Wake Chris up

You head for the last guest room, the sunroom in the front of the house, where Chris has been staying. You open the French doors slowly, hoping to surprise your former boyfriend.

You stand with your mouth open at the scene before you. You and Alex put a futon mattress on the floor in here. The sheets are a tangled mess. In the middle of them sits Dave getting a blow job from Chris. Dave's eyes are closed, and he moans quietly. Chris' head is bobbing up and down, taking Dave's full eight inch length into his mouth. You never knew Chris was bi.

There was that one experiment in college while you were going out, when the two of you had a threesome with another guy -- Bob was his name. But you never repeated it, and Chris had made noises about how uncomfortable he was when Bob sucked his cock. Apparently, Chris got over his issues with it.

You just stand and watch, getting hornier as Dave gets closer to blowing. You knew Dave was bisexual. Your clit starts itching and you start rubbing it.

"Oh, my God, Chris! Take it! Take it! I'm coming!" Dave shouts before a low growl rumbles in his chest. His hips bounce up and his body shakes. Chris is slurping loudly now.

You moan when you slip two fingers inside your well-lubricated slit. Both men look at you, Chris turning to the noise -- Dave's shaft slipping from his lips, and Dave just opening his eyes.

"Willow!" they extol in unison, shit-eating grins on their faces. They get up off the bed. Your eyes follow the lean lines of Chris' body, and his cock, stiff and fat. Dave's cock is wilting, but still impressive. You lick your lips.

"Chris! When did you start sucking cock?"

The men surround you in a group hug, and you delight to feel their naked bodies.

"It took awhile after college, but I couldn't get cock out of my head. I've been actively bi for a couple years now." You hug each other close and his hardness pokes your hip.

"It's so good to have you all here," you say, beaming at the two of them.