Ben and Amy and Trent
Ben and Amy were out Saturday night. They'd had a pill, or a nose full, or something and were on the prowl, so says Ben. Actually, so says Amy too, I had lunch with her yesterday.
“So, who’s idea was this?”
“Mine, said Amy. “She shrugged. “Ben’s...well,” she smiled. “Ben thinks it was his idea.”
“So, whose idea was this?”
They picked up a somewhat confused twenty-something straight boy and took him home. He was making eyes at Amy, who was playing up to him, even when Ben was standing next to her. He said he looked over once... twice and smiled. The twenty-something seemed quite confident, forward even, unashamedly up for an adventure and Amy seemed to be his choice.
Ben asked the twenty-something if he wanted to go home with he and Amy. “I sent him over,” said Amy. “Someone had to make a move.”
“What was he like?”
“A metrosexual pup. Uni student, you know, thinks it is their rite of passage to try new things. Cute. Sexy.”
The new boy thought he was there to fuck Amy, “My girlfriend wants you mate,” which he did, but he also had hot sex with Ben, too. Amy told the new boy that she wore the pants in the relationship – which is somewhat true – and that she wanted to be entertained by the two boys, she said it was really hot.
“I’ve always wanted to have to guys.”
He, apparently, looked a little surprised, said Amy. “But, I could see under the mock protests that he was interested.”
“But, I never...” said the new boy.
“Well, now is your time to try, in a safe environment.”
“But...”
“But... you’ve never wanted to?”
“Yes... um... no. Er, sure, sure I’ve thought about it.”
…they fed him some more of whatever it was that they had, Ben put his hand on his leg and he complied, got quite into it from all accounts.
The new boy took it up the arse from Ben as he fucked Amy… “like a pro,” said Amy. “I watched his face contort and felt his cock go like steel.” She winced, happy twitch.
“And what was it like?”
“The boys were like demons, I was a lucky girl.”
“Was it all about you?”
“I didn’t want it to be.” She smiled. “No matter how you interpret the premise, essentially, I was watching two straight boys have sex. For me. It was hot.”
Ben told me later it was hot. He came over Sunday night to smoke pot, he couldn’t sleep, he was still twitchy. Hot twitchy. He described being able to feel the other guying fucking Amy in very gay terms, you know, for a straight boy. Mostly, he only told me about the boy, which is understandable, as he was the new play thing. But, I could help thinking how gay Ben sounded.
“Two guys changes the dynamic, makes it more… um … full on… um… powerful…”
“Blokey?”
“Yes.” Ben smiled, almost at a thought remembered. “It made me feel closer to Amy.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Well… that’s kind of the point of a threesome.”
“Really.”
“Sure, it is.”
The marijuana was rushing in my head. "So... what was his arse like?" I had to ask, surely?
"Tight," said Ben. He grimaced, like he was feeling it in his soliplexes, it felt good. "Really tight."
“Are you going to see him again?”
Ben shrugged, trying to look as though he didn’t care either way. The straight boy kicked back in.
“Are you going to see him again?”
“He gave us his number,” said Amy.
“So, who’s idea was this?”
“Mine, said Amy. “She shrugged. “Ben’s...well,” she smiled. “Ben thinks it was his idea.”
“So, whose idea was this?”
They picked up a somewhat confused twenty-something straight boy and took him home. He was making eyes at Amy, who was playing up to him, even when Ben was standing next to her. He said he looked over once... twice and smiled. The twenty-something seemed quite confident, forward even, unashamedly up for an adventure and Amy seemed to be his choice.
Ben asked the twenty-something if he wanted to go home with he and Amy. “I sent him over,” said Amy. “Someone had to make a move.”
“What was he like?”
“A metrosexual pup. Uni student, you know, thinks it is their rite of passage to try new things. Cute. Sexy.”
The new boy thought he was there to fuck Amy, “My girlfriend wants you mate,” which he did, but he also had hot sex with Ben, too. Amy told the new boy that she wore the pants in the relationship – which is somewhat true – and that she wanted to be entertained by the two boys, she said it was really hot.
“I’ve always wanted to have to guys.”
He, apparently, looked a little surprised, said Amy. “But, I could see under the mock protests that he was interested.”
“But, I never...” said the new boy.
“Well, now is your time to try, in a safe environment.”
“But...”
“But... you’ve never wanted to?”
“Yes... um... no. Er, sure, sure I’ve thought about it.”
…they fed him some more of whatever it was that they had, Ben put his hand on his leg and he complied, got quite into it from all accounts.
The new boy took it up the arse from Ben as he fucked Amy… “like a pro,” said Amy. “I watched his face contort and felt his cock go like steel.” She winced, happy twitch.
“And what was it like?”
“The boys were like demons, I was a lucky girl.”
“Was it all about you?”
“I didn’t want it to be.” She smiled. “No matter how you interpret the premise, essentially, I was watching two straight boys have sex. For me. It was hot.”
Ben told me later it was hot. He came over Sunday night to smoke pot, he couldn’t sleep, he was still twitchy. Hot twitchy. He described being able to feel the other guying fucking Amy in very gay terms, you know, for a straight boy. Mostly, he only told me about the boy, which is understandable, as he was the new play thing. But, I could help thinking how gay Ben sounded.
“Two guys changes the dynamic, makes it more… um … full on… um… powerful…”
“Blokey?”
“Yes.” Ben smiled, almost at a thought remembered. “It made me feel closer to Amy.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Well… that’s kind of the point of a threesome.”
“Really.”
“Sure, it is.”
The marijuana was rushing in my head. "So... what was his arse like?" I had to ask, surely?
"Tight," said Ben. He grimaced, like he was feeling it in his soliplexes, it felt good. "Really tight."
“Are you going to see him again?”
Ben shrugged, trying to look as though he didn’t care either way. The straight boy kicked back in.
“Are you going to see him again?”
“He gave us his number,” said Amy.
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