Greg, Kim, and Me [MM] [MMF]

Things with Greg and I had gone better than expected. We were still just regular buds, still went out and chased girls together, but there was a new layer to things now. No romance or anything stupid like that, but we were getting physical with each other pretty regularly.

I think it was as weird for me as it was for him. I mean, up until a few weeks ago we considered ourselves 100% “straight”. But then he let slip that he had a big cock, and for some reason I became obsessed with the idea of sucking it, and next thing you know we got drunk and… Well… [I told you the rest](https://www.reddit.com/r/confessionburner/comments/6a909j/seducing_my_straight_friend_see_comments_for/).

Since then, if we talked about it at all, it was brief. We’d go out, and if we both struck out that night he might say: “hey man can you help me out?” “Help me out” was code for let’s get naked together, rub cocks together, jerk each other off, and give each other blowjobs until we came. But we never really talked about it, and no, I repeat, no goddamn kissing.

Even though I was the one that started all of this (and my dick is pretty normal sized, nothing spectacular) Greg started to get more and more into it to the point where he started to offer to go down on me first. He spent a lot of time working coconut oil, our go-to lube, into my ass and rubbing my asshole. I was always too tight for him to do much more than get his fingertip in but I’ve gotta admit, I was really starting to love the sensation of his fingers rubbing circles between my ass cheeks as that mouth of his slid up and down my shaft.

He always made a real point of swallowing my cum too, never letting a drop drip out. It was hot as fuck, even though if I’m being honest I was more interested in sucking his cock than seeing his angular manly jaw working around mine.

The other night was gearing up to be one of our more normal outings together: go catch a hockey game, maybe grab a few beers after, and go home. Nights like this didn’t usually end up with either one of us looking to “score”, so it wasn’t typical for us to hang out together afterwards much past one or two drinks at the bar. This was going to be a normal night; none of this fucking around we’d been doing.

I ended up over to his place a bit early and we’re just catching up, talking nonsense, the usual bullshit. Sports this, paintball that, whatever.

Then he starts talking about Kim again.

“Man, are you seriously still seeing that ditz?” I asked.

“She may be stupid, but you know why I fuck her,” he said.

“Ya, ya, she’s loose enough to take your big cock and fucks you like a tornado.”

“Exactly,” he said, looking like he was deep in thought for a moment. “You know uh… I told her about us. I mean about what we do sometimes.”

Another weird moment for me. Was I okay with that? I hadn’t talked to anybody about it yet. Hell, I hadn’t really even talked much to Greg about it. I just didn’t know what to do about the notion of him telling someone else , so all I said was: “why?”

“Well, you know, she always goes on about wanting to be double-teamed, about wanting to have two dicks in her pussy at once, and she said nobody would do it because it would be too gay, so I… uh… I’m sorry. It just kinda came out.”

He really did look truly sorry, and in that moment I decided fuck it, I’m okay with this. Tell the whole world. I fuck pussy and suck cock, and I’m okay with that. Hell, I love it, and anyone who’s got a problem with that can fuck off.

“It’s all good man, don’t worry about it,” I said. He looked deeply relieved. “So is… Is she into it?”

“Kind of. Well she… She wanted me to send her a picture first… You know, of your…”

I laughed. “You mean she actually asked for a dick pic? That’s a first! Most girls hate that!”

He just shrugged, grinning. I caught him glancing down at my crotch and licking his lips slightly.

Suddenly I realized something: wanted this. I wanted to fuck this bimbo with Greg, sure, but more than that: I wanted to be on camera, naked and cumming. I wanted to be proud of myself, proud of my sex, and the thought of someone getting off to my naked body…

“Greg, feel like helping me out before we leave for the game?”

“Hell ya,” he said with a grin. The guy was becoming a regular cock whore. Not that I was complaining.

We went over to his bedroom, him grabbing my ass along the way, kneading it. I jumped and laughed, turning around when we got into the bedroom and grabbed his belt. When he looked at me confused I said: “Buddy, if she wants a show, we’re gonna give her one.” I jerked his pants open and dropped them to the floor, feeling for the growing bulge under his boxer shorts.

“Fuck dude, a little eager today,” he joked.

“Hell ya,” I said as I dropped to my knees. I had to swallow to keep from literally drooling as I pulled the waistband down on his boxers to reveal the object of my obsession: a long, fat, cleanly shaven cock with a pair of plump balls hanging behind them. He was getting hard even before I wrapped my hand around his shaft, and I sucked the head into my mouth without any hesitation. I loved the heat of it, the taste, the smell, the growing hardness as he swelled inside my mouth as I bobbed my head furiously. By the time he was fully hard my jaw was almost as wide as I could get it in order to handle his girth. I kept my hands busy, one hand stroking the part of the shaft I couldn’t fit into my mouth, the other fondling and gently dragging my nails across his balls.

For his part, Greg started to gently thrust in and out of my mouth with a hand placed on the back of my head. I glanced up and saw him gazing down at me lustfully, and I started to realize that he wasn’t just enjoying a blowjob; he was enjoying the fact that I was the one giving it to him. That was a new level for me. Somehow the perversity of what we were doing was magnified tenfold in that moment in my mind, and I kind of lost my mind slobbering around his dick, jamming it in as far as I could, choking on it as I tried to swallow the whole thing. Fuck this was so beautifully wrong.

Then I remembered how this all started, and I grabbed my phone. I held it out so that I could take a proper selfie, and smiled at the image the camera caught of my lips wrapped around Greg’s giant cock. I pulled it out of my mouth and held its heat against my face, smacking myself with it for the camera, taking pictures of my nose nuzzling his balls, licking them, licking his length.

After a few minutes of this Greg said: “Hey, she wanted a picture of your cock, not mine!” I laughed and stood up. No sooner had I unbuttoned my jeans than he pushed me backwards on the bed, reaching up and hauling my pants down around my ankles.

I was already fully hard, but of course Greg was more interested in getting the thing in his mouth than the actual photos. His mouth swallowed me completely, my length just touching the back of his throat. If I was enthusiastic about sucking him, he was an absolute madman. His head bobbed up and down energetically, and I kicked my pants off so that I could put my feet up on the edge of the bed and thrust up into his face.

Picture time! I started snapping shots of him as he sucked, and had to actually force him to stop at one point so we could get the token picture of me outside of his mouth. The shot featured him holding my cock up for the shot, his eyes locked on the head, his mouth hanging open lustfully. As soon as I said I got it he went back to work, spitting in his hand in order to rub my asshole as he pumped his head on my shaft with everything he had.

As I took more shots I started to realize something: I liked the sight of him sucking me too. I mean, before it was just utilitarian – I liked his cock but nothing else. But now, looking at those angular cheekbones and that jaw of his working my shaft, the occasional stimulation of his whiskers, his manly grunts and moans… It became something else. I could almost imagine kissing him.

I felt my orgasm coming and told him to stop, because there was one more picture we needed tonight. I climbed off the bed, and we stood facing each other with our cocks rubbing together, mine resting on top of his for the shot.

“What’s her number?”

We chilled out for a minute or two as I sent pictures to Kim. No “hi, it’s Greg’s friend,” no “so Greg tells me,” nothing. Just a stream of pictures, starting with my enraptured face sucking Greg’s massive cock. I figured she’d recognize his equipment.

Next went the photos of him working on me, starting with the masterpiece of him gazing down at my cock with undeniable lust.

As I sent the pictures she started replying: “Wow he was serious,” “Good one,” “OMG MORE,” “Holy shit,” “That’s so hot,” etc. When I sent her the pic of our cocks pressed together, she wrote: “Where are you guys? I’m coming over. Now.”

So much for the game.

Greg unlocked the front door, texted her that it was open and to just come on in when she got there, and he grabbed us some beers from the fridge. He held up his bottle and, as we clinked them together in a toast, he said: “This is gonna be awesome.”

“Fuck, already was,” I said, “I mean look at us.” We sat next to each other on his bed, naked from the waist down, and started going through the pictures we’d just taken.

“Goddamn,” said Greg as I showed him the picture of my nuzzling his balls, “That one. That’s amazing.”

“Really?”

“Ya. That one. That’s…” and he trailed off, thinking, taking a gulp from his beer. “There’s something we haven’t tried that I think… I think I really want to.”

“Greg my ass is never gonna be loose enough for that huge…”

“No, no, not that,” he interjected. “It’s just…” He looked at me then, his face close to mine, and I realized what he wanted. He wanted to kiss. Holy shit.

I was so conflicted in that moment. I didn’t know what to think. I mean he was my best friend, and I loved him like crazy, but wouldn’t that be…

But before I could even finish the thought his mouth was on mine, cold from the beer, rough from his unshaven face, firm and strong, and… I melted. I put my hand on his face then and kissed him back, pushing my tongue into his mouth, really savoring his masculinity.

It felt… right. Everything else we’d done together over those weeks was hot because it felt so wrong, but this didn’t. This felt right. This was my best friend. Why the fuck had I lived a life where we didn’t do this before? This made so much more sense than all that bullshit apprehension I’d carried around.

By the time Kim arrived, Greg and I had taken off our shirts and socks, and were grinding against each other in bed, making out, our beers forgotten on the nightstand. “Hello boys, room for one more?”

I admit; I’d forgotten all about her. I was startled, unsure of how to react in the moment to this blond bimbo that had bounced into the room. On any other day, if a chick with a tight body who was clearly not wearing a bra came in on me naked and smiled at me, I’d know just what to do. But this was different. She was kind of dating Greg, so… So what am I supposed to do here?

Greg smiled and got out of bed, walking over to her and giving her a kiss. She rubbed his cock as he reached up under her pink t-shirt and felt up her breasts. Her shirt was off in seconds, with two perky C-cups swinging out to greet us with incredibly suckable looking niples. I felt my already hard cock twitch a bit at the sight of them. As she backed off from Greg for a bit she looked at me and gave me a wink, slipping down her cut off shorts to reveal a clean-shaven, puffy pussy. She hadn’t worn underwear either.

Greg was already dipping his fingers between her legs, and she leaned against him moaning slightly. “Hey,” he whispered into her ear just loud enough for me to hear, “Why don’t you go over there and introduce yourself to my buddy?” She just nodded, eyes closed, and didn’t move until he stopped rubbing her. She then crawled onto the bed at me, staring me in the eyes, and without even a word started sucking on my cock.

She wasn’t as crazy as Greg usually was, but she made up for it in passion. She moaned with each deep, slow suck of my shaft, sending vibrations through it that were heavenly. She looked up at me and pulled it out, saying: “I love your cock. It’s so nice being able to fit the whole thing in my mouth! I always…” And she gasped then as Greg buried his face in her round ass, working fingers in her pussy as his tongue worked her asshole.

She went back to sucking me, slowly and sensually, giving me the opportunity to relax and enjoy the show. Sure, she was plain-faced, but every woman looks incredible when they look like they’re enjoying themselves. Kim had that part nailed down. She acted like my cock was the world’s most exquisite dessert, and wiggled and thrust her ass back at Greg as if he was solving every problem she ever had.

After a while he stood up, grabbed a condom, and started fucking her from behind. Her moans around my cock became much louder, almost frantic as she braced herself against his thrusts. To her credit, despite her eyes rolling back in her head and Greg’s aggressive slamming into her, she never let those lips of hers slip from my cock. She didn’t even bother trying to bob her head anymore, relying instead on Greg’s thrusts to move her back and forth on my length. It was like he was sucking me off with her mouth somehow.

After a few minutes she did let it go, however, as she rested her forehead on my stomach and started wailing like a goddamn banshee. “Yes, yes, oh fuck me, fuck me, yes just like that, yes, aaaaahhhh!” She was shuddering and sweating as her orgasm hit. Greg looked at me and smiled, tilting his head with a kind of “told ya” motion. I finally truly understood why he liked her. There’s nothing more exciting than a woman who truly enjoys sex and isn’t afraid to show it.

He stopped thrusting to let her catch her breath, and climbed up onto the bed next to me. She tilted her head up, looking at him first and then me. “S-so…” she stammered, “You guys ready to show me what two cocks at once can do?”

Jesus where did this chick come from?

I slipped off the bed as she climbed up onto Greg, sliding herself down onto his monster cock and rocking her hips. It was hard to believe that any normal sized person could handle him, but there she was soon bouncing her round ass up and down on him, moaning and groaning with as much energy as she had a few minutes before.

I grabbed a condom and tapped her on the shoulder: “You ready?”

She smiled and nodded, leaning forward so that I could slip in between her legs and Greg’s. She reached back with one hand to grab her ass and arched her back, giving me a beautiful view of a huge cock filling her completely. “You sure I can fit in there?” I asked. “Trust me, just do it,” she said.

I slid my cock head up along the bottom of Greg’s shaft until I touched her entrance, and then grabbed both of her ass cheeks for leverage as I pushed forward. It was tight, but not nearly as tight as I expected. Soon we were thrusting into her just as we’d practiced before, Greg going in while I pulled back, me thrusting while Greg relaxed, our cocks rubbing up against each other coated in Kim’s pussy juices, the roof of my cock being massaged by the tightness of her.

But as much as Greg and I tried to keep a steady rhythm, Kim just went wild. He and I had to lock arms as she threw herself back on our cocks, wailing and writhing like a thing possessed. Anyone within a mile had to have heard her: “God! Damn! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck m… me! Yes! Fuck! Aah!”

There was nothing to do but roll with it. Greg and I both started to moan (because why the fuck not?), gently rubbing our cocks together inside her pussy as it thrust itself around us. Her mania was contagious. Greg leaned up and grabbed a nipple in his mouth, and I risked letting go of one of his arms to grab and tease the other one. “Yes! Yes! Suck my tit! Suck it! Unh!” Soon I felt his mouth on my hand, and weirdly it just felt right to pump a finger in and out of his mouth like a mini cock, which he sucked strongly as we fucked together. I felt his free hand wedge its way between my body and Kim’s ass, and I shifted so that he could work the fingers into the crack and slip a finger tip inside her. “Yes! Jam it in! Jam it in my ass! Yes!”

Her moans became incoherent as her orgasm hit, much harder than last time, a shuddering wail of ecstasy that rung against the walls. I felt Greg start to thrust harder as well, and could hear him yell “Oh fuck!” as his cock pulsed against mine as he came. That was just enough to tip me over the edge, and I started slamming against Kim’s ass, jamming Greg’s finger even further into her asshole as I came in her pussy and let my wail join with the others.

I wasn’t sure of anything then. I didn’t know where things stood with Greg and I, how Kim would be after this, where all those pictures we’d just took would end up, none of it… And I truly did not give a flying fuck. Just there, in that moment, life was fucking good. It turned out to be the best possible attitude in the long run.

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Oh but in answer to your original question: we won the game 4-3 in overtime.

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