The Adventures of Mike and Scott
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Chapter 5
Mike----
Los Angeles, California...
"Honey! Watch the road!" Scott almost rear-ends the car in front of us.
"Sorry! New driver!" I waive, lie, and apologize to the other driver.
"What's going on with you? You almost hit him," I reprimand Scott.
"Sorry...got distracted."
"Did you make a list of what we're going to get at Costco?" I ask.
"Yub," Scott replies.
"Green light. Let's go!"
While driving, Scott starts asking me out of nowhere, "Honey, did you know Juan made over $1,000 the other day camming?"
"Is that what has been distracting you? And, the email you sent me last week...what's the name? Daddy something?"
"Young_Daddy_69. That's Juan's username," Scott corrects me.
I look at Scott's face and ask, "Don't tell me you're thinking about doing this cam thing...you're not, right?"
"Of course not! That's crazy...but the money is so good."
"How do you know? He has slow days too. You have a good job, so don't fuck it up."
"The other day...he had a friend live with him, and he charged like 100 tokens to see his friend suck him for like 10 seconds! That's 10 bucks for 10 seconds!"
"So? How many times have you watched him? Watch the road!"
"Only a few times." Scott is blushing--so cute.
"Why don't you just focus on the driving now. We'll talk later."
"No baby, you should check him out?" Scott keeps nagging.
"Calm down. I believe you."
"Promise?" Scott insists.
"Promise what?"
"That you will check him out."
"Alright! Alright! Now focus on the road, please."
That night...
It's been more than a month since my altercation with Lance. No text. No call. Nothing. Honestly, I kind of wonder how he's been doing in a nonsexual way. Scott seems to be more open nowadays, but does he mind if I text Lance?
Alright, let's see what this site is all about. Okay. I need a username and profile.
What would be a good username? Got it! EZdoesit.
Shit, are they going to charge me? Let's see...okay...profile and username are free.
Wow! So many male and female cams. He looks cute. Ok, you have muscles. That guy looks like he needs sleep. I don't see Juan. I'm going to text Scott, but let's just check out this cute Korean guy, Your_Dream_Boy, for a bit.
Seriously, people don't hold back with their dirty talks. Somebody with the name Boy_Lover tips Your_Dream_Boy 100 tokens for 1 minute of nudity per the chat.
I have been watching Your_Dream_Boy for about 10 minutes while waiting for Juan. Nothing. It's getting a bit boring now, so I close out my laptop and opt for some sports on TV. Scott loves watching cam, but it's just alright for me.
Jase-----
One week later, at McDonald's...
"Do you know anyone looking for a roommate? Or...anyone wanting to share an apartment?" I ask.
"Nope. What's going on?"
"My roommate found another job and left. I need a roommate. Can't afford the entire rent," I explain to Scott.
"Oh Shit! When did that happen?"
"About 3 months ago. Yeah...I've been footing the entire rental bill for a while. Need someone desperately."
"Sorry man. I can't think of anyone," Scott sympathizes.
"How about anyone who has an extra room?" I ask.
"Nope. Sorry."
"How about your place? You think I can crash there temporarily until I find a roommate? Man, the rent is killing me. I'll pay my share." I hope Scott agrees.
"I don't know. I have to ask Mike."
"Can you ask him?" I ask.
"What? Now?!"
"Yeah...my rent is coming up."
Scott calls Mike.
"Hey babe! I'm at McDonald's with Jase. Hmmm...He told me his roommate moved out, and he can't afford the entire rent. Do you know anyone looking for a room?"
"Hmmm...not at this moment...not really," Mike answers.
"He doesn't know anyone," Scott relays the message.
"How about your place?" I remind Scott.
"He is asking if he can crash at our place until he finds a room somewhere else. He'll pay the rent."
"What? You mean one of the guest rooms? It's not that big though," Mike says.
"He just needs a room...I think...right Jase?" Scott asks me.
"I don't know. We've never rented out a room," Mike indicates.
"I know...so what now?" Scott asks his husband.
"I don't know...whatever you want babe. He's your best friend. What do you think?"
"I think it's ok," Scott answers.
"Ok. Fine with me. So, when is he going to move in? Tell him not to bring too much stuff over. There won't be enough room."
"I don't know when he's going to move in. I'll ask him. I'll let you know more tonight."
"Ok. Everything else, ok?" Mike asks.
"Yeah...just eating and chatting with Jase. You?"
"I'm alright...Lance texted me earlier...Just to let you know I didn't text back."
"What does he want?"
Uh oh...Scott looks kind of pissed. What's going on? I hope it has nothing to do with my asking about the rental.
"I don't know...like I said...I didn't text him," Mike says.
"Babe, I'm not forcing you to do something you don't want to do. If you feel the need to talk to him, I'm not going to stop you. I thought we were clear on this. Anyway, I'll talk to you later."
"Alright...bye...love you," Mike hangs up.
"Love you."
"Is everything okay?" I ask Scott. "I mean you guys are not fighting over my request, right? I can find another place. It's no big deal."
"No it's not that. Yeah, you can stay in one of the guest rooms. Don't bring too much stuff over though."
"Really? Great! You're the best! But what was that earlier? You look kind of pissed."
"No...nothing," Scott wants to avoid the topic.
"Sure??"
"Alright, but keep this confidential," Scott demands.
"Yeah. Yeah. So what happened?"
Scott begins revealing to me the situation among Mike, Lance, and himself. Holy fuck! I thought Scott was acting a little bit weird during the trip, but I never expected something like this. It might be inappropriate, but I'm getting a bit stiffy hearing all this. My gosh, I've just found out my best friend wants an open marriage. He has done a threesome with another dude and his husband. What a shocker that is. And, this guy, Juan, whom I have not met, sounds hot. Scott has been really reserved and committed ever since I knew him. Hearing his confession that he is somewhat turned on by Mike's infidelity is just wow and kinky. I know Scott; he's going to chicken out soon. Oh well, who am I to judge since I'm not a saint myself after having a supposedly straight married guy fuck me in a public restroom in Cancun.
"Wow! I don't know what to say," I'm baffled.
"Yeah, maybe it's good if you are at our house. Maybe you can keep an eye out on Mike for me, eh?"
"Uhhhhhh...I don't think so. I'm not signing up for this. Come on! Mike is a grown man. I mean...I thought you liked it? I don't get it? What if he leaves you?"
"Na...Mike loves me. He's just horny all the time and easily persuaded," Scott states.
"That's what I mean. What if he falls for someone else? Knock on wood. You're playing with fire, Scott, and you will eventually get burned. You know that, right?"
"Well then, in that case I'm fucked. If I control him too much, eventually one day he's just going to want out. Then, I'm fucked as well. I don't know, but I really want to get it on with Juan again. So help me, yeah?"
"You slut! I knew it. Man, this is so weird and wild...always thought you were vanilla. You are just as evil as the Queen of England. Oh wait, she's not evil, but yeah...whatever...heh heh."
"If push comes to shove, I prefer that Mike gets it on with someone else other than Lance. I just can't stand him," Scott begins to get antsy.
"Why do you hold such a grudge against him? I still don't get it as to why you are cool if Mike fucks someone else other than Lance. I guess it's your life; you do whatever you please. You're just getting so freaky bitch! Love you."
"Don't tell Mike about our conversation. Cool? Anyway, what about you? The guy in Cancun? Billy, right?" Scott asks.
"Nothing...not gonna happen."
"What? What happened?" Scott is curious.
"Nothing. Well, it turned out the dude was married to a woman with kids. So...basically...there was no future."
"I didn't see the wedding ring though?" Scott adds.
"I know. He lied. The wife called him while he fucked me in a public toilet."
"Holly fuck! You didn't tell me that," Scott is surprised.
"Never mind, la. I got a good fuck, so it wasn't that bad."
"Man, you are so carefree. I wish I could be like you," Scott comments.
"Na, you don't want to be like me. I never had any luck finding a prince charm."
"You will find one. One day."
"Yeah....yeah," I roll my eyes.
"So, when can I move in?" I then ask Scott.
"Whenever you're ready."
Mike-----
That evening...
"So, how did the conversation with Lance go?" Scott asks.
I knew it. Scott is not going to let it slide as he asks me while we are in bed watching some re-run show.
"As you suggested, I did chat with him. He wanted to get together, but I haven't agreed to that."
"That's good to know."
"Are you sure you want us to go down this route? You know, open relationship stuff?" I ask.
"Yeah, just sex, right? Nothing more. I mean we're not going to rush out to find someone else right away...you know just take it slow." Scott continues, "I like unplanned encounters like the time when we were with Juan. That was unexpectedly hot. You think one day we can do it again?" Scott asks.
"I don't know. We barely know him."
"You barely know Lance as well so," Scott counters.
"He's busy."
"I'll ask," Scott immediately volunteers.
"You are a slut! Give me a kiss," I can't help but laugh at Scott for his silliness and willingness.
"You won't just get a kiss," Scott winks at me.
With that, Scott starts pulling down my boxers.
"Hmmm...that's nice. Go slow. Yeah," I mumble.
Scott is worshiping my cock with his wonderful mouth for about 10 minutes. I want to turn him over and drill him, but Scott insists on fellatio this time. In no time, I release a large pile of cum down his throat.
Scott-----
"I'll take the guest room downstairs," Jase announces.
"Ok, you can use the bathroom downstairs as well. You can share our fridge. You can eat the stuff in there unless it's specifically reserved." I let Jase know.
"Anything else you want to add, Mike?" I ask.
"Nope."
"I won't make a big mess," Jase promises.
"You'd better not. Alright we'll let you settle in," I say.
"Ok. Oh! Dinner on me tonight. How about some Panda Express?"
"That's cool. Thanks." I accept Jase's offer.
"You seemed awfully quiet," I say to Mike as we head to our living room.
"What?" That is all Mike has to say.
Jase-----
It has been a few weeks since my moving in with the married couple, Mike and Scott. As expected, Scott has texted me incessantly regarding Lance.
Scott: Anything unusual?
Me: "Come on Scott! This is the one thousandth time you've asked me about your husband, and I've been here for only a few weeks, lol. There's no Lance here. And, he still loves you, my dear. LOL
Scott: What is he doing?
Me: Aren't you supposed to be working? Don't mix up your patients' medicine lol
Scott: Bitch
Me: We're just watching some TV. We're going to head out to Rite Aid soon."
Scott: How romantic! LOL
Me: Yeah...I'm having a date with your husband eating ice cream at Rite Aid. Are you jealous? LOL. You want anything while I'm at Rite Aid? Corn Chips, lime flavor? Your favorite.
Scott: Ummmmm...okay. Get 2. Have fun! Keep me updated bitch...
Me: Yeah...yeah...
Scott-----
"You look glowing. What has gotten to you lately?" One of my coworkers asks.
"Nothing."
"Uh huh???? Alrighty...see you next week."
"Alright. I better wrap things up too. See ya," I tell her.
She's right. Lately I have been happier. I've got my husband back--I think. I have my best friend who keeps an eye out on my husband for me--I hope.
Someone texts me while I'm driving home. It's Juan. I pull over momentarily.
Juan: Hey! What's up!
Me: Hey! Stranger!
Juan: What are you up to?
Me: Driving home lol
Juan: Oh I forgot...you work nightshift...vampire lol...come and suck me dry now! :-P
Me: OMG...bad influence!
Juan: Oh really? If you're a vampire, you will definitely need my juice to survive. ;-P
Me: OMG. Well, I can get that from my husband FYI... LOL
Juan: True. Maybe both of us can give you our essence for your vitality. How about that? ;-P
Me: LOL
Juan: J/K :P. We should get together. I really enjoy hanging out with you guys...cool couple
Me: Thx. Yeah, let's get together.
Juan: This afternoon, eh?
Me: What? Oh! Ummmm...I don't know. Let me ask Mike. What are we going to do? LOL
Juan: LOL! I don't know. Lunch or something...whatever you guys are in the mood for...I just want to get together. I'm bored, and I'm free...lol
Me: Ha ha. Funny, funny...chat later. Need to drive now.
Juan: Ok...TTYL
That brief chat has certainly awakened something else other than my brain, but I need to concentrate on the road.
At the house...
"Good morning, baby," Mike greets me while walking on a treadmill in our messy exercise room.
"Morning. Ummmmm...what's your schedule like for today, baby?"
"Nothing special. No conference calls. Just the usual work. Why?"
"Juan texted me earlier. He wanted to know if we would like to do lunch with him today?"
"Sure. What's the occasion? He doesn't have school today?" Mike asks.
"I don't know, but he's free. Ummmmm...maybe, just maybe, we can get together after lunch? Movie or something?" I'm so nervous to reveal my true intention.
"He asked or you asked?" Mike is starting to connect the dots.
"He! Of course," I seem a bit too enthusiastic.
"Baby, don't you think it's weird that all we want from Juan is sex. You're going to scare him away."
"it's not just sex. He helped you with your work, didn't he? Honey, you have got to trust me. I did not set this up. He texted me first and proposed a get-together, and he seemed to be in the mood," Scott explains.
Mike gives me a weird look, stops the treadmill, and walks over to me whispering, "It looks like you're in a good mood as well, eh?"
"Well, only if you want to...you know..."
"No. I don't want to..."
"Huh?!" I'm surprised.
"Just kidding! Look at your reaction! How could I say no to you? It would be nice though if you brought another young guy like you," Mike says.
"What do you mean? Juan is young. He's like what...21?!" I laugh at Mike.
"You know what I mean. I like small and cute twinks," Mike indicates.
"So...???"
"Never mind. Let's do lunch...just a warning...he's thick," Mike warns me.
"He's not fat!"
"I don't mean that. Are you playing dumb with me, baby?" Mike teases.
"Stop it. I like thick ones like yours. You?" I ask.
"He's blessed in that department for sure. I like yours too, small and cute."
"Phhhppp...thanks...mine is more like an appetizer while his is like the main course," I joke.
"Ha ha," Mike laughs then continues, "You are so silly but adorable. I love this Scott."
"Ok! We're set for this afternoon then. Gonna take a quick nap," I announce as I leave the room.
"Hey Jase. Have a great day at work," I bump into him on my way to my bedroom.
"What is that all about?" Jase looks confused.
Mike-----
After the lunch...
"Juan, I almost didn't recognize you! Your goatee," Scott suddenly says.
"Yeah, new style. Like it?"
"Yeah! It makes you look older. I mean more mature...right honey?" Scott asks.
"He's a young, presentable man, with or without the goatee," I don't want to embarrass Juan further.
"Heh heh...thanks for the nice lunch by the way. Next time it's on me...end of discussion," Juan insists.
"Trust me Juan, you are worth more than a few lunches. Thank you so much for your assistance," I assure him.
"That was a million years ago, and I got paid! So, we're even," Juan jokes.
Scott jumps into the conversation saying, "Ok, next time you pay. So...wanna hang around, Juan?"
"Sure! Maybe a movie or something?"
"I'll get some beer and pretzels!" Scott volunteers.
"You don't drink beer! In the afternoon?" I ask, suspecting the direction Scott wants this to head.
"It's a happy day, so I make an exception. Heh heh," Scott defends himself.
"I've got to go with Scott this time. Beer is good for any time, any day," Juan quips.
While Scott is out of sight, I ask Juan, "Juan, Scott is not here now. I need to say something. I don't think I need to spell it out to you, but I think you know what Scott is trying to do, right? Are you comfortable with all this? What we did last time? You need to let me know right now because I hate to see you being forced into doing something when your heart is not in it."
"Understand. Here, feel it," Scott reaches for my right hand and places it on his growing bulge.
"Alright!" We both laugh.
We are now in the living room drinking and watching something irrelevant but funny on TV. We all seem to want to get it on, but no one has the ball the initiate the game yet.
With the help of the beer, I finally speak up, "Ok...you've been eyeing at Juan's bulge ever since this morning, Scott. Why don't you do something about it? Come and undo our pants, honey."
Scott's face turns red. He instinctively glances at Juan. It looks like Juan agrees with me, thinking that's a good idea as he exhibits a seductive grin toward Scott. On his knees in front of us, Scott begins pulling down our zippers. Even at the flaccid stage, both of our cocks look full and delicious. With a little nudging, the dicks soon reach their full mass. Scott works on Juan's monster first, sucking and slurping on that thick cock of Juan as if his life depended on it while jerking my rod. Fuck, the girth of that penis is insane. Seeing Scott's watery eyes from the gagging after a while, I instruct him to focus to my rod to give him a slight relief. Awww! That feels so good--Scott's mouth on my cock. Eyes closed, I unquestionably concentrate on the wetness of Scott's mouth as it glides up and down on my pole. The wet slurping sound is so ecstatic. Unbeknownst to me, I feel another pair of lips begin the attack on my left nipple.
"Uhhh!!" I involuntarily grunt and open my eyes to see Juan suck on the nipple like a baby sucking on the mother's breasts for milk.
Juan alternates between sucking and pinching my sensitive nipples. If these two keep attacking me like this, I will unavoidably burst shortly. As if he could read my mind, Juan suddenly stops.
"Scott, come and sit next to your husband. I want to suck both of you," Juan demands.
This 21-year-old man knows how to control cocks just like he is skilled at manipulating nipples. He deepthroats both of our cocks for a good while. Going back and forth, he greedily devours our members. Soon, Scott and I find each other's lips and embark kissing wildly while being fellated by the Latino.
"Mmmm...yeah....go all the way...down to the base...yeah...slurp on it," I direct Juan.
"Uhhhh. Yeah. Fuck your mouth on my cock...so nice."
"Shit, you should manscape your jungle down here a bit Mike," Juan proposes as he tries to spit out Mike's pubic hair.
"Yours is not that much better groomed, buddy," I reply.
"Touche."
"Yeah. Fuck his mouth, baby." Scott continues, "You like his thick lips on your cock, huh?"
"Fuck yeah! He's good!" I answer.
"Put your lips back on my mouth baby while Juan sucks you," Scott begs.
With that, we resume our passionate kissing. Juan's oral cavity is so slippery on my pole as he deepthroats me. This is so good that I might not be able to hold on much longer, but I'm in the mood for some ass.
"Scott, baby, get on all four, I want to fuck you. Juan, take a break," I order.
With his knees and hands on the floor, I slowly and gently enter my husband from behind.
"Hmmm...yeah," Scott moans.
"So tight," I whisper in his ear while gently biting his neck.
"Harder baby. Yeah, like that," Scott begs.
Minutes later, Juan rejoins us, positioning himself in front of Scott feeding him the fat shaft.
"Open your mouth...yeah...go slow...yeah...deeper," Juan motivates my well fucked husband.
My baby is in for a real treat having both of his holes filled with our cocks. I fuck Scott doggy style for about 5 minutes until Juan withdraws his member, stands up, walks toward me, and shakes that same wet, dripping dick that was stuffed in Scott's mouth seconds ago right in front of my face. As if in a trance, I stare at that big sausage without blinking.
"Baby, why did you pause?" Scott snaps me out of the daze.
"Sorry," I resume plowing Scott at a less dynamic pace as I'm being distracted by the nearness and scent of Juan's manhood.
"Harder baby!" Scott whines.
"Open your mouth," Juan urges.
"I don't suck," I mumble.
"What?" Confused, Scott turns around to witness that my face is only inches away from Juan's monster.
Then, Juan calmly proposes, "Have a lick then. You know you want to."
"Oh my god! Yes. Lick his cock baby while you fuck me. It's so hot! Wait...hold on...pound me while I'm on my back. I want to see."
All of a sudden, I have become the object of their desires. Scott's face cannot hide the enthusiasm and excitement of seeing his manly husband who is on the verge of sampling this heavy shaft of the stallion. I have casually tasted a few dicks here and there over my 46 years on Earth, but never have I encountered one this thick. That said, can I still fulfill Scott's wish?
"Taste it baby, please, for me. It's fun, and keep fucking me," Scott keeps insisting.
I keep undecidedly staring at the throbbing dick, and Juan knows it. Slowly he bridges the gap as his penis is now lightly touches my drooling lips. That enticing cock and the horny look of the Adonis inevitably cloud my judgement as my resistance gradually gives way to this unexpected pressure. Slowly, my lips yield, opening wide to welcome the imminent penetration of the intruder.
"Yeah...lick the head," Juan orders.
"This is so great, baby. Thanks for doing this," Scott says.
Although I'm doing this for Scott, a teensy part of the decision is undoubtedly stemmed from the realization of my curiosity with tasting this beefy dick of Juan. As I have said, I normally lick cocks for seconds; however, I've been tonguing Juan's swollen penis crown for a few minutes, and I don't seem to be ready to move on.
"Open it a little wider. I'm going to push in a little deeper," Juan directs.
My compliance seems to satisfy Juan because he yelps as he pummels my mouth, "Uhhh!!! So warm and wet. Now start sucking me."
Juan's dick is so fat that I start gagging leading to my teary eyes, just like what Scott previously experienced. His manliness is firm yet soft, slippery, and warm. I'm still fucking Scott but at a much-reduced strength as most of my stamina has been focusing on trying to properly suck Juan. I honestly don't remember the last time I gave anyone a blowjob, not even Scott.
"Yeah...be careful with your teeth. Hmmm...you're doing great," Juan is cheering me.
"This is so hot baby! I love you. You look so horny for his cock," Scott is pleased.
"You like that, Scott? Your hunky husband worshiping my thick snake?" Juan escalates the seduction.
"Yeah, it's beautiful. I'm jealous. you're the first guy he has ever blown. I love it! Uugh...yeah pound me harder, baby."
Their words fire me up as I mercilessly hump Scott, causing him to cry out, "Uugh...Uugh."
"Of course! my dick has magic. It will persuade even the most hesitant ones," Juan gets a little cocky.
With the encouragement from Scott, the intimate talk, the beer, and the sudden adaptation to Juan's thick pole, I attempt deepthroating Juan. I can't do it because it's just too thick, and the simultaneous fucking doesn't help either. I can go down maybe about 85% of the length, but beyond that is just too uncomfortable. Then, before I know it, Juan places his hands behind my head to propel his weapon deeper into my almost virgin mouth.
"No. Can't. Go slow," I demand.
"Sorry. Yeah. Suck that dick!" Juan is slowly fucking his dick in and out of my mouth.
Notwithstanding my watery eyes and drooling mouth, I'm determined to master this new founded skill--the art of fellatio. I fanatically fuck my mouth, not deepthroating, on Juan's cock while plunging Scott's chute with my orgasm-threatening pulsing cock for a good 10 minutes.
Then I suddenly hear Juan say, "My turn."
"What? Uhhh...I don't think so. You're gonna hurt him," I say to Juan.
"I'm fine, baby. I'll be fine. I can take his cock," Scott interrupts.
Scott is definitely going to endure pain, but with Scott's desire and assurance, I withdraw my cock, stand up, and make room for Juan.
"Uugh!" Scott cries.
"Slow down, Juan! You're okay, baby?" I make sure Scott is not hurt.
"Slow...phewww...slow...wait...ok keep pushing in," Scott says.
"Almost...almost...you're doing ok, Scott?" Juan asks.
"Yeah."
"Almost...okay...there...all in," Juan confirms.
"Ok...now fuck slowly," I remind Juan.
The young man has been slowly puncturing Scott's hole for a good 5 minutes. Based on the look of Scott's anus ring, it has accommodated that thick sausage nicely.
"Mmmm...mmmm...a little harder and faster now," Scott moans.
"Like this?" Juan plows the asshole harder and faster.
"Yeah. Yeah. Uggh...Ummm...fuck me," Scott cries out with pleasure.
"Why don't you suck on this, Juan, while nailing my husband," I command.
"Yeah. Suck it! Suck on the married cock, man," I grip the stud's head with my hands.
The fucking and sucking carry on for a good 10 minutes, then Juan abruptly stops, "Hold! Hold! I'm gonna cum if I don't stop."
"Let's switch," I suggest.
"Yeah, fuck me baby. Harder," Scott begs after I insert my organ in his well deflowered hole.
"Uugh...uugh...this is fucking great...fuck me..." Scott cries.
Not wanting to be left out, Juan approaches me waiving his thick joystick in front of my face again. This time I open my mouth willfully even before being asked.
"Yeah, suck my fucking cock. Uugh...Ummm...you guys are the best," Juan is moaning.
"Yeah. Munch on the head...like that...while you rape that hole of your husband."
"Try to deepthroat me again. Yeah. Slow."
I give it another try, but it doesn't work. I gag.
"It's okay. Suck me faster. Let me fuck your mouth."
About 5 minutes later, Juan announces while holding my head firmly, "Ahh! Ahh! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"
I don't know what to do as I've never been in such a situation. I stay still permitting Juan to push my head a bit deeper into his pole while my cock is buried at the root of Scott's hole.
"Here it comes...Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" Juan floods my mouth with his jism. It literally flows down my throat into my stomach before my brain begins to process the intrusion. My internals are so nurtured with his nutrients that I find myself shaking with a climax deep inside Scott's rectum.
"Ahh! Ahh! That is so hot!" Scott cries out.
A moment later, Juan slowly relaxes his grip and withdraws the semi-hard throbbing cock from my battered mouth.
"Scott, get up. I want you to cum in my mouth," Juan indicates.
"Uhhhhh...Ahhhh....Uhhhhh...Ahhhh..." Scott pants as Juan chows down on his stiffy.
"Ahh! Ahh! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Scott cries.
"Cum baby! Cum in his hungry mouth," I encourage.
As expected, Juan greedily devours Scott's jizz, gets up, and plants a kiss on Scott's mouth! This is unexpected. I'm not sure if I like that as It's the first time I've seen Scott being intimate with someone else. They are now kissing, toying back and forth with Scott's spunk. This is so filthily erotic that I'm starting to feel a bit hard again. The kiss finally ends with Juan swallowing the left-over juice.
Feeling very satiated, we are now slouching on the sofa trying to catch our breaths.
"You guys are simply the best. Thank you for letting me be part of your experience," Juan states.
"No, thank you for giving us this experience. I love it. How about you, baby?" Scott directly asks me.
"Yeah. That was...how should I put this? Hmmm...raw and wild. Baby, your butt is going to feel funny later," I tease Scott.
"Stop it! I'm gonna go clean up," Scott shyly walks away.
Jase-----
2 weeks later...
"Opps! Shit," It looks like they are having a foreplay in the kitchen as I'm about to go in there. I'd better stay behind the wall and wait for them to finish their moment. I'm so happy for Scott and Mike to finally work things out. Honestly, I still think Scott should have been partially at fault for this Lance thing because he seemingly encouraged Mike to carry on, but it doesn't matter as I will likely side with Scott, nonetheless.
"What are you making, baby?" Mike asks, sneaking up behind Scott with his hands grabbing around Scott's waist.
"Chicken salad with a touch of Greek."
"Ha ha. Ok, yummy???" Mike is diffident when it comes to Scott's cooking.
"Here...open your mouth." Scott feeds his husband a chunk of chicken breast.
"Yummy," Mike praises.
"Thank you for doing the laundry and keeping the house nice and neat, baby," Scott says.
"I didn't do the cleaning; it was Jase."
"That's nice of him, but I feel awkward for exploiting him like that. We ought to take him out to lunch or something or pay him for doing the housework," Scott says.
"We can reduce his rent, if you want to?"
"Ok. Let's do that. I'll let him know," Scott agrees.
"Thank you, Scott! You're the best," I say to myself.
"Baby, I never though Jase would be all neat and easy to live with. I was expecting interferences, but he has kept things to himself most of the time in his room. I guess you can't judge a book by its cover, eh," Mike comments.
"Yeah. I just wish he has found a boyfriend who loves him because he deserves it. He's like my little brother," Scott says.
"Well, get busy then. Maybe we can introduce Juan to him?"
"You know...I think Jase likes daddy-type men nowadays. He met this man while we were in Cancun, but it didn't work out. I think he wants to have a long-term relationship. We need to find another "you" for him. Heh heh. So, you'd better watch out baby, he might seduce you," Scott jokes.
"Well...in that case, I might let him then. It doesn't hurt to trade up, eh? Plus, he does housework," Mike teases.
"Keep it up. I might let you have another lover," I giggle.
"That's a deal then," Mike continues teasing.
Then, I see Scott playfully smacks Mike in the arms. How romantic--these two. I wish I had a lover like Mike. Scott and I have known each other since middle school. We used to be neighbors growing up. I remember those days when I stayed over at his house playing Super Mario. His mom was super nice to me and my mother. Like Scott, my father passed away when I was much younger. Appearance wise, Scott and I are very much similar--same height except I carry maybe 13 pounds more than Scott. I'm Vietnamese/Korean--dad was Korean, and mom, Vietnamese. I don't speak the languages though. Life has not been too kind to me. I'm about 5'6, give or take. Yeah, short and a bit chunky. I suppose to accommodate that, I do have nice skin and a smooth baby face. I look younger than my age of 25. I don't have a boyfriend. In fact, I don't even remember the last time I was in love. That doesn't imply that I'm a virgin--far from it. I love sex, and I've had a few. Now, that doesn't imply that my hole is all stretchy either--in fact, it's the opposite. I just haven't had the luck to find the "boyfriend." If that is not bad enough, my dick is embarrassingly small--about 5 1/2 inches when hard. Ugggh...how depressing. I was never an academic whizz. That explains my current employment as an administrative assistant at a company that I don't want to talk about it. It's fine, I guess, as it pays the bills. I've been trying to lose some weight with very little success because I love junk food too much. What is frightening most is that I don't really know what to do with my life.
"What are you doing, baby?" Scott playfully asks Mike.
"Nothing," Mike responds.
"Oh really...your bulge is somehow rubbing against my ass?"
"You mean this?" With that, Mike starts dry humping Scott.
"Oh my god! Scott, you slut, heh...heh..." I'm whispering to myself.
I'd better go and let them have their moment before I get caught, but this is kind of hot. Maybe, I'll just watch a bit more.
"You're such a bad boy...Stop it, please...Jase is in his room...like 20 feet away," Scott giggles.
"Yeah, I'm watching you guys right now. Duh," I laugh silently to myself.
"It's okay...let him watch and learn," Mike teases Scott.
Mike starts kissing Scott's neck then whispers to him, "Can I make love to you right here, baby?"
"No." That's a weak no from Scott.
Oh shit! They are going to fuck in the kitchen. I'd better go, but I can't take my eyes of the dry humping.
"This feels so weird--you are seducing me here while Jase is in the same house," Scott speaks and moans concurringly.
Scott's silence to the advance boldens Mike further as his hands begin to undue the button on Scott's jeans. Next, the zipper is pulled down. Mike is impatiently horny as he hastily pushes down both Scott's jeans and undies to his ankle. Then, I hear his spitting. After his cock is well lubricated with saliva, Mike enters Scott from behind. Scott has no choice but holds on to the counter as support.
""Ahh! Ooo...Oh!... Aghh! AAAH!" Scott inadvertently grunts out loud.
"Yeah....you love it, baby?" Mike gets excited hearing Scott's moan.
"Yes...please fuck me."
"Mmm...Ahh...Ahh..." Scott tries to stay silent, but I can hear them quite well. Mike is pounding harder now.
"You are so tight. I love your skinny butt. So good."
"Fuck me harder, baby."
Scott's wish is Mike's command as Mike starts stretching his hole furiously. My cock is so stiff at the moment, and I haven't even jerked it--just a few gropes here and there. I have to give it to Scott for being able to sustain the pounding with his skinny ass. I'm not sure if I can persevere if Mike fucks me in such a manner. Also, I have more fat on the butt than Scott.
"Aghh! Aghh! Aghh!" Scott moans louder, not caring anymore if anyone else can hear it. This is so good! Scott got his mojo back. Yeah!
Mike passionately makes love to Scott's anal cavity for about 5 minutes, then he dumps a nice thick load inside Scott's bowel. While his semi-hard dick is still partially buried deep in Scott's channel, Mike uses his right hand to masturbate his husband. In a matter of seconds, Scott spews his juice all over one of the lower cabinet doors.
"That's one of the best fucks we've had, baby. Thanks," the sweaty Mike whispers while pulling up his husband's undies and jeans.
"Love you." I hear Scott say to Mike.
"Love you more...going to hit the shower now...enjoy your food." Mike then turns swiftly and catches me.
Oh shit! Oh shit! I rush back to my room. How embarrassing! What am I going to say? Fuck! I'm sure he's going to let Scott know. I'm so done.
Mike-----
A few days later...
"Hey Jase, I got some Whoppers. Come join me," I knock on Jase's room.
"Ummmmm...thanks...go ahead and eat first... kind of busy at the moment."
"Come on...are you going hide in there indefinitely? I'm cool with the whole thing," I assure him.
"No...really...I'm busy."
"Come out now," Mike insists.
"Uhhh...alright...give me a few minutes."
Jase finally comes out 5 minutes later.
"Here...got you a Whopper and fries."
"That's a lot! Thanks. Can we watch Family Feud?" Jase asks.
"Sure."
While eating, Jase murmurs, "Ummmmm...about that incident 3 days ago...sorry."
"Ha ha. I already told you I'm cool."
"You didn't tell Scott, did you?" Jase asks.
"No, but he would be cool if I did. Don't worry about it."
"Promise you're not going to tell him, okay? He's my best friend. I don't want him to be upset."
"There's nothing to be upset. You're so funny. It's not like I fucked you or something. Calm down."
Jase's face turns red and shy as he gives me the look.
"Alright! I promise. Can we eat now?"
A few minutes later, Mike asks, "Just curious...how much did you see anyway? Did you, you know, get off on that? You don't have to answer that; I'm just being curious."
"Hmmm...sorry, but I saw everything. It didn't make me cum right then," Jase confesses.
"Was it that mediocre?"
"Oh no! Not at all. I was just too scared to, you know, jerk off right then. You two were hot. Scott is so cute! sometimes I wish I'd be like him with that skinny body. And, I love your...your..."
Jase seems to be stuck with the last phrase, but I figure what he means as I catch him gazing down at my bulge.
Jase-----
Shit! I just got caught again staring at Mike's loins. Am I that desperately horny? I just busted a load last night! I'd better stop this thing as it might lead to something that we all might regret later. But then, I recall that Scott has said that they are looking to expand their sexual experience, that Scott loves threesomes, that Scott gets turned on by Mike's infidelity, etc. No, no, no, no, no...What does it have to do with me anyway? I won't mess up their marriage because I cherish my platonic relationship with Scott more than any fleeting sex. Unless...Scott somehow approves it?
"Oh stop thinking about all these perverted thoughts," I tell myself silently.
"You want some onion rings?" Mike is saying something.
"Sorry...what?"
"You seemed kind of lost in your little thinking world. I asked if you would like some onion rings," Mike comments.
"Hmmm...they look delicious, don't they? I'd better pass...trying to lose some weight...heh heh..."
"Heh...heh...ok...true," Mike concurs.
"You really think I'm fat?"
"Shit. It came out wrong. Sorry. You're not fat! Gimme a break...you're just a bit thicker than Scott. And, that is actually a complement to you. Scott is just too skinny no matter what he eats," Mike says.
"Hmmm...thanks for the compliment...but you see this butt...that's fat," I say, standing up and striking a butt pose to rest my case.
"Trust me...many men and women would love to have fat butts. Brazilian Butt Lift, hello! Honestly, sometimes I wish Scott had more cushion on his behind. Trust me. I don't want to accidentally hurt him when I...you know...do him," Mike admits.
Okay. This conversation is becoming more awkward. I remind myself--no more sex-related discussions. Focus on the game show.
"Name something you don't want to do when tired," I'm reading the statement on Family Feud out loud to Mike.
"Mmmm..." Mike is thinking.
"You have to hurry up!" I rush Mike.
"Sex!" Mike blurts it out.
We both laugh.
"No way! Cooking?" Mike seems to disagree with the #1 answer.
"Not everyone is as horny as you...thinking about sex all the time," I laugh at Mike.
"Oh what a shame...sex is good...it's a good work out," Mike winks.
Is Mike flirting with me? We were never like this before that kitchen incident.
"Well I'm sure that's why you and Scott are so fit as you two probably fuck like animals," I cannot help but tease him back.
"Not entirely true...it has only happened recently. You know how reserved Scott used to be. Well, I'm so happy that he's now, how should I say this, freer and wilder sexually."
"Yes...you are absolutely correct! I feel like he's being possessed or something."
"Ha ha...he's sexually charged nowadays for sure...he even wants to see me get it on with someone else. It's crazy," Mike starts.
Scott has told me this already, but I'm just curious about Mike's point of view on this, so I encourage him to continue.
"The other day...we had a threesome here..."
"You mean...here...right here...in the living room where we're eating now? Ewww," I joke.
"Heh heh. Yeah, I could tell that he really enjoyed Juan's company."
"Juan?" I ask Mike--Scott has told me about Juan, but I haven't met him yet.
"Yeah, some Latino hot stuff. You weren't here...maybe one day."
One day? Hmmm...I just pretend to agree, "Sure! Go on."
"I think Scott gets turned on if I have sex with someone else," Mike confesses.
Again, I already know it. But, it's hot to hear from Mike.
Mike continues, "I don't think I will do that again though cause Scott was very upset last time with Lance."
"Oh! Lance?" I pretend to be surprised.
"Uhhh...yeah...let's not go there."
"Ok."
"I love Scott, and I don't ever want to do anything that hurts him," Mike looks serious.
"You mean...fucking with another person?" I ask.
"Yeah."
"But...I thought Scott wanted it?" I rub it in.
"Yeah."
"I'm confused," I tell him.
"Me too."
Suddenly, Mike's phone rings.
"It's Scott," Mike says.
"Ok. Have fun. Thanks for the meal. I'm gonna go take a quick shower."
Scott-----
5 nights later...
"Hey Jase! How was work?" I greet him as he enters the house.
"Ugggh...I want to retire!" Jase complains.
"That bad huh?"
"Na, I just like to whine...heh heh."
"I know," I playfully agree.
"Bitch! Got you some boba drink. Here."
"Thanks! You're the best," I accept the offer.
"Hmmm...maybe I should cut back on this stuff...too much sugar and fat?"
"Oh please! Look at you, like a skeleton...you need to fatten up so that your husband doesn't complain about your skinny butt," Jase jests.
"What? He complained? What did he say? Lance? Tell me," I get antsy.
Jase looks around the living room.
"He's taking a shower. Come on...what happened?" I can't wait.
"Nothing. He's just afraid he might hurt you when he nails you. You've got a loving husband who cares for you dearly. No Lance. The dude hasn't appeared ever since I moved in, so don't get panic!"
"So...why did he talk to you about my butt?" I give Jase this incredulous look.
"What?" Jase gets shyly defensive all of a sudden, then he goes on, "He just casually said that he would want for you to have more fat around your butt so that he could go harder on you...humping...that's all."
"You and my husband talked about my butt. That's quiet intimate, eh," I sense something going on between them.
"What is wrong with you, Scott?"
"No. I'm not going to be upset if you guys...you know," I test him.
"It's not funny. No, we haven't done anything. get it out of your head."
"But you think he's hot? And, you want to?"
"He is hot, and everyone knows that. Duh! What does it have to do the price of tea in China? Ummmm...keep it up, I might steal him away from you. How about that?" Jase teases back.
"That can be hot," I feel a teensy bit of uneasiness, but I just want to go with the flow.
"You are unbelievable. This Latino guy has really turned you into a sex monster, eh. Don't neglect your husband," Jase laughs.
"I'm not neglecting him."
"Eh...just curious...did you and Juan, you know, fuck?" Jase is being nosy.
"Not telling."
"Come on," Jase insists.
"Hey Jase!" Mike surprises us.
"Oh what's up! I got you a boba drink as well," Jase blurts out.
"Cool thanks. Where's yours?"
"He's on a diet," I joke.
"Ha ha...if you so care about your body, Jase, then feel free to join me to do some work out," Mike offers.
"That's a good idea. I think Jase should join you when you go for a jog tomorrow," I rub it in, sticking my tongue out toward Jase.
"Yeah, let's do it. Alright, I'm going to be in my office for a while...need to finish work."
Jase gives me this shocking look with his mouth open.
"Like I've said, I'll be cool with things," I don't know why I've said that.
"Oh my, I've had enough with your craziness. Going to make a salad."
I've actually got excited and a bit fidgety about the prospect of something happening between them. It's hard to just dismiss it after what Mike and I have gone through with Lance.
That night while horsing around in bed, I'm taken back when my husband asks if things are fine between us.
"Yes, I'm happy...our lives...our relationship...the new stuff we do. Why?"
"Just asking. You know you're only 27. So, have fun while you are still young. I'm very fortunate that you chose an old guy like me as a husband."
"Of course! And, you're not that old! I love you even when you are in your 70s. You are mine."
"Even when I'm all wrinkly?" With that Mike starts tickling me.
"Stop it! Please!" I beg.
"So how is Jase? Is he giving you any trouble?" I ask.
"He's fine. Actually with him, I don't have to watch TV or do other things all by myself," Mike indicates.
I'm thinking in my head--other things? like jerking off or? Instead, I reply, "That's good! I'm glad everything works out fine."
"You wanna fool around?" Mike asks.
"Hmmm...can we do that at some other time? It's late."
"Ok," Mike turns off the light.
Jase-----
The next day...
"Are you ready for a jog?" Mike asks.
"Ohhh! Are you serious? I thought it was just a joke."
"Come on! A jog and fresh air are good for you."
"I just got off from work...a bit tired...how about this weekend?"
"You came home 2 hours ago! Come on, let's get moving before sunset. This is the best time to jog," Mike insists.
"Where to?"
"Just around a park nearby. Come on, chop-chop."
"Fine."
So there, Mike drives me to the park.
"This is a really nice park! Not too many people," I comment.
"It is nice. So, when was the last time you jog? I guess never?" Mike teases me.
"Stop it...don't remember," my face turns red.
Mike laughs then says, "I normally do 10 laps, but let's just do 5 today...since you're new."
Is it my imagination or Mike is actually going commando? Something substantial sways back and forth in those blue running shorts as he moves. I can reasonably spot what looks like a thick shaft attached to a mushroom head that is partially peeled back. Oh, it's the outline of his flaccid uncut cock. This is awkward. Why do I feel such a rush? My heart is pounding, making the workout a more arduous task. Nevertheless, I persevere and complete the set-out plan.
"That was excellent. Let's rest for a few minutes before we head back," Mike says as he settles lazily on the grass in a sitting position with his legs wide open.
Oh my god, I can literally see his left hairy ball sticking out of those shorts! Why is it happening to me? Why is the married dick of my best friend's husband all of a sudden so enticing? And then, Mike innocently scratches the sweaty ball while mumbling something to me! This worsens the situation as the tip of his cockhead is now ever slightly exposed! I can't concentrate on anything now. I must stop this.
"Are you ready to go? I'm kind of hungry," I rush him.
"Let's go," he replies.
"So you and Scott normally jog around the park, like, on most days? I casually ask Mike as he drives us home.
"Just me on most days. Scott is not really into exercise."
"I see, but he's so skinny, and he eats like a pig!" I joke.
"Ha ha. He probably got a good gene," Mike laughs.
"I bought some sushi, wanna share?" I offer Mike after we walk inside the house.
"I was thinking about a protein shake, but sure...yeah. Meet you in a bit; need to clean up."
"woohhh...you got enough to feed a family of 5 there," I hear Mike say as he walks into the living room.
"I want to save some for Scott and take some to work tomorrow...so it's not that much...heh heh," I reply.
"The sushi is good!" Mike praises.
"Thanks."
Scott-----
2 weeks later...
While at work, I suddenly have a craving for Mochi ice cream. If I remember correctly, there is still some in the freezer at home. I'd better ask Mike before I head to Trader Joe for some after work. I think it's okay to text for a while since work is a bit slow at this hour.
Me: Hey baby. Can you check to see if I still have some strawberry and green tea Mochi ice cream in the freezer?
It takes Mike about 30 minutes to reply, which is odd as he always answers my text promptly.
Mike: Oppps...all gone. Sorry.
Me: That's ok. They were good, weren't they? I'll get some more later after work.
Mike: Actually, Jase ate them.
Me: I told him not to eat reserved food!
Mike: Actually, I gave him an okay to eat your Mochi. If you are getting some later, get more since he likes it too.
Me: I'm not his mother; he can get it himself.
Shit! That must have come out a bit rude and uncaring. I don't know why, but it's just a natural instinct. I want to recant what I've said, but Mike beats me to it.
Mike: That was rude. You're moody all of a sudden. No problem...Jase and I can drop by Trader Joe after our jog. So you want strawberry and green tea? Anything else?
Me: Just the Mochi. I was just joking around : P
Me: You guys have been jogging together quite a bit, eh? Hanging out together...soon people will think he's your boyfriend...ha ha
Mike: Actually...remember the old couple we met a few months ago at the park? Well...I met them again just last week. Funny how they thought we were over, and Jase was my new boyfriend, ha ha.
Me: Ha ha...watch out!
I'm not sure if that was funny, and why didn't Mike tell me about this if it happened last week? Sometimes I hate my work schedules as they allow very little time for Mike and me to be together during certain days. Yes, I have more days off, but still. When I come home from work, I sleep. And, that's when he gets up. When I go to work in the late afternoon, he is all by himself. Well, that doesn't seem to be the case anymore with Jase around.
Mike: Ha ha...making him jog is a great idea of yours, honey. He definitely owes you a thank-you as I think he might have seen some results. Yeah, we do it on most weekdays but are thinking of extending it to weekends as well.
Me: Weekends? That's our time together.
Mike: Come on baby...we hardly do anything but sit our asses around the house or somewhere else lol. Besides, it's only for a few hours. You can come and join us. It's good for you.
Mike: Okay, can't chat now. Jase is ready to go. See you.
Me: Where are you guys going?
That question is left unanswered as Mike ends the chat just like that without the usual "love you."
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