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I woke up the next morning with an itch on my butthole. I don’t know if Blake had stretched it out or what, but it was pretty hard to ignore. I didn’t want to make things weird with Amy, so tried to hide it as best I could. I retreated to the bathroom to scratch it, but when I did, I felt like I couldn’t stop. The next thing I knew, I was stroking my cock with one hand and servicing my hole with the other. It didn’t feel quite as good as what I’d gotten the night before, but I still couldn’t resist.

I had two fingers up my butt when I went over the edge. My ass muscles clamped down on my fingertips, and a wave of pleasure coursed through my body. I had to force myself to stay quiet, to make sure Amy wouldn’t hear, as I busted my nut all over myself.

Just then, Amy banged on the door. “Are you in there?” she asked.

I swallowed. “Ah… yeah,” I said. “One sec. I just took a big dump.”

“Well, wipe your ass and get out of there,” she said. “We need to talk.”

I didn’t like the sound of that, though I wasn’t exactly surprised. I cleaned up my jizz as fast as I could, and I flushed it down the toilet. I also sprayed some air freshener, partly to cover up any cum smell, but also to back up my story. Then I washed my hands and stepped outside.

Amy was sitting in the kitchen. She’d poured me a coffee, and she was nursing a cup of her own. “So,” she said, but then she paused and cleared her throat. “We should probably agree on some ground rules.”

“Ground rules?”

“Well yeah. You know how I feel about this stuff. Sex positivity I mean. I don’t want either of us to be shy about what we like… though I also don’t want to fuck things up between us.”

I picked up my cup. “Okay,” I said, “so what do you have in mind?”

“For starters,” she said, “we should fuck each other every chance we get. The last thing we need is to get sexually frustrated.”

“Well… you know I’m not gonna object to that—”

“Plus we can always watch each other’s porn.”

I snorted into my coffee. “Uh— what?”

“I used to think it was a cliché, for a guy like you to be into lesbian porn. But now… I guess I can relate on a whole new level. Like you’re starting to relate to my love of dick.”

“I-I wouldn’t exactly put it that way….”

“Are you saying you don’t want to watch porn together?”

“Well no….”

“Is there something in your stash that you don’t want me to see? Or do you not want to see what’s in mine?”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. “I mean… not exactly—”

“I think it’d be fun. It would definitely spice things up, and it wouldn’t be that risky. Am I missing something?”

I wasn’t sure what I should say. “I-I guess when you put it like that,” I said, “I mean yeah, that’d be cool.” Then I basically bit my tongue.

I knew we’d eventually need to talk about Blake and Veronica. There was obviously no denying what had happened. Veronica had taken care of Amy in a way I never could. And to be honest, Blake had taken care of me too, using equipment Amy didn’t have. Not that Amy and I weren’t still into each other: I still wanted to fuck her as badly as ever, and as far as I could tell, the feeling was mutual. But still, sooner or later, we’d need to ask ourselves if and how we’d want more same-sex action.

At that point, though, I wasn’t about to turn down sex with my girl. So I took full advantage: I banged her that morning before we left the house. And that night after we got home. And at least once a day for the rest of the week.

I did want to play with her vibrator some more, but I couldn’t bring myself to say so. I almost wanted her to fuck me with a strap-on; the problem was that she didn’t actually own one, so I thought about buying one online though I never actually did it.

That weekend, Amy and I tried out her other idea. We connected our computers to the TV, and we walked each other through our porn collections.

Amy being Amy, her stuff was all organized. She’d practically built a database for herself. She could pull up any one of her favorite porn stars, sex acts, studios, or whatever else you could think of. She could even tell me the guys’ backstories: one dude had started as a webcam model, and another had gotten into porn because of an ex. Not to mention one who’d caused a scandal since his dad was in politics.

As for me, my porn stash was just whatever turned me on. Like girls fucking in bed. Or girls fucking by the pool. Or fucking in the bathroom. Basically, girls fucking wherever you could think of.

“You are such a man!” Amy said. “It’s like all you care about is getting off.”

“It’s porn,” I said. “Isn’t that the point?”

Amy rolled her eyes. “Okay, new rule,” she said. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself, unless you’re watching my stuff.”

“Huh?” I asked. “I thought we said this was gonna go both ways.”

“We did,” she said. “I’m not asking you to do anything I wouldn’t do myself.”

It took me a second to realize what that meant. Amy was going to masturbate diyarbakır escort to my porn. And I’d get to watch, as long as I’d masturbate to hers. Which I figured could be arranged.

With that, we both got naked, plopped down on the couch, and started our little movie marathon. The first few scenes were all from my collection, which got me pretty hard. But Amy made me stick to our agreement, so she wouldn’t let me put my hands anywhere near my cock. It felt like I was edging, like I was dying for action but couldn’t get it. Which seemed to be just what Amy wanted.

To be fair to her, she kept up her end of the bargain. She kept her eyes glued to the screen, watched the girls go at it, and quietly played with her clit. I wanted to press my boner against her, or at least reach other and help her, but Amy wasn’t having any of that.

After watching a few of my videos, we switched to one of Amy’s. She made me watch the intro and everything, which I didn’t usually do: I’m the kind of guy who likes to cut to the chase. But Amy insisted, so I watched these gay dudes talking to the cameraman, telling him how much they wanted to fuck each other. One dude was a redhead, and the other one— a dark-haired bearded guy— said the dude was just his type. The cameraman asked what the bearded guy would want to do with him, and his answer was “you’ll have to watch and find out.”

I stared stroking my cock as those two made out and got naked. I had to admit Amy had a point: I’d gotten a whole new appreciation for how that shit felt. I knew that sensation of feeling a dude’s lips against mine. And massaging his muscles. And a whole lot more….

“Be careful,” Amy said. “I don’t want you to cum too soon.”

I slowed down my strokes, but I wasn’t about to stop. Hell, I’d forced myself to hold off while Amy was doing her thing. Now it was my time to enjoy myself.

Onscreen, the redheaded dude started sucking the other. I couldn’t help thinking of how Blake’s dick had felt in my mouth. The tenderness of his mushroom head. The hardness of his shaft. The warm texture of his skin. The way he moved. And tasted. And smelled.

So there I was, jacking off to other guys’ dicks, right in front of my girlfriend. I kept telling myself that Amy had done the same thing, and that I was just releasing some of the tension I’d built up. But I was secretly enjoying the show.

By now the bearded guy was playing with the redhead’s cock, while the redhead kept on blowing him. I assumed the redhead was about to get it up the ass, but instead, the bearded guy announced that “I fucking need that dick.” With that, the redhead took his mouth off the guy’s cock, while the bearded guy got on all fours and offered up his butthole.

The redhead did have a nice cock. His skin was pretty pale, but his shaft was thick and meaty. His pubes were carefully trimmed, and his carpet perfectly matched his drapes.

I took a deep breath as I watched the bearded guy getting penetrated. I could imagine what he was feeling, as the redhead opened the guy’s butthole and slid his dick inside. I was tempted to penetrate my own butt, but I didn’t. I just kept those fantasies in my head.

Amy moved over to the love seat, which gave me more room to stretch out. From where she was sitting, she could watch me jack off while also keeping her eyes on the screen. I could tell she was horny too, since her pussy lips were glistening; but she kept her promise and never actually touched herself.

I spread my legs wider as I kept stroking my cock. Then I reached down with my free hand, and I started playing with my balls. Onscreen, the redhead was pounding the other guy harder and harder. But it still wasn’t enough for the bearded guy, since he kept begging for more.

I felt myself getting close, but I didn’t want to get off quite yet, and I knew Amy wouldn’t want that either. The video still had another ten minutes to go, and I didn’t want to miss out on that action. So I took my hand off my dick, and it plopped back against my abs. Then it shuddered ever so slightly, as my heart kept pumping it full of blood.

The porn stars went at it for a little while longer, till they eventually switched positions. The redhead sat back, and the bearded guy sat on his lap. Then the bearded guy guided that cock inside him, and then he rode it like his life depended on it.

As I watched, I thought back to how Blake had ridden me too. Our position had been a little different: Blake had faced me while I fucked him, while the bearded guy had his back to the redhead. But I assumed it felt basically the same way. I loved how tight Blake’s butt had felt on my dick. And I bet that bearded guy was tight too. So was the redhead, for that matter, assuming he’d let himself get fucked up the ass….

I forced myself to look away from the screen. Was I really just doing this for Amy? Or was I actually thinking about guys?

I turned my head to look at her. She was still naked of course, with her wet pussy in plain view. I started escort diyarbakır touching myself again, but as soon as I did, Amy shook her head.

“Oh no,” she said. “That’s not what we agreed on. You don’t get to jack off to me.”

I swallowed. She wasn’t just giving me permission to beat off to those guys; she was damn near ordering me to do it. It did seem to turn her on, the same way it turned me on to watch her enjoying lesbian stuff, so I figured I had nothing to lose.

The boys onscreen had switched positions again. Sure enough, the redhead wanted to get fucked, and the bearded guy was raring to do it. The redhead laid on his back, spread his legs, and took the bearded guy’s dick inside him.

With that, I went back to flogging my bishop. At first I tried to muffle the sounds— like the way my hand kept smacking against my pubes, my pre-cum squished around my cockhead, and my ballsack slapped against my taint— but then I realized I didn’t really need to. After all, I was doing this on Amy’s orders, so there wasn’t much point to hiding it from her.

My balls were starting to boil, and my nerves were shivering with pleasure. My ass tightened up; it seemed almost disappointed that it had nothing inside it. I forced myself to pause a few times, to keep from cumming prematurely.

The bearded guy kept fucking the redhead, harder and harder and harder. Then they both announced they were close.

“Do it,” the bearded guy said, as he pulled out of the redhead’s ass. “Cum on my face.” Then he crouched down and got in position.

The redhead did as he was told. He jacked himself off, arched his back, and let out a loud moan. Then he shot jets of cum all over the bearded guy’s cheeks, nose, and eyebrows.

“Oh yeah,” the bearded guy said as he licked his lips. Then, when the redhead was finished, the bearded guy sucked his cock some more.

I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I kept pounding my pud, getting closer and closer to the point of no return. At that point I wasn’t about to resist it. I felt my muscles tense up, and I felt a jolt of pleasure, right before my cock started its eruption.

The bearded guy got off about the same time that I did. He nutted all over the redhead’s body, sending ropes all over his chest, his abs, and his package.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I gasped as my cum kept shooting out of me. Then my bursts got smaller and smaller, then eventually stopped. Finally I swallowed hard, took my hand off my shaft, and looked over at Amy.

“There you go,” she said. “I knew you had that in you.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but it didn’t seem like the right time to ask. “Well,” I said, “I’m glad you liked the show.” Then I gave her a kiss.

I’d assumed this would be a one-time thing. Slowly but surely, though, it got to be part of our repertoire. We did keep fucking each other the way we’d always done; but watching each other’s porn definitely added a whole new dimension.

Amy let me download whatever I wanted. I did keep downloading lesbian porn, but I started checking out longer scenes, the ones that showed more than just fucking. They’d usually start with the girls getting to know each other, then engaging in some foreplay, then eventually going all the way. It was basically like the stuff Amy liked, except involving pussy instead of dick. She still wouldn’t let me jack off to it, but she did let me watch while she pleasured herself instead. Which, as far as I was concerned, was just as good.

It was obvious that Amy liked getting off to the girl-on-girl stuff; not to mention the more she did it, the more comfortable she seemed to get. I figured it was just a matter of time before she’d go for another hookup, which I wasn’t about to object to. And it didn’t take long before Veronica texted her offering to hang out.

“So,” Amy said as she stared at the text, “when she says she wants to hang out… I guess that’s what people are calling it these days?”

“Well,” I said, “she’s being more polite than saying she wants your cunt.”

“Ha!” Amy said. “You think a girl would ever be that crass?”

“You know it’s true,” I replied.

“Uh-huh,” Amy said. “So what do you think I should I tell her?”

“I mean….” I paused for a second, then shrugged. “Isn’t that up to you?”

“It’s not like I have a lot of free time right now.”

I wasn’t quite sure how to take that. It was true Amy was super busy with work, since she had a big conference coming up. But she still made it sound like she was interested. “I-if you want,” I said, “you could always ask for a raincheck.”

Amy chewed her lip. “Okay,” she said, then picked up her phone and started typing a response. After a moment, she paused, took a deep breath, and finally sent her message. “Well… I-I hope you’re happy.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m just saying, all of this started with you and your little fetish. So if you’re still into to me having sex with a girl, congratulations, you’re getting your wish. diyarbakır escort bayan As long as you can wait till I’m good and ready.”

I wasn’t about to argue with that. Hell, I got horny just thinking about it. I started counting the days till Amy’s conference was over, and I couldn’t help thinking of what all she and Veronica could do. It could be like my porn collection come to life— or at least I hoped so.

Then I realized there was one potential snag. Amy’s conference was going to last a whole week, so we’d be apart that whole time. By our standards, that was a long time to go without sex. At first I figured I’d just spend that week beating off, but Amy reminded me we’d made a deal.

“I won’t be getting off to other guys,” she said, “so you shouldn’t be getting off to other girls either.”

“Oh come on—”

“What’s wrong with that?” she asked. “Besides… you can always look forward to what happens after.”

I scoffed. “If I don’t have blue balls by then.”

“I don’t know what to tell you there,” she said, “considering I don’t have any firsthand experience—”

“Yeah, well, consider yourself lucky in that department—”

“Listen, if it’s that big of a deal, you can always call Blake.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Amy seemed to be taking this a lot further than I thought. She couldn’t possibly want me to hook up while she was gone.

Then it started to sink in. Amy had always been big on acknowledging our desires, and treating them as healthy and normal and whatnot. Hell, she could be downright annoying about it if you got her on a soapbox. And she’d always emphasized that it should be a two-way street. So if she could act on her homosexual desires, well, so could I.

I did hold off for the first few days she was gone. I used Amy’s vibrator on myself, and I savored the feeling of it shaking inside me. But I still wanted more, so I eventually gave in and invited Blake over.

Blake showed up in a plain red t-shirt and jeans. He looked like he was just coming to hang out— maybe play some video games, watch some TV, or whatever.

“You know,” I said, “Amy’s cool with you being here.”

“It’s all good,” Blake replied. “You wouldn’t be the first guy who’s done this.”

I blinked. “Is this a normal thing for you?”

“Dude, I’m single,” he said. “I’m always on the lookout for a nice piece of ass, if that’s what you’re asking. It’s not like I sleep around or whatever… but I have needs like everybody else.”

I could definitely relate to that feeling. “So,” I said, “what do those needs entail, exactly?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know… do you just do it with guys? Or do you go for girls too?”

“Me, I’m strictly dickly,” he said. “I mean, you remember the last time I was here. I’m cool with girls watching all they want, but that’s as far as it goes.”

“Have you ever… I dunno, thought about trying it?”

“Being with a girl? Never,” he said. “I mean, I’ve been with plenty of guys who are into that stuff. Hell, my last boyfriend was bi, so I’m cool with whatever trips your trigger. But between a nice hard cock and a tight ass… the male body’s got everything I need.”

I chewed my lip a little. “Have you always known you liked guys?”

“Pretty much,” he said. “My first crush was on a boy in school. I never really got when my friends started getting into girls. I mean even now, I know they’re just born that way, but I just can’t imagine being into that. Not when there’s so many hot guys out there.”

I have to say, I was kind of surprised to hear him say that. Blake wasn’t one of those flaming queens. Or at least he wasn’t like my brother, who practically embodied all the stereotypes, with the limp wrist, the high-pitched voice, and all that. Hell, if I’d just run into Blake on the street, I never would’ve guessed he was into dudes. “So,” I said, “if you’re such a connoisseur… how do I stack up?”

“Do you really need at ask that?” he replied. “Considering I’m coming back for more….”

“Fair enough,” I said as I moved in toward him. For a second, Blake and I just looked at each other. Then I felt his arms around my waist, and he leaned in toward me. The next thing I knew, his lips were up against mine.

“Mm,” Blake mumbled as we started making out. The experience felt exactly how I remembered it: his skin was a little scratchy, and he smelled of cologne. But kissing him basically felt like kissing anyone else.

I was tempted to get down to business right then and there. But I couldn’t help thinking of Amy’s videos, and how much I’d started to enjoy all that foreplay. I was already imagining the different ways Blake and I could start things off.

Finally we broke off our kiss, and I led Blake to the bedroom. He seemed to be thinking along the same lines that I was. “So,” he said, “what do you want to do this time?”

“Well… I-I liked how you got me off the last time….”

“You mean when I hit your prostate?”

I shrugged. “I guess….”

“Oh trust me,” he said, “I’m all for doing that again. You want to try hitting it a different way this time?”

“If you want,” I said. “You’re the expert. At least compared to me.”

Blake snorted. “Don’t worry,” he said, “you’ll be an expert yourself in no time.” And with that, he pulled off his shirt.

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