by Celia Styles
“We will be the judges of that,” Brandon said, voice smooth and deep.
She flushed and looked away. This was the second time she made a fool of herself in front of her idols.
They were silent for a while before Garrett broke the silence. “Are you really so passionate about writing erotica about fictional characters?”
Joanna looked up, grateful for a chance to really explain herself. “Honestly? Doing this changed my life. I came out of my shell, learned a lot about strength and how to handle criticism, the nice and the not-so-nice kind. I learned a lot about a community of people that popular society seems to want to hide away. Some of the most beautiful people I have ever met, I was taught to stay away from by my parents because of who they love. Do you have any idea how amazing the LGBTQIA community is? I have never felt so accepted in my life! I am changed now because of the doors that writing what I write opens for me. I am a better person who actually loves herself. That is not an easy thing to accomplish in today’s day and age, especially for a girl as big as I am.”
She watched them ponder for a moment and shook her head in exasperation. “How could you? You are straight, white males with silver spoons in your mouths. Gay sex should not be censored if straight sex is not. Sex is sex, no matter who is involved in it, and when you spat on all of the erotica written about your characters, you not only pissed off a huge faction of your biggest fans, but you aided in the societal bounty that is being held over the heads of thousands of couples.”
Garrett’s mouth was hanging open by the time that Joanna finished talking. It was Brandon who spoke next.
“Who ever said we were straight?”
After recovering from a moment of shock, Joanna looked from one beautiful face to the other with wide and intuitive eyes. They regarded her quietly, waiting for her to fully make the connection.
Three times making an ass of herself in front of these men.
“Oh,” she breathed. “Oh, I am so sorry…”
Garrett smiled and shrugged. “We didn’t want anyone to know, so you certainly couldn’t have.”
She continued to shift her eyes from one man to the other, waiting for someone to explain more to her. For a moment, she thought Brandon was referencing to an actual relationship between the two of them. But that couldn’t be right… they were so against the erotica about them.
Brandon took mercy on her. “We are so uncomfortable with the erotica because it is a glaring representation of our inability to hide our feelings for each other,” he shrugged, “The reason there is homoerotic subtext in the show is because the camera doesn’t lie. We can’t turn off our chemistry, and we love each other very much.”
Joanna couldn’t help it. As he spoke, images popped into her head, images that she put down on paper and distributed to the masses. She saw every thrust and clench of muscles. She heard every moan and cry of passion, and she tasted the salt from their bodies, so warm under her tongue. She felt their coiling muscles wrap around her and imprison her as they loved each other so madly and deeply that they seemed to become one perfect person.
“Joanna!”
Joanna jumped and her eyes flew open. She looked around desperately trying to get her bearings before her eyes landed on the amused eyes of Brandon. A certain glint in those eyes made Joanna’s legs tighten on themselves, making sure to put pressure on her pulsing clit.
Holy cheese and crackers, her dreams had come true. There they were, sitting together on the couch and telling her that they were in love. Telling her that every ounce of sexual tension between Fin and Duncan was real. Suddenly she was so turned on that she could barely move without feeling the pull in her clit.
“Joanna, darling, you are quite the interesting woman, you know that?” Brandon smirked and leaned towards her, making her insides pulse with even more anticipation.
She wanted him to touch her so badly.
“And we like you. Quite a lot.” He reached forward like he was going to touch her face and Joanna thought she was going to combust as his hand came closer to her, but pulled back at the last second. She bit her lip to keep from making any noise.
“You didn’t think we would be telling you this for no reason, did you?” Brandon leaned as close to her as he could without touching her, and to her ear, he whispered, “You need to be punished for making such a fool of us out there.” He leaned back and smirked, resuming a normal level of voice. “I want you to watch us have sex. We both do. We love to put on a show, and for that show to be appreciated.”
Joanna’s panties were so wet that she would have been worried she would drip onto her dress if there was any blood in her brain. But after a moment of drooling, she frowned.
“That would be wrong of me. I don’t want to fetish your relationship… It’s one thing to fetish a fake relationship, but yours is real and worth more than that.”
Garrett shook his head and smiled seductively. “We want it more than you do.”
However could she say no to that?
*
“Welcome to my humble abode,” Brandon called as he led the way into a spacious flat on the top floor of a ritzy apartment complex. Joanna looked around, amazed that she was there. She was actually inside Brandon’s house. With Brandon. And Garrett.
She contained herself as much as she could, but the moment the first item of clothing hit the floor, she let out a breathy moan. “Oh my God, yes.”
Brandon was slowly undressing Garrett, kissing every inch of exposed skin as he went until there was nothing covering the finely sculpted and epochly beautiful body. Joanna’s tact left her faster than she could process it, and she greedily watched while these two men touched each other in ways so much better than she could have ever imagined. She took notes in her head about how they caressed each other, how they treasured each other.
And then Brandon began to strip himself, keeping his eyes on Garrett’s the whole time, like a snake enchanting a mouse. Garrett stepped back, and Joanna took in what she wanted to see from the get go. His cock was standing rigged before him, long and lethal. He had a hand wrapped around the base, pumping to the head and back down again at a slow pace as he watched his lover undress for him. Joanna absentmindedly began to circle her nipples through her shirt, delighted when she shivered from the sensation it caused.
Brandon finally slipped his fingers under the elastic of his boxers and lowered the material until they fell in a heap on the floor underneath him. Joanna’s hand traveled south as she watched Brandon stroke his heavy cock. She slipped her hand into her panties and stroked her fingers over her clit, making her pussy squeeze tightly on itself. She tried to hold herself back from orgasm, but the first one slipped out of her when Brandon seized Garrett by the shoulder and forced him to his knees. She continued to watch him roughly thrust his cock into Garrett’s mouth and proceed to thrust between his hot lips, groaning, and throwing his head back to reveal his muscular throat.
Joanna continued to stroke her pussy, even after she came down from her orgasm. She stroked in time with Brandon’s thrusts, imagining that it was her mouth he was fucking, not Garrett’s. She wanted to close her eyes and imagine it, but she dare not close her eyes in case she miss something. She was living a dream, and she never wanted to wake from it.
Garret pulled back, gasping for air when the fat cock popped out of his mouth. He looked up at Brandon and waited for him to speak. Brandon composed himself before he straightened.
“Go get the box, Garrett. I think it is time to show our guest what it really looks like when we fuck.” He smiled at Joanna and winked as Garrett stumbled off.
He returned with a box the size of an old-fashioned suitcase, and handed it to Brandon, who opened it and pulled out a large expanse of rope.
“Lie down, Garrett. Let Master tie you down,” he growled. Garrett did as he was told without complaint. He looked so excited for what was to come.
Brandon used the rope to tie Garrett’s wrists together. He then strung the rope through the
headboard, pulled Garrett’s hands to the top of the bed and tied it off so Garrett’s arms were not of much use to him. He then made Garrett bend a thigh to his chest, and wrapped the rope around him to keep it held there.
Garrett lay tied on the bed, ass, balls, and cock exposed for all in the room to see. And Joanna came again, wetting her fingers even more with her juices. She felt her breasts growing heavy as her nipples screamed for attention, and she gladly used her free hand to ease them of their burning.
Brandon reached for Garrett’s cock and began to pump it with his fist. He knew exactly what to do to make Garrett moan, and he did not let up until the tied man was begging for him to make him come.
“Not yet,” Brandon said, releasing the pulsing meat in his hand. He switched to other tasks, making Garrett moan with the same amount of pain as before. Brandon moaned himself and pressed his cock into the valley of Garret’s muscular ass. “I want to fuck you, Garrett. I want to fuck you so bad.”
Garrett cried out when Brandon began to drive his cock into his ass. Joanna’s fingers were now deep in her pussy, noisily bringing her to a deadly height that she was not sure she knew how to handle. She rose higher and higher as she watched Brandon pump furiously into Garrett, bringing forth from each of them frenzied moans and gasps of raw pleasure. She watched as Brandon’s movements became jerkier, more staggered, and she marveled when she realized that Brandon was about to come. She climbed and climbed, waiting to see him tensed and shooting ropes of cum deep into the man that he loved.
But Brandon pulled out and staggered away from Garrett, trying to contain his breathing and calm himself to keep from coming. Joanna was so frustrated that she cried out a moan, bringing his attention to her.
Brandon smirked. “I have a job for you,” he said.
Instead of explaining himself, he turned Garrett around so he was laying on his back and began to untie the ropes keeping his knee to his chest. Joanna watched for a moment, but was quickly distracted by the monstrosity that was Garrett’s cock. She watched it bounce as he moved his body to help his lover release him of his ropes.
Brandon looked at Joanna and smirked before looking at Garrett. “She’s going to fuck you, Garrett. She is going to ride you until you come deep in that hot, wet pussy.”
Garrett groaned, and his cock twitched.
“Yes, Master,” he breathed, feeling every inch of his body quivering in anticipation of release.
“Joanna, be a darling and come here. Take that dress off, too, you will not be needing it.”
As if in a trance, Joanna did as she was told. She was over being shy. Over feeling guilty. She wanted this. She deserved this. She slipped out of her dress and underwear in record time, leaving herself stark naked before these two men of her dreams.
Brandon smirked when Garrett caught a load of her breasts and moaned loudly. “Holy shit, your tits are perfect,” he told her, staring at them with hunger in his eyes.
Joanna didn’t speak. She didn’t have anything to say. Instead, she climbed onto the bed and impaled herself upon Garrett’s throbbing cock. When he was fully embedded in her, she threw her head back and moaned. It had been so long since she felt a real cock stretching her pussy. She felt herself clench around him, a primal dance between a squeezing caress and a rigid resistance, and lifted herself up to feel every inch of him as he entered her.
They moaned together, rocking their hips dangerously hard into one another, driving each other into madness with the sensation surrounding them. She bounced on his cock like she couldn’t get enough, grinding herself into him to probe him deeper, screaming and clawing at his chest when her muscles clenched around him rapidly. Her movements became jerky, her eyes rolled back into her head, and suddenly she was blinded by a burst of light so euphoric that she lost all knowledge of her surroundings.
The next thing she knew, she was on her back next to Garrett, who was practically sobbing. She focused on what he was saying as she came back to reality, chest heaving and skin layered in sweat.
“Please, Brandon, please let me come.”
“No. I don’t think I will.” He leaned forward and grasped Garrett’s throat, squeezing until the airway was closed. “I am going to fuck our new friend. And you are going to watch. I was going to untie your hands, but since you didn’t call me 'Master', I think they should stay where they are.”
Garrett sobbed, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes closed. Stopping himself from cumming must have been the most difficult thing he had ever had to do. But Brandon’s attention was now on Joanna, roaming from soaking pussy to heaving breasts with a burning passion.
There was no foreplay for them. Brandon had her splayed on her back with a cock balls-deep in her pussy before she even realized he’d moved. And he pumped into her like a possessed man, clutching her thighs and pulling her towards him as he drove forward, sending the whole bed to rocking. She felt Garrett at her side, and heard his whimpers of arousal, but nothing was able to penetrate the pure bliss that Brandon was injecting into her. With each pump of his hips, he was creating a feeling that she’d never felt. It built and built, pulling and tugging their way to the surface. And then it burst forward.
She came so hard that she forced him out of her pussy and showered him in her sweet juices. She had only squirted a few times in her life, and none of them came even close to topping this one. She couldn’t breathe for a moment, she couldn’t move. She just existed as a pulsing entity of womanly energy, raging and rippling like a bird would preen its plumage. She felt invincible, she felt like she could achieve anything.
Brandon leaned back on his haunches, stroking his cock as he watched her coming down from her orgasm. When she finally met his eyes, he smirked. “How would you like it if Garrett came deep in that sweet pussy, Joanna? How would you like to be full of him?”
Joanna nodded rapidly, wanting nothing more in that moment than to be shot full of hot cum. She moaned at the thought and reached for her nipples to squeeze them.
She watched as Brandon stood and made his way back to the box. He bent down and pulled out a black flogger before he came to stand on the side of the bed and looked down at them.
“Joanna, I want you under Garrett. I want his cock to be deep inside of you.” He smirked and watched as Garrett quickly shifted and Joanna slid under him.
The position was strange, since Garrett was still tied up, but the feeling of her hot pussy engulfing his cock was enough to make him forget his discomfort. Joanna’s flesh was sore and used, since both of their cocks were so thick, but she loved the feeling of Garrett inside of her anyway. She wanted more. So much more than what she already had.
Garrett began to move, sliding his dick into her pussy at a slow but wonderful pace, but Brandon was not pleased with that.
He brought the flogger down on Garret’s ass hard, leaving welts on his skin. “Faster, Garrett. You don’t want to upset the lady, do you?”
Garrett yelped at the sting of the flogger, but did as he was told and began to slide into her tight hole faster and harder. She cried out when he hit a spot that brought stars to her eyes. She heard the flogger make contact with Garrett once again, and the groan he let out made her moan as well.
“Stop,” Brandon commanded.
Garrett obliged, stopping all movement, much to Joanna’s displeasure. She began to hump up into him as quickly as she could, wanting to keep the feeling building. She felt Brandon climb onto the bed and settle behind Garrett.
“Joanna, if you keep doing that, I am not going to be able to fuck my boyfriend. Now, stop that.” He reached around Garrett and pinched her nipples hard, causing her back to arch and her throat to open for a screech of pleasure and surprise. While she was no longer moving, Brandon sunk deep into his boyfriend from behind and wasted no time before beginning a brutal pace that drove Garrett deep and hard into Joanna as well.
All three of them moved together, finding a rhythm that fit for each of their needs and they gave themselves over to the sens
ations. Joanna had never felt so connected with someone as she did with both of these men right now. She truly felt that they were all one, bound together in primal and sacred connection.
And then the dam broke.
Joanna came first, screaming her release for the world to hear. Brandon came next, quickening his pace to a maddening speed and growling as he spouted rope after rope of himself deep into the man he loved. And then Garrett finally came, and did he come hard. Joanna convulsed in another orgasm as she felt him fill her. It was so warm, filling her to the point of overflowing and seeping onto the bed. Once Garrett’s last tremor soothed, the three of them lay in a heap, still deep inside one another. She smiled when Garrett turned his head to Brandon and they kissed tenderly, still heaving from their exertion.
Brandon looked down at her and grinned. “Well, you certainly did well, Joanna.”
She smiled, glowing from the inside out, and nodded. “I have never had sex that good in my life.”
They lay together for some time, getting their wind back and regaining movement in their limbs. Brandon jumped to his feet when Garrett’s stomach growled.
“I am going to make dinner.”
Joanna and Garrett followed him into the kitchen and watched him as he prepared the meal, all three of them still naked as the day they were born. They did not talk; they did not want to talk. They only wanted to bask in the afterglow of such an amazing night together. They wanted to experience what it was like to be connected with human beings through such celestial means.
Once the meal was done, they settled down in the living room and ate their food as Garrett scrolled through the channels. With a short laugh, he chose a channel and set the remote down as a picture of his own face covered the screen.
“I love this show,” Garrett said as his character fought his way through a coven of vampires.
Joanna laughed and took another bite of the casserole that Brandon made.
She looked at the two of them, sitting naked together on the couch, pressed close together. She imagined the way they met, but could not quite find the right scenario to place them in. They just seemed like they had always been together. Like they were the perfect couple.
