I look over at Pretty Boy, he’s standing back a bit, not as confident as Tank, definitely not looking ready to be kissed yet.
“Can I take your shirts off?” I ask, thinking he might be more comfortable with that.
They both nod this time, and I step towards Pretty Boy, sliding his leather cut off his shoulders and unbuttoning his shirt.
“Someone’s got the body of a Calvin Klein model,” I say, and he chuckles, relaxing a bit.
I’m not lying, his abs look like they’ve been sculpted, and his biceps are perfect. There’s not a mark on his skin; I’d expected him to have tattoos. I run my hands down him lightly but leave it at that, turning back to Tank. I do the same with his cut and shirt, but he’s covered with tattoos and it’s beautiful. He already let me kiss him, so I lean in and run my tongue along his chest, flicking over his nipple as I go, loving the rumble that emanates from him.
“Do you want me to undress or am I leaving the lingerie on.”
“Leave it on,” Pretty Boy says, stepping closer and running a finger over the mesh. “It’s doing things for me.”
I lower to my knees and start unbuckling his belt, usually I’d make eye contact, but I worry that it will be too intense for him.
“This okay?” I ask, glancing up, and he nods.
Pretty Boy
It’s crazy to think that a passing comment has led me to this moment. One minute I was apologizing to Max for being playful with Jamie, not wanting to cause drama betweenthem, and the next he’s telling me that their relationship is open to a degree, so it doesn’t faze him to see Jamie flirt with other men, in fact, he likes it.
That’s when Tank joined the conversation, asking how exactly that works, when they’re clearly boyfriends. Apparently this isn’t uncommon for them, they’ve invited men to join them before, with Max enjoying watching Jamie with other guys. One joke about getting the best blow job of our lives later, and here we both are.
I’ve never even entertained the idea of being with a guy before, and now I’ve got a man lowering to his knees in front of me. Granted, he’s very pretty, with his pink hair, lingerie, and is that glitter on his nipples?
“This okay?” he asks, unbuckling my belt.
I nod, not trusting myself to speak. Holy shit, this is really happening. I glance up at Tank, but his eyes are firmly on Jamie. This isn’t the first time we’ve shared someone; we quite often share the club girls. Diablo never shared, and he’d kill you before sharing Beth, that’s for sure. And Slim doesn’t share with guys, but often takes two or more girls to his room, well, before he moved out anyway.
I’ve never had a problem sharing a girl with Tank though, there’s no competition between us, and zero interest in each other, it’s the fun of pushing the girl to her limits that we enjoy.
But this is different, instead of a girl on her knees between us, it’s a guy. Something about it is obviously working for me though, because when he lowers my boxers my cock is hard. I’m not as big as Tank in that department, but I know how to use it and haven’t had any complaints yet. And Jamie seems happy with what he sees, smiling up at me through his lashes.
“You sure do look pretty on your knees, darlin’,” I murmur.
He smirks and leans forward, licking the underside of my cock from base to tip. I watch as he continues to play and explore, taking his time, enjoying this, every so often flicking his gaze towards Max, who remains still, eyes firmly on Jamie.
Bringing his hands to rest on my ass, he takes all of me in his mouth, not even a whimper or a gag, which is the usual response I get. He doesn’t have a fucking gag reflex. Holy shit. Using his hands on my ass he thrusts me into his mouth a few times, before sucking as well, making my head drop back as I moan.
I bring my hand to his hair and gently pull him off me. “You’re just too tempting,” I say, “maybe you should pay Tank some attention before I ruin that pretty little mouth of yours. I bet he can make you gag.”
The noise he makes in response makes my cock twitch and Tank chuckles, stepping behind Jamie who turns on his knees to face him, quickly reaching for his belt buckle. This is where it gets a bit awkward for me, if we were with a girl, I’d be behind her, playing with her tits, or fingering her, but I have no idea what to do with Jamie. Though I’ll admit, his ass looks mighty fine in those pretty lace panties.
I look over at Max and his eyes are still on Jamie, but they darken at the sound of him gagging on Tank’s cock. By the looks of how he shifts in his chair though, he doesn’t hate it.
“What else is on the table tonight?” Tank asks.
I look back at them, and he’s got Jamie’s hair in a fist, face held away from his cock.
“Daddy?” Jamie asks, trying to look back towards Max, but he’s held in place by Tank’s hand.
“Whatever you want, beautiful,” Max says, “this is perfect for me.”
“You wanna fuck me, big guy?” Jamie asks, looking up at Tank.
He nods in response, his eyes saying everything he needs, he’s into this, and he wants to go further. I think a blow job is my limit, but I’m here to share so…
“Can I fuck your mouth at the same time, darlin’?” I ask.
