Tristen's Sexual Journey Pt. 03

********* Three Plus Two Equals Three *********

We pulled in front of our house, got out, and I unlocked the door. Jeff and Jasmine walked in, and I followed them. Jeff asked where our bathroom was, and I pointed down the hall. Jasmine walked toward our bedroom, and we heard the doorbell. I looked at Jasmine, and she looked at me. I opened our front door, and Lara asked if Jasmine was home, and I said yes. Then Justin asked me if he and I could get a beer, and I said, "Now probably isn't the best time."

Jasmine walked into the living room and asked what was going on. Justin saw Jasmine and said, "Wow. Look at you, sexy!"

Jasmine smiled and thanked Justin. Lara asked Jasmine, "Where are you two going?"

"Nowhere. We're going to be home for a while."

Justin and Lara couldn't have shown up at a worse time. And Lara asked to use our bathroom. We only have one bathroom, and Lara said, "I really can't wait," and she walked toward the bathroom. Jasmine and I looked at each other, and I asked Justin to step outside with me, and he did.

Justin apologized for him and Lara just showing up without calling first, but said they were out and Lara had to use the bathroom, and he wanted to talk to me. I asked what was so important, and Justin said, "We've been friends for years, and when we last talked, I felt things ended badly." I said it wasn't a big deal, and Justin said, "It is to me. I want you to understand what's going on between Lara and me." I said, 'You know, what you two do is between you two."

I knew that Lara walked in on Jeff, and I wondered what happened when she did. I couldn't tell Justin that we had another man at our house and that he was going to sleep with Jasmine. I said, "You know, since we talked, I've thought about what you said, and it makes sense now." Justin asked how so, and I said, "You love Lara, and you want her to be happy, and maybe other men can do that."

"It's more than that."

I said, "I'm sure it is."

Justin asked me why I seemed so nervous, and I told him I wasn't. Justin said, "I know this stuff is all weird to you." I shook my head. "No, not really." Justin said, "Other than Kimberly and Kyle, I don't have anyone else I can talk to about this, and you're my best friend." I smiled and said, "That means a lot to me."

"I don't want to offend you," Justin said, "but Jasmine looked so hot in that dress."

I thanked him and said, "It's one of my favorites."

"I'm trying to get Lara to dress like that," Justin said.

I smiled. "I bet she'd look hot."

"That's the thing, I want other guys to look at Lara."

"And you want them to sleep with her."

"I do."

"Fantasy is one thing, and reality is another," I said.

"I know, and that's why I wanted to talk to you."

Justin told me he had cold feet, but Lara was all in. He said, "Lara's ready to sleep with someone else, but now I'm not sure I want her to."

I chuckled. "Sometimes life steps in, and you have no control."

Justin said, "I need a beer."

I had beer in my fridge, but there was no way I could invite Justin into the house. I said, "Yeah. Me too."

I looked at my front door and imagined what Lara, Jasmine, and Jeff must be doing. Justin looked at my door and said, "I'm sure the girls will be alright while we get a beer."

I said, "I'm sure they'll be well taken care of." Justin asked what I meant, and I said, "They'll be fine."

I told Justin to wait while I told Jasmine we'd be back, and he said okay. I walked to our bedroom, hearing Jasmine, Lara, and Jeff talking. I told Jasmine that Justin wanted me to get a beer with him, and Jeff said, "We'll be right here when you get back."

I walked down the hall pissed off. I wasn't jealous. I was envious. Since I met her, I'd wanted to fuck Lara, and Jeff was getting to, having just met her. I found myself wishing I was Jeff at that moment.

When I looked into the bedroom, Jeff had his hands on Lara's and Jasmine's thighs, and Jasmine's tits were exposed. I had no doubt that Jeff would fuck Lara while we were gone, and I wanted to tell Justin, but I knew that would just be mean. He was teetering on backing out of the whole cuckolding thing, not knowing it was already happening.

As we got in Justin's car, he said, "I've thought a lot since we last talked."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. You said you couldn't let another guy fuck Jasmine, and I thought about that. Maybe I'm just fucked up for wanting Lara to hook up with other guys."

I told Justin he wasn't fucked up, and if anyone was, it was me. Justin asked why, and I said, "I had no right to judge you. Things happen, and we're all different. Sometimes getting out of your comfort zone can be a good thing." I added, "I could probably let another guy sleep with Jasmine." Justin looked at me. "Really?" I nodded.

"Wow," Justin said. "Why the change of heart?"

I shrugged. "It doesn't make you a lesser man if another man sleeps with your wife."

"I agree," Justin said. "It makes you a better man."

"Yeah."

Justin told me there were times when he wanted Lara to sleep around, and times he didn't.

I asked, "It's just sex, right?"

Justin nodded. "Of course, there are times when it can turn into something more, but you talk about that."

"Something more?"

"Yeah," Justin said, "A cuckold relationship can quickly turn into a poly relationship if the wife has deep feelings for her lover or the lover has deep feelings for the wife."

I asked Justin to tell me more about this poly thing, and he said, "Polyamorous means having the ability to romantically love more than one person at a time."

"Okay."

Justin said, "Think of it this way: a mother has two children, she can love them both without loving either of them less, and the same applies in poly with a wife and a lover."

I asked Justin how he knew all this, and he said, "Lara and I have been talking about this for three years."

I said, "It sounds like a lot of this can be very complicated."

"It can be if you make it that way."

I asked Justin what happens when a wife falls in love with her lover, and he said, "That's up to the throuple."

"The throuple?"

"Yeah, a balanced, consensual, and committed relationship between three people."

Justin told me that poly people were more common than many people think. He said, "More often it's one guy and two women, but it can also involve two guys and one woman, or three guys and one woman, or three women and one guy. Poly people make their own rules about their relationships, but what's always there is trust and transparency."

I said, "Yeah. Trust is important."

"In a big way," Justin said. "Without trust, you have nothing. And Lara and I trust each other."

"You don't think she'd sleep with someone and not tell you?"

Justin shook his head. "That's not how it works. That would be cheating."

"But what if it just kind of happened?"

Justin shrugged. "I guess it would depend on the situation."

I told Justin that Jasmine and I had talked about opening our relationship.

"No way!"

I nodded. "We might try swinging."

"That's not a bad way to get your feet wet."

"You opened our eyes."

Justin said, "I'm not sure we could do swinging. I'm not sure I could be naked around a bunch of people."

I said, "Don't know, haven't tried."

I was lying to Justin, and I didn't know why. Well, I didn't tell him that Jeff was going to fuck Lara while we were out having beers because I knew that would be bad. And I didn't tell him we'd already been swinging because I didn't think he needed to know. I also didn't want to make it a reality that Jeff was getting to fuck Lara and I wasn't. I did know that after Jeff fucked Lara, she'd feel fantastic. I envied Jeff for getting to fuck Lara, and Justin because he'd get to fuck her after Jeff fucked her. I definitely needed a beer.

When we got to the bar, I ordered two beers and two shots.

"Damn, man," Justin said.

I retorted, "I'm not driving."

Justin asked me what was going on, and I said, "I guess this talk about other guys has me anxious."

"I get that way, too," Justin said. "Sometimes I get excited thinking about Lara with other guys, then other times I feel anxious. And from what Kyle says, that's pretty normal for guys whose wives sleep around."

I didn't want to ask Justin if he thought Jasmine was sleeping around because I didn't want him to ask questions.

Justin sipped his beer, then asked, "So, you and Jasmine have been seriously talking about swinging."

I nodded. "Yeah. It could be fun."

Justin shook his head. "What if you show up and you don't get laid, but Jasmine does?"

"I'm sure we'll deal with it if that happens."

"I don't know," Justin said, "I hear most swinger guys are hung like horses, and I'm not."

"I'm sure it's like anywhere else; some guys have big ones, and some have small ones."

"Yeah," Justin said, "But no one wants to have the smallest dick at a swinger's club."

I told him I'd let him know if we ever went.

Justin asked me why I thought I had so much anxiety, and I asked, "How can I not when Jasmine and I are talking about opening our marriage?"

"I get you," Justin said. "That's why we've been talking about this for three years, and nothing's happened yet."

I smiled. "Life can throw you curveballs sometimes."

Justin said, "In a way, I wish that Lara was getting it from someone right now. That way, we could move forward."

I joked, "Could you imagine if Lara and Jasmine were getting it from the same guy while we were drinking beers and talking about it?"

"You're as sick-minded as I am."

Justin asked me how long I'd told Jasmine we'd be gone, and I said, "I don't think it matters. You know how it gets when two women get together."

Justin nodded. "I hope you're not mad that Lara talked to Jasmine about all this."

I shook my head and drank my second shot. "No. No problem. It gave us something new to talk about."

"And maybe more sex, for you or Jasmine, maybe both of you."

I chuckled. "Yeah. You never know unless you try." Then I asked, "How do you think it would feel to fuck Lara after another guy did?"

Justin shrugged. "I don't know. Never had that chance."

I said, "I'll bet she'd feel incredible after another guy fucked her."

Justin smiled. "You still want to fuck her, don't you?"

I nodded. "Yes. I do."

Justin laughed. "We're about the same size, and I feel if you did fuck Lara, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference, and she might not be able to, either."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," Justin said, "I think for it to matter to either of us, Lara would have to hook up with a guy who had a really big dick."

I asked Justin what he considered a really big dick, and he said, "I don't know, a lot bigger than we are."

I said, "There can't be that many guys hung like horses."

Justin smiled. "As I've said before, you have to meet Kyle and Kimberly. They say that Kimberly has never had a lover that was less than seven inches long and really thick."

Justin pulled out his phone and typed in 'Big Cocks.' He went into images, and we looked at a few together. Several photos you could tell were fake, but some you could tell weren't. And of the ones we knew were real, quite a few of the guys were exceptionally well-hung. I thought back to The Rabbit Hole. And I remembered many of the guys were well-hung, but I still got laid.

I said, "I don't think size has as much to do with it as you might think."

Justin looked at me and said, "I think it does matter to some women and some men. And if Lara does hook up, I want it to be with a guy who has a big cock."

I wanted to tell Justin that his wish was coming true and probably already had. I had a feeling that as soon as Justin and I left, the festivities began in my bedroom. I wondered how things would go when we returned to my house, and Jeff was still there. The cat would be out of the bag for Lara, Jasmine, and me.

I thanked Justin for inviting me out for beers, and I told him that we had a lot in common. I said, "You and Lara are so forward-thinking, and both of you have made me and Jasmine rethink our marriage."

"I hope that doesn't turn out bad."

I said, "You seem to know so much about different relationships and stuff, and I could probably learn a lot from you."

"I'm willing to share as much information as possible."

"So, tell me more about this poly stuff."

"Well," Justin said, "I don't think it's for Lara and me, but polyamory is consensual non-monogamy in which one or both partners in a committed relationship agree that either one or both partners can have additional partners, either sexual or nonsexual, but usually intimate on some level."

"Shit," I said, "That was a mouthful."

"Simply put, polyamorous people have multiple loving, intentional, and intimate relationships simultaneously."

Justin said, "Polyamory can take on many forms, but they all center around one thing: love. Unlike swinging, where it's all about having recreational sex with strangers, poly is people in loving relationships, and love is involved, not just recreationally."

"So," I said, "Let's just say that Jasmine and I got into swinging, and we met a guy, and Jasmine fell in love with him. Then what?"

"That would be up to the three of you. Hypothetically, the three of you could be lovers or just him and Jasmine, with your consent. It could go any number of ways."

"Now, in a cuckold situation," Justin said, "You might feel feminine around Jasmine's lover and even have feelings for him. Then again, that could be poly, too."

"Feel feminine?"

"Yeah. Some guys you just feel girly around, almost to the point you're submissive to them. Kyle says one of Kimberly's lovers is also his lover."

"Do what?"

"It started with this guy being Kimberly's lover, then Kyle started sucking this guy, and he liked it. And in time, Kimberly's lover wanted Kyle as much as he wanted Kimberly, and now I guess they have a three-way love connection thing going on."

I asked, "This lover guy, he never sucked Kyle, did he?"

"That's the thing," Justin said, "For a long time, he didn't, then one day he tried it and found it excited him because it turned Kimberly on when he did it."

"And?"

"Kyle says he's good, better at sucking than Kimberly is."

"So, they're oral with each other."

Justin smiled. "It started like that, but now the lover fucks Kyle, too."

"So, Kyle's gay?"

"No," Justin said. "At least he didn't start out gay, but now he and the lover are both fluid in their sexuality."

"That can happen?"

"A lot can happen when you involve another guy," Justin said.

Justin's phone was between us, and on the screen was a picture of a guy's huge soft dick. I kept glancing at the picture, and so did Justin.

Justin said, "You gotta respect a guy like that."

"What? Because he's got a huge dick?"

"Why else?"

I surprised myself by saying, "It is a nice dick."

Justin laughed. "That's not a dick. That's a cock."

I asked what the difference was.

"You and I have dicks. He has a cock." Justin said, "It's like the difference between boys and men. Boys have dicks, and men have cocks."

I said, "We're men," and Justin pointed to his phone and said, "Compared to guys like him, we're little boys."

As Justin and I looked at his phone, the bartender walked up to our table. He saw what we were looking at and said, "Damn. That's a huge cock. You can bet that guy gets a lot of pussy."

I was ashamed that Justin had this big cock on his screen, but the bartender didn't see us as gay, or I didn't think so. I asked him, "Do you think he'd deserve respect just because he has a huge cock?"

The bartender looked at the picture again, then said, "You'd have to."

We were the only customers in the bar. So the bartender sat with us and said, "My ex got with a guy like that once."

"And?" I asked.

"It was a one-time thing, or it was supposed to be. Then she cheated on me with him several times. When I finally met him, it was right after they'd fucked, and he was half-hard. I wanted to beat his ass, but I couldn't stop looking at his cock. It was huge, and it wasn't even fully hard. I felt like a little boy around him."

I said, "We were just saying that."

Justin asked the bartender, "Is she your ex because of him?"

The bartender shook his head. "No. It had nothing to do with him. We weren't right for each other in the first place."

The bartender said, "I wouldn't have minded her fucking him. What woman wouldn't want to? Most guys like to watch, and seeing a guy like that fucking some tight pussy can be a real turn-on. Her problem was she was also an addict. If it hadn't been for the drugs and other shit, we'd probably still be together."

Justin asked, "Are you seeing someone now?"

"In a way, yeah."

"In a way?" I asked.

"Well, I don't really talk about that."

I wondered if the person he was 'in a way' seeing was the guy that had fucked his ex.

The bartender looked at Justin and asked, "Do you mind?"

Justin shook his head, and the bartender scrolled on Justin's phone to another huge cock, this time a black one. The bartender said, "Now that is a big, beautiful cock."

We looked at the picture more closely and realized the massive black cock was posed next to a tiny white cock. I said, "That can't be real."

The bartender clicked on the picture, and then we saw the whole picture. The black man was standing next to the white man; both were proportional, but the black cock dwarfed the white cock. The bartender said, "Now that demands respect."

I couldn't believe the three of us were looking at other guys' cocks, and now a huge black cock. Both the black and the white cocks were limp, but the tiny white cock was half the length of the black cock's circumference. I said, "It's hard to compete with that."

"Nope. At that point, you're the girl," The bartender said.

"What?" I asked, "If a guy has a bigger cock than you, you're the girl?"

He said, "Well, you're not the man in the equation."

"That's fucked up."

"It's the way it is, though."

I thought, "Fuck, when I'm around Jeff, I feel feminine. Maybe this guy is right."

I asked Justin what he thought.

"If it were the three of us standing next to that guy, he'd definitely be the man."

"You think a smaller cock makes a man more feminine?"

"Not really feminine," Justin said, "But not as masculine."

The bartender said, "Think of it this way. You're confronted by a guy that's six foot seven inches tall. Does he intimidate you because of his size? Possibly. You might be as tall as most other men, but that really big guy makes you question yourself and your abilities. The same goes for cocks."

We looked at several big cocks on Justin's phone, commenting on each one. When another customer walked in and the bartender went to serve him, I asked Justin, "You don't think it's weird that the three of us have been looking at other guys' cocks for close to an hour now?"

Justin shrugged. "I don't know. We're guys, and we have cocks."

"But we've been looking at other guys' cocks."

"And I'd let most of them fuck Lara," Justin said. Then Justin shocked me when he asked, "Would you suck a guy's cock?"

I didn't answer for a few seconds, then asked, "Why would you ask that?"

Justin sipped his beer, then said, "I'd do it if it turned Lara on."

"You'd suck a cock if it turned Lara on?"

"Kyle sucks a lot of Kimberly's lovers because it turns her on when he does."

"Have you talked to Lara about that?"

"No," Justin said, "But I'd do it if it came up."

"Wouldn't that make you gay?" I asked.

"No. Not if you're doing it for your wife."

"How does that make sense?"

"You're at least participating in a homosexual activity if you are a man giving or receiving oral sex from another man. However, sexual orientation is defined by the gender of the people you desire and love. So you could be gay, bisexual, straight, or another flavor. But who would care?"

I said, "So, let's look at this. Let's say Jasmine and Lara were with a guy who had a big cock, and they wanted us to suck his cock. You think it would turn them on if we did?"

Holding two cold beers, the bartender approached our table as Justin said, "If you and I sucked the same cock, it would intensify our friendship if nothing else."

The bartender quipped, "If you haven't done it, it's not as bad as it sounds."

I looked at the bartender. "You've sucked another guy's cock?"

He replied quietly, "More than a few."

I looked at the bartender, and he didn't look gay to me. Had he not told us he was a cock sucker, I would never have known. I didn't see him differently, knowing that he liked to suck cock, but it made me wonder why he sucked his first cock and what made him want to keep doing it. So, I asked him, and he said, "I can't explain it. The first time was a fluke. A buddy and I had been drinking, and one thing led to another. We sucked each other, and I have to say it was the best blow job I'd ever had."

"Giving or receiving?" I asked.

"Both."

Justin asked, "What's it like to have another guy's cock in your mouth?"

I looked at the bartender, and he said, "I don't know. It's a fantastic feeling. You feel his cock growing in your mouth, and you know you're the reason. I guess it's a control thing, too, because you have total control over him and his orgasms. And I think that's what I like best about sucking a guy's cock, the control I have."

I looked at Justin, and he said, "I can see that. It's not being submissive to another man but making him submissive to you."

The bartender said, "They're vulnerable when you have their cock in your mouth. And it feels good to be trusted in such a way."

"Trusted?" I asked.

The bartender replied, "Think about it. Your cock is in another guy's mouth, and you have to trust that he won't bite it off, right?"

"That would suck!"

"Yeah. It would," the bartender said. "So when a guy lets me suck his cock, he's telling me he trusts me. And I think that's the only time a guy is totally willing to trust a stranger."

"I never thought of it that way," I said.

Justin chimed in, "Yeah. Me either. Weirdly, the guy sucking is the dominant one and not the other way around."

The bartender said, "It's more a sharing of dominance than anything."

I said, "Since we've looked at cocks together and talked about sucking cock together, maybe we ought to get to know each other. My name is Tristen."

Justin introduced himself, and the bartender introduced himself as Chad.

Chad asked, "So, are you two wanting to suck another guy?"

I looked at Justin, and he said, "I'm not against it."

Justin and Chad looked at me. I said, "I don't know."

Chad smiled. "I bet I could change your mind."

"What? Change my mind or let you suck me?"

"Both."

********* Friends With Benefits *********

I had gone from being a stud at the swinger's club to being cuckolded by a rich guy with a big dick to talking to other guys about sucking cock. While we were at the bar, I realized I hadn't been thinking about Jeff, Jasmine, or Lara, and I had been so focused on other guys' cocks that I had forgotten about what was happening in my own house in my bed. I was now considering sucking another guy's dick. And I felt that Justin wanted us to suck the guy's cock together.

When Chad left to check on the other customer, I asked Justin, "Is this really happening? Do you think Chad wants us to suck him off?"

Justin smiled. "He's not a bad-looking guy."

I looked at Chad, then at Justin. "No. He's good-looking, but I'm not sure I want to suck his cock."

Justin sipped on his beer. "I won't tell anyone if you don't."

I laughed. "Trust me. If a guy sucks my dick and I suck his, I'm not telling anyone."

Justin surprised me by saying, "I'll admit I have thought about sucking you before today."

"You have?"

"I have," Justin said. "I think I might be bi."

"You're attracted to guys?"

"I mean, I'm severely attracted to most women, but there are some guys I've fantasized about, too."

"Like how?"

"I like buffed-out guys," Justin said, "Muscular guys. When I fantasize about guys, I'm always the bottom. I haven't done anything with a guy yet, but I want to."

"And Chad is one you'd like to do something with?"

"It could be fun," Justin said. "And I think he's hung."

I asked how he could tell, and Justin said, "You can tell by how he walks."

I looked at Chad and imagined him fucking Justin, and I didn't find the thought repulsive.

"So, you've thought about sucking me off?" I asked.

"I have. I mean, we've been friends forever. So, why not?"

Justin paused, then said, "I'll suck you off, and you won't have to reciprocate."

"You want me to let you suck my dick?"

"I've never sucked a cock, but I know how I like mine sucked."

"But you wouldn't want me to suck you?"

"If you wanted to, "Justin said, "I wouldn't stop you."

Justin added, "I bet we could get Chad off fast."

"We?"

Justin chuckled. "You haven't taken your eyes off him since he walked away. I know you want to suck him."

Justin was right. I hadn't looked at Justin the entire time Chad was gone until Justin mentioned it. I looked at Justin. "I don't think I'm bi or gay or anything like that."

Justin agreed, saying, "I've never thought you were bi or gay. If I had, I would have come on to you years ago."

"You would have come on to me?"

"You're not a bad-looking guy," Justin said. "And I know you've got a nice cock."

"You think I have a nice cock?"

"I do," Justin said. "Very suckable."

I asked, "What makes it so suckable?"

"It's not too big or too small. You've got a pretty head on your cock, and you're kind of thick."

"You've looked at my cock a lot, haven't you?"

Justin admitted, "You know, we could have done a lot together had you been bi."

"We've done most everything together throughout the years," I said.

"But," Justin replied, "We could have done so much more."

"And you've wanted to?"

"I have," Justin said. "We could have been a couple."

"I don't know about that," I said.

"We'll see what you think when I get you off."

I reminded Justin, "You're assuming that I'll let you suck me off."

Justin put his hand on my crotch and said, "Your stiff cock says you want me to."

Until Justin grasped my cock, I hadn't realized I was hard. And I was harder than I remembered being with anyone else. Justin looked at me and said, "Let's go to the bathroom and take care of your problem."

I looked at Chad, then Justin. "What about Chad?"

"He can wait for his turn."

"You said you would suck a guy's dick if it turned Lara on, but she's not here."

Justin smiled and said, "But you are."

"Then you sucking me wouldn't be for Lara, but for you, or me, I guess."

Justin said, "I see it as helping a friend out."

"But who's helping who?"

Justin kept massaging my dick through my pants. "We'd be helping each other out."

I can't say the thought of sucking Justin did anything for me, but it seemed that sucking me was something Justin wanted to do. Justin said, "Come on, man. You're already hard."

And I was, and I was enjoying him massaging my dick. "I don't know, man."

"Is it because I'm a guy? Or do you just not want your cock sucked?"

I said, "I've never turned down a blow job before, but this is different."

Justin asked me how it was different, and I said, "We're guys. We're friends. I mean, this is just weird."

Justin smiled. "Weird that a friend would want his friend to enjoy him?"

I asked, "Do you hear how that sounds?"

Justin asked, "If Lara offered you a blow job, what would you say to her?"

"I'd let her."

"But what would you say to her?"

"I don't know, and I don't think I'd say anything, but maybe thank you."

"Why can't you just thank me and let it happen?"

"With Lara?"

"No," Justin said, "With me."

I'd already let Justin massage my dick, and he was practically begging me to let him suck it. I knew if I let him keep stroking my dick, he'd make me cum. So, I said, "Okay. Let's do this."

As we walked to the bathroom, I told Justin that I didn't think I could kiss him. Justin looked back at me and said, "I'm not asking you to be romantic. I just want to suck you off."

We walked into the bathroom and into the handicap stall. Justin latched the door and then sat on the toilet. I stood in front of him, and Justin unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out. I looked down at him and saw a gleam in his eye. Knowing my dick would be in his mouth seemed to make him happy. I watched as my entire dick disappeared into Justin's mouth. And I have to say he gave me the best blow job ever.

Justin had said he never did anything with another guy, but from what I was feeling, he was a natural, or he'd lied about not doing this before with another guy. Justin did things with his mouth and tongue that made my dick tingle, and I put my hands behind his head and leaned mine back.

I'd enjoyed sex with women, but what I was experiencing with Justin was almost surreal. I imagined that Justin's mouth was Lara's pussy, then I started thinking about Jeff and how good it had to feel for him to be in Lara's pussy. Then I started thinking about Jeff's cock, and I came.

Justin kept sucking me as I came in his mouth. Jasmine didn't particularly enjoy swallowing, but she did it on occasion when I begged her. Justin moaned when I started cumming, and he seemed to suck me more intensely. My legs quivered, and I felt Justin firmly grab my thighs.

Even after I'd ejaculated, Justin kept sucking me, and it felt fantastic. And I told him so. Justin looked up at me, moaned again, and kept sucking me. My dick was sensitive, and his mouth was so warm and wet. I never went completely soft, and Justin kept sucking me. I had to admit that I really, really enjoyed Justin sucking me.

I was impressed that I got hard again reasonably quickly and that Justin hadn't stopped sucking me. I remembered Justin saying that if I had been bi, he and I could have done this and more a long time ago, and I wondered why we hadn't.

I didn't see myself as bi because I was never attracted to other guys, but then I had never gotten a blow job from a guy, either. Although I had my dick in my best friend's mouth, I still didn't see myself as being bi. As Justin had said, we were friends helping each other out.

I wondered if Jeff, Jasmine, and Lara became a thing, if Justin and I would become a thing. Then I started thinking about the couple I met at the park. And I wondered where they would fit in. Another guy might have been fucking my wife and my best friend's wife, and my best friend might have been sucking my dick, but I was still a stud because I was getting sucked.

I rationalized Justin sucking my dick while Jeff fucked Jasmine and Lara as being the same thing as if we'd gone to a swinger's club. We were just people enjoying recreational sex. The problem was I enjoyed Justin more than all the women I'd slept with at the swinger's club.

Fucking the women at the club may have boosted my ego, but Justin made me feel better than any woman ever had. I wasn't trying to prove anything to Justin, and if he was trying to prove something to me, he was doing a bang-up job.

After I came a second time, Justin stood up, and I kissed him deeply. It was intense. And Justin kissed me just as deeply. We held each other closely, and I grabbed Justin's ass and pulled him to me. "God, I want you!" I could feel Justin's erection pushing against my dick, and he was solid as a rock.

I had no idea what was going on. I'd told Justin I wouldn't kiss him, but there we were, embracing each other tightly, romantically. Justin said, "Remember, I'm a bottom."

I asked what he meant, and he said, "If we're going to do this, you have to be on top."

I said, "I don't know if I can get hard again right now."

"I don't expect you to fuck me here."

I wondered if Justin had expected me to fuck him or if I had prompted that by kissing him as deeply as I had. At the moment, I wasn't sure about anything. I did know that the world seemed like a different place to me right then.

Justin's cock was still rock hard, and I felt I owed him a blow job because he had done me so well. I turned us around, sat on the toilet, pulled Justin's dick out, and took it into my mouth.

I had never thought of sucking another man's cock, but it felt right to have Justin's in my mouth. I surprised myself by moaning as Justin had when my dick was in his mouth. Having his cock in my mouth was like eating a succulent lobster tail. It made my mouth water. And oddly, it tasted just as good.

I deep-throated Justin's cock and licked his balls as I masturbated him. In my mind, sucking Justin's cock was no different than eating a woman's pussy. The only difference was Justin's cock didn't smell like fish, and it tasted better.

Feeling Justin's cock sliding between my lips made me feel as if what we were doing was destined to happen. We both had what the other needed, and we were willing to share what we had. It occurred to me that the same thing was happening with Jeff and me. I was sharing Jasmine with him, and he was sharing his cock with both of us.

As Justin fucked my mouth, I thought that must be what Jasmine and Lara were feeling. My mouth was like their pussies. And Justin was doing for me what Jeff was doing for Jasmine and Lara.

Then my mind went in a different direction, and I thought of Justin's cock as mine and my mouth as Lara's pussy. I bobbed my head quicker, and Justin thrust deeper. I wanted my mouth to feel as good as I assumed Lara's pussy felt. And Justin's moans told me I was as good as, if not better than Lara.

Justin told me he was going to come, and I kept sucking him. I gagged when he came, but I swallowed. I gripped Justin's ass cheeks as his cock softened in my mouth. Even though his cock wasn't hard anymore, it still felt good to have it in my mouth, and it gave me a comforting feeling, which I thought was weird.

We heard the bathroom door open and Chad asking, "You guys okay?"

Justin said, "We're good."

Chad said, "Sorry I missed out." Justin told Chad that he'd still get his turn.

It was weird. I had just sucked my best friend's cock after he'd sucked mine; we'd kissed and swallowed for each other, and I didn't feel ashamed that another guy knew what had happened.

After a couple of minutes, Justin put his cock back in his pants, and I stood up and kissed Justin again, passionately. Justin gently pushed me away and said, "Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves."

It was then that I felt shame for what I'd done. He'd sucked my cock, and I'd sucked his cock, and I had feelings for Justin I'd never had before. And now I felt I'd fucked up by trying to take things too far.

Justin zipped up and told me he'd see me back at the table, and he left the stall. I didn't know what to think or how to feel. I wasn't the one who offered to give him a blow job. He wanted to suck my dick, and I thought he'd like me to suck his dick, and he let me. What happened? I mean, what's more intimate than sucking a guy's dick? Was it the kissing that freaked him out?

I know it surprised me when I did it. I didn't even think about kissing Justin. It just happened. A lot had just happened. I wondered if Justin thought I was a fag because I sucked his dick, but he'd sucked mine first. I was afraid to leave the stall and go back to the table. Could I face Justin again?

I was still sitting on the toilet when Chad came back into the bathroom, latched the stall door, and pulled out his cock. His cock was much thicker than Justin's and about two inches longer. I looked up at Chad, and he smiled at me. He said, "Your friend says you suck cock like a pro."

I smiled, "That was my first time ever doing it."

"With him or anyone?"

"With anyone."

Chad said, "I'm glad I didn't miss out." Chad made his cock bounce around, and I watched it. Then Chad moved closer to me, and his cock slid between my lips. I didn't know Chad, other than that he was our bartender, and his cock was in my mouth. I thought, "Who the fuck am I?"

Chad put his hands behind my head and pulled it closer to him, making his cock go deeper into my mouth and throat. He bucked his hips, and I could feel the head of his cock bouncing in my throat. I thought I'd gag, but I didn't. I gripped Chad's muscular thighs and leaned forward. I looked up at Chad, and he had his head back and was moaning as Justin and I had when we sucked each other.

Chad said, "You are good. Damn!" When Chad came, he held my head to him as his cock softened in my mouth. I found I liked that feeling. Chad was breathing hard, and I felt like I had accomplished something special that benefitted me and Chad.

I wondered if Chad would repay the favor, but he put his cock back in his pants, zipped up, then said, "Whew. That was awesome!"

I smiled, and Chad said, "Your next round is on me."

Chad left the stall and returned to the bar. I sat there thinking about Justin, Jeff, Jasmine, and Lara. Jeff was a manly man; he had mine and Justin's wife in bed with him, and I had just kissed a guy and sucked two. I wondered what and who I had become. I eventually built up the courage and returned to the table where Justin was already drinking another beer. When I sat down, Justin said, "I'm sorry I freaked out in there."

"No problem."

Justin retorted, "It's because I liked what happened."

Justin said, "When you kissed me after you came in my mouth, it was hot, but I realized how much I loved you when you held me, and we kept kissing."

I admitted that it hurt when he just left me in the bathroom. He said, "But I told Chad how good you were."

I smiled. "I think he thought so, too."

"He said you were amazing, and he'd cum a lot more than he thought he usually did."

I admitted that it took a couple of swallows to get it all down. Justin said, "That is a lot."

I nodded. "At least it tasted good."

Justin looked around, then asked, "Would you ever consider fucking me?"

I said I didn't know. I hadn't thought I'd ever suck another guy's cock, and now Justin asked me if I'd consider fucking him. I had a feeling that I could, but I wasn't sure I wanted to, and I told Justin so.

Justin said, "We can take things slow."

I said, "I think that would be best."

Justin asked me what we would tell Jasmine and Lara, and I shrugged. "I guess all we can hope is that they find a guy."

Justin looked at me and asked me what I meant.

I said, "Well, if we're going to hook up from time to time, they need a guy, too?"

"One guy for both of them?" Justin asked.

Before I could reply, Justin asked, "And would that one guy be you?"

I shook my head. "No. Maybe a guy with a huge cock."

Justin asked me how big Chad had been, and I said, "He was longer than us and a lot thicker."

Justin asked me if I thought we should ask Chad if he'd be willing to fuck Lara and Jasmine, and I said, "I think he's gay."

Justin asked, "Did he suck you?" I said no, and Justin said, "Then maybe he's straight and just likes to have his cock sucked."

I asked, "We sucked each other. So, what does that make us?"

Justin smiled. "Friends with benefits."

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