New Year's Eve

The party sort of droned on, an endless repetition of toasts and laughter as all the straight folks congratulated themselves on their primacy. The only other gay guy at the party was married and they weren't interested in opening up their relationship to a third. Maybe I should have looked for another party, but I didn't really care about new year's eve that much, and I figured that at least at the company party I would know everyone. Still, it sucked being the only single gay guy in the room.

I mingled and chatted for a while until it all became just too boring for words and I decided to head out. At the door that led to the lobby of the hotel we were using, I met a man and a woman, clearly a couple, and clearly drunk. “I like your wig,” she said with a slight giggle. His hands were all over her but she didn't seem to notice. “Can I buy it from you? How much?”

I had a reputation at work for loving bright colors and occasionally wore fun wigs to social events just for fun, but this was my favorite, a short, bright orange bob. “That's alright,” I demurred, “it's not for sale.”

She giggled again. “Aw, come on. I'll give you whatever you want.” She nudged her boyfriend, who promptly took out his wallet and began pulling out some cash.

“No, really, I'm not interested in selling it.”

I began to walk past them, but she stopped me. “I'll flash you for it.” Then leaning forward with a smirk, she added, “I'll flash you real good.”

I laughed to myself. If I wasn't sure they were drunk before, I had no doubts now. How else could she think that the sight of her boobs would tempt the man in a woman's wig? “Wrong tree,” I smiled, once again beginning to leave.

“Please!” she begged. “What's it gong to take?”

I stopped The offer was too good, and they were both drunk, so what the hell. I turned, giving her a smirk of my own, and answered, “How about you let me suck this guy off while you watch him cum for me.”

They hadn't expected that, and it took a moment for them to absorb what I was offering.

“I mean, if he really loves you...” Then focusing on him, “What wouldn't you do for her?”

He swallowed hard unsure how to answer, “I...umm...”

He looked at her to get him out of this dilemma, but I had framed it perfectly, and now all I had to do was watch as she did the work for me. “You do love me, don't you?” She whispered, giving him a tender kiss on the lips. “You can think of it as a warm up for what I'll give you later.”

“But if I cum...”

She laid a finger on his lips to silence him. “Then you'll really be cumming for me.” she guided his hand first to one of her barely covered breasts, then down to the hem of her mini skirt, and to the secrets beneath. She sighed as his fingers explored the offered delights, and whispered, “Please,” in her most seductive voice.

It was all too much for him. I watched as the bulge in his tight jeans began to grow. He turned to me lost in anger and lust. “She'll be there, right?” he demanded.

“Of course,” I smiled.

“And I ain't touching nothing, not your face, not your ass, and especially not your dick!”

“Not a thing. Just sit back and enjoy getting sucked off while your girlfriend watches. Then,” I added, “ask yourself, what wouldn't she do for you?”

He liked that thought, and the bulge in his jeans began to throb with anticipation. He turned to her with obvious lust in his eyes. “Anything?”

“Anything you want.” she giggled.

He kissed her hard, grabbing her ass with both hands and grinder her hips against his dick. He pulled back, continuing to grind his hips against hers, then turned to me and said, “Alright, let's get this over with so I can get on to the main event.”

She clapped with delight as he released her.

“Follow me,” I whispered, leading them into the lobby. “I know a place.” I led them up the main stairwell to the second floor. The smaller event rooms were not being used and the restaurant was closed for the evening, so this part of the hotel was pretty much abandoned. There were a number of public rest rooms along a back hallway, a few of which were single use and could be locked. I led them to one of these. “In here.”

They followed me in and I locked the door. “I've never done it in a public bathroom,” he hesitated. What's first?”

“Take your clothes off,” I demanded. Let me see what I'm working with here.”

He looked alarmed. “All of them? You just need access to my dick. I don't want you touching nothing else!”

“Don't worry,” I assured him, “ I won't. But your girlfriend might like to.” I offered her a smirk and she took the hint.

She reached over and slipped a hand under his tight tee shirt, lifting it as she caressed his chest. “You love it when I play with your nipples,” she whispered, tweaking one sharply as she kissed him deeply.

He surrendered himself to her, allowing himself to be stripped slowly and sensuously above the waist, and didn't even seem to notice as I undid his belt and pants and pulled them down to his ankles. His dick strained against the tiny briefs he was wearing, stretching them to their limit.

He let out a low moan as I began to massage it through the flimsy fabric, and she reached down to gauge its size and stiffness. Her gentle touch suddenly got firm, and his eyes flew open in surprise. “I don't think I've ever seen it so big,” she teased. “You like having another man down there, don't you. It makes you feel dominant, powerful.” She licked the side of his face, and whispered, “I think he might like it rough. You ready for me to unleash that monster dick so you can show him who's in charge?”

His breathing quickened as she pulled the front of his briefs down , releasing the beast. I quickly pulled them the rest of the way down to his ankles and immediately buried my face in his crotch. I drank in the intoxicating scent of his musk, licking his balls as she rubbed his cock against the side of my face. She slid her other hand across his chest, torturing his nipples at will.

He continued to moan, lost in the haze of pleasure. Then from the depths he managed to speak, but all he could say was, “Show me your titties.”

She laughed, guiding his hands to her breasts so he could release them from the blouse that almost covered them.

With her hands guiding his, I was now free to give his dick my full attention. I began by licking it, as I had been licking his balls, but I was anxious to taste it, to feel its full throbbing presence in my mouth. As such it didn't take long before I began sucking on the tip, while stroking his long veiny shaft.

Before I could fully engulf him, she pulled him away and pushed him against a wall. Holding him there with one hand, she reached the other out to me. “The wig,” she demanded, “Or no deal.”

As far as I was concerned, I had already received enough compensation for a cheap plastic wig, even if it were my favorite. Without hesitation I fulfilled my part of the bargain, and handed it over. She took a moment and put it on, using the mirror to check that it was on straight. “How do I look?” she asked, catching his eye in the mirror. “Fuckable?”

He didn't say anything, but his dick twitched and a drop of pre-cum began to drip slowly from the tip. She smiled at his reflection and said matter of factly, “Okay, get on with it. We've got a party to crash, and you've got a pussy to fuck.”

She turned to face him and began to pull her skirt up to let him see what he was working for. Pulling the narrow strip of lace that passed for panties aside, she caressed herself, allowing a finger to slip briefly inside. “Show me what you're going to do to this when we get back to my place tonight.”

I had been kneeling beside him as she egged him on. “Damn!” he growled as he grabbed me by the hair and forced my face into his crotch. “Open up, boy, I'm going in.” With no more warning than that he forced his monster dick down my throat and began fucking my face with a vehemence I had rarely experienced.

I did my best to go with it, but it had to be one of the biggest dicks I had ever seen. Needless to say I soon was gagging and had tears streaming down my face as I struggled to cope with the violence of his lust. I was only vaguely aware of just how verbal he was as he constantly commented on her “Titties” and demanded ever more explicit views of her pussy.

Soon I realized that she has stepped across the room and was standing beside us he had been holding my head firmly in both hands as he forced himself in, but now he released one hand, giving me just a second to come up for air. I caught a brief glimpse of the fingers of that hand slipping deep inside her, while I heard her gasp in pleasure. I heard him growl, “That pussy's mine tonight. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk in the morning.”

At this point she seemed unable to speak, so lost was she in the moment. He continued to list all the places and ways he was going to fuck her, and to brag about how rough he was going to be. I was also getting caught up in the domination fantasy he was creating, and began imagining him fucking me over and over again all night. Stealthily I undid my own pants and freed my dick, which was so hard by now that it was painful. He didn't notice, but she was looking down, watching his dick force its way in and out of my mouth, and noticed.

“Enough,” she panted, pulling his fingers out of her pussy and pushing me off his dick. “You're about to make me cum and that poor boy can hardly breathe. Give him a break.”

“I'm okay,” I protested

But before she could respond, he grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall, pressing his naked body against hers. “I couldn't care less about him, but I'm going to finish you off right. The way it's supposed to be, with my dick exploding as far inside you as I can get.” He didn't wait for permission, but forced himself in with one swift thrust.

She gasped in surprise and pushed him away. “Later,” she interjected. “For now you have an obligation to fulfill.” She looked at me and asked, “Isn't that right?”

I nodded. “I get to suck you till you cum. That's the deal.”

“Yeah, well, that ain't gonna happen,” he challenged. “I don't ever cum unless I'm in a pussy.”

“Don't lie,” she chided, “You've cum in my mouth plenty of times.”

“Sure, by my face has always been buried in your pussy when I did.”

“What's the problem?” I asked. “I don't care if you're eating her out as long as you're filling me with you cum.”

“Do you care where his cum goes as long as it's inside you?” she asked.

“Not especially, but he isn't comfortable...”

“He doesn't like to admit it, but he loves fucking my ass almost as much as my pussy.”

He looked at her in utter amazement. “I can't believe you just...”

“Oh calm down,” she chuckled. Then whispering to him in a conspiratorial kind of way, “Haven't you always wanted to fuck my ass while eating my pussy? Now's your chance. I mean, one ass is much like another, and I bet he won't mind.”

When they both turned to look at me I was already on my hands and knees with my bare ass pointed in their direction. “Not at all.”

He seemed a bit hesitant, but she quickly stepped over me, and positioned herself in a stance just above my shoulders. “I'm waiting,” she pouted, stroking herself for his enjoyment.

I felt him press himself against my ass and back as he began licking his favorite treat. His excitement had diminished somewhat during the exchange, but once his face was buried in her crotch, he began to rally. As his dick got harder it proceeded to rise between my legs until it was rubbing against my own modest member. He suddenly pulled away from her and growled, “ I said I wasn't touching his dick!”

“Then put it inside,” she reasoned. Then leaning forward to kiss him she whispered, “I love it when you force yourself up my ass, fuck me now, fuck me hard.”

Again I heard his breathing quicken and felt him lubing up my hole with his spit. “You really want it?” he asked in breathless tones,

“Do it now.” she encouraged. “Make me a happy woman.”

I once again felt him pressing against me, but this time there was a solid presence, insistent. And before I was really ready he was in. Just the tip at first, but it was going to take some time to get used to being stretched out so far.

I could hear him moaning in pleasure as he resumed his ministrations on her pussy. I could also hear her encouraging him. “Slowly...that's it...a little bit more...that's enough, back out a little...” And so she continued, watching my body for the tell tale spasms that betrayed when I had reached my limit, at least for the moment.

Eventually he was all the way in and pounding almost as furiously as he had been fucking my face. By now she was lost in her own pleasure and I think he had forgotten who he was actually fucking. I have no idea how long it lasted, but the memory is timeless. They both came together. She started first, but this immediately triggered the torrent of his hot cum that filled me up to overflowing.

She was disappointed that I hadn't cum, and when she offered to get her boyfriend to finish me off I declined. “You kept your part of the bargain and I'll keep mine. I won't ask him to touch my dick. Although,” I added with a smirk, “Your didn't seem to mind touching my ass.”

“That wasn't your ass,” he chuckled, “It was hers,” He reached around and grabbed her ass while kissing her deeply.

“Fine with me,” I said, “As long as I get to keep the cum.”

“All yours,” she replied with a chuckle, “And the wig's all mine?”

“Absolutely,” I smiled. “And it looks much better on you than me.

As her boyfriend unlocked the door and walked out, she leaned forward and gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek.

“A good ending to the year,” I offered as I headed toward the door.

“Or a good beginning.” She handed me her card with a wink and whispered, “Text me tomorrow.”

I wasn't sure what to think. After all, I wasn't bi, but that guy had a fabulous dick, and I hadn't been fucked that thoroughly in a very long time. I followed them to the exit to say goodnight, and after he held the door for her, he turned to me to shake my hand.

“Thanks for the party, my friend. To be honest, I know she doesn't like it when I fuck her in the ass, She just pretends to make me happy. So I wouldn't be surprised if she invites you over to do this again. Just don't listen when I protest. I like her to think it's all about her. But that ass of yours was...Let's just say I've got plenty to think about while I'm fucking her tonight.”

Before he turned to leave, he handed me a slip of paper with an e-mail address on it. “A private account she knows nothing about. Hit me up and we can get together again sometime, just the two of us. And this time I'll finish you off as many times as you want.

With that he turned and rejoined his girlfriend who was still trying to find a taxi. As I watched them drive away I wondered what the new year would bring. I looked at my watch to find that midnight had come and gone. The new year had begun while we were locked up in that bathroom, and we hadn't even noticed. Or had we? Perhaps they both had, at least on some level, and now it was my turn to embrace something new.