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Best Friends Forever

By: rawr6969



When, I wake up, I'm still naked. Man, all that fucking last night was so tiring. My girlfriend better be satisfied.

I look at the time, and it's nearly 10:00 AM.

"Shit," I say to myself. I'm supposed to meet Garrett at 11:30. I head over to the bathroom.

When I look at myself in the mirror, I don't flinch. I mean, damn, I'm pretty hot, if I say so myself. Black, tousled, hair, big, brown, eyes, and no chest hair? That's pretty good for an 18 year old. And did I mention, my 7" cock? That's something not all the girls know about.

So, I put on my shirt, my skinny jeans, and my sneakers. I'm still quite tired, but hey, Garrett's my best friend.

I take a cab to his place. I knock on the door, and he immediately opens it.

Hey, Blythe!" he says, sounding excited.

"What's up, bro," I say.

"You know, I just wanted to hang out. That fine?" Garrett asks, embarrassed. He looks at me with his intense sea-green eyes. He was almost as good-looking as I am. He had messy dark brown hair, and I promising six-pack. I've seen him naked, and man! That 9" cock? Wow. Not that I'm gay though.

"Oh, yeah, bro, that's fine," I say.

"Okay, I'll just get something in the bedroom," he says.

I sit down on the couch. 5 minutes pass. 10 minutes. Where the hell is he?

"Hey, Garrett? Where are you?" I almost shout.

"In here, Blythe," he says. It came from the bedroom.

So I walk into the room.

"What the hell were you--" When I look up, he's sprawled on the bed, naked.

"Duuuude," I say. I don't know what to say. "What's going on, Garrett?"

He smirks. "Come here," he says.

Dammit. I'm not gay. I don't want to fuck Garrett. He's my friend.

But the stare of his green eyes scare me. I take a step forward.

"Give me your hand," he says to me. I hold out my hand, and he wraps it around his cock. He was naked, but I was still fully dressed.

"Oh," he moans quietly, has I wrap my hand around it.

Using his both hands, he takes off my shirt, then my pants.

"Take that off," he points to my underwear.

"But--"

"Just take it off!"

There I am standing naked in front of him. He leans forward, and kisses me. At first, it's tender, then he shoves his tongue down my throat. I gag. He grabs the back of my head, and intensifies the kiss more.

In between kisses, I moan. I don't know why, but I'm starting to like it.

He pushes me to the bed, and goes on top of me. We make out more. I suck his tongue, he sucks my bottom lip, then I bite him... the list goes on and on.

After about ten minutes, he breaks the kiss. We're both breathing hard.

"Did you like that?" he asks. His voice is full of lust.

"Garrett, man, I'm not gay. I don't want to fuck. But sure... that felt good," I say, quietly.

I look down, and discover my cock is hard.

"Shit," I say under my breath.

"What's that?"

"Nothing," I say.

"So you don't want to fuck?" he asks, disappointed.

"No, man. Sorry."

"Then I'll make you want me so bad, you're going to start begging for my huge cock in your ass," he says, angrily.

"No--"

But he already starts to lick my neck. I finds his way down to my nipples, and begins to suck and bite them.

"Oh God, yeah," I moan. What the hell? Why am I enjoying this?

He begins to kiss my stomach. He works his way down, and begins to lick my cock.

"Fuck, man!" I gasp. I've never had a guy suck me.

At that, he begins to suck my cock so hard, I feel so horny, I grab the back of his head and push him down all the way to take in all of my cock.

"Fuck. Fuck. Dude, stop, it feels too good," I gasp.

But of course, he doesn't stop. He just begins to suck my head, and tongue fuck my slit. Both my balls are in his left hand, and he jerks off the rest of my cock. I immediately cum

"Holy fuck! I'm cumming!" I scream. 

My load fills his mouth. He doesn't swallow; instead, he starts kissing me. My cum explodes all over my face. I swallow some of it. He breaks the kiss.

"Do you want me now," he asks. He's so horny.

"Fuck yes, man,"

"Beg for it. Show me how much you want me," he says.

"Garrett, fuck my virgin ass with your huge cock. Fuck me so hard, the neighbors will hear me scream. Fuck me so hard, I won't be able to walk," I say, lustily. "Please, man. Just fuck me."

I start crying. It's just that I'm so impossibly horny, I can't wait another minute. "Fuck me, Garrett. Please," I moan.

He smirks. He lifts up my feet so both are on the shoulders. 

"Are you ready, bitch?"

I moan my answer.

He has no lube.

His throbbing cock enters my ass. At first, it hurts, but I get used to it.

"Ohhhh, God."

"You want more?"

"Yes, oh God. Yeahh,"

He pushes the rest of his cock in. I scream. He starts to fuck me so hard, I couldn't think straight anymore.

"Yeah, fuck me."

"You like that, you slut?" he asks.

I moan.

"God, you're so tight," he moans. I don't know if that's good or bad.

"Ohhh," I moan.

After about a minute, I moan so loud, I'm sure the neighbors could hear us.

"Show me how hot my cock makes you, Blythe. Show me," he growls. I grab hold of my poor cock, and jerk it off furiously. I cum immediately on my chest. Some of it reaches my neck.

"Oh, fuck! I'm cumming! Get ready!" Garrett screams. He's still fucking me so hard and fast, but he turns it up a notch. I don't know how much faster he could go.

Then it happens. All of his cum floods my ass. We both scream.

He pulls out his throbbing cock.

It felt so fucking good.

"Dammit," I gasp.

"I'm going to take a shower," he says, as if nothing happened.

"Can I join you?"

"Of course," he says.

On the way to the bathroom, we start kissing again. He's such a good kisser.

He turns the water on, and by the time we're both wet, we're kissing each other wildly. I jerk off his cock, and he jerks off mine.

I break the kiss, and kneel down. I start sucking his cock.

"Holy fuck, suck it, you bitch. Suck it!" Garrett screams.

I suck him harder. He cums right away. 

"Swallow all of it."

I take it all in. But it was too much.

"Dammit! Swallow it all!" Garrett slaps me. 

"I.... can't," I gasp.

"Stand up and fuck me," he says.

I obediently enter his ass.

"Ohh, God, it feels so good, Blythe."

I fuck him harder.

"Yeahh, that's it."

I pull out.

"Let's fuck in front of the mirror," I say.

We both dry up, and we position ourselves. He's on all fours, while I stand up.

"Fuck me. Now. Hard," he begs.

I enter him again, and start fucking him hard.

I cum in about three minutes.

"Damn it, I think that's it for me," I pant.

"No!" Garrett cries. He starts sucking me vigorously.

"Dude, I can't."

We go on the bed again. We're kissing each other tenderly. But I can tell he wants more.

"Do you want to do that again?" I ask.

"Yes, babe," he answers.

"Just not now, okay?"

He kisses me a bit harder. I fall asleep.

When I wake up, I thought I was having a wet dream. But I realized Garrett was sucking me. I came immediately. Surprisingly, it was a huge load. 

Garrett was taken by surprise. He didn't swallow it.

"Oh, babe, I'll swallow it all next time," he said.

Then he fell asleep.

I was horny again. I got up, and started fucking his ass. He didn't feel anything. But I came, again. I was screaming so loud, he woke up.

"Oh--" he said.

But I was already kissing him, hard. We were wrapped in each other's arms. 

In between kisses, he said, "I love you."

I answered, "I love you, too."

That was the best fuck I've ever had, fucking Garrett. I will never forget it.

Best Friends Forever



December 17, 2012

Having Tina Fey and Amy Poehler in my apartment would be a dream come true for most comedy fans. For a fair share of men in general, I would assume -- even if other potential duos might seem 'hotter' to others.

Still, it was certainly something dreamlike for me -- and not just because I'd been working for Tina the last several months, as she brought '30 Rock' to an end. Yet my dreams didn't involve me picking her and Amy up last night while they were drunk.

I knew Amy was coming by New York for a few days, to help Tina as she wrapped up the show -- and to crack down on work for next month's Golden Globes co-hosting gig. I wasn't aware their working process involved a drunk night on the town. Maybe Tina did it during my days/nights off...

In any case, I wound up having to get them, take them to my place since it was closer, let their friends/family/co-workers know what was happening, then wait for them to thank or bash me for it while hung over. That was a new wrinkle to the dream.

When Tina and Amy woke from their dreams into icky reality, I was halfway prepared for it. Fortunately, they took long enough with my food and water, I was able to get the other halfway there. And since Tina technically didn't have a show anymore, and Amy was on vacation for a few days, they weren't in a hurry to rush through.

However, when they were in their right minds, they hurried up with apologies for me. It was technically my job to care for Tina, but not to that extent. Then again, now that Tina was technically unemployed, she'd have less tasks for me for a while, so I'd take what work I could.

I didn't work for Amy, though, yet it was implied. As Tina's partner-in-crime, frequent co-star and best friend in the world, I took what she said as law too. Still, she wasn't pleased at the thought that drunk Amy abused that power, with aid from drunk Tina.

I was briefly confused on why they even showed up. Tina and Amy had the image of being sensible, regular women -- as regular as two of NBC's rare bright lights could be -- not party girls. I knew Tina wasn't like that -- on the job anyway -- although I knew less about Amy's real routine. I knew they got up to some stuff on those rare times their schedule synched up like this, but nothing more specific.

Of course, there were other things I knew. Like Tina wrapping up 30 Rock right now after seven years. Like Amy being four months removed from divorcing fellow comedy favorite Will Arnett. No wonder these BFF's were letting off some steam to end this rough year while they could -- and got a little too steamy.

In the sad way, I mean.

Yet as they got their wits back, they seemed sadder about inconveniencing me. Despite how Tina was the snarky one and Amy was the sunshine-y one -- at least on TV and half the time in real life -- they were still the same sweethearts at heart. I say that although I'd had more time to see this in Tina than Amy.

But when both of them stopped apologizing, they tread more carefully on what got them so worked up last night. Yet since both of them had ended all important, long term, character defining projects in the span of a few months, I still got the gist.

"You know what we need?" Amy perked up. "I think we need...a night."

"Can I finish getting the last night out of my head and stomach first?" Tina asked

"Not that kind of night. I'm saying we need...a night," Amy repeated, as if that made it more understandable. However, it did for Tina.

"Hold on, we had this year's night months ago. I thought we'd save next year's night for after the Globes," Tina replied.

"Clearly we need an emergency bonus night. We've done it before, remember?" Amy came back, even more above my head.

"You really want a night now? You sure you can't wait a month?" Tina checked.

"Can you? I thought we'd be nighting then and there a few times last night," Amy kept confusing me and enlightening Tina somehow.

"And that's why I got us out of there. If my scrambled brain isn't screwing with me one last time," Tina mentioned.

"Well, this time we can plan it out. Like we always do," Amy argued. "Besides, you can't honestly say you didn't think I'd want this. Or that you didn't want me to want it. Especially now."

"You know better, so don't insult my intelligence," Tina eased up.

"I'm one of the few that can get away with it without being called a sexist. You knew what you were getting into when you gave me that power," Amy teased, as they were at least smiling in their secret BFF language.

"I just figured...if we didn't need a night to get through this, it'd mean we were doing better," Tina said. "Guess night No. 1 just shot that down, huh?"

"We need stress relief we can be sober enough to enjoy. Other than hosting awards shows, being the headliners of what's left of NBC Thursdays, having an Internet filled with worshippers and being moms, what else we got?" Amy questioned.

"When you put it like that, what was I thinking?" Tina seemed to say sarcastically, but not dismissively. After another moment, she thought and added, "Here's something else I'm thinking."

At that point, she remembered she and Amy weren't the only two people in my home.

Turning to me, Tina said, "Once again, we're sorry we put you through this. And confused the hell out of your in our best friend code. And that you joined my team months before I cancelled my own show. For that and a few other things, we owe you."

"And it has something to do with a night?" I guessed.

"Not the drunk night we made you crash," Tina assured. "Once a year, me and Amy have a real nice night out to celebrate our friendship. It pre-dates Galentines Day on Parks and everything. Sometimes we bring other friends if we're in the mood. Today...I think the mood's good enough. Don't you, Amy?"

Amy looked me over and ultimately ruled, "You would know better than me, probably."

"Not that much. But I can guess. And I'm sure you could stand to do some guessing too," Tina came back.

"I could use a rib tickler," Amy figured. "Okay! Bring me up to speed, we'll work out the other details, and we'll meet back here in...six hours, 46 minutes and 15 seconds good enough for you?"

"Do I want to say yes?" I asked semi-seriously. The lack of details was a minus, but a regular, non drunken night with these comic icons -- one of which was already my boss -- all but turned it into a plus.

"I think you will a few times," Amy answered. I thought on that a few times before Tina and Amy left, and a few more times after that.

I stopped asking and wondering enough to actually get ready -- and then asked myself why I didn't ask if I had to be dressed up. I didn't even know where they were taking me, so I could be over or underdressed in humiliating fashion. Since I figured that out too late, I split the difference by putting on my nicest, logo free winter sweater.

I got to see how Tina and Amy split it when they came back 20 minutes later.

Tina had a purple coat on, yet it was unzipped enough for me to see the light black dress underneath. She wasn't flaunting herself with a plunging neckline or a really short skirt -- yet while it wasn't an instant, in your face knockout, a closer look made it clear there was a knockout hidden under there. Some knockout parts, like her long legs, MILF-y hourglass figure and deep brown eyes weren't so easy to hide, though.

Before I got too lost in those thoughts about my boss -- again -- I turned to Amy. She didn't have a coat, so her blue dress, her lower neckline and her own subtle lovely figure caught the eye faster.

Speaking of which, it took longer than I should have to look away from her own deep blue eyes, framed by her blonde hair and an almost knowing smirk -- the same kind of amused smirk Tina sometimes had. BFF's indeed.

"You guys look great. St. Galentine would be proud," I found my voice enough to say. "Hopefully St. Winter isn't too harsh tonight either."

"Nah, that bastard owes us a few favors, so we're good," Amy brushed aside. "Let's go show him and the New York night life what for. Without St. Alcohol's help this time."

Tina and Amy did get the help of their own limo for us, however. It drove us to the restaurant they picked out for us, and picked us up again about an hour and a half later. In between, things really went by in a blur, though not because of too much alcohol.

I wished I was better able to savor my time eating with, talking with and observing Tina and Amy. While they made every effort to include me in the conversations, and while I kept my stories about working for Tina short -- as well as my questions about Parks and Rec and the SNL days -- seeing Tina and Amy lost in their own recollection and stories together was a real highlight.

If they needed to distract themselves from their losses and life changes, I did wonder why they needed me. They seemed to have the weight of the world off of them just fine by talking together. Maybe I was just supposed to be a chaperone so they didn't get too carried away again.

Still, Amy seemed to take more of an interest in me as dinner winded down. Since I'd worked for Tina for months and since Amy was so important to Tina's work and social life, it wasn't like we were total strangers before last night. Yet now we'd finally gotten to the 'getting to actually know you' part of the assistant/bosses' best friend relationship.

That helped kill time until the limo took us to our next destination -- the ice rink in front of 30 Rockefeller Plaza.

Since 30 Rock was Tina and Amy's work home for so many years and projects, Christmas out here was old hat to them. It was still a novelty for me, however, so they indulged me -- and had three pairs of ice skates in the limo to help me out.

Tina and Amy were far more experienced at skating, or at least skating on this rink. Tina helped me keep my balance at first, then Amy went by my side when I got somewhat of a hang of it.

"Don't worry, I won't sue Tina for workplace endangerment if I fall and break something," I told her.

"You're off the clock and she doesn't have a workplace anymore. So you'd be lawyered and wheeled out of court in no time," Amy informed me.

"What a nice pre-Christmas present," I rolled my eyes, in a semi-homage to Tina and Liz Lemon.

"Me and Tina got our share of bad presents this year. Sorry if we've lost our touch in giving out good ones too," Amy offered. "But at least Tina chose to get her gift cancelled, while it was still on top. I didn't...leave on top with mine, though."

"If I understand your meaning of gift right, I'm sorry," I realized.

"It's okay. I needed a night like this to distract her. I knew Tina did too," Amy said. "We've...always had a knack for helping each other with nights like this. Sometimes we need a third wheel for extra help. Or if we're just in a really fun mood."

"Which category do I fall under?" I tried to keep up.

"You're good at being the help. Like you've been since Tina hired you. Says her," Amy complemented. "Now we're getting into the fun mood part. Tina figured you'd be good for that, and she seems like a genius so far. Not a 30 Rock Season 2 level genius, but you got time."

"If I make her look like a Mean Girls level genius, I'll call that a win. Or Parks and Rec Season 3 genius, I'll take that too," I added a bit of truthful sucking up.

"Ah, no longer saving the sucking up for me, eh?" Tina skated by. "Looking to bail out for greener park pastures while you can?"

"Come on, don't make him choose now," Amy urged her.

"Right. Not now," Tina strangely said, yet it seemed to settle things in their BFF secret code. I just concentrated on not falling on the ice in front of them.

Once my knees escaped unscarred, we went off the rink, took our skates off, took some obligatory photos near the giant Christmas tree and found their limo again. I was glad to just sit in a warm limo again, plopping in the middle of the backseat with Amy right on my right.

"Where are we going now?" I inquired.

"I told the family I'd be out for the night," Tina informed. "Amy had her nap in her actual hotel room today. So we might as well wrap it up at your place." Okay. Sounded reasonable enough.

So did Amy resting her head on my right shoulder.

I didn't want to look down at her -- otherwise I'd get a better view of her cleavage, and a closer whiff of her sunshine blond hair. If that...affected me in front of her best friend, getting fired would be the best case scenario. As such, I couldn't bring myself to look at Tina either.

After about a minute, I had to do something, so I just looked down at Amy's face, seeing her eyes were open. "So you're not napping, then," I checked.

"Not that tired," Amy answered, her head still lying next to mine. "No reason to be. Not yet, anyway." Lifting her head up, she continued, "Thanks for letting me warm up, though."

Amy showed her gratitude by kissing my cheek, then spoke again before I could start trying to comment. "Great, must be tired already. I mean, I missed."

Apparently, kissing my lips twice was a direct hit.

Once again, I was unable to comment. At least Amy was smirking at me. Before that made me want to cover that smirk up, I turned to Tina. "No comment? Really?" I asked, hoping she could buy me some time.

"Hey, I'm not that mom kind of best friend. That would make a few things weird," Tina said, as if things weren't already weird. "I can escort you guys to your apartment, but I'm taking off the mom jeans after that. K?"

That wasn't just a reference to one of her SNL sketches. I didn't know what was what right now. But Amy didn't try to kiss me again, and I didn't try to ask her why she kissed me the first time. Tina stayed quiet, then escorted us to my apartment building once the limo stopped.

When we got into my home, I knew it was time for at least two of us to start talking. However, it was Tina who talked instead.

"Okay, look, I know Amy caught you off guard. There's an easy explanation, though. Then again, we've hinted at it a bunch of times already, so if you didn't get it now..." Tina left hanging.

"Look, sometimes being the fucking word mistress doesn't pay off," Amy told her. "For once, let's dumb things down for our audience. Plus I've been waiting to dumb it down with you all night, so..."

I was struck dumb, all right. Dumb, but thankfully not blind when Amy and Tina came together. Or rather, their lips did.

Once I remembered Amy kissed me minutes ago, and was now kissing her best female celebrity friend -- who was kissing back -- I felt dumb in a worse way. "Okay, maybe smarten me up a little..." I asked when they broke apart.

"Once a year we celebrate our friendship. In a special night. That helps us take the edge off," Amy repeated. "And we couldn't wait a few more weeks to waste next year's night. Especially now. And sometimes we need a third wheel when we're in a really fun mood. And you helped get us there, just as Tina said you would. Okay?"

Okay, add sex and same sex best friend kissing to those words, and...yeah. Like in their shows, I got even more out of this on a second review.

"Seriously?" Didn't mean I believed it right away, though. "You two are...you?" I directed at the married Tina. "And you, even when you were..." I directed at the divorced Amy.

"That wasn't why it happened, trust me," Tina assured. "But she still needs help. She wanted me to help her early...so I figured she needed even more help, just to be safe. It's not like she's someone you'd want to pass up helping, right?"

"Of course not!" I defended -- not just because it wasn't wise to tell her I didn't want to fuck her best friend. Or help Tina fuck her. Wow -- and I thought this morning was screwy.

"Good. You might want to find room while you can," Amy said. "I'll do what I can, but I teased Tina long enough already." She wasn't the only one.

Tina jumped back into action by kissing Amy, indeed leaving little room for me to jump in. She backed Amy up against the wall, pinning her against it as she went down to kiss her neck, giving me a little window of opportunity.

With Tina now on Amy's left, I could go to her right. She arched her head back to give Tina more room, and me as well. Noting that Tina was kissing the left of Amy's neck aggressively, I gave the right a long, slow kiss, while moving to lower the right strap of her dress. That forward move balanced it out nicely, especially as my hand drifted down to her chest.

Tina caught up and lowered the left strap, with Amy soon playing her part and wiggling her arms out as well. Before long, we had the top of her dress lowered to expose her round, firm looking breasts.

Her right one felt firm enough on my lips and right hand, though -- and I assumed the left one felt the same on Tina's lips and hand. "Oh, you haven't missed a beat," Amy obviously said to Tina. "You got beginner's luck, too," she followed up with me.

My luck fueled me to fondle and kiss her nipple, then kiss down to her underside. I didn't see Tina's tricks, but one or both of our tricks made Amy hiss out a "Fuck." She grasped the back of both of our heads, leading us to suckle each boob down harder.

In the meantime, my right hand went onto Amy's waist, only to trail down lower and lower. "Mmmm...lower," Amy still said. She then hissed again and I saw Tina beat me to it, placing her hand right between her legs.

After rubbing her for a few moments, Tina backed up. "I'm gonna need easier access here," she explained. Getting the idea, I took my mouth off Amy's breast and backed up, as Amy gave easier access by getting the rest of her dress off.

Once it went down to the floor, Amy was left in nothing but blue panties. Although it was obvious now that Tina was used to her being mostly nude, I was new to it. However, as I took in Amy's nicely shaped form, how age and motherhood had curved her in all the right places, and how her pretty face, eager smile and bright blue eyes were flushed with anticipation, I saw how Tina could have gotten used to it.

"You look great," I told her for the second time tonight. "I guess you know Tina thinks so too."

"I worked it in once or twice before," Tina confirmed. "You haven't even seen the best part. Bear with me while I reacquaint myself, okay?"

Tina dropped to her knees and started to get Amy's panties down. However, I couldn't watch the end result once Amy kissed me, and once I started kissing back.

Amy groaned into my mouth as Tina obviously began working her down below. Nonetheless, I was content to work up further up, kissing and Frenching her mouth while Tina did the same to her pussy. I also put my hands on both her breasts this time, as Amy leaned back against the wall.

My right hand soon went up into Amy's blond hair as my left glided across her chest. Amy's own hand went onto my chest, trailing down to the bottom of my sweater. Getting the hint myself, I backed up to get it off for her.

Now that I had some distance, I could see Tina's head buried between Amy's bare legs and crotch. I saw Amy enjoying it, sparing some appreciation for my upper body. "I can work with that," Amy approved, cuing me to walk back over to her.

Amy's hands went down my chest -- then her small right hand went down further. Right into my pants.

"Seems workable down there, too," Amy continued, right as her hand got into my underwear too. Her left hand finally got a good grip on me, while her right went onto Tina's head. With her hands occupied and my cock getting covered, I covered her mouth back up next.

We kissed faster and more passionately as my hands went back to her tits, stroking them as Amy stroked my cock and Tina's mouth stroked her pussy. My hands did go down her body before long, with my right going around to grasp her backside -- pushing her crotch forward against Tina's face.




Best Friends Forever



We were all stimulating significant parts of each other now, which made us have to catch our breath for a moment. Me and Amy stopped kissing as Tina stopped kissing her center, which let us really take in our current position. It was all so surreal for me, even if it wasn't for them.

"Well, if we're done standing and kneeling around," Amy broke the ice. "Seriously, this place came with a bed, right? I'd like to cum on one now."

"What the lady says goes, apparently," I admitted. Amy took her hand out of my pants -- hopefully not for that line -- as Tina got herself on her feet. She kissed Amy and let her taste herself on Tina's mouth, yet I eventually looked away to lead them to my bedroom.

Once we got to my bed, Amy quickly laid herself down on the left edge. I stood beside her, yet she stopped me from moving away as Tina got herself on the bed. Soon, she laid between Amy's legs and picked up right where she left off.

As for me, Amy was ready to follow Tina's lead.

Instead of going back into my pants, Amy unzipped them. In short order, she unbuckled me too. In shorter order, she slid my pants and underwear down. "I thought so," Amy said now that she could see my erection.

A second later, she did more than look at it. While Tina ate Amy out, Amy sucked me off with just as much enthusiasm.

She was a big ball of energy on TV, and had already proved her energy off screen tonight as well. Still, she showed a Leslie Knope-esq level of commitment to sucking my cock -- which her select few million viewers would know as quite overwhelming.

This viewer was enraptured as Amy swallowed me down, slid her tongue all over my head, and popped off to lick me up and down. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and arousal -- and Tina certainly helped with her work down below.

Amy moaned as Tina kept eating her -- and even moaned as her mouth went on my balls. My moans drowned out Amy and Tina's muffled groans, if only by default, as they enjoyed their feasts.

"How close are you?" I gasped out when Amy's mouth was free. "You gonna let her do all the work, or should I jump in? If you want him to help, this isn't helping," I gestured to my cock.

Yet Amy kept her hand on it, while wiggling her hips around below Tina. "She's got it covered," Amy assured. "Right now I wanna make you cum too."

I didn't see how that'd be a problem. Especially with Amy bobbing on my cock, and groaning on it as Tina stepped things up on her. When she put her fingers into the mix, Amy popped off and exhaled, backing her hips against Tina's mouth as she leaned on her right elbow, squeezed and pumped me with her left hand, then engulfed my head with her mouth.

I looked over to Tina, on the off chance it'd make me less likely to go. It didn't help that much -- plus Amy wanted to make me cum anyway. I didn't know if she wanted to go off before me, though, or if she was as close as me.

If Amy was as close as I was, after she juggled my balls and sucked and licked my head, Tina had to be really good.

Amy came off me to moan, though she kept cupping my balls and pushing me all too close. She nearly squeezed too hard as Tina fingered and licked her faster, but she got her hand back on my cock and pumped me. "Oh, fuck, this'll be a close race..." She predicted.

Yet when her thumb brushed my underside, I beat her.

Amy opened her mouth and caught my first few spurts, but she had to close up and clench her teeth as Tina brought her overboard. My next several spurts landed on her cheeks, lips and chin, but she opened her mouth again to catch the last few.

In the meantime, Tina's face seemed glued between Amy's legs, as she caught everything she had for her. All three of us caught our breath and recovered, with me somehow staying on my feet. For Amy's part, she finally laid her head on the bed and licked up the cum I left on her lips.

Tina noticed and then crawled over to her, quickly kissing her before she cleaned her mouth. She was kissing Amy with her taste on her mouth, and she was tasting me on Amy's mouth as well. That was a hell of a thing to take in.

But after it all sunk in, it also sunk in that I was mostly naked, Amy was completely naked and Tina was still fully dressed. If this really was all only for Amy, I guess that wasn't a problem for Tina. Still, it seemed unbalanced.

"All better?" Tina focused on Amy anyway.

"I see why I wanted my get well medicine early, yeah," Amy confirmed. "The extra dose this time was a nice touch too. Didn't you taste it?"

"I was already pretty full, but yeah, it got through," Tina said. "Are you too full for now?"

"Two or three little time outs should help me digest," Amy figured. "You go get warmed up for me. You're probably way too warm now already," she said while poking at her clothes. "Go ahead and get him warm again too."

So there it was, then. It was one thing to 'entertain' her best friend, since she was just visiting. Now I was being trusted to fuck and fool around with my married boss. Tina could brush that issue aside with Amy, I supposed, since they were already so close. But several months of a professional relationship wasn't the same thing as best friendship.

Ironically, when Tina's lips touched mine, I hoped that little aftertaste on them was that of her best friend, not me. Still, I brushed it aside by the second kiss.

"She's right, I've got too much warmth to give out here," Tina interrupted. "Do you mind? Even though you are off the clock."

"I'm still at your service," I felt better at her making light of the boss stuff first. And felt other stuff at the prospect of getting that dress off.

I unzipped it just enough for Tina to start slipping out of it. When it was halfway down, I noted she actually had a light green bra on. When it was about 75 percent down, I saw that the panties matched. When it was down to the floor, I took the rest of her in.

Since Tina and Amy were mothers and comedians in their early 40's, better known for showing off their funny bones, not their other...bones, they never had many people drool over them -- especially Tina. Except perhaps as part of several "sexy librarian" jokes back in her SNL days. Yet after drooling and cumming over Amy moments ago, Tina was still getting me ready all over again.

Even with her bra on, I could note her breasts weren't as full as Amy's, though they still looked like a firm handful. Like Amy, she had curves that were shapely and well defined with age, but had even longer, sexier legs below.

Like Amy, Tina's face was already beautiful and filled with smarts, class and a dash of mischief. And like with Amy's face, seeing Tina's whole subtly sexy package gave her face an added dimension -- especially as she saw how pleased I was with the whole thing. "Wow..." I still said out loud to make it clear.

"All right. Between that, your work ethic at work and your work ethic on Amy, I think we're good to go," Tina complimented. She then got going by going forward to kiss me.

Amy was the more excitable, enthusiastic member of the duo, in regular life and apparently in sex too. Tina was slower and more deliberate with her kisses, but hardly the clueless mess that her TV alter egos were. In fact, she built up a slow burn and a growing passion in both of us, as my hands and her lips rubbed hers faster.

After I went down to her panties and pulled them down the top of her legs, I Iaid Tina down on the bed. Amy sat Indian style on the bed and watched us kiss deeper, until I trailed my mouth down her neck. My hands went under her and tried to unhook her bra -- which my lips finally kissed after slowly going down her chest and cleavage.

Once I finally had some luck unhooking her, I pulled Tina's left bra cup down and quickly engulfed her nipple. My right hand went onto her right cup and breast, working in tune with my mouth as it sucked her left boob down. As for my left hand, it wormed its way down her body.

When it reached her pussy, I inserted a finger in there, as I lightly bit her left nipple and exposed her right at the same time. After palming that as well, I reveled in Tina's groans as she clenched her pussy and arched her chest up.

"Look at that. Prim, proper, professional Tina Fey likes it hard," I figured, wiggling and pumping my finger, and nibbling and pinching her nipples, to prove it. "What would Liz Lemon say?"

"That's for fanfics to figure out now!" Tina reminded. "You think you got stuff that'd make her faint, be my guest."

I had images of a submissive, at my mercy Tina running through my head -- sex with a dash of irony. Yet I presumed I would still work for her and take orders from her with my clothes on after this. No sense making those weird moments to come any weirder. So I simplified somewhat.

Without warning, I slid down and got myself between Tina's legs. After getting her panties down the rest of her legs, I put my head between them and got my hands back on her tits. The squeezing and deep licking ensued in short order.

While I feasted on Tina and tugged her breasts, that and her moaning made me lose track of Amy. But she got back in my line of sight when she got next to Tina, taking my left hand off her boob so she could suck it off. Thankfully, I got my left hand busy again by letting it loose on Tina's pussy.

After I fingered and licked her all at once, Tina got louder until Amy's mouth covered hers again. She kissed Amy and groaned on her mouth, while I kissed and groaned on Tina's lower mouth in return. 

"Fucking mother!" Tina called when Amy stopped kissing her. I blocked out the irony in those words and licked and rubbed her faster, until she followed up with, "Fuck, that's almost on par with Amy."

"Okay, hint taken," Amy said. Turning to me, she added, "You might not need extra hands or mouths, but here they come anyway."

I had to move over to the right as Amy laid herself next to me, settling her own head over Tina's pussy. Somehow, we made sure our heads didn't bang together, mainly by moving mine aside as Amy ate Tina out. She was returning the favor on her and then some, although I hoped I could get back in at some point.

Still, nothing stopped me from kissing other places and reminding them I was still there. As such, I kissed the outside of Tina's right thigh while my right hand rubbed her leg. My left fingers trailed over and teased her right next to Amy's head as well. 

Eventually, Amy took a breath and gave me room to go back in. After licking and teasing Tina's lower lips while still massaging her upper leg, I made room for Amy to kiss and lick her outer left thigh. Soon we took turns licking her up, with Tina seeming to like both our techniques.

Yet with both of us tasting Tina, I couldn't resist going over to kiss Amy again. She responded just as eagerly, but we still kept Tina on edge by fingering her at the same time. After we licked Tina thoroughly off each other's lips, and kept licking for good measure, we broke off and needed to get her back on our mouths.

I let Amy go first, putting my hand on the back of her head to push her in deeper. She hardly needed the help, but I did it anyway. With her likely to keep going for a while, I moved over a bit so I could put both hands on Tina's right leg, massaging it as I kissed and licked it up and down.

"Oh, I couldn't have written this better," Tina praised. "Don't hold me to that. I do need to keep busy after...oh fuck, keep getting busy!" she urged.

It was my turn to get busier, so I got Amy to take a breather. It was my turn to go between her legs and have a hand on my head push me down. Yet after a while, the hand went off me.

Moments later, I felt a hand from behind. It was cupping my balls and brushing over my cock, ensuring it was getting hard again. "There's an idea," I heard Amy mutter behind me.

A few moments later, I felt her hand on my head again -- only she was tapping it to get my attention. "Gonna need you on your feet for a sec," Amy asked, to which I reluctantly agreed.

Once I stood up next to the left of the bed, Amy stood next to me. She had Tina lay in front of us at the center, then Amy laid on her stomach and went back to eating her -- with her ass bent over for the taking.

Getting the idea, I stood behind Amy and lightly played with her pussy, as Tina's pussy filled her mouth. Soon enough, I gave her what she wanted and filled her up on the other end.

With me fucking her, Amy groaned on Tina and ate her out with even more intensity. Tina arched her hips up, trying to hump her in front like I was in the back. I was more precise, but Amy was getting it good on both ends anyway.

"Hey...don't show me up too much," Tina chided, as she tried to keep up with me in fucking Amy. However, when I slammed into her and she bit down on Tina, she corrected, "Fuck, never mind, carry on!"

"I can't too much...there won't be any left for you," I panted.

"Good point...no more time to waste, then," Tina decided. "Ames, feel like flipping over for a bit?"

"Kind of busy right now," Amy said right into Tina's crotch. However, I set the example by pulling myself out of Amy, which led to Tina backing herself away. Amy then sighed out, "Fine, I guess I got some free time."

Amy flipped herself over and laid on her back, her legs handing off the bed. I walked back and settled myself back between her legs, reinserting myself in her as Tina got herself on all fours and hovered her ass and pussy over Amy. "Oh, well in that case..." Amy conceded.

Tina lowered her ass onto Amy's face, taking up all of her attention. But while she wasn't looking at me, I made my presence known, and not just by fucking her. Now that Amy was on her back, I could fondle her tits again and rub her pussy as well -- and I didn't forget that I was in range of Tina's as well.

As my left hand fingered and rubbed Amy's center, my right reached out to touch Tina's. Amy's head and mouth was covering it, but I tried to touch Tina and help her out anyway. Yet after a good rub on Amy, she finally laid her head back down and gave me room to finger Tina too.

I got a few seconds to rub them both, then I put my hands on Tina and tried to pull her pussy apart. Amy only had room to stick her tongue out and lick the open space, yet Tina hissed and moaned all the same. But after briefly putting my thumbs in her, I let her go and let Amy go back to work, while my hands went back to work on her.

"Oh God, I should sit down. Not just on you," Tina clearly told Amy. "He still good to go?"

"Fuck...he's probably got a while left," Amy noted as I tweaked her breast and pussy, all while fucking her. Though perhaps not for much longer.

"Okay, one more scene change and we're good," Tina announced, taking herself off Amy. Once again, I realized I'd have to get out of her soon too. After a few more pumps, I stepped back while Tina got on her feet.

Amy rolled over once Tina got to me, right on time to have me sit down on the edge of the bed. At that point, Tina climbed onto me and settled on my lap, only to lift her hips up again to line up with me. After a push forward from me, she started to sink herself back down.

Tina rode me steadily as my hands went on her waist, rubbing her up and down. When they went up to her boobs, I went down to suckle her right one again. Soon, I noticed Amy sitting next to me, and she soon went and suckled Tina's left tit again.

After we did this old trick a while longer, I changed it by going up to kiss Tina, while Amy kept devouring her left breast. Tina groaned into my mouth, gently sliding her tongue in afterwards. We kissed slow and hot once again, with my right hand sliding from her boob to her filled pussy in the meantime.

When we broke, I saw Tina had her left hand on Amy's pussy, working her over now that I couldn't. Amy broke and kissed her again passionately, which made Tina ride me harder. Turning back to Amy, I tried to kiss her neck while fucking Tina, but Amy soon broke from her so she could kiss my lips anyway.

Now our faces were all together, as we traded kisses in every possible combination. Somehow, Tina kept fingering Amy and fucking me, while Amy had her hand between Tina's legs too, and I just tried to keep up kissing these two gorgeous funny ladies. I also had my right hand help Amy to rub Tina, while my left hand tried to brush her breasts too.

"Fuck it, I need one more!" Amy called. "Tina, just...stand next to us and you'll be fine!"

Tina groaned, perhaps not entirely out of arousal, so I kissed her breasts and lips while I still could. After she kissed back and briefly used her tongue, she got herself off me and stood over to my left, as Amy took her turn to get on my lap.

After settling me into her, Amy rode me quickly, clearly looking to get finished off again. I didn't think Tina had gotten off once -- but it seemed Amy's solution to that was to finger her while she stood next to us. Meanwhile, her right hand held onto me as she kept bouncing.

My left hand reached out to try and help Tina along, while my right grabbed onto Amy's chest. After watching it bounce, I bent down to suckle on her tits, letting my right hand go down to her center again. This latest attempt to finger and rub both of them at once while fucking Amy seemed to go even better, if only because they were closer.

However, Amy turned out to be even closer.

"Son of a mother...fuck, crap, fuck!" Amy groaned out, as I could only hold onto her and ride her out. Her head laid on my shoulder as she rode herself to the finish, and I rubbed her ass and pussy as extra help.

Amy finally gave out with a blissful moan of relief, making it hard for me to hold my own back. I held her against me and let her release herself on my cock, which still stayed hard through it all. But at least it was getting extra lube -- whereas we were probably neglecting poor, orgasm free Tina.

"All right, you've had your fun," Tina broke back in. "Amy, get in back while I clean you off him."

I exhaled while Amy took herself off me and stood up. Before I could stand or do anything, Tina dropped to her knees and Amy kneeled behind her. As soon as Tina took me in her mouth, Amy inserted her fingers right in her.

Now Tina was getting filled on both ends, although Amy was pounding her back end faster than she was sucking on my front. Still, Tina moaned right on me as she tasted what Amy left behind on my shaft. Even when it was cleaned off, she kept licking me up and making me shudder.

Tina was shuddering worse, though, as Amy doubled her efforts even after being drained herself. "Fuck...the weird thing is she's taking it easy..." She informed after popping off me.

"Oh, bad move. Or the best," Amy teased, before her fingers and hand went faster.

Tina seemed to think it was the best -- especially in how she took it out on my cock. She bobbled down on it, letting her mouth get fucked just like her pussy was. She bucked back on Amy and bucked her mouth forward on me, and I didn't see how I'd last through this one.

Yet Amy's talent made Tina clench and go off first. She moaned on me for a moment, but then took me out before she grit her teeth together. She also squeezed my cock as well, which took me off the absolute brink for now.

Amy finally let her fingers stay still, as Tina's juices came down on them. They stayed on her as she took her fingers out of her -- then she reached over and wiped them on my freed shaft. It didn't stay free for long.

It was Tina who licked herself up off me, going right back to work. It was Amy who came forward and went on her knees to help, as she licked me up and down after Tina came off me. Both of them then licked me up, met their tongues on my head and briefly kissed.

I was indeed lucky to last up to this point, as these two beautiful, satisfied best friends worked together anew, in sync as always.




Best Friends Forever



Amy went down to suckle my balls, teasing me with the tip of her tongue and the mirth in her lovely blue eyes. Tina went back to being slow and sensual, teasing me by swallowing me down, sucking me until I felt it in my toes, and letting me get lost in her bottomless brown eyes.

The trance broke when Tina and Amy broke from me, so they could give each other a passionate French kiss. As it turned out, they used enough tongue and saliva, it made their mouths extra wet when they went back on my cock and balls. And that was the final punch line.

Amy stayed on my balls as they drained into Tina's mouth. But I was only halfway done when Tina came off, giving Amy time to get another taste. This time, she got every remaining drop of me in her mouth, while the drops I gave Tina stayed in hers.

I trusted they would swallow me down at some point. When Amy came off my cock, they finally did -- and only then did they start kissing again.

I slid over to the middle of the bed, with the energy I had left. I left just enough room for Tina and Amy to plop over next to me, as they kissed and tasted all three of us one last time. When they finished, they finally exhaled and actually started laughing.

I just listened to Amy's imitable cackle and Tina's softer laugh, not having any words or punch lines of my own to top it. They were the writers of this little...group, not me.

"Crap. We gotta wake up early tomorrow," Amy realized. I figured as much, given that Amy had to leave tomorrow and Tina had to do more of her last 30 Rock duties. While I would go back on the clock, my duty for their special night well past us.

"Tina's still one orgasm behind us," Amy tapped me to get my attention. "I can get her there and wake her up before I gotta go. With some extra help. But only if we're up early. Unlike my characters, I can sleep more than three hours a night."

Thinking like an assistant again, I reached over and went to get my pants from the floor, then pulled out my cell phone and set the alarm. "There. We can go back on the clock then," I showed Amy. She approved while my actual boss started to go to sleep.

In a few more hours, I'd be back on the clock, serving my boss and her visiting best friend forever. Even if there were still acts of 'service' to do that weren't in the job description. Or in the cleaner thoughts of NBC Thursday and Saturday night comedy fans.



Best Friends Forever



I'm getting ahead of myself there. Let me introduce our passionate duo first. I am a playful, curious, and down-right horny brunette young adult. I have always considered myself straight, but there is one man whom I have always fantasized about. Simon is a meek blonde, who also could have a fiery temper when provoked. He never really dated anyone, and as things progressed between us, it seemed only natural that we experiment. I have always masturbated a lot, but when I do I don't considered myself gay although I'm thinking about things Simon and I might do with each other. We play a game we invented called, "don't be a fag." I know that is sounds terrible, but were very naive when we invented it, but it worked for us. It worked to create the moments that got us to this story. I am always getting-off from the "wrongness" of it all. It would have been terrible if I was caught doing anything sexual with him. My whole family would probably disown me, but I couldn't help myself when these perverted thoughts crept into my head—Simon is my best friend after all! We had always been mates. Growing up in nearby flats, I had pretty much gotten to know everything about him. 

Our parents trusted us alone, because we were boys, and boys simply don't do sexual things with other boys. That was the Christian motto. Maybe never formally verbalized, but that was it. We didn't know any girls our age, and it was a time of hormonal change. All it took to set us on the path of sin was discovering our father's stash of adult magazines and videos. We grew up looking at each other's stolen porn. The picture of girls, girls and guys, girls and girls, it was a fruitful time of innocence. We were horny boys growing up, so sometimes things became interesting.

It was on the evening following my eighteenth birthday. I was feeling depressed because I had done anything fun the day prior. I frankly didn't have many friends at that point in my life. My one and only friend, my best friend, wasn't going to be in town for another week. He had gone with his parents on a vacation. It really wasn't fair, I thought: I had helped him celebrate his eighteenth birthday six months ago. Maybe it was that we were so close in age that family and other friends often thought we looked like twins, only one boy blonde, and the other brunette. Now I was a man by state qualifications. I could smoke and I could go to war. I wanted to party and meet girls. Honestly, I wanted to fuck a girl. I had never done that. Not yet anyway. I had ate Sarah's pussy that one time. She tasted like strawberries and cream. I imagined the strawberries, she provided the cream. But other than a taste of dessert, I would have counted myself as a virgin. I know what I said about the horny boys growing up together, but those times certainly never amounted to anything I'd call sex. While these thoughts of lust were arousing my member, I suddenly heard a knock at the door.

He was standing there in the doorway. His hair was as wet as his clothes. It was raining out, and he stood in the doorway dripping wet. 

"Happy birthday," he said.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on vacation with your parents?" I asked. 

"Yeah, but we came home early. I don't want to talk about it." He said earnestly, and in a strange voice.

At this point I invited him inside. After he dried off, we talked for a bit. His parents were fighting. Talking about divorce. He changed the subject abruptly and asked if I wanted to play truth or dare. It was an odd request, but for some reason I didn't want to reject it. In fact, considering my previous wonton boner, I perked up (so to speak) to some dirty subconscious desire now stirring as we spoke. I accepted his proposal and we stripped to our underwear. This had been customary in previous games, but we never went beyond that whitey-tightly boundary, but tonight was different.

On this summer evening of horn-dog private time we invented a new game. This game evolved on its own. It was only dares. It started somewhere a few turns into the original truth or dare game and then after neither one of us seemed to want a truth. The idea would be to write the dares on little notes and take turns randomly picking them up and reading them out loud. The dare was unavoidable, whatever you read from your little note was the thing you were going to do. It became a competition of determination. Neither of us were willing to back down from a challenge and wanted to see what kind of limits we could find. Most of the dares we each began to write on the notes mostly solo dares. At least, mine were. I did get brave and I wrote a few double dares: that meaning we both did the dare together. My double dares were to kiss each other, rub our each other's dick through his underwear, and dry hump. 

The game ensued and we were drawing dares like: "kiss", "play with yourself", "flash the other", "reach your hand down his underwear and touch the other boy's dick", "touch his butt" , "copy a pose from a naughty magazine", and "make a fake moan." Nothing naked, nor overtly sexual. Although, when he drew the "reach your hand down his underwear and touch the other boy's dick" note and we performed the task, my man-meat sprang to life. I hardly felt my body's response to his touch because I was in awe at the flesh held in my own hand. His member was rock-hard with a few soft veins. It didn't seem as long as mine, maybe only seven inches, nor was it very thick. It was a quarter size if you'd grip a coin around the circumference. Mine was probably eight inches long and silver dollar thick. But it was the smoothness of his skin that surprised me the most. He was baby soft and shaven. We squeezed our hand around the other person's genitals and stroke like we'd stroke our own. It had to be one minute, then we'd resume the game and be done with the awkward closeness. He stroke me slow, to the point I barely felt it, but I was so focused on the sensation of his cock pulsing in my hand for me to notice. The alarm sounded, and when I withdrew my hand a little tickle caught the side of my face. I swiped my tainted hand across my cheek to scratch it when I felt the warm goo sticking to my fingertips, and in a moment of horror and sexual intensity I inadvertently smeared a streak of it across my bottom lip. I could taste it before I even puckered my lips together. It was terribly salty and almost bitter. It was in that moment I felt mortified he knew what I had just done, but honestly I don't know if he even knew the response his dick had made to my touch. He was himself quickly scooting away, adjusting his posture, and trying not to look at me. Maybe I had dribbled on his hand as well, so I thought, looking down at the bulge in my underwear, there was indeed a moist spot darkening the cloth. 

It was a few more turns into the game, when I pulled a card of his making: "suck dick" it said. I didn't know how to respond, I was in shock. I hadn't expected him to write anything that erotic! "Well?" he said, looking at me queerly and removed his underwear. 

"ok, but no more than a minute" I reluctantly said, half wishing I could spring on this opportunity to explore my new life as a man, no longer a boy fantasizing about dirty forbidden desires. 

He laid back on the bed and I awkwardly climbed on top of him. I crawled from his feet up to his hips. I adverted my eyes from his gaze. I tried to look elsewhere, but all I could focus on was his hard thin dick. It was smaller than mine, and as I had learned accidentally, he had released a clear seminal fluid that made the surface of his skin tacky the moment I grasped a hold. 

I quickly darted my mouth around him and began sucking him off. The entire width and length of his member fit easily into my mouth. I had a mouthful of that bitter and salty taste; how much pre-cum could he produce? For what felt like an eternity that doesn't last long enough when you wish back onto it, I slobbered his shaft from top to bottom. I felt dizzy and I could taste only the warm sourness leaking from his pee-hole. I gagged a little when I went too far down and quickly surfaced for air. 

"That's enough," he said. 

I climbed off of him, wiped my clean hand across my mouth and acted disgusted. His eyes were glazed over, and he stared at me the same way he had when he was standing in the rain. 

"Do you want to stop playing?" he asked sourly, to which I quickly replied, "no" almost stammering. 

"If we stop now, you've one up me, I had to suck you off and dammit, it's my birthday, you better suck me at least," I said in a jesting sort of way. 

He grinned slyly and said "well, I suppose a blow job would be the ultimate gift, but I've got to draw the dare or you'll just have to be the only fag here." 

The word "fag" came out forced and his voice choked when he said it. I felt like I had offended him somehow, but wasn't sure what had all just happened. I wanted to say something that might continue the game without causing anymore weird conversation between us in this manner, instead, I said, "It wasn't like I wanted to do it, it was a dare, it doesn't count." 

To my relief, we stopped talking, and he drew the next dare. It wasn't anything to gawk at, nothing worth mentioning when compared to what had just happened. The game continued this way, uneventfully until he drew a little card that I had coaxed along.

During the queer silent turns, we inadvertently rubbed the front of our genitals, and both of us found ourselves playing the game in the nude. At one point, he got up and went to the restroom. I quickly began peeking at the notes in the pile, looking for more dirty dares that he had wrote. I found one that caught my attention: "Copy the sex acts in a porno." 

This was it! This was the dare to end all dares, but only if one of us drew it. I quickly began culling some of the solo dares hoping he wouldn't notice when he got back. To my outstanding luck, he not only didn't notice, he drew the prized dare upon the next draw.

I put in a film that had a mixture of sex scenes. It was probably over ten hours long, including plenty of girl-girl scenes: my favorite. We decided to fast forward the video to a random spot and do everything the two girls were doing at that spot in the video. We'd copy the sex acts as closely as we could being members of the opposite sex from our film doubles, but we were bound to enacting it as true as we might. Furthermore, we set a timer that we agreed wasn't too short for this dare, but wasn't any longer than we wanted to admit we would have liked. The timer was set for five minutes and we stopped the VHS and hit play. 

Two sexy and sweaty girls were heavily engaged in an act of 69. One moaned loudly as she buried her tongue into the cootchy of the other, and the other girl drilled her with two fingers. I looked over at my friend for confirmation and saw his eyes meet mine in silent understanding. He seemed to want to try it as much as I now wanted to try it. He told me he wanted to be the girl on the bottom, and laid back onto the sofa. "What about the fingering?" I asked, referring to the girl on top who seemed like she was digging for gold in her receptive partner's cunt. 

"What about it?" He answered casually, then added, "I guess you'll have to put a finger or two in me." 

I didn't say anything more; instead, I mounted him just as the girl was positioned in the movie. Before my head even lowered, I felt his lips wrap around my dangling hard-on. I'm not sure I didn't shoot my load right there and then, but I didn't. A moan nearly escaped my mouth, so I suppressed it with his cock. His knees rose and his ass became more accessible. Our position was identical to the girls in the movie, but we weren't really moaning, and I hadn't yet put my fingers in him. He stopped sucking, and shyly admonished me for not following directions. I spit on two fingers, my pointer and middle, then pushed them into his rear. He convulsed a little, and his penis swelled. I resumed my sucking along with the fingering, and he resumed his sucking. His asshole was warm and tender feeling inside. My fingers felt crammed together, so I tried to wiggle them apart. This caused his penis to pulse and tremble in my mouth. Three minutes into this, the girls switched positions. They sat up, wrapped their arms around each other and rubbed their cunts together. We stopped 69ing, sat in a similar manner, and pressed our ass cheeks, balls, and dicks together as if we might instead have vaginas. We rubbed against each other in a clumsy way, trying to stroke our dicks while they pressed together. 

We were both hard: I don't remember ever being harder than at that exact moment. But it didn't last, not in the least. When our video timer ran its course, we jumped away from each other like the other had the plague. We didn't play anymore that day, we just got dressed in an awkward silent way. He left and I was alone. I masturbated until that level of euphoria that crescendos the orgasm washed over me, and my hand felt the warm goo spit up. It squirted higher than usual and hit my nipple. It was after this period that I began to think about him and me performing some gay sexual act whenever I touched myself.

Years later we played the game again. We were living on our own now, sharing a place for cheaper rent. Neither of us were dating anyone, although I had been with a girl a few months prior. Her name was Melissa, and she loved giving blow jobs, but never let me put my dick between her legs. I was still a virgin in that respect. It was over the course of our dating that Melissa decided things weren't working out, and so we broke up. Now I was a bachelor living with my bachelor friend and we talked constantly about fucking girls and getting pussy even though neither were having any luck in the reality of the thing. 

This time, when we started up the game, it was after we had been drinking for a couple of hours. After our usual horny abatement, I concluded we should watch a porn while we partied. He agreed, and put a film in that had a lot of guy and girl, double penetration gang bang stuff. We had a few more drinks before he said, "Remember your eighteenth birthday?" 

"Yeah, what about it?" I said; my cheeks instantly glowing red from the alcohol and the memory.

"Well, what if we play that game again?"

"Yeah, that'd be alright," I said slowly, "what if we up the ante so-to-speak?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Let's agree to a dare, but it's the only dare we can back down from if we want"

"Ok"

And that was it. 

That was all it took to mutually agreed to add the most forbidden dare we could imagine. The dare was bluntly worded—"Fuck." The dare would be the last boundary of friendship. We'd become a part of some hormone-driven fraternity if either one drew that dare. We never fully discussed the course of the dare, but each felt we had our own implications for what was expected. Despite the brazenness of our inebriated ambitions, we never drew the dare. 

The game saw us strip naked, playing with each other's exposed dicks, occasionally sucking the other, and even a few times we innocently tried to get our dicks inside each other's asshole, but our virgin-drunken foolishness told us nothing of lube so we failed at that. 

Finally, the dares led to us sucking each other for an extended amount of time. Being both drunk and horny, we decided to 69, just like we had done before. We rolled some dice and determined we'd 69 for ten minutes straight, however, we forgot to set the alarm and we ended up sucking dick on the couch for nearly an hour.

We were both naked, so he laid back on the couch as before, but rather mount myself directly over top of him, I rolled to the side of the couch and offered that he turn sideways as well. He obeyed and laying so close to one another with his penis touching my lips and mine on his. He started sucking and exploring the length of my stiff. I took a deep breath and welcomed his hard stiff into my mouth. We got lost in the excitement and the pleasure, but when the trance ended, it ended in dual ecstasy. I don't remember who climaxed first, but it happened so quickly that we did it in near unison. I gulped and tried not to swallow. I must have feared it'd be the end of the world or something if I did. It would certainly be a "fag" thing to do, which meant I had lost the game. My hips were bucking and tears were welling up in my eyes. His hand stroked me and he sucked me dry. I also kept his member in motion on and over my tongue while he too drained every drop into my mouth. We each sat up in silence and sat there looking surprised and anxious toward the other.

His wad floated around on my tongue as I tried to furtively swish it in my mouth. He seemed to be hesitating in a similar fashion. Neither of us wanted to admit we had sucked up cum into our mouth. We must have thought that somehow the other hadn't known that he had had an orgasm. Seeing a moment pass in hesitant silence, I suddenly swallowed not knowing what else to do. It was a "fag" sort of thing to do, and I was forfeiting the game but for some reason it seemed like that was what I ought to do. The thick goop slid off the back of my tongue and down into my throat. I gulped hard and overly apparent. 

Then he started laughing. 

I was in mortified at first, not sure what I had just done, but quickly realized that he was laughing at our inexperience. It also passed my consciousness that he was in-fact laughing. Because of this new revelation, I knew that he too had resolved his "fag" situation the same as I had, so I laughed with him.

The party night ended with that, and we didn't talk about any of it for years after. Eventually we both started dating seriously, and hardly hung around at our flat. We still shared the place together, and still drank and watched porn, but it was on rare occasions. There was hardly a time when either one of our girlfriends would be hanging around or it was just a "guys only" night. 

But one night, we found ourselves in that very rare predicament. Somehow, after drinking and watching porn again. The movie was a girl getting ass fucked and sucking cock in repetition. "That's hot," I said pointing to the TV.

"Yeah, I'd do that if I were a girl," he meekly said, then added, "why can't girls I know be like that?"

"That's probably one of the gayest things you have ever said"

He blushed, smiled, then frowned when he retorted, "not the gayest thing you have done!"

"Or you," I added and reached over and playfully touched the bulge through his jeans. This started a conversation about previous cabarets of debauchery. It started with the usual talk about the girls, fantasies, masturbation, and then we started reminiscing about our past exploits together. "Do you ever wonder what anal sex would feel like?" He asked, not really paying attention to his own words. "Yeah," I confessed, then feeling a little dizzy, I added, "I have my girlfriend's dildo." He smiled and nodded, but said nothing.

I wasn't sure how to take that as a response, but I added, "I also have lube." 

"Have you ever used it-or had it used? You know, on you?" He queried.

"No"

To this, he replied, "Good," and he rounded the conversation to our game. The porn movie had two girls spitting cum back and forth between their mouths after blowing two guys who had fucked them orgy style. I began to strip down to my underwear, Simon followed suit and tore paper into little notes. He suggested we use the toy to our disposal and make it the most hard-core "gay test" we could stomach, "After all," he said, "If you end up with a dildo in your ass, then you're a fag." I eagerly agreed, but had to add, "Just because you put a dildo in your butt, doesn't make you gay." 

He handed me a pen and some paper and said, "I'm going to write a dare for that toy of yours, do you mind?" 




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"No, go ahead, Stacy will never know. But what are you thinking of doing?"

He didn't answer my question. Instead, he secretly wrote his dare and threw it into the pile with the others. 

It was only five dares into the game when he pulled a note that had "FUCK" printed in bold capital letters from the pile. 

I had completely forget that we had included that dare last time. It seemed so foreign to me now. I looked at it for a moment, and I knew that was the whole purpose of this evening. "I have to do whatever you want me to do," I said, making up my rules for the dare on the spot. I didn't know how many more chances I'd get playing this game with him, and so I wanted to make this one count. He smiled and replied, "No time limit."

"Ok"

"Get that toy and lube" he said looking at me mischievously.

I thought that I knew his intentions the moment he mentioned the dildo. I thought that he was going to put the thing in me and fuck me with it until I came. I could only hope he'd let me do the same to him, but for some reason I didn't think this dare was going to include anything except the dildo. I didn't even know if I was going to fuck him with it, all I could conclude at that moment was I was going to be fucked with a dildo and I was going to lose the game. I was terribly upset with myself for telling him about the blue spongy toy. I felt like I had just missed out on something more that could have happened between us, like actual penis and anus penetration, but instead would now take some other form. I wasn't entirely sure if I wanted to be fucked in the ass by another man, but certainly if I was going to go this far, I wanted more than a goddamn toy. 

Up until this point, I had hoped I would have drawn the card because I'd get my way of fulfilling fantasies I hadn't yet come to terms with, but now that the prospect of him doing my ass with the dildo was all I had to look forward to. He asked me if I wanted to back out of the dare, to which, I told him I wasn't the type to back down from a challenge, he ought to know that. He smiled and suggested we do it in the shower, since we'd be clean then. Logically, I knew he didn't need to be naked to do this dare, but I wasn't going to argue. I was on the cusp of new sensations and didn't want to risk ruining anything. 

I agreed, and we strolled naked into the bathroom. I had always wondered what it might feel like using the dildo, but was never brave enough to try for myself. Now I was going to have him walking me through this new experience and I wasn't sure what the outcome could even be. 

His body was lean and muscular, and his ass barely jiggled when he led the way. I stopped into my bedroom and retrieved the toy and the lube. He looked back at me with an odd consonance. I bit my lower lip nervously, and he smiled. 

"Come on, are you going to back out of this dare?" He asked trying to sound macho. 

"Of course not," I said, and absentmindedly touched my dick. 

I was already hard, and I noticed he was as well. He turned the water on and stepped in. I watched the beads drip down his naked body. I wasn't exactly attracted to him, I've never been attracted to men, but I desperately craved experimenting with him. I stepped into the shower along-side, and set the toy and lube on the tub's ledge. 

"Now what?" I asked nervously. 

"We should kiss first," he said grabbing my prick with his right hand and pulling me toward him with his left. I was instantly on cloud nine and obeyed.

I subdued and parted my lips with my eyes closed. One of my hands found his little familiar dagger poking against my hip. I squeezed it and began jacking him off. He did the same for me, and I felt his free hand on my ass cheek. We kissed and his tongue pushed its way into my mouth. I sucked it like I was practicing for his shaft. He let out a silent moan. We were both shaking violently, but our bodies were betraying everything we had ever been told. The hand on my ass squeezed my bum and an oily finger probed my anus. I pressed against him and moaned.

The shower continued with heavy petting and kissing. Finally agreeing that the time had come, I turned away from him and got onto my hands and knees. I positioned my ass into the air. My face rested on the shower floor and without hesitation he slowly inserted two lubed fingers. It was an awkward feeling, but it felt good. His fingers danced inside me. Then, he began stroking my cock with his other hand. Once I was good and hard, lubed, and relaxed, he took his hands back and slowly impregnated me with the toy. It hurt at first. It stretched me apart and I cried out. Suddenly, in a strange sober sort of way, I questioned everything that was taking place, but he didn't ask if he should stop. Rather, he increased the penetration and the speed to which he began fucking me with it. As pleasure over took me, my concerns melted away. I no longer thought about anything other than feeling that synthetic rod deep within my behind. 

He was pushing and pulling the big blue dong in and out of my ass with such force and passion I felt like I was going to shit myself. The thought was extremely embarrassing, so I fought against it and masturbated my own dick as he did this to me. I bucked my hips with each of his hand thrusts. I began to involuntarily moan. He didn't seem to notice. I thought to myself that I might actually cum from this, and wasn't sure what would happen if I did. How long had we been doing this? Maybe five minutes, maybe ten, I didn't know. The pleasure was too much, and I let out a loud gasped cry, "Oh fuck!" 

He suddenly stopped and pulled the toy from my ass. My heart beat heavily as I tried to catch my breath, fearing I had somehow crossed a line of "do's and don'ts" of our situation. My ass was still swinging in the air, my face down near the shower drain. The terrible idea came that he had concluded the dare; that this was it. I bit my lower lip in frustration and fear. I wish I had drawn the dare, for fuck's sake, it was supposed to be ultimate, and an erotic shower where he drilled my ass with a dildo until I edged wasn't as ultimate as it had seemed stepping into the situation. But then, as I started to sit up, I felt him push me back down and I felt something softer, more forgiving than the hard blue dildo enter me.

I thought about protesting, but realized my fantasy had finally come to light. His cock was slimy from the lube, and he wasted no time in taking my anal virginity. I welcomed him inside and ejaculated a surprised gasp and moaning whimper. He too moaned as he fucked me from behind. His testicles slapped against mine and I felt him pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. He pressed forward, leaning his whole weight against me. The water streamed down on us, and splashed back into my eyes. I reached behind me with both hands and clasped my ass cheeks apart: spreading my opening for him. His right hand took over the job of my masturbating hand and he stroked me in rhythm with his thrusting hips.

Thin sticky strands of pre-cum dribbled from my dick. Letting my asshole tighten around his cock, I let go of my ruby red cheeks and stretched my hands out in front of me. I grasped at imaginary bedsheets. He went faster with both his hand and his hips. I began to moan loudly, no longer holding any inhibitions back. My dick pulsed in his hand, and he breathed heavily on the back of my neck. 

"Cum for me," he gasped between moans. 

I bit my lip hard and screamed as wave after wave of semen poured from my cock. His hand never stopped nor slowed, and his humping became rough. Each time he pounded his body against my rump there was a loud smack and slap. My penis was sensitive and painful to his touch now that I had had such an orgasm, but he prevented it from going soft. He kept stroking it. His own penis seemed to fill the void in my guts more than the toy had done, and I could feel warm seepage running down the back of my balls. 

"Cum for me again," he said, this time begging, but it was more than I could bare.

"Oh Simon, Fuck me!" I panted and wavered on the brink of a second orgasm. 

He let go of my dick, and grabbed my arms. He guided them each behind my back where he held them tight against my body as he pinned me face down into the shower floor. His thrusting hurt a little, but not so much that I wanted it to stop at all. I moaned and cried and begged him to fuck me hard and to touch my dick again. I desperately wanted to cum again, but he wasn't allowing me that option this time despite his previous command. He just plowed his dick repeatedly into my bucking ass. 

Again, I felt that strange urge that I might shit or even piss myself. I wanted him to stop now, but the feeling was too good to stop. Tears welled up in my eyes and I couldn't stop moaning if I had tried. I thought I might cum without any hand stroking my dick. Indeed, I looked down and saw that an endless flow of piss-like semen streamed from my twitching cock. His organ milked me as he readied himself for his own orgasm. 

He didn't slow down, instead he quickened his humping and I felt his cock growing inside of me. I felt like my bowels were turning inside out-that I was shitting his dick out every time it plopped out of my sore-red opening. All my energy seemed to drain from my penis each time he thrust into me. It was like an endless orgasm. My moans changed into wavering whimpers and cries, and I begged him not to stop.

"Oh fuck . . . Oh yeah . . . Oh fuck me . . . please . . . please fu . . . ck . . . me . . . don't . . . stop!"

That's when he pulled me up into an arch and fucked me until he filled me full of his white juice. 

"I'm going to cum," he warned me, to which I turned my head to kiss him and the word "please" pouted from my lips. He fed me his tongue and we molded into one being; our rhythm symmetrically countering each other in a wild hump. In our heat, I must have bitten his lip because I thought I tasted blood. I didn't hurt, yet Simon didn't seem to be hurt. I turned my lips to his earlobe and whispered "oh Simon, I'll be your best friend forever . . ." I began, "please . . ." I whined and darted my tongue into his ear and euphorically gasped "cuminsideme" in one syllable as semen spurted forth from me. This did the trick, and he yelled and moaned and sucked hickeys into my neck from behind. I looked down and saw long streamers of liquid-cum dripping from my swinging testicles. He pulled himself out of me that made a suction, plop sound. I rolled onto my back and let the shower wash over me. 

"Switch?" I asked in long exhales of breath. 

Exhausted, he could only nod and smile. 

The night continued switching and experimenting new positions in the shower, on the bed, on the floor, all over the house. I lost track of how many times either of us had had an orgasm. We had finally become more than friends. We continued dating, but made time to be alone with each other. Our girlfriends didn't have a clue to what we were doing at night when they weren't around. Best friends forever, bound together through the secret of forbidden lust. Just as we will forever be friends, we will forever cum together.