2 SG Boys

The skies bloomed with the swiftly fading splendour of the setting sun. Vivid colours splashed brilliantly upon the waters of the Kallang River Basin. 

Swish! A silent oar swiftly slices through the water, the N team kayakers were  just done with the final set of their harsh training. Breath panting, muscles bunched, their well-muscled bodies strained to the limit, all in preparation for the nationals. Relieved that training is finally over but dreading the debrief with Coach as they disembarked on to the pontoon; they knew their standards were not up to par and Coach was going to give them an earful. Having had a shitty day since morning, Brandon wasn’t in much of a mood to fight back, he just stood there silently enduring the tongue lashing Coach gave him. “Now, stay back and clean up the kayaks as punishment!”

  Brandon could only nod, his girlfriend had suggested a hiatus in their relationship to cool things off. She still has not replied to a single one of his messages in almost 3 weeks…. A firm but familiar hand rested on his shoulders, “What’s wrong with you today? Eilean still hasn’t replied?” Kester his rowing partner asked. “Yeah, I’m sorry I got you scolded by coach too… I just can’t get her out of my mind, just what is she thinking? Does she even bother that I’m missing her so much? Does she even care at all?” All that pent up frustration came to the fore. With a sigh, Kester gently wrapped his arms around Brandon’s broad shoulders, trembling with his muffled sniffles… “Hey… that’s out of your control, whatever she’s feeling, you still have one more week before the ‘break’ ends right? It’s pointless to keep torturing yourself like that, it’s not worth it. You just have to wait till then!” Brandon nodded resignedly. “Okay, I’ll stay back and wash them with you. You’ll never get anything done like that. Tsk! Come, we better start washing…” Kester said with a sigh and a pat on Brandon’s back.

  They quickly got out the hoses and washed the kayaks down. Kester and Brandon only got to know each other at the start of the year when they were assigned as partners. Even though it was just a short period of time, training together 5 times a week as partners, they got along pretty well, each seemed to always know what the other was thinking on the kayak - so they were the best duo in the N Team, just maybe not for today. Feeling a little cheeky Kester decided to liven things up, hopefully Brandon would stop brooding over Eilean for awhile. Taking careful aim with the hose, he blasted a stream of water right between Brandon’s buttcrack. Brandon jumped in surprise from the icy cold water and Kester couldn’t stop laughing at his stunned expression. It wasn’t long before a full on water fight started, and Brandon forgot briefly about his worries…

  It was dark when they finally put away the kayaks in the shed, both of them drenched to the bone, their red compression tights plastered to their ripped bodies. The streetlamps outside the dark equipment shed highlighted the defined ridges of their abs and their sculpted pecs. Even though he has seen Brandon topless many times, Kester could not help but feel a deep stirring of desire when Brandon slowly peeled off his top, revealing his adonis belt, his abs and then that massive chest of his… wet skin glinting in the faint light. Luckily with his back to the light Kester’s slowly bulging hardon went unnoticed. But he could just make out Brandon’s bulge in the faint light, throbbing slightly not hard but not flaccid either. Absentmindedly, he wondered just how it would look when fully erect…

  A little horsing around should be fun, Kester thought. “Still thinking about Eilean ah? I told you forget it already silly boy!” Then Kester attacked with the tickles. Brandon was extremely ticklish so despite his ardent protests he didn’t last very long before the physically bigger Kester had him pinned to the ground, relishing every chance he got to brush his body against Brandon’s cock while he was struggling. Wet spandex on bare skin is very arousing apparently. Brandon could barely control his raging erection, and boy he was big, long, thick and hard at 7 inches. After a dry spell of 3 weeks, he was pretty pent up. Kester plopped himself on top of Brandon’s abs, his ass just shy of Brandon’s raging boner, pinning his arms down Kester declared, “I win! Hah you need to forfeit!” Brandon, embarrassed that he got hard so easily was exasperated for Kester not to notice, only replying, “What do you want?” rather irritably. Kester thought best not to push things too far, “Okay fine, don’t tease you lah emo boy, just help me remove my top can? Damn sore can’t reach the back today.” Kester said rather sheepishly. Standing in front of him Brandon reached for the hem of the tights and attempted to pull them over Kester’s head. Unfortunately, Brandon was about a head shorter than Kester so that didn’t work out very well. He tried pulling a little harder and with a hard yank Kester lost his balance on the wet concrete floor and tumbled forward crashing into Brandon and they both fell to the floor. 

  Their faces were inches from each other when they opened their eyes with Kester lying flat on top of Brandon, both a little stunned with the wind knocked out of them. Their breaths mingled for a moment before they registered the throbbing of each other’s erections. There was a brief moment of realization and shock before Brandon flushed bright red and rolled out from under Kester panting. That unexpected moment of sexual tension caught him off guard. In an attempt to diffuse the awkward tension Kester asked casually, “So… How long never cum already?”. Brandon panted heavily, still trying to catch his breath “Ugh… 3 weeks?… You?”. “Yesterday, hahaha! I’m just a horny bastard who wanks everyday!.” Kester laughed, then leaning in close to Brandon, “Want me to help you with yours?” Kester’s hands reached over and brushed Brandon’s hardon for the briefest moment before Brandon’s hand swiped it away, “Don’t be gross lah!” But secretly Brandon’s body felt otherwise, his blood was thundering in his ears, all the pent up hormones begging for sweet release, wondering what exactly he’s suddenly so excited about… Picking up his oar and covering his throbbing crotch, “Let’s go shower already lah!” and trooped off towards the locker room. Kester followed soon after, but couldn’t help wondering just how much Brandon’s raging libido might allow for experimentation as he admired Brandon’s rippled back and bubble butt from afar…

  As he walked, Brandon could not seem to erase the somewhat comforting sensation of Kester’s muscular body lying on top him. The sensation of skin on skin with a muscled dude like Kester surprisingly didn’t repulse him, while he actually found himself rather enjoying the firmness of Kester’s body. So very different from Eilean’s softness and he wished he could just maybe touch Kester’s body again and feel those solid curves…. Stripping off his tights in the locker room Brandon walked into the shower cubicle not bothering to close the door, his thoughts still fantasizing about running his hands over Kester’s body. Soaping up his own hands, Brandon slowly began caress his own body… Lost in his own world, he didn’t hear a thing when Kester entered the locker room; Brandon slowly begun wrap his hands around his throbbing dick, cupping his palm slowly around his massive dickhead. Brandon was already rock hard, the soap on his body felt sensuous as his ran his fingers up and down the length of his shaft. “Ooohhh, fuck.” A soft involuntary moan escaped Brandon’s lips…. It has been too long since he last indulged himself like this…

  Kester was still stripping down when he heard that low moan of pleasure… The locker room was empty. It was near closing time, they were the last to leave, it had to be from Brandon. Following the sound of the running shower to the last cubicle Kester was surprised to find the door wide open only to find Brandon touching himself…. It doesn’t get better than this he thought, Kester peeked for awhile but could only see Brandon’s back, frustrated and not wanting to waste this fine chance he muttered, “Need my help?” Brandon spun around shocked, dick in hand. “You’ve been peeping?” He demanded in shock. “It’s really hard not too when the door is open…” Kester gestured to the open cubicle and revealed his own erection, Brandon’s eyes just glazed over at seeing another guys erection for the very first time. He was mesmerized, Kester’s dick was straight up curving slightly, not as thick as his but decent sized. Inviting himself into the cubicle Kester wrapped him hands around Brandon’s girth, “Damn, you are thick….” Brandon could only gasp in pleasure as Kester’s hand wrapped, tugged, tickled and teased his dick, tapping a dollop of precum from the tip Kester pulled it up to his lips… “And you are leaking like crazy…” Brandon could barely reply. His hands were busy exploring Kester’s ripped hardness, cupping his huge square chest and squeezing them lightly, fingers teasing his nipples. Kester let loose a moan, as he washed the soap off Brandon. Kester still could not believe his luck as his hands ran over every curve of Brandon’s amazing body. Watching him squirm under his hands was something he had been fantasizing about for awhile… And he was going to enjoy every bit of it.

Kester set his tongue to work. Cupping Brandon’s massive chest his tongue flicked gently at Brandon’s small brown nipples, slowly increasing in intensity. While his hands worked on the other nipple and cock. Sex with Eilean never felt as amazing as this, he experienced pleasure in the most unexpected places on his body. So when Kester’s finger found his g spot for the first time he gasped in sheer pleasure erupting from the very core of his body, spreading fire to all other parts. In the midst of all the new pleasures Brandon did not even realize Kester’s finger had entered his virgin ass. Kester could barely contain himself, Brandon’s virgin boyhole was silky smooth out and inside, plunging a little deeper to massage his g spot “You like that, huh?” Kester panted against him, “Yeahhh… Fuck what are you doing… Ahh…” Brandon moaned and surrendered to Kester’s ministrations. “Just relax…” Kester assured him, exploring every nook and cranny of Brandon’s warm, squirming and tight hole.

Flipping Brandon against the wall, Kester placed his cock underneath his boyhole and clamped Brandon’s muscled thighs tight on his dick. His own precum was enough lube on Brandon’s wet skin, sliding his dick between Brandon’s smooth hairless inner thighs, teasing his virgin hole as his dick slid past it. Brandon never expected to feel anything like it down there, and his boyhole was clamouring for more… Kester could feel Brandon’s hole pulsating, relaxing and opening up, taking aim on the entrance he slowly guided himself in, savouring every inch of Brandon’s smooth puckered boyhole. Brandon was so overwhelmed with sensation the only things that came out were primal moans of pleasure. Keeping both hands at pleasuring Brandon’s dick and nipples, he slowly begun to push past his sphincter feeling Brandon slowly give way… With every moan he could feel Brandon’s ass opening up as Kester slowly inserted his full member, inch by inch into that fine ass…

It wasn’t long before Kester’s entry rubbed against Brandon’s g spot. Sending shivers of pleasure down his body, “Keep doing that… Ugh fuck…. Ahhh…” Brandon could only gasp in stunned silence as Kester started to pick up his pace, his up curving cock hitting that sweet spot perfectly with every stroke. Watching Brandon shiver and twitch in uncontrollable pleasure enjoying every bit of his cock was the best turn on. Kester could feel Brandon’s ass clenching his dick with every burst of pleasure, making his dick even harder. With renewed vigour Kester ploughed into Brandon’s hungry ass, enjoying every inch of his virgin ass! Their bodies plastered against each other writhing with every stroke as their ecstasy soared ever higher…

Yet, as much as Kester loved savouring Brandon’s fine ass. He had always wondered how Brandon’s thick straight cock would feel up his ass… And playing with Brandon’s hard tingling cock from the back was tempting him so much. Reluctantly he pulled out from Brandon’s ass, both panting heavily… Brandon clearly still wasn’t satisfied, “do you want to try that on me? I’m a lot tighter than a girl…” Kester let the words hang, and Brandon wanting more nodded between bated breath. “Lie down.” Kester commanded and straddled Brandon, rested his hole on Brandon’s cock head. Both their hands playing with each other’s nipples made Brandon’s cock twitch even more while Kester’s hole slowly relaxed to accommodate his girth. Kester winced from the pain but that’s a small price to pay when he felt that familiar tingling sensation firing all over his body as he fully engulfed Brandon’s girth. He had never felt so full before, Brandon moaned as Kester tightened his ass to tease on him, “Fuck, you are fucking tight” Brandon breathed in disbelief as his dick throbbed in pleasure inside Kester, “Woo, someone can’t wait to cum? Let me enjoy this for awhile” and Kester started riding… For Brandon, watching a jock like Kester riding his dick, running his hands over those slabs of muscle and hearing him grunt in pleasure was something he never thought he’d enjoy or even imagine. Yet here he was fucking turned on by doing something so unexpectedly naughty, forbidden and yet so ridiculously hot. Brandon decided to take control, if only to see if he could pleasure Kester as much as Kester did for him; increasing his pace and thrusting his hips up to pound into Kester’s tight ass. Going by Kester’s spirited moans, there was clearly no objection. Kester never felt so satisfied by a dick before, it’s almost like Brandon’s dick fit perfectly into his hole. Every nook and cranny sending him into a delightful frenzy of pleasure. He could feel every inch of Brandon’s rod before it explodes against his g spot. Making him see stars… “Oh yes! Fuck me till you explode inside me!” Kester demanded, Brandon was only too ready to comply, swiftly flipping Kester down, hooking his legs onto his shoulder, hands teasing Kester’s chest and proceeded to pound away in earnest. Harder and harder with each successive stroke. Eilean would always whine when he got a little rough, so watching Kester take such delight at his pounding turned him on even more. Wetting his fingers Kester teased Brandon’s nipples, watching his face scrunched up in pleasure pounding like a jackhammer and sent both of them over the edge. “I’m gonna cummmm ugh!” “Oh yeah harder! Harder! Fuck me, yes! Yes! I’m cumming too! Arghhhh…" 

Brandon pumped 3 weeks’ worth of his load into Kester’s ass, and it seemed like he would never stop shooting… As the warm gush of Brandon’s cum exploded in his ass, Kester’s orgasm erupted hands free, and Brandon kept pounding, fucking the cum out of Kester with each stroke, splattering his entire torso and almost hitting his face. After about 10s of absolute nirvana, the spurts settled into a final dribble oozing out of his still throbbing dickhead. As the euphoria faded, Kester’s trembling hands held on to Brandon’s massive shoulders for support. Totally exhausted, Brandon collapsed on Kester’s heaving chest, feeling strangely satisfied and finally at ease enough to be able to rest on someone else instead for once. Kester wrapped his arms around Brandon’s waist tentatively a little unsure… but Brandon only snuggled closer, seemingly half asleep from his exertions as Kester held him tight wondering just where this might lead…

The two lay there awhile entwined for about 10 mins, such intense sex pushed their already taxed bodies to the limits. "Wake up, silly boy” Kester gently shook Brandon awake, yawning he sat up slowly. They caught each other’s eye for the first time since. Kester was uncertain, but Brandon smiled if a little sheepishly then looked away, somewhat self conscious for some reason. “I think I enjoyed that a little too much… Anyway thanks… For getting my mind off… Stuff…” There was a pause and Kester felt like maybe Brandon would say something more but, “We should probably wash up…” he finished. Undaunted,  Kester felt perhaps a small flicker of hope light up in his heart, perhaps things could turn out for the better, “Yeah, let’s go get dinner” he stood up and walked into the cubicle with Brandon as a small trail of their intermingled cum ran down Kester’s leg…

It has been a long and dreary Sunday and all I wanted to do was to head to the gym with my buddy and take it out on the weights. Murphys been a real bitch and nothing has been going right.

Well at least there are no shortages of eye candies at FF Westgate this time of the day. Sure enough, I caught sight of a new hunky trainer as I was walking to the locker room. Haven’t seen him around before and damn he is eye catching. Not very tall, not too bulky but well proportioned with his biceps straining at his shirt as he guides his client to execute a proper squat. Quite the looker too, swept back hair, sharp features and a cut jawline with small eyes (I dig that). 

As I dreamily walked past him caught in my own fantasy land, I must have forgotten I was unabashedly staring, or rather, gawking. He caught my eye, flashed a shy smile, was that a wink? I was shocked out of my reverie, as a thousand thoughts raced thru my head. Was that pick up? He thinks I’m cute? But this has never happened to me before! I feel my cheeks flushing and return his smile as quickly as I can before entering the locker room to slow down my racing heart. All that happened in the space of 3 seconds. Also the fastest raging boner I’ve ever sprung in a long time. 

His name is Luke, don’t look any older than 25. I couldn’t get him out of my mind, thinking about what might happen later. What made it worse was that I caught him checking me out and sneaking glances at me at least three times. 3 x raging boners. Which of course made it very awkward to work out. His gaze was electrifying. It was a mixture of shyness and naughtiness bundled up in that yummy package of a hunk.    It was about 9 when we finished our workout. I excused myself to the pool so my buddy left first giving me a chance to cool off all that pent up energy. I scan the gym for him, seems Luke has also finished up his last client of the day. The gym seems less crowded now much quieter this time of the evening on weekends. With anticipation, I wrapped up and headed to the locker room. I hear him enter a little later. As he was stripping down I sneaked a few glances toward him. He had a defined square chest with rounded shoulders and monster guns. And since there weren’t anybody else around (but me) he slipped off his undies before quickly wrapping a towel around. I couldn’t help but think it was for my benefit (what an ass). My heart was pounding, as was my dick. I quickly wrapped my towel around and as he walked past me to the showers I followed just a distance behind him. Just as he was about to turn into the last cubicle he took off his towel and slung it on his shoulder before stepping in. When I saw his semi hard dick flashing out in that split second, I decided that tonight he’s gonna be mine… But not quite so fast. Mustering my courage I walked up to the final cubicle, it was left deliberately ajar with a small gap enough to see a little bit of Luke as he soaped himself up slowly. Well two can play at this game. I took the cubicle opposite his and started my own teasing. We were both innocuously soaping ourselves up slowly while throwing searching glances to admire each other’s bodies. I am rock hard now and I couldn’t help stroking myself, feels so damn good with hot water and soap, wishing it was his hands on my dick. When I opened my eyes, he was staring right at me with a hungry look in his eyes my gaze slips down and I see his hand slowly stroking what must have been his hard dick hiding behind the door. I took that as my cue, wrapped up and headed to the steam room. To return his kind favor earlier - and also partly to drive him nuts. I dropped my towel from my waist as I entered the steam room. Giving him a full view of my behind just as I heard him stepping out of his cubicle…  The steam room was dark and the door was tinted glass. So you could see what’s happening outside but not so much inside. Besides the gym was almost empty now. We would be undisturbed. I drape my towel across my lap and sit down on the far end. “Click!”, and right on cue Luke enters as well. And all I see is a muscled silhouette of him as he takes the spot right across me. The faint light falls across half his face and body illuminating the awesome curves on his gym built body, wet and glistening over those muscles. He let’s out a barely audible moan as he sits. I could feel his gaze rake across my body and it was all I could do to not gape as my eyes follow his palms as he begins to slowly caress his body. Running over his muscular chest, stopping ever to briefly to brush across his right nipple while the other hand massages his abs as they slowly make their way south. I was so transfixed by that awesome sight before I suddenly noticed a tent slowly forming under his towel. It wasn’t long before it reached its full majesty. It must have been at least 7 inches. My own tent was quite size able too after all that teasing from him. Each staring at the other’s dick, throbbing underneath the white towel. Just as his left hand was about to reach under his towel and me under mine….. He suddenly stood up and began walking towards me. I simply couldn’t my eyes away from him as he stops in front of me. The only thing on him now was the towel hanging on his throbbing 7 inch dick, hidden only by shred of decency was hanging in front of my face. I did the only thing I knew as I reached forward to fling the towel away and hold his girth in my hand. A low moan escapes his lips. My tongue makes the first contact as I tentatively lick his slit. Slowly, and surely enveloping his head with my swirling tongue and mouth. He struggles to muffle his moans, as my hands starts to explore the fine specimen that is his body. Reaching up across his tight abs to his chest, he moans as give them a gentle squeeze. We are both wet from the steaming already and my fingers set to working drawing gentle circles around his perky nipples, occasionally giving them a pinch and flick as my mouth goes down on him. His questing hands finally reach my nipples, my body floods with pleasure partly due to the warmth and to his skillful wet fingers working magic on my most sensitive spot. I let loose a deep throat-ed moan as my mouth takes in his whole rigid length in one swoop. The deep throaty vibrations of my moaning on his dick almost drives him to the brink when I feel his cock head plunge into the back of my throat. It takes all of my resolve to not gag as Luke convulses in pleasure with my moans clasped tightly on his dick and fingers dancing on his chest and nipples. 

“The club is closing in 30 mins time, please make your workout and washing up preparations duly.” 

“Well, I guess we’d better hurry up then” says a breathless Luke as he kneels down and takes my whole throbbing cock into his mouth. I let out a surprised gasp as he deep throats me immediately. Goddamn, he’s good with his mouth as I try to muffle my cries of ecstasy. He does not let up as his hands sweep up to play with my nipples, I never knew I could get any harder than I already am as my entire body tenses up with this bombardment of sensation, his hands, his mouth, and the corded muscles on his shoulders, arms and back flexing in tandem as they give me pleasure was a sight unto itself. 

I was so close. But if he looks this amazing in this half light, then I need to see all of this hunky boy in his full glory. “Let’s cool off.” As I pulled him out of the steamroom and right into a cubicle. “Well that was quite suffocating, you are quite big there” complained Luke with a cheeky smile. “How’s this to help you breathe?” our lips lock onto a full French for the first time. Our tongues and lips tussle in a gentle tug of war as cold water cascades down our overheated bodies. It was intense, passionate with our arms wrapped tightly around each other, would that it lasted longer, but we have ‘harder’ things to deal with right now. 

“Bye guys!” Jon calls out to his team as he slowly makes his way back to his hostel in Pulau NTU. Training was tough today, he didn’t want to hang out with his team for too long after dinner. He still has his mid terms to study for, coupled with the crushing schedule of studying and full time rowing for the NTU dragonboat team, it was certainly taking its toll on his sanity. All he wanted to do was just to crash in his bed, even though he’s supposed to be studying…. Zzz.   “Pioneer!” Jon awakes with a start after dozing for the whole journey, noticing a slight bulge in his shorts. Jon sighs, exasperated that it was just another ‘dream’, he’s always horny after the tough physical training and the guy of his dreams just happens to be his hot yet straight and out of reach pageant roomie Tyler. An image of Tyler’s megawatt smile instinctively lights up in Jon’s mind and he crushes it dejectedly as he hops on the bus. Jon is built the way most competitive dragonboaters are, tanned with bulging biceps, a chiselled chest and mermaid lines drawn nicely down to his navel from years of rowing. They are aching badly now and all he wants is a good massage to ease those tense muscles. The bulge in his pants gradually grows to its full size, straining against his tight underwear under his shorts as he imagines his Tyler’s strong hands working on his sore shoulders and back… Jon has always had a thing for Tyler since they were first allocated as roomies. Jon was always the quiet and forgiving type while Tyler was always the gregarious and easy-going one, it was no surprise they became fast friends. Tyler was your typical handsome jock, not built like Jon but nicely defined and proportionate in all the right places. Much like a lean and defined swimmer’s body with a killer jawline and a megawatt smile to boot. Girls were always clamouring over him, for awhile he was single and Jon could still hope. But recently Tyler got hitched up with Clare, the school hottie. She too had a line of guys waiting for her, even Jon couldn’t help but catch a few more glances of her perfect figure. She was svelte with shoulder length wavy hair and quite the rack to turn all the guys heads, definitely at least a C, visible even under a loose blouse. Jon has always wondered what it would be like to cup his hands around them, used as he was to a guy’s hard body, a sexy girl can be quite a novelty too…

As Jon trudges from the schools bus stop, making his way back to his hall, Jon’s mind wanders…  fantasizing about how Tyler would be fucking Clare and wishing he was in her place as he reaches his doorstep. All this pent up testosterone clearly isn’t making him think straight. The card key flashed as he slowly opened the door… Soft voices drifted over from within the room, “Ah! Yes! Mmm…. Oh yes Tyler!”. Jon’s hand froze before it reached the light switch. A thousand scenarios raced within his head, he held his breath and with the greatest care closing the door as quietly as he could, he went to investigate… The beds was hidden from view at the door. Jon and Tyler had joined their single beds when they first moved in and used their two bookshelves to block out the lights from the study table so one of them could sleep if the other was up studying. Hearing the girls moan, heart pounding in anticipation Jon shifted soundlessly behind those bookshelves as his erection slowly grew in his shorts as he edged over to take a peek… The sight that greeted him was his deepest fantasy coming true. Jon could not believe his eyes. Tyler was lying flat on their beds clad in nothing but his fbt shorts, his muscled torso catching the dim light in the best places as his muscular arms wrapped around  Clare’s waist. Wearing nothing but his sheer material fbt, Jon has always wondered what jewels lie beneath that thin cloth. Now his curiosity and desire is answered seeing Tyler’s hardon clearly visible straining against the fbts. The tip was glistening with a big wet patch of his leaking precum; clearly they have been at it for awhile. Tyler’s hips are thrusting and grinding upwards, taking what pleasure he can from his hard rod rubbing against his precum covered patch with Clare’s every moan. Without thinking, Jon’s hand drifted down to his crotch slowly savouring the realization of his deepest fantasy. Lost in the moment and barely stifling a moan of pleasure, Jon almost shoots while rubbing himself on a quickly growing precum patch in his underwear. It almost feels like what Jon has always imagined Tyler’s wet tongue to feel like, flicking on his dick head. That nearly pushed him over the edge had he not stopped himself. In the throes of their passion Tyler and Clare have yet to notice Jon’s presence in the room, and the action was getting hotter by the minute, Jon could not peel his eyes off them.

Tyler’s moans were muffled as Clare straddled his face, if her passionate moans were anything to go by, Tyler must have a very skilful tongue. Clare was clad in nothing but her lingerie, eyes closed, held in rapture by his tongue. Her hardened nipples straining against her bra, her panties wet . Tyler’s hands slowly reached up to cup her breasts, tenderly kneading them fingers grazing the thin material that is her lacy bra, over her firm nipples. Clare arched her back in pleasure as she threw back her head with a low moan. Bracing her arms on his firm pecs she began to grind harder into Tyler’s face, his intensified moans muffled between her legs… “Put your tongue in please, Tyler…” she begged in surrender. He clearly could not be more happy to comply, with one hand kneading her big and firm breasts teasing her erect nipple peaking thru her thin bra. His right hand slowly grazed down her flat abdomen, exchanging a brief look Clare nodded and Tyler slowly, almost reverently pushed aside her wet lingerie to expose her eagerly waiting vagina. With one finger massaging her engorged clit, his roving tongue gradually explored her wet cave, building in intensity until he was tongue fucking her with half his face buried…

Jon wonders how best to proceed, he couldn’t stand just watching from the sidelines much longer, it was driving him crazy. When he suddenly recalls how two of his team-mates boasted about double teaming Clare after a drunken night at Zouk. Besides, Jon is no slouch in the bod department, if Clare agrees… Who knows what might happen with Tyler tonight? And, as if right on cue, Tyler struggles with unclasping Clare’s bra. Jon saw his opportunity, casting aside all reason, it was now or never. With the most inviting voice he could muster, Jon almost growled “Need some help Clare?” Tyler and Clare half disengaged from each other in shock, finally registering Jon’s presence in the dim light. After watching them go for almost 10 mins, Jon’s raging libido after training is almost uncontrollable. His own 6.5 inch was wet and making quite a visible tent in his shorts. Clare threw Tyler an accusing look almost as if questioning if he set this up. But before, they could muster another syllable, Jon teasingly stripped off his singlet the sexiest way he could and threw it aside with a slight flex. “Mind if I join in?” Clare’s eyes grew big staring at Jon’s hard bod and erect member under his shorts. Tyler’s bod is decent but Jon is certainly more built and defined - judging from his team-mates comments Clare clearly has a taste for bods like Jon’s. Jon knew he had Clare when their eyes locked, her shock transforming into lust and desire. While Tyler is still trying to form a coherent sentence gaping at Jon’s display, he couldn’t help but notice Tyler’s cock throb a little as his gaze widened at Jon’s throbbing hardness. (Well, well…)

“I’m sorry! I didn’t expect you back so soon! I thought you’d be out…” Tyler managed. Clare came to Jon’s rescue, putting a finger to Tyler’s lips. “Let’s make tonight special shall we? This will just be between three of us. I’m still yours Tyler” lowering herself to kiss him. Tyler began to protest still a little overwhelmed by the whole fracas, “but this is our first time…” His voice trailing away as he glanced over to Jon. There was a faint hint of desire in Tyler’s eyes that he couldn’t completely mask as his gaze lingered just a tad too long. Almost as if he is torn between exploring his desire for Jon and wanting Clare all to himself. Sensing his dilemma, Jon said, “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you won’t allow with Clare…” With deliberate slowness Jon peeled off his shorts moved to kneel beside them on the bed with Clare still straddling Tyler. Placing Clare between them, Jon’s hands rested on her shoulder “I’ll just help you guys along…” throwing them both a wink and slowly moving to caress her. There, the compact between them was sealed with Tyler’s silence. Jon slowly unclasped her bra, revealing those two beauties to Tyler for the very first time. “Oh my god…”  he uttered….

I still can’t believe all of this is happening, that I’m not just watching but enacting my most erotic fantasy in the flesh - with Tyler to boot.

Tits and vaginas are nice and all but I still couldn’t forget the allure of Tyler’s cock. Leaving Tyler to finger fuck Clare as she straddled him, he should be too distracted with her boobs bouncing over his face to pay attention to me. With one hand teasing Clare’s boobs from behind (they still feel amazing to me), my free hand finally rested on the object of my desire. Tyler’s throbbing cock, he is copiously wet as I started to tease him with his wet fbt. Damn, I want this to last.

Finally, Tyler’s cock is starting to get some much needed attention. His precum making everything slick and perfect to edge him with. With my fingers, I began to play with his nice rounded cockhead, never forgetting to give a little more attention to the tip, and from his moans and the way his leg thrashes, I’m doing a pretty fine job. Massaging his cockhead and tip until the sensation is unbearable before I stop and repeating it over and over again… I pulled off Tyler’s fbt and his dick snapped free with a ‘slap!’ on his tight abs. There, Tyler’s cock is finally revealed to me, I couldn’t stop running my slick hands up and down his glorius throbbing shaft, driving Tyler’s moans every louder. His dick was about 6 inches, thickly veined with a sizeable girth. Thicker at the base and thinner near the pointed head. I was copiously wet myself and haven’t had much attention on my dick this whole time. Straddling Tyler’s thighs, I started rubbing our precum covered cockheads together. Having both Clare and I working on him was clearly too much for Tyler, “Jon, omg what are you doing!?…” he begged, “anymore and I’ll come…” he whimpered. I reached over to feel Clare’s wetness. Yup, definitely ready. Leaving Tyler helpless on the bed. From all that foreplay I’m afraid he might just explode when I touch it. He was that hard, ramrod straight and pointing up towards his chest at an angle all the while wet with glistening precum. So lost in my reverie that just before I was about to swallow Tyler’s shaft into my mouth, that I realized Clare’s existence. Guess I still prefer guys, well ladies first, or rather girlfriend first in this case.

Clare is quite the tease herself, her tongue set to work on Tyler’s sensitive slit. Swirling round and round as she slowly wrapped up all of Tyler’s girth. While I set about exploring Clare, rubbing my dick on her clit from behind slowly. We were both sopping wet there I couldn’t help my moans, it took quite an effort to refrain from just entering her there and then. I was edging myself as well as her, I could almost feel her 'lips’ inviting me in and just before I could slide even my cockhead in I would pull out, teasing a moan out of her. Tyler is in ecstasy, I think he’s just trying his best not to cum as he watches me tease Clare and squeezing her boobs as she sucks him off. Never thought I’d see his eyes so aflame with desire…wait, was that a glance and a wry smile at me? For double teaming his girl? Or…

Something came over Tyler then. I could tell in his manner, his eyes had a hungry look in them as a wry smile inches across his lips. Silence descends from Clare’s command, there was a pregnant pause. Tyler moved, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her down on the bed, none too gently. He’s had enough of receiving pleasure mind-blowing as it is, and now it’s his turn to give it. Without breaking stride his hard cock is already aimed at her wet vagina, with his hip movements grinding his cockhead in slowly. Clare gasps, caught off guard but definitely aroused by his carnal ferocity. Tyler would have plunged right in had I not reminded him to use a condom. I took my time rolling the condom over Tyler’s cock, stealing a few more feels for that hard rod, wishing I was the one riding on it instead. My hands lingered a little too long rubbing his gloved dick and Tyler fixed me suddenly with this look of pure desire… does this mean he would be open to exploring…?The electric moment between us quickly passes however as Clare is writhing in pleasure, trying desperately to stifle her moans as Tyler’s cock teases her hole, his hands rubbing her hard nipples and giving her boobs a squeeze every now and then. Her eyes turned to me, admiring my rock solid body as my cock throbs and lands on her face. I oblige her pleading gaze as Tyler and I both plunge in at once. It was pure sensory overload for Clare as her body trembles in the waves of an orgasm. While we kept on fucking. I wouldn’t believe the way Tyler was pounding away if I were not witnessing it myself now. He’s a damned stud at fucking man, inserting quick and shallow strokes, then switching to long and hard pounding, followed by a nonstop jackhammer until Clare is begging for more. This is the second time I’m being jealous of not being at the receiving end of Tyler’s cock, I could just imagine it hitting my g spot and sending me over the moon like he did with Clare. That said, Clare is an accomplished cocksucker, the things she did with her tongue and hand had me on edge all the this time. And watching Tyler plow into Clare with such abandon, it is an absolute turn on.

Tyler: “About what happened just now… I had fun… more than I ever expected actually…” Jon: “You were nervous right? HA!” Tyler: “NO I wasn’t! Okay maybe a little… and Clare’s so hot and tight there… Fuck!” Jon: “Yeah man, too bad she’s yours…”

Tyler didn’t reply immediately, almost as if there was something on his mind, it was a moment before he replied… Haltingly. T: “Actually… I think it would be quite hot if I could watch you fuck her, your bod’s damn nice can…” Tyler’s voice trails off into silence… I wonder what might be on his mind… There was an awkward silence when I broke the tension.

J: “HA! You aren’t afraid I’ll steal her from you?” T: “Fuck you! bet you got hard thinking about fuckin her right!” J: “I was really tempted to actually…” While all I could think about was fucking Tyler just now- no RIGHT NOW after watching him in action and what he’s gonna look like enjoying my cock in his tight virgin boyhole- SHIT! Damn my over imaginative mind, I could feel my cock getting harder and I can’t stop it. And the way Tyler is making all these suggestions next to me is making me throb so badly. I think Tyler might have noticed it…  his voice drops to a low whisper in the dead of the night. T: “Btw what we’re you doing with my cock just now….? Feels damn good…”