"Friends with Mutual Benefits, Part Two" by Jay Roberts
Bi Sexual Adult Friends
I stood there, frozen, my mind sloshing back and forth between putting on a show of my disapproval, and my growing lust at seeing the kid, Jeff, lost in hypnotic enjoyment of Betty's left nipple. Why didn't I do that?
Then rushing into my consciousness was Jeff. His smooth, long, long unblemished back was exposed. It was a great back, a tasty back, a back that started with broad shoulders and cascaded down to a prominent backbone that had a patch of light fuzz and then below two dimples.
They were both looking at me questioningly as if I might call the police on them, but Jeff's baby face broke into a grin and he gave me a thumbs up with his long thumb as I began unbuttoning my shirt. Betty settled back on the pillow and pulled Jeff's head back against her tit. Jeff sighed and his long slim tongue lashed out and half encircled the erected nipple.
Once I was undressed, my cock rose to it's full erection and bobbing and throbbing as I looked down at them wondering how to engage with them. I remember my sister jumping up and down, waiting to get into the whirling rope being spun by two friends.
My eye lit on the kid's ass. Why? I'm not into men's asses, at least I didn't think so, but it was moving as he sucked, the halves parting and closing. This undulation was fascinating, like a beckoning finger. I sat on the bed, my bare hip was close, actually touching his bony hip and I took a tentative, open handed caress of one of his small tight ass cheeks. He jumped slightly at the touch and looked back at me with a questioning crunch of his eyebrows, then, his tongue still sticking out slightly, ready to tit suck, they relaxed and he winked at me. I was immediately appalled at my own, let's say it, queer move. I didn't resume...yet. But he wiggled his backside at me in silent encouragement. I, or at least the new gay I, went back to making love to this neighbor kid's museum quality ass.
I squeezed each half, did a little soft pinching, investigated the smooth track between his ass cheeks and then it got serious. I searched for his ass hole. What was I doing? Why try to please this interloper? The answer was two-fold, one he was pleasing Betty who wanted this threesome, but also because I was hungry to do it. Seeing the kid caught up in passion was making me blindly hot. I wanted to possess him.
He pushed his ass back at me. I rubbed his young pucker. He pushed back harder and he began to moan around Betty's tit.
Betty looked over his Bieber hairdo at me and winked and nodded encouragement.
Finally, getting blind with my own desire I took action. I pulled the kid away from his task by his bony waist and moved his long body onto the bed away from Betty. He didn't resist, just grunted from my man handling (or is that boy handling). I then reached for his waist and pulled it up so that he was on his knees. Quickly he lifted his upper body and rested on his forearms. Dimly I thought that he had done this before.
Betty lay along side of Jeff to better see the show. She was flushed with excitement and was lightly fingering herself. I could catch a whiff of her cunt perfume.
"You're hotter than I thought," Betty breathed. Please enter him, My clit is begging to orgasm and just seeing you fuck him will get me off."
I have a large cock head. I put this plum shaped dome against his ass hole that was now yawning like a sleepy baby. The sides seemed to grip my cock head and pull me in so that I was about a third of my shaft inside and right against his prostate. I heard him wail out a long cry of excitement and he banged back at me. I decided to let him fuck himself.
Meanwhile, Betty slide herself under Jeff so that his mouth was at her pussy. She slapped the back of his head hard and ordered, "Suck it baby boy."
Again Jeff's long tongue went into action. It five seconds, easy cum Betty was gushing and jerking up and down and making little strangling sounds. What a gal.
Jeff seemed to tire from his fuck motion toward me and settled down to give Betty more happy twinges. That left me to control the action. I used some of the technique I used with girls. I varied speed and angle and finally I got Jeff close to cumming.
He left Betty's pussy for a moment to turn his head and ask me plaintive, "Man (I guess short for Manly, or maybe just the pot head's expression) I'm starting to brim over. I don't want to drip out a cum. Reach around and shag me for a hard one."
I reached around his slim waist and grabbed his long cock at the middle of his shaft and jiggled lightly. Before I could even get into a sliding on him, he began making, "Uh, Uh," sounds and I felt the cock pulsing in my hand. Then as he humped my hand I could feel the heavy spooge running through.
Apparently he kept up his work on Betty and must have begun kissing and tonguing her harder. She was singing like a bird and her jumping motions shook the bed. Finally she called, "No more, I'm "O-ed" out."
He rolled over onto his back panting in apres cum ecstasy. I hadn't climaxed and my cock was flexing wildly missing the hot tract. Pretty soon Betty got up and went to the bathroom.
When she returned, she looked down at the sated neighbor boy and me, my breathing heavy and my cock looking lonely.
She slapped Jeff on the rump. Tossing her thumb toward me, she said, "Fair's fair. You can't leave this beautiful duke high and dry. It's our responsibility to bring him "across the river."
To Jeff's credit, he nodded and he got his face at my crotch and put his tongue under my balls and began an upward lick. Oh nice. Then he took each ball in his mouth and sucked gently.
Betty meanwhile got up at cock from above and slipped it into her mouth and flicked her tongue up and down the shaft. Then she increased the pressure and the speed. I was off into a howl of pleasure and my balls, courtesy of Jeff's hot tongue, were rising up on each side of my cock shaft.
Oh, it was here. My famous control deserted me. I gratefully let the sperm rush up my thighs and into my balls and out of my cock. Spasm after spasm left me weak, but happy, and "across the river."
We lay there awhile, using all our willpower to get back down. Finally Jeff said, "I better go. "'Rents dinner hour is now."
He got dressed and left. Betty and I just lay there until we fell asleep.
End Part Two