I'd been lucky enough to have a great relationship with Reid for nearly four years. He was a few years older than me, and about as fine as any ten men had a right to be. His short hair was a dark, sable brown, his eyes were blue, the color of the sky at twilight, and fringed with dark lashes. He was well-muscled but with a good layer of flesh overall. He worked hard for a living, using those muscles and it showed. Tall, nearly six feet four inches and with a strong frame, he had a gorgeous, silvery-dark beard and mustache which he kept trimmed neatly around his mouth. It had rubbed me the right way on numerous occasions. The first time he'd kissed me, I'd been left with more than a little chapping as a result. I liked to think of it as an afterglow. It definitely added to other forms of foreplay and when he went down on me, I also enjoyed the added stimulation. To go with his strong, handsome good looks, he was considerably well-hung, in the neighborhood of eight inches, and thick. At times it was a little daunting, but his skills in foreplay brought me to a new appreciation, as well as how he used it. I loved taking it up my ass, and he loved giving it to me that way.
Ken was tall, as well, over six feet, and broad-shouldered. He keeps his head shaven, but wears a longish mustache and a cute little patch of hair below his bottom lip. His eyes, as well, were blue, but stood out electrically against his darker skin, no doubt from his native ancestry. He was good with those hands, and even better with his cock, which thickened at the base, stretching me open and sending me on many an orgasm with his abilities as well as his physical attributes.
Each man was very much that: A man, and the part of me that yielded to that was doubly inflamed, now.
I had made love to each of them singly, taken pleasure from them and given them my share. Each one knew about the other, and yet we'd never spent time all of us in the same room. I loved them both, and figured we could have dinner together, and even though I had my ideas about what I would like, it seemed like more of a fantasy than a possibility, especially considering that Reid was a very traditional male in the sense that he was a devout heterosexual.
So I invited them both, with the premise of a good,. home-made meal and perhaps a movie afterward, a few drinks to ease the awkwardness.
It was after dinner, and I had enjoyed so greatly watching them both enjoy the food I'd made for them.
We were all three sitting around and talking, having a drink. I was sitting between both guys, and we were all having a good time telling stories though there was a good deal of sexual tension in the air.
Personally, I knew I was hotter than hell. I was in the proximity of the two hottest men I could think of. Sandwiched between them. A little testosterone-induced friction crackling in the air. A hand on each knee, different in warmth and size, but sending little shockwaves through me and reverberating. I could barely concentrate on the conversation. I think I laughed a few times during the wrong part of jokes. All I knew is that I was horny as hell, and had to think of a way to "get some" before too long.
Reid got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he had brought the bottle of tequila with him, a shot glass, salt and limes. His expression was intense. I could tell he was horny, too.
I had a great idea: I placed a slice of lime in my mouth, and looked over at Ken, wiggling my eyebrows a little. "You ready for a body shot, Ken?"
He nodded, grinned, "Am I!"
"Hhhmmm....you have to pick a place to lick for the salt, though." I grinned back at Ken, feeling very giddy with the drink I'd already consumed. I didn't dare think too long on what I hoped, and for sure didn't give any airtime to what I feared.
"Hmmmmm. I know what I want to lick." Looking suggestively in my eyes, I felt a flush of embarassment as much as arousal. His voice was rife with a lewd suggestiveness.
"Then I get to pick where." Reid interjected, grinning.
I looked up at him, noting the sense of rivalry as well as the undercurrent of need. He took my right wrist and offered it up.
Ken nodded with an easygoing grin, if a bit devilish as well. Completely in character.
I watched Ken closely, wondering just what he was up to.
