You might find it strange that a young female would post anything in the "Gay Male" category but I had to share an experience I had with my boyfriend when I was a freshman in college. It was something I would have never suspected, yet at first, I felt betrayed but I also was extremely aroused. Many guys love girl on girl sex so we girls can enjoy a little guy on guy sex now and then. I had all these feelings overwhelm me and hopefully they will you as well.
Now in graduate school, I feel I am wiser to the world but I was naïve when I came to college as a bright hazel-eyed, 19 year old, dirty blonde. I stood 5'6 and weighed 120 fit pounds thanks to my enthusiasm for working out. I dated a few guys in high school but never had a connection like I did with James when I got to USC. He was a swimmer on the team and a senior. James was 6'3, weighed 180 pounds of lean muscle, wore his blonde hair in a short faux hawk, and an overall sweet guy.
I met him at a party within the first week I arrived and we just meshed. He was really the first boyfriend who genuinely listened and made the effort to connect with me emotionally. That connection made our love making sessions amazing. We would go at it for hours and he would make sure I had many orgasms before it ended. James was a pre-med major, had a good family, so with all those qualities, I thought I had found "the one" at the beginning of my college career.
James was renting a small, single, two-story townhouse just a couple miles off campus. I was living in the dorms but was basically staying at his house three or four nights a week. We actually knew each other's schedule better than we knew our own. On Wednesday evenings, James worked a four hour internship at a local hospital while I was attending a three hour lab as part of my Chemistry class.
It was early November and just before I left my dorm room to attend lab, the class received a mass email informing us that the lab had been cancelled. Knowing that I had some time before James was finished, I put my hair up, put on my leggings, sports bra, socks and tennis shoes for a late afternoon jog. My plan was to run the two miles to his place, shower and fix dinner for him for when he returned from the hospital. I situated my phone so that I could listen to music and with earbuds in place, I was off.
Just a few blocks from James's house and almost finished with my cardio workout, my phone rang. I was surprised when I saw on the caller ID that it was James because he wasn't allowed to use his phone when working. I stopped and slide my finger across it to see what was up while wiping the sweat from my face with the opposite hand.
Out of breath, I answered, "Hi you."
There was no response on the other end but I could hear a couple of guys talking in the background when I asked, "Hello? James are you there?"
I knew right away he had pocket-dialed me and I yelled out a few more times to get James's attention. With still no answer, I was about to hang it up when I distinctly heard one of the guys say, "...get my dick sucked." The other male voice laughed and said, "We have come to the right place."
That was so bizarre and it was on James's phone. I thought, "Why would someone say that at the hospital?"
I kept the phone on and tried to listen to more of the dialogue as I started running to his house. In a couple of minutes I get to James's driveway and his car along with a couple more vehicles are parked there. Now I was starting to get angry, thinking he was either having a party with girls present or he was cheating on me with a double date couple. I wasn't sure what to think.
With the phone in hand, I was not going to let him off that easy and I planned to catch him in the act. The townhouse was designed with the bedroom upstairs while the open concept living room and kitchen were downstairs. Along the side of the house were wooden stairs leading up to a small deck attached outside of the sliding glass doors that led to the bedroom. I slowly crept up those stairs only to see between the opened blinds, inside the bedroom, that nobody was in there. The bed was made and I used the key stored inside my bra, to enter. Quietly sliding the door closed, I tiptoed through the bedroom and into the upper hallway, located above the downstairs living area like a balcony. That is when I could hear the voices and I knelt down beside the artificial tree located at the beginning of the safety rails lining the hallway.
With a birds-eye view, I witnessed through the spindles, my boyfriend sitting on the edge of his couch with a young guy wearing a high school letter jacket, standing in front of him. The 18 year old boy had his pants down around his ankles and a fully clothed James had both hands around his ass, moving his head in and out, sucking his hard cock. From my side angle, I could see that James was deepthroating what looked to be about a seven incher. There were three other guys casually standing around, patiently awaiting their turn and one of them was also wearing the exact letter jacket as the one getting blown.
In shock, I sat down for a second. I didn't know if I should be totally upset, angry, or what? On one hand, James had lied to me and is getting sexual with somebody else but on the other hand, it was with guys and I could not help getting a gooey twitch in my vagina from such a hot sight. On occasion, I would actually masturbate to guy on guy porn and here I was witnessing it, not only in real life, but an actual boyfriend who I know intimately.
I got back to my knees and slowly put my head through the fake branches to peer downward. Scanning the room, I saw James's phone sitting on the table next to the lamp which reminded me that I was audibly connected even though I could hear their voices echoing throughout the room. My pussy was soaked and I decided I wasn't going to interrupt the gay peep show but use it to get myself off. I put my phone up to my ear so I could improve the sound.
The boy getting sucked, put his hands to each side of James's head like he was holding it steady just before his upper body hunched forward over top James. He was grunting and shaking which told me he was cumming in James's mouth. James kept sucking, allowing the high schooler to finish without interruption. When done, the boy pulled is saliva covered cock out of my boyfriend's mouth and with his jeans still bunched around his ankles, shuffled off to the side, allowing one of his buddies to step in.
The guy in the striped shirt laughed while asking, "Was that good, Gary?"
Those words established the first guy in the letter jacket was Gary and he exhaled his response with a glazed look in his eyes, "Whew! Oh, yeah. It was damn good! Your turn, dude."
I had to agree with him that it was "damn good." It was damn good to watch and I needed to get my fingers to my pussy. James swallowed his load like I always do with him. I was proud that I had taught him well. While Gary was pulling up his pants, striped shirt boy was in front of James, pulling his shorts down to his knees. This gave me an opportunity to do the same. I slid my leggings and panties down far enough to allow me to spread my legs. While on my knees, I could feel my squishy lips ready for action. When my middle finger touched my clit, I just about came right there.
