Summer Cockbuster, Part 7: Hot and Messy

The Thai takeout was getting cool on the kitchen counter. The chilled bottle of Gewurtraminer was getting warm. And Jeff and I were getting off.Our action was almost as hot as the lingering mid-September heatwave; side by side on the living room carpet, sucking each other synchronously. This was our favorite position, and we did it pretty regularly, knowing just how to bring each other to quick simultaneous orgasm.After stuffing our mouths with each other's noodles, we bolted down a couple glasses of wine each, the acid breaking up the cum coating our mouths, and stuffed our mouths with Pad Thai noodles. With the heatwave about to break, and a much cooler, fall-like forecast for the upcoming week, we had decided to get out on the town and say farewell to summer.We were entering new territory, having only ever been "together" during summertime. Our initial encounter together had been several summers ago, an unexpected blowjob swap in the back of a (non-adult) movie theater. More recently, we'd spent the past two summers as constant companions, with a nine-month gap between as we finished our senior years at different colleges. Now we'd graduated, and had jobs, and were continuing our relationship beyond the sweaty confines of summer.I say "relationship," because it was something more than just being best friends. It might sound like a number of relationships I'd had with women, in the sense that we spent most of our free time together and also had sex whenever we felt like it, but it was definitely less on the touchy-feely side. No staring into each other?s eyes over candlelit dinners while we held hands across the table. No cuddling on the couch watching rom-coms. No long makeout sessions (we only ever kissed when one of us actually had the other?s dick inside him). And Jeff was certainly not interested in long talks about our feelings. We barely talked about our status at all.Most of our time together was spent watching sports on TV, going to bars, riding bicycles, playing golf and tennis, hitting the swimming pool, just ordinary best-guy-friend stuff. Plus regular blowjobs and buttfucks whenever we felt like it. I had no complaints.Anyway, we headed downtown and hit a sports bar for a while, and then Jeff dragged me to a nearby strip club. I admit I enjoyed the show more than I expected. Although I enjoyed all the contact I'd been getting with Jeff's body these last three months, there was still something about the curves and jiggles of the female form that captivated me.The gyrating naked women, and Jeff?s comments about what he?d like to do to them, were getting me worked up. Maybe I was craving variety after Side escort twelve weeks of Jeff?s dick, Jeff?s dick and more of Jeff?s dick. Anyway, I could already feel a little precum dampening a spot on my underwear. We were both pretty horned up. Knowing that later on I?d be getting even more of - you guessed it - Jeff?s dick, I started dropping hints that we should head out soon so we could get started.As we were finishing up our drinks, Jeff slammed his empty glass on the table and declared, ?We should go pick up some chicks.??What? You don?t just go ?pick up chicks,' dumbshit. It doesn?t work that way. It's not like there's vending machine full of women just waiting to go home with you."?I?ve known lots of guys who will decide to go out and pick someone up, and they always bring a girl home.?"I know guys like that too. Have you seen them?" I chided. "They are not us.??It?s all about having the right attitude, man. Being confident.??Oh really? And how many times have you ever taken a woman home from a bar???Never say never.??You just said never, times two. Which is exactly correct.??I?m still telling you, it?s all in the attitude. You just have to want it enough.??Well, I?m sure you want it enough. So do I, maybe. But that still doesn?t make it happen.??Aww, come on. Let?s go to ?? I must have made a face at the mention of the area's cheesiest nightclub. ?Oh, don?t give me that look. It's like a vending machine with chicks! The place is always crawling with hotties."?Sure it is. Hot babes looking for guys hotter than us.??All it takes is one, you know.??You mean two.??Or one! We can share!? Slyly he added, "We've done that before, you know"."And how did that turn out, by the way?"In fact, the last time either one of us had sex with a woman had been a threesome with Jeff's last girlfriend Tammi, at the beginning of the summer. Although I certainly enjoyed aspects of the experience - not least because she was smoking hot - she was really cucky about the whole thing, in a way that I thought was degrading to him. Ultimately, the encounter made Jeff realize Tammi didn't respect him, and that ended their relationship. I felt almost as guilty as turned-on by the memory.Almost."Well yeah, sure, we broke up. But I don't have anyone to break up with now, so what do we have to lose? I'd say it turned out great anyway. Especially for you. You got to bang my cheerleader girlfriend right in front of me, and I got to blow you in front of her. That?s winning all around. I don't feel bad about it, why should you? Besides, we can find somebody better than Tammi.""Really?" I asked skeptically. "That manavgat escort bayan is not the place I would look for women of quality.""C'mon, it'll be fun.??Okay, fine,? I relented, realizing he was going to get his way on this.?Half an hour is all I ask,? he added.?Yeah, right," I muttered, wondering how much longer than that we'd actually be there."What?s that?""Yeah, let's go!" I exclaimed more loudly, but sarcastically.Electronic music was pumping as we got there, and despite myself I felt my body swaying to the beat. I couldn?t help surveying all the hot women in there, and maybe even spotted one or two eyeing me. Or us. Still, I felt sure we wouldn?t be bringing anyone extra home with us. No way hell was going to freeze over on a sultry night like this.As I set my drink down on the table, Jeff placed his hand on my back and pushed me towards the crowded dance floor. ?Cmon, let?s get ourselves out there."We squeezed our way into the writhing mass of flesh, bumping against male and female bodies alike. More than once I found myself dancing in front of a beautiful lady, yelling small talk to hear each other over the din, or just smiling at each other. It did feel invigorating.Hey, maybe something could happen.Hey, maybe monkeys could fly out of my butt.After a while, I noticed Jeff been talking to one woman for a couple of minutes. I worked my way over to them and was surprised to see that I knew her too; my college friend Beth. It looked as if they already knew each other, which seemed odd. She had gone to my college, not his.?You two know each other?? I asked Jeff.They exchanged a look that told me they knew each other, all right.In other words, both of us had slept with her.Beth requires some explanation. I had never known her to date anyone. Maybe once every few months she'd sleep with a guy, but that was it. I knew this because we had taken a number of classes together and had become longtime friends. Even so, it was somewhat surprising that she would confide in a guy about her infrequent exploits, but she did. These rare few men got to fulfill their wildest dreams for a night. Bondage, watersports, spanking, pegging, public sex under the basketball bleachers: she'd done it all, even though she had probably not slept with more than fifteen guys during college - and never the same guy twice.Most women seem to have a "type", or maybe a few preferred types of guys. With Beth, it was a completely different kind of guy every time. It was as if she wanted sample every type - once. While she was at it, she'd also sample whatever kind of kinky sex they dreamed of.In Escort alanya my senior year, I'd been lucky enough to become part of her "sample." I wasn't sure what made her pick me that horny night - after all, for me, every night was horny - but she indulged my desires as no woman had: fucking in several positions that I hadn't done before, spanking each other's asses, exchanging lots of oral sex, and even eating my cum out of both her mouth and her pussy. Not as wild as a lot of her conquests, I suppose, but that night covered a bunch of stuff I'd wanted to try with women and hadn?t managed to.Then the following week, it was as if nothing had changed. Our friendship was exactly the same as before. That was Beth for you.It didn't take long to figure out how she knew Jeff too. I remembered that Beth had transferred to my school for sophomore year; only now did I realize it was Jeff?s school where she?d gone as a freshman.And although I hadn?t realized it was the same Beth, I already knew the story of their encounter. He?d told it to me because it had been his first time with a woman. He had never since met a woman as enthusiastic in bed. Heck, neither had I. Nice for him that he'd had such a good teacher.As we caught up on each other's post-college lives, Beth asked about our relationship statuses. We each said we?d been hanging out with someone for a couple of months, but nothing too serious.?That?s convenient timing for both of you. Lots of double dates then???Well, not exactly,? we both replied, maybe exchanging a sheepish look.Beth?s eyes nearly exploded. Open wide, they darted back and forth and her finger pointed to one of us and then the other. ?Wait, wait, wait a minute. You?re going out with EACH OTHER???Well, I don?t know what you'd call it?? replied Jeff."Okay, I get it," Beth replied slyly. "Duly noted." Speaking behind her hand conspiratorially, she added, "But if you?re looking for a third guy for a threesome, you are definitely in the wrong bar.?We all laughed.?Well, since I have been with both of you - I mean, that's obviously not a secret at this point - let me just say I would not have called that one.? she said. "I?m a little sorry we women are losing two guys as good you.??Who says you?re losing us?? Jeff demanded.?Oh, be still my throbbing...? she stammered.She grabbed one of each of our hands, pulled herself closer and breathed into both our ears, ?You still like women?? We nodded. Mischievously she added, "What a foolish assumption. I hope there's some way I can convince you to forgive me," she cajoled, coaxing us out to the dance floor as a pumping dance number started up.She bumped hips alternately with each of us, frequently touching our hands or otherwise making physical contact. It wasn?t overtly sexual, but it sure was sensual. It was too loud to talk for a few minutes, but Beth?s eyes spoke volumes. She clearly wanted to seduce us. And we wouldn't require much convincing.