Two nights later, there was a knock on our door just after dinner. Arjun was in the kitchen washing the dishes and I was there packing our lunches for the next day. Neither of us was dressed in anymore than a sport brief and a tank top.
“Who is it,” I asked through the door, the peephole not providing much detail.
“Ian,” a soft voice called back.
Not worried about opening the door half-nude for him, I opened it just far enough to let him in.
He also wore a tank top and the same short meshy running shorts from a few days ago. They were tented; he was fully erect.
“Looks like we have booty-call round two,” I called out to Arjun who was now rinsing the clean dishes.
I stroked Ian’s dick through the shorts and underwear. “But you’ll have to wait a moment for us to finish up here,” I said, parceling out the food and snapping the containers shut. “You’re welcome to get comfortable.”
Ian half smiled and shucked his shorts. He wore trunks today, blue, his 6.5inch cut dick aligned to the side.
He then proceeded to drop the trunks and stroke his naked dick, watching us, observing our underwear. His eyes lingered on our packages and butts, our muscled legs, backs, and torsos. Precum drained down his shaft, acting as lube for his strokes.
“You like what you see Ian,” I teased, rubbing my hardening dick through my pouch.
“Yeah,” he stammered. “I mean, I think so. It seems to be getting me going. Maybe I’m truly bisexual… I mean, I really got off the other night and have been even hornier since.” He chuckled, thinking. “I jacked off in the shower yesterday and just now Ellie and I were sitting on the couch watching a show and I kept rubbing my erection. She sent me over here.”
He seemed a little embarrassed.
“I’m sure glad she did,” I stepped up to him from putting the containers in the fridge, replacing his hand with mine on his dick. I pressed my lips to his. He relaxed with me, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I sucked on him, drawing out a moan.
Arjun joined us, stripping off Ian’s tank, he was now completely nude before us, cock pulsing with blood, precum sliding down the shaft.
“Here’s the thing,” Ian stammered again. “I kept thinking about being more active this time.” He looked at us, judging our response like he did last time. Getting little to read from us, we just listened, and he hesitantly continued. “I kept thinking about fucking you, your face anyway, and blowing my load down your throat. Grant sucked my dick, and let me fuck his face the second time, but well, I want to really use his mouth.”
I just turned, stripping off my clothes as I walked into the bedroom.
“Come,” Arjun told Ian, also stripping off.
Arjun dropped to his knees and started sucking on Ian’s dick, letting Ian build up more confidence and let his horniness take over until Ian was holding Arjun’s face and thrusting in and out. Ian was panting, Arjun was measuring his breaths between thrusts and jacking his dick.
“WWWOOOOwwwww,” Ian cried out, pulling from Arjun’s mouth and waggling his dick, making it hit my husband’s cheeks.
Arjun stood, toying with Ian’s sensitive nipples.
Ian moaned and looked over at me, sensually stroking my 8inch shlong, watching the hot scene before me.
“Your turn,” Ian said, dick throbbing, his need to nut had killed his inhibitions.
I was on the bed and Ian directed me to a doggy position, plowing his dick into my mouth and fucking my face.
Ian panting, precum poured into my mouth and mixed with my saliva, which then dripped onto the bedsheets as Ian continued his assault.
We both moaned. I stroked my cock, adding more precum to soak into the sheets.
Arjun aligned behind Ian, hands wrapped around his torso, pinching his nipples. Drifting down to his bush, testicles, and taint and then drifting back up to the nipples.
Ian cried out and pulled out of my mouth. “GGAAAAaaaa,” he groaned, panting, heart racing, dick pulsing. Taking deep breaths; he calmed himself.
“There’s something I’ve seen in porn,” he ventured, horniness definitely taking over, there was no hint of hesitation or embarrassment now. “Ellie would never do it. I’m hoping you’re game.” He raised a brow at me in question.
I shrugged, “Tell me what it is, and we’ll see.”
“You’re on your back, head over the edge of the bed. I cradle your head in my hands and fuck your throat so I can see my dick stretching you open.”
“Hot,” I smiled, flipping over, my large cock slapping around.
My head out over the bed, Ian’s hands held it reverently and his dick wasted no time slipping in.
“OOOOOO yeah,” he moaned seeing his dick press inside and stretch my throat open, then shrink back to size has he pulled out.
Rapidly picking up speed, he was soon jackhammering my face. His hands maintained their reverent hold on my head.
I moaned, vibrating his dick.
“FFFUUuuuUUUUCK,” he cried out.
Arjun moved his hands, one to his dick, the other to Ian’s ass. He cupped a cheek, squeezing, kneading the muscle, giving me a verbal rundown of everything he experienced from Ian’s butt. Ian was smooth on the cheeks. As Arjun’s fingers probed into the crack, he found a light dusting of hair and sensitive skin. Ian whimpered and thrust more erratically.
Arjun hit Ian’s hole and his body rocked in a wave of tension followed immediately by an explosion of quenched desire as cum sprayed into my mouth.
“FFFUUUCCCCCCK,” Ian screamed. “OOOHHH FUCK… FUCK… My hole feels so fucking good…” His hips thrust in short bursts, pumping each jet of cum, his legs twitching. Arjun circled his hole, which fluttered and made Ian whimper again.
His orgasm subsiding with him murmuring about his first time with ass play, I cleaned his dick off and pulled myself onto the bed before righting myself to my knees.
I grinned at Arjun.
Putting a hand firmly on Ian’s shoulder, Arjun pushed him down, his ass sticking out toward Arjun and his face in line with my dick.
Arjun and I jacked off, his free hand still toying with Ian’s ass, mine caressing his face. His eyes were still glossed over, dazed from the intensity of his ejaculation and the feeling of his ass being played with for the first time ever.
Arjun and I were breathing heavy, ready to shoot.
“AAAHHHH,” I moaned to Arjun’s “RRRRRaaaaaaaaa.”
My load sprayed all over Ian’s face, some shooting into his open mouth.
Arjun’s load coated Ian’s minimally hairy ass crack and smooth hole.
Ian moaned, tasted my cum, swallowed, and moaned louder. “Holy shit…”
Arjun and I moaned loudly again, our orgasms trailing off.
“…I just tasted and swallowed cum…”
Catching our breath, drawing air in deeply, I rest back on my hunches and Arjun slapped his dick on Ian’s cheeks.
“…And my ass is coated in cum…”
I pulled Ian’s face up, leaning over to kiss him, “Definitely on the bisexual spectrum,” I told him tenderly before our lips met. “And you’re going to love every minute of it, just as you have these first few times,” I reassured him, breaking the kiss.
Arjun wiped his cum out of Ian’s crack with our towel sex rag, handed Ian his trunks and shorts, and pulled a jockstrap from our underwear drawer. “Next time you come over, wear this.”
Arjun handed Ian a red, mesh jockstrap. Ian held it reverentially, his fingers gliding over the material. “Thanks guys,” he said, grateful, a bit sheepish again. “But I have an old jockstrap from college sports. I use it to jackoff sometimes, blowing my load into it. How about I wear that one?”
“Works for us,” I approved, Arjun taking the jockstrap back as Ian handed it to him.
Our neighbor got dressed and went home.
“We’ll get him yet,” Arjun grinned. I smirked and nodded in agreement.
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