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Brody

Freshman year of college

“Fuck, I can’t believe all the women willing to be with two guys,” Hayden says, dropping on to the couch in the apartment we share. “And that chick last night was wild as fuck.”

“Yeah, she was,” I agree.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“I think…” I bite my lip nervously, unsure how to say what’s going through my head. Hayden’s been my best friend since we were kids, but when he was away at boarding school during high school, I went through some shit that changed me, and I haven’t had the guts to tell him.

“Spit it out.”

“When we were with that server and then last night with that other girl, did it bother you that we were naked together?”

Hayden quirks a brow, so I explain. “When you were fucking those women, it turned me on.”

Hayden smirks. “What can I say? I’ve got game.”

I snort out a laugh, thankful that he’s my best friend. “What I mean is, while you were gone, I came across some gay porn, and it turned me on. I think…”

“That you might be gay?”

“I know I like women.”

“So you think you might be bi?”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure.” I shrug.

“Well,” he says, lifting his shirt off his body and exposing himself, “there’s only one way to find out.”

“What?” I choke out.

“You want to know if you like dicks, and I have one. There’s only one way to find out. We fuck, and if you like it, then you have your answer.”

“We can’t do that,” I splutter. “You’re my best friend.”

“That’s precisely why we can do that,” he says, sauntering toward me. “I know I’m one-hundred-percent straight, and fucking you… or being fucked by you isn’t going to change that. Nor will it change our friendship. I’d never judge you, ever. And I’d rather you find out with me than some asshole who wants to take advantage of you.” He tugs on my shirt. “You’re safe with me.”

“And what if I am bi?”

“Then you have double the population at your disposal. But that won’t change shit between us. We’ll still be best friends… We’ll just be best friends who fucked.”

“All right,” I say before I can change my mind. “So how do we do this?”

Hayden laughs. “One of us fucks the other, I’m assuming, and it should probably be you since you’re the one wondering if you like dicks.”

I swallow thickly, suddenly nervous as hell. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

Hayden stops laughing, and his expression turns serious. “We could start slow. You could suck my dick. See if you enjoy it.”

“And you’re sure you’re okay with that? Having a guy blow you?”

“A blowie’s a blowie.” He shrugs. “I don’t care who does it as long as it ends with me coming down someone’s throat.”

“And you’re sure this won’t change anything between us?”

“You’re my best friend, Brody. I’d do anything for you, including helping you figure out your sexual preferences. Nothing’s going to change with us.”

I nod and then he shocks the hell out of me when he grips my nape and crushes his mouth against mine. The kiss is different than with a woman. Rougher, edgier, less graceful. His tongue slips into my mouth, and they swirl around one another, tasting, devouring.

And then the kiss is over.

Hayden backs up slightly and licks his lips, and my eyes go to his mouth. “What was that for?”

“Figured you should have the entire experience.” He shrugs. “You’re a good kisser.” He smirks. “But I kind of prefer softer lips.”

I chuckle and nod in agreement. “And when the woman makes those sweet little noises…”

“Yeah,” he says with a soft smile. “So you gonna suck my cock or what?”

I drop to my knees and fumble to unbutton his pants, but when my shaky fingers slip, he gently places his hands over mine and undoes them himself. When he pulls his pants and boxers down, his cock springs out, and I feel myself go hard.

I think about how I like to have my cock sucked, and then I wrap my hand around his shaft, softly stroking him.

“I like shit hard,” he says. “Rough. Don’t go easy on me.”

I nod and tighten my hold on him, stroking up and down a few times. When some pre-cum seeps out of the slit of his head, I lean in and lick it, tasting the saltiness. It’s okay, but it’s not amazing. Like I’m not sure I would want an entire load of it going down my throat…

I’m thankful that Hayden lets me explore. He doesn’t bark orders or tell me to hurry up. He just stands there, letting me do my thing.

When he’s as hard as granite, I lift his cock and run my tongue from root to tip. His shaft is a mixture of rough and smooth. He tastes clean with a bit of musk. I lick him a couple more times, and then I take him all the way into my mouth. I can tell he wants to take control like he does with the women we’ve been with together, but he fists his hands at his sides and lets me suck him off. As I bob my head up and down, taking him into the back of my throat, I think about whether I’m enjoying myself. I am. He tastes good. His dick in my mouth turns me on and makes me want more.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he says. “Either keep going so I can come down your throat, or stop now, so I can fuck your ass.”

Since we’re doing this to figure out if I’m bi, and I now know I enjoy sucking cock, I pull back and say, “I want you to fuck me.”

He stares down at me with lust-filled eyes and nods. “Go get the lube.”

I do as he says, then take a quick shower to rinse off since I’d been at the gym a little while ago, and I need a moment to get my shit together.

When I come out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist, I find him in my bedroom, completely naked, with his hard length bobbing upward.

“Good, you’re naked,” he says. “Take the towel off. I looked it up, and it’s the same thing as fucking a woman’s ass. Only apparently, men can orgasm during anal easier than women.” Jesus, I love this guy. I’m scared as hell, and he’s looking up how to make this good.

“Get on the bed,” he says once I’ve dropped the towel on the floor and hand him the lube. “On your hands and knees.” I climb on the bed and get into position, and he follows after, stopping directly behind me.

With my forehead pressed against the comforter, I close my eyes and wait to see what he plans to do. He might not have been with a guy before, but we’ve both done anal to women, and from the way they moan in pleasure, he knows what he’s doing.

Cool liquid drips onto my ass, and then he spreads my cheeks and inserts a finger into my tight hole. It feels alien. Not good or bad… just weird.

He spends several minutes working my ass over, getting me ready, and then, once he’s rolled a condom on, he lines his cock up and enters me slowly. It burns as he pushes past each ring of muscle until he’s all the way in.

“You good?” he asks. “Because you’re tight as fuck, and I’m not going to last long.”

I chuckle at how normal he is about this. Not once judging or making me feel weird about my feelings.

“Yeah,” I tell him. “Go ahead. Fuck me.”

And he does. Gripping my hips, Hayden fucks me hard and deep. I grip my cock, stroking it under me. His dick feels good in my ass. I feel full, and when he hits me just right over and over again, I lose control, coming all over the bed.

“Fuck,” he grunts, bottoming out in my ass and then coming hard.

He pulls out, and we head to our bathrooms to get cleaned up. While I shower, I think about what I experienced and how it felt. Kissing Hayden wasn’t bad, but I missed the softness of a woman. Sucking his dick was okay. I didn’t hate it, but it wasn’t the same as eating pussy and tasting a woman’s juices. And getting fucked by him felt good, but could I go without that warm, wet pussy for long? No, I couldn’t. Which tells me all I need to know.

“So what do you think?” Hayden asks, entering my bathroom and sitting on my toilet.

“I think while you were a decent lay, and it was good, if I had to pick one, I prefer pussy over cock.”

Hayden chuckles. “Well, at least now you know.”

***

Bree

Six months after the baby is born

“Bree!” Hayden shouts from downstairs. “You here?”

I glance at myself in the mirror one last time, then yell back, “In our room.”

A few seconds later, my husbands step through the door of our bedroom and then stop in their tracks as they take me in—dressed in a lacy red bra and panty set that shows more than it covers.

“Holy shit,” Brody says. “Where are the kids?”

“With Beatrice,” I say with a knowing smirk. With us having two eleven-year-olds and a six-month-old, our alone time is limited.

“Fuck yes,” Hayden says, stepping toward me.

“Nuh-uh.” I playfully waggle my finger back and forth. “I’m in the mood for a fantasy.”

Brody’s eyes light up, knowing exactly what that means. Ninety-nine percent of the time, our relationship revolves around the guys and me, but every once in a while, when I’m in the mood, the guys will act out one of my fantasies that involves the two of them.

“Strip,” I tell them both. Then in my way too tall heels, I saunter past them and make a show of climbing onto the bed, sticking my butt in the air as I slowly crawl to the center.

By the time I turn around and spread my legs, showing off my crotchless panties, they’re both naked. As I take a moment to enjoy the sight of my husbands’ fit bodies, Hayden asks, “What’s your fantasy?”

“It starts with Brody and you stroking each other…Getting one another hard.” The guys do as I say, and move closer, their hands reaching out and gripping the other’s shaft and pulling their cocks in a jerking motion, up and down.

While I watch them grow harder and harder, I reach down and pluck at my sensitive nipples, loving the way Brody’s movements are slow and gentle and Hayden’s are rougher.

“I want you to kiss,” I add, my voice raspy with desire.

Hayden’s hand comes up to palm the side of Brody’s face, and as they continue to stroke each other, their mouths connect in the most erotic way. From where I’m lying, I can see Hayden’s tongue enter Brody’s mouth. Brody moans, his chest rising and falling in quick succession.

I move back down the bed until my legs hang off the edge, and then I spread my legs.

“That’s enough,” I murmur, my fingers gliding across my wet slit. Watching them kiss and touch is such a turn-on. By the time they get anywhere near me, I’m already drenched.

The guys stop kissing and step apart, their hands still on each other’s cocks.

“What happens next?” Brody asks, his eyes trained on my center.

“You kneel between my legs and eat me,” I say to Brody. Then to Hayden, I add, “And while he eats me, you fuck his ass.”

Brody groans, then releases Hayden’s cock so he can drop to his knees in front of me. His hands palm the inside of my thighs, and he delves straight in, parting my lips and licking up my center. When he gets to my clit, he focuses his attention on it, massaging the most delicious circles over it.

As he licks and sucks me, my eyes go to Hayden, who’s dripped lube down Brody’s crack and is prepping him with his finger.

“Fuck.” Brody gasps.

“That feel good, baby?” I ask, reaching down and stroking the side of his face.

“So good,” he groans as Hayden enters him from behind. I can’t see him fucking him, but every time he thrusts forward, Brody sucks hard on my clit, taking me closer to the edge.

“Yes! Yes! ” I chant when he pushes a couple of fingers inside me and curls them in the perfect way that has me coming so hard, it feels as though I’m going to black out.

As soon as I come down from my high, I push his head back and slide down the end of the bed, so I can kiss Brody while Hayden continues to fuck him.

Reaching underneath, I find his hard cock and stroke it up and down, fucking him with my hand while he makes love to me with his mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Hayden growls. At the same time, Brody’s cock swells, and spurts of cum fill my fist. Hayden pulls out and rips the condom off just in time for it to jet out all over Brody’s back.

“That was quite a fantasy,” Brody says after we’ve showered and are in bed with both of them lying on either side of me. Brody peppers kisses across my neck and shoulder, and Hayden is gently massaging circles along my outer thigh that’s hooked over his leg.

“Yeah, it was,” I agree. “But reality is better than the fantasy. Especially when my reality ends with me telling you guys a little secret.”

Both guys stop what they’re doing and look at me. “What secret?” Brody asks, his tone filled with hope.

“Check your nightstand drawer,” I tell him, trying to keep my excitement in check so I don’t ruin the surprise.

Brody rolls over and opens the drawer. He reaches in, and when he finds what he’s looking for, he jumps up, his gaze going straight to my belly. “Are you serious?” he says, his eyes filled with raw emotion.

“Yep,” I choke out. “I’m pregnant… again.”

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