I have to admit I'm a little queesy and nervous driving this morning. It'll be a big day for me. I'm so grateful for your kind invitation, and for all the trust and friendship behind it. I am assured by your having shared this story with Ray that we all know and like the plan for the next few hours. I am assured of safety because you know the sexual histories enough to make this invitation to us with confidence.
Still, I'm a little light-headed as I pull into the hotel parking lot and find it pretty full of cars. I find a space way back from the road and walk in a side door. My knees are weak. Nice place. I'm breathing a little fast. The halls and lobby are full of conference-goers, the ground-level rooms with meetings. I'm high (from hyperventilating?) with some strange euphoria I've never felt. I float through the crowd and past the front desk and find the stairs up to the room number you phoned to me about 15 minutes ago. The stairs and hallway are empty, as are most rooms on this floor.
So you're going to share me with Ray, and Ray with me.... Great idea! You even sent us both party invitations! I love it! Funny how you had to write the hotel address under "Bill's ass" on the line that says "location." Funnier even how you took some naked pics of me to include with Ray's invitation, just so he could make up his mind if he'd like to make this party or not. I guess he does! Sorry Jim, I know that photo session made you horny and was a little agonizing for you since you kept your promise to Ray about having sex with no man but him. But it will now pay off for you, as it enticed Ray here today and gave us the opportunity to plan for today. Plus I'm sure the memories of watching me cream in my own hand that day have been getting you hard ever since.
You rented a classy room too, for which I'm grateful. I don't know if you split it with Ray or not. Me being the youngest --and destined to be spindled between the two of you-- I didn't ask. My contribution will be a wet mouth and fevered open ass. I'll pay in sweet vulnerability, in opening myself completely to new and exotic experiences in my most unprotected softest places....
I knock on the room door and you let me in, slipping a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, then chaining it shut. Put some Coltrane or Miles Davis on a boombox on the floor by the door. Set it to repeat. All anyone will hear coming out of this room is a little jazz.
The room is warm already --thanks for turning up the thermostat. You introduce me to Ray, we say "hello." Now here we are, meeting for the first time. Funny how I'm really not embarassed. Jim, you know how to put me at ease and did a great job in the discussions leading up to today. I shake hands with Ray and we don't say much else as we all settle back into the room. "He'll be fine," I think, and he seems to think I'll be fine for him. I'm not thinking so straight now anyway so I don't analyze much. I am in an almost dizzy state and my underwear is wet with cum already. Thinking about this all week has put me in an altered state of consciousness. I feel my pulse in my kneck and hands and dick.
"Sorry I'm a few minutes late, guys. I guess I was a little inefficient in getting here." It's true I've been lightheaded about this, even giddy. No point in confessing my pants have been cummy with anticipation for a week, since the moment you invited me. I can't sleep because I'm hard all night, and wanking by myself never satisfies the hungry emptiness in my bottom, the aching in my buttocks, or the curiosity in my mouth and throat....
Nice to see you guys have already showered. You are both in untied robes, bathroom mirror still steamed. I showered just before leaving the house. But I know you do want to see and smell me sweat a little. Don't worry, that's how I'll be by the time you've fully shared me with Ray.
You catch my eye and we silently agree to begin right away.
"Bill, can I show you to Ray?"
"That's why I'm here, Jim." I'll answer your questions but I'm not going to say much else for the next hour or so. All philosophy has left my head and I feel like a cake about to burn, unless I can be saved with lots of creamy frosting between my layers and smeared on my face.