Chapter 4

In my own mind, taking Treyvon on wasn’t cheating on Kevin. I also didn’t feel like I was trading Kevin in for a relationship with Treyvon. I just didn’t think of it like that. Even while Treyvon was squeezing my ass and asking when he could see me again, I was trying to work out a time when I could also see Kevin. The man, Kevin, was special to me and it didn’t seem weird for me to share myself to both men. If anything, it was the best choice, having two lovers, each knowing about one another. That way, neither could feel ownership or control over me. It left me feeling free but connected to two men I enjoyed and cared about.

Later on, like a few years on, I also came to the realization that if either had asked, as Kevin had hoped, there was no way I could love them. I wasn’t heartless, but my heart was kind of numb, sort of unable or unwilling to make a permanent attachment. The romance was nice, the sex good, the companionship wonderful, but no way could I love. Sad now that I think about it and write this out. Good men, brain melting sex, but no love. Sad. But good for me at the time, and I just had to accept that.

You might think I was living one wild and crazy life, but at the time I just took it all for granted. Two older and very horny guys, a secret sex life I of course didn’t tell anybody about, and it all worked out. Who’s to say half the girls in my high school didn’t do more? They complained about their periods and their clueless parents and teachers and stuff. I did the same, but while the rare (older) girl would bring up boyfriends and what jerks they could be and how they couldn’t keep it up long enough for the girl to reach an orgasm, I kept my mouth shut. No way I wanted to casually mention that I got laid a half dozen times a week, an orgasm being almost guaranteed with each of my more than capable lovers. I would have been declared a liar or my parents would have been called in to explain, or more probably both. It was easier to just live as though I was a tiny Chinese virgin whose only desire in life was to major in engineering at some big university. Such a joke.

To me it was all just a part of my normal life. Kind of hard hiding it from my parents, like showing up late at home all the time, but it worked. It was especially nice to have two loving men to hold and talk with, even if my own libido wasn’t quite on the testosterone high they seemed to always be on.

You might think it odd that, given the big sexual beast Treyvon was, I kept up my friends-with-benefits connection with Kevin. Yeah, Treyvon was over the top. So big he was dangerous and had to be lovingly warned by me to hold back and take his time. But, like I’ve pointed out, I lusted for the man, and that was before I got to know his many talents in bed. His tongue was incredible and after an initial fuck or two, with his balls a quart lighter, the guy could take his time and slowly and lovingly fuck me in just the right way for a half-hour at a time.

My love of the guy included his talented tongue, but Treyvon had his favorites as well. Like all guys (just like Kevin) he liked to fuck and cum and then have me clean him off and suck his dick back into shape for another run through my legs. And of course the occasional blow job, though after the first time I refused to blow him until he’d already let loose with his first load up my twat. No so much because feeling Treyvon flood my loins was such a great turn on, which it was, but because I literally couldn’t swallow it all fast enough. I was sure I was going to suffocate or die from breathing a big clump of his cum into my lungs. Even my twat couldn’t hold all the cum the man pumped out on that first run, but then the only things that suffered were his sheets.

But the biggest turn on for Treyvon was something few other guys I’ve known have even tried on me. Treyvon liked to have me lay on my back (be it on his bed, table, or even back seat of his car), my face looking up at his crotch while he stood above me. Then he’d have me roll my knees up to my shoulders, my ass up, my twat only inches above my nose. He’d push that fat bulbous tip of his into me, stretching my pussy out wide, and do a nice shallow fuck, my liquid excitement dripping onto my face while he fucked and fingered me into a nice orgasm.

Of course the highlight for him was blowing a load inside me and then having me open my mouth and swallow it all down as his cum ran out of me like a river. His thick cum mixed with my own special fluids made it all easier to swallow, all warm and fresh from being blown inside of me. He always hoped to have me suck on my own clit and tongue my twat, but I was never that flexible. Didn’t matter. After doing that with me Treyvon was always ready for a long second or third round of fucking.

Yeah, good sex, enough for any girl, but it was nothing but sex. Treyvon could charm the wings off a butterfly, and certainly the clothes off of me, but I really was just a great fuck whose twat could suck his cock into a half dozen climaxes on any given day.

With one of my legs draped over his hips, his cock still inside of me after a long successful run through my twat, he’d kiss me and talk about his day and my beauty and then either turn me over to plough me hard and deep or, equally likely, get up for a snack. I turned him on and emptied his balls a couple days every week, but once he was done with the two hours of non-stop fucking, he was fine with patting my ass while pushing me out the door toward my home.

I was more likely to go out with Kevin sometimes, like to a movie or something. It was great, but I also did my best to keep my distance. Not that he wasn’t worth my attention. He was wonderful to have and hold as the most special friend ever. His home was also more like a second home, with Jen as a kind of stand-in sister, totally knowing what Kevin and I did in his bedroom at least once a week and more often twice. We’d tell her we needed to talk but after a couple months of this she went from uncaring to rolling her eyes while saying stuff like, “Doesn’t sound like talking to me.”

Some days of the week Kevin and I would meet up at Treyvon’s place, the bed still smelling like a bordello but without Kevin giving a damn. He needed sex and fucked me silly with his only average dick. What I got out of it even more than the only average orgasms was that he always treated me like someone special, like a friend, or even like a lover while to Treyvon I was more like a sex toy with a built in sperm receptacle. Kevin, even up to the end, always tried to show I meant something more to him and probably wished I’d show that he meant just as much to me. I really did appreciate that he tried and still feel a bit guilty for rejecting what he thought was love.

It might seem confusing, or maybe you think I was just a cock-loving slut who couldn’t make up her mind, but it worked out. We did it like that for a bunch of months, me sometimes feeling like a used sex toy and me sometimes thinking I had the world figured out. Didn’t matter, really. It worked.

Things changed sometime in the winter. I remember that because it was storming outside while Treyvon and Kevin and I were hanging out, watching some football game while drinking and eating junk food. I mostly drank sweet bubbly wine coolers, but that wasn’t the problem. One moment I was being hugged by Treyvon and the next moment I had both guys sucking on my bare tits. Not a bad thing if they’d done it one after another, which had happened in the past, but this was the first time I had both men loving me at the same time. I felt weird, like it was totally wrong, but they didn’t seem to see it that way.

Shit just kind of flowed together and without ever asking for my opinion. Treyvon pulled my jeans off while Kevin held me down, my biggest worry being that Kevin would see me getting eaten out by his rival. Wound up instead with me sucking Kevin’s balls dry while Treyvon humped me from the rear, pulling an orgasm out of me even as my throat was clogged by Kevin’s cum.

I thought that would be it, but something in the gang bang seemed to have really amped up their sex drive. Treyvon rolled me over onto his chest and began pumping into me from below. It turned out good for me, almost to where I almost forgot Kevin was still in the room, but then I felt something long and hot push into my ass. Wound up being reamed up the rear by Kevin while Treyvon’s over-sized dick filled my twat. Don’t know in what order the guys finished inside of me. Only remember being crushed between their bodies, my mind being twisted sideways by my own orgasm and thinking that we could all move in together and do a repeat on a daily basis.

I finally pulled myself out of the pile of cocks and fingers and mouths and made a quick dash for the bathroom. Wound up taking a shower, trying to wash off all the crud that crusted all over my body. That’s where Treyvon found me, naked and exhausted. He showered with me, helped clean me off, and then lifted me up in his two hands only to settle me back down on his hardened dick. Absolutely used me as a sex toy, using my pussy to massage him into a second or maybe third coming, my feminine sheath being a perfect and convenient place for him to deposit another hundred million of his randy semen.

When I finally made it back to the front room Kevin was gone and Treyvon was cursing his luck in missing the last of the game. Didn’t even offer to drive me home through the cold evening air. Later in the week Kevin only kind of apologized but I just shrugged it off. Treyvon assumed I loved having a second cock to fuck and suck, but I never did that kind of a threesome with them again. At least not like that, and that’s kind of how we all broke up and went our separate ways.

Even after the threesome I continued to see the guys. A couple of afternoons with each of them, depending on work schedules and stuff. Treyvon hinted at bringing in another guy friend of his, but I just pushed back by saying he was more than enough man for me.

Going into spring everything went according to schedule, school and family and bed-fellows all being a normal part of my day. Amazing how I came to accept the two guys as a normal part of my life. No, not normal, because I made doubly sure nobody ever got wind of what I was doing. Let’s just say I considered all the sex as private, like stuff even married couples don ‘t talk about.

Sure, a few friends at school made comments about the one or other guy who might pick me up after school, but I could just wave them off and laugh. More troubling was what happened with Jena.

One afternoon, maybe in March, Kevin and I had just finished a long double-dose of sex, with a little tongue and a lot of standard fucking. I was loud, the bed danced on the floor, and we both wound up entangled on top of the bedding, gasping for breath. He was doing a nice job of tonguing my nipples and licking the perspiration from my chest when I looked over and saw Jena, crouched on the floor and staring at us, eyes wide, her mouth slightly open.

I kind of freaked, pulling a blanket over my body, but Kevin just laughed. I yelled out, “Jena. Out!” but Kevin pulled up his limp dick and said, “Hey. You know what this is, don’t you Jena? Wanna taste?”

Jena didn’t move, looking from Kevin to me and then back to Kevin, as though she was seriously thinking about his stupid question. When I said her name again in a threatening tone, she finally left but didn’t close the door. I chided Kevin for not properly locking his door but he didn’t seem to think it mattered. It remained in my mind because every time after that, when I saw Jena, she’d look at me differently. Just a week later she asked if boys really like girl’s breasts, even using the term “tits” instead of the more childish “boobs,” and asked me when she would have “tits” as big as mine.