I have several stories on Nifty by now:
Spring Break Cruise Daytime in the Barracks Confidence in the bathhouse
These have all been gay experiences, heavily rooted in true encounters I've been fortunate enough to actually have. I'm bisexual, and this is my first story involving a fun, and again, true (though altered) threesome I had one winter a few years ago.
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I was in Seattle for a single weekend in December a few years ago. I've always loved the city, and I was excited to catch up with some old friends I hadn't seen for a few years. After several phone calls and text messages, one friend in particular stood out: Naomi. She and I had been friends for a few years. She was a Lieutenant at the Army Hospital at Ft. Lewis, and at one point had been a nurse taking my vitals while I was admitted. We flirted and talked and we were attracted to each other immediately. Because of our rank however, we couldn't do anything beyond that. A year later, I was back in the hospital with a decent training injury and under the influence of some anesthesia and painkillers when Naomi poked her head in my room; as gorgeous as I remembered her.
"I saw your name on the charts and had to come by and see you!" She said happily in a hushed town. She stepped into the room and closed the door the rest of the way. We made small talk as best as we could, and I was only mumbling a bit through a cheek full of gauze. Naomi told me she was getting out of Active Duty in two weeks, and as soon as she was out, she wanted to find me on Facebook. I nodded agreement and said I'd really like that, and with a quick squeeze of my hand, gave her crooked endearing smile and left the room.
And, now two years later, we were going to have a few beers together! We had messaged and texted frequently in the past two years and had become good friends. And, that's all it was, we had to remind ourselves. We lived too far apart to consider a relationship or anything beyond a confidant/friendship association. She had opened up about her childhood and the road that led her to the Army as a nurse. She, like myself had been a wild child. Both of us would have been hell to raise. Tattoos while still underage, some drinking, pranks, nothing serious but on the rougher end of the typical teenage spectrum of experience. When I called to let Naomi know that I was going to be in town and free Saturday night, Naomi couldn't have been more excited. She was up in town from Olympia the same day getting the rest of a sleeve tattoo done and timing would be perfect.
And so I sat in a booth at an Irish Pub, O'Kelly's in downtown Seattle. I was perfectly content and half way through a good dark beer and enjoying the music and the people at the pub. My phone vibrated on the table and a text said Naomi had just parked. I ordered a second beer and sat down, smiling with how excited I was to see my old friend. Through the crowd, I saw Naomi maneuver through until she saw me: she was still gorgeous! Besides photos on facebook, I had never seen her out of her ACU's (our uniform). Those are always baggy, and especially modest for slim women. Tonight though, She was looking amazing: Classy looking leather pants, hugging her legs, and shrugging off her white fur-collareed jacket, a vintage looking gray t-shirt, hugging her slim figure. Naomi was athletic, and was a frequent 10k racer. Officers, I've always thought, are way too fond of running! I stood up and held out my hand for the typical "bro-hug" I'm always comfortable with and without missing a beat, Naomi came right up and kissed me on the cheek and embraced me in a full body hug. I hugged back laughing out the almost awkward realization that here we were, in person, and out of uniform! All the conversations we have had in the past few years, our now solid friendship born in a Hospital ER and matured online.
"Its great to see you, Eric!" Naomi said smiling still.
I laughed my agreement and we gave each other compliments on how we both looked: I, solid and more muscular than she had seen, the result of a recent deployment, spent mostly in a FOB Weight room), and her, now more tattooed once she was no longer restricted by uniform standards.
We laughed and told each other everything there was to say. It felt wonderful and so relaxed, and honestly like hanging out with a guy. Naomi, though quite feminine, is a tough girl. She had to be, even as a nurse in the Army, it was still the Army, and with her affinity for café racer motorcycles, she was a tom-boy through and through. Her newly finished tattoo shined with the fresh ink and after-care her artist and lathered her arm with, and we admired all the tattoos we could show each other in a public place.
Naomi asked then if it was ok if her tattoo artist joined the two of us at the pub for a beer or two. I was more than happy with her artist, Frank, coming along. I had a few pieces I wanted to have done the next time I was in Seattle, and knowing an artist was always a good place to start. A while later, and another stout down, Frank slid on over on Naomi's side of the table. Frank was heavily tattooed as any self-respecting tattoo artist should be, and, he was heavily muscled. He introduced himself shyly reaching across to shake my hand. I ordered him a beer at the bar, and while I waited, Naomi text me discreetly, "You think he's hot don't you!"
I replied "LOL ,YES!"
Naomi had long known my taste for both men and women, and she often joked by sending pictures of athletes and random guys, as "morale" while I was stuck in the field or travelling for training. I looked back to the booth we shared while I closed my tab, and she was looking over her shoulder back at me, a big wink and twinkle in her eye.
She's a good friend, I thought, but damn, she was sexy!
"Where are you staying while you're in town?" Frank asked, happily sipping his beer.
"I have a hotel north of here a ways" I replied. I was clearly tipsy, and had anticipated grabbing a cab or then coming for my car in the morning.
"Bullshit man! Crash at my place, that's where she's staying!" Frank was slurring his words too, and Naomi laughed, nudging him on the ribs. He looked at her and waved his hand enthusiastically: "sure, fuck it dude, why not! He's cool and I'm going to ink him up next time he's here!" He looked back at me, "come on man, we can go home have a shot or two and crash out"
I was laughing at the scene and agreed: it sure beat at least a hundred bucks for a taxi ride! It turns out Frank was so adamant because he lived only two blocks away, above the same tattoos shop he worked in. We ambled those two blocks up hill, Naomi in the middle huddled against the cold, our breath frosting in the air. My hand started in the pocket of my jacket, but Naomi quietly slid her hand in and grasped it hard, discreetly. I looked at her and smiled, gently shouldering into her. She smiled back, her naturally bright and mischievous eyes looking even more so a few beers now into our night.
Once we had climbed up the cold and slick metal stairs into Franks flat, we shucked off our jackets and warmed back up, with a few shots of Sailor Jerry's to warm our spirits and our bodies. We were all laughing hysterically by now, and Frank's sense of being an outsider between us had disappeared. Naomi and Frank had known each other as artist and client for a few years but hadn't talked as much as her and I had, so it was a matter of Frank and her comfortable seeing each other in person, and Naomi and I knowing so much about each other from a few years of storytelling and sharing secrets.
The three of us shared the kitchen, each telling outrageous and hilarious stories: Naomi and I had Army stories of the stupid and hilarious shit that only happens in the Army and overseas, and Frank had his own outrageous tales. Tattoo Parlors do seem like a magnet for a lot of weird characters and encounters. The whole time, both Frank and I noticed that Naomi kept subtly grabbing for our hands, or a quick caress of our arms or shoulders.
Eventually, the shots and the beers had their effect on all of us, and still lucid enough, we were all spent. Frank pointed out that he didn't have any blankets, and after fierce apologies he said he was more than happy to divvy up the King Sized he had in the far corner of his loft. Naomi and I both readily agreed, eager to be cozy and warm under some nice down comforters. For the sake of propriety, Frank turned off the lights to his place, and under the city lights coming in through frosted window panes, we quietly undressed to our boxers, and Naomi to her bra and a pair of Franks sweatpants before crawling into bed.
Neither Frank nor I seemed awkward about sharing a bed like this after only a few hours of knowing each other. Despite me being bisexual and finding Frank a pretty good looking guy, he and I met in a normal setting, and knowing he was straight, and in the company of Naomi, I didn't have any thoughts towards him of trying to fool around with him. At this point, we were just a few cool guys having drunk too much to all get home safely.
We all sighed a great relief, feeling the weight of thick blankets over us, warming our feet and the soft mattress beneath us, anchoring the softly spinning room into place. We weren't drunk, but certainly tipsy. We all made comedic "oohs" and "ahhs" out how comfy Frank's bed was.
No sooner did the giggling stop than I heard the quick, soft smacking of lips and tongues beside me. I was staring at the ceiling, and my immediate thought was, "Frank, you lucky fuck!". And, a second surprise: a soft but firm hand grabbed my soft manhood through my boxers. My heart jumped in my throat. I froze, and so did the hand. I looked over at the kissing sounds, and Naomi looked at me: a big smile on her face and that same twinkle in her eye. "I want to have fun, Sir". She coyly referred to me as she'd be obligated to if she was still in the Army.
My cock was swelling in her hand, and in the two seconds it took for me to process her statement, I turned over on my side, giving her easier access to my cock, and easier access for me to grab at her body. The kissing sounds between her and Frank continued, and I pulled myself closer to her thinly covered body. Her hand continued working on my cock, and quickly pulled it out of my boxers. I slid the boxers past my knees and ran my hands along her hips bones, protruding out from her waist and giving that little gap between her flat stomach and the hem of her sweatpants. Naomi's back was towards me, and as her and Frank started kissing more passionately, his tattoo-colored arm came around and pulled her head closer to his. She was moaning softly into his mouth, and as my hand snaked down into her waistline, she pushed her ass towards me. He grip tightened around my cock, no longer stroking it, but rubbing my head against the softness of her pants. I grunted at the sensation on my cock, and I slid my hand farther down her body, my fingers now tracing the outline of her pussy, smooth and hairless. She moaned even more heavily and pushed her as farther towards me. I started playing with her pussy, and finding a little piercing, began gently tugging at it and teasing with pushing my fingers into her, driving her crazy, still moaning into Frank's mouth.
Then, Naomi twisted her body around, now onto her back and broke her kiss from Frank, who, without missing a beat, went to her neck and her ear. She smiled at me, biting her lip. She gave me a quick kiss her tongue playfully pushing into my mouth.
"Frank wants to have fun too, baby" She said. Without hesitation or doubt, Naomi took my hand from her pussy and, her hand on mine, wrapped my hand around Franks cock. It felt thick and warm in my hand and him and I reacted at the same time. I didn't pull away, her hand firmly on top of mine, but I looked at Frank nervous at his reaction. I jerked his head up and looked at me in surprise.
"Ssshhh, calm down baby, we just wanna all have fun, ok?" Naomi cooed at him, smiling innocently. She started to slowly slide my hand up and down on his cock, asking him if we could make him feel good together.
Frank looked back at me, still wide-eyed: "Are you ok with this dude?" He asked.
"I am if you are, man" I replied.
Frank didn't know, but I am unabashedly bisexual, and though I love sex with men only, and with women as well, I never advertise what I like. Naomi though, knows intimately. Over the course of two years of talking, we had shared kinky stories of our exploits, and she knew my affinity for hung men and being fucked and sucking cock. She had played it cool all night though, and didn't say a thing or hint a bit towards Frank, who, I was guessing by his reaction, had never been touched by a man before.
As my, our, stroking on his large cock continued, Frank smiled nervously at me, and then back at Naomi, finding her mouth again and quickly French kissing once again. She took that as permission and took her hand off of my and started again, jerking me off.
"ohhh fuck" I softly moaned. My free hand was trapped under me and so, careful to not let go of Franks cock and make sure Naomi didn't stop stroking mine, I sat up, kicking my knees under me so I could look down at Naomi's wonderfully toned body. Franks hands were over her body, one down her sweatpants and the other pulling her bra off. Her tits popped out, somewhat small but amazingly firm and perky; and, a surprise to me, pierced through the nipples twice, both horizontal and vertical, small silver bulbs poking out. Her clear pale skin made her tattoos all the more vibrant: a full sleeve now covered her left arm, the one jerking me off, and a half sleeve colored her right, that hand tweaking Franks nipple. Franks tattooed arms were running all over her body now, relishing, as I was, her smooth firm and subtly muscular physic, always returning to tweak again and pull at those sexy nipples she had.
I quietly asked Frank, "Are you sure this is ok?" I loved having Franks cock in my hand, and it wasn't me who made the move, it was Naomi, but I wanted to be sure Frank wouldn't freak out. Naomi looked at me and smiled, "He loves it, don't you baby" Frank looked at her, and then at me and looked a little sheepish.
"We're just all having fun, aren't we boys?" Naomi bit her lip and refocused her attention on both Frank and me. I thought, fuck it, I may as well ride this out! I rubbed my thumb on the underside of Franks cock head and he grunted into Naomi's neck. For the time being at least, he really was enjoying another man's touch.
I slid my other hand down to Naomi's pussy to join Franks already busy fingers. He had two fingers buried in the smooth hairless pussy and I started to rub her clit and play with her lips, leaving Frank to the tight warm sensations inside. Naomi immediately started to moan and purr, and her hips were thrusting up against our rough hands. Both her hands went to her pants, and lifting up her hips, she slid them all the way down, kicking them off past her knees then her feet. Here she was: Naomi, a nurse I who had first treated me and then struck up an online friendship years ago, now naked and, tipsy and quickly reaching orgasm beneath me and another man I had just met; my cock was rock hard.
She grabbed the back of my hand and pressed it harder into her, moving it just the way she needed in order to cum. Her grip was surprisingly strong, and her finger nails bit into my wrist, she was a girl possessed. As she came, her heavy moaning and grunting stopped as she held her break and her entire body clenched tightly, the veins and muscles in her arms and body flexing and popping furiously. Naomi's face became a dark red and her hips quivered and jerked almost uncontrollably, and finally, she came: a quick squirt of her wetness flooded between my fingers, hers entwined over mine, and then a second. Naomi, it turns out was a squirter! Just then, in her third squirt, she started gasping and moaning with abandon, and she was bucking against the bed, trying to get as much contact with Frank's fingers buried in her pussy, and my hand rubbing against her lips.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!" She kept repeating over and over again. After those three small squirts of her orgasm, she seemed to regain control of herself, and pulled my hand away from her pussy. Frank was pulling on her thighs, keeping them spread open while she recovered and her face returned to its normal color, and both him and I started sucking on her tits and playing with her silver piercings.
After a few minutes, Naomi, our ringleader, recovered. She smiled and started rubbing her pussy again and grabbed both our cocks. "Whos turn is it now?"
Frank and I both grinned, eager to see what sort of treat we would get for having made her cum so hard and so quickly. She looked up at me and smiled, pulling me by my hair in for a passionate wet kiss. "it's your turn, baby".
Without hesitation, she pushed me down to the bed and began kissing and licking her way down my body. It seemed like it took her forever to get to my cock, straining against itself and shiny with pre-cum. She took it in her hand, and without any ceremony Naomi took my entire cock in her mouth. I'm seven inches, and she had no trouble deepthroating the entire thing. My thighs almost cramped at the sudden sensation, and I saw stars, "Ohhhhh, fuck!" Naomi held my cock in her throat for several seconds, and eventually came off of it, spit dangling from her mouth onto my meat. She looked up at me, and coyly, innocently: "I thought you might like that, sir". All I could do was roll my head back onto the pillows as she then deep throated me again, just like before.
For the next several minutes, Naomi continued to bob up and down on my cock, never swallowing, but allowing all of her spit to dangle and coat my cock. I was slowly losing control of my body, the tipsiness of our drinking being amplified by the incredible sensations and pleasures my friend was giving me. Eventually, she came off again, and with her trademark mischief in her eye, softly said, "Frank isn't having any fun baby! We should all have fun tonight!", and returned to my cock. I had completely forgotten about Frank as soon as she took me in her mouth. He had been patiently admiring her skills and running his hands up and down Naomi's back and around her ass.
I knew immediately what she had in mind when she said he deserved some fun too, and so I grabbed his thigh and pulled it closer up towards me. Frank shuffled up and I grabbed his cock, pulling him the rest of the way towards my mouth. I felt his thighs tighten and resist, and sensing this, Naomi came off my cock again, her lips covered in spit dangling obscenely, and sweetly she said "It'll feel good Frank, you'll love it, I promise! Just do what feels good tonight ok, baby?" She was smiling up at him and winked that tonight will be just our little secret. I felt his thighs quit resisting, and as she slid her mouth all the way down my spit covered cock, I slid my mouth over Franks thick cock head and all the way down his shaft. I felt his thighs tense up again, but instead of pulling away, his thighs tensed and I heard his amazement: "Ohh my god!" I held him in my throat just as Naomi had done to me, and slowly started easing out, back and forth, up and down on his cock. He wasn't over large, around my size but thick, and soon my mouth, stretched to its limit was pouring my spit and saliva, and like Naomi, I didn't swallow, just added it as lube to his cock, already flowing pre-cum.
We kept this up for I don't know how long. Naomi deep throating me, me deep-throating Frank. Eventually as our orgasms started to build, It was more of me face-fucking Naomi and Frank face-fucking me, and all three of us loving it. Frank and I were both close to cumming when all of a sudden Naomi pulled off of my cock and rolled onto her back. I had to push myself off of Frank's firm grip on my neck and his fist of my hair to see why Naomi had stopped. She was on her back, legs splayed open almost to a split, and she simply said:
"It's my turn again, boys and I want both of you to fuck me together!"
Frank and I both dove at her. No matter how good her throat was on my cock, or how good my throat was on Frank's, we both were dying for her pussy, still almost dripping from her squirting earlier. She pulled her pink lips apart, showing us her bright vivid wetness, and slowly ran a finger up and down her pussy. "Get on your back Frank, I'm going to ride you!"
He took position right next to me and laid down, and I'll admit, I was jealous that he would have her first. But that was short lived: "Get behind me baby and fuck me too!" Naomi straddled Frank and once she guided his cock to her pussy, she slowly sank onto it, gasping the whole way down. Once he had bottomed out in her, she leaned all the way forward, and I could see Franks thick cock imbedded in her pinkness. Frank was already starting to thrust small quick strokes into her, enjoying how tight and warm and wet she was. Naomi looked back at me, and said it was my turn. I kneeled up against her and lowered my cock, aiming it just above Frank's. I felt the heat of her against my head, and started to push. She gasped as my head popped in alongside Frank's, and Naomi let her head hang as she gripped the headboard, white-knuckling it as she got used to the thickness of two big cocks in her pussy at the same time. I almost immediately lost it and came right there from just how hot her pussy was, and how tight she was with Frank's cock in with mine. It was incredible. After I had bottomed out as well, she took a few deep breaths and nodded her head, "Ok."
Frank and I were both holding onto her lean hips, and we both held her still as we started to slowly piston in and out of her. As he slid in, I slid out, and vice versa. As we figured out our tempo and rhythm, we all started our mantra:
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!"
Frank and I were grunting it through gritting teeth, but Naomi was wailing it. She was moaning and wailing and gasping all at the same time, her fists either white knuckling the headboard or slapping against it as she got stretched out and fucked by two big cocks. Naomi knew as I did, that I loved to get fucked hard like that, but I couldn't imagine the pounding, the pleasure she was getting from being pounded out by two cocks at the same time. I had been taken turns on up my ass, but had never considered a double penetration. Naomi right then was almost my hero, but at that moment, all anything the three of us could focus on was the high of it all. The room was slowly starting to spin for us from all of our drinking, and then the hard and fast efforts of intense fucking, and all of our approaching orgasms.
As we all got close, Naomi got even louder and started screaming "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" and using the headboard to push even harder back onto our thrusting cocks. Frank and I were both moaning in unison, our bare cocks sliding freely right against each other enveloped in Naomi's dripping pussy.
All of a sudden, Naomi through her headback and sat up as straight as she could. She howled and reached back behind her, grabbing my hair. We could feel her pussy clench up and pulse as she squirted her way through another orgasm.
The grip on Franks cock, and I'm sure the show above him and being squirted on made him cum too. I could feel Franks cock pulse heavily into her, and his hot cum added to the incredibly slick wetness already, and knowing his cock was against mine, cuming so heavily set me off. I grunted and came too, my hot load shooting into Naomi's used sloppy pussy with Franks.
I held onto Naomi's body tight as I came through my orgasm, thrusting my cock into her as I shot cum into my friend. Naomi had a firm grip on my hair, and she torqued her head around enough to give me her mouth. We didn't kiss, but were both out of breath, our foreheads against each other, hair wet with sweat. We breathed together, panting and catching our breath. Slowly we both unclenched our eyes and saw each other in our most unabashed, most humble and most glorious state of natural affection.
Our little moment was interrupted by Frank, seeing the sudden affection, squirmed and pulled his cock out from her pussy. I could feel how abused Naomi's pussy was now after being so furiously fucked by the two of us. Frank climbed out from under us and stumbled his way to his bathroom, cleaning up.
Naomi and I both flopped down, my cock still buried in her but very sensitive. We held each other's faces and shared a kiss, more romantic than depraved this time. We stared at each other for a moment, admiring our friendship and what had just happened so spontaneously.
Then, again without ceremony, Naomi sat up on me, her beautiful tits just as perky but so read from our exertions. She lifted herself off of me, my cock now soft, and without warning, she swung her legs up and Naomi planted her messy and wet pussy directly on my lips. She sat her weight onto my face and ran her fingers through my hair, whispering "Frank won't know about this baby, this is just for you and me!" I grunted and stuck out my tongue, tasting her sweetness, and the hot saltiness of two big hot loads of cum dripping out of her used pussy. Naomi slowly rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy up and down on my chin and my mouth, still whispering "I'm so glad we're this type of friends baby!"
By the time Frank walked back into the bedroom, Naomi and I were softly making out, each tasting all of our cum on each other's lips. The rest of the night was spent in our fitful drunken sleep, three naked bodies pressed against each other. Through the night, I woke up to random unconscious groping and strokes, both from Naomi and from Frank. By the time the morning came, we were all hungover, and Frank was very bashful about what had happened.
Since then, Naomi and I have maintained our friendship, albeit still mostly online, but we still remember, and often enjoy, those sorts of adventures.