Girlfriend Wants Me to Experiment Ch. 02

This is a work of fantasy.

It has cuckoldry, straight-to-gay themes, gay sex, and more.

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"Be gentle, baby," Carly said while looking up at me. She stuck out her lip in a cartoonish way.

I rolled my eyes and smirked. "You'll be fine."

"You asshole," Carly said, shifting down on the bed and raising her hips. We were laying down in missionary. Both my cock and her asshole were lubricated, and as they touched, I began to feel anticipatory chills travel through my body.

For years, I had wondered what it would be like to try anal, and today, I was finally going to learn.

Carly closed her eyes to focus as she relaxed her muscles, letting the head of my dick push past her entrance. She winced, but I could see a shine of arousal on her pussy.

God, she wastight.

Her pink, puffy nipples were swollen on her freckled chest, and her massive red hair made a fiery halo around her flushed face.

I moaned, feeling my cock pulse with precum.

Carly stayed like that for a moment, breathing deep as she let her ass take shape around my member.

My cock was just below average size at five inches, and it wasn't too long before she began guiding my hips, letting me slip deeper into her.

I groaned again, trying my best not to cum. I was only a few inches in her, and I was already on edge.

Then, unexpectedly, Carly spoke. "Did you like sucking Julius' cock yesterday, baby?"

What? What did that have to do with this?

Carly guided me deeper, flexing her ass so it squeezed my shaft.

I shivered. "Um," I said, "yeah, I guess."

"I'm just trying to turn myself on, baby," she said, sticking out her lower lip again. "I'm sorry."

"No," I said. "It's fine."

Carly sighed as she pushed her hips farther up, taking my cock to its base.

I gasped as Carly whined.

"You looked so good with that big dick in your mouth, hon," she said. She moved her hands from my hips, grabbing the bottle of lubricant from the nightstand with one hand and moving the other to her pussy.

Immediately, I could hear how wet she was.

She uncapped the lube and let a stream of it flow between us. It landed on my cock as I slid out of her. It was cold on my skin.

"Hearing you gag and choke on him had me absolutely gushing," Carly moaned, letting her fingers slide over her clit.

I shifted uncomfortably, distracted from the pleasure of having Carly wrapped around my cock.

"You don't have to pretend you didn't like it, baby. I saw that little erection of yours," she heard.

Little? I screwed up my face at Carly. She knew I was sensitive about my size.

"I'm just teasing, babe," she said, beginning to bounce on me, "but you know you fucking liked it."

It was true, in spite of my awkwardness surrounding the situation, I couldn't deny that it made me incredibly hard at the time. I had done my best to avoid thinking about it until now. Just the thought of his cock in my mouth sent a rush through me.

"Keep fucking my asshole," Carly said.

I hadn't even realized that I had stopped. I started again, and with all the new lubricant Carly had applied, I was now able to easily work my dick in and out of her.

Carly bit her lip. "Fuck my ass like that baby," she said, looking up with her big green eyes, "be a good boy and fuck my ass."

My muscles shook, and I let out a low, even groan. Her insides were so hot, and watching her begin to slide her fingers in and out of her cunt as I filled her ass was becoming too much.

I closed my eyes.

That was when I felt Carly's other hand.

As she had been applying lube, she let some fall onto her fingers, and when I'd been fucking her ass, she had been spreading it along her fingers, evenly applying lubricant along their surface.

I opened my eyes right as her fingers touched the curve of my ass, and I made eye contact with her as she slipped the tip of her finger past my cheeks and into me.

I'm ashamed to say that I moaned again.

This wasn't the first time that Carly had put a finger inside of me, so I didn't think too much of it. There were times when she had sucked my cock with a finger in my anus, massaging my prostate as she choked on my dick.

It always felt good, but now it seemed different.

Previously, when she had fingered my ass, she had kept her progress slow and steady, moving with the rhythm of her mouth.

Now, while she wasn't exactly ramming her fingers into me, her pressure was even and relentless. As I parted my lips and stared into her hungry gaze, she easily slipped a full finger into my asshole as I fucked hers.

"I loved seeing you with Julius, my sweet boy," Carly said. Her voice was sultry and breathy. "Watching him pump his load into your throat was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

I opened my mouth to protest, but I couldn't catch my breath. Carly's exploring finger had become my whole world.

"If you wanna cum in my ass," Carly said as she began to finger fuck me in earnest, "I want you to agree to see him again."

What? What was she on? I had told her it was just once.

I shook my head.

She raised an eyebrow, and she stopped moving her hips and hand. A moment ago, it had felt like my very soul was being turned inside out, and now she stopped every sensation. She wrapped her legs around me so I was completely buried in her. I couldn't move in or out.

"Don't stop," I gasped.

"Say you'll see him again," she said, once again, pouting. This time, the innocent bratty move had much deeper implications.

I broke, giving a half nod.

That was enough for Carly. She didn't start to move her hips again, but she began to piston her lubricated finger in and out of my ass, making sure to angle toward my prostate.

I didn't even have time to thrust; just her finger was too much. Without another movement, I came into Carly's ass as she fingered me.

The next night, she invited Julius over.

I was pacing back-and-forth in our kitchen.

"I just don't know," I said. "I just don't know."

Carly sat at the counter, lackadaisically dragging a pen over a Post-it note. "He's already on his way over," she said. " If you want to send him home once he's here, that's okay, but there's no point in calling if he's only a few minutes out."

I pursed my lips and stopped. "Have you ever fucked him before, Carly? Be honest with me."

It was strange to call her that. When you're with somebody for a long enough time, you stop addressing them by their name. It made the sentence sound unfamiliar and clinical.

Carly stopped moving the pen and stared up at me. Her brow was furrowed, and she spoke dispassionately and frustratedly. "If I had already fucked Julius," she said, "I would've told you. You know that."

I clenched and unclenched my fist. Now I was accusing her? This wasn't like me."Just..." I said, "you kissed him."

"And you blew him until he came down your tight throat," she said, standing. "I think we all got a little lost in the goddamn moment."

"That was... That was just because you wanted me to," I said.

Her expression softened.

Carly sauntered around the counter, swaying her hips with each word. "And. You. Would. Do. Anything. I. Wanted?"

With her final word, she now stood only inches from me. I could smell her flowery perfume as I looked down at her. She was a full head shorter than me, but I still felt like the small one.

I opened my mouth to respond, but I couldn't find the words. What was I supposed to say? No? I would do anything for Carly. It was only now for the first time in our relationship that I felt any level of insecurity.

She raised a hand and put it on my chest. It was a still presence against my fast beating heart.

"I have never fucked Julius," she said. "The other night was the first time I've ever seen his cock, and it was just as much a surprise to me as it was to you when I saw it. You are the man I love, and I find you amazingly sexy."

My racing thoughts started to slow at her words. Carly always knew how to soothe me, take care of me. I closed my eyes and breathed out, and I felt her other hand touch my waist.

"However," Carly said in the same calm tone, "now that I know what he's got, part of me regrets never taking him for a ride." She gave me a wry smile.

I smiled back at her, trying to push down the frog in my throat. "You fucking jerk," I said.

"And furthermore," she continued,"now that I know what he's got, I want to seeyou take him for a ride."

Carly must've seen my eyes grow wide, even as I try to remain stoic.

"Don't act so surprised, baby," she said, "you know I always fantasize about you with another man." As she said this, she trailed her hand from my waist to my cock.

I shuddered. In spite of all my misgivings, panic, and fears, I was as hard as a rock. I hated to admit it, but I couldn't stop thinking about the other night, and even the thought of Carly and him kissing had me whirling. She had just melted into him. Had I ever made her do that?

Why did it feel like electricity sparking over my skin?

"I'm not going to make you do anything you don't wanna do," Carly said, dragging her fingers over my hard shaft. "It's just... You know how hot I think it would be to watch you take his cock into that pale little bubble butt of yours." She giggled, moving her other hand from my chest to my ass.

I was a devoted gym goer, and my squats had paid off. Carly frequently teased me about my "bubble butt." I felt my cheeks bounce as Carly shook my ass.

She wouldn't make me do anything I didn't want to do, and I didn't want to do anything. Julius was coming over, and all I would have to do is tell him that nothing was going to happen. It was as easy as that.

The doorbell rang.

Carly smiled, stood on her tiptoes to give me a kiss, and she was off like a bolt, her mess of red hair bouncing as she nearly skipped.

I followed, feeling somewhat numb.

I stepped around the corner just as Julius was walking in. He wore a fitted T-shirt, and I saw his muscles ripple as he reached out to hug Carly.

She practically jumped into his tattooed arms, and as he embraced her, I saw her toes lift a couple inches off the ground for a moment.

Why is it that the most indescribable things can mean so much? As he lifted her, another shockwave of confusing jealousy bolted through my body, and the image of her sitting next to him, fingerfucking herself with his arm around her, entered my mind again. My mind buzzed, and more hypothetical images flooded my brain. What would she look like with his massive cock inside of her? What would it feel like to watch him hold Carly in the air, her feet completely off the ground as he fucked her?

My perverse, envious bubble popped as I saw Julius turn to me and lean in for a hug. His strong hands drew me closer, wrapping around my back and shoulders as he pressed his body full force into mine.

Oh, God. My cock was still erect, and it grinded into his upper thigh as he pulled me close.

Julius didn't react physically at first, he just held me, hugging me tight. His muscles felt hard as steel against my body. I hugged him back. His musky cologne filled my lungs again, and sharp memories of his dick plunging in and out on my lips pricked at my brain.

As he drew back, I filled my lungs with air again. I hadn't realized how hard he had been holding me.

He flashed me a smile and looked down at my crotch. "I'm happy to see you too, babe," he said.

My cheeks grew pink. I cleared my throat.

This was the moment. I had to let him know now that although Carly and I had enjoyed our time together, he had to leave now.

I opened my mouth. "Do you want anything to drink?" I heard myself ask.

Julius tilted head back-and-forth, considering.

God damn it. I guess he was coming in.

"Y'all got any wine?" He asked.

"You still like Malbec?" Carly asked, stepping closer to us. Julius and I were only about a foot apart. I could smell a subtle hint of mint on his breath as he chuckled. I stared at his lips. Only days ago, they had met Carly's, and now, as he towered above her, I wondered if that would happen again.

No. Of course it wouldn't. I would get him a glass of wine, and then he would leave, a stranger once again.

"You know I do, Car," Julius said, smiling.

Wait. We had Malbec? Had she bought a bottle just for him? I couldn't remember if we had already had some wine before she went out for groceries the day before.

Again, envy vibrated through my body.

Still, I couldn't stop looking at her next to him, so fragile and small comparatively. His hands looked like catchers mitts compared to hers.

"Let's pour a few glasses then," I said, my ears burning.

We moved to the living room, and I grabbed us three glasses of wine, filling mine nearly to the brim before draining it and pouring another. It was a slightly chilled red wine full of tannins. My tongue caught on the roof of my mouth as I gulped back the bitter, dry liquid.

I felt like I'm going crazy. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

All the while, I can't stop thinking about how Julius' cologne smells and how his hand felt gripping my head, stroking his cock with my lips.

I shook my head. I had to keep it together. I trusted that Carly didn't and wouldn't do anything I wasn't comfortable with, and I know that she would never push me to do anything that I truly didn't want to do. The fact of the matter was that I wasn't even sure what I wanted. Even as the possibilities raced through my mind, it was like they moved too fast for me to touch them.

I took Carly and Julius' glasses first, bringing them to the coffee table and setting them down, getting a "thanks" from each of them. After grabbing my own, I returned. Carly and Julius sat on the couch in the same spots they had been in the other night. Last time he sat there, Julius had been a stranger.

Now, as I settled into an armchair, he was familiar at the very least. I might still not have known his last name, but I knew what his seed tasted like.

"So did you get your prize?" Julius asked, leaning forward and taking his glass.

"What?" I asked.

"Your prize," Carly said, laughing. "You know, getting to fuck my little butt."

"Oh, that," I said, laughing along. "Yeah. I did."

"Was it everything you ever imagined?" Julius asked.

I considered that. What was I supposed to say? That it all ended with Carly finger fucking me until I came? "And more," I said. "It was great."

Carly smiled at me. "Yeah it was."

God, she could be a brat.

"Anal is crazy," Julius said. "I scare most girls off from taking me in the ass, but it's the guys that are all for it."

The sudden thought flashed into my mind of Julius fucking me, but I pushed that thought out of my mind. I'd sucked his cock, sure, but I wasn't gay.

"More guys are size queens than girls," Julius said, sipping his wine.

"Then you just haven't met the right girls," Carly said, taking her own glass.

"No, I'm serious," Julius said. He was responding to Carly, but his eyes were trained on mine. I couldn't bring myself to look away from him. "I fucked plenty of guys and plenty of girls, and it's almost always the guys will become addicted to a big dick like this."

As if to make his point, Julius reached down with his free hand and grabbed his cock through his sweatpants. They were made of a thick fabric, but as he wrapped his fingers around it, I could see it's whole shape. He wasn't fully erect, but just looking at his girth took my breath away again.

Shamefully, I looked up at Carly. She was staring, lips parted at Julius's dick, just as I had been only moments ago.

"So you've probably gotten pretty good at dicking them down?" Carly asked breathlessly. "They keep crawling back for more?"

Carly's obsession with gay sex was palpable. While I still wondered if there was a part of her that wanted that cock for herself, I knew that at the moment she was imagining Julius fucking other men. She was probably thinking about him fucking... me.

"I... I think I've heard that about gay guys before," I said, trying to distance the situation from now

"Not guys who're gay," Julius laughed. His hand was still wrapped around his cock, and he squeezed it, causing it to swell in response. "I can't tell you how many 'straight' men have called me up at two in the morning to get a piece of this."

I took another gulp of wine and swallowed, averting my eyes. I could hear Carly breathing heavily, and my own chest rose and fell quickly. "Anyway, Julius," I said. "Carly and I talked, and we wanted to thank you for coming over, but..."

"So straight guys too?" Carly asked Julius. It was as if she hadn't even heard me.

Julius shrugged. "Sure," he said. He let go of his cock, adjusting his sweatpants once again hide its silhouette. "I'm not in the business of labeling someone else's sexuality."

"Carly," I said.

She finally pulled her eyes away from Julius and looked at me. An apologetic look flash across her face. "Sorry," she said.

Julius looked back-and-forth between us. "Hey," he said, "I hope I'm not getting between you two."

"No, you're not," I sighed. "Sorry. I guess I'm just a little..."

"Tense?" Julius finished.

I nodded. "Yeah, that works."

"This is a weird question," Julius said, "but do you want a massage? I'm studying physical therapy, and I ended up getting my certificate so I can work on other athletes. I've gone pretty damn good with my hands."

"I think I'm set," I said, smiling and shaking my head.

Julius stood, his full size once again becoming apparent as he loomed over me. "If you only think you're good," he said, "you ain't good. Lay down for me on the floor. I promise I won't bite."

I felt my cheeks redden. "Thanks, but--"

"Seriously," Julius said. "I got you. I'm a professional. You don't even have to take your clothes off or anything like that."

"It's alright if you want to," Carly said. "I think you could use a little relaxation."

I should've said no. I should've shown him to the door.

Instead, after a long pause, I put my wine glass down with a shaky hand. My curiosity got the better of me. "Fine," I said. "Just a little." I let myself slide off of the armchair into the floor. My body was loose from the alcohol, And although I hated to admit it, as soon as my knees hit the floor, I turned and looked at Julius' crotch.

I lingered like that for a fraction of a second, my face level with his dick. Then I turned in, lay my body flat on the carpet face down.

The plush fibers brushed against my arms as I adjusted, moving into what I thought would be an ideal position to receive a massage.

The floor moved slightly as Julius took a step, putting one leg on either side of my body.

He brought himself to the ground, positioning himself with his knees on either side of my hips. I could feel the heat of his skin.

This was supposed to be helping me relax, but I had never felt so wound up in my life.

He touched my lower back first, gently dragging his thumbs on each side of my spine.

I tingled with expectation. His thumb had only, barely brushed me, testing the tightness and suppleness of my muscle, and I was already anticipating what it would be like to have him ring me out like a towel.

As his strong hands continued to travel up my back, Julius began to apply even force, distributing his weight across every square inch of his fingers in palms.

I felt my muscles roll and give under his palm, and I could feel knots untangling themselves as he worked with skill and precision.

I didn't know much about him, but based on the techniques he was using and the care was taking, he certainly wasn't lying about having trained in this.

All the while, I was acutely aware of Julius' crotch resting against my ass. He wasn't moving, pushing into me, or doing a single thing to suggest he was seeking something more, but I couldn't help but think how few layers of cloth were between him and me.

He moved his way up to my shoulders, and was kneading out some tension in my neck.

I released a heavy breath. I had really needed this. The past few days, my mind and body had been coiled up like a spring, and as Julius kept massaging me, he was able to reshape each part that was out of place.

I turned my head toward Carly.

She was sitting on the couch, watching intently, her thighs squeezed tightly together.

This had to be turning her on. I knew that she had imagined me being fucked by another man an uncountable amount of times, and now she was watching as Julius straddled me and explored my body with his hands.

Was this all that wrong? My insecurities and fears still were present in full force, but was that fair to Carly? Fair to me? If I enjoyed something and Carly did too, was there really harm in it? Julius had even said that it wouldn't define someone's sexuality. Who was I to say that anything I did with him made me gay?

Julius' skilled hands continued on my neck, gripping it tightly as I breathed deeply.

I decided to go for a Hail Mary.

I closed my eyes and reached behind my back, let my fingers travel up Julius's leg, and I rested my hand against his muscular thigh.

It was almost like I was having an out of body experience, watching myself gently rubbing the inside of another man's leg.

"Tap twice if you want me to stop," Julius said. He shifted so he was just behind my ass, and he moved his massive hands down to my lower back once again, using force in small circles to dive deeper into my muscle.

I tried to give a groan of approval, but even to me, it sounded like a moan.

"He talks," Julius chuckled.

Carly was still pressing her thighs together, but now she was shifting back-and-forth as if she was sitting on hot coals. Her freckled cheeks were red, and even though she was trying to hide it, I saw that she was chewing the inside of her lip.

Julius continued, working down my spine until he was massaging the musculature around my tailbone.

Getting a massage didn't mean I was gay or anything. Men got massages from other men every day. This was nothing.

Then his strong hands moved even further down, each finding an ass cheek.

I should've spoke up. There were so many windows to say something. Instead, I only managed a whimper.

It was such a quiet, pitiful sound, and I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment as I heard myself. Still, I didn't tap his leg.

He began to massage the outside of my clothed glutes, slowly but surely kneading each muscle until it gave.

I had to admit, it felt amazing.

Then I felt Julius shift. He had been resting back, but now he rose fully onto his knees. The spot where he had been partially resting on my thighs felt cold without him.

I was still touching the inside of his leg, and I felt fabric shift. Even though I couldn't see what was going on, a chill traveled through me

Then Julius returned to his original position. Only now, I felt the full weight of his meaty cock resting between my sweatpants-clad ass.

My face started to tingle. I didn't want to admit it, but this wasn't as much of a surprise as it could have been. As soon as Julius had put his hands on my body, I had intrinsically felt this was a possibility.

I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry and unfocused, but I looked up at Carly again. Her legs were no longer pressed together, and while she was stabilizing herself with one hand, the other had disappeared down the front of her waistband. She was grinding her hips up and down as she slowly masturbated. Her eyes fluttered as they met mine.

Julius' hands returned to my ass, roughly gripping it and pulling me back against him. As my hips shifted, I could feel my hard cock rub against the carpet through my pants.

Julius shook a handful of my ass as he slowly slid his thick cock over my sweatpants. "You're thick as hell, you know that?"

I stayed silent. What line was too far? I was urging my hand to tap his thigh, but it refused to move.

Julius leaned into me, still gripping me tightly, gently spreading my ass around his veiny dick.

The massage was over. Now, I was just another thing for Julius to wrap around his cock.

I swallowed nervously.

Julius himself had said that it wasn't necessarily gay just to experiment, right? I had liked having Carly's finger in my ass, so what difference would...

I couldn't believe that I was even considering this, let alone talking myself into it.

In one smooth motion, Julius grabbed the base of his dick and slipped his fingers under my waistband, forcefully pulling my gray sweatpants down, partially exposing my ass to him.

"What are you--" I started.

"I'm gonna need you to be quiet, baby," Julius said, interrupting me. His voice was a low growl, and he started to slap his hard cock against my bare asscheek. It was heavy, and I could feel the ridges of his dick against my skin.

The sound was wet and squelching as his precum-soaked head was hit my cheek repeatedly.

"Julius," I said, "I didn't mean for this"

"I told you to tap my leg if you want me to stop, baby," he said. "So tap my fucking leg."

I paused. The sound of his cock smacking my ass was the only sound in the room. I looked over at Carly, and even she had stopped her movement. Her hand was still down her pants, but she was watching me in anticipation.

I stayed silent, and I didn't tap his leg.

"That's what I thought," Julius laughed. It was a confident, almost cruel laugh, but as he spoke, I felt my dick grow even harder under me.

I wanted to bury my face in my hands and never show it again. How could I let Carly see me like this? Why couldn't I stop him?

"It's okay, hon, "Carly said. Her voice was throaty and deeper than usual. Her fingers started moving in her pants again. Just give in." her words were stopping and jerky as sharp gasps forced their way into her. Her body moved and squirmed uncontrollably as she slid her digits in and out of her pussy.

I took a deep breath, and I sighed. an indelible energy rattled through me. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. All I could focus on, however, was Julius' dick as it kept beating against me like a drum.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

After what seemed like forever, Julius stopped, instead moving both of his hands to my waistband. "Lift your hips," he said.

Robotically, I obeyed, slightly lifting my hips off the floor so that Julius could pull my sweatpants farther down.

He peeled them off of me, completely exposing my lower half as he slowly pulled them down my legs all the way to my ankles. After working my feet out of them, I was fully naked from the waist down.

Then Julius leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of my head and bringing his mouth closer to my ear. His body bore down upon me, his thick cock resting between my cold, freshly exposed asscheeks.

Once again, the breath was squeezed out of me, and each shallow breath was filled with his scent. "You really wanna try this dick?" He asked. His voice was a whisper, but as he was so close, his growly timbre filled my mind completely.

"W--will it make me gay?" I asked. As soon as I said it, it sounded pathetic, even to me.

Julius let out a short puff of air, a ghost of a laugh. "Not if you don't want it to."

I felt like a firework that was ready to explode. The sound of blood rushing peaked as I nodded.

"Good boy," Julius said. "We're gonna need to lube this thing up if we're gonna get inside that tight virgin asshole of yours"

I nodded again. "There's--there's a bottle upstairs"

"No," he said, lifting himself off me. He started to slap his cock against my bare ass again. "Carly, come here, and both of you, get naked.."

I quickly looked at Carly. When had she taken her pants off? Now she only wore a T-shirt and her panties, and both Julius and I could see the obvious stain in the purple fabric as she moved her fingers. As it registered to her that Julius was speaking to her, she stopped. "Me?"

"That's what I said," Julius said.

Carly was already red from arousal, but I saw her freckled cheeks burn darker as she stood. This was the first time that she was truly the center of attention. She moved with weak knees, taking small, unsure steps toward us. She slowly approached Julius, an old high school friend of hers, and me, her half naked boyfriend sprawled out on the floor ready to take his first dick.

Even though Julius was only on his knees, he was still nearly her height. She stood about a foot away from us, I could see her hard nipples poking through her shirt as her chest rose and fell with every breath. I could hardly see them over my shoulder.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked. There was still arousal in her voice, butI could hear apprehension creeping in.

"I want you both to strip, and then I want you to lube me up so I can fuck your man." Julius spoke with finality, and it took me a moment to realize what he was asking her to do.

He wanted her to suck his cock before he fucked me.

I shot up my gaze to look at Carly. She looked down at me, the whites of her eyes visible with surprise.

Of course she shouldn't do this. This was supposed to be between me and Julius, right?

My brain stalled.

The thought of Carly's lips wrapped around him, though, his dick filling her throat... There was a part of me that was deeply curious. "Carly," I said, "you can do... Whatever you're comfortable with."

Carly's expression relaxed, I saw her push her knees together slightly. She was so turned on by the situation, she could barely hold herself together. "Well... okay, "she said. "Okay. Then... Then roll over"

That confused me. What was she planning? Still, I didn't want to question it. No matter how shameful it was, this was the most turned on I had been in my entire life. I pushed myself up and over, laying on my back below Julius now.

As I did, he took his shirt off and threw it to the side.

For the first time, I saw his chest and torso, and I couldn't help but be in awe. Tight bands of muscles spread over his body, and black ink decorated his brown skin. Gentle dustings of short, curly hair were spread over his body, making the deep shadows of his muscles appear even darker.

A deep "V" shape defined his sides as his muscular abs led to his thick cock.

For the second time ever, I stared at it.

A bead of precum rolled from his cockslit, hanging from his flared head. His dark skin stretched over his venous and rigid shaft. It really was the size of Carly's forearm. I wondered what it would be like to have that beast inside of me, filling me until he deposited a load of semen into my body. His massive, round balls tightened as they adjusted themselves. Another drop of preejaculate spilled from his head and fell, landing on my lower stomach just below the edge of my shirt.

Julius smiled at me as I finally let my eyes move to his face. "Hey, baby, "he said.

H--hi," I said stupidly.

I fumbled to grab my shirt, taking it off as well. My chest was less defined and flatter than his, and my body hair was more sparse across my white skin.

Then we both looked at Carly. She flashed a brief, nervous smile, and she grabbed the hem of her own shirt, pulling it up and over her head as well. Her hair was already mussed up and wild, her curls bouncing over her shoulders as they fell from her shirt.

Now she only wore her soaked panties, and her tanlines divided her pale skin and her extra pale skin. Her petite, lithe body almost looked like it was made of snow next to Julius' even as she blushed. Her arms wrapped around her body, as if she was cold or trying to hide herself.

Finally, she moved her hands down and removed her panties, a string of wetness momentarily connecting her drenched underwear to her shaved, puffy lips. She bunched the damp underwear up, putting it down carefully on the floor.

She took another step forward before putting her right leg over my head, facing Julius. She paused before squatting, bringing her shining, wet pussy to my face. Without waiting for me to take a breath, she sat back, grinding herself against my lips. I stuck out my tongue, tasting her.

Her ass covered most of my vision, and I was stuck looking at nothing but her bare asshole.

God... I didn't think I had felt her this wet before. Her cunt was soaked as it glided across my face, her lips parting around my nose, tongue, and chin.

Carly moaned above me. I brought up my hands to hold her legs, but as I did, she moved them away, guiding them down to Julius' cock. He was hard and warm against my trembling fingers. Without thinking, I started to move my hands up and down, jerking him off with deliberate, long strokes.

Leaning forward, Carly continued to rock her wet cunt over my face, using me to bring herself even closer to the edge. She placed her hands on my hips to steady herself, shuddering as she slowly approached Julius' massive, otherworldly cock.

Shame and arousal swirled inside me as I hungrily lapped at Carly. I was as quiet as I could be, anxiously listening.

After a moment of silence, I heard her gag and I felt her lips touch my hand. She lurched slightly but did not draw back. She had taken Julius' cock in her mouth.

The reality of the moment hammered down on me. My girlfriend was sucking the cock of a much more well-endowed man, preparing him to fuck me. How had I gotten here?

Why didn't I want it to stop?

After that initial gag, Carly became much braver, and I felt her move forward and back as she started to slurp on Julius' dick. Between chokes and gags, Carly hummed. It was almost hypnotic, losing myself between her legs as I heard her repeatedly swallow down and gurgle another man's cock.

Julius, for his part, moved a hand to my dick, almost fully enveloping it in his grip. Wrapping his fingers around my shaft, he used his thumb to rub my sensitive head.

With all the mental and physical simulation, I couldn't help but writhe, but I was unable to really move under his and Carly's bodies.

Just as Julius's precum had fallen onto my stomach, I felt another stream of liquid, this one from Carly's tongue. She was covering his whole member in a thick layer of spit, and as it dripped off and down his cock, it began to spread to my fingers, making it easier to fondle him and move my hands up and down his ample length.

"Good girl," Julius growled. I had called Carly that before, but it sounded completely different coming from this much larger, much more imposing man. When I had said it before, it sounded like I was playing a part. Coming from Julius, it sounded nothing but natural.

Carly purred in response, a two syllable muffled sentence that must've been "thank you." As if to show him how grateful he was, she held herself down, deepthroating his dick as much as she could. Once again, her lips brushed against my hands, I could feel that she was using her tongue to lick at the base of a shaft.

As this continued, Carly kept getting wetter and wetter, her arousal flowing down the sides of my cheeks and dripping from my jaw. She tasted sweet with a hint of natural musk, a pheromone-ridden cocktail.

It wasn't long until Julius's hand alone had me on the brink. I had to reach down and grab his wrist, silently begging him to stop before I exploded.

To my relief, he obliged, removing his hand.

"I think he's ready," Julius said.

I heard Carly's gasp as she dislodged the thick cock from her throat. She panted as she drew back, and another strand of thick drool landed on my torso.

Carly lifted herself up, and once again, light met my eyes.

The first thing I saw was Julius waving Carly back over to him.

"I'm not done with you quite yet," he said. "I don't just want your spit."

Still blinking at the bright light, I watched as Carly hesitated and walked over to him. Julius lifted a hand and touched her hip, holding her like a doll. With his other hand, he brought up two outstretched fingers. "Spread," he said.

Carly looked at me and then back to Julius, again pausing for a beat. She nodded, moving her feet apart and spreading herself open for him.

I watched, entranced, willing him to continue.

He trailed his fingers up her pale thigh, leading them to her cunt. I heard the squelch of her wetness as he began to probe her.

Carly stood mostly still at first, only shivering slightly.

With almost no resistance, Julius slid his fingers into her, and I watched as she mirrored the motion I had made only moments earlier. She shot down her hands, grabbing his wrist to hold on, and she shook.

He hardly moved his fingers, pushing them forward and back only fractions of an inch as he stared into her face.

A strand of saliva hung from her parted lips, and, as it fell, I watched my girlfriend orgasm on another man's hand.

Carly nearly doubled over, and Julius had to use the hand on his waist to support her. I could hear her pussy convulse, sucking in air and trying to milk Julius' long, thick digits.

Her moan started slow, but it quickly crescendoed into a scream. It was full of surprise and near horror as she came to terms with the pleasure she was being subjected to.

Julius did not slow or change his rhythm, and, as I watched and did nothing, I saw Carly slow and then cum again on his hand only moments after her first orgasm had ceased.

The second was quieter, defined by whimpering and quivering, but I knew that look on her face when I saw it.

My head felt hot. I should've felt jealous or angry, but instead, all I felt was a lake of sexual tension swelling within me, threatening to break the fragile dam that held me together.

When Julius withdrew his fingers, they were covered in Carly's shiny, slick fluid.

Without another word, Julius shifted his legs, moving them to the insides of my knees, and with the same hand that he had just used to stabilize Carly, he grabbed my thigh and lifted, pointing my asshole up towards him.

I didn't resist, and I even flexed my body to make it easier to move my body where he wanted. Although a part of me was scared and my heart was racing, I could feel how much I needed this.

All of my reservations had been destroyed.

With my own girlfriend's cum as lubricant, Julius moved his fingers to my asshole, and as he touched me, I did my best to relax. It made a wet, smacking sound as he worked his way in.

Carly had fingered me before, but I cried out as Julius' much thicker, much more calloused pointer was pushed into me.

Still, in spite of his initial forcefulness, Julius slowed, letting the entrance of my ass relax before moving another centimeter in.

From the beginning, he angled his hand upward, finding my prostate after less than a minute of exploring my ass.

I looked up at Carly, and as watery pre-cum dripped from my cock, I stared at her, my mouth open as I breathed.

The little amount of makeup she had done today was smeared, and her eyes were glazed over. I could still see the sheen of her wetness between her legs, and after watching her sway back-and-forth for a moment, I watched her sink down next to me, reaching out her hand and resting it on my chest. Her other hand returned between her legs, masturbating slowly even as she comforted me.

All the while, Julius held my thigh up with one hand like it was weightless, and he continued to slide deeper into my ass with the other. After every few movements, he would let spit fall from his own full lips onto his hand, relubricating the inside of my anus.

Carly leaned down, and she kissed me on the cheek. Her breath smelled salty and musky. That is to say, she smelled like cock.

I stared into her eyes as Julius continued to stretch me.

I did my best to flex and relax myself, doing my best to accommodate Julius's hand. Over time, he added another finger and another. It felt like he was going to break me in half.

It was only then that he felt I was ready.

Julius pulled back his fingers, leaving a distinctly empty feeling in my ass.

I gasped in relief.

Then, reaching up to put his hand under Carly's chin, he said "more spit."

Instead of speaking, she just stared into my eyes, letting saliva pool in her mouth before spitting it into his hand. He moved his hand back to his member, and I heard the distinctly wet sound of his hand sliding up and down his shaft.

I started to look down, making peace with the fact that I was about to lose my anal virginity, when Carly grabbed my chin. She drew my face up, and she stared into my eyes. "I want to look at you," she said. her voice was hoarse. "I want to see the expression on your face when you take your first one."

I looked into her green eyes, thinking about all the time we spent together. I thought about the sex we had had and the intimate moments between us. I thought about our first date and our first kiss, and I thought about our future plans. I'd fallen for her head over heels, and now I stared into her eyes as I felt Julius's cock pressed against my loosened hole.

"I love you, baby," Carly said. She stroked my cheek with her hand.

"I love you too," I whimpered. Just after these words left my mouth, Julius pushed his cockhead into me.

I saw stars momentarily. His fingers had felt like they were going to break me open, but as the first inches of Julius's cock penetrated me, it felt like he was bearing his cock into my very soul, re-shaping me around my new god.

There was pain, of course, but as Carly continued to stare into my eyes, play with my hair, and kiss my face softly, I felt ethereal.

Julius lifted my other leg as well, and he folded me in half so that my thighs were on either side of my body.

In that moment, I had become a fleshlight, and being wrapped around this superior cock was more blissful than anything I could imagine.

A groan escaped from deep inside of me, and as I let my lips part, Julius leaned forward, his muscular frame covering me as he brought his lips to mine.

His kiss was warm and soft.

As our tongues intertwined, I rocked up and down, letting my dick slid up and down between us. My precum left a sticky pool on both of our stomachs, and Julius wrapped his arms around my shoulders, lifting me slightly from the carpet.

Carly kissed my cheek as Julius's tongue dove into my mouth, and although I hummed in protest, I couldn't help but move my hands to his back, pulling him into me.

He kept fucking me, each inch of his cock touching a new part of my being. After he was about halfway in, he began to pull out. His gentle inch-long thrusts reshaped my body to accommodate his.

I was delirious, my eyes rolling back into my head as new parts of me were unwrapped and presented to myself. It was all I could do just to stay half lucid with the waves of pain and pleasure.

He kept his mouth against mine, and his back muscles tensed against my weak fingers.

"More," I murmured into Julius' mouth.

"That's a good bitch," he said, driving deeper into me. He moved a hand up to my neck and he squeezed. Circulation was cut off slightly, and my breathing became more labored.

"You feeling good, baby?" Carly said, biting my ear. Her mouth was warm and wet.

I nodded, Julius' hand still wrapped around my throat.

"You gonna let him breed you, baby?" She whispered.

I didn't respond at first.

"Answer her," Julius said. "Are you gonna take this load up your straight boy ass?"

I swallowed my pride, and I nodded again.

"I really want to hear you say it, babe," Carly said. She used her same pouting voice. "Use that sexy little voice of yours to say you're going to let Julius breed your tight asshole."

"I--I'm going to--" my voice was strained and sputtering as Julius continued to choke and penetrate me. "I'm going to... let him cum in me."

"Breed," Julius corrected me. His face was still pressed against mine. He squeezed my neck harder, sending another rush of blood to my ears.

"I'm going to let you... b--breed me," I said.

Finally, Julius bottomed out and relinquished his grip on my throat. I gasped as air returned to my brain, vividly aware of his warm balls grinding against my ass. We were slick with sweat as our bodies met.

He had completely rearranged my insides to make space for his massive cock, and as oxygen and endorphins cascaded over me, I realized that I could feel him all the way up to the middle of my stomach.

Julius placed his hands on my waist and sat up.

His chest rose and fell from the effort he had expended, and I looked into his deep brown eyes as they focused on mine. He had a predatorial, hungry gaze.

Julius pulled out until only the top of his dick was inside of me, and I could feel his dick slither through my guts like I was a sex toy.

Then he drove forward again, grabbing my hips and moving me as he angled his hips upward.

I cried out, watching more precum dribble from my cock.

I had been asking myself what Julius had that I was missing. The answer was this. He had the ability to wring out a person's very soul and use it as a cumrag. As he pulled out again, pumping his dick in and out of me carefully, I felt that I had found a completely new person in my body.

Carly, still weak in the knees, shifted down to my chest, and she took my nipple in her mouth.

Fuck.

She alternated between gentle lapping and nibbling at my chest, and Julius reached up to grip the back of Carly's neck as he continued to gradually increase his pace.

I whimpered.

My ass made squelching sounds as he filled me.

Julius touched Carly in such a possessive, natural way, as if he were entitled to her.

My cock pulsated, and my cheeks reddened in shame.

I had never realized that watching another man be intimate with Carly would be so intensely erotic and humiliating, and my hard dick bounced with arousal.

Julius sped up, and as he moved his hand back to my waist, I realized that he touched me in the same way he touched Carly. He acted like I belonged to him.

The world bounced around me as Julius slid in and out of my ass, and I could feel him against my prostate with each movement.

Julius was going to paint my insides with his cum, and he moved in a powerful, relentless way.

I began to feel a familiar feeling rising up in me: It was like those moments of twilight just before the sun crests over the horizon.

Groaning, I watched yet another globule of preejaculate fall and hit my stomach.

I was going to cum from Julius' superior and colossal cock.

"F--fuck," I gasped. My words were forced out with every thrust. "I'm going to--"

Carly's face shot up, an excited look twinkling in her watery green eyes. She quickly returned to sucking my nipples, redoubling her efforts, but she kept her gaze locked on me.

"You're going to what, bitch?" Julius asked. He did not slow or change his technique.

"I'm going to fucking cum..." I moaned. I slipped into a consistent hum that rose and fell in pitch with every thrust.

Julius shook his head. "Not until I say you can, baby," he growled.

His words had the dual effect of pushing me even closer to the edge and throwing me into distraught protest.

His cock pummeled my prostate, stretching me beyond my limits.

"Please!" I cried. I didn't know how much longer I could hold on. My own balls were tightening every time his slapped against my ass.

He just cruelly shook his head.

I looked down at Carly, and I remembered what she always did to get what she wanted. It would be humiliating and degrading, but...

I looked back up at Julius and stuck my lower lip out slightly, pouting and trying to mimic Carly's coquettish expression.

"Please?" I asked. "Please let me cum?"

Julius' expression softened, his own face starting to slacken with pleasure.

"Call me daddy, baby," he said. His voice was worn.

"P--please let me cum, daddy?" I asked. I tried to keep a calm and seductive demeanor even as I did my best to fight off an inevitable orgasm.

Finally, Julius nodded. "Cum on this dick, baby," he grunted.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the first spray of my watery load shot from my cock, some of it hitting the Carly's cheek just as she turned to look at Julius fucking me. Another stream fired past her, landing directly on my open mouth.

It tasted salty and bitter.

I moaned, climaxing only after the first two ropes of cum had already been ejected from my body. It was like the sun finally appeared over the horizon, warming and lighting everything it touched.

My cock bounced as I continued to cum, sending droplets over me, Carly, Julius, and the carpet.

Carly turned to watch me cum, and Both her face and mine were splattered with jizz.

Only a few seconds after my climax subsided, Julius' own orgasm began. He groaned, not slowing as I felt the initial spurt of sperm hit deep inside me.

Carly's eyes were transfixed on me, but she reached back and held Julius' muscular thigh as he dumped his massive load.

Steady streams of semen were injected into me, and I imagined my body soaking up his seed.

"Thank you, daddy," I whispered as he continued to pump me full.

"Good boy," he gasped. He reached out and rubbed Carly's shoulder. "And good girl."

She leaned into me, kissing my cum-soaked lips. She stuck her tongue into my mouth, letting me suck off my own semen. "Thank you, daddy," she said as she drew back.

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