I
"You can come to my apartment," Darcy said seductively, the hypnotic beats blaring throughout the flashing surroundings.
Jason could scarcely believe his ears! How could his luck have turned--especially after weeks of attending the same college sophomore class and somehow, being unable to hook up with this beauty? "Are you serious?" he said, the dimpled smile on his suave, tawny face inciting the girl.
"Yeah," she said, setting her goblet back on the bar counter. "I am all yours." She grinned girlishly. "There is, however, one catch."
"Anything," he said breathlessly.
She caressed his short, medium-brown hair, which cascaded briefly down the side of his semi-oval face. "I'll tell you in my car."
"You're driving?"
"You got a problem with that?" she said, taking his hand.
"Nuh-huh," he said, almost spilling his beer as she jested him away from the counter.
Never had the yellow coupe glistened as intensely as that night--not even on that sunny afternoon when he followed her from sociology class to the student-union parking lot--and the closer they got to the car, the more excited he became. The butterfly-shaped passenger doors humming up, she crossed to the driver's side, while he accommodated himself on his black, leather seat. The doors descended, and silence permeated the inside of the airtight coupe.
For a moment, the young man stared into her sparkling, hazel eyes, transfixed by their beauty. Maybe it was her childlike innocence that drove him bonkers, or the fact that she didn't look slutty like so many girls on campus. When she led his hand to her right breast, he knew that he had the perfect chick beside him--a girl celestially virginal and yet, earthly human.
Parched with lust, he descended on her, sucking her lips restlessly, groping her breasts, and moving his leg toward her navel. For a while, she tasted every inch of him that she could find, sucking back hungrily, raising his shirt along the waist, and caressing his warm, taut stomach.
Suddenly, she pulled back! "There's someone I want you to meet," she said, glancing toward the rumple seat behind them.
"Whoa!"
"This is my cousin Brad," she said, glinting at the short-haired blond in blue boxers.
Jason leered at him. "You're that guy from sociology class."
The blond's aqua-blue eyes radiated an angelic beauty as he nodded lightly.
"Nice to meet you," Jason said charily, frowning suspiciously as he shook Brad's extended hand.
Darcy waited for the inevitable question, but the guy with wheat-colored skin said nothing--perhaps on purpose.
"I'm glad you finally met," Brad said. "... outside the classroom."
The blond's air of innocence nearly triggered a chuckle from her. If only Jason knew the extent to which Brad and Darcy had planned this.
"Jason and I got really acquainted at that bar," she said, nose-pointing toward the display windows that lined the neon-lit sidewalk.
Like after a breaking wave, silence washed over every cubic space of the car's interior, and the stillness drove the girl wild with anticipation.
"Is he gonna join us?" Jason said, shattering the quiet like a crashing brick.
"What would make you say that?" Darcy said.
"Come on! He's waiting for us here."
"Calm down," she said, placing his long-withdrawn hand on the border between her short, flower-printed skirt and her mildly tanned leg. "You will get to fuck me. But I love my cousin Brad, and whatever he yearns for, I take into consideration."
"What are you saying?" Jason railed, moving his shapely hand away from her leg.
"Before you fuck me, you must let him suck you."
He sighed a laugh. "You gotta be kidding me."
She shook her head seriously.
"What is the world coming to?" he protested.
"Brad's the one who'll be on his knees!"
"Any why would you want to do that?" he said, abruptly turning to the blond.
"Because guys are awesome," Brad said nonchalantly.
Scowling in befuddlement, Jason glanced over the blond's smooth, muscular legs. "You queer guys are really twisted," he said peevishly.
"How so?" Brad said.
"Look at you!" Jason yelled. "Your legs, for instance--muscular like a star athlete's. How the hell are straight guys supposed to set you apart?"
"Ain't that grand?" Darcy said excitedly.
"For you, maybe. But what about guys like me? We're the ones mixing with his kind without even knowing it--heck, even becoming buddies with them."
"He's willing to suck you dry," she said emotionally. "And then, you get to fuck me! What more do you want?"
Why did things too-good-to-be-true always have to backfire? "I thought I had problems in my hometown," Jason bemoaned. "But you people from Vancouver are truly something else." His china-white incisors showed as he gritted his teeth in rage. "Fine!" he gruffed. "Let's drive to your apartment."
"Fine!" she said and placed her hand on the ignition scanner.
"But don't try to pull any funny stuff," he said, pointing wrathfully at the blond and glaring at him.
II
The medium-built guys standing side by side, Darcy unbuttoned her white, embroidered blouse. Her silk brassier seemed to calm Jason, as he smiled for the first time since he and she had talked at the bar.
"Take `em off," Jason ordered.
Her plump tits drew a forced sigh from the guy's lungs, and he reached out to knead them. Somehow, this incited Brad, who began to peel off his yellow soccer shirt.
"Nuh-uh!" Darcy said, restraining Jason's hand. "First, you have to lend him your cock."
Pensively, the guy dropped his brown eyes toward the khaki rug. "Am I supposed to do it here?"
"Don't you like variety?" she said, plunking on the yellow davenport to the guys' left.
"Yeah, but--" His brown, corduroy pants still on him, he slowly turned to Brad. "How long must I--"
"Until you cum," she said glibly.
"How am I supposed to fuck you after?" he erupted.
"You're a virile straight guy, aren't you?" she said, getting comfortable by a pillow.
"Yeah, but--"
"Then, what's your problem?" she interrupted.
"Just tell me one thing," Jason said. "What do you get out of this?"
"Pleasure from watching Brad in ecstasy."
The brown-haired guy frowned in confusion, but the blond had begun to remove Jason's khaki shirt.
"Whoa! She never mentioned anything about us touching."
"So?" Brad said and pulled off the shirt. As much as he couldn't resist the itch to touch those chest muscles, he quickly unzipped Jason's pants, kneeled, and yanked down the guy's white briefs.
"Naaah!" Jason neighed as the blond swallowed the entire cock. "Yeow!"
His head moving back and forth, Brad snatched Jason's hands and threw them on his head. Then, he lapped his tongue around the uncut dick's frenulum.
"Crap!" Jason growled.
Sucking vigorously, Brad slapped the guy's sinewy legs and started kneading them. To keep him from complaining, he quickly licked the cock's head in circles.
"Ahh!" Jason moaned, brusquely pulling Brad's head toward him.
The blond sucking furiously, Darcy kneeled over to Brad, then pulled down the boxers that he had been too busy to handle. For a while, she caressed over his pre-cum-drenched white briefs. Then, she jolted them down along the waistband. No matter how many times she had seen Brad's uncut dong, the mildly tanned beauty never ceased to amaze her; and now, the sword hung at eight inches, dripping hot pre-cum as it pointed hungrily at the rug.
"Oh, man," Jason exhaled, his eyelids drooping sleepily as he thrusted violently.
Brad pulled back and slowly licked the guy's balls. The whiff of body odor in those coarse hairs drove Brad to the brink, but he squeezed his own balls to keep from cumming.
"Uuhhh!" Jason groaned, and Brad devoured the eight-inch cock anew. "Fuuuuuccckkkkkkkkkk!"
"Mmmm," the girl crooned, rubbing her bared slit as she lay back on the rug.
Jason opened his eyes, turned left, and eyed her lustfully as he suddenly became aware of her presence. The more she caressed her naked body, the more forcefully he pistoned into Brad. Jason's glazed eyes dropping briefly to the blond, Brad stared intensely into them--almost beseeching the guy to kiss him. Jason shut, then opened his eyes again, and still Brad's navy blues stared achingly at him.
"You want my straight sperm?" the guy said, the words pummeling Brad's stomach.
The cock poking out his left cheek from the inside, the blond nodded boyishly.
"Then, suck like a faggot," Jason said, vengefully pulling Brad's hair.
Darcy grinned with enchantment, as she could feel her cousin's excitement at that kind of treatment.
Jason's leg hairs, quadriceps, and hip abductors kept bringing Brad to the edge, but he contracted his pelvic muscles to keep from cumming. He would cum after he had swallowed every drop from that hunk's gonads, and not a second before.
"Fuck, man!" the guy said, yanking Brad's head again toward his bladder. "You like my straight cock, don't you?"
Brad's face contorting from the painful ache below, he nodded vigorously.
"Then, take it, Mary!"
Grabbing the guy's rumps, Brad drew Jason's body toward him; and tightening his grip on the collegian's butt, he sucked faster than the quickest meat beater.
Suddenly, Brad's mouth began flooding with milk! Away he swallowed, but the hot, slippery fluid kept coming, and coming, and coming, drowning his teeth and gums and tongue and throat. Five more seconds passed, but the cock kept spraying into Brad's mouth. Another three seconds elapsed, and still the cream erupted into him like water from a geyser--the blond swallowing as fast as he could.
At last, Jason started to bend over Brad, ready to collapse from the drainage that this queer guy had caused him.
Flabbergasted, Darcy watched as the guy dropped to his knees, arched left, and fell on his back.
"Now, wasn't that a worthwhile experience?" she said, propped backward on her arms.
"Unfucking believable," Jason said, panting on the rug.
She shifted her eyes to Brad, who kept dropping cum from his mouth like a foaming dog. Amazing how he drew so much pleasure from this. If only more guys like him existed, instead of the 24% of the population that identified openly as bisexual in the late 2080s. Of course, 24% was a lot better than the 17% that labeled themselves bisexual in the pre-2060s era.
His hard breathing petering out, Jason reached for her shoulder-long, light-brown hair. Slowly, he moved a finger toward her cunt, and staring intensely at her, he began to dig it in. It was almost like he was trying to shake away his experience with Brad, for a nervous restlessness characterized his every move. Quickly, he sat up, kneeled closer to her, and lowered his face toward her pussy.
Such insecurity, Brad thought! Why did straight guys have to be so juvenile?
Jason sucked her cunt madly, and the sight of such male narrow-mindedness began to excite Brad--not so much because of Jason's act with her, but because of the excuse that it gave Brad to make him pay at a later date. Knowing that straight boy would soon be flooding her innards, Brad's imagination brimmed with ideas of sweet revenge.
"Yes!" she whooped, squirming wildly on the rug.
His shorts and briefs wrapped around his knees, Brad crawled toward Darcy and him, then tentatively dabbed his index finger along the dude's back. Jason's head kept gyrating around her wet cleave. Not bad, Brad thought, and he inched around him toward Darcy's breasts. The guy continued to suck, peeking once at the blond.
"Give it to her," Brad coaxed.
The guy scowled in mild annoyance, but he kept sucking.
Perhaps trying to incite Jason, or maybe to show him how similar he and Brad were, the blond began to suck his cousin's right nipple. His cock pointed at her like a steel bar, but again, he contorted his pelvic muscles to keep from cumming. Climbing on her, Brad licked her other breast.
"What do you think you're doing?" Jason said, his voice taking a threatening tone.
"What does it look like?" Brad said, unmoved by the guy's raising of his torso.
"She's mine!" he brayed.
"Guys!" she said, sitting up.
The blond inched back, suddenly afraid that Jason would walk out in protest. That would have defeated Darcy and Brad's plan, not to mention get Jason seething from his lack of access to her. "Sorry," the blond said humbly.
"Stay away from us!" Jason said, glowering at Brad. Again, he neared her moist, semi-tanned body. "I'm ready."
Brad's blood boiled slowly as the guy placed his erect, eight-inch dick in her slit, but he knew that he would soon be getting back at Jason.
The guy pushed in, kissing her like he would never kiss Brad. He licked her plump breasts, sucked her hard nipples and large areolas, kissed her supple neck, and even nibbled her soft ears.
The temperature rising, the blond caressed his cousin's wavy hair, albeit from a distance. "Come on," Brad wheedled, setting aside his annoyance with him. "Flood her insides."
"Aaaahhh," she said, Brad placing a cushion under her head. "Fuck me harder."
"You want my cock?" Jason heaved, staring into her eyes with the fury of a windstorm.
"I need it!" she screamed.
"You got it, Madonna."
With that, Jason grabbed her lean legs, raised them to his square shoulders, and pushed like a linebacker.
"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" she panted.
"You like that?"
"God, yes!" she wailed, squeezing her eyes shut as she banged her head against the pillow.
Suddenly, her body started to convulse uncontrollably.
"Fuck!" Jason said. "I'm cummmiiiiiiiiinnn--"
His body shimmied like a car! Ten seconds elapsed, and still the guy quaked as his physique bent backward. Five more seconds transpired, and he collapsed on her.
A full minute passed, with Brad observing Jason and Darcy in each other's arms. His jealousy intensified, considering that he had loaned his only female cousin to a stranger. Moreover, Jason's air of straight superiority didn't alleviate Brad's emotions.
"We have to do that again sometime," Jason whispered by her cheek.
She nodded and turned to the blond, who was kneeling beside them.
"Poor Brad," she said. "Here Jason and I have orgasmed, and you're horny as hell."
Energized by what was to come, Brad smiled like a kid in a candy store.
"Give it to me, cousin," she said, gently pushing Jason away.
"What?" Jason said as Brad placed himself between him and her.
"You're not the only guy in the world," Brad said, then gloated at the red-hot, fleshy folds around which she had shaved.
No matter how many times he saw the patch of hairs forming that small V, Brad always managed to get harder just by looking at it. With the knowledge of all that sperm beneath the area, he swiftly placed his uncut cock between her shapely legs and pushed into her cleave.
The warm, creamy feel of her insides drove him wild, for he knew that Jason's semen was entering his piss slit.
"You're cousins!" the guy said, aghast.
"So?" she said. "We love each other."
Brad placed her legs on his muscular shoulders, thrusted deeper, and kissed her in the same areas that Jason had. This was gayness in the extreme--a queer guy fucking a girl just to bond with another guy. At least, that's what a flabbergasted Jason thought as he watched Brad diddle his girl cousin.
"Fuck, man!" Brad said, turning left toward him. "Your cum feels exquisite."
Jason still gaping in shock, Brad pumped like a piston engine, his heart thumping at the thought of his precum mixing with the guy's semen. His biology book's chapter on sperm competition entered his mind, and his blue, angelic eyes lit as an idea crossed his head regarding next week's classroom discussion on that very subject.
"You thought I couldn't fuck girls, eh?" Brad said, trying to annoy the guy.
The dude's mouth moved to unformed words.
"Well, I can!"
"Uuh," Darcy purred.
"See?" Brad continued, eyeing the guy as he pumped deeper, harder, and faster. "I can take her as much as you can."
"Aaaaaaahhhh!" she squawked, writhing brusquely under him. "Shoot your cream in me." Her rapidly forming goose bumps indicated her latest climax.
"You want my cousin cream in you?" Brad said, his balls about to explode.
"Yeaaaahh! Aaaaaaarrrggghhhhhhhhh!"
Unable to take anymore, he began to squirt into her--one, two, four, eight times. Like pudding getting squished, his genitals contracted as he continued to shoot into her. For a few seconds, Brad felt his entire body melt, and his gonads seemed to be vaporizing, as well.
At last, he collapsed on her.
III
"I can't believe you allow your cousin to fuck you," Jason said, disappointedly staring at the grid platform's three-dimensional image of her face.
"Lots of cousins bond that way," Darcy said.
"Not where I come from."
"Where do you come from?" she said sardonically. "The Massachusetts Bay Colony?"
"No," he said defensively. "I'm from Idaho."
"No wonder."
Jason fixed his gaze on the holographic phone's control panel. Like his thoughts, his eyes began to zigzag as he tried to sort the good from the bad. "I'm not sure that I approve of what you two are doing," he said, "and I sure don't understand how a gay guy could enjoy sex with a girl."
"Brad's gay in the romantic sense," she corrected, "as in homoromantic. But in the purely sexual sense, he's bisexual--or trisexual, as he calls himself."
"But didn't you say that he loves you?"
"Yes, but not like he loves guys."
"Yet, he fucks you," he said.
"When he's horny enough, and there are no guys around," she said casually. "Or when there's another guy to join on the fun."
He shook his head in puzzlement. "I don't get it."
"Most straight guys don't," she said amusedly.
"I will tell you what I do know," he continued. "Last week's fuck session was the best lay that I've ever had."
"With me or Brad?" she jested.
"I only fucked you."
"Right," she said.
"And I would love to have you again."
Her heart started to hammer, kicking her briefly frozen lungs back into motion. "Great," she said. "Meet me at seven. My place."
IV
"Tonight, you're gonna have to do a little more," Darcy said, leading Jason into the lamp-lit apartment.
"Like what?"
Brad emerged from the dark hallway beyond the living room.
"Tonight, you have to fuck Brad."
Jason puffed in disbelief, although a part of him had seen this coming. "Let me guess," he said, turning to Brad. "You want me to shoot in you."
The blond lowered his chin coyly.
"Why the fuck do you insist on corrupting me? Can't you see I like girls?" His agitated voice turned whiny. "Why can't you stick to your kind, and let straight guys like me enjoy chicks like Darcy?" He spun toward her. "Or are you the mastermind behind this, trying to satisfy some twisted kick by seeing your cousin-lover fucked like a girl?"
"You'll like it," Darcy said.
"And I'll fucking catch his germs down there!"
"Sometimes in life, one has to take risks to enjoy certain things," she said.
Jason shook his head in disbelief.
"I wouldn't ask you to do something that most guys wouldn't enjoy," she said. "And my pussy isn't going anywhere. You can always top off your gay experience with a straight one, leaving your fragile, hetero identity intact." She exhaled. "Besides, he's the one getting fucked." She looked yearningly at Brad. "It is at times like these that I feel most proud to have you as my cousin." The girl approached the blond, who was standing by the kitchen's white counter, and gently took his hand. "You're more masculine than Jason will ever be," she said, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Or any straight guy, for that matter."
"You want me to give him my ass?" Jason said, challengingly ripping off his yellow shirt along its buttoned middle. "Would that prove my manliness to you?"
Turning right, Darcy squinted annoyingly at the guy. "I wouldn't ask you to do that."
"I see," he said sarcastically. "You're trying to desensitize me, step-by-step. Tonight, I fuck Brad. Tomorrow night, he fucks me!"
"That's not true," she said, wiping a tear.
Everyone's panting filled the area, but surprisingly, that seemed to ease tensions. The silence continuing to fall like a diaphanous veil, their breathing evened out.
"I don't know what I'll do tomorrow," Jason said, disrupting the quiet like a pebble a crystalline lake. "But I do know that I want your pussy . . . and I will do anything to get it." He waveringly looked at Brad.
The blond was sporting orange boxer shorts, and as usual, his mildly tanned legs advertised his athleticism. As Brad removed his yellow T-shirt, his chest continued the leitmotif.
The guys approached each other, and Brad lightly touched Jason's six-pack stomach. Their breathing became labored as Brad shucked down his shorts, and then the young man's green corduroys. For some reason, Jason didn't protest Brad's initiative in caressing his ravishing chest. Heck, he even touched Brad's legs in response. Of course, Jason's uncertain facial expression revealed that he wasn't used to feeling blond, furry legs. Nonetheless, Jason proceeded with the tactile exploration.
Suddenly, the guy picked up Brad, carried him to the sofa that was parallel to the kitchen counter, and dropped him on the cushions.
Darcy swiftly pulled open a drawer, threw the tube of lube to Brad, and watched as Jason yanked the blond's briefs down, then over the top of his upward-pointing legs. Brad's rear end exposed via the edge of the sofa, Jason looked as the blond smeared the lubricant on his butt.
On his back, Brad lifted his legs as Jason got between them. The tawny guy scowled at the awkwardness of his position vis-a-vis Brad, but slowly, he inserted his eight-inch cock.
"Dude," Jason said, feeling the furry legs on his shoulders. "You sure are tight."
"Start pumping, and you'll see how loose I can get," Brad said, his boyish eyes shooting lust Jason's way.
"Fine, Mary!"
"Yeah," Brad sighed, and as the guy thrusted, he began to press around the base of his erect, eight-inch cock.
"You sure get a kick out of this, don't you?" Jason said.
"Since I was 13," Brad heaved.
"Well, take my sausage," he said and drove his ramrod deeper than he had dug it into any girl.
"Yaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Brad wailed.
"That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Yes!" he panted, squeezing the hunk's strong arms.
"Then, take my milk!"
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!" tri boy screamed as Jason lowered his torso toward him.
Risky as it was, Brad couldn't resist sucking the guy's engorged nipples, and the moment his thin lips landed on the first one, Jason threw his head back in ecstasy.
"God!" Jason yawped, the couch creaking violently under them.
Suddenly, Brad felt a squirt in his insides. A second squirm rocked his innards, then another, and another, and another.
Brad lost it! Hot jism shot from his burning cock, over his head and into the kitchen. His hot dog squirted again, and again, and two, three, four, eight more times--flooding his chest and abdomen and neck and face and hair--while Jason continued to shoot inside him. Brad's groin ripped as the two kept emptying their balls uncontrollably! Finally, their bodies calmed down, and Jason collapsed on the blond!
No matter how many times she had seen intimacy between guys, Darcy kept watching them from beside the sofa in utter amazement. The peace that now enveloped these males truly defied words. Hopefully, society would someday reach the point when all guys could attain this level of contentment, free from guilt and inhibitions.