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Loving to Like Ch. 01

By: BuckyDuckman



I'm posting this story under the "Gay" heading because this story features man-on-man action, but it's done with Troy's girlfriend watching and participating. If having a woman being part of things isn't for you, consider this fair warning.

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Molly and Troy had dated long enough for Molly to complain about the decor of his apartment and long enough for her to give up complaining about it. Troy knew it was his man-cave, a celebration of being who he was and refused to apologize for it. The blank wall held a massive flat screen TV, stereo system, and multiple gaming systems. The rest of the walls were adorned with sports memorabilia and bookcases filled with DVDs and video games. A black leather sectional sofa stood in an L shape with a coffee table littered with controllers and remote controls. But he kept his apartment cleaner than Molly's and did his own cooking instead of ordering take-out every night. He was a man and didn't apologize for being one.

Troy would describe the man sitting on Molly's left as metro-sexual, except he wasn't sure they still used that phrase. More likely to read GQ or Men's Health than Sports Illustrated or Auto Trader, Alex was a well put-together man with an easy charm. Without making jokes about how Alex could swap hair care or facial cream tips, Troy could see how Alex would appeal to most women, including Molly. Ironically, that was one of the reasons why Molly had broken up with him three years ago. She told Troy, "I was tired of dating someone who took longer to get ready than I did."

A year and half into a comfortable relationship, Molly and Troy embraced full couple status. They were an item, even without a ring shared between them or talk of sharing apartments. Ashes of failed relationships past still blackened their willpower for more than what they had; a beautiful relationship extending well past friends-with-benefits status. Troy felt the pull for them to become something more instead of a push from her for them to take the next step. Three months ago, he made it clear to Molly how he felt about her. "You're dangerous," he told her over quiet drinks in a booth at their favorite watering hole. "You make me want the things I said I never wanted again."

"Jerk, I was thinking the same thing," Molly accused. "And you do that too damn often. That's not the way this relationship is supposed to go."

"I know!" he said, losing his serious demeanor to a broad smile. "Which is better, liking loving you or loving liking you?"

"Maybe we need to find a way to sabotage this relationship before we get too serious?" she said, never choosing. 

"Fine, I'll go first," he offered. He remembered staring at her across the dark booth before confessing, "If I don't jerk-off at least once a day, I get cranky."

"Even the days when we have sex?"

"Usually," Troy admitted. "If I didn't do it earlier that day, probably not. But the next day, after you leave? Yeah, most of the time I rub one out before the end of the day."

"So you're an oversexed pervert. That's what I'm hearing," she said before sipping her rum and coke.

He nodded. "Probably. There's more, but it's your turn."

"Fine," she said, looking past his shoulder as she considered. "Okay, my favorite sex toy is longer and thicker than you. A lot longer and a lot thicker."

"Ooo, that's good," he told her and it was the beginning of them trying to drive the other away revealing secrets too outrageous to ever be loved or even liked. 

It took more than confessions of secrets before Molly inviting Alex to join them on a date, but that's where it started. According to Molly, Alex was the only man able to eat pussy better than a girl (and yes, she knew from firsthand experience the differences between a man and woman doing it). That confession stung Troy enough for him to retaliate with an in kind confession of his own, "Yeah, well the best blow job I ever got was from a dude."

Without realizing it, Molly changed the rules of the game. "Yeah, well maybe you should try it and see if you can do any better than me!" 

Troy's indignant reply pushed things over the edge. "Fine, find me a dude who can keep a secret and I'll blow both his mind and his dick!"

He sat in his apartment, his man-cave, surrounded by the things he liked best, including the woman sitting on his left. Next to her sat the one person who went down on his girlfriend better than anyone else ever had. The same man who was there for one primary reason, for Troy to suck his cock in front of Molly.

Wondering if he should feel more nervous, Troy let go of the idea as they sat in a row on his big leather couch watching porn on the TV. He wasn't afraid to be naked in front of Alex. After high school, when the military was still under its "Don't ask, don't tell," policy, Troy had a gay roommate serving democracy with him. Brian was as much a soldier as any other man in the platoon, regardless of his sexual orientation. It was a lark the drunken night when Troy let Brian suck him off, but that single blow job had left him with a new summit that hadn't been achieved before or since. Even though the best, technical blow job he had ever received had come from another man, it hadn't been enough for Troy to switch sides. He loved women and pussy too much to switch teams. In the years since, he lived with the comfortable knowledge that a little man-on-man action wasn't enough to alter his manliness or reduce his alignment as a lover of women. He couldn't imagine that changing, even if he changed from pitching to catching.

"Am I the only getting excited?" Molly asked after half an hour of porn watching.

"From the movie or from what's supposed to happen?" Alex asked.

"Yes," Molly said, smiling.

"Maybe you should check to see who's hard," Troy suggested, knowing what she would find if she checked his lap. On a whim, he had forgone his usual jerk-off session yesterday and earlier in the day. He didn't feel cranky, but he did feel needy. It was a need Molly's hand found.

"Nice," she said, rubbing the long bulge in Troy's pants. Glancing past her, he saw she was doing the same to Alex. Had she meant her single word praise for one or both of them? Did it matter? "I want to see these," she said, leading Troy to believe she had been all inclusive with her first word, too.

"I think you know the combination," Troy suggested.

"Why don't you take care of that yourself while I help Alex. After all, he is a guest," Molly said, using both hands to work Alex's belt, the top of his pants, and his zipper. Troy did the same to himself, pacing himself to match Molly's progress. What Alex got that Troy didn't were Molly's hands caressing the length and girth of his hard-on. 

Unaccustomed to being intimidated by other men, Troy found the sight of Molly's small hands caressing Alex's generously endowed manhood exciting. "Closer to the size of your toy?" he asked, stroking his own need.

"Not even," she snickered, wrapping both hands around Alex until this to tip of the head was exposed above her loosely closed fist. 

"What toy?" Alex asked.

"One she has yet to show me," Troy explained, sending a message to Molly that she didn't miss.

"Maybe after I get to know you better," she said, giggling and offering a hand to Troy's cock, too.

"Is it just me or does she seem overdressed to you?" Alex asked, smiling and showing his perfect, bleached white teeth to Troy.

"Maybe you should do something about that," Troy said, content to let Molly's former boyfriend do the heavy lifting of unfastening and undressing Molly while he enjoyed the show. Interestingly, Molly kept her eyes on Troy while Alex undressed her. Troy's eyes roamed the fine body he had been making love to for the last eighteen months. Her small breasts were first to come into view and he laid a hand on her chest, caressing nipples he could see were hard and excited. She lifted up her narrow hips as Alex pulled her panties off with her jeans, revealing the closely cropped patch of pubic hair she kept just above her otherwise smooth womanhood.

"Remind me again why I let you get away," Alex asked, his hand caressed her flat stomach before slipping down to appreciate the length of her thigh. Troy saw the appreciation in Alex's eyes, the way his hand moved with familiar comfort, and how Alex's cock throbbed at the thrill of touching Molly again.

"Because you wear more product than I do," Molly told him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "Now get rid your shirt, too. I'm not going to be the only one naked in this room." As Alex pulled off his Polo shirt, Molly turned to give Troy a real kiss. Her tongue push past his lips as soon as they touched. Her fingers danced down the front of his shirt, undoing buttons as they moved. Moments later, the three of them sat on Troy's couch wearing nothing but jewelry for Alex and Molly and nothing at all for Troy. Her hand wrapped around his prick, squeezing it as she told him, "This reminds me some of the gang-bangs I did college."

"Now you're just playing," Troy said, though he knew she felt his cock throb. Still, he couldn't imagine prim and proper Molly Anderson being part of a gang-bang. He had seen the Debate Team trophies still on display in her apartment, along with the pictures from newspaper clippings. In college, Molly had looked more like the mousey hot librarian type than a sexpot sorority girl pining for the next on-campus visit from Girls Gone Wild.

"Twice," she insisted. "Three times if you count that time with Karen."

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Still like me?"

"Ain't skart," he promised, unable to stop his eyes from drifting to Alex's hard cock. While he wasn't endowed well enough to intimidate Troy, Alex still had him beat with in both girth and length. Troy knew his equipment exceeded most other men. Alex's cock was bigger, but not big enough to dwarf Troy's. 

Molly's eyes followed Troy's. "See something you like?" she asked, caressing Alex again.

"Is he the biggest you ever had?"

"Close, but not quite. There was one guy bigger."

Troy didn't bother to ask where he ranked. He was close enough and besides, what could he do about it? "Size queen," he teased.

"Only when it comes to my toys," she told him, her eyes fluttering as a surge of pleasure surged through her from the way Alex was caressing her chest. "It's okay for him to go down on me, right?" 

"Let's see, he's bigger than me, better groomed, and eats pussy better than any lesbian you've ever met. Um, sure," Troy said, listing off the realities of the moment. Molly stared at him for a long time, her eyes searching his. She started to say something, but he beat her to it. "You know when this is over, I want to fuck Karen."

He watched Molly's eyes go wide as her mouth hung open from the words he had stopped her from saying. "Why? Because she has bigger tits than me?"

"Maybe," he said and covered her mouth with his before she could say anything more. The passion of their kiss made up for any lines they had crossed. 

"You're okay with this?" Molly asked Alex.

"Wouldn't be here if I wasn't willing to play along," he said, kissing her lips. Troy noticed how Molly let him kiss her, but she pulled away before it became as intense as the kisses he had shared with her. He remembered one of the other things she said she didn't like about Alex. For as good as he was at going down on her, he was a crappy kisser. According to Molly, Alex kept his lips too tight when he kissed and jabbed with a pointy tongue that felt creepy and wrong. Troy had no plans to find out for himself.

"Let me borrow this," Molly told Troy, pulling the hand he had between her legs away from her pussy. He didn't fight it, letting her move his hand even as he felt her pulling it farther across her body until his hand rested on top of Alex's hard prick. "Oh fuck, yeah," she purred, watching him do it while she caressed Troy's hard cock. He throbbed inside her hand, telling her everything she needed to know. "I think you like that," she teased. "Does his cock feel good in your hand?"

"Yes," Troy mumbled, unsure what he should do. At first, he rubbed the length of it, feeling Alex's prick throbbing its welcome. Experimentally, he grabbed at Alex's balls, unsurprised to find them shaved. Alex was well groomed in every detail. He cupped the man's big balls, studying their weight. His body knew he wasn't touching himself, Alex felt different more than he felt the same, and the differences sent a surge of pleasure through him. He moved his hand back to Alex's shaft, touching the long, thick slab of another's manhood.

"Feel how wet you're making me," Molly cooed in his ear. With his opposite hand, Troy felt the difference between Molly's pre-touch and post-touch thrill. Where she had been wet before, she was now soaked. 

"Damn," he said, glancing at her for just a second before turning back to watching his hand caressing this other man. He studied what he was doing, finding it oddly appealing to see his manly hand around the essence of another man's manhood. He knew he was crossing a line for most of society and didn't care.

"Suck him," Molly told him. "Get down on your knees, crawl between his legs, and let me see you suck him."

"Just like that?" he asked.

"Oh please, don't even try to tell me you don't want to do it," she said, giving his swollen, throbbing cock a squeeze. Any hesitation he felt in the back of his mind about crossing farther over society's lines was betrayed by the thrill on display inside her tiny hand. "Go on," she said, pushing at his shoulder. After slipping from the couch, Troy crawled past his girlfriend's legs, looking up to see the eager, needful look in her eyes. From the anxious look in her eyes, this was more than want for her, but a need. "Do it," she told him. "Suck him. Suck him for me."

Positioned between Alex's legs, Troy studied his hard prick for a moment longer. At least Alex smelled like a man. Without a reason to hesitation, Troy didn't. He gave Molly one more quick glace before opening his mouth and then he wrapped his mouth around Alex's hard prick, forsaking any remaining claim he had to heterosexuality. 

"Look up," Molly told him. When he did, he saw her leaning against Alex, her head on his shoulder, watching. "That is so fucking hot. I'm so fucking wet right now. Feel." He reached for, fumbling between her legs before his hand landed against her pussy. She clutched his hand, pressing it against her pussy. "Mm, suck him, Troy. Suck that big fat cock. Does it taste good?"

"It's okay," he reported between bobs of his head. Troy felt his swollen cock throbbing, as it did whenever he ate pussy. He loved eating, loved making a woman squirm beneath him. He loved her taste, smell, and they way her pussy felt against his lips. Was that happening to him now? Was his cock reacting to what was inside his mouth or what was beneath his hand?

"Play with his balls," Molly coached. "He likes that."

Troy did, caresses Bob's hairless balls as he experimented with different ways to move his tongue and his head. While it was a new sensation to have a man's prick between his lips, Troy wasn't a stranger to blow jobs. He knew what he liked. He knew what felt best to him. He pushed his mouth down farther, engulfing as much of the thick shaft as he could. Molly let loose a moan when he did, a sound he recognized. She was having an orgasm. Beneath his hand, he felt her squirm and contract.

"Do it," she purred, wiggling next to him. At first, it didn't make sense how she was moving, it was as if she was sliding. He watched as she did it, sliding from the couch to sit on the floor. She rested her head on Alex's stomach and thigh, her face so close to Troy that he could smell her shampoo. One of her hands found his hard cock. She squeezed it. "Ooo, you're so hard. I think you like sucking cock, don't you?"

"It's not bad," he offered, embarrassed and excited at the same time.

"No, I think you like it a lot. And I think you like me watching you do it. Is that what it is, Troy? Do you like sucking cock for me?"

Troy moaned, unwilling to admit that her words were getting to him. Was it true? Did he like doing this? Was it the way she was watching that was making him so hard? He tried convincing himself he was feeding off of her thrill. He was prone to that with his women, he always had been. The more excited they got, the more it excited him. He considered himself a giver. 

Molly moved again. She pressed against him, kneeling against him almost doggie style. She rested her chin in his shoulder while she reached beneath his body to stroke his cock. Her other hand reached between his legs, cupping his balls, squeezing them, too. "You know this makes you gay, right?" she cooed and gave him a kiss on the cheek before giggling. "Not as gay as when his comes in your mouth. That's going to make you completely gay. And you're going to do it, right? You're going to make him cum in your mouth, right?" 

Troy offered another muffled moan as he head spun as if he was drunk. Damn it, she was getting to him. 

"How's he doing?" she asked Alex. "Are you getting close?"

"Actually, I am," Alex sighed. "Really close."

"Do it," she told him. "Cum in his mouth. Make him gay for me." Molly tugged and pulled at Troy's prick, coaxing and caressing him balls. He fought against the thrill she was giving him, but trying to stay focused on the cock in his mouth made it difficult. "You're so hard," she purred in his ear. "I think you like cock, don't you? You like sucking cock more than you ever dreamed. Who's going to come first, you or him?"

Concerned it could be him who came first, Troy put more effort into his cock sucking. He focused on the sensitive underside of Alex's prick, aiming his tongue for the places he knew felt best when a woman did it to him. He could feel Alex swelling. He felt the other man's balls pulling closer to his body, tensing and making ready for an orgasm. What Troy couldn't be sure was who was closer, him or Alex? 

He threw himself into his cock sucking, working hard and faster, adding more caresses with his tongue until it happened, startling him at first. Alex erupted inside Troy's mouth, splashing the back of his mouth with a jet of warm semen that felt a little like someone spraying a squirt gun inside his mouth on a warm summer day. Instead of choking or gagging, Troy accepted the sudden surprise as the pay-off for his labors, thrilling with each successive pulse, pump, and splash of semen. He felt Alex's pumping and throbbing cock in his mouth as if it were his own. He felt Molly's hands tugging and pulling on him. And he felt his cock spraying and releasing his load. 

"Cocksucker," Molly said, grinning merrily at him from her perch on Alex's waist. "Did you like that mouthful of cum?"

"It was okay," Alex said, feeling triumphant and wondering how rude it would be for him to grab a towel for the cum he just sprayed on his couch.

"I'm serious," Molly said, though she was smiling as if keeping a secret from him. "Did you like it? Had you tasted cum before?"

"It's okay," Alex repeated, confused.

"Here, taste yours," she said, rubbing the palm full of his semen across Alex's hard cock. "Do it, baby. Suck him." She rubbed Alex's shaft, smearing his cum up and down the other's man's shaft. Troy stared at her moving hand, watching up close as she rubbed this other man's prick. "Do it," she told him again and held Alex's shaft out to him, her other hand pressing on the back of his head. 

Troy did it. He didn't know why he was doing it, he just did. He opened his mouth, wrapped his lips around Alex's full cock, and sucked on it. "There, like this?" he asked, pulling away to say the words before licking and lapping at any spots he missed. "Is this what you want? Is this getting you off?"


Loving to Like Ch. 01



He was in mid lick when Molly grabbed Troy's head with her hands on either side of his face. "Fuck, I love you!" she said and pressed her lips against his, kissing him deeply and madly. 

Confused, Troy kissed her back until she let go of him. "You okay?" he asked her, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Fuck that was hot," she said, panting as if she had had another orgasm while they were kissing. She played with Alex's spent prick, rubbing and caressing it. "Kiss it again for me. Just kiss it, the tip of it. Right here," she said, pointing to the slit of Alex's dick. "Yeah. That's hot, she said before looking up at Alex. Troy followed her gaze, seeing the other man looking as bewildered as he felt. "How long before you can get hard again?"

"I don't know," Alex said, his eyes shifting between the two of them. "Ten minutes or so?"

"Can he suck you again?"

"Yeah, I guess..." Alex said, looking at Troy. "Is that something you want to do?"

"I don't know," Troy said, unable to figure out what was going on with Molly. "I don't think it matters. You know what they say, suck one dick, right?"

"You're a cocksucker for life!" Molly finished, eyes wide and big, eager smile on her face. It was the eager, anticipatory look of game show contestants right before a big prize was unveiled. Had it really meant that much to her? It felt like a stupid question, especially with the way she looked. "You get hard, too," she told Alex. "Then this next time, you can fuck me while you suck him. Or, wait! I have a better idea! You can suck him and I can sit on his face while you do it." She looked back up to Alex, asking, "You still like to eat pussy, right?"

"Whoa, slowdown, Molly," Troy said, hand on her shoulder. Standing, he offered her a hand, he helped pull her to her feet. "Can you give us a second?" he asked Alex. 

"Yeah dude. Whatever. Take your time."

Troy pulled Molly into the kitchen area, just a few feet away. "Baby, what's going on?"

She gave him a hurt and confused look, her eyes shifting back and forth between his right and left eye as if she might find a different answer in each one. "Nothing, baby. It's just, that was really hot, okay?"

Giving her a half a smile, he nodded. "So I gathered, but wow, really? I mean, this is really trippy."

"You didn't like doing it, did you?" she asked, looking down.

"I didn't say that," he told her, pulling her chin up so he could see her expression. He gave her a quick kiss. "It wasn't a big deal for me. I mean, it was different, but it wasn't that different."

"So you liked it?"

"It was okay," he hedged, unwilling to give her too much. "It was more fun than I thought it would be, but what I didn't expect was your reaction. That really got to you, didn't it?"

"It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. And I've done gang-bangs before."

"Yeah, so you said." That was a news flash he had yet to put in its place. "But this isn't a gang-bang."

Taking a deep breath, Molly nodded, the crazed fire leaving her eyes. Troy wasn't immune to the attraction of seeing her bare chest rise and fall with her deep breath. As he told her before, it was easy to love liking her or like loving her. So far, he had let to go at that, refusing to think it through deeper. He didn't want to lose what they had. This game they had been playing was dangerous. When would one of them make a confession the other couldn't live with? Telling her he jerked off once a day or hearing that her favorite sex toy was monster sized was one thing. Pushing aside the gang-bang secret, he felt as if they had stumbled into something new with her reaction to seeing him with a cock in his mouth. "This is too much, isn't it?"

He sighed, pulling her close. "No, not too much, just unexpected."

"I used the 'L' word, too."

He kissed the top of her head. "We've used that word before," he reminded her, but he appreciated her acknowledging it. The word Love had been slipping out of their mouths for months now, as if they were both trying it out, testing to see how it felt. 

"You know Alex wants me back, right?"

"Um, no," Troy said, pulling away so he could see her face again. How many bombshells could one night have?

She nodded. "It's why he's here. It's why he's letting you, you know, do that to him."

Smiling, Troy gave her a confused look. "When does this start making sense?" 

"Okay if I use the bathroom?" Alex called from the living room.

"Second door on the right," Molly called to him, waiting until he walked past before telling Alex the rest. "When I started dating him, I thought he was bi, maybe even gay or something."

Troy nodded, he could see how anyone could make that mistake about Alex.

"But he's not. He's straight. Really straight. And that was another strike against him," she said, looking away before for a moment before looking at Troy to finish her thought. "Gay guys turn me on. I mean, not really gay guys, but guys who do gay things."

"Like suck dick?"

She nodded. "I read this book, by Anne Rice, about Sleeping Beauty. Anyway, there's this gay guy who's forced to have sex with women, too, and it really got to me. About that same time, I heard this news story about how a lot of guys who do gay porn are only gay for pay. They're straight in real life, but they make more doing gay films than they make doing straight porn. And... I don't know..." She had to look away again for a moment that last even longer as Alex came out of the bathroom. 

"Everything okay?" he asked, a bit of a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, everything's great," Molly told him. "We're almost ready for round two."

Alex looked surprised, but quickly changed his expression to a smile. "Whatever you say," he said. He went back to the couch, rubbing and squeezing his big prick back to life as he stared at the porno on the TV.

During that brief pause, Troy quickly put the rest of it together. He wouldn't claim to understand it all, but he felt as if he understood enough of things to move forward. His girlfriend wanted her boyfriend to go both ways. Alex wouldn't do it, but was willing to offer his big dick to demonstrate a partial change of heart. Troy didn't feel gay, not even half gay. Sucking Alex was fun, but he felt like he did after Brian had sucked him so many years ago. So what? He still wanted pussy and most of all, he wanted Molly's pussy. 

"Before we go back in there, there's something I want to say," he told her, pulling Molly close to him. He wrapped a hand between her legs from behind, cupping her sex and pushing a finger inside her pussy while his other hand groped her chest. "All the dick in the world will never make me stop wanting this." He fingered her pussy a couple of times. "This." He rolled a nipple between his fingers. "Or this," he said, kissing her on the lips. "These things are mine."

Molly stared up at him, a look of dumbfounded awe on her face. "Are you trying to get me to say the 'L' word again?"

Troy shook his head. "Save that until the dick sucking is done."

Hand in hand, they went back into the living room where Alex was sporting most of a hard-on. Troy looked at him differently, understanding why he was there and decided to use it to his advantage. He stopped in front of Alex. "Hey dude, I need some help here. Care to return the favor?" 

A look of horror passed over Alex's face as he looked directly at Troy's cock before glancing up to see if the well built man was serious.

"Nah, just kidding," Troy said, laughing. "I mean, unless you want to give it a go."

"Do I have to?" Alex asked, looking from Troy to Molly and back to Troy again. "I mean, I sort of thought we were... you know, that she wanted to..."

"Sit on your face," Troy answered for him. "And that's good. Is that what you'd rather do? Would you rather eat my girlfriend's pussy than suck my cock?"

"If that's okay. You know, for old time's sake, right?"

"Okay if I make him hard, first?" Molly asked Alex, but she nodded at Troy's cock. "I bet he'll suck you better if he's hard, too."

"Um sure, go for it," Alex said, a brave smile on his face. 

Sitting on the coffee table, Molly drew Troy's prick between her lips. It didn't take her long before he was hard again. Troy let it happen, appreciating every caress of her lips and tongue. Maybe Brian had better technique, but Troy was no longer so sure that Brian's blow job was the best ever. Without a side-by-side comparison, would he ever know? And even if a side-by-side comparison was possible, there was an x-factor to Molly's mouth Brian would never have. Aside from being a woman, Molly was his girlfriend, and that had to count for something.

"You know I'm going to suck him off again," Troy teased as she sucked. "And I'm going to make him come again, too. Right in my mouth. For you, baby."

"Maybe a little bit for you, too?"

"Sure," he told her, caressing the side of her face. "Why not? I'll go gay for you."

With his cock hard, Troy turned, knelt alongside his couch, and again faced Alex's cock. The long, thick shaft did present as a healthy slab of maleness and he was ready to prove to he was more of man that Alex. Opening his mouth, he drew Alex's hard cock between his lips. "Do it, baby," Molly purred.

"Bring that over here to me," Alex told Molly, holding out his hand to her. "Let me taste you."

"Go for it," Troy told her. She seemed torn, but he insisted. "I'm serious. Let him eat you. You said he did it best, so go for it."

She nodded and moved to the couch where Alex had laid out in anticipation of receiving her. Troy stroked Alex's cock as she moved into position, watching her straddling Alex's face. "Come for me," he told her. "Come for me while I suck this big, fat cock."

"Oh fuck," she said and she squirmed against Alex.

Troy worked Alex's cock, running his lips and tongue up and down the man's shaft. He played with Troy's balls and occasionally turned his head so Molly could see him with that big, fat cock between his lips. She clutched her breasts as she watched, moaning and squirming. "I'm going to make him come now," he told her. Remembering a trick one of his previous girlfriend's had done to him, he wrapped his hand around the base of Alex's cock and began pulling on his rod as he sucked. If he was doing it right, it would feel like a blow job combined with the urgency of a hand job. From the way Alex reacted, he guessed he was doing it right. He felt the man swelling, his cock twitching and throbbing, and just before Alex came, he told Molly what was happening. "He's going to do it," he told her. "He's going to cum in mouth!"

Molly came. It wasn't her first orgasm, but it was her biggest so far. She moaned and Troy felt his first and only pang of jealousy. Alex was getting to taste that orgasm he felt like he was creating. The thought lasted just a moment though before it was lost to Alex's second orgasm. As strong as his first, Troy was better prepared for receiving it. As he swallowed, he thought of Brian and realized there was a thrill to playing on this side of the fence, too.

With Alex spent, Troy moved quickly. He stood, moved to his girlfriend, and planted his lips on hers. He kissed her deeply as his hands clutched her chest, finding the thrill of her rock hard nipples as she moaned into his mouth. When the moment was passed, he pulled back and smiled. "Love you," he said, his heart soaring as he saw her smiling back at him.

Spent and panting, Molly pulled herself away from Alex's face. His nose, cheeks, and mouth glistened from her orgasm. Troy sat on the coffee table, holding his hard-on. "Still a chance for you to return the favor," he offered.

"No thanks," Alex said, looking up at Molly. "So, how was I?"

"Mm, good," she told him, caressing the side of his face. "Almost as good as Troy."

Alex looked hurt for a moment. "Really? Probably the angle."

"Yeah, something like that," Troy said. Had she really meant that? 

"So now what?" Alex asked.

"I don't know," Molly mused, a smirk on her face. "My boyfriend is still hard. Sure you don't want to help me take care of that?"

"How?"

"We could suck him together."

"Yeah, I don't know..." Alex said, sitting up. "Maybe something else?"

"I know, you can go down on me while he fucks me. That would be really hot!"

"Yeah, I suppose. I mean, if you really want," Alex said without enthusiasm.

"Or, you could just watch us fuck," Molly countered. "I haven't had it up the ass in a while." She looked to Troy. "You want to fuck my ass, baby?"

"Ass, mouth, pussy, it's all good to me," Troy said, rubbing himself. It did all sound good to him. 

"Yeah, well, maybe I should take off and give the two of you some room," Alex suggested, sitting up and reaching for his clothes. "I mean, it's already late and getting later."

"You sure you don't want to watch? If you get hard, I can suck you off again," Troy offered.

"Nah, that's okay, dude," Alex said. "I think I'm good."

Troy and Molly waited while Alex got dressed, watching naked on the couch as he left. Molly sat next to Troy, casually stroking his hard-on. Once Alex was gone, she squeeze Troy's prick. "I need this."

Questions swirled inside Troy's head, but he pushed them aside. Those questions could wait. "And I need you," he said, pulling her on top of him. 

After their lovemaking on his couch, they cuddled. Troy's questions slipped away in the simple afterglow of holding Molly's naked body next to his. Molly was first to stir, heading to the bathroom. Troy knew what was next when she returned. "I should go," she said, reaching for her panties. Troy nodded, sitting on the couch and watching her dress. Molly had cats and dreaded spending a night away from them. Troy stayed naked, he usually did. Why not? It was his apartment. Once she was dressed, he stood, walking her to the door. Kissing him, she groped his cock and balls. "Sometime I'd like to see you like this when I arrive instead of when I'm leaving."

"Come back in the morning and I'll still be this way," he said, giving her one more kiss before swinging open the door for her. 

After looking both ways, Molly face him, smiling. "You know, if I lived in this building, I would be watching your door for a free show."

Troy laughed, gave her another kiss, and watched her walk away. Behind his closed door, he picked up his clothes, carried them to his bedroom and dumped them in the basket. The Spice Channel continued its non-stop playing of porn. Sitting on the edge of his couch, he watched a pretty blonde sucking off an anonymous man. He rubbed his cock to life. Less than an hour ago, he was the one with a cock in his mouth. Recreating the moment in his mind, he jerked off, allowing himself to enjoy the memory. 

In the morning, Troy felt the persistent buzz of last night teasing his libido as he thought through what had happened. There was no way around it, he had sucked cock and liked it. Thinking about it turned the low-grade buzz into a hard-on. Staying naked, he sat in front of his big TV, turning on Sportscenter while cruising the 'net on his laptop. Fifteen minutes later, he found himself doing something he had never done before, cruising gay porn sites. He kept hearing Molly explaining how many gay performers were really just "gay-for-pay" performers. He imagined horny, understanding girlfriends standing just off camera, watching their boyfriend sucking dick or taking it up the ass. Slipping into fantasy mode, he tugged and pulled on his hard cock, allowing himself to experience the thrill of sucking another man without taking a hit to his masculinity. He surprised himself with a bigger than expected orgasm. 

Troy started dating Molly because he found her funny, interesting and attractive. The longer they dated, the more interesting she became. What never expected was discovering something new about himself. Now what?

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Loving to Like Ch. 02



Troy ponders the impact of last night's cocksucking performance for his girlfriend. After sucking off Molly's ex-boyfriend, Molly invites her best friend to bring her boyfriend over for a repeat. Troy soon finds himself sucking off Nelson and Alex (again!) while Karen and Molly encourage him.

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Just after seven thirty in the morning, Troy wasn't expecting a knock at his front door. Setting aside the tissue he had used for his orgasm, he padded naked to the door, peering through the peephole at Molly. Laughing, he swung open the door. "Hey baby." 

She flashed him a smile before her eyes drifted lower, spying his still firm, but spent prick. "I missed it, didn't I?" 

Laughing harder, he nodded. "By mere minutes."

Kissing him after stepping inside his apartment, her hand caressed what remained of his hard-on. Glancing at the TV, she frowned. "You jerked off to Sports Center?"

"Not even close," he said, nodding at his laptop. While she sat on the couch, he made coffee for the two of them.

"Damn, baby," Molly said, pulling his laptop closer. "Guess I wasn't your inspiration this morning, was I?"

"Depends on how you think about it. You're the one who turned me into a cocksucker."

"That's such a harsh word."

"How about fag?"

"Nah, my politically correct friends say that's like using the 'n' word."

"Okay, then you pick the word," he said, carrying over two cups from his pod style coffee machine. Sitting next to her on the couch, he clicked the home button on his browser. "So what brings you by so early on a Saturday?"

"Honestly? I was hoping to either catch you in the act or beat you to it. You really jerk off this early in the morning?"

"Not always, but I had an interesting evening."

"From the text messages I received this morning, so did Alex. He seems to think he proved something to me last night."

"Did he?"

She finished blowing across the lip of her cup before answering. "That a straight man whose willing to go gay for me is a hundred times more attractive than a gay acting boyfriend who won't even give it a try."

"Maybe he's afraid he'll like it."

Molly giggled. "He did say you did a good job."

"Do you wish he had sucked me, too?"

She shook her head. "I knew he wouldn't, but I thought it was cute when you offered."

Troy smirked. "You caught that?"

"Come on, Troy. We've been together too long for me not to understand your sense of humor. You knew he wouldn't do it, too."

"But you knew I'd do it, didn't you?"

"I guess. I mean, you said you would, so why wouldn't you?"

"Because it's gay."

"Are you a fag now?" she asked.

"I thought you said that was a bad word."

"No, my politically correct friends say it's a bad word. Personally, I think it's cute. So, you didn't answer my question. Are you gay now?"

"Not even close," he said, putting a hand on her thigh. "But I do feel, I don't know, enlightened? I'm glad I did it twice. The first time, you surprised me. The second time, I think I enjoyed it more."

"Something you want to do again?"

"Something I would do again with or for you, otherwise? I don't think I roll that way."

"That makes it sexier for me."

"Oh really? How sexy?" he asked, his hand sliding farther up her thigh until he cupped the seam of jeans. Troy pressed against the general area where her clitoris would be. Molly squirmed.

"Stop it or you're going to ruin my surprise for you."

"What surprise?"

Picking up her large, oversized purse, Molly fished inside its depths and pulled out a long, fat dildo. She handed it to him. "Kong, this is Troy. Troy, meet Kong."

"Fuck me," he said, measuring the big toy's heft in his hand. It felt like at least a pound of latex, maybe more. While it was shaped like a cock, complete with a cockhead and vein details along its shaft, it was too long and thick to ever be real. Measuring with his thumb and finger, he wasn't able to close around it. "Where did you get this?"

"It was a gag gift at a bachelor party. For years, it stayed in my underwear drawer and one, drunk night, after a failed date, I tried it out."

"Show me," he said, handing it back to her.

"Now?" Troy nodded. Molly stared at him for a moment before setting down her coffee cup to undress. Naked, she propped one heel on the couch and left her other foot on the floor. In her tiny hands, the toy looked even bigger. "I have to get really wet first," she explained, opening her mouth wide and putting her mouth around the big fake cock as if she was trying to blow it. With her other hand, she rubbed her pussy.

"Ever show this toy to anyone else?" he asked, caressing her chest and rolling a stiff nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Never," she said, lowering the toy between her legs. She needed both hands to hold and guide it. At first, she pressed the big cockhead against her pussy, rubbing it up and down her slit and making it wetter. Leaning back, she positioned the big toy against her pussy and pushed. "Oh fuck," she moaned as it began to fill her. "Fuck yeah." It took her a couple tries to find a comfortable position, but once she did, he watched her pussy lips wrapping around the toy, moving with it as she eased it in and out. Molly looked at Troy as she did it, watching him watching her, and as far as he could tell, it added to the thrill for her. Grabbing his hand, she put it on the base of the toy. "Fuck me with it, Troy. Make me cum."

Afraid of hurting her, Troy eased the toy in and out of her shallow strokes. When that wasn't enough for her, she rested her hand on top of his, guiding him. Molly urged him to do it faster and deeper than he would have dared without her help. He saw the bud of her clitoris right above the big toy, seeing it rock back and forth as he moved the toy and realized she would need nothing else. 

"Come for me," he told her, moving to lean over her and kiss her lips as he fucked her with the big toy. She kissed him back, moaning into his mouth. With his free hand, he clutched at her chest and was pulling on one of her nipples when her orgasm arrived. His lips never left hers until her orgasm was done. As he felt her relax from her orgasm, he pulled the toy from her pussy and did something he never did before. He put the toy in his mouth, tasting her from the latex.

"Size queen," Molly giggled, watching him. 

"That was intense," Troy said, setting the toy upright on his coffee table. He smiled. He liked how it looked there.

"Mm, looks as if I wasn't the only who enjoyed that." Sitting up, Molly slipped her hand between Troy's legs, rubbing he renewed hard-on. When Troy picked up his coffee, she smirked as he casually sipped it. "Did you really have fun last night?"

"Ask me after we play with Karen."

"Maybe Karen wants to see you suck dick."

"You told her what we were going to do?"

Molly grinned, reaching for her coffee cup with her free hand. "Not yet, but I usually tell her everything."

"Has she met Kong?"

"No, you're the only person who's met Kong. I mean, the girls at the party knew about it, but none of them ever asked me what happened to it."

"Call her," Troy said, his eyes narrow and daring. "Call and tell her what happened last night and now I want my payback."

"You're serious, aren't you?"

Troy nodded. "Is it too early?"

"One way to find out," Molly said, picking up her cell and sending a text. A moment later, it chirped with a reply. "She said she'll call me in a minute."

Troy wondered if it was possible to know Molly without knowing Karen Parker, too. So many of Molly's stories started with the phrase, "This one time, with Karen...." Where Molly had the cute, girl next door look about her, Karen was dark and exotic looking. Dark olive skin, a cute button nose, and long, wavy dark hair gave Karen a unique look. Troy often wondered how many men spent so much time staring at her tits that they missed seeing the cute dimples dotting both cheeks. He didn't know why he liked her dimples as much as he did. He guessed because it was so obvious when she was delighted. According to Molly's explanation, they met as inexperienced freshmen and were determined to finish college as worldly women, trying everything twice (because who can tell after just once?) and three times if they liked it.

"He-eey," Molly sang, answering her cell on the first ring. "Guess who watched her boyfriend go gay last night?" Troy stared at how quickly she jumped to the chase. "Troy and Alex... Right, I know! No, Troy did the sucking, all the sucking. Alex is a fucking wimp... No, I know! We gave him a chance. Troy waved his dick in his face." Molly giggled. "You should have seen how Alex panicked."

Picking up coffee cups, Troy made more coffee. Standing in the living room while the pod machine squirted out coffee, he listened to Molly's version of last night. He noticed the way she caressed her naked body as she talked, retelling the story and thrilling as she did it. It was interesting hearing her take on things, including how she took advantage of Alex. "Well, when he called me, it was the same old thing. I told him I couldn't be with a man who didn't go both ways and you know how he is. He wanted to negotiate. So, I told him he needed to let my boyfriend suck him off." She listened for a moment, laughed, and picked up the thread. "No, I said it just like that. I told him Troy was my boyfriend and was all man, because, you know he is." Troy missed a piece when he ducked into the kitchen to swap cups. "...probably felt like a wimp meeting a real man." He carried the first cup to Molly. "That's what made it so sexy when Troy did it." She listened. "Fuck yeah, he did it! He sucked that limp wristed Alex as if he was a crack-ho hoping to make a score. And it was soooo hot seeing him to do it. I mean, my man, my manly man, on his knees with that big dick in his mouth...." Troy grabbed his cup of coffee, catching the tail end of the story, "I made him eat his cum, too. Fuck that was so hot!"

Troy leaned against the opening to his kitchen, wondering if he should go back to the couch or give Molly her space. Deciding it was more interesting to listen, he stayed put when she started to explain her thrill. "I don't know why it gets to me like that," Molly told her friend. "It's hotter that I know he's straight. Makes it sort of wrong to see him with a big dick in his mouth. And he swallowed, both times! That was so damn hot! Remember when we did that thing, with those guys?" She sipped her coffee. "I kept hoping one of them one do it... I know! That's so stupid, isn't it? Why is it okay for us to kiss after they go down on us, but it's not okay for them to kiss us after we go down on them? I hate guys like that. Remember Tim? He used to make me brush my teeth after I sucked his dick.... I know, that's just what I did, too, I stopped sucking him...." Troy didn't know who Tim was, but didn't think it mattered. He knew he wasn't dating a saint, regardless of innocent she looked. "I don't know, Karen. I just know I need a guy who's not afraid of his sexuality." 

Molly turned, looking for Troy and saw him leaning near the kitchen. She waved him close, caressing him as he moved past her to sit next in front of his laptop again. "He said he liked it. He did it twice... Right, I know, that was our rule, too!" Molly laughed before answering the question Troy couldn't hear. "I think he would. I'd have to ask," she slipped her hand between his legs again, never dropping the thread of her conversation. "...if he could suck dick again for me, would he?" Troy nodded. "I bet he would." Another pause was followed by another flutter of laughter from Molly. "I don't know, maybe. Depends. What if he has a condition? What if he says he would only do it if he can fuck you, too?" Molly's smile stretched wide as she pointed at her phone, nodding her head. "Would he do it?" After a longer pause, Molly asked, "I guess that just leaves when, what are you two doing this afternoon?" 

After they made plans, Molly hung up her phone. "Good news and bad news," she told him, rubbing his still hard cock. "Karen says she'll fuck you, but first, she wants to see you suck her boyfriend."

"And I don't get a say in this?"

Molly blinked. "Shit, I'm sorry. I can call her back."

Troy put his hand on hers, stopping her. "I didn't say I wouldn't do it, I was just asking if I have a say." He gave her a big, reassuring smile. "When and where?"

"Here?" she said, looking worried.

"Damn, you really are a pushy bitch, aren't you?" Troy said. He laughed, grabbed her and pulled her on top of his lap.

"You still like me, don't you?" she asked, angling until his hard prick slipped inside her pussy.

"I love liking you," he told her and kissed her deeply. "You know I'm going to fuck the shit out of Karen, right? And I want to do it right in front of you."

"What if I get jealous?" she asked, rocking against him.

"Won't happen. You'll be too busy watching and fucking yourself with Kong."

"No way!" she protested, but he felt the way her pussy gave his prick an excited clench.

"Careful or I'll decide you should be playing with it when they show up." Her pussy gave his prick another excited squeeze.

"Yeah? Well maybe I'll call Alex and ask if he wants to come by for a repeat performance," she suggested and he felt her pussy clench around him again. He went with it, enjoying the game and how excited it was making her.

"Is that what you want?" Troy asked. "Do you want to see me sucking two big dicks for you?"

"Oh fuck," she moaned, moving her hands to his shoulders for leverage. She bounced up and down on his lap. "Stop it. You're going to make me come."

"I'd do it," he said, clutching at her chest again. "I'll suck all that cock for you. All of it, baby. And then I'll fuck you so hard you'll walk funny for days."

"Oh yes!" she cried out. "Yes! Yes! YEE-EES!" Without his earlier orgasm, Troy doubted he would have maintained his control, but he did. When her orgasm passed, he pulled her away. "But you didn't get off," she said, caressing the hard, throbbing fuckstick between them.

"I'm saving myself for Karen," he said.

"Careful or I really will call Alex."

"Do it," he said, surprising himself, too.

It was two o'clock before Karen showed up with her latest boy-toy, Nelson Douglas. Like Troy, Nelson was an ex-jock, former military, and quick to joke around. Once inside the apartment, Nelson spied the big sex toy sitting upright on Troy's coffee table where Troy insisted Molly leave it. "Now is that yours or hers?" Nelson asked, grinning and handing over the twelve pack of beer he carried.

"All hers," Troy assured him. "It's called Kong."

"Good name," Nelson said, eyeing Molly. He cut right to the chase. "Karen said if your boyfriend can't get me off, you would."

"Deal," Molly said, kissing both of them on the cheek.

Beers were passed around as they settled around the big coffee table on the even bigger sectional sofa. Molly and Karen sat next to each other, leaving Troy and Nelson to do the same. Nelson stayed as open and candid as when he walked in. "So dude, you're really willing to blow me just for a chance to fuck Karen?"

Troy shook his head. "No, I'm willing to blow you because it gets my girlfriend off. Fucking Karen is just a perk."

"So, if I blow you, can I have a turn at Molly?"

Laughing, Troy shrugged. "Dude, I don't need a blow job from you. Everything else is up to Molly and Karen, not me. If you want to fuck her, ask her, not me."

Nelson studied Troy for a long moment. "For real? I mean, I'm not saying that's going to happen, but if it did, you wouldn't care?"

"You're going to let me fuck your girl."

"Aw, you've known Karen longer than me. Do you think I really have a choice in the matter."

Troy laughed. Meeting Karen was a rite of passage for dating Molly and it felt like it worked in reverse, too. He remembered the double date six months ago and the way Molly peppered Nelson with questions through-out dinner. A year earlier, the same thing had happened to Troy, with Karen asking the questions. "Is it going bother you if I tap her?"

Nelson shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe? I've never shared like this before."

"Well, let's see how it plays out," Troy said, tapping his beer can against Nelson's. He was attracted to Karen, but didn't want to cause drama. 

The knock at the door was Alex. As he walked in, Karen gave him a two dimple smile. "Hey, I remember you!" Sliding down the sectional sofa, she made room for him between her and Molly. After handing him a beer, Troy returned to the far end of the big sofa, closer to Nelson. Sipping his beer, he watched and listened as Nelson was introduced and acquaintances were made. Karen led the conversation in the right direction, running a hand up Alex's leg until she cupped his crotch. "Finally I'll get to see if this looks as good as Molly said it did." 

Seeing Nelson squirm uneasily, Troy leaned closer to him. "Hey, I'm the one doing the sucking, not her."

"Better you than me," Nelson said, looking relieved. He tapped his can against Troy's as a thank you.

"Be honest, who gives the better blow job, Troy or Molly?" Karen asked the only man qualified to answer the question.

"Molly," Alex reported.

"Aw, you're just sucking up," Nelson told him.

"No, it was me doing the sucking," Troy said, keeping the mood light.

"Speaking of which, when does the show begin?" Karen wanted to know.

Troy shrugged. "I guess once everyone is naked."

"Why don't you put on one of those movies," Molly suggested, passing Troy the remote. As he changed the channel, she traded places with Alex, putting him next to Nelson while Karen moved to sit between Nelson and Troy. Molly's hand moved where Karen's had been, between Alex's legs, rubbing and squeezing a bulge that began to grow. Alex reached across, caressing her chest, but when he moved to kiss her, she pulled away, looking at Troy. "Okay?" she asked. Troy nodded, remembering what she had said about how bad of a kisser Alex was. 

"What about you, baby?" Karen asked her boyfriend, rubbing the front of his pants, too. "Is it okay if Troy has a little fun with me, too?"

"All things considered," he said, looking past Karen at Troy. "Go for it, man."

Troy rubbed the front of his pants, sure that he was first to be completely hard. Seeing Alex caressing and kissing his girlfriend didn't do much for him, but seeing her groping him did. He watched her small hand rubbing and caressing the front of Alex's designer jeans. Knowing what was behind that denim barrier made it more exciting for him. Karen had a good reason to be curious about seeing Alex's dick, especially if she preferred them long and thick. 

Nelson caught Troy's eye, nodding at Karen. "Dude, want to help me here?" Reaching across, Troy caressed one of Karen's full, large breasts. How many times had fantasized about doing this? It was an easy question to answer, since the first time he saw her. Karen's small waist and tiny ass left a man's eyes to notice her oversized chest. While Troy preferred a woman who was a bit lighter on top, he was still a man and still felt a man's attraction to large breasts, even if it was for the novelty of them. He was surprised to find her tits full and firm instead of soft and doughy as with other large breasted women he had known. When Nelson popped the center clasp of her bra, the fabric fell away, allowing Troy to touch her bare breasts. He felt his cock straining against his pants.

"She has great tits, doesn't she?" Molly asked Troy, reaching across Alex and Nelson to grab one, too. 

"Mm, baby, is this starting to get to you?" Karen asked her boyfriend. She began working the front of his pants, snaking her hand inside. "Ooo, it is. Can we show Troy what he's going to suck?" Nelson kissed and groped Karen while she tugged at his clothes. It wasn't long before he was the first person naked in the room. "Doesn't this look yummy?" Karen asked Troy, stroking Nelson's hard cock. Troy watched her hand working up and down the man's shaft. Nelson's length and girth rivaled his own, both pleasing and disappointing Troy who half wanted Nelson to be bigger than Alex just on principle. He noticed a slight left hand curve to Nelson's big prick.




Loving to Like Ch. 02



Next to Nelson, Molly was working on exposing Alex while he did the same thing to her. It was clumsy and a bit funny to watch them working so fervently to undress the other while Alex insisted on keeping his lips on Molly's lips. Karen ignored the wrestling match, allowing Nelson to finish undressing her while she pulled at Troy's clothes. He did most of his undressing for her, but the end result was the same, the five of them were naked and excited.

"Mm, that looks too," Karen said, stroking Troy's cock. She glance at Nelson. "Maybe you want to..."

Nelson shook his head. "Isn't it enough that I'm willing to let him do you?"

"Do it, baby," Molly said from across the couch. "Show Karen how good you suck cock."

Troy felt the weight of four pairs of eyes on him. He was as hard as either of the guys, but why? Alex had Molly caressing and teasing him. Nelson had Karen doing the same. But Troy? Karen had admired his hard cock, but why was he hard? He could lie to himself, telling himself he was hard because seeing Molly and Karen naked got to him, but he knew that wasn't what made his cock ache and strain. Closer to the truth were Molly's words, he thrilled hearing her tell him to suck cock. Her words made his cock pulse and throb. He glanced at Karen, still stroking his cock, did she catch the way he throbbed? Could she guess what he was about to do excited him?

Slipping past Karen's smooth, tanned legs, he knelt in front of Nelson. He glanced at the line-up on the couch. Karen stroked her boyfriend. Molly did the same to her ex-boyfriend. Both women looked eager, hungry with lust. Pushing Nelson's knees farther apart, he slid his hands up the other man's hairy thighs, watching Karen's hand easing up and down his curved shaft. "He loves blowjobs. Do it fast and sloppy," she told him. She looked up at her boyfriend. "And don't you dare hold back, you fuck. I know how fast you can cum when need to."

"For you," Nelson qualified. Troy took that as challenge, though he hesitated for a moment a longer before adding his hand to Nelson's shaft. Together, he stroked his cock with Karen. Seeing her dark, olive toned hand next to his was thrilling. He rubbed Nelson's furry balls. Nelson had big, full feeling balls. "Okay, that feels pretty good," Nelson told his girlfriend, leaning in and kissing her. Troy looked past Alex to Molly, seeing Alex was watching him, and seeing Molly's hand moving up and down Alex's long, hard fuckstick. Molly licked her lips. She was fingering herself. She nodded for him to do it.

Troy moved his hand from Nelson's prick to Karen's darkly tanned, smooth thigh. Nelson was fingering her pussy, but touching a woman made Troy feel less gay. Opening his mouth, he started sucking cock, doubling the number of cocks that had passed his lips. 

He didn't look around to see what the reaction was for the other people in the room. He heard Molly sigh and Karen gasp, that was enough. Instead, he focused on what he was doing. Nelson's cock felt different than Alex's. Nelson wasn't as fat. He smelled different, though it was a still a clean smell, it wasn't as perfumed as Alex. The left hand curve to Nelson's prick made it easier for Troy to look towards Molly as he sucked, though he didn't. Not at first. At first, he closed his eyes and sucked. His lips and tongues exploring the textures and shapes of Nelson inside his mouth. 

"Fuck, he's good," Nelson said. He sounded surprised. 

Karen's hand caressed Troy's cheek as she leaned in for a better look. Opening his eyes, Troy looked up at her, could she see the smile in his eyes? "You look good doing that," she told him. She watched a bit longer before turning her head to kiss Nelson. Between kisses, she admonished him a second time. "Don't hold back. I want to feel you cum in his mouth."

Troy bounced his lips off Karen's stroking hand. He felt her pulling on her man's prick. He felt the skin of Nelson's cock moving beneath his lips and tongue. "He loves to swallow," Molly said and Karen jerked Nelson harder and faster. 

"Do it," Karen purred. Troy didn't know if she was talking to him or Nelson. It didn't matter. Troy was 'doing it' and from the way Nelson's prick was swelling, Nelson would soon be doing it, too.

"Oh yeah," Nelson groaned and Troy felt his cock swelling stiffer, fuller. He felt Nelson's balls growing tighter, pulling closer to his body as he moved closer to his orgasm. 

"Do it, Troy. Eat that cum," Molly coached, her voice low and sultry. "Eat it, fag-boy." It wasn't possible for Troy to double his efforts, Nelson was enjoying the best Troy had to offer, but feeling his personal thrill double was possible. Troy felt his cock throbbing and swelling with Nelson's. Troy wouldn't come without help; self-help or otherwise, but the thrill was just as intense. He looked at Molly, looking past her hand bouncing up and down Alex's long shaft. He saw the passion in her eyes. "Hurry," she told him. "I've got another load waiting for you."

Troy moaned around Nelson's cock. Short of jerking off, moaning was the only tool he had to ease the aching need of his prick. He gave that heat to Nelson, sucking harder, faster, and remembering Karen's suggestion, drooling on Nelson. It was enough. Nelson groaned, "Oh yeah!" and his semen splashed against the roof of Troy's mouth. 

"Do it, baby," Karen said, pumping hard and fast on his cock. "Fill his mouth with your cum."

Troy knew Nelson didn't need the encouragement, but it added to the moment. Nelson's orgasm was full, thick, and coated Troy's tongue. He felt his heart racing and his cock throbbing to keep up the pace. Troy knew he wanted this, he wanted every drop of cum Nelson had to offer and he didn't stop until he felt Nelson shiver and tap out. "Enough," Nelson said, his voice a weak sigh as his spent body relaxed.

"Fuck, that was hot," Karen said, again caressing Troy's cheek. "Did he taste good?" Troy nodded, embarrassed to admit he liked it and embarrassed to acknowledge he wanted more.

"Look how hard he is," Molly said. She didn't mean Alex, though he was hard and needy looking. She meant Troy. Holding her hand out to him, she pulled him towards her and Alex, joining him on the floor. As he moved between Alex's legs, Karen slipped between Alex and Nelson. The women perched themselves on the couch, leaning over Alex to watch. "Suck him," Molly told him.

Karen was stroking Alex's cock. "So big," she purred. "Wish she would feed me cock like this."

Alex looked pleased at the attention. His big dick was swollen and throbbing. Its head a dark, angry purple-red with his need. "Enjoy," he told Troy with a smirk on his face.

Troy felt a sting of humiliation. What he was about to do was wrong. It was gay. The line between him and Brian was gone. So why was his cock so hard? Why did feel so good to have these two women pressed close, watching with eager, lust-filled eyes? Why did he want to do it? He knew he wasn't gay. He was a man's man. He watched sports on TV and could quote archaic stats with the best of them. He could out run, out drink, and out fuck Alex and his big dick. But he was the one on his knees. He was the one opening his mouth. He was the one who wanted to feel a second splash of semen in his mouth.

The moment his mouth touched Alex, Molly teased him. "You are such a fag for me," she said. And he knew she was right. For her, he was willing to be a fag. He looked at her, seeing the joyful sparkle in her eyes. "Suck it," she told him, pressing on the back of his head. "Suck that big cock you fucking fag."

"He's so hard," Karen said, still pulling on Alex. To reach her hand, Troy needed to take Alex much deeper in his mouth than had to do with Nelson, but he did it. He made sure he did it. If she moved her hand, he could have gone deeper, too. He didn't think he could deep throat Alex's big dick, but he wanted to try. He pulled Karen's hand away. "Oh wow," she said when she saw why. 

"Take it, fag. Take it all," Molly cheered. "Suck that dick for me. Suck it!"

Troy put Karen's hand back on the bottom part of Alex's shaft. He didn't mind. Her hand gave him a good spot for bouncing his lips. He felt the size difference between Alex and Nelson. And his tongue recognized the familiar terrain of Alex's prick. Pressing his tongue against the sensitive underside, he worked the man with determination.

Unable or unwilling to hold back, it didn't matter to Troy which is was, Alex moaned, his cock throbbed, and his first spray of semen shot inside Troy's mouth. As he had last night, as he had with Nelson, Troy did all he could to coax and milk the man's orgasm for every drop he had to offer. He felt Alex's seed coating his tongue, reveling in it like a cocksucking slut, never wasting a drop of it as the women did in porn movies when the men came on their faces instead of inside their mouths.

Troy pulled away, filling triumphant. Gay or not, he didn't care. 

"Fuck me," Karen begged, moving to the couch between the two other men. "Fuck me now." She held her arms out to Troy, who gave Molly a quick glance. Molly nodded. He was too excited to last, but he didn't care and from the horny, desperate look in Karen's eyes, she didn't care either. He moved in front of her, having to lean over her to get his swollen cock angled low enough to slip inside her pussy. Her pussy was warm, wet, and tight. As he slide inside of her, she grabbed his face, pulling his mouth to hers and she kissed him as wetly as her pussy felt. 

There was stroking to Troy's fucking, but he didn't know how much nor cared. He was too excited to care. His cock felt on a hair trigger. He felt Karen's pussy clenching around his prick, welcoming the intrusion. He had time to grab her tits, both of them. With eager hands, he kneaded her twin globes that attracted so much attention. That was all he had. He came, erupting inside of her with a need fueled by name calling and cocksucking. Panting, he rested on top of her for a moment before pulling away to give her more space to breath. "Thanks," he mumbled to her. He glanced at Nelson, "Okay?"

Nelson nodded, saluting him with a beer. "You earned that, dude. She feels good, don't she?"

Spent, Troy nodded and rocked back on his heels, knowing that if he had missed and fucked the cushions of the couch instead of Nelson's girlfriend, it would have been enough for him. Pussy was better, but he wasn't fooling himself. What Karen said next, though, surprised him and sent a charge through the room.

"Now eat me," she said. 

Troy gave her a startled looked. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. It's called a cream pie. You like cum so much? Eat it."

He looked between her legs, seeing her gaped pussy still open from his fucking, and he saw her working her muscles. He saw a rivulet of his semen leaking from her pink opening. There was another contraction and more began to ooze. "Do it," Molly told him, still kneeling on the floor. "You fucked her, you clean her."

On auto-pilot, Troy leaned forward, not believing he was doing it until he pressed his lips against Karen's pussy. He tasted her, but he tasted himself, too. He tasted the mix of their temporary lovemaking and it tasted good. He knew how to eat pussy. Alex might have earned a reputation with his Molly, but Troy still felt confident about his skills. 

"Eat it all," Karen told him, creating another push with her pussy. Troy tasted the result on his tongue. His orgasm had been big, fueled by heat and passion. He snaked a finger beneath his chin, pushing it inside of her and feeling her contracting again. Adding a second finger, he poked her a felt the mixture of their lovemaking sliding down his fingers like warm syrup. He shoved his two fingers into her mouth. What was good for him was good for her, too. Karen agreed, holding his wrist as she sucked his two fingers as if they were a skinny prick being offered. 

"You are such a fag," Alex told him.

Troy wasn't sure why it bothered him to hear Alex say that. Maybe it was because Alex was Molly's ex. Maybe because Alex had nothing to do with why Troy was doing it. Maybe because Alex was a man and it felt different coming from him. He didn't know, but he had the means to prove otherwise. He adjusted how he was licking Karen, focusing as much on the stiff bud of her clitoris as he did chasing down the semen leaking from her pussy. He swirled his tongue around Karen's clit, caressing it up and down and side to side. He paid attention to how she reacted, hearing her moan when he flickered his tongue up and down quickly. That's what he gave her. His tongue became an insistent buzz over her clit, caressing and flicking over it as he felt her tense, tense tighter, and finally felt her thrash as her orgasm crashed around her, rocking her body with waves of orgasmic contractions. 

"Oh fuck," Karen moaned, staring down at him with a look of awe. "That was incredible."

"Not bad for a fag?" Troy asked, looking at Alex.

Karen missed Troy's jab at Alex. She was too busy cuddling up to her man. "Damn, baby, we need to get ourselves one of him," she told Nelson, kissing him and grabbing at his cock.

Troy moved out of the way, sitting on his coffee table. Molly leaned on his thigh, her hand moving between his legs to caress his cock. "You can suck that," he told her. She flashed him a happy grin before moving to do it. She had to kneel between Alex's legs to do it. Her mouth felt warm and wet around on his cock and he felt him need rising again. Troy smirked at Alex. "In a moment, I'm going to fuck Molly, too. Pretty gay, isn't it?" He pressed on the back of Molly's head, urging her to sucking him deeper. "Get hard and I'll suck you while I do it. We'll see who comes first, you, her, or me."

Alex scowled and wordlessly picked up his clothes. He dressed, tossed back the rest of his beer, and let himself out. 

"I need this," Molly said, pulling her mouth away from Troy's renewed hard-on.

"And I need you," Troy said. She turned around, leaning across the cushions of the couch and offering him her pussy. Back on his knees, Troy slipped inside of her. Molly felt as delicious as always and they both watched Karen riding Nelson as they fucked. The thrill of fucking in together worked for all four of them and before long, there were orgasms all around.

Spent and breathless, the four of them lounged in Troy's living room. Karen asked what had happened to Alex. "Got too gay for him," Molly said and gave Troy a kiss on the cheek. Karen gave her a puzzled look, but didn't question her.

"His loss," was all Karen said. 

They finished their beers between bathroom breaks. With tickets to a sold-out concert that night, Karen and Nelson needed to leave soon. "So, I think today set a new record for best day ever," Nelson reported, pulling on his clothes. Molly and Troy stayed naked.

"You were sexy as hell," Molly told him. "Thanks for playing along."

"Dude, you're more of a man than me. I don't think I would have done the shit you did today," he told Troy.

"Until I met this one, I never thought I'd do it either," Troy admitted. He pulled Molly close and kissed her. "Thanks for letting me have a turn with Karen."

Nelson scratched the back of his head. "You know, that was pretty hot, too. Wasn't sure how I would feel about it, but, I don't know. It was okay, you know?"

Troy nodded, remembering how excited he it made him to see Molly stroking Alex's cock. "Life is full of surprises." 

He shook Nelson's hand and accepted a kiss from Karen before Molly gave them both a kiss good-bye. Once the door was shut, Molly smothered Troy with kisses. "You are the sexiest man alive," she said, grabbing at his crotch. "Feel," she insisted, pulling his hand to her pussy. He slipped a finger between her lips, feeling her wet and hot. 

"Damn, baby."

"I know, right?"

With three orgasms behind him for the day, Troy wasn't sure how much more he head to offer her. His record remained six orgasms in a single day. Feeling her heat, he was ready to see if they would meet or exceed that number with another one.

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Loving to Like Ch. 03



Welcome to Chapter III of our story where Molly and Troy begin working out the details of their relationship and end with Troy holding back a single, very important secret. Along the way, Troy learns to savor the flavor of cum, especially when it's been mixed inside of Molly. Enjoy!




Troy and Molly used his bed for their lovemaking. Their lust and passion for the simple act of fucking felt novel and special. After Troy came, he went down on her. She didn't ask him to do it. Nor was it something he had done to her before; he just did it, delighting in the mixture of him and her. After another of Molly's orgasms, he slid beside her, basking in the afterglow.

Molly rested he hand on his spent cock. It felt good there, not in a sexual way, but in an intimate way. He caressed her chest for the same reason. "I lied to you," she said

"Oh?" he asked, unconcerned that her lie could be terrible.

"Alex never was the best at going down on me," she said. "I just said that... I don't know why. I just did." Troy considered her confession for a moment. He remembered his spiteful reply. He told her Brian was the best blow job he ever had. Molly remembered, too. It was her next question. "Was he the best?"

"I don't know," Troy allowed. "It felt good, but I was drunk and lonely." He thought about it a bit deeper. "I think some of the thrill was knowing what we were doing was wrong. We could have gotten kicked out of the military for doing it." They were quiet for a moment, just breathing next to each other. 

"Today was good. You were so sexy."

"It was trippy," he admitted, actively avoiding thinking about it in greater detail. But Molly wouldn't let it go. 

"Did you have fun?"

"Yeah," he said, unsure what that meant. Was it wrong to admit he had fun sucking cock? Wrong to say he liked being watched while he did it? Or how much he enjoyed the taste of cum on his tongue? He owed her more of an answer, but didn't know how to give it. "I liked it," he said.

"Liked what?" she asked, turning to face him. She bent her arm and propped herself up on her hand.

"All of it."

"Sucking cock? Did you like doing that?"

His cock betrayed him with a sympathetic contraction he knew she had felt. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her smile.

"Say it. Tell me you like sucking cock."

"Fuck you."

"You already did, but I'm game for you to do it again."

"Get me hard and I will."

"Tell me you like sucking cock."

"No."

"Then tell me why you won't say it."

"Because I don't want to be gay."

Molly burst out laughing. Catching herself, she tried to draw it in but had a difficult time doing it. "Fuck! I love this man!" she yelled out.

The way she said it worried Troy. Love was a word that had slipped into their lexicon around the six month point. It was said in passion or in the moments immediately following an especially good orgasm. After he said it the first time, Troy had qualified it. Instead of saying "I love you," he had substituted "I love liking you." Later, Molly borrowed the phrase from him, repeating it to him. Assumed they were straight on what the word meant, it was okay for it to slip out now and then. But hearing her shout it out felt different. This was a moment of passion, it was a quiet conversation. She sounded as if she meant it.

"I liked being watched," he blurted out, swimming in unexplored waters in an effort to pull away from the L word.

"Wow, really?"

He nodded, adding, "And I liked watching you stroke Alex while I was, um, doing stuff."

"You mean, while you were sucking cock, right?"

"Yeah, but it was cool seeing you touch him, making him for me."

"For you to suck."

"For me to suck for you," he qualified.

"And for Karen. She was so excited."

"Did it bother you when I fucked her?" he asked, looking at her, studying her face to make sure her words matched her expression.

"No," she said, looking as if she meant it. "I don't know why. Maybe because I've seen Karen fuck before."

"So you trust her."

"I trust you more," she said, giving his cock and balls a gentle, intimate squeeze. "Did it bother you when Alex kissed me?"

"No," Troy admitted, thinking it through. "I guess I knew it didn't mean anything to you."

"Wasn't doing anything for me, either. He's just not a good kisser."

"So you've said," he reminded her. They never did a full history. They accepted they both had a past, but bits and pieces had slipped out along the way. 

"I'm sorry I lied to you about him." Her voice was small and quiet.

"It's okay," he said, sealing his words with a kiss on her shoulder.

"I don't want there to be anymore secrets between us."

"Okay," Troy said, laying back to stare again at his ceiling. He wondered if he had any secrets left to tell her. He couldn't think of any.

"I love you," she said in the same small and quiet voice as her apology.

"I like sucking cock," he announced, saying the words he wouldn't say earlier to avoid addressing what she said. Hoping it wouldn't show, he added, "And I like when they cum in my mouth. I like how it feels... and tastes." 

Molly giggled. "Now tell me you're a fag."

"I am for you."

"Mm, good answer," she said, rolling on her side and propping up her head. "Say it."

"I'm a cocksucking cumslut for you." As she kissed him, he felt his cock stir beneath her hand as he felt the weight of truth in his words. He had admitted to her things he had yet to admit to himself. It didn't change the validity of his words. 

"No more secrets, okay?" she asked, staring in his eyes this time.

"I don't think I have any left," he said, but he caught the way her eyes flickered away from his. "Okay, what's yours?"

"I don't know if it's a real secret," she said before her eyes slipped away from his again. She licked her lips. "I want today to happen again. Maybe not with Karen, Nelson, and Alex, but it really got to me. I really like seeing you sucking dick. Is that wrong?" At least her gaze ended on his eyes again. He saw the worried look on her face.

He shrugged, substituting his own question for hers. "Why?"

"I don't know. Because I love dick and I think everyone should?" she said before shaking her head. "No. Well, maybe yes, but I think there's more. I mean, I know you're straight. You're like a manly man, a real man." Troy didn't know what that meant, but he wasn't going to interrupt her as she worked it out. "And that makes it sexier to see you with a fat cock between your lips. Like you said with Brian, maybe because it's wrong, I don't know. I just love it. Feel how wet it makes me."

His hand slipped from its place on her tits, across her flat stomach and between her legs. She was warm and wet, like before, but why wouldn't she be? Instead of questioning how she felt, he slipped a finger inside her slit. "I want to suck dick for you again."

"Stop it," she said, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Go get Kong," he told her.

Molly scrambled out of bed, returning a moment later with the big sex toy and handing it to him. "Tell me what you want again," he said, already playing the tip of the fake, latex cock against her pussy.

"I want to see you suck dick again?" she offered.

"Mm, and I want to do it, too," he told her. He worked the toy inside of her. "I want to be your cumslut. I want to see you stroking some man, making him hard for me, and then I'm going to pull his big cock inside my mouth and suck him until he comes."

"Oh fuck," she moaned, gyrating against the toy. 

He rolled a hard nipple between his fingers, enjoying her reaction. "I want to suck all the cock for you. And I want you to make them ready for me. I want to see you stroke, suck, or fuck them. Make them hard for me, baby. Make them hard for me to suck."

Her hand grabbed his cock, squeezing and pulling on it. "You're hard right now."

"For you," he told her, working Kong deeper. "Because I want to be your cumslut. I want to eat cum from your pussy instead of Karen's. I want everyone to see me sucking cock for you. Karen, your girlfriends, I don't care who."

"Oh fuck," she moaned again.

"I want men to cum on you, coating you in cum, and I'll lick you clean. I don't care where they cum on you." He illustrated his words by licking her tit, his tongue flat against her flesh as if he was giving her cat bath. "Jerk them off for me, baby. Make them cum on you. Suck them." He accentuated every phrase with another lick on her body, between her tits, her neck, and her stomach. "And I promise I will be so fucking hard while I do it. Just like now. Hard and needy. Needy for you. Needy for cock. Needy to show-off for you."

Molly's body went stiff before she quivered and shook with her orgasm. She thrashed next to him, jerking with orgasmic contractions that racked her body until she waved away the toy he used inside of her. "Oh fuck," she moaned, panting out the words as she sucked in deep breaths. "Fucking marry me already."

Troy laughed, surprised by her words. He kissed her to take the edge of his sudden burst of laughter. "Your boyfriend's a fag."

"Your girlfriend is a slut."

"Then we're perfect for each other," he said and kissed her again before laying next to her, watching her breathing ebb back to normal.

"That was intense," she purred, rubbing his hard cock. "Which part of it did you mean?"

"All of it."

"Careful or I'll believe you," she said, scissoring her legs over him. Positioned on top of him, she put her hands on his chest and smirked at him. Clenching her pussy muscles, she gripped his cock as she rocked. It was a sensation unique to her and he loved feeling it. 

"What if you should?"

"You're not the only one who can talk dirty."

"Prove it."

Leaning over, she kissed him. Her hair was matted with sweat to the sides of her face. A soft sheen covered her body and she looked beautiful to him. "I know lots of men," she teased. "What if I came home with a pussy full of cum, would you like that, cumslut?" Troy's cock throbbed inside of her, giving her the answer she needed. She smile again. "Oh, you would like that, wouldn't you? Do you want to know he's fucking me? Would that get you off?" Another throb as Troy didn't bother with more of answer. "Maybe I should let you watch me fuck him, would that be good, too?"

"Fuck you," he muttered.

"I am," she smiled. "And you feel good. You feel best. Can I fuck other guys?"

Troy refused to answer, but was betrayed by his cock.

"What if I promise I'll only fuck them for you?"

"Better," he said, feeling himself sinking deeper into quicksand he never saw. What was wrong with him? Is this really want he wanted?

"I could invite you over to suck cock for my girlfriends," she said, wiggling on his cock. "I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Stop it," he moaned, confused as he felt his excitement growing past the thrill he should feel after four previous orgasms. What was she doing to him? How was she doing it? He felt his control slipping farther away.

Molly didn't stop. "You want to suck cock for me, don't you? You want to be my cumslut, don't you? Answer me, fag, tell me you want to suck cock for me."

"I do," he moaned, unable to say more.

Molly changed her tempo on his prick. It started with her resting her ass on his thighs, holding him as deeply inside of her as he had to offer. Clenching her muscles, she slowly pulled upwards, pulling his cock with her until his prick could move no more. His prick slipped backwards against her slippery resistance. She relaxed her muscles and clenched them again, still pulling away from him. She repeated her little trick several times until he slipped out of her. Without reaching between her legs, she regained her pussy's purchase on his cockhead, slipping down until the head of it was nestled inside before she clenched down on him again. She reversed the process; relaxing, clenching, relaxing, clenching. It felt like a handjob inside a warm, wet velvet glove.

"I only do that for you," she said. "Do you believe me?"

"No," he said, unconvinced that she would have learned that trick since dating him.

"Good," she said, surprising him. "You're the only man I've fucked since we started dating. Do you believe me?"

"Yes," he said, finding that easier to believe.

She relaxed her pussy muscles, resting on top of him to ask, "Do you want me to fuck other men?"

"Yes," he said as his cock throbbed its agreement.

She waited until his throbbing stopped before surprising him again. "I don't want to fuck other men," she said. "But I'll do it for you. And I'll like it." She moved up and down his throbbing cock, working her muscles without worrying about being in synch with her motions. "Come for me," she told him. "Come in my pussy and I'll sit on your face. Come for me, you fucking cumslut!"

Troy did, faster than he would have thought was possible. It didn't take any more words from her. She had said enough, though he chased her words in his mind. Coming inside of her felt like a commitment and he gave her orgasm with joy. "Feed me," he moaned after he last spasm and Molly quick straddled his face. His cum leaked into his mouth as he ate her and she came again, too.

As they cuddled after their lovemaking, Troy realized he had a new secret he was keeping from her. He kept it to himself. She would need to know, but not yet. Not now. Not today.

They showered together and stayed naked as they made dinner together. Troy considered himself a good cook and bucked the stereotype of a bachelor with an empty refrigerator. Molly volunteered to do the dishes while Troy did double duty at his couch checking the status of the afternoon football games on the TV and his laptop. Molly brought coffee and sat next to him. "All the right teams winning?" she asked.

"Mostly," he said, happy that she could indulge him when it came to sports. "I have tickets to that game tomorrow," he reminded her. "Is that okay?"

"Oh yeah. Have fun. I have a day planned of cleaning litter boxes and doing laundry."

Satisfied that he was in the loop, he left his laptop open, but changed the channel on the TV to a romantic comedy he knew she liked. They had watched it before, but he didn't mind. Sitting naked on the couch with her pressed up against him was seductive. He nearly revealed his secret to her, but held back. Not yet. Too soon. Life was good enough as was he wanted to bask in the moment. "This is nice," she said doing a slower moment in the movie.

"Yeah, it is," he agreed.



They talked on Sunday, but didn't catch up with each other until Monday after work. They met for Happy Hour drinks at a bar near Molly's apartment that had a nice Happy Hour buffet. Molly worked as a physical therapist and was still her scrubs with her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Troy was a desk jockey for a multinational company and spent his days in a cubicle on the phone or in front of the computer. Sitting side-by-side in a booth, they talked about Sunday's game and work. Troy was first to bring up anything else. "You left Kong at my apartment."

"Yeah, maybe that's a good place to keep him?"

"How so?"

"Maybe we'll play with him again."

Troy grinned. After Saturday's fireworks, he had skipped jerking off on Sunday. When the game ran late, he was late waking up this morning, too late to do anything for himself. Seeing Molly wasn't making his temporary celibacy easier. "How serious were we about all the things we said on Saturday?"

Molly smiled. "I don't regret anything I said, do you?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "But we're not in bed right now. Does that make it feel different?"

"Depends. How does it feel for me to know you're a cocksucking cumslut?"

"Horny," he admitted. "What about you?"

"Wet," she said, her hand slipping between his legs. She grabbed his crotch, encouraging the growth that had already begun.

"We talked about more than what I was willing to do for you."

"I know," she said, sipping her drink. 

"So what do you want to do?"

"Go back to my place and fuck your brains out," she said. That's what they did, but as Troy drove home, he realized he felt disappointed. He was hoping for more.

Tuesday came and went with just a phone call between them. Molly had a seminar class she had to attend for work and Troy had to work late. When he made it home, he knew she would be sitting in class. With nothing better to do, he undressed and rubbed his prick. Parading around naked in his apartment was nothing new for him. He made dinner, caught up on the sports world, and watched an action flick before heading to bed. The day had passed without an orgasm yet. Seeing Kong sitting on his nightstand, he carried the big toy into his living room. Watching porn on his big TV, he jerked off, coming on the toy. As soon as he was spent, he licked and sucked the toy clean. With half a hard-on returning to him, he went to bed, letting Kong watch over him from nightstand.

Wednesday night was another seminar night for Molly. It was Thursday before they could see each other again. Molly called him after work, suggesting drinks at their usual Happy Hour spot. Sitting in their usual booth, Molly seemed distracted. "Everything okay?" Troy asked.

"Yeah, I sort of met someone at the seminar and I'm hoping he shows up soon," she said. Her hand slipped into Troy's thigh. 

"What's the plan?" he asked, reacting as much to her news as her hand.

"Nothing special. He's suppose to meet me here, then we're going to go back to my place where I'll fuck his brains out. When he leaves, I'll call you. I just thought you'd want to see who I was leaving with."

"Tease," Troy said. "What am I supposed to do while I'm waiting for you to call?"

"I don't know. Sit here and drink? Maybe meet someone? There's a lot of cute guys in here tonight."

"You're cruel," he said, though he was smiling.

"Gotta go!" she said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before sliding out of the booth. A tall, thin man had just walked into the bar and he smiled as soon as he saw Molly. She kissed him on the cheek. They chatted for a moment and left before he ever had a chance to order a drink. Troy watched from the booth, seeing them kissing in the parking lot. This kiss was more intimate. He saw Molly grab the man's ass and the man return the gesture before they broke to climb into different cars.

It was a quarter to six. Troy sat in the empty booth with a raging hard-on, completely unsure what to do with himself. Molly's apartment was less than five minutes away. From the way they kissed in the parking lot, whatever small talk was needed between the two of them had already taken place. He sipped his drink, absently rubbed the hard-on inside his pants, and wondered what he should do. Without a better option, he brought up a puzzle game on his cell phone and poked at entering numbers on a grid. 

His Sudoku puzzle went slowly as his mind raced. He kept pausing the puzzle to glance at the clock on his phone. Seeing it was 6:50, he guessed they were already her apartment. Maybe parking at her place and still walking inside. Would he hold her hand? Wrap his arm around her? Would they pause for another kiss in the parking lot before walking up the steps to her second floor apartment? He tried to imagine every detail. Would she walk in front of him, shaking her tight, tiny ass for him? That was the gentleman thing to do, let the lady climb the stairs first. She would have to lead the way, showing him which apartment was hers. Would he grab her ass? Maybe give her a playful, knowing squeeze? He back to the game on his phone, promising himself he would finish the puzzle before looking at his clock again.

"Does she need another?" the waitress asked, her hand hovering near the glass Molly had left behind.

"Nah, she's gone for the night," Troy said, flashing a smile. "I'll take another though."




Loving to Like Ch. 03



"Yeah, okay," the waitress said, giving him a puzzled look. He and Molly visited Happy Hour often enough that the staff recognized them. He used the interruption, checking the time again. It was 6:03. There was no reason to doubt that Molly and her man friend were in her apartment by now. Were they naked yet? Did one of them need a bathroom visit or maybe they paused so she could introduce the cats to him. Or maybe they were in her bedroom already. Was that where they were going to do it? Troy wasn't sure. They used the bedroom most of the time, but not always. The first time they did it together had been at his place. He remembered they started on his couch before moving to the bedroom. Was that how they were doing it? Sitting on her couch, kissing and groping before retiring to the bedroom for the main event.

"Everything okay?" the waitress asked, sitting down a new drink for him. She was cute; strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, and a splattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She eased into the booth across from him. It wasn't the first time she had sat down on the job. Several times she had spent a moment sharing a joke with him and Molly.

"Everything's great," he promised, pulling his drink close. 

"Look, it's none of my business, but I could have sworn I saw her leave with some other guy. Did you two break-up or something?"

"Oh, fuck no," Troy laughed, realizing how strange it probably looked. "Just a friend of hers."

"Damn special friend," the waitress said with a glance out the window. Had she seen them kissing in the parking lot, too? Troy read her name tag, embarrassed that he was too distracted to remember her name off the top of his head. Seeing "Patricia" written on the tag, he remembered she preferred to be called "Trish" or "Tricia."

"Just a game we're playing, Trish," he said, stealing a glance at his phone. 6:06. They had to be doing something by now. Kissing at least.

"I like games," she said, offering a smile. "Hold on to that thought, okay?" She got up to service a couple of her tables. Slow on the uptake, Troy realized Trish was flirting with him. He laughed at himself. What were the odds? He watched her working her tables. She was slim and attractive, doable if he wasn't in a relationship. She kept glancing at him as she worked, smiling when she did. Any doubts he had about her flirting with him vanished when she returned to the booth and sat next to him. "Okay, so tell me more about this game."

"It's sort of out there."

"Must be for her to kiss him like that," she said, giving the window another nod and confirming what he had guessed. She tilted her head to side, looking at him for a second. "Is this a game anyone can play?" She lowered her eyes, giving him another sly smile.

"It's pretty kinky," he warned.

She laughed, it was a sweet sound. "I work in a bar, I can handle kinky."

Sipping his drink, Troy glanced at the time. It was 6:15. If his guess was right, clothes were coming off. Why wait? Molly hadn't played it coy with him, whomever he was. For all he knew, they were fucking already. Would Molly do him more than once or would he be a one-shot wonder? Maybe it was his hard-on or the way Tricia smiled at him, Troy didn't know, but he told her the truth. "Molly took him back to her place to fuck him."

"And?" Tricia asked, flutter her long eyelashes at him. "What about you?"

"I'm going to sit here and wait for her to call to say she's done."

"And?" the pretty strawberry blonde insisted.

Feeling himself blushing, Troy told her the truth. "And then I'm going to show up to play clean-up."

"So you're a cuckold," Tricia said, offering a name to things that Troy hadn't considered. "Do you have a really small dick, too?"

Troy laughed. "No, I don't think so."

"Can I feel?"

"Go for it," he said, deciding it didn't matter. Molly was busy fucking another man, what difference did it make if Tricia copped a feel?

"Oh damn," she purred. "Okay, now I'm wet as hell." She nodded at his cell phone, leaving her hand in his lap. "How much longer before she calls?"

"Don't know."

"How long does it usually take?"

Another laugh. "Don't know. This is sort of our first time."

"But you like the idea."

"Obviously," he said, nodding at her hand.

"Yeah, sorry," she said, pulling her away. "Well, if she can cuckold you, she's damn a fine woman. Does she go both ways?"

"She has."

"Tell her, if she's ever interested, I do, too. I know it's not the same, but... well, you know." She slipped out of the booth, leaving him with another invitation. "We should party some time."

"I'll tell her," Troy promised and sipped his drink, marveling at how interesting his life had become. He looked again at clock, seeing it was closing in on 6:30. How much more time would they need? That was when he phone rang. It was Molly.

"Do you have your key with you?" she asked. Two months ago when she had to go on an overnight trip, she had given him a key so he could check on her cats. When he tried to give it back to her, she told him to keep it. He told her did. "Hurry," she said, hanging up.

Troy left money on beneath his drink. "Have fun!" Trish called as he rushed out of the bar and faced the longest four minute drive he had ever experienced. Along the way, he swore he passed a car that looked as if it belonged to her friend. He smiled, happy that hadn't waited to call him. Her mystery man must have just shut the door when she called.

Letting himself inside her apartment, he followed the trail of her clothes that led to her bedroom. He passed her scrub top, bra, scrub bottoms, and finally her panties before reaching her open door. She laid on her back, her knees bent. Seeing her laying like would have excited him on any day, especially since he could tell she was excited. Her nipples were hard and the room smelled of sex. Her ponytail was gone and her hair was messy. "He came so fast, I made him do it twice," she told him. Troy looked between her legs, seeing freshly fucked pussy still puffy and swollen. A drop of semen had dripped down from it. He moved towards her, but she stopped him. "Let me see how hard you are first," she said. 

Frustrated and eager, Troy pulled off his clothes, throwing them in a heap. His hard cock throbbed, its head purple and angry looking with need. "Eat me," she told him.

Troy crouched on her bed, pressing his mouth against her pussy. He smelled her but tasted him. 

"Do it, fag," she said, wrapping her legs around his back and tangling her fingers in his hair. "Eat that freshly fucked pussy. He was so fucking hard. I told him, 'I just want to fuck, nothing else.' And that's what we did. Twice. Two loads for you, cumslut." That was all the story Molly could manage before she had her first orgasm with Troy. Her contractions pushed more semen from her pussy. He kept eating her, for the taste of the man who had fucked her, for her, and for himself. She came again and was panting when she told him, "Now you fuck me."

Troy couldn't remember being as excited as he felt at that moment. It rivaled how he had felt with Karen and surpassed it. He stretched out on top of her, pushing his cock inside of her. He felt her pussy clamping down around him like a Chinese Finger Trap. He remembered hearing once that dogs could get stuck together and he guessed this was how that might feel. He pushed and pulled his cock in and out of her pussy. Molly grabbed his head, pressing her lips against his and her tongue inside his mouth. He came within moments, unable to hold back his aching need.

"Oh fuck, now you have to clean me again, cumslut," she said, a happy smile on her face.

Troy didn't hesitate. He returned his face between her legs, licking and sucking at her sex and tasting himself and her. Still hard, he left after her next orgasm, replacing his mouth with his prick a second time within ten minutes of arriving at her apartment. With more control, he fucked her slower, enjoying the way her pussy felt. She didn't try to clench down around his shaft, aftershocks of her orgasm did that for her. They kissed as they fucked. 

"You taste good with pussy and cum on your tongue," she told him, reaching between their legs and grabbing at his balls. Troy flashed a smile before kissing her again. In time, he came, repeated the process of eating her afterwards, and then had to wait for her to catch her breath before they could talk.

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "Please tell me that was as hot for you as it was for me."

"Hotter," he promised, kissing her as he spooned next to her. 

"You're the best," she told him. "I mean, at going down me." She giggled. "Well, I mean, in general, too, but I just wanted to set that record straight." 

Laying in her bed, they talked through their sensations. Molly made had fun at her erstwhile lover's expense, describing how excited he was and how apologetic when his first orgasm happened so soon. Troy shared his story about Tricia at the bar, the word she had assigned to him (cuckold), and her interest in both of them. Molly went from jealous to accepting and landing on intrigued by the time he finished. 

"Is cuckold something I should call you?" she asked.

Troy shrugged. "I don't know the idiomatic uses of it. We might have to look it up. I'm not even sure if it applies, since we're not married."

"But I like it. Not as much as fag or cumslut, but it's nice for it have a name."

Missing their chance at the buffet during Happy Hour, they raided her kitchen, naked, happy, and fascinated with the future they faced together. Troy felt the pull to reveal his last secret but didn't. Not yet. Still too soon.



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Loving to Like Ch. 04



Well here we are, my friends. At the beginning of the last chapter for Troy and Molly. How gay is Troy willing to become for Molly? How much of a cuckold is he willing to be? And what's his secret? I hope you enjoy!

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Three weeks passed before Molly's next tryst with another man, followed by another three weeks without one. Alex had remained out of the picture since their Saturday together. They met with Karen and Nelson several times, but nothing happened. In fact, nothing was said. Molly still dotted their personal conversations with words like "cumslut," "cocksucker," or the politically incorrect word, "fag," but those words felt more like outrageous terms of endearment than statements of fact. 

After making love to Molly, Troy didn't go down on her. They fucked. She came, he came, and afterwards he cuddled with her, cooing congratulatory and affectionate little nothings with her about how good it had felt, how special she was, and how the world felt so good after sex. She never suggested he wasn't done yet or had missed a highlight of their lovemaking for her or him. Troy felt the urgency to share his final secret slipping away as life with Molly became comfortable and lazy. For the rest of that week, he didn't go down on her after fucking. She never mentioned the change.

He had been here before in other relationships. There was plenty to like, nothing to hate, and life was as easy as it was predictable and it had grown very predictable. Monday and Thursday nights were Happy Hour after work nights, followed by a visit to her apartment. Wednesday nights he cooked for the two of them. Friday nights were a grab bag, but spent together. Saturdays were spent with friends and Sundays were reserved for football. If they missed a night here or there, it wasn't a big deal. Little things popped up from a bachelorette party for her or a night out with "the guys" for him. Molly never had to work late at her job, but sometimes Troy did and would miss a Happy Hour. There was a broken leg scare with one of Molly's cats that turned out to be nothing. An unexpected car repair left Troy without a car for a day and a night. 

Wednesday night, after he cooked for her, they watched a movie, made out on the couch and finished in his bedroom. Once again, Troy went down on her before they made love, but not afterwards. Finishing after a single orgasm for him, Troy pulled on his jeans while Molly was in the bathroom. He knew why; he wasn't sated and didn't want her to see. He waited for her in the living room. "That's a different look for you," she said, giving the loose fitting waistband of his jeans a tug before picking up her purse. 

"Yeah, new neighbors," Troy said, walking her to the door. He was sure it was a lie, but since he had never met his neighbors, it could be true, too. After kissing her good-night and chasing down a few leftover dishes, he finished his night watching porn and jerking off. The biggest change in his life were his "go-to" fantasies. If he watched a movie of a woman masturbating, he imagined she was watching him sucking dick, egging him on and encouraging him to be so wrong. Real men didn't suck dick, but he did. He played gay porn on his laptop. Gay porn never graduated to his big screen TV, it felt too wrong, too nasty; but seeing it on the smaller screen of his laptop reminded him of what he had discovered with Molly. He liked the feel of a hard cock between his lips and the taste of cum on his lips. 

Shutting down his entertainment center and laptop, he was brushing his teeth when his phone chirped with a text message from Molly. "You still awake?" He jabbed the call button. She answered before he heard it ring. "Hey baby, whatcha doing?"

"Brushing my teeth. What I was doing is probably more interesting."

"Did you jerk-off?"

"Yeah, I did," he said, putting the phone on mute while he rinsed and spat. "Problem?"

She was quiet long enough that he checked to make sure he hadn't left the phone on mute. "No," she said at last. "Just feels funny that you would do that so soon after we had sex. We could have done it again."

"I know, but you needed to get home to the cats." He didn't resent her leaving. Spending the night meant an earlier wake-up call. It wasn't worth the sacrifice. 

"They would have waited."

"It's all good," he assured her, sitting in the living room while they chatted. 

"Did I miss a good fantasy?"

"Just watched some porn and took care of myself." Omitting the details of his fantasy felt like less of a lie than telling her he had been thinking about her as he jerked off. "Any reason why it's been so long since we played?"

"Miss it?" Molly asked.

Troy bit back a sigh. What the hell kind of question was that? If he didn't miss it, why would he ask about it? "Just curious," he said, quickly followed by, "Are we going to do Happy Hour tomorrow after work?"

"You still want to, right?"

"I do. Beats cooking. I like their buffet."

It was an unexpected call, a throwback to a time after they first became intimate when he or she would call as soon as they reached the car and they would talk until the other reached home. Those phone calls were rambling conversations, fueled by nothing more than the desire to stay in the moment. This phone call had all the small talk and none of the magic of those earlier ones. As he listened to the last cat antics in her house, being reported in real time, he realized it was easier to live without their extra play than it was to live without knowing why she had pulled away. What had changed?

Troy waited until her cat story was over. "You know, you never answered my question."

After sighing, Molly was quiet for a long time. Troy waited, worrying. "I was a real slut in college," she said. "You know how small my town was." He did, two traffic lights and only one of them worked. "I didn't want a reputation, so I waited until I got to State to get my freak on." She laughed. She talked about the night her and Karen made up a sexual bucket list. From sex with one night stand pick-up to sex in unusual (mostly public) places. "And I liked doing those things. A lot. I was a real slut."

"Okay, but what does that have to do with us?"

"I liked being a slut," she said, telling the story of her first gangbang.

"So what's wrong with being a slut if I still want you?"

"Turning you into one," she said. "It's so tempting to feed you cock, but I don't want you to do it for me. I want you to do it for you. I know what it's like to live as a slut. But is that what you want to be, too?"

"Yes!" Troy said, answering as quickly as he could and confused when there was another long pause on her end of the phone.

"What if we try and it's too much? There's no going back."

"What if we don't try and screw this up?" he asked.

Late leaving work on Thursday, Troy sent Molly a text message. Rushing into the bar, he nearly ran over Tricia. "About time you got here," she said, flashing a big, happy smile. "Your booth is getting crowded." Walking down the row of booths, Troy saw Molly sitting between two guys he recognized as Happy Hour regulars. When he drew close, he saw the third guy sitting across from her looked familiar for the same reason. 

"Hey baby," Molly said with a smile. "About time."

Troy slipped into the booth next to a well built, older man with salt and pepper hair. "Brad," the guy told him, offering a handshake.

"Leonard," said the man across from Troy. Thin, with a closely cropped goatee, Brad was sure he had seen Leonard leaning on the bar most nights watching football.

"Johnson," the last man said. He sat on Molly's other side, squeezed against the outside wall. As best as Troy could remember, Johnson was usually standing next to Leonard on football Mondays. 

"Will you please tell Johnson how close I live?" Molly asked. "He's afraid he's going to miss the kick-off."

"Late starting game," Troy said. "Kick-off isn't until 8:35, but why would he miss..." He stopped in midsentence, doing the math himself. 

"Told you," Leonard said, leaning in front of Molly. "We can do her and still be back in time."

"Just remember the rules," Molly told them. "I'll fuck or suck you, but you're not allowed to come inside of me, not even my mouth."

When a smiling Tricia set a drink in front of Troy, he sucked down half of it on the first try. "Hey man, she said it was cool," Brad said.

"It's up to Molly," Troy said, not knowing how much say he had in the matter. He felt his cock growing hard. Was she really going to do all three of these guys? He smiled at her.

"What if we want to go more than once?" Leonard asked. "Is that okay? I mean, I have quite the back-up going over here."

"Whatever, as long as Troy is last," Molly said, smiling back at him.

"Better first than last," Leonard said with a smirking.

"Just remember what we decided," Johnson said. "We all come on her tits, okay?" Leaning across the table, he looked at Leonard. "And I swear, if you fuck up and come on her pussy before I get a chance to screw her, I'm busting your chops. You hear me?"

"Aw, shut the fuck up, Johnson. You're still pissed because you don't get to go first," Leonard said.

"Yeah, well you guys fuck her all you want," Brad said. "I want her to suck me off. Pussy I can get at home," Brad said.

"They've been at this for half an hour," Molly told Troy. 

"Yeah, she said you have to go last and you get to watch," Leonard explained.

"If it's what the lady wants," Troy said without offering more of an explanation.

The three men from the bar followed Molly and Troy. Molly insisted on driving. As soon as they hit the car, she reached into Troy's lap, caressing the hard-on she found. "That's what I thought," she said, before putting both hands on the wheel to drive.

Inside her apartment, the one-upmanship stopped as the reality of the moment settled over the three guys from the bar. "How about a little striptease or something, you know, to set the mood," Leonard suggested.

"I'm here to fuck and suck, not strip," Molly told him, pulling off her baggy work scrubs. Whatever kind of body they thought she had, Troy knew it was better. He could remember the first time he saw her out of her scrubs. Molly had a tight, firm body made for fucking. "Come on," she told the guys watching her. "You don't want to miss kick-off, do you?"

Troy set the example by pulling off his work shirt. Once he started, the other three fell into line, One by one, they made three piles of their clothes on her couch. Troy was the only one hard and the only one who got completely naked. Brad and Leonard kept their socks on while Johnson took off his socks, but kept his shirt on. "This way boys," Molly said, leading the parade to her bedroom. After caressing Brad's hard cock, she nodded at the corner near her closet door. "Why don't you go over there and wait while I see if I can help these other three guys get hard?"

Dropping to her knees, Molly pulled skinny Leonard's cock between her lips first. After a few moments between her warm, wet lips, Molly moved to Brad, sucking him while Leonard finished getting hard. Molly lent him a hand and it soon became clear Leonard's frame was the only skinny part about him. His cock was an average length, but fat. Brad needed the least encouragement to get hard and shirt wearing Johnson the most. Satisfied with their progression, Molly climbed into the middle of bed, spread her legs apart, and rubbed her pussy. "Who's first?" she asked. 

Troy stood in the corner with the other two guys lined up next to him. "Do it," Johnson said, cheering on Leonard as he moved between Molly's legs. 

"C'mon baby, fuck me. Show your friends what you've got," Molly told the skinny man, pulling his thin cock to her pussy.

Leonard didn't was any time getting down to business. He groped Molly's tits as he fucked her, his skinny ass rising and falling between her thighs. "Oh fuck, you're tight," he said. A few minutes later, he was pulling and spraying his orgasm across her stomach and tits. 

"You could have aimed higher," Johnson complained when Leonard moved out of the way. 

"Fuck you," Leonard said as he gave high fives to Brad and Troy.

Johnson's prick was neither skinny nor exceptionally long. While he was the biggest man of the quartet, he was the least endowed. If it mattered to him or Molly, it didn't show. "Fuck me," she told him. "Fuck me hard." Johnson knelt in front of Molly, pushing his dick inside of her, but was careful about the streams of semen left behind by Leonard. "You're a real jerk," he said over his shoulder.

"Fuck me," Molly told him, turning his head back to hers. "Do it, Johnson. Come on me."

Her focus got his attention and his rocks off. As Leonard had done, he pulled out and let his orgasm fly. It sprayed across her chest and stomach, adding to the mess on her. 

Brad had been jerking his prick the entire time, clearly enjoying the show. His long but thin cock throbbed and stood firm when he pulled his hands away. "Suck me," he said as he stepped forward.

"Mm, such a pretty cock," Molly told him, sitting on the edge of the bed to reach him. She shot Troy a sideways glance as she sucked on Brad. There was fire in her eyes. Focusing on what she was doing, she brought him off quickly, jerking her head away as the first spray of his orgasm splashed on her chin, then neck, and finally her breasts.

"You still going back for more?" Johnson asked Leonard, who had worked his prick hard again.

"Yeah, why not?"

"She's got cum on her chin."

"So?"

"Fucking fag. Do it if you want, but I ain't watching it," Johnson said, leaving the bedroom. "Hurry up, you fags. I don't want to miss kick-off."

Replacing Brad in front of her, Leonard fed his cock to Molly. Brad watched for a few minutes before leaving to keep Johnson company in the living room. Seeing his friends were gone, Leonard pulled out of Molly's mouth, jerking himself to a fast finish. When he came, his orgasm splashed across her mouth, lips, cheeks, and chin. "Sorry dude, but they're my ride," he said, rushing out of the room.

"What about you?" Molly asked Troy as if he was just another guy. "You wanna fuck or get sucked?"

"Blow me," he said, stepping in front of her. He watched as she looked up him, something she hadn't done with the other two men. Cum streaked her cheeks, exciting Troy even more. Holding back wasn't an option for Troy. He felt her doing the things to his cock that he had tried to do to Alex and Nelson. When he moaned, she pulled her mouth away. "Remember, on me, not in me," Molly told him. She stroked his cock, risking a couple more bobs of her head before he reached his orgasm. She held his spurting prick, letting his cum land on her face, neck, and tits. When he was done, she backed away from him, sliding back to the middle of her bed. "Look at me," she told him, holding herself up on both hands. "This is what a slut looks like. Is this what you want?" 

Cum dripped off her face. Streaks of wetness run down her chest and stomach. Her swollen pussy looked both fucked and fuckable to him. On all fours, Troy crawled on the bed, stopping when he was over her. "I want all this and more," he said before kissing her on the lips. She wrapped a hand around the back of his head, pressing her face against his as they kissed and rocking back and forth. He felt the cum on her face being smeared on his. He could smell where the other men had been and he felt his heart racing. Yes, this is what he wanted. "All of this," he told her, breaking their kiss to kiss her cheek. "And this," he added, moving to kiss where cum dripped off her chin. "And this, too," he said, pushing her back and licking a streak of cum that ended low on her belly. His tongue traced the track it had made backwards to where it had begun. "This is what I said I would. This is what I said I wanted." He covered her body with licks and kisses, following every streak of cum and cleaning it from her. He licked her tits, her neck, chin and cheeks. After making sure he had cleaned her completely, he stared down at her. "Now do you believe me?" he asked.

"Yes," she told him and he sealed the deal with another kiss before they fucked. 

Dressed, they walked back into the bar. The three men they had entertained were leaning shoulder to shoulder on the bar, watching the game. Johnson was first to notice them walking back in. He nudged the other two men who tracked them as Tricia led them back to their usual booth. When Tricia brought over their drinks, there was a twinkle in her eye. "These are compliments of the tall, thin gentleman at the bar. He said to tell you thank you."

Molly cuddled close to Troy, resting her head on his shoulder as he watched the game. "You know they're telling their friends at the bar, right?"

"So?" Troy asked, kissing her forehead.

"Everyone in here will know what we did, what I did. They all know I'm a slut."

"So what? You're still my girlfriend."

"Good answer, cumslut."

Friday night, they went to the movies to see the Hollywood's latest version of a comic book superhero come to life on the big screen. The movie had gotten good reviews, but with the latest blockbuster opening that weekend, their theater was sparsely filled. "Let's sit in the back," Molly suggested leading the way up the stairs to the last row. Midway through the movie, while two or three dozen other patrons were watching the movie, Molly got down on her knees and sucked off Troy. After he came in her mouth, she stood up, leaned over, and kissed him. She hadn't swallowed and she pushed his orgasm into his mouth. 

In Troy's mind, there were only two things that could have made that hotter. If there had been a stranger in the seat next to them and she had blown the stranger. Or, better yet, if she had Troy blow the stranger. But over the course of the next several weeks, Troy learned he had no reason to second guess Molly's ability to be a slut without his help. 

During a Monday Happy Hour at the bar, Molly left with one of the guys from the bar. Troy watched through the window as they visited the man's car. Two silhouetted heads became one while Molly sucked off the man. When she returned to the booth, she kissed Troy and enjoyed another drink before repeating the game twice more with two different men. 

"What about me?" Troy asked after she returned from giving her third blowjob.

Molly put her hand in his lap, feeling this hard-on. "I think you're fine," she said. She tortured him by giving one more blowjob before they ended up at her apartment. Once there, she fucked him, made him eat her, and when he was still hard, she repeated the process.

The next time the visited the bar, Troy saw heads turning as they walked in. He watched men nod in their direction and whispered among themselves. He could guess what they were saying about her and him. She was a slut and he was nothing more than her cuckold. Men would send drinks and messages to the table. "You're getting very popular around here," Tricia told her.

"Just nice to have options," Molly said. They left alone that night, but it didn't change the impact it had on Troy or what happened later in Molly's bedroom. As they cuddled in the afterglow of his second orgasm (they never bothered to count hers), she ran her hand down his chest and stomach until she cupped his balls in that intimate caress reserved for lovers. "This isn't too much for you, isn't it?" she asked.

"Not even close," he admitted. 

"Is that a challenge?"

"Think of it more as a promise."

It was around two o'clock on a Saturday afternoon when Molly showed up at Troy's apartment asking if the battery on his digital camera was charged. "I like to keep it that way," he said, pulling the camera out of a desk drawer. "I thought Karen and Nelson were coming over."




Loving to Like Ch. 04



"Close," Molly said, pointing the camera at him. "Strip for me, baby. I want some pictures of you." They spent the next half an hour with her posing him from clothed to naked and hard. They laughed as she worked his camera, teasing him like a fake fashion photographer in a movie. "That's it, baby, work it," she'd say. "Show it to them. Now be fierce. Be angry. Be sad..." After a couple dozen shots of him naked, she pulled the camera away. "I know what the problem is, too much hair."

"Excuse me?" Troy asked, surprised. Aside from a bit of hair around his nipples, Troy was smooth. Down below, he kept things well groomed, a look (and feel) she had never complained about before. 

"No, I think I want all this gone," she said, caressing his cock and balls. "All of it." 

Following him in the bathroom, she used the camera to document Troy shaving away his pubic hair. Several times, Molly ran her hands over his freshly bared skin, inspecting to make sure it was smooth enough. "This is going to be awkward in the showers at the gym," Troy told her.

"Good," was all she had to say. After he took a shower to rinse away the shaving cream he had used, she insisted he pose for more pictures. Troy's cock stood proudly at attention, bobbing and throbbing for attention he hoped she would soon give, but she had other plans. It started with her positioning him on the couch. She told him to curl up, in a ball, with his legs over his shoulders.

"If you expect me to suck myself, I can't reach," he told her.

"No, I expect you to cum on your face for me," she said, watching and taking more pictures as he did. Once he had sprayed his own face, she had him sit up. Taking still more pictures, she had him scoop the cum off his face and into his mouth, laughing and calling him "cumslut" and "fag" as he did it. Popping out his camera's memory card, she told him to wash his face, they had more work to do.

When he returned from the bathroom, she sat at his laptop, playing with the pictures she had taken. She adjusted them for size and quality, pulling out her favorites. He sat next to her, helping her with the critiques while trying not to feel too self-conscious. It was a laborious job, interrupted with a pizza delivery before the rest of her plan began to come together. After setting him up an extra email account at one of the many online sites, she began to join different adult dating sites under his name. She used a pseudonym for his online names, but the pictures she posted showed him from head to toe, with clothes, without clothes, and most damning of all, eating cum off his cum streaked face. "There, now anyone who's curious can see what kind of man I date," she said.

He noticed she included a phone number on some of the profiles. "Who's number is that?"

"Oh, mine," she said, showing him the extra cell phone she now had. "Figured I would keep this and let you know if anyone interesting replies." 

It was growing late. Picking up the TV remote, Molly did something Troy never would, she put the gay porn channel on his big screen TV. Leaving the new phone sitting on the coffee table, it buzzed, announcing a text message already. "I don't know about you, but I'm horny as hell," she said and she stripped naked, too. They made love in his living room with gay porn playing on his TV and the phone announcing the attention he was getting from his half dozen profiles. Molly took the phone with her before she left for the night. "Oh, and if you feel as if you need to jerk off later, I think you should only be allowed to use this channel." After kissing her good-night, that's just what Troy did.

Monday night, they met for Happy Hour drinks and the buffet. Troy sat next to Molly as he always did. Her smile suggested she was up to something. As they chatted about their day, she played with her new cell phone with the number she had used for his profiles. When Tricia brought them a second round of drinks (compliments of another guy at the bar for her), Molly asked her favor. "If anyone comes in and asks you about Dustin Travis, could you sit them at that table?" Tricia didn't ask why, but assured Molly she would. Less than ten minutes, as she sat an average looking man down at the table, she smiled at Molly. 

Troy had recognized the name as the pseudonym Molly had used for his online profiles. After the man was seated, Molly turned to Troy. "Remember last Monday when I was giving all those guys blow jobs in the parking lot and you felt so left out?" Troy nodded, he did. "Tonight's your turn. That man at the table is waiting for Dustin Travis to invite him to a parking lot for a blow job. Why don't you go introduce yourself?"

Sliding out of the booth, Troy first walked towards the bar, just to keep things more discreet. Once he was behind the man, he turned around, approached from the far side of the table, smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Dustin."

"Hey," the man said, offering a handshake. "I'm Matt. Did you want to get a drink first?"

"Actually, I'm meeting some people in a few minutes. If you're ready, so am I?"

"Uh yeah, sure," Matt said, grinning. "That works good for me, too." When he stood up, Troy followed him to his car. They climbed into the backseat and though Troy couldn't see Molly, he was sure she noticed the same thing he had; two silhouettes turning into just one.

Matt was hard and as eager for Troy's mouth and Troy was to give it to him. He pulled his pants down to his thigh, watched out the windows for any unexpected interruptions, and allowed Troy to take care of business. There was nothing special about his cock; average size and average length, but Troy didn't care. He discovered doing it in the backseat of a car was more difficult than he imagined, but Matt rewarded him with a large mouthful of cum. "Thanks, dude," Matt said, pulling his pants back into place. "We're cool, right?"

"Absolutely," Troy said, letting himself out of the car. Instead of coming back inside for a drink, Matt drove off, leaving Troy to re-enter the bar by himself.

"Fuck, that was hot," Molly said, kissing Troy the moment she saw him. "Now I know what it's like for you to sit here when I do it. That's intense, isn't it?"

"I get hard as hell while I'm waiting for you."

"I know what you mean, I'm wet as hell right now." Troy considered trying to put his hand inside her scrubs, but decided that might be too much. "Oh wow, he's early," Molly told him, nodding at the table where Matt had sat a few minutes ago. Tricia was seating a new man with another nod and grin in their direction. "Looks as if you're up again, cumslut."

Troy visited the parking lot two more times that night. One guy wanted to return the favor, but Troy refused, saving himself for Molly. As they left to go back to her place, Molly stopped at the bar, chatting with David, a man she had taken home one night and one who had been diligent about buying her drinks. After he received high fives from his bar buddies, he followed them back her place. The two of them made love to Molly, taking turns fucking her while she alternated between sucking Troy or David. She coaxed two orgasms out of David that night and he watched as Troy cleaned up after him both times. After he had left, Molly laughed at how relieved David looked when he realized he wasn't expected to do the same thing. "You know you're not like other guys, right?"

"You're not like other girls, either," he said and decided it was time to share with her his final secret. "It's why I love you."

"Excuse me?" she said, laying on her back, looking up at the ceiling. She didn't move from that spot. 

Troy rolled over on one elbow, looking her in the eyes, and said it again. "I love you."

He didn't expect Molly's reaction. She smirked. "You mean you love like me, right?"

Shaking his head, he changed their saying around. "No, I mean I like loving you, as in 'I love you.'"

"I love you, too, cumslut," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. They kissed and made love once more that night before sleeping together. He would hate the early wake-up call in the morning and didn't care.

Three weeks later, Molly accepted his terms of marriage. "Promise me we won't stop," was his only condition. Three months later, there was a bachelorette party at Karen's house. Troy stood next to Nelson at the barbeque on the patio as the ladies filled back inside house when the male strippers arrived. "What are you going to do?" Troy asked Nelson.

"Sit out here and drink beer," Nelson said, leaning back in a lawn chair. 

Troy took another draw of his beer. "Guess it's optional for you," he said, tossing away the empty beer bottle and opening the sliding glass door. Tricia had found the strippers for the party and promised they were up for anything.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Becca asked, challenging Troy. She was in the wedding party, one of the extra bridesmaids. 

"Relax," Karen told her. "Enjoy the show. It's about to get much more interesting."

Juan and Blake were tanned, well built, and sported porn star sized bulges inside their g-strings as they shook and gyrated around Molly. Another chair was put next to her, one for Troy, but before he was allowed to sit, the two men began dancing with him, too. Troy put on a brave smile, shook his booty to the cheers of the women surrounding them, and tried not to think about it as the two dancers began pulling at his clothes. 

Drunk women cheer and clapped as Troy's clothes came off, too. One of them pointed out, "Look, he's hard, too!" and she was right. Juan and Blake looked good, but it was the way Molly looked at him that got to Troy the most. One of the other women yelled for him to go all the way and more cheers went up as Troy's underwear came down, revealing his long, firm hard-on. "Lucky bitch!" another woman yelled at Molly. 

"That ain't nothing," Molly called back, patting the chair next to her. Troy sat, glad to be done showing off his lack of dancing skill. When Juan danced in front of Molly, she reached up and stripped off his g-shirt, exposing his hardening cock. 

"Suck it!" one of the girls yelled.

Molly looked at Troy, flashed him a grin, and leaned over to say in his ear, "They don't know us very well, do they?" Opening her mouth, she drew Juan's cock between her lips. The girls in the room erupted with more cheers. 

"Let Troy have a turn," called a voice from behind them. Troy recognized it as Tricia.

"Yeah, do it!" Becca confirmed, the same woman who tried to block Troy from coming into the party.

"Race you," Molly told him, waving Blake close and pulling off his g-string.

The room fell quiet except for the music when Troy opened his mouth to start sucking Juan. "Ohmigod, he's doing it!" said another bridesmaid. "That's so fucking hot."

"We're racing," Molly told her and the cheers started back up as Troy won the competition. His prize? To finish was Molly had started with Blake. 

"I love you, " Molly told Troy, grabbing his hard cock and pulling on it. To the roomful of women, she asked, "Who's going to cum first? My cumslut fiance or Blake?" It was another contest Troy was determined to win.

The end. 

I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I think this is enough of an end. Troy has completed his path of becoming Molly's proud cuckold. She has outted him to the entire world, while still allowing him to maintain a bit of dignity. And I'm sure they'll have a long and happy marriage together filled with plenty of dick for both of them.