The two young men had been friends for just about forever. They looked out for each other, and had each other's backs. They also delighted in playing practical jokes on one another.
Ron Mason had a glamorous job. He was a first rate, highly paid, fashion photographer, and as such he had access to the hottest, most beautiful women on the planet. It was a common occurrence for him to fix up his buddy Ken Jamison. He'd show one of the hot models Ken's picture, get her approval, and give Ken the girl's address. Ken would call on the girl at the appointed time, and never once did Ron disappoint.
One day, Ron had to do a fashion spread for a men's clothing designer. Instead of the usual array of hot women, he had a group of four very hot guys. The four men flirted shamelessly with him. It didn't take him long to figure out that they were all gay.
The hottest looking one was named Jamie Somers, and Ron decided to play a practical joke on Ken. Jamie could be a girl's name or a boy's name. After the shoot, he took Jamie aside, and showed him Ken's picture. It was more than a picture. It was a professional head shot, which Ron had taken. It showed off Ken's magnificent body as well.
"This is a friend of mine," he explained. "He's gay, and I think you guys would hit it off. Would it be OK with you if I sent him around tonight?"
Jamie smiled. "I was hoping it was you who was making a move on me, but after looking at this hunk's picture, I'd be more than happy to have him call on me tonight or any other time that suited him."
"Great. I'll set it up. What time is good for you?"
"Any time after six."
Ken rang Jamie's doorbell at exactly 9 PM. He was surprised that the door was opened by an exceptionally handsome young man. Ken reckoned that he was no more than twenty-one. He was wearing a bathrobe, and Ken suspected that there was nothing on underneath. It made him extremely uncomfortable. The young man was beautiful, but he was small in stature, and Ken thought that there was something almost feminine about him.
"I'm sorry," Ken blubbered. "I'm looking for Jamie Somers. Is this her apartment?"
"Why are you sorry?" the young man smiled. "I'm Jamie and this is my apartment."
"Wow, I am more than sorry. I thought, I mean, I was led to believe that you were a woman." Ken laughed.
"Are you saying that you're straight?" Jamie looked unhappy. "Ron told me that you were gay. He asked me if I wanted to be fixed up with you. Of course I said yes."
"Well, I'll take that as a compliment, but I'd better be on my way."
"What's your rush? Come on in and I'll make us a drink. We might as well make lemonade out of lemons."
Ken hesitated. Jamie looked at him expectantly. Finally Ken smiled, and started to walk into the apartment. Jamie closed the door behind him.
"Just one drink," Ken informed his host. "Ron got me all worked up, and I'm hot to get laid. I don't want to get to my favorite pick-up bar late, and find all the good ones taken."
"I understand that," Jamie answered. "OK then, one drink only. What's your poison?"
"Scotch and soda please." As Jamie started to make their drinks, Ken looked around. The one bedroom apartment was neat and sparkling clean. The furniture was neither expensive nor spectacular, but it was attractive. His own apartment always looked like a pig pen, so he assumed that all gay men were neatniks. He was also a little fidgety, and he didn't know why.
Then it struck him. He was alone with a gay man in the dude's apartment. He realized that his nervousness came from that, and he told himself he was being foolish. If the guy made a move on him, he was bigger and stronger. He could easily take care of himself.
Jamie handed him the drink, and they sat down together on the sofa. Ken made sure to leave plenty of space between them. Jamie realized what Ken was worried about and laughed.
"Don't worry so much," he said. "I'm not going to rape you. Let's just talk. After all we've both been the victims of Ron's practical joke."
"Yeah. That son of a bitch is going to feel my wrath. I've got to think of a good way to get back at him."
"Listen, buddy," Jamie piped in. "I'm as much a victim of this disaster as you are. Don't you think I got as horny as you, looking at your picture? I'm dying to get laid also, and it ain't gonna happen tonight. Let's plan revenge together."
So they started to dream up all kinds of scenarios. They rejected most of them, because it didn't include both of them. Finally, four drinks later, they agreed on a practical joke, and when to pull it off. They would both participate in it, and could take revenge equally.
With that behind them, they began to just talk. Ken could not believe that there was never a lag in the conversation. That had never happened to him before. He always found one on one conversations difficult, because he always ran out of conversation along the way. Not so with Jamie. They talked about anything and everything, important or inane. It didn't matter. They started with the weather, the current administration, sports, the kind of woman Ken liked, the kind of men Jamie liked, and finally, even usually taboo subjects.
Jamie liked Ken and felt comfortable enough to ask innocently, "Ken, I've never been with a woman. What do you like to do to her, and what do you like her to do with you?"
Ken was slightly drunk and he giggled. "My favorite thing is to get a blow job, but you'd be surprised how many women won't do that. If I get a woman like that, I surprise her by going down on her, and getting her off. I love burying my face in a juicy cunt. After they have a couple of orgasms, they feel guilty and usually go down on me."
"Pretty sly, my friend. We gay guys have no trouble with blow jobs. Have you ever fucked a lady up her ass?"
"But I'll bet you've thought about it?"
"Sure. When I was younger I used to ask for it all the time, but the women I was with all vetoed anal sex. I've heard that there are women who like it, but I haven't met one of them yet."
Suddenly Ken looked at his watch. "Shit," he blurted out. "It's almost 11:30. It's too late to hit the bars. I guess I'll have to go home and whack off."
He got up to leave, and when he did, he realized that he had a super hard-on, and it was tenting his already tight jeans. It was all the sex talk that had done it. He tried to hide it from Jamie, but the young man was already gawking. That made Ken glance down at Jamie's crotch. Jamie stood up also and his erection was poking through his robe. Ken could see that it was cut, and in its current erect state, he figured seven inches. He was relieved that he was about the same size, but he wasn't cut. He wondered why he was relieved. What did it mean to him? Then he grew frightened. Staring at Jamie's well-endowed cock was arousing him.
"Why do you have to whack off? I'd be more than happy to give you a blow job," Jamie told Ken, hoping to lure him in.
Ken looked shocked. "I don't think that's in the cards," he said.
"Why not? I'm really good at it, and nobody has to know. If you enjoy it, great. If not, you can chalk it up to sexual experimentation."
"I don't know," Ken whispered, sounding dubious but perhaps wavering.
"I swear that I'll never tell a soul. I never kiss and tell."
"I'd especially make you swear never to tell Ron. Anyway, if you did, it would spoil our plans for revenge. You wouldn't want to do that, would you?"
"Stop worrying. What will happen in my bedroom, will stay there. It's our secret. If you never want to do it again, we'll both forget about it, but if you want more, you know where to find me."
"I don't even know if I'll be able to get hard."
Jamie broke out laughing. "You're hard already. Just close your eyes, and pretend the person giving you the blow job is the most beautiful woman you have ever been with."
"OK. I'll try."
Good," Jamie said, and took Ken's hand. Jamie had to laugh. Ken's hand was cold and clammy. He was very likely in distress. "Relax, big guy. I'm not going to do one thing that won't give you pleasure."
Ken seemed to relax a little. "And you swear never to tell anyone."
"I'll swear on the old and new testaments, and even the Koran if that will put you at ease. You're not going to enjoy this experience if you don't settle down. Now, take a deep breath and come into the bedroom with me."
Ken allowed himself to smile a Mona Lisa smile, and followed Jamie into the bedroom. Jamie was dying to start the session by kissing Ken, but he reckoned that might not be the wisest thing to do, at least, not yet. He just dropped his robe, and made a 360 degree turn so Ken could savor his beautiful, hairless, model's body.
"You've got more muscle than I suspected," Ken observed. "Yet, at the same time, your body is still soft."
"Well, do I get to see what I'm going to suck, or are you going to go all shy on me?"
Ken smiled at last and undressed quickly. "I've never been labelled shy," he said smugly.
Jamie almost cried when he saw Ken's wonderful muscled body. He had dreamed of making love to magnificence like this all his life. He knew that his love making would be limited, but he was willing to settle. Ken's erect cock showed no hint of his foreskin. Jamie had to control himself from devouring it.
"Please," Jamie said kindly, "lie down on your back and spread your legs." Once again Ken looked frightened.
"I swear again, and I'll swear as much as you want me to, whatever I do will give you extreme pleasure. Furthermore, I'll swear over and over that I will never tell a living soul about this."
Ken smiled, and Jamie got down on his knees between his legs. Since Jamie was too scared to kiss Ken, he leaned forward and started caressing and kissing Ken's nipples. He took tiny little sensual nips out of each of them, and Ken moaned...a very good sign. Encouraged, he proceeded down to Ken's innie. He began to suck on it, as if he was trying to change it into an outie.
Next he began to lick Ken's entire pubic area, skillfully avoiding his throbbing cock and balls. Ken anticipated feeling Jamie's lips and tongue on its target next, but that was not to be. Instead Jamie took his sweet time licking the inside of both of Ken's thighs, and finally wending his way down his legs. Now Jamie caressed both of Ken's feet and started to lick his toes. Ken was moaning loudly now.
"I surrender," he said. "You are better than any woman who ever sucked my cock before, but you're driving me crazy. I can't stand it anymore. Please make me cum."
Jamie smiled at his success, and moved up to Ken's cock and balls. He took his balls in his hand, and caressed them lightly. He slobbered his tongue all over them and then proceeded to suck Ken's cock at last. He continued to caress Ken's balls and started to lick up and down Ken's pulsating shaft. He teased Ken like this for a while until Ken was writhing, and then at last, he took Ken's cock into his mouth.
Ken was in another world. He kept rolling from side to side, making it difficult for Jamie to do his job, but the youth hung on. Ken was whimpering now, and Jamie could feel his balls start to harden and shrink. He stopped what he was doing and lifted his body off Ken's
"Why did you stop? You can't leave me like this. Are you some kind of sadistic cock teaser?'
"Relax baby. Did you really think I would leave you like this?" Jamie jumped out of bed, and reached into his night table drawer. He drew out some lubricated condoms and a tube of KY Jelly.
"Here," he said to Ken. "Prepare yourself while I grease up my ass."
"You mean.....?" Ken could not finish the sentence.
Jamie nodded. "That's just what I mean."
Ken got out of bed to put on a condom, and to grease his cock. Jamie took Ken's place on the bed and lay flat on his back. He moved his ass to the foot of the bed and placed a pillow under his butt.
"Are you ready?" Jamie asked.
"Yes," Ken said in a quivering voice.
Ken raised his legs, spread his cheeks, and said very simply, "Fuck me, big guy."
Ken was shaking like a leaf, and having trouble lining his cockhead up against Jamie's entry point, so Jamie took Ken's cock and guided it in. Jamie, at twenty-one, was an old war horse. Fuck buddies had been entering him since he was a teeny bopper, and Ken slipped right in.
"Don't start pumping," Jamie instructed. "Enjoy the moment." As soon as he said that, he constricted his ass muscles and tightened his ass around the older man's cock. Ken tried to hold back an involuntary little sob, but it came out."
"Start pumping at any speed that makes you happy, and please cum inside of me."
Ken began stroking slowly, but he was in a near frenzy, and kept speeding up and thrusting harder. He barely heard Jamie yelling, "Fuck me, fuck me," over and over again. His breath was getting shorter. He could hardly breathe and he knew that his time was near. He didn't just feel his orgasm coursing from his balls through his cock, he felt his whole body spasming from head to toe. He collapsed on top of Jamie. He was trying hard to catch his breath. Jamie threw his arms around Ken and held him tight.
"That was wonderful," Jamie whispered in Ken's ear. "You're a tiger."
"Somehow that brought Ken back to this impossible situation. He jumped out of bed only to find thick, creamy cum slopping between their two bodies. For a moment he wondered how his cum got there, but then he realized that it had to be Jamie's cum.
"How?" he asked.
"Your beautiful cock massaged my prostate, and made me cum. Didn't you know that God blessed men with a sex organ in their asses? That tells me that He meant for men to pleasure each other."
"Interesting theory, but I just want to wash up and get out of here." He was coming back to planet earth.
"You don't have to go you know. Tomorrow is Saturday. It's so late; why don't you sleep over, and I'll make you breakfast in the morning?"
"It's tempting, but I don't want to spend the night here. Someone might see me leaving tomorrow. Promise me again. Nobody is to know."
Ken went into the bathroom, and washed up. When he got out, he saw that Jamie had thoughtfully laid his clothes on the bed. Ken began to dress quickly.
"Are you sure I can't change your mind about staying over. I can give you more in the morning."
"No, it's best I leave tonight."
As he walked Ken to the door, Jamie said, "You're a great lover. Thanks for a wonderful evening."
Ken hesitated a very long time, but he finally said, "I had a very good time, Jamie. Thank you for a wonderful evening." It was hard for him to say those words, and admit that he had enjoyed himself, so he ran off in a cloud of dust.
The next morning Ken called Ron and really reamed into him. Ron just kept laughing.
"So what did you do?" Ron asked.
"I got right out of there, and ran straight home. I felt so dirty, I got in the shower and stayed under the water for hours."
"You're a jerk, Ken. Jamie came on to me, but I sent you to him. He would have been happy to give you a blow job. I hear gays are the best at it. You should have stayed. You missed a great opportunity. Maybe I'll call him myself."
"You're disgusting," Ken said and slammed down the phone. He thought about Ron fucking Jamie, and he was overcome with jealousy. What the fuck is wrong with me, he thought.
The appointed day of revenge was approaching fast. Ken had not called Jamie since their encounter. He was too ashamed of what he had done, and he just prayed it would go away. But it didn't. When he least expected it, he would get a yearning to repeat the performance. He even fantasized about switching roles with Jamie. These thoughts would cause him to break out in a cold sweat, so he just never called.
Jamie was disappointed. He knew that Ken had been transported to another realm by his love making, but he never called back. Jamie just assumed that Ken had chalked their little adventure up to sexual experimentation, as he had suggested.
But the day before their appointment with revenge, Ken finally called Jamie, who was frankly surprised to hear from him, and told him so.
"Did you forget our little plan?" Ken asked.
"No, I did not, but I thought maybe you had."
"Never. I reserved a room at The Belmont Hotel in your name for tomorrow night. I'll get there with Ron about 7 PM, so you get there earlier and prepare yourself. OK?"
"It's not a problem, I'll be there. Are you sure you can get Ron to come?"
"Yes, he believes everything I tell him. Just leave it to me."
"Hey Ken, I'm looking forward to seeing you."
Ken hesitated a long time before answering. "Yeah Jamie, I'm looking forward to seeing you too."
That evening, Ken called Ron. "How ya doin' stud?" he asked. "How come you're home? Don't you have a date for tonight? Did all those luscious models say no?"
"They did actually," Ron admitted. "I guess I'll have to do myself this evening."
"Don't you dare," Ken admonished Ron. "Save it. I've got a date with a flight attendant tomorrow evening."
"What's that got to do with me?"
"Everything. She wants me to bring a man for her girlfriend, or she won't meet with me. You've gotta help me out."
"What does she look like?" Ron asked.
"She's a beautiful blue-eyed blonde. Would I be wanting to fuck her, if she wasn't, Dumbo?"
"I meant her girlfriend."
"I have no idea, but I'll bet she's as beautiful as Wendy."
OK. I'll go along with you."
"Perfect. The girls want us at their hotel about 7 PM, so I'll pick you up at 6:30. Ta, ta."
Ken hung up the phone with a smug look on his face. He could have left it at that, but he decided to call Jamie, and confirm that everything was in place.
"He fell for it, hook, line, and sinker," Ken reported to Jamie. They both laughed and then they began to chat.
After a little bit of small talk, Jamie said, "You know Ken, I was frankly disappointed that you didn't call me back. You admitted to me that you had a good time, so it must be something else. I made it perfectly clear that I would be glad to make you even happier."
Ken didn't know what to say so he mumbled, "That's just it, Jamie. I enjoyed it way too much, and I was afraid."
"There's nothing to be afraid of. I swore that nobody would ever know."
"I'm grateful for that, but what we did, well, it isn't my nature to do anything like that."
"Did it ruin you for women?"
Ken started to laugh. "Of course not. In fact I used some of your technique to my advantage."
"There you go. I have more to teach you. Are you free now? Would you like to come over?"
"That's not a good idea."
"I think it's a perfect idea. Why are you so hung up on your limited idea of good sex? Sex is an excellent pass time, whether it's between a man and a woman, two dudes, or two women. Just stop worrying about labels, and let yourself enjoy sex to its fullest."
"You make a good argument, Jamie, but I gotta say no. I'll see you tomorrow evening. By the way. I'm looking forward to it."
"Good night Mr. Uptight. I'm looking forward to it also."
Ken, with Ron in tow, knocked on the door to room 304. A sexy voice called out, "It's open. Come on in and lock the door behind you."
The two men smiled at each other. "She sounds nice," Ron said.
Ken opened the door slowly. The two men went in, and as Ken locked the door, Ron gawked at the sight before him. Lying on the bed was the most beautiful woman Ron had ever seen. Her long blond hair just about covered her luscious breasts. All she was wearing was a sheer night gown which covered her panties and her bra. He wondered if she was his date or Ken's as he started to erect.
"She smiled at the men, and purring like a kitten she said, "Dorothy couldn't make it tonight, but don't worry. I'm taking you both on. Trust me, I've got enough for the two of you."
Ron's experience with threesomes had always been two women and him. For one brief second it bothered him that it would be two guys and a girl, but as long as the guy was his best friend, he figured it would be OK.
"Ron, I'd like you to meet Wendy," Ken introduced them.
"Why don't you two guys get undressed and lie down in bed? I'll go down on both of you, and get you good and hard. Then one of you can fuck me the usual way, and at the same time, the other can fuck my ass. Now don't fight over that. You can take turns." Wendy smiled seductively. Ron's erection reached epic proportions. He could hardly remove his clothes, but when he did, Wendy gasped.
Ron was ten fat inches of uncut cock. Now it was Wendy's turn to drool, but when Ken saw the state that Ron was in, he got extremely jealous. He mentally kicked himself in the ass for thinking that.
Wendy positioned herself between the legs of each man, and started to suck them alternately. Ron was in seventh heaven, and kept thanking Ken for orchestrating this fantastic event. Ken, on the other hand, could hardly maintain an erection. He wondered what was wrong with him. Ron was moaning and groaning at higher and higher decibels, and his balls were shrinking. Wendy stopped her labors immediately.
"Now, gentlemen," she said, "you can fuck me. I am going to give each of you a condom and lube. After you have the condoms on, and well-greased, please close your eyes while I undress. You see, I'm very shy." Ron thought that was kind of kinky. He smiled, put on the rubber, and shut his eyes. Ken's eyes remained wide open. He and Wendy smiled at each other.
"Ron," Wendy continued, "I'm going to straddle Ken and put his cock up my vagina. You straddle him also, and fuck me in the ass. Please don't open your eyes until I tell you to."
Ron was like a bitch in heat. "Sure," he said with his eyes closed. "Anything you say.
Wendy stripped, straddled Ken, and leaned over him. Their cocks rubbed together, and Ken had no trouble getting hard now. Wendy grew bold. She placed her lips on Ken's, opened them, and proceeded to kiss him with lots of tongue. She was shocked, and more than pleased, that he was kissing her back...with passion. Jamie figured that Ken was lost in the fantasy that he was with a woman, and he wanted to make the most of it. He was wrong. Ken knew exactly who he was kissing.
Wendy came up for air. "Now," she shouted to Ron. "Now! Open your eyes and fuck me in the ass."
Ron was in a wild state of anticipation. He realized that he had to straddle his naked buddy in order to get to Wendy's ass. At the moment he was so lost in lust, he didn't care one iota. He worried that his massive cock would have difficulty finding its target. He was amazed that he entered so easily.
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard," Wendy yelled.
After the great blow job Wendy had given him, Ron was ready to erupt. He felt the most exquisite orgasm working its way through his body, and heading for his groin.
"I'm cumming," he yelled. "What should I do?"
"Cum inside of me," Wendy gasped. At that precise moment, her prostate gave in to Ron's cock rubbing against it, and she came all over Ken's torso. When she came, her ass constricted and she forced Ron's own eruption.
Everybody lay still for a moment. Ron was the first to move as his cock softened and fell out of Wendy's ass. He ripped off the condom, and started to unstraddle himself from her and Ken.
"You're a genius, Wendy," Ron said. "I can't remember feeling this good in ages."
"I'm so glad," Wendy said. "Now help me get myself off Ken here." She held out her hand to Ron. He took it, kissed it cavalier style, and helped her climb off the bed.
He wasn't sure what he saw first; Wendy's flat chest, the cum all over Ken's body, or the male member hanging between Wendy's legs. He gawked, gagged, and ran to the bathroom, where he rinsed his mouth and washed his cock a dozen times.
Finally he ran from the bathroom, and kept screaming, "Fuck you both. This goes way past a practical joke. I'll get you for this, Ken." He dressed as rapidly as he could, and ran from the room. Ken and Jamie broke out laughing.
"Turnabout is fair play," Ken screamed after him.
"I hope this won't ruin your friendship," Jamie said.
"I doubt it. We go way back. He'll laugh at it when he settles down. I guess I can go home now," Ken said.
"Do you have to go home? The room is paid for the night. You haven't had a happy ending yet. I'd love to bring it on for you."
"I was hoping you'd say that, but don't you think a little foreplay is in order first?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean this, dufus." Ken grabbed Jamie, pulled his wig off, and proceeded to kiss him.
When he came up for air, Jamie asked sarcastically, "You call that foreplay?" He grabbed Ken's cock and balls and started to knead them tenderly. Then he resumed kissing. After a while he whispered in Ken's ear "How do you want to cum this time?"
"That's a hard question," Ken said. "What do you say, we play a little, while I ponder the answer?"
Before Jamie could ask Ken, once again, what he meant, Ken was between his legs and sucking his cock. Jamie was shocked, and the happiest person on the planet at just that moment.
"Stop," he yelled at Ken. "Let's talk about this."
"What's to talk about? I have loved you from the moment we met, but I was too afraid to admit it to myself. I'm not afraid anymore. I want to be with you, make love to you, and spend my time making you happy. Is that so hard for you to understand?"
"I love you too, but I never in a million years ever let myself believe that we had a future together." Jamie put his head in his hands and began to cry.
Ken took Jamie's hands from his face and kissed away the tears.
"Listen," he said, "I think we are both just too overwhelmed to be making serious love right now. What say, we get a good night's sleep, and in the morning we can fuck each other into next year. Checkout time is not until 1 PM."
He wrapped his arms around Jamie, who hunkered into him. They were both asleep in minutes. They slept peacefully until about 4 AM. Then they began to make love, and Ken was not hesitant to do everything to Jamie, that Jamie was doing to him.
It was the beginning of a beautiful and lifelong relationship. Even Ron forgave them, and gave them his blessings. Secretly, he envied Ken for having Jamie's ass to dip into whenever he wanted to. He knew how sweet it was.