When Brandon and Tyler finally sauntered
into the bedroom, I was already wet and wild with desire.
My body coursed with anticipatory electricity as I watched
the two men sit down on the bed. "Anyways," Brandon
was saying, "Heather told me you're attracted to me.
Gotta say I'm flattered, dude, although I didn't even know
you were gay."
Tyler blushed and looked away. "I-I'm not sure I am,"
he stammered. "I mean, I've had girlfriends, you know,
but ... well, I've been looking at some gay porn on the Internet,
and... well, it's been turning me on, you know?"
The
next night, Brandon invited Tyler over to our apartment on
the pretext that he needed help decorating the place for my
twentieth birthday party. Our plan - my plan - was that Brandon
would seduce the sexually-confused Tyler in our bedroom while
I watched the gaiety unfold from a closet door left slightly
ajar, and then I'd join in as the icing on the sexual cake.
Brandon wasn't bi by nature, but he was the kind of stud who
would plug his dick into anything tight, if it would get him
off. All the better, he said, if it would please me at the
same time, which it would; I'd always had a fantasy about
watching two hard-bodied, big-cocked guys go at it. And even
better if it was a hot threesome with me.
As if by telepathic projection, the two he-men
began shedding their shoes and socks and jeans and shirts, and, finally,
their shorts. Their inhibitions were already discarded on the floor
somewhere, forgotten. When they were both sans clothing, the two Adonis's
stood facing each other, nude and lewd and loaded with 'tude. Tyler's
thick, muscular body was an ivory contrast to Brandon's rippling,
bronze physique, and the package that Tyler normally hid in his denim
turned out to be a handsome, nine-inch cock. I'd never seen such an
awesome specimen - in person, at least.
Brandon let out a wolf-whistle. "Wow! You're packing some serious
wood there, dude."
Tyler smiled. "It's all yours, if you want it."
"Daddy wants," Brandon responded, and grabbed Tyler's monster
cock and started stroking. The two well-hung men kissed some more,
their tongues slapping against one another, while Brandon eagerly
polished Tyler's rigid pole and Tyler tentatively gripped Brandon's
heavy rod.
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