Friends With Mutual Benefits

By Jay Roberts

Published on Oct 22, 2010

Bisexual

"Friends With Mutual Benefits, Part Three" by Jay Roberts

Bi Sexual Adult Friends

The next evening I opened the door to the apartment wondering what I would find. Truthfully, I was horny all day thinking about the hot day before. Betty's beautiful body appeared on the documents on which I was working, and Jeff's ass appeared under my computer desk.

This sight that I beheld was not what I expected. All was sedate and proper. Jeff was sitting on the piano bench. He was dressed in white tennis shorts, his endless legs looking hot, emanating from them. He also had on one of those V-necked white cable sweaters with red and blue wearing at the neck. He had nothing under it as his smooth upper chest was visible. The kid managed to be dressed, yet just as sexy as being undressed.

Betty was wearing an ankle length dressing gown that covered her in from neck to feet in jade green satin. Her hair, with its red highlights look scrumptious. She was gesturing with a long cigarette holder as I entered.

Apparently, judging from Jeff's waving of the newspaper, they were arguing about some in the paper. They both stopped and looked over to me, both breaking out in wide smiles.

I felt warm and fuzzy from this.

"We're having Martinis, there's your glass, and there's plenty in the pitcher."

I put my jacket on the back of a chair and took off my tie. I poured a drink and settled on a chair. The Martini was perfect. I sipped and looked back at both of them. They seemed to be staring at me. The reason hit me with the force of a blow to the head. THERE WAS SOMETHING IN THE DRINK. Shit, this was like drama out of a movie.

I had only finished half of the cocktail, but with bravura, I upturned the glass and tossed it down. I figured they weren't going to poison me, it might be drugged, that's all, but the effect was beginning. I wasn't sleepy, but my eyelids went to half mast. That's what they must have noticing right away and were smiling and nodding to each other.

As I actually enjoyed the waves of effect that were washing over me, Jeff got up and removed his sweater, exposing his lean tight muscular chest. He kicked up his sandals and opened the top button of his shorts and wiggled his rump until they fell at his ankles. He was naked, his boyish skin glowing in the lamplight.

Betty rose and opened the tie on her robe and allowed it to drop off her beautiful shoulders. She was naked and Jeff crossed to her and took her in his arms in a tight embrace, then kissed her luxuriously. When they separated, she was panting, he was erected.

I tried to get my shirt unbuttoned but my fingers didn't work too well. I looked at them helplessly.

"Jeff, let's help the beautiful Manly shed his banker's clothes."

Immediately four hands went to work. I was panting already but this handling added to my excitement. That drink must have contained a sexual stimulant.

"Sit up, darling," Betty whispered in my ear sending shivers down my back.

In a minute, my shirt was off, then Jeff took off my shoes and socks. He looked at Betty. "Did you notice what great feet he has?" I smiled with stupid pride.

Off with my pants and boxer shorts. Betty pointed to them as they made their way down my slightly hairy legs, "Look, little devils on them. I hope that's a sign that he'll be devilish."

Jeff leaned down and took my chin in his hands rather firmly and held me with his luminous eyes. "Baby, we showed you a good time yesterday but you must pay the piper."

I looked questioningly at him. Betty filled in, standing next to him. "Sweet boy, you're going to be fucked."

"Wait a minute," I slurred. I was angry with myself for not being able to speak normally. "I have never done that; I am scared of that. Please don't."

"Pay the piper, pay the piper," Jeff said in a sing-song. I noticed that his long this cock was fully hard and arching toward his flat belly. I knew somewhere in my brain that it is almost impossible to argue with a fully cocked boy. Then, also, my ass hole was buzzing with interest. This was intolerable.

I realized that I was sitting on a recliner chair when one of them pulled the lever and I was sent into a full recline. To my embarrassment, my cock was hard and even pulsing.

Jeff pointed. "See, he is very, very interested in the next event. I knew he was a bottom all along, in spite of his macho act. Then leaning over my face, he spoke to me, "Just relax girlie, you're going to made very happy soon."

I almost gagged with fear, but Betty grabbed one of my legs and Jeff the other. He moved between them and put them at his narrow waist. As he did so, an imaginary breeze hit my ass hole and I felt it and then I submitted as it opened obscenely. Oh this was terrible, what have I got myself into, but my mind closed off as Jeff put the head of his cock against my pucker and rubbed it back and forth.

"Shit, he's such a hot boi I almost brimmed from just rubbing his ass hole."

I heard a slap. Betty said, "You better control yourself little boy. Don't cum too quick and ruin everything."

"Ouch, leave off that. I know mistress that you love to punish, but you're liable to make me spill over from the pain."

I tried one more pleading. "Jeff, Betty, please let me go and I'll dress and leave and you'll never see me again."

My face was screwed up in a mask of fear. Betty kissed me hotly to distract me and Jeff moved his cock head inside. I was murmuring with the effect of that hot kiss but still frowning heavily. Jeff watched my face as he slipped deeper. My eyes shot open. Then he bottomed completely, his young pubes tickling my ass cheeks. My breath was audible, almost a groan. Then he pulled out and moved back slowly. He did that twice and then he croaked to Betty. "Look, his face relaxed. Is that a smile I see forming? I knew he was made for this."

It was true, the full sensation seemed to be something I had always wanted. My whole body was being excited. I was sweating heavily with a sex sweat and I began to move my lower body to follow his withdrawal.

Jeff laughed. "The boy wants me to stay in. Oh, you are such a piggy. Don't worry, I haven't even gotten up to speed. You are going to be swept away and come without being touched. That's the way it is with you bottom bois, you shoot just from having your cunt worked."

That talk was mean and humiliating, but somehow it added to the excitement.

Betty then sat on my face, her cunt right at my lips. This was something I wanted. I wanted to serve them both with my ass and my lips. I tongued her and was greeted with a splash of girl cum and her thighs closed painfully over my ears. Then she relaxed as her spasm passed. She rubbed around over me and I kept my tongue busy. Then another squeak out of her and she came again.

Jeff seeing this action began to really hump me. I was being thrust along the chair and I was grunting from the force of his entries. Did I complain? No, I loved his boyish energy. He was fucking me into a giant cum.

He saw my face changing and he husked at me, "Don't hold back Manly, let it cum, that will help me get off big time."

I worked on giving Betty another "O" while Jeff was moaning loudly as his orgasm was approaching. As for me, My muscles were rigid with my impending ejaculation. Then it surrounded me, my ass hole was pulsing and I was crying out in helpless passion. Jeff shouted that he was "there" and he began pelting my insides with hot sperm. My own cock was delivering the goods all over my chest and stomach.

Betty moved away and put her robe back on and lit a cigarette. Jeff pulled out, still dripping and sat naked on the couch. I continued to lay there trying to get some strength back.

I said, apologetically, "It's the drugged drink."

They looked at each other. Betty said, "We had the same drink as you, there was nothing in it but gin and vermouth."

Shit, it must have been my anticipation that made me so helpless. I shrugged in acceptance and dressed myself. When I finished, I faced them, "You guys are too much for me. I can't take so much hot sex without going nuts. I'm going out for a drink, but tomorrow I look for another share."

Just before I closed the door, I heard Jeff say, "Bet, you better advertise again. Make sure it's a young one we can have fun with."

End of story


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