(READERS BEWARE. The following story contains some vanilla gay sex that was performed at the request of and for the entertainment of a female client. ALSO there may be language that may be deemed as offensive to women and gay men. Please remember that this scene was enacted to fulfill a woman's specific fantasy and does not reflect my personal views or attitudes.)
I was sitting at a table out on the quad one warm afternoon, trying to get ahead on some of my class work. A rather large black woman came over to where I was sitting. She was pleasant and cheery, but certainly a bit more robust than the kind of woman that I would be usually be sexually attracted to.
"Excuse me; you're Randy Summers, aren't you?'
I got up from my chair. "Yes, Miss, that's me."
"I'm Latonya. I don't mean to bother you but do you have a minute to talk?'
"Sure thing. I was almost finished anyway." It was a warm day and I was only wearing some gym shorts. I felt her eyes giving me the 'once-over'. She leaned in a little closer and whispered to me.
"I wanted to let you know, I was one of the students in the private art class you posed for a while back."
"Oh...OK."
"Anyway, I got your name from the teacher and I looked you up online. I found your website about you working nude at parties and things like that."
"Uh huh, so...how can I help you?"
"Well, after that class was over I thought I had left something there so I went back. I was able to see you up on the platform. I saw the teacher playing with your cock."
"Ahhh, well...sometimes things happen that weren't planned."
"It was so hot! I'm almost ashamed to admit that I stayed and watched until you were finished. You see, I really like pretty white boys, especially if they have big dicks like yours."
I felt myself blush.
"Some of my girlfriends and I also really like watching gay porn, it gets me crazy. I was hoping that you could arrange for 2 guys to "make out" while I watch, and you might suck each other's cocks a bit. And if you could both wear jockstraps...that would be very cool. Oh, and if you could both be really straight or straight-acting that would be perfect. I have lots of gay friends, but I've fantasized about watching two straight guys do gay stuff to each other. And I might pleasure myself while I watch. Does that sound too strange? I've been saving up to make this fantasy come true and I can give you a pretty good wad of cash."
"Well...this might take a little time. I have to call around to see which of my straight friends might be willing to be a bit sexually fluid."
She laughed.
"I'm not in a rush. I've been dreaming about this for so long I want you to take the time to do it right."
She gave me a card with her phone number. I promised to contact her as soon as I had a partner to play with.
Tim is my best bro. He is super straight but also quite the exhibitionist, and although his cock isn't as long as mine, it is good and thick. He is about the same height and overall build as me, but with jet black hair and brown eyes. His body is also a bit hairier than mine. I figured it would make an interesting contrast.
I figured that like me, he could always use a few extra bucks. I gave him a call and asked if he would be interested in this "scene', especially since it involved some major bucks and having a woman getting off on watching us. He seemed a bit skeptical.
"Dude...that's some serious gay shit you're talking about. I dunno...wouldn't your gay pal Derek be willing to do this with you."
"Probably, but he's so much shorter than me he might look like my kid brother or something and she's not looking for an 'incest' scene. She really wants straight guys. And we're both similar in size and build it'll look manlier. It's gonna be mostly horseplay, bro, not too much worse than we've done messing around in the locker room. And she said she might get herself off while she watches. Besides Derek says it's not gay if a woman is involved. There's a thing called a 'bro-job' where straight bros get each other off if their girlfriends aren't putting out."
"No shit? And she wants to flick her clit while she watches us?'
"That's what she said. I think it sounds hot. I already told her there was no way we were doing any anal shit. We just have to mess around. Maybe play some 'grab ass', or in this case 'grab cock' and maybe wrestle around and rub up against each other. And maybe kiss. Oh, and she wants us to wear jockstraps."
"You said she's offering a pile of cash, huh?'
"Yep, it's a lot."
"Well...I've got these Chinese herbs I've been using." I forgot that Tim was into yoga and Eastern Medicine, acupuncture, meditation and all that.
"They're not like Viagra; this stuff is supposed to stimulate the areas of the brain that control sexual arousal and inhibitions."
"Bro, does that shit really work?"
"I swear. Last time I used it while jacking off to porn; I forgot I was naked and almost walked in to the kitchen where my mom was making dinner. The thing is I didn't care. I almost wanted her to see me naked with a woody. I almost wanted to beat off in front of her and dude, I'm NOT into my mom!"
"You're a freak! So we're good?"
"Umm, yeah, I guess so. Give me a call when you set it up."
I called Tim later that week. His parents had converted the garage in to a workout/study/TV room for him. It had a sofa and chairs. There was a weight bench and free weights, wrestling mats, mirrors and even a small bathroom with shower. I figured it was the perfect place. We also discussed the kind of activities we would do and the kind of things we would talk about. I wanted her to feel as though she were watching guys in a locker room.
I called Latonya and arranged for her to come over and watch us. Tim's parents were going to be out of town so I knew we wouldn't be disturbed or discovered. This would be hard to explain! I had Tim arrive a bit earlier so we could get into our jocks and try those herbs he had mentioned. He was raring to go...LOL
We were both wearing wrestling shoes and sweatpants over the jocks...I didn't want to be too "in her face" to start with. We used some old, almost worn out jockstraps with a lot of give in the pouches. No sense ruining new ones.
She arrived and after a bit of small talk, she made herself comfortable on the sofa. I turned on some old slow disco music for background mood and Tim and I started our little show for her. We headed over to the weight bench area.
We started casually. Standing in front of the mirrors we each picked up barbells and did reps of dumbbell curls, shoulder presses and lat raises. I could feel Latonya's eyes on us. I started the conversation.
"So dude, you still seeing that cheerleader?'
"Yeah, but I don't fuckin' know why."
"She givin' you grief?"