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Chapter 5 by GrandoArdens GrandoArdens

Who, indeed?

Why not both?

[Things are gonna get kinda gay, fellas. Well, bi. Move along if you're not into it, but don't knock it till you try it. You never know...]

"Actually," you stroke your chin with one hand and the bulge in your jeans with the other, "I think I want to play with both of you."

Jacob wrestles his pants back on and takes a deep, slightly panicked breath. "B-both of us? Of course, sir. I guess, uh, Matthias can hold down the fort for a few minutes..."

Across the room, an obviously stoned young man who must've been Matthias stares blissfully into the middle distance, clearly preoccupied with a higher plane of being.

"Sure, he can," you smile, Dukes-of-Hazzarding over the counter and ushering Jacob and Mindy toward the door to the back room he'd indicated earlier.


The back room is surprisingly sparse. There's a bank of file cabinets along one wall and a few folding chairs leaning against another, but otherwise the wood-paneled walls and recently-shampooed carpet are completely bare. Jacob locks the door behind you and clears his throat nervously.

"Now, I am happy to help in any way you like, but, um...."

"You've never been with another dude before?"

"I have not."

"Me neither, actually. I've never been with anyone before. I just figured I'd sample one of each for my first time. What about you, Mindy?"

"Well," she pauses for a second, blushing. "I got drunk one night freshman year and made out with my roommate..."

"But that's it?"

She nod.

"Okay, then," you laugh, "we'll start slow. You two get on your knees and pull my pants down, please."

Two pairs of hands fumble awkwardly at your belt and fly, but before long your jeans are in a pool around your ankles and your dick, pointing straight ahead, is making an obvious tent out of your boxers.


Now what should they do?

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