Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2016 16:41:08 +0000 (UTC) From: simon peter Subject: Sharing Is Caring Dear Reader This story, like many of my other stories, has elements that are based on real personal experiences. However, the names and places are all fictitious. If you feel like sending me a comment, negative or positive, please do so: simon23232@yahoo.com I would love to read your comments and suggestions. Also, very importantly, please donate to keep nifty going. Thanks. Simon Sharing Is Caring By Simon Peter We are making out on my sofa-bed in my small studio apartment. It's Saturday afternoon and Steve and I have just come back from a gym workout. I'm Eddie, 26 years old, 180 centimeters tall (5 9), slim, with hairy chest, green eyes, black hair, cut fairly short. I wear eyeglasses that give me this intellectual look. I have a job in sales but I am focusing more on working towards my MBA. I am also a bisexual. Steve, on the other hand, is an undergraduate at the same university I go to. I have seen him a few times on campus, but not too often since we have different schedules. We have had coffee together in the cafeteria and have gotten to know each other fairly well before we have bumped into each other in the gym. I am not a physical, muscle-focused person. But I have agreed to join a gym after a lot of prodding from Melanie, the girl I am currently involved with. Steve is almost as tall as I am, but he is 4 years younger and is more heavily built. He has blond hair and clear blue eyes. His body is fairly smooth, compared to mine, and he trims his pubes! Steve is gay. Until we met in the gym, I hadn't figured Steve to be gay. He is definitely not effeminate-which is a general misconception that effeminate guys are gay or that gays are effeminate. In my experiences, I have discovered that this is one of those faulty stereotyping judgments, very close to claiming that blondes are dumb. Around two weeks ago, as I was jogging on the treadmill, Steve walked in and started the treadmill next to mine. It was a pleasant surprise for me, especially since this was the first time I saw him in training shirt and shorts. I felt a bit embarrassed by my skinny-I prefer to use the word "slim"- physique in comparison to his hunk body. Up till then, I had enjoyed his company as a nice undergrad kid. I was attracted by his looks, but Melanie and I were going strong together and I wasn't about ready to enter into another relationship. Later, in the gym showers, Steve displayed his gay tendencies when he noticed my erection. I have this habit of getting a hard-on under the shower which sometimes I masturbate and other times I forcefully ignore. Steve's interest didn't evolve into anything serious. He approached me tentatively, knowing I was dating a girl, and showed his interest by appreciating my dick, touching it, and eventually giving it a few strokes, all the while watching for my reaction. When I invited him over to my apartment this afternoon, he willingly accepted. So, Steve and I are on the sofa-bed kissing, his hand is rubbing on my erected cock inside my sweatpants. My hand is on the inside of his thigh, massaging it lightly up and down, sliding it under his shorts up to his balls, engulfed inside his jock briefs. I am going free-ball, which appears to thrill Steve since he can feel the heat of my 20-centimeter cock (8 inches) through the sweatpants fabric. We are so into each other that when we hear the exclamation of "Oh!" we jump up in surprise. Melanie is standing just inside the door to the apartment (I have given her a spare key-big, stupid mistake that I will never ever repeat) and she has used it without knocking. We face each other: Melanie with wide, shocked eyes, Steve and I blushing and my sweatpants tenting. "Hi, honey," I finally manage to croak. "This is Steve, a friend." "Oh!" she repeats behind the hand clasped to her mouth. I move towards her. She steps back, her back at the door. "Eddie," she mumbles from behind her hand, "is this what I think it is?" "Baby," I grope into my mind for something reasonable to say, but finding nothing there to help me out, I decide to just blurt out the truth. "Honey, you know how much I am into you, right?" Her response is zombie-like, her eyes getting wider. I continue, "Also you realize that our relationship has been very satisfying so far." Her eyebrows rise noticeably, and she points at Steve with a shaky finger. "And what, then, would you call that?" she manages to find her voice. "Baby," I try to be appeasing. "You and me, we are not married. Let's just sit and talk, ok?" She hesitantly takes a few steps into the apartment and sits in one of the chairs facing the sofa. Wow! I feel like I have just crossed a huge hurdle. Melanie has not expressed her feelings yet, but the fact the she has not burst out of the apartment, crying and flailing her arms in shock and disgust, is quite telling. She is ready to "talk about it." Steve and I sit on the sofa-bed facing Melanie. She looks at us, moving her eyes from one to the other. She has this unbelieving expression on her face. I decide to shut my mouth and give her time to take in the situation. A few uneasy moments pass. Then Melanie says, "Eddie, you are bisexual; and your friend here is gay." She says this as a statement of fact rather than a question or accusation. I let out a deep breath, and I reach for my Winstons, taking out a cigarette with a shaking hand that I cannot control. I use the time of lighting the cigarette and inhaling the smoke to avoid responding to what she has said. "Can I have one of those?" she asks pointing at my cigarette pack. "Melanie, since when do you smoke?" I hand her the packet. Slowly, she takes out a cigarette, lights it, puffs out the smoke-which shows that she isn't really a smoker-and looks me straight in the eye. "Since I discovered that my boyfriend has a boyfriend!" I have to hand it to Steve. Throughout all of this, he has managed to remain totally silent, trying to be as small and as "not there" as possible. He is letting Melanie and me work out the situation. I give a nervous snort. What can I say to this? It's true. Melanie hit it right on. I watch her snub out the cigarette in the ashtray disgustingly, stand up and approach us. "Move over, Eddie," she orders me as she squeezes her petite body on the other side of me. She turns my head to her and tentatively licks at the corner of my mouth. I return her gesture by placing my lips on hers and probing into her mouth. I'm thinking, Shit! This is fucking hot! I jump as I feel Steve's hand on my crotch. Fuck me! This is beyond my dreams. I've watched a couple of porn movies of "ménage-a-troi" kind of thing. I have been quite turned on by the scenes of a woman being shared by two men. But this is sort of different. Oh, man! This is happening here, in my apartment, to me! I am the one being "shared." Unbelievable! Fucking hot! Steve suddenly stands up, and we break. "Eddie," he says as he looks down at us. "Is there anything to drink around here? I'm kind of thirsty." Steve impresses me. He realizes that Melanie has become amenable to this situation, and he is now making sure that it turns out to be a relaxed, comfortable experience for the three of us. "Help yourself, buddy. There should be something in the fridge." "Can you get me a coke, Steve?" Melanie says, cool as a cucumber, her hand resting on my thigh. She is acting coquettish, emphasizing the fact that she is also comfortable. Silently, I close my eyes and thank Steve from the bottom of my heart-as well as from my dick and balls! Steve comes back with three cokes. We sip, relaxing back on the sofa-bed. I light another cigarette. Now I am more with it. The situation has been somewhat resolved and I'm excited as hell, thinking of what is going to follow. Both Steve and Melanie seem to be comfortable with each other. She looks across at him, sizing him, and says, smilingly, "So where have you two met?" "The gym," both Steve and I say together, and we laugh. "Oh! Totally my fault," Melanie smiles sweetly. "I made Eddie join the gym. But I haven't ever expected the results to be like this." The atmosphere is very relaxed now. Hmmm. I seem to be the center of attraction here. There are two hot people, a girl and a guy, who want me sexually, and I feel I have to start taking control. Setting my coke on the center table, I pull them off the sofa-bed with both hands. "Time to have more room," I explain as I pull down the back of the sofa-bed. It turns into the bed I sleep in. I look at them, and they are both smiling. Steve has his hand wrapped around Melanie's waist. They look like sisters- or brothers! So, ok, they both want me. Here I am, then. I strip. I am fully naked as I lie on my back on the bed, resting my head on the pillow, my hands under my head, my cock already hard and plastered to my belly, my hairy legs spread. I seem to tell them: Here I am folks. Use me. They don't waste time. I watch them strip each other. I have seen both of them naked. But the fact that they are taking each others' clothes off turns me on more. Melanie climbs onto the bed on one side of me; Steve is already on the other side. We start kissing: all three of us, licking and sucking on lips and tongues. It is difficult to tell who is kissing whom. But there is one leg crossing my thighs from each side. Steve wraps his leg on top of my upper thigh, just under my balls; Melanie's leg is pressing on my cock and lower abdomen, rubbing gently. I moan with pleasure. As if by prior agreement, they both start licking down my chest. Melanie removes her leg off my dick and grips it with one hand, looking at Steve. Steve responds to the invitation by bending over and taking the head into his mouth. I arch my back as I feel the warm wetness of his mouth. Melanie also slides down and starts on my balls. I'm being fucking serviced! I buck and grind in response, with Steve going down the shaft and Melanie sucking on my mushroomed cockhead. My hands are on their heads, playing with their hair, goading them onto my sex tool. My cock is slick with spit, so are my hairy balls. We are breathless! I need to fuck. But who? Hmmm. Man, oh man, this is so weird. Steve and Melanie are kissing each other down there, at my cock and balls. Steve is stroking his hard dick while Melanie is rubbing her hand between her thighs. I pull them up to me. Steve lies on top of me and Melanie is plastered against my side. I reach down and place my hand on her sex. She is already wet. Steve is humping my cock with his. Oh, fuck! I probe Melanie's vagina lips with my fingers, finding her little clitoris. It is hard and wet under my middle finger and I rub it gently. She moans and grinds. Turning my head sideways to her, I kiss her and insert the tip of my finger inside her pussy. She moans into my mouth with desire. Meanwhile, Steve has managed to fish out a condom from somewhere and is rolling it on my cock. He applies spit up and down my hard dick and onto his crack, raises his butt, and, facing me, he lowers himself on my dick. As I enter him, he cries out but keeps pressing down, and I slide all the way up his ass. His hands are behind him spreading his ass cheeks to give me better access to his hole. I look at Melanie to gauge her reaction. Although I have wanted to ass-fuck her, it hasn't happened yet. I can tell that this is a very new, and most probably strange, experience for her. But I must say, she is proving to be a very open-minded person. Sharing her boyfriend with another guy, watching as her boyfriend's cock disappears into the other guy's ass, and being totally turned on by this, she is really something! As I buck up to meet Steve's downward moves, thrusting deeper, Melanie licks her way down my hairy chest, following the trail, and eventually licks Steve's erect cock and then starts to push down on him with her mouth. Fuck! She is blowing him! I watch her head bobbing on his cock, and my excitement is doubled, no, tripled. I pound up harder into Steve's ass. He is arching his back; his hands are supporting his weight on my thighs as he rides my cock and meets my thrusts, also allowing Melanie more access to his now fully-erect dick. She has blown me a few times before, but, during those times, I thought she was doing it only to please me. Now, I don't think she gives a fuck about pleasing Steve, and she can tell I am more engrossed in fucking than in watching, although I was enjoying both immensely. What! She is definitely enjoying blowing a stranger! I keep working her pussy with my finger as I fuck Steve. He is riding on my dick as if we were in a rodeo. I pull Melanie's mouth off his cock and make her straddle my upper chest, just below my chin. Using both hands, I pull her towards my face, her pussy so inviting and glistening with her juices. I lick between her vagina lips, around the clitoris, into her pussy. Steve bends over, moving his hands onto my chest for support, and licks and kisses the back of Melanie's neck as he bobs up and down my cock. My tongue flicks at her love spot faster. Suddenly, she freezes and with a squeaky scream, she orgasms on my face! The taste of her warm juice excites me so much that I pound Steve with one final thrust and erupt in his ass. I can feel the condom stretching with my cum. Melanie slumps down, supporting herself on the bed headboard, her pussy and ass and breast just over my face. As I flex inside Steve's ass, I watch him stroke and shoot his load on my body. Some of his squirts hit Melanie's back and trickle down to my chest. We finally separate. Steve climbs off my cock which exits his hole with a popping sound. Melanie rolls over to the other side. We are all breathing fast and hard. "Eddie," Melanie mumbles breathlessly, "why don't you make me orgasm like this more often?" I have no answer for that. But being flippant after a hot fuck session, I say, "Maybe it's because you watched Steve riding my cock?" She slaps me on my chest. "Ouch!" I cry out playfully, smirking at her. "Perhaps you are right," she adds. Steve joins in, "Well, then, since I seem to be the aphrodisiac here, we can do this more often." We are all in agreement as we smile stupidly at each other.