Two preppy private school seniors receive more than the award for the class’s “Food for the Homeless” program as Carl invites them to his penthouse condominium to celebrate after the banquet. Expecting to be limited to a little conversation with the aristocratic Stephen and the baby-faced Drew, followed by a glimpse or two of the teen’s bodies as they change to beachwear, Carl is stunned when Drew initiates a ménage átrois. The trio experience oral and anal intercourse with abandon quickly losing track of who sucked whose cock or fucked the other. The climax to the evening provides a new adventure even for the more experienced Carl.
Pretenses of bisexuality are shattered that evening and over the next several months as the two students separately approach Carl for future trysts. How their varying approaches to sex−from vanilla to sadistic−play out provides many sexual romps and determines who wins Carl’s bed and heart.
Warnings: This title contains graphic language, m/m sex and a menage.
Word Count: 7,769
Drew was not shy and quickly shed his blazer, khaki’s, shirt and tie then scratched his balls and gave his cock a tug through his boxers. I almost dropped the bowl I was filling with salsa. Even with the softness caused by the remaining baby fat, Drew’s body was gorgeous. Although he had fairly long blond hair on his head, his body hair was almost non-existent. Only small curly patches in each armpit and a faint line from his navel down into the top of his boxers were visible. If there was any hair on his legs, it was very fine and light blond. His legs were muscular causing me to speculate soccer was his preferred athletic endeavor.
Stephen undressed in a more dignified manner, carefully folding each article of clothing and placing it on a chair. He turned to face a corner of the room after removing his blazer, shirt and tie but before taking off his khaki’s. His beachwear was more tailored than Drew’s baggy shorts and extra long tee shirt and included a collared shirt with a logo. It was obvious Stephen was on the swim team–his body was clean shaven and muscular but lean with a tapered waist and broad shoulders. His long legs were in perfect proportion to the rest of his frame. The contrast between the very preppy Stephen and the hip-hop style of Drew caused my overactive imagination to go into hypersexual overdrive. I had to adjust my lengthening cock in the tight jean shorts I had changed into before I could bring out the snacks. As I sat the chips and salsa on the coffee table I noticed the little smirk had returned to Drew’s lips and his eyes had strayed to the bulge in my shorts. My mind immediately devised plans to get rid of Stephen without losing Drew. As it turned out, I needn’t have worried.
The hot teens sat together on one of the pair of facing loveseats and I took the other with the coffee table between us and introduced myself using my middle name, Carl, as I detested my given name Conrad. Throughout the rather desultory conversation, each time I looked at Drew he seemed to feel the need to rearrange things in his boxers–appearing to caress a growing cock. Soon, when he reached for a chip, his crotch was sporting a tent in his baggy shorts. Stephen feigned obliviousness; but I caught him sneaking a peek or two. After another round of lemonade, again surreptitiously spiked while I refilled my wine, Stephen loosened up. He also rearranged things in his shorts, which, being less baggy soon showed a tightly packed bulge. My cock was so hard it hurt. Something had to give before my shorts split or I came in them. While I was deciding between getting up for more chips and letting my condition show or jumping their bones, Drew announced he had to piss, got up and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open as he reached into his shorts and pulled out his rigid cock from the openings in his boxers and shorts. From where I was sitting I had a clear view into the bathroom.
Drew turned around to face me and started to jerk off slowly. I obviously lost my composure and stared because soon Stephen turned around to see what was transfixing me. Drew smiled a luscious smile and strolled out of the bathroom towards us. I expected Stephen to throw a fit, instead he reached out, grabbed Drew’s chubby eight inches and leisurely slid the foreskin up over the crown then back down to reveal a wet, deep- red knob. I was mesmerized and remained frozen in my seat watching the unanticipated action unfold. These two gods were going to have sex and let me watch! I was in slut heaven. But it wasn’t to be.
This book was added to our catalog on Thursday 14 June, 2012.