As it turned out, the next day was busier and more complicated both at school and at work than I'd anticipated. I hadn't gotten around to sending Chance an email. I had called, but his cell phone was turned off. I didn't leave a message. I'd intended to call when I got home, but kept putting it off.
In a way, I think I was unconsciously putting some distance between us, although I didn't realize it at the time. I kept telling myself I'd call soon, or he'd call me, but neither happened. Then, one day turned into the next, and neither of us contacted the other until, the days turning into weeks, I saw his name come up on my cell phone one night.
At first I started not to answer. Julie had invited me over for a drink, and I was just about to leave the apartment. I hesitated, but decided to take the call.
"So," Lance replied as I said hello, "what have you been up to? I waited for that email, but finally gave up. How've you been?"
"Oh, fine, I guess. And you?" I asked, going out on my balcony, looking in the direction of his apartment. "I've been meaning to call, but . . . things keep coming up."
"Yes, well, I knew there was a reason. I wanted to call too, but figured you needed some space. So I didn't." Listening to his voice, I hesitated to respond, a flood of memories rapidly filling my mind.
"I was wondering if maybe you could come over tonight," he suggested.
"Oh," I replied softly, trying to think what I should say. "No, I can't tonight. In fact, I'm just leaving right now." He was nice about it, but we hung up shortly after that, making no definite plans. I left for Julie's apartment, across town.
When I got there, I found out another guy was coming over too. Julie said she couldn't get out of inviting him. She wasn't sure what he had in mind, but suggested he'd probably be interested in a three way with the two of us.
"Like Jeff used to," she lamented. "I miss those times. Remember? He used to get me ready to take yours."
I didn't especially like this new development, but it was obvious she wanted to accommodate the guy, for her own reasons. That I wasn't interested in doing, but agreed to wait and see what happened.
"You might like him," she kept saying, as she made me a drink. "I told him about you, and he seemed very interested in meeting you. He's married, but has his own life too, if you know what I mean. Actually, he's a lot like you, I'd say." She giggled, her face flushing.
"Like me?" I asked, looking at her, surprised.
"Yes," she replied, looking at the bulge in my jeans. "I guess you could say he's also fully equipped." I drew a sigh of relief, slightly embarrassed. I don't know what I thought she'd say, but that wasn't it.
About that time the doorbell rang. She opened it and in walked a guy who looked nothing like what I'd imagined he would. Tall, well built, broad shoulders, he seemed Middle Eastern, maybe Israeli, with olive skin and large brown eyes.
Embracing Julie, his hand on her butt, he gave her a kiss. She introduced him to me as Armand. We shook hands, and he apologized for crashing our party.
"No," Julie exclaimed. "We're just having a few drinks and relaxing." Then, looking at me, she said,"I'm glad you'll join us."
I nodded my head and the three of us went into the kitchen where she made him a drink, and we talked for a while. I was surprised he seemed to have so much in common with me. Not only did he attend my college, but he was familiar with the gallery I worked for. His wife was somehow related to the owner, in fact. We hit it off right away.
After several drinks, Julie asked if we wanted to watch some videos on her new wide screen television. Since her television was too heavy to move and located across from her king size bed, it was obvious what she was suggesting, at least to me. Armand just smiled, but I suspect he knew all along. That's why he came over.
"No," I quickly responded, not interested in a threesome. "I think I'll call it a night. I'd better go home and catch up on some homework for school." Julie looked disappointed.
"No, please," he coaxed, taking my hand, "You must. I'm looking forward to this. Some of the things Julie's told me about you have really caught my interest."
I shrugged, both of them staring at me, and then smiled. Taking that as an agreement, Julie told Armand to pick out a tape and, going into the bathroom, left the two of us alone in her bedroom.
Looking over the titles of the DVDs on the shelf, Armand began unbuttoning his shirt, eventually pulling it out of his pants. Then, undoing his slacks, he stepped out of them, standing only in his underwear as he chose a video.
I just stood there, watching silently but beginning to feel pressured. So far everything had gone pretty well, surprisingly relaxed and casual, but I had the feeling things were going to change, and soon. Both of them were clearly getting ready for the three of us to have sex. I'd given it some thought, but still hadn't made up my mind whether I'd join in.
I was willing to have sex. That's why I'd come over, but I preferred not to make it a threesome. Armand was an okay guy, I thought. I really liked him. But I was reluctant to go that far with him. It was true Jeff and I had shared Julie together before, but both our attention had been focused only on her, not each other as well. From some things he'd said earlier, I had the uneasy feeling Armand's interest was in both of us, especially me.
"What's wrong?" he asked, folding his slacks and putting them on a chair. "Are you not up for this tonight?" I shrugged, but not knowing what to say or do, just smiled apologetically and said nothing. His manner changed abruptly.
"You know," he confessed, picking up his slacks again, "maybe I shouldn't have come over. I didn't mean to barge in on you. Julie just asked me, and I didn't give it enough thought."
I looked at him. He seemed so embarrassed, I immediately regretted making him feel uneasy and unwelcome.
"No, that's not it," I replied, for reason undoing my jeans. "I don't know why. I'm just a little uncomfortable with this. It's silly, I know."
"Oh, of course," he said, nodding his head. "I think I know your problem. We both know Julie, but neither of us knows the other. Isn't that it? You're shy, and maybe a little modest with a person you just met?
"No," I responded, pulling off my jeans. "I don't think so. That's not like me."
He shrugged, pulling off his under shorts, conspicuously displaying his rather large, uncut dick, highlighted by a thin tan line which scored his groin. Then he looked at me, obviously wanting to see my reaction. I looked toward the door, wondering why Julie was taking so long.
"No, really," he continued. "I understand how you feel, but it could get to be a problem later on, and it's not a problem we can't solve easily right now." He moved slowly toward me, his dick swaying against both his thighs as he moved.
"Tell you what," he suggested, "while we're alone here, let's get to know each other better, physically. That'll help you get rid of your inhibitions and make this easier for you. But first, let's get rid of that underwear."
I stood there, surprised by his boldness and reluctant to pull them off. He waited patiently, but then, without inhibition, began to slide them down over my groin. I just stood there, stunned, but at the same time painfully aware my swollen genitals were spreading against my thighs. He gazed down at them, obviously liking what he saw and anxious to get something started.
Looking again toward the door, trying to decide what to do, I sensed his hand on my flaccid dick, fondling it in his fingers while his other hand moved my own hand over his already firm dick.
I was amazed, hardly knowing what to say. I'd never dreamed he'd be this casual about it. He seemed so straight and normal, but there he was, openly amusing himself with my dick while I stood there, frozen, holding his in my hand.
"What's wrong? You must have felt another man's genitals before. Go head and feel of mine. You don't even have a good hold on it. Here," he said, placing his hand over mine, squeezing it against his dick.
I pulled back as soon as I felt it swelling inside my hand but, moving closer to me, he grasped the base of my dick, firmly stroking it full length as he spoke.
"Relax," he urged quietly. "Our dicks are a lot alike and should feel about the same, but with a little difference too. See what I mean? Roll it around in your hand like I'm doing yours and enjoy that feeling. You know, it's possible to enjoy each other's body as much as Julie's, but you'll have to let it happen."
Slowly coming to my senses, I let go of his dick and worked his hand off my rapidly expanding shaft, which he did not willingly give up.
"Look," I exclaimed, pulling up my underwear, trying to stuff my then semi hard dick back inside. "I came here to fuck Julie. But I'm not interested in playing your games." He looked at me, blankly.
"Why are you getting upset?" he asked, the whole time moving his hands on some part of my body. "I know that's why you came here. That's why I came here too. I just think everyone will get more out of this if you and I are `in sync' as much as you and I are with Julie. I'm just trying to help."
"No, no," I sneered sarcastically, with a little laugh, as I pulled on my jeans. "That's not what you're doing. You're getting off messing with my dick and expecting even more of it later. Well, I've got to be honest with you. I'm not interested in that." He looked at me, puzzled, considering what to say.
"I'm a little confused by what I've been told," he replied. "I thought you and Jeff liked having sex together, with Julie. I naturally assumed the two of you were sexually, shall I say, comfortable with each other. Was I wrong?"
I stared at him, amazed to learn he knew Jeff. That, I had not known.
This put a different light on what was happening then. Immediately I began to wonder how much more he might know about me, things that Jeff might have told him, or Julie, for that matter.
Rather than leaving, I decided I might be better off to play along with him, and Julie too, at least for a while, and see what more I could find out.
"Well, look," I replied, smiling at him, "maybe I'm overacting. I'm sorry. I didn't know you were a friend of Jeff's." I waited to see what he'd say, but he was too busy trying to get me naked once again, skillfully unbuttoning my jeans.
"That's okay," he said, working his hand inside my crowded crotch, trying to grope my meat through my underwear. "I thought this might take some time. I think Julie's probably taking so long in the bathroom just to give us more time alone together to work this out."
Struck by what he said and annoyed by his constant efforts to push my jeans down further, I pushed his hand away, stepping back from him.
"Here," I exclaimed, taking over. "Let me do it."
He watched as I pulled them off but, realizing I wasn't going to take off my underwear also, he walked over to the bed, lying across it as Julie came back in the room. Then I went into the bathroom, leaving the two of them alone.
I stayed as long as I could, hoping to give him enough time to get off, and when I did return, they were actively involved, showing no signs of cooling off. I thought about just leaving all together. They wouldn't notice until it was too late. My plan was to take my clothes in the living room and then slip out. But that didn't work.
"Come on, Lover," I heard Julie say, stretching out her hand and pulling me down onto the bed. "Take off those shorts and join us."
Leaning back on the bed, I lifted my hips up, sliding my underwear off my feet, my dick and balls rolling back against my stomach, Julie's hand quickly massaging my dick up hard until I felt Armand quickly pull out, falling back on the mattress, gasping for breath.
Turning toward me, Julie straddled my body on her knees as she worked my dick inside her. Paying no attention to Armand, I relaxed my head next to his, moving my hands up her torso, squeezing her firm tits in both hands as she rode my then hugely swollen dick, obviously enjoying the ride but not yet willing to take my whole dick.
At some point, I felt Armand get out of bed, probably going into the bathroom. Pushing deeper inside her, I turned us over, Julie on her back. Then, taking control, I thrust deeper and deeper inside her relentlessly tight body as vigorously as she'd allow me.
As always, the sensation was incredible, almost painfully gripping the swollen head of my dick and radiating up my shaft until spreading throughout my groin. I had to focus my mind to keep from cuming, at times pulling all the way out and then sliding slowly back in as far as I dared, or as she'd let me.
On one pull out I paused a moment, resting on my knees as I leaned over Julie, my butt lifted as she pulled my face down to her breasts, wanting me to suck their hard nipples. My hugely swollen genitals were left hanging freely from my groin.
Suddenly I became aware Armand was fondling my balls, hanging low and seductively heavy between my legs, but ignoring him, I continued to suck her nipples, enjoying the way she jerked and reacted to their sensitivity.
Then I felt Armand's hand on dick, pulling it back between my legs until he could get his mouth over the head, licking the juices from its hugely swollen mushroom and then sucking it until, about to cum, I leaned back, desperately trying to force it out of his mouth.
As soon as I had, I slid my hands up under her butt, lifting Julie up enough to work my dick back inside her, thrusting once more in her body until I felt an irresistible urge to cum that I knew I couldn't hold back. I was about to cum.
Quickly withdrawing, I pivoted my body to the side, resting on one elbow as I felt Julie's arm around my head, holding my face buried in her tits. Then suddenly I felt Armand's mouth sliding down over my impossibly swollen dick, his tongue swirling relentlessly around the very sensitive head.
Surprised and confused, I didn't have time to think. Within seconds, I felt my load empty into his mouth, almost choking him with several surges of cum, one after the other gushing over his tongue as he teased it for more, milking it firmly up from the base until it hurt so bad, I forced him off my dick with my legs
I wasn't sure if Julie knew what was happening or not, but I doubted then, and still now, that she was not fully aware of it. At any rate, I doubt she cared. In fact she may have instigated it for some unknown reason. She may have known Armand would take it and enjoyed watching him do it.
As soon as I could get my dick out of his mouth, I turned back against the bed, holding its still swollen fullness inside my hand, and at the same time, feeling Armand mounting her again, essentially taking up where I left off.
Greatly relieved, in more than one way, I sat on the edge of the bed. Then going into the bathroom, I cleaned up, getting ready to leave. When I came out, they were still active, this time with Julie on her stomach. Taking my clothes, I went into the living room and dressed, leaving shortly thereafter without their knowledge.
It's hard to explain how I felt going back to my apartment. I'd gotten off, not the way I'd expected to, but thoroughly. In fact, I felt not only drained, but empty, not having gotten anything to take its place. I felt no real satisfaction and was also stuck with the feeling of being tricked and used.
I guess I'd felt that way earlier in my life, perhaps all of it, but didn't know the difference then, never having had anything else. That I'd only begun to learn in the last few months.
Tonight I should have gone where I wanted to go, but didn't have the courage to say so when I had the opportunity. Next time, I promised myself I would.
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Summer, 2008