Note: This chapter includes, among many other things, sex between two bisexual men. If that's not your thing, feel free to skip it.
I've always skewed towards an omniscient narrator, but in this series I'm experimenting with first-person narration. It creates interesting constraints and opportunities when you can only get inside of one character's head. Each chapter will have a different narrator from the prior one. In this third chapter, the narrative voice switches from Jun to Paul. I hope you all enjoy it. It's not necessary to read all the chapters, in order or otherwise. Each story stands on its own. But if you enjoy any of them, you'll probably enjoy all of them. All characters are in their 20s or older.
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Jun thought she was edgy. Jun thought she was in charge. I did not disabuse her of those notions. For a couple of months, she and her boyfriend Ryan had been doing all their fucking under my watchful eye. I was ready to push our interactions up a notch, but the trick was making Jun feel like it was all her idea.
I've been around the block a few times. Jun and Ryan were not my first young lovers -- not even close. But I let them think I had been celibate for years before meeting them. This deceit had two calculated effects: it helped them both feel safer around me; and it made them, or at least made Jun, feel just a little sorry for me. She was a generous soul, a giver. And even though she was not all that experienced, she also wanted to see herself as edgy and adventurous. I knew that I could play those traits to my advantage.
I assumed, correctly, that Jun and Ryan would pity me a little, and that's fine. I'm old. I'm fat and hairy. I'm not at all handsome. I have a bald spot. I know all of this. But I also have a secret weapon that trumps all of that: I have an enormous cock. And I know how to use it. My whole life, from the moment a lover sees it, they want it. Once they've had it, they want more of it -- again and again.
I'm also good at figuring out what makes people tick. I'm no Casanova, but over the decades my cock has impaled dozens of sexy young coeds, and more than a few of their boyfriends, too. Living in a college town was the best decision I had ever made.
There's no real trick to it. You have to show humility, don't be pushy, and most of all: listen! People will tell you everything you need to know about them if you just shut up and use your ears. My mother, may she rest in peace, had always said "there's a reason God gave you two ears and only one mouth. Use them accordingly."
That first day in Starbucks when I overheard Jun and Ryan lamenting that they had nowhere to be intimate, I knew I had to make them mine. Jun was drop-dead gorgeous -- young, Chinese, thin, big smokey almond eyes, small breasts, long black hair, sexy hips. I remember speculating that her bush would be black, straight, and untrimmed, and that her pussy would be gorgeous and would taste sweet. I speculated that Ryan would be smooth and hairless, with tight well-defined muscles. I'm a good guesser. I was right on all points.
That very first day, Jun and Ryan came over and fucked at my apartment. I made myself scarce and waited for them to invite me to watch. I knew that they would.
When they were finished, Jun rubbed her hand through the come I had deposited on my belly, and she held my hand to her tit. It seemed simply warm and affectionate, but I read more into it. Like I said, Jun wanted people to see her as edgy, because she wanted to see herself as edgy. I knew that, sooner or later, I was going to be coming all over that edgy little hottie, and maybe on her boyfriend Ryan, too. I just had to be patient.
It was clear to me from the first day that I met them that Jun was the instigator in that relationship. It also seemed that she was a little like me: she was obviously in charge, but she didn't want to emasculate Ryan. So Jun usually let Ryan feel like he was the one in control. These are the sorts of things you can observe about people if you just listen more than you talk.
They had been coming to my apartment to fuck for two months -- multiple times per week. We had a nice little routine -- they put on a live porn show for me, and I jerked off. Jun was obviously an exhibitionist, and so was I. Jun almost always looked me in the eye when she sucked Ryan off. I found that hot. And she would focus her gaze so hard on my monster cock when I came -- my orgasms usually triggered hers. I knew that she wanted it.
When Jun and I finally got the chance to be alone without Ryan (they had come over together but he got called away by his boss -- my lucky day), I knew I could have fucked her right then. It would have been so easy to talk her into it. But I'm playing the long game. My goal was never just to get laid. My goal is to take Jun and Ryan as my lovers for as long as possible. In order to make that happen, I have to make her think it's her idea. I want her to want to come back to me again and again. So instead of seducing and fucking her right there and then, we masturbated together. This was innocuous enough -- it was something she and I and Ryan all did together with some regularity.
And while we were frigging ourselves together, I invited Jun to ask me to articulate my fantasies. Like I said -- always make them think that it's their idea. The fantasies I articulated -- spitroasting Jun, and making Ryan lick her pussy while I fuck her -- they made Jun come. Yahtzee. I played it perfectly. Now I just needed to wait. I speculated that it would take her about a week to invite me into bed with her and Ryan. I was wrong. It took three days.
But on the occasion of our mutual masturbation, when we had both finished coming, I invited her to shower off with me. Jun said "No funny business!" How hilarious is that? All we ever did was get up to funny business. She had just masturbated in front of me, licked my come off of my chest, and pushed her sticky wet fingers into my mouth so that I could taste her. She was delicious, by the way. But more to the point, nobody -- and I really mean nobody -- ever says "no funny business" unless they want some funny business.
So, when Jun and I showered, I wanted to see what kind of funny business I could get away with without Jun objecting. I lathered Jun's smooth lean back and massaged her pretty round glutes with a washcloth. Then I slid my hand between her butt cheeks and softly massaged her back door with my soapy fingertips. I didn't think she would object -- and I was right. Very much the opposite -- Jun arched her back and pushed her bum towards me. It would've been so easy to shove my finger straight into Jun's ass at that moment, but I didn't. Instead, Jun rinsed off, I dried her with a warm towel, and we dressed together.
Jun made a point to tell me that she had to confess to Ryan what she and I had done together. I encouraged her to be honest with him. I spent the next two days wondering how things might be different at our next encounter. Would Ryan be angry or jealous? Would Jun start pushing the envelope during our encounters?
I was sitting on my sofa daydreaming about Jun's sexy moist brown labia when my phone rang. It was Ryan.
"We were thinking about coming over this afternoon -- is it a good day for you?" He asked.
"It's never a bad day to see you and Jun." I encouraged him. "Come on over!"
"Thanks, Paul!" He said. "We'll see you in an hour. Rawr!"
'Rawr?' I thought? 'Goofball.' I guess that was Ryan's way of communicating that he wasn't upset with me or Jun.
I puttered about, tidied up a little, made my bed for them, set out a couple of towels, a carafe of water and some glasses for us -- my usual routine. I tossed my clothes in the laundry basket and donned my cotton bath robe. My bell rang -- I knew it was Jun and Ryan, and I buzzed them in.
We all hugged, as had become our habit. Jun immediately stripped out of her clothes, which she folded and placed on my living room sofa, as had become her habit. She liked being naked. It's a nice quality in a pretty young woman. Ryan went to the bedroom and undressed more slowly there, as was his habit. I followed Jun who joined Ryan on the bed, and I sat in my corner chair, as I always did.
Jun crawled onto my bed between Ryan's legs and turned to face me, drawing her knees up and spreading her thighs apart to expose her little slit to my lusty gaze. I removed my robe and let it fall to the floor. Jun's eyes fixed on my cock, not yet fully hard, but already large and growing larger.
"Paul," Jun said softly. "Ryan and I were talking."
'Here we go!' I thought. "Oh?" I said. "What's up?"
"We've had so much fun performing for you, seeing you pleasure yourself while we do it. This arrangement has been so satisfying, and our relationship has grown so much." Jun offered.
