This is a true story, though some details are different, including names.
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WATCHING by Jason Brave
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Aaron and I had a pretty normal relationship. We'd lived together for almost a year and things were looking up as he was finishing medical school and I was finally experiencing success in banking. We both had our jobs and afterwards we'd meet up at the gym and work on our bodies. Our evenings were filled with a dinner we cooked together, an episode or two of primetime television, and maybe once a week we'd have pretty standard sex. In all of my previous relationships, I found myself in the top bunk, but Aaron had only let me take a gander at it three times, leaving me on my back during our weekly appointment more often than not. The sex wasn't bad, as Aaron's mild-size penis hardly caused pain and he reached his climax into a condom in about six minutes every time. After a quick kiss, he'd hop up and into the next room to take a warm shower, even when I hadn't quite finished. All too often, I'd lay back and bring myself to climax thinking of plowing into his ass... or even watching a bit of porn to help the juices flow. Before long, I'd be shooting ropes of cum onto my chest, pounding my seven inch cock with passion. I'd lay back, all messy and wet, taking in the afterglow of the orgasm.
"You wanna go shoot some hoops?" Aaron asked me one Saturday morning over breakfast. "I was planning on meeting up with one of my buddies from school in about an hour. You should come." It was nice out, so I figured there wasn't anything better to be doing. We arrived at the park and found it empty, but began bouncing the ball back and forth.
"Who is this guy?" I asked, harmlessly. Neither of us was the jealous kind, and we often pointed out guys we found attractive to one another.
"He's kinda quiet... but really nice," Aarons said, before adding "and he's normal."
Catching the ball, I held it for a moment, asking "Cute?"
Aaron paused. "Yeah, I mean, he's straight- very straight. But he's taller than I am and pretty built, too."
I smiled, tossing the ball toward the hoop. "Somebody's got a crush."
"Oh, please," Aaron said with a chuckle, "he knows I'm practically married to you and thinks it's cool to have a gay bro. Or two."
I detected Aaron slightly blushing and continued to egg him on. "Ah, I see. Somebody wants a three-way." It wasn't an option, though. In our relationship, we'd already determined there would be nothing open about it and no interactions with others. I was fine with that and for all I could, Aaron was as well.
Aaron flashed his million-dollar smile at me, his piercing green eyes flashing mischeviously. "Nope, I'm keeping your ass all to myself." I watched him in satisfaction as he ran to pick up the basketball that had rolled into the corner, then turned when a jeep pulled into the park. Maybe this was "him."
This guy had been undersold. As his frame exited the jeep, I gawked at him without shame. He stood at 6'4, with a tan complexion and super-hero jawline that seemed to have a permanent 5'o'clock shadow. His light brown hair was a few shades lighter than Aaron's. He wore sunglasses, a grey tank-top, and blue gym shorts. Tufts of brown hair peeked out from under his shirt. He was more muscular than Aaron as well, with a barrel chest and arms that had clearly been lifting weights. As he walked toward the basketball court, everything about his swagger told me this guy was a straight stud. When he approached, he took the sunglasses off and I was met with chocolately brown eyes- maybe the sexiest thing about him.
"Hey hey, how's it going Aaron!" he said in a deep voice with a hint of southern drawl. Aaron shifted the ball to his side and hugged the man.
"Jack, good to see you," he said as they embraced. Both of them looked toward me. "And this is the old ball and chain," Aaron said with a chuckle. Jack smiled at me, extending his hand. I wished I could venture the hug my boyfriend had, as this guy was built to perfection. I shook his hand, unexpectedly noticing how soft but firm it was.
We played around for about an hour before Aaron commented he was hungry. Before long, we were at a diner down the street from our apartment, ordering up a quick snack.
"So, Jack," I began, casting nerves aside, "do you have a lucky lady?" Wow, that sounded cheesy.
"No," he answered, "I guess she just hasn't come along yet. I stay pretty busy with medical school, you know." Aaron stood, going to the counter to pick up our food. "I mean, it isn't easy to meet someone," Jack continued, "I mean, there's those apps and stuff, but it's just people looking for sex, you know?"
"Sex can be fun," I said, raising my eyebrows. "I mean, hook-up, see what happens..."
"I've never done that," he mused with a grimace.
"Hook-up?" I asked.
"No, sex." There was a silence. I don't think my face conveyed the shock I was feeling as this man who was quite possibly the best looking thing I'd seen confessed his virginity to me. "It's just... hasn't happened."
"Burgers!" Aaron said, crashing the interesting conversation I had found myself in. As we ate, the two began talking about people from their classes and medical stuff. I kept crossing eyes with Jack, thinking he must not be telling the truth. There was no way.
As we began to wrap up the meal, Aaron said he'd meet me back at home and that he had a quick errand. As he left, I continued chatting with Jack. "You work out," I said, stating the obvious.
"Yeah, looks like you guys do, too." He downed the rest of his water bottle and then added, "we should work out sometime. I mean, all three of us. Or just you." I nodded enthusiastically. "Okay, well, I gotta get out of here. But man, I need to piss. I'll have to catch up with you guys soon." With that, he stood and made his way to the restroom at the back of the diner.
This was too much. Knowing this place, I knew they had one of the most awkward restrooms ever, which Aaron frequently complained about. It was a porcelain trough urinal that laid everything bare to those standing next to you, with a stall in the opposite corner of the room. If I walked in right now and Jack was standing there taking his piss, I'd likely see him in all his glory. It seemed both creepy and harmless, but I stood and slowly made my way toward the restroom. I pushed the door open.
His head turned toward me, smiling. "Hey buddy," he said, eyes focusing on me. I kept my eyes on his, only catching a glimpse of a fleshy piece of meat from my periphiral vision. He seemed to shake it twice and then tucked it away. I'd missed my chance to view his prize cock. He made his way to the sink, which was by the door. I took the spot he'd held at the trough and fished out my own dick. As I began to let my stream flow, I was struck with guilt and realized how surreal but also dishonest the situation was. Behind me, I heard the paper towel despenser squealing as Jack wrangled one from its confines. He turned and was beside me, drying his hands, throwing the paper into the trashcan beside the urinal. My eyes were fixed straight forward in shame as he spoke. "Huh," he said, "I guess all gays shave their junk." The words didn't sink in before he added "see you around!" and exited.
I was lost. What had that meant? Was he referring to Aaron? Was this hint that... something... No. I put my hardening dick away and headed home. I wished so many things could have happened that could have never happened because Jack was straight and I was in love with Aaron. The sex that night was better than usual. And when I closed my eyes, I pretended Aaron was Jack.
For the next two months, Jack joined us in working out after their classes. I became more comfortable around him, but also couldn't shake the intense attraction I felt. He really was straight and I really was having a hard time accepting that. Watching him lifting and working out wasn't doing anything to help my situation. But our workout routine became the highlight of my day.
One weekend, Aaron had to go to a conference out-of-state. I continued working out with Jack that weekend and decided to be a little bold. "So, how many gay guy's penises have you seen to know that we all shave?" I asked between reps.
"Huh?" he said, grunting as he lifted. "Oh. Just the two. Yours and Aaron's." It was so casual to him.
"When did you see Aaron's penis?" I said, my voice barely rising.
Jack set the weight back into its place and sat up. "Calm down, loverboy. You see all kind of stuff in medical school. It's not like I wanted to see it." He seemed annoyed.
"It's not a big deal," I muttered.
"Yeah, I noticed that about him," Jack replied, dryly. "But I'm still not sure which of you is the woman..."
"Excuse me?" I said, jabbing him in the arm. "We're both dudes."
"Yeah, but I guess I figure if the goal is to feel something, you'd be the one poking it into him." I liked the thought of this sexy man thinking I was the top, so I just laughed and nodded.
The gym was quiet, and as we moved to the locker room, I turned to him and asked "so you don't shave your pubes... or even trim?" He lifted his shirt and tugged at his shorts, revealing the base of a thick cock and a forest of light brown pubic hair. "Nope."
I felt something stir, but maintained myself. "Maybe that's why you can't get girls after it. You need to trim that up, man."
"Yeah, whatever," he said, moving toward the lockers. "I'm hopping into the showers." And without any warning, he shucked off his shirt and shorts, revealing a massive cock and huge dangling balls. Honestly, I'm not a size queen. I've always been the more endowed one in every relationship I've been in. But his soft swinging sausage was unexpectedly thick and looked... amazing. And, unlike before, I didn't bother to hide the fact that I was staring at my boyfriend's straight friend's penis.
He stepped into the showers, water turning on. Like the diner, these showers left nowhere to hide. I usually didn't shower at the gym, instead waiting until I got home, but today I decided I would. As I joined Jack, he turned to face me. "I guess we're all even now," he said. "I showed you mine, you showed me yours."
I stood for a second, again my eyes locked on his meat. "That's big," I said, plainly.
"Yeah," he commented, "but so are you. And getting bigger by the second."
I looked down. It was true. I was slowly getting hard. "Sorry," I muttered, turning around.
For another minute, not a word was said. I remained hard in the shower, trying to calm myself down. I felt embarrassed and guilty all at the same time. I decided to break the ice and turned back around. His cock seemed barely larger than it had before, but perhaps my eyes were just feasting upon his endowment. "You know," I said, "maybe you're a virgin because your cock is so huge, no girl can take it."
He chuckled. "Nah, I mean, I've done things, but never all the way." My boner somehow got harder. "Like, this one girl I dated in college was crazy for it. She'd suck it down and give me handjobs and, oh fuck it, she was ready to hop on it and really wanted it inside her. I mean, she was practically begging for it. She wanted me to cum inside her. But, in a way, I guess the challenge just wasn't there. And, I'm not ready for kids, you know?"
As he was telling the story, he was absent-mindedly pawing at his cock. It grew to what I estimated to be just shy of nine inches. His cock pointed straight out from his body, curving slightly down. Mine curved up. We were facing one another, about six feet seperating two cocks pointing at one another.
"So, you gonna tell Aaron about this?" he asked. "About a gay guy and a straight bro cockin' it up in the shower?" My mind raced. Wait, was he saying something was gonna happen?
"No, I won't tell him if you won't," I said, taking the smallest step toward him.
"You should," Jack said, turning back toward the water. "That boy of yours has a kinky side just waiting to come out."
"What do you mean?"
Jack again stroked at his massive penis. "Last week, he told me it'd be hot if I watched you guys... you know?"
This was unexpected. My boyfriend had discussed his straight friend watching us have gay sex? I was both turned on and confused. And still wondering what would happen in this moment. Jack turned the water off.
"Relax, loverboy," he said. "I'm straight, and I just think Aaron thought it would be a hot thing for you two. Nothin' in it for me." And with that, he wrapped a towel around himself and returned to the lockers.
That night, I texted Aaron, fishing at the conversation Jack had mentioned. Eventually, he brought it up, asking if I'd be comfortable with doing something like that. My only response was to question why a straight guy would watch two gay guys go at it. "He owes me," Aaron replied. "So, wanna try it? Nothing anal, just maybe sucking eachother off?"
Two week later, I suppose Aaron and Jack had all the details worked out. "Nothing about this tonight is cheating," Aaron explained. "It's just two guys getting off and a straight guy getting an eyeful." The night began with drinks and a movie. We'd never hung out with Jack this intimately before, but as he got more drunk, more of his southern charm sneaked in.
As we all sat on the couch, the movie entered a steamy straight sex scene. Aaron placed his hands on my cock through my jeans. Jack turned and looked down at Aaron's hand, chuckling. "And so it begins." Jack didn't seem at all bothered as Aaron unzipped my pants and pulled out my nervously semi-hard penis. He turned his attnention back to the film on the screen. Aaron moved his head down to my crotch and began to suck on my growing member. Jack glanced back at us. "Wow, y'all don't waste any time." I pushed my pants and boxers to the ground and Aaron moved between my legs. By now, we were all a little drunk and just a little too comfortable. After sucking for a few minutes, Aaron stood and pulled his pants and underwear down. Jack looked at Aaron's hard dick and then at me, commenting "well, get at it." I wrapped my mouth around my boyfriend's penis and began to suck. Aaron moaned. From the corner of my eye, I could see Jack standing. Perhaps he was going to join in...
Jack went to the kitchen, pouring himself another whiskey. Aaron slid from my mouth and leaned down. "Bedroom?" he asked quietly. I nodded.
We made our way into the bedroom, stripping off our shirts and crashing into the bed. Aaron left the door open. "I've gotta have your ass," he said. I nodded, hoping that Jack wouldn't come in on this in spite of the open door. After a deep kiss, Aaron tore open a condom and began to slide the condom onto his penis. He grabbed the lube and put some of the sticky fluid between my legs, ready to push into me.
As I lay there on my back, I looked oward the doorway. Jack was standing there, sipping his whiskey and watching as Aaron slowly penetrated me. His face looked deep in thought. From where he stood, he could see my legs in the air and Aaron's bare back and ass. Aaron seemed oblivious to the hulking straight man in the doorway behind him. He bottomed out in me, the smooth of his balls and abdomen against my ass. He began to pull back slowly before pushing in again. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jack make a face, as if to say "well that doesn't seem so bad."
Aaron thrust back into my, eliciting a quiet grunt from me. "I might not last as long," he said, almost as quiet. He closed his eyes and began thrusting into me again and again. I looked to Jack, who was now further into the doorway. I gasped as I saw he now was holding his hard cock in his hands, stroking at seeing the two of his entangled. He continued to stroke himself, making me wish he was just a little closer so that I could taste his cock. I was enraptured by his girth and the look of ecstacy on his face as he continued pounding at his own cock, watching my boyfriend fuck me. I looked back up at Aaron. "Here it comes," he said, pulling out and tossing the condom aside. Torrent after torrent of hot cum spewed out, pooling on my abs and filling my navel. I glanced back to the doorway. Jack was gone.
As his heavy breaths began to subside, Aaron pulled away from me. "That was so hot," he said. He leaned forward and kissed me. "Do you need me to help you finish?" he asked.
"No," was all I could manage as I lay covered in his cum. Without a word, Aaron stood and walked into the bathroom across the bedroom. The door shut and the shower turned on. I closed my eyes, sill puzzled at Jack's furious masterbation.
"That was... interesting," Jack's voice whispered, surprising me. "I mean, he did you. Didn't see that coming." He was still stroking his massive penis. I still lay there, covered in my boyfriend's semen. I began to touch my own rock hard cock, stroking myself as Jack drew closer. "Does your, like, does your asshole hurt?" I shook my head. "Can I see it?" he asked.
I lifted my legs again, exposing my asshole to him. "It's so different, man," he said. He moved closer to me, and touched Aaron's cum on my chest. He scooped some up and used it to lubricate his cock as he began to more furiously stroke it.
The next thirty seconds seemed to last a lifetime. First, Jack looked me in the eyes and stated very factually "I am going to cum." Then he moved still closer to me, his cock mere inches away. As he drew closer, I could feel the heat of his body, of his giant cock. His head turned upward as he let out a growl and thrust his pelvis forward. The head of his penis touched near my asshole, sending shocks through my entire body. "I'm going to cum," he repeated. Then I felt the warm blast of cum where his cock had stuck my ass. His head tore back down as he looked me in the eyes again, his penis thrusting again. As he continued to spew warm jizz from the head of his nine inch cock, the next thrust landed squarely on my asshole. I pushed back at him. And then suddenly and unexpectly his cock pushed into my ass. "Holy shit," he gasped. He was continuing to cum in me, the first time in my life I'd felt the warm sensation. And then he- painfully and erotically- thrust even deeper into me. He let out near a howl as his cum filled my insides. I could feel his bushy pubes against my ass even though he wasn't all nine inches in. I looked up at him longingly and let my own stream of cum burst forth. It splashed across my chest and face, covering my lips. Still buried inside me, he leaned down and kissed me on the lips, tasting my cum, too.
"Fuck," he said, "I had no idea it could be that good." I had just let a guy cum in my ass for the first time in my life. Jack had just had sex for the first time in my life. Everything was so messy and covered in cum, but as he collapsed on top of me, I was in heaven. I could have it no other way.
And then the shower turned off.