[M]y girl[f]riend and my jerk off bud. Part 7: Plot twist, the end.

The next day, Brandon had to be at work at 10am. I woke up when he slammed the door behind him as he left. Kirsten was out cold and didn’t stir at all when I rolled her off of me so I could get out of bed. Brandon had retired to his room with the remainder of the tequila immediately after the big event, leaving me and Kirsten to sleep in the massive wet spot. She and I didn’t talk much immediately afterwards, but did a lot of cuddling and canoodling until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I took a shower, and cleaned the apartment until Kirsten came limping out of the bedroom around 1pm. Her vagina was, in her words, “fucking wrecked” and she sent me to the store to buy some cranberry juice. All she wanted to do was cuddle on the couch in a T shirt and panties, watching movies and smoking weed. She was extremely affectionate all afternoon, and whined whenever I reminded her I needed to leave for work eventually. She gave me head, said she’d let me fuck her in the ass if I called in. So, yeah I called into work that day.

After a little afternoon anal, as we were cuddling, she dropped a bomb on me. She had been excepted into the study abroad program in Rome and would be leaving in a few weeks. She also informed me that she wanted to go with “no attachments”.

I asked if she was breaking up with me, and she said, “Can we just enjoy the time we have?”

Fair enough.

Eventually we talked about what happened the night before and how we wanted things to proceed. Kirsten wanted to do “everything sexually imaginable” with me and Brandon, and not surprisingly she didn’t want any restrictions. At this point, if my relationship with Kirsten as I defined it previously had changed before, it was totally out the window now. Fuck it, I was into it.

Besides, I was starting to realize a lot of things about myself as well. I had no choice but to admit at this point I was in fact incredibly sexually attracted to Brandon and always have been. Maybe it seems obvious from the outside or in hindsight, but not to me at the time. It was a less open time, and I was young.

I admitted this to Kirsten and all she had to say way, “Well yeah, no kidding – everyone but you knows you two are like, suuuuuuper gay for each other, and now I get to be in the middle. It’s fucking hot.” She said she was certain he was into me too and that I should just follow her lead tonight.

When Brandon came home from work, pissed off from a rough shift, we hadn’t moved from the couch. There was maybe a brief moment of awkwardness, when we saw us for the first time since last night, but it disappeared quickly. He asked me to go on a run with him, and I agreed.

It was late afternoon and actually a bit cooler than it had been the last few days as we ran out our normal route. Not a lot of deep talk about last night, but lots of playful and lewd comments. I told him Kirsten and I were both interested in her having an open sexual relationship with him, and he was ecstatic.

Then I told him this was all going to be over in a few weeks, and he was bummed. Mostly he felt bad for me. I told him I was fine.

When we returned, shirtless, panting, hot and drenched in sweat, Kirsten was nude on her knees in the living room. After scolding us for leaving her alone for so long, she beckoned us towards her and commanded us to take our shorts off and stand shoulder to shoulder in front of her.

We both already had semis as she started going back and forth sucking alternately as we grew, she did this for a minute then looked up at us sweetly with that mother fucking lip bite and said, “Can you get them closer together? I want to try to suck both at the same time.”

He and I turned towards each, as she started kissing, licking and sucking on our heads while rubbing them together. It was a lot of dick to try to get into her mouth at once, and she failed, but she was doing an amazing, sloppy job of getting us both hard.

Not knowing what to do with my arm being so close to Brandon, I put it around his waist. He looked at me, so close I could feel the heat of his breath, and put his hand on the small of my back. I felt a tingle run up my spine. I moaned involuntarily, and he tightened his grip.

I squeezed his ass and he looked at me and smiled, whispering, “Fuck, bro, this is so hot.”

The heat of the situation was unbearable for me and I realized I wanted to kiss him. I didn’t.

“Do you guys want to try something different?” Kirsten said, devilishly.

She led us to my bedroom by our cocks and told us to lay down opposite each other. After some laughter and awkwardness she had us put our dicks shaft to shaft. Feeling the heat of Brandon’s enormous cock and seeing the way it towered over and eclipsed mine was overwhelmingly hot. He wasn’t quite rock hard before but this apparently did it for him.

Kirsten squeezed us together and I could feel his pulse. We both moaned and tried not to buck too hard and she sloppily worshiped us at the time time. I came quickly from this, and as it shot out, Kirsten caught it in her mouth, spit it back out onto Brandon’s dick now stroking him with both hands and working his head intensely with her mouth.

Without warning, Brandon grunted, “FUCK” and released a torrent of cum into Kirsten’s mouth. She continued to stroke his cum lubed shaft as she swallowed 4 or 5 times before disengaging with a gasp.

“Wow, you guys, thank you – I’ve always wanted to try that.” she said with a laugh, wiping her hands off on both of our stomachs. “But you two already needed a shower after your run, and now you’re covered in cum too.”

When Brandon and I, legs intertwined, balls to ballls and covered in each other’s cum started the “You can have the shower first” back and forth conversation, Kirsten interjected, “You know, it’s a big shower, I think all 3 of us will fit.”

And fit we did. And that was the first time Brandon and I had physical, sexual contact. It was absolutely uninhibited MFM bisexual heaven for the next month. I could go on for days about everything that happened, but it would literally just be gratuitous smut.

Kirsten went to Rome and fell in love with a beautiful Italian boy. I never saw her again. Brandon and I carried on with each other for a year. Then I fell in love with a girl. Brandon took it poorly, and said he was in love with me. It was a goddamn mess for a bit there.

He’s fine now. Lives in Sidney, Australia, lots of social media posts of him and his long term boyfriend and their dogs.

Me? Married to a woman, three kids, never done an ounce of swinging with her and am perfectly content mowing my lawn and drinking in front of the grill on weekends.

So yeah, fuck who you want, be who you want to be.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xxd4ia/my_girlfriend_and_my_jerk_off_bud_part_7_plot