My Weekend With Alex

I smiled reassuringly, taking his hand in mine. “Alex is my gay griend from college. We’ve been friends for years, and I promised him I would come visit this weekend. It’s nothing serious, just a friendly visit.”

 
Sebastian nodded, but I could tell there was still a hint of unease in his eyes. I squeezed his hand gently, trying to convey my sincerity. “I’ll miss you, but I promise to be back before you know it.”

I couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that lingered in the back of my mind. I hated the idea of leaving him for even a few days. But I had made a promise to Alex, and I couldn’t back out now. I owed him for coming through for me.


That night, while we lay together in bed, Sebastian surprised me with a full body massage. His hands worked wonders on my tense muscles, and I couldn’t help but relax into his touch. As the massage turned sensual, my arousal mounted and I found myself yearning for him.

We made love with a passion that bordered on desperation, our bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and hearts. I felt a connection with him that went beyond physical desire, a deep bond that transcended words and actions.

As we lay spent and breathless in each other’s arms, I knew that I would miss him more than I had ever thought possible. But I also knew that our love was strong enough to withstand any distance or time apart.





The next morning, I packed my bags and set out for Alex’s apartment, my heart heavy with the weight of leaving Sebastian behind. But as I drove my car through the city streets, I couldn’t shake the feeling of excitement and anticipation that bubbled within me.

When I arrived at Alex’s apartment, I was greeted with open arms and warm smiles.

Alex and I lounged on his couch, catching up on each other’s lives, the last time I was with him at the beach house we didn't even get a chance to catch up. While we talked he casually mentioned that his boyfriend, Justin, was coming over later that evening. I knew exactly what that meant – things were about to get steamy.



When Justin arrived, Alex introduced us with a mischievous glint in his eye. They both made me watch a little gay porn with them, and I have to admit, it was undeniably hot. The chemistry between them was palpable, and I found myself getting turned on just from watching.

As the night progressed, things took a more intimate turn. Alex and Justin couldn’t keep their hands off each other, their passion evident in every touch and kiss. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as they slowly undressed each other, their movements fluid and sensual.

When they finally started fucking, it was a sight to behold. The way they moved together, completely lost in each other, was mesmerizing. I felt a warmth spreading through me, watching the love and desire they shared so openly.

Alex motioned for me to join them. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but my body was already responding to the scene before me. My pussy was dripping wet just from a few minutes of watching them, and I knew I couldn’t resist any longer.

Alex whispered in my ear, his voice husky with desire, telling me to ride Justin. I straddled him, feeling his hardness pressed against me, I started moving my hips in time with his thrusts. But then, Alex spread my butt cheeks started kissing, sucking and licking and thrusting his tongue up my butt hole. It was something that had never happened to me before. (Later they explained what it was and told me it was called analingus better known as rimming. Hehe, I was learning new things and I couldn't wait to try them with my step brothers)

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I went wild on top of Justin, riding him harder. I had to admit gay sex was beautiful.


I gasped as Alex nudged me, his voice low and commanding. “Relax, baby,” he murmured, his words sending a rush of heat straight to my core. I closed my eyes and let myself go, surrendering to the sensations washing over me.

And Justin’s tongue continued to explore my sensitive butt hole, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I gasped and moaned, my body trembling with ecstasy as he worked his magic. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within me.

As Justin pleasured my ass with his tongue, Alex began to thrust into me slowly, his movements deliberate and intense. I moaned, lost in a haze of pleasure and desire. The sensation of being filled by him was overwhelming, sending me spiraling towards the edge of oblivion.

I surrendered myself completely to the pleasure, my body aching for release. And then, as if sensing my need, Alex quickened his pace, his thrusts deep and intoxicating. I cried out, my world reduced to a vortex of sensation and pleasure.

I gasped and moaned, my body thrumming with pleasure as they took me to heights of ecstasy I had never before experienced. I shattered into a million pieces, lost in a whirlwind of sensation and desire.

As I lay on the bed, the afterglow of my own pleasure still tingling through my body, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight before me. Alex and Justin continued to fuck, they moved together in perfect sync, their bodies entwined as Justin thrust into Alex’s ass. The way they moaned and gasped with each movement was almost hypnotic, a dance of desire and ecstasy.

But it wasn’t just the physical act that captivated me. It was the way their faces reflected a mix of pleasure, trust, and longing. Alex’s eyes were closed, his full lips parted as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through him. Justin’s expression was one of pure concentration, his brows furrowed in focus as he drove into Alex with precise, powerful strokes.

In that moment, I felt like a silent observer of something raw and primal, a glimpse into the depths of their connection. It was as if they were creating their own world, a place where only they existed, where pleasure knew no boundaries and inhibitions were left behind. I couldn’t help but be drawn into that world, my own desires stirring within me, a mere spectator to their intimate union.

As Alex’s moans grew louder, mingling with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, I felt a surge of something unfamiliar and intense. It was a mix of envy and admiration, a longing to be a part of their shared pleasure, to experience the bliss they seemed to find in each other’s arms. And even as I struggled with these conflicting emotions, I couldn’t deny the undeniable spark of arousal that flickered to life within me.

Justin looked at me with a sly grin and said “come on, it's time for round two.”