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The rest of the afternoon was fucked up. Weird.
Brendan grabbed Bryan by the collar.
"Hey, did you like that? Hate-fucking your friend?"
"Jesus Christ! I thought we were having some fun!"
Brendan kept a firm grip on Bryan. He held him a bit off the ground, showing his complete control.
"Next time you want a piece..."
Bryan looked at Brendan, his narcissistic feelings wounded.
"...you've got a price to pay. Now get the fuck out of here."
With that, Brendan threw Bryan out of my apartment. Kept the back of his collar in his right, opened the door with his left, and threw him right into the hallway.
That little pussy Bryan didn't even knock--he just left.
Fuck that guy.
That left Joe, Pete, Brendan and me. And things got a little weirder. I think Brendan was turned on that he'd turned Joe a little gay. Maybe a lot gay.
"Put a blindfold on him."
I went into my closet and found a bandana. I folded it up and tied it around Joe's eyes.
"OK, cocksucker, the game is called Whose Dick Are You Sucking?"
We lined up, and one by one, fed Joe our dicks. Mine was first. It was easy; I was shaven smooth and two inches shorter than either of the other guys. Pete has a decent size dick. Joe thought about it for a second (and sucked on it some more) before he guessed, but it's nowhere near the size of Brendan's.
Joe gave himself away on Brendan's.
He got the fat head inside the front of his mouth, then plunged it deeper inside, working the thick dick with his mouth like it was a tight pussy.
He pulled off slowly. He could barely contain his glee. "Mmmmmm... Brendan's. This one's definitely Brendan's." Then he launched himself back into sucking, looking on each stroke like he was trying to get Brendan to explode cum into his mouth.
Now, Brendan's dick is a mouthful. It's a dick you can barely fit inside you unless you're truly focused. How much Joe loved it gave him away as what he was: a faggot.
I guess Joe won the game; he went three-for-three.
Brendan let him work his dick for awhile. Joe had him almost all the way in his mouth now. He wasn't using his hands at all, like he was trying to provide the most luxurious blow job he could. It was so sensual... I found myself getting turned on by how turned on Joe was. I wondered, am I that hot when I am sucking cock?
Brendan moaned then managed to get out one sentence: "I'm gonna cum in your mouth, bitch."
Joe moaned loudly around Brendan's dick. That sent him over the edge. I watched Brendan's face as he pumped cum deep inside of Joe's face. The anguished joy of Brendan's release... it's wonderful to witness.
Joe snorted as he tried obediently to swallow all of Brendan's cum. Poor guy, I thought. He'll have some of that cum trapped up in his nose now.
Then again, maybe he'll like it. He can smell Brandon's sperm all day.
As his orgasm subsided, Brendan started to come back to earth. Joe meticulously cleaned his dick, never taking his mouth of off it. Brendan had to pull his dick out of Joe's mouth. The look of sadness in Joe's eyes as he did was beautiful.
"OK, I gotta go see my friends. See you faggots later." That word probably hurt Pete the most--I'm sure he did not think he was gay. Though he would have to admit, we'd spend most of the morning fucking each other.
The three of us raced to the bedroom, Pete and I horny from watching the blow job, Joe horny from giving it. I was sore from Bryan rampaging me, but my horniness took over. I still wanted to make the guys feel good. Pete was horny too--he hopped onto me like a dog and stuck his big hard dick inside. I arched my back. He fucked me till he came. We panted and moaned. I was dripping sweat.
Joe watched intently. Then it was his turn. Joe was the horniest of anyone. He crawled into bed with me. We fucked, though it was different. Joe didn't fuck me like a man fucks a bitch. He was much slower, more sensual. We rolled around like two horny bitches.
Pete had gone to the bathroom to clean up, I guess. But he never came back. I wonder if, now that he'd shot his load, he regretted his impulsive homosexuality. Joe and I were an absolute pair of faggots at the moment; if anything could trigger that feeling in him, it was us, fucking each other this way.
So now it was just Joe and me.
His dick was, I guess, average sized? It fit just fine. It didn't stretch me. It didn't feel like getting fucked. It felt... nice. It just didn't feel heroic... not the way it does when I take Brendan inside of me. I could take Joe's dick all day. In fact, at his pace, it felt like I might.
We rolled and cuddled. He fucked me from the side as we made out. I lay on top of him and rode him as we licked each other's lips.
At some point, I looked at the clock. Jesus, we'd been fucking for over an hour! And he didn't seem any closer to orgasm!
I started to think about how I could make him cum. He was on top of me, softly fucking me missionary style, telling me how much he loved me, how great this felt, how happy he was today.
I reached behind my thigh and between his legs. I started to press on his asshole.
"Ohhhhhhh!!!"
Aha. The magic button.
Joe wants to get fucked, I thought.
As he kept thrusting into me, I started the process, the journey of turning Joe.
"Baby, do you want to know what it's like to get fucked by Brendan?"
"Yeah... tell me about that..."
"He's... so big. And he's so thick too--that's really the hard part."
"Mmmm..." I could feel Joe getting harder inside me.
"He'll put it inside you, but just a couple of inches. Enough to make you feel it. Enough to let you know that you need to relax if you're going to take all of it. Eventually, you surrender. He slides inside you. It feels impossibly large. Then you feel impossibly full. And you don't want to imagine life without his dick all the way inside you."
Joe was really getting worked up.
"Finally, he bottoms out. You can feel his thatch of hair pressing against your shaven pussy. Inside, he's been pressing up against a wall. You expanded to make room for him. Now you're excited--you're going to get fucked by him."
Joe's face was in absolute anguish.
"Do you want that, Joe? Do you want that big dick inside you?"
"Yesssssss...."
"Say it. Tell me what you want."
"I want Brendan to fuck my ass with his big dick. I want him to fuck me till he cums."
"Roll over."
It was so strange... seeing Joe in this submissive position made me want to top him... even if I was still in the lingerie and makeup of a woman and shaven completely smooth.
I flipped him onto his back. I spread his legs apart. I looked him in the eye. "Tell me what you want right now."
"I want you to fuck me in the ass."
No problem. I thrust my smaller but impossibly stiff cock inside him. He gasped.
And then he came.
One thrust. That's all. As he shot his load up and over his face, his eyes froze into a steely, unconscious state. You might be able to call it joy.
Joe had finally gotten what he had needed his entire life: a cock up his ass.
We collapsed, sweaty and exhausted. I hadn't cum. I didn't need to. Joe's orgasm was enough for me.
For the rest of the afternoon we lay, arms and legs intertwined, overlapping, two lazy lovers exhausted by an afternoon wasted together.
We held hands. We kissed gently.
I had the thought--we're like two teenage lezzies.
That did not bother me at all.
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