A few days after having a threesome with my best friend Jeff and his girlfriend Tammi, he invited me over to his place for pizza. Would I think with my heart, my stomach … or my dick?
Here was the dilemma: our three-way encounter had been a bit one-sided, as it were. Tammi hadn’t let me (or herself, for that matter) do anything to pleasure Jeff. Worse, I wasn't happy about the demeaning tone she had taken with him, especially as he sucked me off, then again when she had him eat my cum out of her.
She hadn't quite been over-the-top humiliating with Jeff, but she had repeatedly called me a "real man” - in direct comparison to him.
Maybe that's how she got off. And maybe, although surely Jeff didn’t enjoy being put down, he had seemed to enjoy seeing her get off in this way. Still, I didn't like seeing my best friend treated like that. If she seduced again, would I resist?
What if she escalated things - like having me fuck him, which I’d only done once before? Would her put-downs escalate too?
Jeff and I had just graduated college. We were old high school buddies, and our friendship had progressed to where we were nearly inseparable the past summer - including our mouths from each other’s pricks.
But then we had gone off to finish our senior years, without any promises (or even discussion) of what would happen after we finished school. Now Jeff had come home with an impossibly hot girlfriend, which precluded a resumption of our prior relationship as it had stood.
Well, sort of. She had seduced me into having sex with them both last week, though as I’ve mentioned it created some awkwardness.
Anyway, when I got to Jeff's apartment Tammi wasn't there yet. He greeted me with the usual guy-hug, phone in his hand. He was about to place our pizza order, and asked what kind I wanted.
"I think you know me by now."
"That I do. Okay, sausage and pepperoni." He added, with a sly wink, "God knows we both like sausage."
"Well yeah, that's true," I said neutrally.
"How about pineapple? Gotta love juicy, sweet pineapple. Good with Canadian bacon, why not other meat? Who wouldn't want meat and pineapple on the same night?"
"Are we ... still talking about pizza?" I inquired.
"If that helps you."
"What about Tammi?"
"Double sausage. Like you didn't know that after last week," he said, with a little more sarcasm in his voice.
"I mean on her pizza."
"She’s not coming tonight."
"Oh."
"Disappointed?"
"Well … " I trailed off with a shrug. I suppose I was a bit relieved not to have to deal with the moral quandary that her presence might raise.
But this raised my other quandary: I would really love to get together with Jeff, without Tammi there to put him down. But I also didn't want to violate whatever were the terms of their relationship. If anything was to happen, I’d have to let Jeff initiate it.
"Oh, so you don't like my ex-girlfriend now?"
"No, I just think ... wait. Ex-girlfriend?"
"Afraid so."
"Shit, dude, I'm sorry! I didn't realize."
"Of course you didn't realize. I'm just telling you now. Oh, and just because she’s out of my league don't assume she dumped me."
"I didn't," I replied defensively.
"Good. Because I dumped her."
"Well, I'm sorry anyway. And good for you, I think? Also sorry if I ... uh ... what we did last week ... if I played a role in it."
"Don't flatter yourself. But yeah, that definitely played a role."
"Damn. Sorry again."
"Put your sorries in a sack."
"I don't know what that means."
"It means it's not your fault, and I’m not mad at you. Who could blame you for saying yes to a threesome with someone like her? I mean, you saw her. We're not made of stone."
He smiled again, then added, “well, except one part."
Tammi was indeed a spectacular beauty, not to mention smart and witty - though perhaps a bit too aware of her own greatness.
Continuing, he added, "So, when I say you played a role ... well, you heard how she talked to me, right?”
"Couldn’t help noticing. That’s kind of why I wasn't completely disappointed she's not here."
Teasingly he said, "Huh. I thought it was because if she were here and she hit on you again, you're not sure you could resist another round."
"Both of those things can be true at the same time, you know."
"Fair enough. Anyway, even the one time was amazing. Hottest night of my life. Most guys never get a threesome. Thanks for being there, even if it did surface the problem that broke us up. I just can't be with someone that disrespects me like that.”
“Yeah, like making fun of your ‘little dick’?” I used air quotes while asking this. Weirdly, Tammi had mocked him for having a smaller cock than mine - when in actual fact his was a bit bigger.
"Well, you know the truth.”
"Damn right. I was hoping to get a taste of that ‘little dick’ the other night, but she didn’t seem open to it.”
"You’re right. She never would have let you pleasure me. In any way. Never. It would have gone against everything she was getting out of it.”
“I kinda suspected that.”
“But you can pleasure me now," he said with raised eyebrows.
I hesitated. “You … sure you’re okay with that? After your breakup?”
“Why do you think I called you over?” he asked with a grin.
With that, I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have him in my mouth. I’d been craving his meat for nine long months, and had been tantalized by being so close to it a few days ago.
I dropped to my knees, pulled down his shorts, and stared at his magnificent member for a moment. It wasn’t more special than any other guy’s cock, mind you, but it was his.
I took in its slight curve. The bulbous shape of the head. The drop of precum already oozing out the little slit. The cap’s pink-plum color contrasting with the beige skin of the shaft. The ridgeline of his vas on the underside. The warm hairy ball sack dangling loosely below.
His dick looked incredibly muscular and manly, with bluish veins bulging out, even though the rest of Jeff was not particularly muscular.
Of course, I realize it isn't even muscle at all, but a concentration of his literal life essence, his blood, pressurized in an exquisite tube of skin. But still, it looked muscular. In any event, it was the pinnacle of masculinity.
“Maybe you should just take a picture,” came a voice from up above.
“Hey, I’ve missed this thing, all right? Be patient. You’ll get your blowjob.”
I finally filled my mouth with his majesty. I licked and sucked and slurped, enjoying its seven-plus inches all the way down to the base. And back up. And down again, and around. And again and again.
I eased him back to the couch and continued my oral services. Soon enough, Jeff started writhing and rubbing his hands on my shoulders, followed by his other essence willing its way out, and into my eager mouth. God, I had missed his manly seed.
He pulled me up to sit on the edge of the couch, staring me in the eyes as he took my shorts and underwear off, then sucked me into his mouth. Of course he’d done the same the other night, but it was still wonderful, not least because Tammi wasn’t mocking him for it.