Jack's point of view

"Here we are / Dear old friends / You and i drunk again / laughs have
been had / tears have been shed / maybe the whisky has gone to my head
/ but if i were gay / i would give you my heart / and if i were gay /
you'd be my work of art / and if i were gay / we would swim in romance
/ but im not gay / so get your hand out of my pants / its not that i
dont care / i do / i just dont see myself in you / another time another
scene / i'd be right behind you if you know what i mean / coz if i were
gay / i would give soul / and if i were gay / i would give you my
whole... being / and if i were gay / we would tear down the walls / But
I'm Not gay / so wont you stop cupping my Ba... Hand / we've never
hugged / we've never kissed / i've never been intimate with your fist /
you have opened brand new doors / get over here and drop ... your ...
Drawers!" -- Stephen Lynch

Rebecca was a tantalizing temptress with dark wavy hair that fell down
to the lower part of her back; her eyes were exotic and green, and she
would come over to my friend and mine apartment and I occasionally made
out with her when I was bored/horny/drunk. My friend Matt's girlfriend
was named Antara. She was a very curvy redhead with deep grey eyes
like the sea, and long long legs. Matt.. well, Matt was Matt, my best
friend in the whole world, my best friend since we were three.
Dishwater blonde hair, slate blue eyes, a hard looking body, and a
little bit above average height. Me, Jack, well, I'm skinny, like a
rail, close to Matt's height, and between the glasses, the curly
corkscrew brown hair and my dull brown eyes, I don't really think I'm
that much to look at, even though the ladies seem to like me.

I guess I'm feeling a little poetic after what has happened tonight..
this morning.. this day.. and the liquor even though it begins to wear
off is still affecting my typing.

Rebecca, I hadn't seen for quite some time. When she came bounding in
the apartment - for some reason I was dumb enough to have given her a
key - I felt a strange sort of boredom settle in. Rebecca, with all
her looks, and charm was beginning to grate on my nerves. She had
become a little too predictable, and a little too clingy. I liked her
yellow low cut crossover top that was too small for her luscious
mounds, I liked the fact her bra was too sheer and the nipples poked
out, and I liked it that her white skirt was a little too short, but
besides looking at her, I didn't feel my usual arousal. Maybe it was
the whiskey I had been drinking.

She didn't seem to notice my abnormal lack of arousal, for she threw
herself into my lap, and began to talk to me, small talk, pushing back
her shoulders intentionally to try and offer a better view of her
cleavage.

The talk was cut short, for Antara had come back from the kitchen with
another glass of whiskey for her and myself. Antara wore a very very
short hoodie that came down just below her very large breasts which
said across the back "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me",
and this was coupled with a short black cutoff denim skirt.

Seeing the two of us speaking, she walked to us, whiskey glass in one
hand, her hand unzipping the hoodie with the other hand. I looked at
her, head not drunk enough to notice that she wore a sheer black lacy
bra underneath the hoodie. Ignoring Rebecca, Antara leaned over her,
and kissed me right on the mouth. And not just a peck. My mouth was
open, in the middle of a sentence, so she slid her hot wet tongue in.

My eyes were still open and I saw Antara's large breasts almost pressed
into Rebecca's face. And to my astonishement, I witnessed Rebecca take
one of those nipples into her mouth and suckle it.

Well there the boredom was gone. In an instant.

I never for a once thought, "Oh no; this is Matt's girlfriend!" I
should have, probably, but I didn't.

I closed my eyes and moaned into Antara's mouth, my free arm reaching to
her breast, to mold the shape into my hand, to play with that
unoccupied nipple.

I felt Rebecca's hand move, and when I looked down, I realized that
Rebecca was sliding her hand up Antara's inner thigh, to rub her
intimately.

I felt myself growing hard, and so I slid my hand up Rebecca's short
skirt, and found her wet, naked and yielding under that bit of white
fabric.

I had fucked Becky "once" when we were very drunk, but most of the time,
the only thing that happened was we'd make out and she might throw me a
handjob or a blowjob. She'd never let me rub her like this, so openly,
let alone in front of someone else.

Antara moaned into my mouth as Rebecca rubbed her, and suckled her hard
teat. They both sounded so eager, and I couldn't help but get rigid
much faster than usual.

I was a little disppointed when Rebecca grabbed Antara's face to hers,
and began to french her right over me, but this gave me an opportunity
to suck on Antara's other lace covered nipple as I continued to play
with Rebecca's clit. After a while, I bravely pushed a finger inside
of her, and began to pump it lazily into her, feeling her muscles grab
me eagerly.

Rebecca was tight, and I yearned to stick my cock deep inside her.
Instead, I snuck another finger inside of her, and continued to pump
into her as I bounced my thumb on her clit.

Rebecca, repositioned herself in one fluid movement to rub Antara's
pussy with her other hand. Then with her free hand, she unzipped my
pants and began to stroke my uncircumcised cock.

I moaned over Antara's nipple eagerly, eliciting a moan from Antara.

Once Antara had me at full attention, the girls sat on either side of me
on the couch, locked eyes meaningfully, and proceeded to make out over
me. Antara pulled open that yellow crossover top, probably ruining it
for life, making Rebecca's big breasts pop out into daylight, the white
bra with the front closure just begging to be released. I didn't touch
it, though.

I slid my hands up the thighs of either lady and proceeded to rub them
generously. They were both very wet; weeping into my hands.

In reward, each of the girls took a turn rubbing my big eager cock and
my sensitive balls in a constant motion, one after the other.

Antara finally found that pesky front closure to Rebecca's bra, and
released Antara's hot luscious mounds to the air. I gasped in
excitement. Then it was Rebecca's turn to release Antara's bra, and
they came bouncing free.

I took turns on both of their nipples, and they took turns on each
others, but not mine.

I didn't complain.

Just when I thought I would come all over those hot breasts between the
two servicing my cock, Rebecca looked at Antara.

"Poor guy, feels like he's going to explode." Rebecca said with a pout
on her face.

"Well we can't leave him in such pain, can we?" Antara suggested,
shoving her nipple into my mouth, for her to suck on me, as she milked
my fingers with her strong pussy muscles, and moaned eagerly, flooding
over my hand.

"No no no...." Rebecca returned, reaching her climax over my fingers as
well.

"Oh you keep rubbing Rebecca," Antara encouraged, leaning over my cock,
and shoving it between her big breasts.

My cock was big enough, that it still poked her in the chin. When she
leaned over and breathed on it, touching the very tip on that purple
helmet I thought I would explode directly into her throat.

Rebecca kissed me, and rode my fingers like they were a cock, massaging
her own breasts as Antara licked every milimeter of my helmet with
agonizing detail.

Rebecca, then pulled her mouth from mine and watched, amused, as Antara
tasted my cock. She took Antara's nipples into her tiny hands,
wrenching on them, making them hard like little volcanoes. Just as
soon as I was completely distracted by Antara's nipples, I felt
Antara's mouth envelop the whole helmet of my cock. She shoved the
whole two inches she could fit into my mouth without moving her
breasts, and she began to french kiss that portion, rolling her tongue
about my cock like it was another tongue. And the suction was
incredible. It was beyond words.

When she pulled back enough so that the warmth of her enormous breasts
weren't wrapped tightly about my cock, She took her tongue and
delicately investigated my whole cock, followed by the balls, and then
she even snuck down to my anus which made me jump. No one had ever
done that to me.

"Oh.. you like that," she purred, working a hand over my cock as she
tantalized my asshole.

Slowly she worked back up to my cock again, but by this point, Rebecca
was getting impatient. She pushed Antara away, and took her position,
laying stomach down on the couch, her skirt flying up to remove her
bare ass. Antara, not to be dettered from getting some satisfaction,
seated herself behind Rebecca, and slowly began to investigate her
intimately with her tongue.

As Antara began to suckle the juices from Rebecca's other lips, Rebecca
was slowly pushing all of my big cock that she could fit in her mouth.
She made eager noises, and massaged my balls as she sucked, and I
encouraged her with my hand threaded into her beautiful dark hair at
the base of the skull.

I tried to hold out, I really did, but I probably only made it two
minutes before I began to come deep into Rebecca's mouth.

She tried to pull up off my cock when she realized what was happening,
but I felt my hand placed at the base of her neck push down gently, but
firmly and I shot all my hot semen into her pretty little mouth, making
her take it. Sputtering at first, I then felt her pretty little mouth
chugging down my sperm, and what do you know? She began to clean me up
with that same hot tongue afterwards, as Antara continued to eat her
out.

I was beginning to get hard again, when I saw the two throw themselves
at each other, and they kissed each other and began to finger one
another. Then, before I knew it, they were both pushing up skirt,s and
tearing off clothes and they were 69ing on our couch.

I tried to reach and pet them a few times, but they pushed me away. I
guess they were too into each other.

Knowing I would probably just end up jacking off, and knowing I didn't
like watching girls eat each other out, I grabbed my whiskey, and
headed up stairs.

I had pounded a good bit of whiskey before I stumbled into Matt's room.
I threw myself on the bed, pants still hanging about my hips and open,
and I asked him what he was watching on tv.

Aimless wandering conversations ended up relevant to what was on tv..
some weird gay fashion show. Apparently the only good thing on at
midnight.

Maybe it was the whiskey, but I noticed Matt. His hair wasn't exactly
dishwater. It was more golden than that odd almost grey. And his
eyes, were a slate blue, but such an exotic and enchanting color.

I guess I didn't realize when we had stopped talking or when I had
started staring at him, but when he pulled me to him, and he pressed
his mouth against mine, I didn't fight it. This was my best friend.
If I was going to try this with anyone, it had to be him. I don't
think that was exactly what was running through my head, but I do
remember thinking he was an excellent kisser.

We had never done anything like this before. I had never been with a
man, and I couldn't believe it was happening, but at the same time, I
couldn't stop him.

When his hand circled around my already aroused cock, I didn't know if I
should just shoot my load right then, or wait and see what would come.

I waited, though I don't know how or why.

He began to lazily stroke my cock with one hand, but soon I found his
other hand in mine, and he was sliding it into his boxer shorts.

"Stroke me, Jack..." He purred, tasting like himself as I
leaned in for another kiss, and did as he asked.

His cock felt different than mine. It wasnt' as big, and it was
circumcized. It felt exotic. It felt exciting. It made my cock
harder just holding his hardening cock in my hand.

I began to stroke, unsure of what he wanted, but sure of what I usually
liked.

I moaned as we came to be stroking together in rhythym.

Then, once again, I thought I would cum, but he pulled back a moment.

"What do you want?" He asked, unbuttoning my flannel, exposing my bony
body.

"Whatever you want." I breathed, not sure this was true.

He began to kiss me, then kissed my neck, my chest, my hard sensitive
nipples, my stomach, and then, then he kissed the head of my penis.

"You are so big," he breathed before rubbing the head against his lips,
like lipstick, his tongue flicking out to moisten the head of it. I
moaned. Before I could say something in opposition, he began to push
inch by inch of my cock into his mouth. He managed to fit 3/4 of it,
before hitting the back of his throat. He also started to massage my
balls, like I liked it, though I didn't know how he knew I liked it
that way.

"Ohhhhh Matt..." I moaned, lightly flexing my hips to shove my cock a
little deeper into his throat with each hump.

He worshipped that cock with his mouth, until once again I thought I
would come.

Then he pulled away.

I looked at him, confused. "Do you want me to jack off the rest?"
Maybe he had gotten scared; maybe he didn't want to taste me?

"No.. He put himself on his hands and knees, his cock hard between his
legs.

"I want you to make love to me," Matt confessed. When I didn't move
right away, he breathed: "Slide your trunk into me, Jack."

So I looked at him, and I decided to try... I was already more aroused
than I had ever been in my life. What's the worst thing that could
happen?

I looked at his asshole, and positioned myself behind him. Gently I
pushed my cock at it, not thinking it would fit in there. I thought I
was probably far too big, but I waited for him to relax, and sure
enough, I was able to start sliding it into him.

Slowly, I waited for him to accomodate for my size, as I gently
introduced more and more into him, until I felt my full size embedded
deep within him. I felt his muscles contract around me, and I began to
pump lazily in and out as I reached around him and began to stroke him.

I felt his cock twitching in my hand, wanting release, but for some
reason he waited.

I wasn't as patient. I began to quicken my paces. His moaning spurred
me on, for with each stroke he moaned louder.

"Oh Matt!" He cried, taking me over the edge as I pushed myself hard
into him one last time, my hot cum filling him.

Once I was cumming, he was moaning continuously.

And then I felt his cock dancing in my hand as he spurt out his own hot
semen.

Afterwards, we lay together, looking dreamily into each other's eyes for
a while. Or at least until he passed out from the amount of liquor he
had embibed.

Yes! This is what I had been waiting for, my heart pounded and screamed
at me in my chest. This is what my boring life needed. HOT COCK!!!

Now if only I can tell him when he wakes up. If only he'll remember
when we're sober.

If only...

And if not, I'll just have to pretend he didn't make me so gay in so
many different ways.