I was 41 and recently divorced. My ex and I had been married for 19 years, and I didn't know how to get by without her. I had spent a few months holed up in my appartment, staring the walls. I knew I needed to get out and do something. I needed some activity and some social contact. I signed up for a karate class. I quickly made friends with another newcomer. Brad was a good-lookng, friendly guy in his mid-twenties. We started going for a beer after class, and then he started inviting me to join him for raquetball, running, chili cooking, you name it. I met his girlfriend, Carla, a sweet girl with short blonde hair and big boobs. I liked looking at Carla, and if I'm being honest, I liked looking at Brad, too. I had never done anything with a guy before, but I'd had a few crushes on some guys, and I had one on Brad now.
One day, I went over to run. It was a hot day, and when we got back in, we both stripped to our underwear to cool off. Brad liked horseplay, so i wasn't surprised when he suddenly turned and shouted, "Let's wrestle!" He grabbed me before I could respond. We stood there and tussled. He went for a take-down. He grabbed my thigh and I could feel his hand against my balls. He shifted his weight and I felt his lip brush against my nipple briefly. I was afraidd I'd get a boner from this cute guy body to body with me, and that fear distracted me. He dumped me to the floor and pinned me. "That's a point!" he cheered. Then he yanked off my underwear and stood up, laughing. He ran down the hall. I got up and followed him, yelling for him to give my undies back. I went into his bedroom. He was standing there, and had taken off his own underwear, too. I stared at him, watching his penis rise. He caught me by the arm and pulled me to him, We fell on the bed. "I've been wanting to try this," he whispered. He gave me a quick kiss, and then we started pawing each other. I was rock hard now, and so was he. His hands were on my head, pushing it downward. I kissed my way down until I reached his cock. I wasn't sure how to do this, but I imitated what I used to enjoy when my ex-wife had given me head. Judging from his moans, Brad was loving it. I sucked and licked his meat, having fun pleasuring him.
"What the hell?!?!"
It was Carla's voice. We looked up in shock.
She looked at us sternly. "Brad, I always wondered if you played for both teams. OK, whose idea was it?" We both shrugged and shook our heads, unable to speak. Carla sneered. "Why don't you queers finish what you started? Come on, finish up! Suck his dick, Tim!" Stunned, I lowered my head and went back to blowing Brad. Carla got close. "That's it, you cocksucker, take that prick in your mouth. Scuk it. Can you deep-throat it, cocksucker? No? Better practice if you're going to be a cocksucker." I sucked Brad deeper, and played with his balls. "I'm cumming!" he groaned. I gulped down as much as I could of his load. I rose up. Brad pulled me up and kissed me. Then, Carla surprised me with a deep, lingering French kiss. "That was the hottest thing I've seen," she said.
Carla stood up and undressed. I finally got a look at those big pretty tits, soft pale funbags with wide pink nipples. She had a lovely ass, and a curly golden bush. She climbed on the bed and ran her hands over me. "Look at you!" she whispered as she pulled on my cock, "Such a thick cock, so hard. Mmmmm." She went to the dresser and got some KY out the drawer. She started smearing my rod with it. "I want to see if Brad can take this in his butt." She pushed a finger in him. He yelped, but then he moaned. He spread his legs and I got between them. I lifted his scrotum, and pressed my lubed cockhead to his rosebud. One push and I was inside. We gazed into each others' eyes as we fucked. I was lost in him. I wanted him. I was falling for him.
I had forgotten about Carla until she switched on a vibrator and touched it to my balls. She moved it up to my nipple, back to my balls, and then after lubing it, pressed it up my ass. I came in Brad's ass. I collapsed on him and we kissed. Carla joined us for a three way cuddle.
Two months later, the three of us moved into a bigger place.