Fosta

 It happened on a Sunday afternoon. I had worked the previous night, so
spent most of that day asleep. When I finally crawled out of bed and
staggered to the bathroom, I found Fosta and Scott laying together on the
couch, watching a video. I pissed, grabbed a shower, shaved and
brushed my teeth before walking into the livingroom to flop in the recliner
and see what they were watching.

The movie was some unkown 'B' action flick, and it wasn't long before I
realized they weren't really concerned with watching the movie. Scott
was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, and Fosta was in sweats.
Obviously they'd enjoyed a good fuck while I was asleep and, seeing
Scott's hands (from the corner of my eye) slowly exploring her body, I
suspected they'd be returning to the bedroom long before the movie was
over.

Still half asleep, I went to the kitchen to grab a Coke, for a much needed
caffeine fix, and returned to find Fosta had gone to the bathroom. Scott
was stretched out on the couch, arms folded across his chest, intently
focused on the movie. I dropped back in the recliner, cracking my Coke,
and got a surprise. As I took my first slug off the drink, Scott said...

" How was work last night? "

He'd barely ever spoken to me, and certainly hadn't ever asked about my
job before. I glanced over to see him looking at me, and answered...

" Not bad. Saturday nights are always pretty busy. "

I turned back to the movie. He continued...

" That must be pretty cool... "

I swung my head back to him. He paused, then finished...

" Working around all the porn. "

He'd given me an opening. I smiled my most twisted, evil smile and said...

" Yeah, it's pretty wild. "

He smiled and added...

" If I worked there, I'd have a hard-on all the time. "

With that, he stretched a little and thrusted his hips forward. In a quick
look, I noticed the outline of his big, soft dick through his jeans. He saw
me look, then unfolded his arms, stretched and yawned, noisily, and
dropped one hand to hide his bulge. Bummer. I'd made him
uncomfortable.

I laughed at his hard-on comment then, figuring my peek at his dick had
killed our conversation, turned back to the TV. A moment later, he said...

" You ever get any hot chicks that come in there? "

Surprised, I glanced back over at him, then got an even bigger surprise.
He hadn't moved his hand to HIDE his bulge, but moved it to RUB his
bulge! Damn. He looked at me, just as casual as can be, while slowly
rubbing his dick. What the fuck was he doing? I stuttered a little when I
answered his question...

" Sometimes chicks come in to buy toys... like a vibrator or dildo. "

His hand kept rubbing as he grinned...

" No shit? You help chicks pick out vibrators? "

Suddenly I was into it. Obviously he was. Smile. I added...

" Sure. Some chicks want a big one... some just a small one. "

He grinned even wider and snickered...

" Damn, that's a trip. I'd get off on that. You guys hiring? "

He'd made a joke, and we both laughed. During the laugh I took another
look at his hand. His dick had gotten considerably bigger. I let my eyes
linger for a few moments, letting him know I was enjoying watching him.
His hand stopped rubbing and gave his cock a good squeeze, pulling on it
a little. That's about the time mine began getting hard! Smile.

I heard the bathroom door open, and Scott crossed his arms again as
Fosta appeared and joined him on the couch. She noticed his growing
bulge, too, and layed down on top of him (on her stomach.) She smiled an
evil smile and began whispering to him. I turned back to the movie. A few
minutes later, I saw her sit up (in my peripheral) and she called my name.
When I looked over, she was smiling that evil smile and said...

" Do you want to come in the bedroom with us? "

Absolutely MORTIFIED, I said...

" No, that's okay. Thanks. "

She ha-rumphed and leaned over to whisper something else to Scott, he
nodded, then she gave me another sinister look and said...

" Fine. We'll just stay here then. "

The tone of her voice scared the hell out of me, and I quickly scope locked
on the TV. It wasn't long before I found out what she had planned. I
heard some serious kissing, then (in my peripheral) I saw Scott stand up,
unzip his jeans and step out of them.

Fosta was sitting in front of him, and there was absolutely no doubts as to
what was happening. She was sucking his dick. I couldn't see her, and
only his back, so I took a quick look. There he was, standing completely
naked just a few feet away. His ass was perfectly round, pure white with
dark tan lines at his waist and the tops of both, muscular legs. His body
was absolutely incredible.

Although I knew they were doing it for me to watch, I turned back to the
TV. Even though I wanted like hell to see Scott, I had NO desire to see
him and Fosta together. Eeeesh!

Well, too bad. Smile. After a few minutes of oral play, Fosta dropped
back on the couch and Scott pulled off her sweat pants. Thankfully, he
left her top on. A few moments later, the distinct sounds of two bodies
slapping together. He was fucking her... right there on the couch! She
began moaning a little, then he stopped for a moment to adjust her on the
couch, then began thrusting again. My heart was filled with terror. It was
like driving by a bad car wreck... you don't want to look, but you can't help
yourself. You've just GOT to look!

Fuck it. I turned and looked. Fosta was propped at an angle on the
couch, with her back in the corner, and Scott was holding her legs up (just
like in a porn movie!) while he pumped his cock into her. Damn, his cock
was big! It must have been about ten or eleven inches, and was thick as
hell. Thankfully, Fosta's head was turned away from me. I couldn't have
watched if she'd been looking at me. Even though it was 'straight' sex, I
couldn't take my eyes off them. The sight of Scott's big cock sliding in and
out, in and out was incredible. He didn't make a single noise. He was like
a machine. A big, silent, well oiled machine meant for fucking. Damn, he
was hot!

That's just about when Fosta began moaning... loudly. It definitely broke
the spell I'd been under while watching Scott. I turned back to the TV,
almost gritting my teeth as she slowly became louder and louder. Just as I
was about to make a break for my bedroom, I heard a sharp gasp come
from Scott. I turned just in time to see him pull out and stroke his cock
over Fosta's lower stomach. A large, thick burst of cum blasted from his
huge cock, followed by a second, then a third, fourth and fifth. He
groaned quietly with each spurt as he milked his big dick and worked to
empty his nuts. Finally, slowing his strokes and letting out a long sigh, he
sat back on his knees (against the coffee table.)

I quickly spun my head back to the TV. I heard Fosta laugh, she'd seen me
look away, and I saw Scott's head turn in my peripheral. A moment later,
Fosta stood, trying not to drip cum on the floor, skirted the coffee table
and grinned at me as she headed to the bathroom...

" Does the hampster have a woodie? "

She laughed and I felt my face turn very red as she disappeared from the
room. Again, in my peripheral, I saw Scott climb onto the couch. A
moment later, he chuckled and said...

" Damn, dude, that felt great. "

Without thinking, I turned and looked. He was looking directly at me,
sitting with his legs spread, his big dick (half hard) laying across one leg.
He saw me look at his dick and smiled, picking it up to give me a better
look...

" Big motherfucker, ain't it? "

I laughed, very weakly, and said "yeah," then quickly turned back to the
TV. A moment later, Fosta returned with a washcloth and handed it to
Scott. He wiped his dick while she pulled her sweat pants on, then took
the rag and returned to the bathroom. He made no move to get dressed,
but folded his hands behind his head and simply started watching the
movie.

Wondering if he was going to get dressed was just about to drive me crazy
when Fosta suddenly peeked into the livingroom and said she was going
to take a quick shower. As the faucets squeaked on, Scott stood,
stretched and asked...

" You mind if I grab a Coke? "

I said "no, go ahead" and, yes, I glanced over. Smile. What a body! His
big dick was swinging between his legs, nestled in thick brown hair, and I
caught a tiny glimpse of two big, hairy nuts hanging below his softening
dick.

He disappeared into the kitchen, then returned, sucking down Coke, and
paused beside me for a moment. I didn't have the nerve to look, but saw
him casually fondle his dick from the corner of my eye before he bent over
and grabbed his jeans off the floor. Damn! He stepped into them,
adjusted himself, zipped and sat back down on the couch. A few moments
later, he said very casually...

" So, are you like... gay, or bisexual? "

His question surprised me, and I asked him to repeat it. When he had, I
debated for a split second, then answered...

" Gay. "

He nodded, took another swig of soda then said...

" That's what I thought. "

A moment later, he added...

" That's cool. "

Then the follow up question...

" Do you have, like... a boyfriend or anything? "

I quickly answered...

" No. "

Again...

" That's cool. "

A few minutes passed before he hit me with the inevitable question. The
question every straight dude asks when he first talks to you about being
gay...

" So, you don't like women at all? "

Fuck it. I laughed...

" Nope. Not at all. "

He contemplated that for a few moments, then smiled...

" I guess helping chicks pick out vibrators doesn't do much for you, then. "

I laughed and said "I'm afraid not. " He laughed (an honest, friendly
laugh,) and took long pull of his soda! I suddenly liked him. I suddenly
wanted him. Badly! He finished the soda in three, long gulps, then
crumpled the can, belched and walked to the kitchen and tossed it in the
trash. When he came back, he passed through to the bedroom and put
his shirt and shoes on, then paused in the bathroom to tell Fosta he had to
leave. (Had to get home before the wife!)

As he passed me, heading for the door, he took a fake swing at my
shoulder (like he was going to punch me) and said...

" Take it easy, man. Catch ya on the flip side. "

I flinched at his swing (just a little!) then laughed and said "see ya, Scott. "

When Fosta returned to the livingroom she was all smiles and giggles.
We went through the whole 'woodie' routine again, then she asked what I
thought of her 'stud.' All I could say was...

" He has an incredible body. "

She grinned and added...

" Wanna suck his big pee-pee? "

I laughed. She didn't. I stopped. She smiled...

" Well, do you? "

I smiled...

" Yeah, right. "

She just looked at me and smiled. I was suddenly frightened again.