Pussy Boy: Chapter Three

I hardly knew what to say.

Wasn’t Ben…done?

And then he spoke, like he could read my mind.

“One of the benefits of not having a dick,” he started, grinning up at me like the Cheshire Cat, “is being able to come as many times as I want.”

I glanced at Tim—his mouth was sloppy, his dick was still raging hard—and he nodded back, full alpha Mr. Pussy energy on display

“It’s his first time,” Tim said to Ben by way of explanation. “He doesn’t know the score.”

Ben’s voice was deep and low. “Nothing hotter than a newbie.”

It was the moment of truth. Tim had crossed the precipice of his own comfort by sucking my dick, and now it was time for me to put my mouth where Ben’s pussy was…and join in.

Fair was fair. And, to be honest, watching Tim at work hadn’t grossed me out. It had actually looked…hot. Really hot.

Gathering my courage, I lowered myself down, staring at Ben’s hole—gaping and sloppy and open, the remnants of Tim’s mouth all over it.

He and I had never so much as kissed, but now I’d be experiencing his spit second hand.

Fuck. That was hot.

I neared closer, at first hovering just before, teasing him with my breath. He shivered.

And then, just as I was about to make contact, I went lower, finding Ben’s asshole, as yet unexplored, running my tongue just along the rim.

“Jesus,” Ben muttered, hardly expecting it.

Tim chuckled from above. “Start with what you know.”

It was what I knew—Ben’s hairy hole just beneath his pussy, it too puckering and opening as I pressed along it, sucking lightly on its folds.

He tasted sweet, ripe, the remnants of an earlier workout still lingering on his skin.

While I ate his ass, I took my free hand and began lightly stroking along his pussy, feeling the folds for myself. They were far from what I might have expected. They felt...nice, and my grazes (and my tongue) seemed to be working.

Ben liked it. I could tell, his eyes searing into mine, glimmering in the low light of the locker room.

Once I’d gained my bearings, I let my mouth trace upwards, my tongue running all along the outer layer of Ben’s pussy lips, my first taste.

This had been repellent for as long as I could imagine. But now, with Ben’s insane, ripped body, his chiseled, bearded face and piercing eyes lingering above me as bait, and Tim’s presence from beside, it was something else.

It was…hot. Actually, it was the hottest fucking thing I could imagine.

“Fuck yeah, buddy,” Tim said from beside me, all the supportive energy of a little league coach. “Fucking eat that slit.”

I pressed inwards, mimicking the movements I’d observed of Tim from afar: tracing my tongue along the interior, stroking around in clockwise motions. There were layers upon layers here, but it was warm, inviting. It was different from an ass—looser, if still tight; soft and ribbed, just as Tim had said.

Ben’s eyes rolled into his head. “Yes…yes…”

I might have worried he was just being polite, but he wasn’t. I was giving him head, and I was…good at it.

I pulled away, glancing at Tim for further confirmation.

“That’s it,” Tim muttered, his air of dominance electric, consuming. “Keep going. Fucking suck on it.”

He placed a hand to my head, just as I had with his, pressing me deeper within Ben.

“Yeah, fuckkkkk. Eat it.”

And so I did as I was told, slurping and massaging as best I could, some of my technique from eating ass expanded and reinterpreted for the occasion.

How far did this fucking cave go? I asked myself.

I glanced at Tim, his cock bouncing beside me.

He was hard. Rock hard.