Safe Word

The first time was a test, though I didn't realize it. I just knew I was a horny, sexed up 25 year old with a wild imagination and that my boyfriend was just as horny, sexed up, and wild as I was.

Colin Richards was my boyfriend for the last three years, and we were perfectly matched. He had those lean handsome looks I go for, I was his dream muscle-jock bottom. He was total top, and I got over my hangups of being a total bottom and embraced my love of getting fucked.

Colin helped me get over those hangups in fact. He was my first boyfriend out of college and for as much as we were the "cute couple" to family and friends, behind closed doors, Colin had a real wild sexual imagination. At first I thought sex talk was cheesy, something for porn videos, but my boyfriend was so into it and his desire and ability to say nasty things during sex was infectious. I learned`to return his words with my own vocalized desires. Pretty soon, it was like we were trying to outdo each other. We didn't go deep into role play, but sometimes mid-fuck, C would call himself "Coach" or me "little bro." He'd even go with the Daddy talk. Whatever, it inevitably worked me up big time.

My boyfriend was a master at eating ass and we made a game sometimes of seeing how long he could eat me out. Challenging me, but challenging himself.

And yeah, Colin loved fucking me and he got me to embrace being on bottom. Some of it was his physical prowess, and knowing how to work his dick in me. But most of it was psychological. I loved being his muscle bottom. His cum dump. The horny little bro.

Our relationship moved fast. Colin was in finance and worked long hours. I had a shit-paying job in publishing but enjoyed the fact I left my work at the office, able to get plenty of time in the gym. Often I'd make a simple dinner for Colin for when he got home. About a year into dating, we decided to move in together. It just felt right.

The sex only got hotter. We tried threesomes. We went to a sex club on vacation and fucked in front of a crowd. Colin kept pushing me. Sometimes I was hesitant, but usually I got off on the new experiences.

Things clicked with bondage. I am not into S&M at all. But the experience of being bound or cuffed was mind blowing to me. The loss of control combined with Colin's topping ability and verbal went straight to my dick. We'd add tickling or a blindfold. Pretty regularly - I mean, like once a week - Colin would cuff, bind, or tie me somehow. Sometimes just my wrists behind my back as he pounded me doggy. Sometimes restraining more of my body. It was all incredibly hot sex. I had a safe word, "giraffe." I hadn't had to use it, since Colin somehow knew just how far to push the envelope. But the fact I had it made me comfortable in letting go of control.

It was in the middle of a weekend session when Colin first sprung the surprise on me. My wrists were bound to the bed and I had a blindfold on as Colin pumped me slowly, taking his time. His hands were on my muscular, fit body, clearly appreciating the work I'd put in. I had a sense something was up from the way my boyfriend had been checking his phone a lot all evening. Still I was surprised by Colin's words.

"I have another guy lined up who wants to fuck you, babe," he said in a soft hoarse tone, clearly turned on.

We'd had a few threesomes and I'd found them hot. It's not like I craved cock besides Colin's but I loved feeling extra bottom-y with two at once. "Yeah? Sounds hot." I thought he was just doing sex talk, bringing up his desire for a future threesome.

His hands massaged my pecs and his hips stopped for second. "He's waiting in the other room," Colin grunted. "He wants to fuck you bad."

My heart pounded. This was C pushing the envelope again. "Who is it?" I asked, not sure what I thought of the idea, but my dick was winning out.

"That would kill the fun of the surprise, wouldn't it?" Colin said in a lewd chuckle. "I'm not gonna ask if you want it, Drew, but you have the safe word if you wanna use it."

I didn't say anything. I was a little apprehensive but excited as hell. This was kinky and hot.

C pulled out and I felt him get off the bed. I don't know if I heard his soft footsteps but I heard his voice say, "Come in," to the other guy.

The stranger had a nice deep voice. I didn't recognize it. He wasn't super talkative, but he said how hot I was and asked Colin if I was all prepped and ready to go.

"Yeah," C urged. "Fuck him." He was shifting in the bed beside me and pulling my legs back for the new top.

The stranger laughed. "Hot fucking muscle bottom," he said. Then I felt his cock nudge against my pucker.

I have to give to Colin, this was so wild and hot and I got a thrill after those anonymous inches bore into me. Not rough, but able to push quickly in now that Colin had primed the pump.

"Fuck, this cunt is nice, bro..." the stranger growled. He sounded like a straight finance bro in the way he was talking to Colin, like a fraternity brother sharing a chick. I wondered if this guy was someone Colin worked with, or a professional contact. Or maybe he'd just lined up this top online.

Whatever, it was hot as fuck. Anon Bro fucked faster and harder and the blindfold made every nerve in my body come alive. Pretty soon, Anon Bro fucked for his nut, jackrabbit pounding that thick tool deep into me.

"FUCK!" he cried and I felt his hips stiffen.

He slowly withdrew and like that my boyfriend was going for sloppy seconds. His pace was more rushed now, eager to get off. His lubed fist curled around my pole and I felt my own dick seize in pleasure. A few up and down strokes match Colin's in and out motions. I shot high and heavy on my bare muscled body.

Colin got off big in the process and then after he slowed to a stop he reached over and removed my blindfold. The light was low in the room but still felt bright, and as I adjusted my eyes, C was undoing the restraints. Anon Bro had already split.

"Fuck, that was hot, babe," Colin hissed before meeting me in a soft romantic kiss. Then, "I knew you'd like that."

***

I did like it. And C and I talked about it a lot. I told him it wasn't something I'd want to do a lot, but I'd want to try that again for sure.

C didn't wait too long, though. It was about a month later, and I didn't see it coming. No telltale signs, no constant checking of his phone. Just a Saturday night bondage time, me with my legs pulled back in a new restraining bar C had ordered online. That evening he rimmed me for 20 solid minutes while my arms and spread legs were locked in place for him.

"Damn, that's nice, Drew," he hissed as he started finger lube into my hole. I wasn't blindfolded this time and I could see the excited yet focused look on his face. A second finger went in and twisted. C looked up with an impish look on his face. "My hot little muscle bro up for something fun?" he asked.

"What?" I asked.

Colin grinned. "I lined up another cock for your hungry hole." His look challenged me. I could use the safe word. I could even say no. But I had enjoyed it last time and was intrigued what it would be like without the blindfold.

"Fuck yeah, C," I growled, trying to push my ass up on to his hand. I did wonder how long it would take for the other top to be there.

Only C didn't even take his eyes off my naked, bound body or remove his hand. He just called out. "Come on, he's ready."

I knew the man who walked in. It was Paul Richards, Colin's dad. Completely naked and walking in with a hardon and a real lusty look. The man must have let himself in with a spare key, but I wondered how long he'd been waiting.

From that moment, Colin's sexual energy transfered to his father. The two kissed, tongue and all on the bed, then Colin scooted out of the way. He actually reached down and stroked his dad's cock, wetting it up with some lube. Then Mr. Richards lined up with my exposed and defenseless hole.

This was the man who'd been friendly to me as his son's boyfriend. The man I'd seen at holiday dinners and would see at holiday dinners for years to come. The man who seemed like a normal suburban father of two.

I was an emotional mess. Turned on but knowing this would majorly complicate things in the future. And I didn't know of Colin's sexual connection with his father, but I now knew that they two had shared the ultimate taboo.

"Giraffe," came the safe word. Only it didn't come out of my mouth. It got stuck halfway up my throat. Blocked by nervousness, or horniness, or both.

That father cock breached my hole. Mr. Richards was bigger hung than Colin even and I felt him stretch me. Unlike his son, Paul wasn't verbal. He just fucked, a little roughness to his strokes. Metronome rhythm, possessive fuck. All while his handsome body was on top of me. It turned me on like crazy.

He was in a zone, determined, and that went on for about three minutes. The sexual tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Then Colin stopped massaging my body and stepped up to his dad. Met his father in a deep kiss.

That did it. My hands were restrained but I had my first hands-free orgasm. All while my boyfriend's father fucked it out of me.

Paul Richards moaned into Colin's mouth and I was getting good and seeded. He pulled out finally and he and C both had big grins on their faces. Then Mr. Richards' hand pushed C's head down. Colin knew where to go. He leaned forward and took his father's spermy cock into his mouth. My total top boyfriend was doing clean up duty on his father. Paul had a dreamy, almost proud look on his face then he finally looked at me, still in my restraints and spoke to me for the first time.

"I didn't believe Colin that you'd be into that... fuck," the man said as Colin pulled off his dad's dick. Mr. Richards leaned in and before I could respond, he kissed me. Tongue working into my mouth, before pulling back and taking another look at me.

My legs were pulled apart and as I felt my asshole exposed, now oozing with C's dad's seed. My own cum growing runny on my smooth chest. I felt vulnerable in every way.

"Please tell me that's not the only time we do this," I finally said.

Colin looked at me with a loving smile. Then he leaned in and kissed me with those wet lips, giving me a taste of his dad's cock.