Gym Night Blows Pt 04

Synopsis so far: Brett Walters, newly admitted bisexual, newly single, has had his first experience of giving/receiving a blow job with another man and loved it. His attraction to Steve Ramirez, the hot gay waiter at the local Dennys is growing. The two set up a racquetball date at the local college during which they engaged in anal sex with Brett as the "top." Meanwhile, Nichole Hardesty, Steve's bisexual friend and a waitress at the Dennys, finds herself attracted to Brett. After taking out her sexual frustration in a hot round of sex with her bisexual boyfriend Tim Griffin, she finds herself fantasizing about a foursome with herself, Tim, Brett and Steve. Tim has always admitted an attraction to Steve. When she saw the two men at the racquetball court, she couldn't help listening in. Now certain that Brett and Steve were engaging in sexual activity in the court, her fantasies are spinning out of control.

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Taking a large swallow from the water bottle in the corner, Brett whoofed out a heavy breath. "Holy crap! That was fantastic," he said. Brett swiped a line of perspiration from his brow where it escaped below the sweat band. He could feel the grin on his own face.

"Oh yeah. We definitely gotta work out together more," Steve replied, taking a sip of his own water. "Here you go," he said, tossing Brett's keys to him. "Oh, by the way; what do we call that second game? "I was ahead you know." Steve grinned wickedly.

"I think we'll call that one a win for us both. Unless you want to finish it?"

Steve laughed. "I don't think so. We've had enough ball play for the moment, I think." Steve gathered up the rest of his items and turned to the door. Unlocking it he gestured Brett to walk out ahead of him.

Brett, thoughts awhirl with what had just happened, walked through the open door. He couldn't believe he had just, for the first time, fucked another man up the ass.

God, but it had been great,

he thought.

"Hi guys. Enjoy your game?"

Brett startled, his eyes jerking up at the feminine voice. On the bench where he and Steve had left their gym bags sat the waitress from Dennys that worked with Steve. She had a knowing smirk on her face. "Uhm, hi..., unhm, Nichole, right?" Brett couldn't help but notice her pert breasts, full lips, and cascading auburn hair. The woman was lovely. Despite his very recent work out, his dick twitched. She was a beautiful woman.

"Yes. That's right. Good to see you, Brett. Hi Steve," she said as Steve Ramirez walked out of the racquetball court behind Brett.

Steve's face lit up with surprised joy. Stepping around Brett he offered Nichole a hand up from the bench and gave her a quick hug.

Nichole pulled back a bit. "Damn, you sure do work up a sweat hitting those... balls... around." She grinned and winked.

Brett blinked and his cheeks flamed. Steve chuckled. "No doubt," he said. "It got quite... hot in there."

Nichole chuckled. "I'll bet it did."

"So, what are you doing here anyway?" Steve asked.

"Tim had a test today. I'm just waiting for him." She glanced at her phone. "He should be done soon."

"Cool. How is Tim? Other than hunky?"

Brett felt a surge of jealousy at Steve's remark.

Crap. Am I actually jealous of some guy I don't even know? Jealous of Steve complimenting another man? Especially one who obviously has great taste in women.

As casually as he could he inquired, "Is Tim your boyfriend?"

Nichole looked at Brett. Brett looked manly and attractive as all hell standing there. His shirt was damp with sweat from his exertions. Brett's arms were nicely muscled and his legs looked powerful enough to run a marathon. The man was hot as hell..., and he had nice eyes. "Yes. But don't worry, we're not totally exclusive. Especially since we're both bisexual."

Brett did a slight doubletake. Was this hot woman hitting on him? "Really? I'd love to meet him. He must be something to have landed someone as gorgeous as you."

Steve felt his own surge of jealousy flare momentarily but swallowed it down. If he was reading Nichole right, she was definitely attracted to Brett. That could be a plus. Steve had always been kind of attracted to Tim but never tried to follow it up since he had been with Gabe. Also, he hadn't wanted to take a chance of hurting his friendship with Nichole. But,... who knows? He pictured himself fucking Tim hard and fast as Brett's dick surged in and out of the man's hot lips while Nichole watched, fingering herself and tickling Brett's balls. He had to admit it was an attractive picture.

Nichole's phone dinged and she swiped it open to check the text. "Tim's done with his test. You guys want to walk over to the Science Building with me?"

Steve looked at Brett who shrugged. "Why not? Always happy to accompany a lovely lady." Brett picked up his gym bag, stuffed his gear inside, and shouldered it. Steve did the same. Brett grinned and offered an arm which Nichole took as the two started walking. Steve followed behind, a look of bemusement on his face. He had just had close to the best anal sex of his life, and even came during it, and here was the man who had just fucked him flirting with a woman. Steve gave a silent laugh and wryly grinned.

Guess that's what happens when you're having sex with a bisexual. Gotta expect women to be involved at some point.

Steve decided to go with the flow and see where it landed. Speeding up, he took Nichole's other arm.

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Looking up the sidewalk, Timothy Griffin saw Nichole walking toward him in the company of two men. Shading his eyes he realized that the man on her left was Steve Ramirez, the hot guy she worked with at Dennys. He wasn't sure who the other guy was, but he appeared to be well built. Probably some conquest of Steve's. As the three approached he took a good look. Steve was definitely hot, but so was the guy with them. The man was about six feet tall, mid-twenties, with brown hair and what appeared to be a nicely toned body.

Spotting him, Nichole waved. "How'd your test go?" she queried, walking up.

"Pretty good, I think," he answered. "I should have an A or at least a high B."

"Awesome. I never doubted it. Especially after your cram session last night..., and this morning." Nichole grinned. "Tim, you know Steve of course. This is his friend, Brett." Nichole waved a hand toward the good-looking brown-haired man with the deep hazel eyes. Tim reached out a hand to shake.

Brett took the man's offered hand in his own and shook. Tim had a nice firm handshake but didn't try to squeeze too hard like some macho dick measuring contest. Tim had an easy smile beneath a neatly trimmed mustache which complimented his full lips nicely. A close-trimmed beard lined a square jaw. Tim had friendly brown eyes and wavy caramel colored hair. All together he was a very attractive package. "Nice to meet you," he said.

"You too." Tim smiled and placed an arm over Nichole's shoulders. "What are you guys up to?"

"Brett and I were just playing some racquetball. We ran into Nichole here when we were done." Steve smiled at Tim. Tim looked quite good in his polo shirt and slacks. Chest hairs poked out from the vee of the neck. Steve felt a twinge in his own groin and swallowed the sudden flood of saliva in his mouth.

"Who won?"

"Brett won the first game. We didn't quite manage to finish the second." Steve winked. "We got..., preoccupied."

Tim grinned. Steve could always make him smile.

God, I'd love to get him into bed. A threesome with Nichole would be fantastic. Or, maybe,

looking at Brett,

a foursome??

Brett was every bit as hot and attractive as Steve, just in a different manner. A bit more laid back, lighter skin, of course, but still sultry.

"So, what do you do Brett?"

"I'm a 9-1-1 dispatcher at the local cop shop."

"Cool. That's gotta be stressful. Bet you have some stories you could tell."

"Oh yeah. Plenty. This town may seem quiet, but it can get crazy."

Tim glanced at Nichole who was beaming as she looked around at the three men. He could tell from the way her eyes lingered that she was attracted to Brett. "Maybe we could get together some time and you could tell us some stories? The four of us..." he said, glancing at Steve.

Brett looked at Steve who grinned. "Sounds good to me," Steve said.

Brett glanced at Steve. Steve seemed to be attracted to Tim, but Brett couldn't blame him. He himself was attracted to both Tim and Nichole.

The four of us...?

he thought. His dick twitched in response. "I'd like that," Brett said.

Nichole looked at the three men. She could tell that Tim - who she already knew was attracted to Steve - liked what he saw in Brett. Steve seemed okay with the thought.

This definitely has possibilities, sh

e thought. "What are your days off Brett?"

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Nichole set the sausage and red potato skillet on the table in front of the middle-aged man who smiled and thanked her. "Would you like a refill on that coke?" she asked. As she poured the soda, she glanced at Steve who was refilling coffee cups in his own section of the restaurant. Nichole felt butterflies flutter in her stomach. Brett would be here soon as it was almost midnight.

I can't believe we're going to actually - well, hopefully - have that foursome.

Her pussy tingled and got wet at the thought. The door opened and Brett walked in, a huge smile on his face as he saw first her, then Steve.

Damn, that man is hot

, she thought. He was still wearing his uniform shirt from the police department, black with the 911 logo over the left breast, and a pair of black slacks. The color complimented him nicely.

Steve met Brett by the door and led the man to a table in his section. As he poured Brett a cup of steaming coffee he smiled. "Still up for that game night?" he asked.

Brett glanced at Nichole. The auburn-haired beauty was leaning over a table serving an older couple. Her taut derriere was framed nicely. His dick twitched. He swallowed the tightness in his throat. "Yes. Looking forward to it." The thought of getting to have sex with Nichole and Steve simultaneously, as well as the Nichole's hot boyfriend Tim, had his heart pounding in his chest. He almost salivated at the thought of eating out the beautiful woman's hot pussy while getting his dick sucked by Steve... or maybe Tim.

"Give us fifteen then we'll be out of here." Steve winked and walked over to check on the next table.

Twenty minutes later the three walked out of the restaurant. Nichole gave a brilliant smile which caused Brett's stomach and balls to clench. "I'll meet you guys at my place."

"Be there in a few," Steve replied with a grin. Looking at Brett, Steve could see the man's eyes following the sway of Nichole's hips as she headed to her car. "Want to share a ride over?" he asked.

Brett tore his gaze from the hot waitress' ass and looked at Steve. The waiter was still gorgeous and attractive..., but so was his female friend. "Sounds good. You want to ride with me? I'll bring you back for your car... after..."

"Sure. Let's go." Brett hopped into his red Forerunner as Steve walked to the passenger side and climbed in. As Brett pulled out of the parking lot Steve gave directions. Steve was excited about the idea of finally living out his fantasy of having sex with Tim Griffin, who was admittedly, quite hot, but was even more excited about sharing the experience with his new friend/lover Brett. Steve scooted a bit closer to the left side of his seat and placed a hand on Brett's thigh. He felt Brett jump slightly. Moving his hand a bit higher he stroked Brett's crotch. He grinned as he felt Brett's dick swell in his slacks. As the man continued to focus on the road, Steve gripped his zipper and pulled it down. Slipping a couple of fingers into the opening, he stroked Brett's dick through the cotton of his boxers. He was rewarded with a moan. Brett spread his legs a bit wider as his hands clenched tight on the steering wheel.

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Removing his hand from where it had been occupied, Steve said "The tan house there on the right."

Brett pulled into the driveway. With a groan he arched his buttocks up enough to allow him to zip his pants up over the raging hard-on Steve's ministrations had left behind. He could see by the front light that the house was nicely landscaped with a rose bush in the middle of the front yard and a neatly trimmed hedge below the front window to the left of the door. Exiting the SUV, he walked up to the door with Steve.

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When the bell rang Nichole Hardesty felt her heartbeat speed up. Tim was setting a bowl of chips on the coffee table. She went to the door. When she opened it Steve Ramirez and Brett Walters stood there. Both men looked a bit flushed. Brett appeared flustered.

I don't think Brett has ever had group sex before,

she thought. He looked cute. Nervous, but cute.

This should be fun.

Tim Griffin walked up behind his girlfriend. "Come on in guys. Anyone want a beer?" Nichole stepped back as the two men entered.

Nichole had just changed into a pair of hip hugging short shorts and tank top with a pair of sandals. Brett could see the woman's nipples pressing against the shirt through a thin bra. Nichole had ample breasts without being too large, a nice thin waist flaring out to hips just barely contained in the pair of very short shorts she now had on. The tank top had hiked up a bit revealing a cute belly button. He felt his dick jump in his pants. Tim was wearing a pair of tight jeans sporting a noticeable bulge in front and a tight Lynyrd Skynyrd tee shirt which showed off his muscular build nicely.

"Sure," Steve said, smiling.

"Brett? You want a beer?" Tim gave a brilliant smile. He could see that Brett was definitely attracted to Nichole as well as him. The man seemed flustered. Tearing his eyes from Nichole's breasts, Brett answered in the affirmative.

Damn, he's almost as good looking at Steve,

he thought

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Tim headed to the kitchen to get the beers. He was looking forward to tonight.

"Nice place." Brett looked around the house. There was a brown leather couch with a coffee table in front of it on which were placed a bowl of chips and some salsa. The couch faced a large flat screen tv. On the wall above the couch was a painting of a cascading waterfall framed on a hill between some trees. Past the couch was a high bar which separated the living room from the open kitchen. On the high bar between a couple of candles was a picture of Nichole and Tim at the beach, their backs to the water. In the picture Nichole was clad in a skimpy bikini with her auburn hair cascading down her back. Tim was in a pair of white and blue swim shorts. The man had no shirt on, and his well-defined hairy chest was on prominent display.

Damn, they're both hot as hell,

he thought. He couldn't believe he was here and about to engage in his first experience with group sex.

"Here you go," Tim said, handing a beer first to Steve, then Brett.

"Thanks Tim," Steve said, taking a swallow.

"Of course," Tim replied, clinking his beer against Brett's in a toast. "We pulled out a deck of cards and the chips. Thought maybe we could play some poker." Tim grinned.

"Sounds good," Steve said.

"Cool. The tables in here." Tim headed into the dining area where a round see-through glass table with four chairs sat. There was a deck of cards and stacks of blue, red, and white poker chips already divided into four even sets. "Nichole, can you grab the chips and salsa?"

Nichole picked up the bowl of chips and the salsa and headed to the dining table where she sat them by the deck of cards.

Brett, standing behind her, had a great view of her butt cheeks hanging out from the bottom of her very short shorts. He could see the edge of a pair of filmy panties. Glancing over her shoulder, Nichole winked and wiggled her ass. "Hope you like what you see," she said.

"Uhm, well..." Brett looked at Tim who laughed. "It's fine Brett. Nichole is hot and I'm proud of her. I got no issue with you appreciating her... assets. So long as I get to participate while you do."

Nichole laughed at Brett's look. Turning to him, she reached a hand out to stroke his thigh. "You'll be fine Brett. I promise." She winked at him. "Have a seat guys." The four of them sat and Tim shuffled the cards. "So, first hand five card draw, nothing wild, one card draw. Ante fifty cents. The white chips are dimes, the red quarters, and the blue a dollar. But, don't worry, we aren't actually playing for money. I assume you guys are okay with strip poker?"

Looking around the table, Brett realized he was in the company of three of the most attractive people he had ever met. "Absolutely," he said with a grin.

"All right then. Lowest on each hand takes off one article of clothing. Anyone who folds counts as a loser." Tim dealt the cards as everyone tossed in two red chips.

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"I'll see you and raise you two dollars," Tim said.

Brett looked at his King high hand. Not even a pair. Disgusted, he dropped his cards on the table. "I fold."

"Okay then. You have to take something off," Tim replied, his eyes sparkling. Brett had already removed his shoes and socks. He would have to remove either his shirt or his pants. Tim was ready for either. He himself was down to just boxers and he sported a raging hard-on which was well tented. He had noticed both of the other men looking.

Love this see through table,

he thought.

Nichole, now in bra and panties, watched as Brett pulled off his shirt. As he revealed his smooth, well-muscled chest, she felt a gush of dampness between her legs. Brett was a beautiful man. She licked her lips. "Do you mind?" she asked, reaching out one hand.

"Not at all," Brett replied. Nichole placed her hand on the man's chest between his nipples. He was hard, solid with muscle. The smooth texture of his skin was quite different from Tim's hairy chest. She felt her mouth salivate as she rubbed Brett's chest. As her palm covered a nipple she felt it harden and pebble under her ministrations.

Steve watched in fascination as Nichole stroked Brett's pecs. He felt a small twinge of jealousy, but it was smothered by sheer lust. He could see the desire in Brett's hazel eyes. They were practically glazed over.

"Nice," Nichole said with a small purr. "Very nice."

Steve, now wearing just pants and boxers, agreed. "Aren't they though? Brett is quite well built."

"Yes, he is," Tim agreed, watching with naked lust as his girlfriend stroked the other man's chest. Tim still had on pants and boxers like Steve, his hairy chest rising and falling in tempo with his pulsating dick. He really wanted to see Brett's hard dick and taste it. It was obvious that Steve had already done so.

Taking a breath, Tim wiped his palms on his pants leg. "Okay then. Three Jacks," he said, dropping his cards face up on the glass.

"Well crap," Nichole said. "A pair of threes."

"I got you, Nichole," Steve said. "Three eights. Guess you lose this hand." Steve grinned. He wanted to see Brett's reaction. Nichole had to remove either her bra, or her panties - which were noticeably wet. The room smelled of hot, wet, horny woman with just a whiff of precum from the men.

Nichole reached around her back, causing her breasts to rise in the process, and gripped the hooks holding her bra closed. Licking her lips she looked around the table at the three men. Tim and Brett were staring unabashedly at her, waiting for her to remove her bra. Steve was alternating his gaze between Brett and Tim.

As Nichole's bra came loose, Brett couldn't help but stare. The revealed globes were beautiful. Nichole didn't have large heavy breasts that sagged, nor were they little bumps. Her breasts were practically perfect. They were a little larger than Cindy's, but pert and firm. Her areolas were about an inch in diameter with rock hard nipples jutting from the centers. Brett felt his dick surge in his pants at the sight. He wanted to dive in and lick and suck those nipples.