This happened over 20 years ago, those involved including myself were all 18 or older at the time. But before we get to the juicy parts, we first need the backstory… and I certainly don’t remember all the details from that long ago, but have kept it as close to what was said/happened as possible.
Actually, first I should relay the obligatory descriptions of those who will get naked during this story for all you lovely, fellow pervs out there. Emily: ~5’7 athletic body, brunette, medium/short hair, perky c-cups, and a tight athlete’s ass. She was strikingly beautiful as well. She played hard, she worked hard, she partied hard, she had a mean streak… and a crazy streak. Ben: 6’3 with a slim, wiry build, shaggy brown hair. He was easy going, funny, and a quiet confidence and packing about 6 inches with avg girth but a super bulbous head. Myself: 5’9 athletic, very short light brown hair, 6.5 inches, avg girth. Alright, on to the backstory…
My gf (Emily) and I were working together at a restaurant the summer before we went off to college. We were going to be attending the same school not far from our hometown but had one of those drama filled relationships. We’d already been together off and on for almost two years. She’d break up with me and then come back around and I’d not really be over her and so I’d jump back in… I was a hopeless romantic and a glutton for punishment. Some of the break ups were dramatic and others weren’t. The middle of that summer we had one of the break-ups that wasn’t dramatic. She needed some space and I figured we’d be back together once the school year started (and I wasn’t wrong). During this time we’d still regularly get a bite to eat together after work despite being broken up.
Anyway, one of our mutual co-workers, Ben, was a couple years older than us and going into his junior year at the school we were going to be attending. We’d both gotten to be friends with him as you do with so many co-workers in the industry. One night we were doing our closing sidework, Emily was talking about how she had to go to some orientation thing the next week at the university. Ben offered his couch as a place for her to crash so she didn’t have to make the drive back that same day. She eagerly accepted.
It was only about an hour drive each way. And I remember thinking, *you really need to stay the night?* Now, was this my business? Definitely not we were broken up after all. But I was young, and didn’t have enough self respect or confidence to go after any one else myself. At the time, I honestly believed I was going to eventually marry her and so I didn’t have much interest in anyone else. And frankly, she was great at manipulating me and keeping me close by when she was ready to get back together. All that to say, I knew something was going to happen between them.
*Side tangent: Now in my 40’s, I love the idea of my wife and I sharing each other. She’s not into it so it won’t ever happen, but I have those proclivities. Did I have those proclivities before my roller coaster relationship with Emily 20+ years ago? Or was it all borne out of that relationship? Is kink nature or nurture? Lol. Like most things, probably a healthy helping of both. Now back to our story.*
The following week comes and goes and the next weekend her and I are getting food again after our shift. The orientation trip comes up in conversation and I end up asking point blank, “So did anything happen between you and Ben?”
She was a bit caught off guard, but then said, “Do you really want to know?”
I nodded yes as I finished a bite of food, “We’re not together, Em, I get it. But let’s be real, it’s only an hour drive but you opted to stay at his place. Ben’s been super flirty with you at work… like, I’m not an idiot.”
“You’re not gonna get upset?”
“No, I just want you to be honest with me.” And, to be clear, she obviously had no obligation to tell me anything, despite the fact I might have acted like I deserved to know.
She was quiet for what felt like a long time (but was likely only seconds) while considering what she wanted to tell me. Eventually she said, “We just made out and I slept on his couch.”I gave her a deep eye roll. I’d seen the way she responded to Ben’s flirting. I pushed for more details. Whether I was willing to admit it to myself yet, I was getting turned on by the idea of the two of them doing something. I should also mention that I was totally aware I was bi by this point in my life but I hadn’t had an experience with a guy yet, but I was most certainly, at least subconsciously, attracted to Ben too.
She didn’t admit to anything else that night. But later that fall, after we were back together and in the middle of some intense dirty talk during sex, she admitted to sucking his cock the night she had stayed there. Now, knowing her and the fact she’d already withheld the truth about this night once before, I knew she still wasn’t giving me the whole truth. I had her bent over, face in the mattress and started fucking her harder at this point.
“Oh yea. Did he. Have a nice. Cock?” I grunted out as I kept a steady hard rhythm.
“Mmhhmmm.” was all she could get out at that point.
“You fucked him too didn’t you? You couldn’t help yourself after you got a taste of his cock.”
“Oh FUCK! YES, I let him fuck me.” I spanked her hard twice at this confession. She let out a deep moan in pleasure.
“Where did he cum?” Two more hard slaps to her ass as I kept my relentless pace going.
“All over my tits and stomach… oh fuck, I’m gonna CUM!”
I came with her, flooding her with my cum and then collapsing next to her on the bed. As we slowly came down from that post-coital bliss, we talked more about her and Ben. Emily was aware of my bisexual curiosity and we began to talk about having a threesome with Ben. We mostly used this to ratchet up the intensity when were fucking. But we also discussed ways to make it happen several times. No threesome ever happened and before long, surprise surprise, Emily and I broke up again. We got back together one more time. This time, I caught her cheating on me and finally decided I wanted off the emotional roller-coaster that was being in (and out of) a relationship with Emily.
Cut to the following summer.
Ben and I still worked together and had remained friends. Plenty of drinking and partying with our co-workers over that time. We were also both somewhat aware that we were each bi-curious. I don’t remember how we knew, probably through drunken banter and playful flirting with gay co-workers.
Anyway, the night that this whole story is really all about happened during that summer. Just a typical after work week night where I ended up at Ben’s place to drink, get high and play some video games, just he and I.
Now, we’d never talked about that time Emily stayed at his place before our freshman year. I was well over her at this point, it had been at least six months since she and I had broken up for the last time. I’d made peace with the fact she wasn’t the one for me and didn’t feel any ill will towards her. So, with the aid of alcohol and weed loosening up my inhibitions and a break in the conversation, I decided this was the night I was going to ask him about him and Em.
“So, Ben… you remember when Emily stayed at your place last summer?” I ask, just as I take a large drag off the joint we were sharing.
“Yea… ?” I could hear a slight, *where the fuck is this going* in his voice. I hold up a finger, smiling, whilst holding the smoke in my lungs before letting it all out with a nice cough to boot. Before I could say anything he continued, “Ah shit… she told you we slept together?”
We continued to pass the joint back and forth throughout this conversation. I nodded, my smile growing a bit. I could see a slight bit of uncomfort crossing his face so I reassured him that I wasn’t upset about it or holding on to any ill will or anything.
“For real, we’re all good. But I’d love to hear from you what happened. Em wasn’t willing to give up too many details. And frankly, I don’t miss being in a relationship with her, but the sex was amazing. Figured it’d be fun to… share notes.” My shit eating grin returned.
“Oh shit! Ok!” he smiled and laughed. And so we bonded a bit over our experiences with Emily. How good she was at giving head. How she moved her hips when she was riding us. How tight her ass was… it was so spankable. And her general enthusiasm at fucking. It was like geeking out on a retired athlete we used to love to watch or a movie that blew us away, except in this case we were just geeking out on how good Emily was at fucking.
And of course, I found out there was more to the story than she’d originally told me. She’d made it sound like they’d had sex once while she was there and that she’d left as early as possible the next morning. Nope. Ben let me know that they had two sessions that night and then once as soon as they woke up. Then they went and got breakfast, before getting one more in before she left out.
Needless to say, we’d gotten ourselves quite worked up through all this reminiscing about Emily. I was the first to mention this fact and Ben didn’t hesitate to confirm he was as well. Although, the bulges in our pants were indication enough.
“You have any porn around here we could throw on?” I asked. Remember, this was 20 or so years ago, porn was not ANYWHERE CLOSE to accessible as it is nowadays. BUT, my man, Ben had a tape… yes, a VHS tape of porn! So we popped it on and gave each other a quick look to confirm we were in fact jerking off in front of each other to this porno.
We were sitting on opposite sides of a three person couch, pants on the ground, shirts off. As we’re watching the ridiculous plot unfold and slowly stroking ourselves, I decided to mention that Em and I had discussed trying to have a threesome with him. He said, “Really?” and looked over at me with a smile. “Well, if you feel the urge to come over here and do anything… I won’t stop you.”
My cock swelled at that. I felt butterflies in my stomach and was incredibly turned on. I was not expecting that response from him and also was not expecting that response to his words from my body. My breathing quickened and I tried to turn my attention back to the sex starting to happen on screen, but I was much more interested in watching Ben stroke his cock. Just getting a look at another cock and how it differed from mine was fun but I could see how hard and throbbing it was. His cock head shaped like a large red helmet. He was also switching his attention between watching me and watching the porn. And then I thought, fuck it… why waste that invitation.
I stood and then quickly knelt in front of him. I heard him taking a quick inhale of breath in anticipation as he released his cock. It stood at attention, a small amount of precum glistening in the lamp light on that beautiful cockhead. In a quick but surprisingly smooth motion, I grasped the base of his cock and then swallowed him whole. Ben let out a breathy, excited, “Holy shit! Fuck yes.” Which just urged me on and caused my cock to throb. I felt his hardness in my mouth and enjoyed it for a few seconds. Then I began to run my tongue up his shaft as I pulled off and then began sucking and stroking him in earnest. His breathing got heavier mixed with moans and “fuck, yeses”. Which in turn made me moan with his cock in my mouth. I made sure I was getting his cock good and sloppy, doing what I would coach someone else to do to my cock. I worked his cock a bit more and then he said, “Fuck that’s amazing… I want to help you out too, Matt.”
I got off my knees and sat down next to him on the couch. He put his hand on my thigh and looked each other in the eye. I just grinned, pleased with myself. “Dude… that was so fucking hot.” he said. All I could do was smile and say, “I enjoyed it.”
We were now jerking off next to each other again but all our attention was on each other. He broke the silence by saying, “Can I feel yours?” In response, I leaned back into the couch, hands at my sides. My cock standing straight up twitched in anticipation. I put my hand on his thigh and started rubbing as he began to stroke me and then I inched closer to him so our thighs were touching and grabbed his cock. We sat there jerking each other off with long slow strokes, focusing on how good it felt.
He released his grip for a second and lightly brushed the top of my cock head with the palm of his hand. “I like to do this to myself… does it feel good?” he asked, not taking his eyes off my erection. I had shuddered the moment he did it and all I could get out was a breathy, “Yesssss.” And of course, I then did it to him which he thoroughly enjoyed. At this point we were both really close and started increasing the pace with which we were pumping each other’s hard cock.
“Fuckkkk, I’m gonna cum, Ben!”
“I’m gonna cum, too!”
We were both leaned back into the couch, breathing heavily as we jerked each other to completion, shooting ropes of cum onto ourselves and each other’s hands. It was quite thrilling to feel him erupt in my hand and watch as he shot all over his chest and stomach. Having got that out of our systems, we each grabbed another beer and the night went back to a normal hangout night.
Not too long after that, I moved far away. So needless to say we never did anything together again and lost touch within a year or so. Thanks for reading!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w8whfy/mf_mm_blowing_the_friend_who_fucked_my_ex
Hot story.