Authors: Jessa Hawke
Buzz shrugged his shoulders.
“It's really never come up,” he said. “Not that I've avoided it or anything, but you know how it can be with parents. It's their way or the highway, and frankly I don't give a fuck enough to let it be their way. They're nice people though, they really are. And deep down I think that they would be supportive and accepting of me. But I just don't want to fool around with it. They have enough stuff going on. As their lives wax they get closer to the point where they'll wane, as is being shown by their health.”
“Oh no!” Jen said. “Are they having problems?”
“Not yet,” Buzz said. “But there have been some ominous signs. My parents, of course, are far to optimistic about everything to ever let anything like a few bad omens dampen the party. But I know better. They have done a decent job of taking care of themselves but they don't hesitate to skip going to the doctor or to eat a super greasy meal again and again just because it's easy. I wish they'd take the whole health thing a little more seriously but what are you going to do? You know? I mean, they are my parents and I love them dearly but at the same time I still have a weird childlike respect for them that doesn't allow me to critically challenge them to their face. Which is especially weird considering how much good I think a diet change would do them. But, well, I guess I'd just rather keep the image I have of them in my mind where nothing goes wrong and they are progressive and accepting without really testing that image.”
Jen nodded.
“I understand completely. I waited a long time to tell my parents that I'd fled Chicago when I did a few years ago to get away from a bad breakup. They were understanding and asked why I hadn't told them earlier. I was just like, 'Well, this was certainly the best reaction I could hope for but you know it could have gone a lot differently.' They seemed to get it,” Jen said.
The waiter showed up with their drinks. It was a tray with many smaller drinks on it, some of them clear, some of them brown, and a few of them many colors that were layered in the glass on top of each other. Jen was pretty impressed by all of it. She was glad she picked this place, and thought all of the praise she'd heard was most certainly deserved. The times she'd eaten here she'd just been with a few friends and they'd ordered very basic pieces of fish.
“Do I know you from somewhere?” Buzz asked the server.
The server looked Buzz up and down, then a look of realization washed over his face.
“My God! Buzz! It's been a long time! Remember back in the day when we used to drink down at the corner pub not far from ISU campus? What was that place called?”
Jen recognized ISU as Iowa State University, a college not far to the north. Many people went there to get their educations as it was affordable and close to Des Moines. It also had a reputation as a party school on the weekends, but not nearly as bad as Iowa, two hours to the East.
“Welch Ave Station!” Buzz exclaimed. “Now I remember! You were a hell of a pool player back in the day. You still shooting balls around or have you put the stick down?”
The server gave Buzz a wink.
“I'll never put the sticks down,” he replied, then hurried off to a table calling for more drinks.
Jen was amused, instead of shocked or angry. It intrigued her that both of these men were being so open about their sexualities. Or maybe they weren't being that open and she just knew what to look for.
“I wonder if we ever did anything,” Buzz said. “I doubt it. Back during my time at ISU I was obviously much younger and things were different. ISU is a mostly an agriculture college, so there are a bunch of farm kids there that pretty much have a huge problem with gay people. I'm not trying to paint them in bad light but that was my experience. Not that anything happened to me that was negative, at the time I was too petrified of the idea that I might actually like guys as well to do anything real about it.”
“It's fascinating to me that so many people are bi but society just seems to smother it out,” Jen said. “Even as little kids we learn all the epithets that allow people to put down those who like the same sex.”
“Oh yeah,” Buzz said, picking one of the multicolored drinks and hoisting it to his lips. “It's a real motherfucker. Society has us all chasing our tails. If you have money you need more, it's never enough. If you don't have money you should spend all your time chasing it, even though the chase never really ends. I don't get it, but then again. I have money so it's not like I have to worry about not having it.”
Jen shifted in her chair while Buzz talked and surveyed the crowd. She was listening but at the same time looking for the server that Buzz knew. They hadn't exchanged names, so maybe they didn't know each other that well. It wasn't that Jen was jealous or anything like that, but she was just interested. It was all so new to her. She wished the server would come back over so they could all talk.
“You looking for him?” Buzz said, finishing his drink. “I don't know his name. I wish I did. It would be fun to catch up with him, even though I think we were nothing more than barflies that happened to run into each other enough that we remember each other's faces. It's funny how life works sometimes. I wonder how much money he makes serving here. The people around us are having the time of their lives. Not that I'm not having fun, but the rest of these folks are lit the fuck up.”
They both laughed.
“Yeah, another weird thing about this nation is how acceptable it is to get super fucked up in public and then drive home. Do you really think all of these people are going to call a cab? There aren't even that many cabs in the city! In other countries if you're on the way to the bar, get pulled over, and someone doesn't pony up for being the designated driver they give everyone a driving while intoxicated.”
Buzz was shocked.
“No way!” he said. “That is so crazy! I mean, I completely and totally understand how a country would get so sick and tired of all the needless deaths that they just shut the whole thing down. You'd think people would be a little more likely to have a driver not drink, or just drink much less, but I guess that's not how things work here. In other nations it isn't cool to get super fucked up at the bar, people just wonder what's wrong with you. But here it's not cool to be sober at the bar. People will ask what the deal is, and why you aren't getting fucked up with them.”
Jen picked one of the light brown drinks off the table and lifted it to her mouth. It tasted like cinnamon and some other light notes of flavor that she couldn't quite pick up. There was definitely pick up, but it was hard to place exactly what they were.
“You know,” Jen said. “Maybe we should pick up the waiter and get out of here.”
Buzz looked at her with sly eyes.
“Are you joking?” Buzz said.
“Only if you are,” she said coyly.
“Well all right then,” Buzz said. “I'll see what I can do, but there isn't really any way to tell how this will go before hand. I guess the first step is getting him to leave with us, which could be harder than you think. But maybe he's just waiting for us to ask.”
Jen was excited that Buzz was excited, and also that shed just volunteered to be in her first threesome. She'd never been in one before, and it would be even hotter if the guys were fooling around. The waiter was lithe and had sandy blonde hair, a stark contrast to Buzz and her, but she knew that would only make things better too. She loved fooling around with people, but had never really worked up the courage to do anything with multiple partners. This seemed like the perfect setting, though. If it went really well maybe Buzz and her could meet again and chat some other place, hell, maybe they could become a real thing. It would be funny to know that not only did they sleep together on the first date, but they had a bisexual threesome on the first date. It seemed like something that she would never do, and that made her want to do it even more.
The waiter came back to check on them and Buzz was on top of things.
“Hey,” Buzz said before the waiter could say anything. “First and foremost, what's your name. Secondly, would you like to go home with us?”
The waiter looked like it was just the thing that he wanted to hear.
“Well,” he said. “My name is Brad, and I'm actually just about to get off. From work that is. So yes, I'd love to. Where is your place?”
“My place is just around the corner,” Jen said.
As the waiter finished up with his remaining tables Buzz and Jen finished the rest of their drinks. There weren't many left at that point, but they weren't drunk. Jen didn't even drink that much and she was feeling good, but not anything more than buzzed.
“I like the drinks here,” Buzz said. “They really know how to make a drink without burning it. That's something I don't really like in a place, when they burn the shit out of their drinks. It just seems tacky. If I wanted to pour liquor down my throat I'd buy a bottle from the corner store and chug it before I walked in. I think this place gets that. And the flavors! God damn! I mean, when was the last time drinks tasted this good!”
They got up and left, following the waiter out. Jen took the lead to her place just around the corner. When they got up in her apartment the men started making out on the couch, and Jen put herself right between them, with an ass cheek on each leg. They three way kissed for awhile, and then the men started to feel her up. Jen loved being the center of attention, especially the way the men tweaked and pulled at her nipples. Jen loved it when her nipples were played with, and both of the men were paying special attention to them now. It was an amazing sensation when they both sucked on one, swirling their tongues around and around, making her nipples and their cocks erect.
Jen's hands were busy stroking their cocks up and down, taking the time to let her hands drift down and cup their balls, playing with them. They way they both would moan between sucking on her tits and three way kissing made Jen so wet that she didn't know what to do with herself, although she didn't have have to wait long for something to happen. Both of the men stood up and bent her over one of the arms of the couch. She felt the head of someone's cock rubbing against her wet cunt. She arched her back and pressed back into the feeling. She didn't know which of the men was slowly entering her, but whoever it was they had a big cock that stretched her pussy out in the best way. The cock kept pressing forward gently, going further and further into her, touching places that hadn't ever been touched before.
“Oh fuck,” Jen said. “Please, fuck me. Oh my God you feel so good in my fucking pussy. I love the way your big cock is stretching me out, Buzz.”
Then Buzz appeared in front of her with a cock that looked even bigger than the one in her pussy felt. He rubbed it against her lips and slowly slipped it into her mouth until it was in her throat. Jen relaxed her throat and took all of it she could, until she felt Buzz's balls resting on her chin. Then Buz started to slowly fuck her face, at first using small little thrusts, but gradually building up to full strokes. He wasn't rough or mean about it though, and took special care not to hurt her. Meanwhile Brad was working her pussy faster and faster with an increasing tempo. It all felt so good and turned Jen on so much. When Buzz pulled out of her mouth for a second the dirtiest filth she'd ever heard poured out of her mouth.
“Fuck me harder! Oh my God it feels so fucking good when you fuck me like this! I love it! Fuck! Oh fuck yes! Your fucking big cock feels so good in my tight puss. I fucking love it! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Oh baby, please! Harder! HARDER!”
Jen could feel Brad getting close to coming by how hard his dick was—it felt like an iron dildo in her pussy. She could even feel the individual veins rubbing against her pussy walls. It was like the heaven in her pussy, and she loved every second of it. Brad grabbed her hips and really started giving her the gusto. He fucked her frantically for a few seconds, then his back arched and Jen felt his cock dump a huge load in her pussy. When his cock finally stopped pulsing his seed inside of her he pulled out and Jen stood up. When she turned around to thank him she found Buzz on his knees fluffing Brad for another round.
Jen reached down and grabbed Buzz by the cock, standing him up and leading him over to the coffee table. Buzz lay down on the sturdy little table, his cock standing straight up in the air like a flagpole. Jen got even more wet than she had been before, something that she hadn't thought was possible. She mounted Buzz in a smooth motion and started bouncing on his cock. It turned out that it was even bigger than Brad's. It got even further in her pussy and stretched it out even more.
“You fucking big cocked motherfucker,” Jen said. “I love the way your fucking dick fucks me. Oh my fucking God! I love it so fucking much! So fucking much! Jesus fucking Christ keep fucking me! Just keep fucking me! Oh my fucking God good!”
“Baby you're the one fucking me!” Buzz cried.