Going Back Home

As the sun peeked through the curtains, I groaned softly as I slowly opened my eyes, feeling the familiar ache in my body from the night before. The memories flooded back, of the passion, the intensity, the ecstasy that Alex and Justin had shown me. I couldn't help but smile as I remembered the way they had made me feel, the way they had touched me.

I lay there in bed, still feeling the lingering sensations of their touch on my skin. My pussy was sore, my butt hole painful, but it was a pain I welcomed, a reminder of the passion we had shared. I could still taste their cocks in my mouth, feel the weight of their bodies on mine. The experience had left me exhausted, spent, but also fulfilled in a way I had never experienced before.

I heard movement in the room and turned my head to see Alex and Justin stirring on the bed next to me. They looked at me with smiles on their faces, their eyes filled with a mix of contentment and desire. I couldn't help but blush as I remembered the way they had taken me, the way they had made me feel like the most desired woman in the world.

I wanted to see them together again, to witness the raw passion between them. I wanted to feel that fire burn within me once more.

Without a word, Justin gently pushed Alex out of bed, bending him over and  positioning himself behind him. I watched in awe as Justin slowly pushed his cock into Alex's waiting hole, the moans of pleasure filling the room. I felt a rush of excitement as I saw the way they moved together, the rhythm of their bodies perfectly in sync. Exactly what I wanted to see before I left.

Unable to resist any longer, I crawled over to where Alex stood, his body trembling with pleasure. I wrapped my lips around his cock, tasting the familiar saltiness as I took him deep into my mouth. I could feel the tension building in his body, the way his hands gripped my hair as he fought to hold back his release.

As I moved my mouth up and down his shaft, I felt a surge of desire wash over me, a fire burning deep within me. I wanted to give him pleasure, to bring him to the edge and beyond. I wanted to feel him explode in my mouth, to taste the sweetness of his release once more.

The room was filled with the sounds of our passion – the wet slapping of skin against skin, the moans of pleasure escaping our lips. Alex’s hips thrust forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth as Justin’s thrusts became faster and harder.

I could feel Alex nearing his release, his body tensing as he reached the brink. I increased my pace, eager to taste his sweet release on my tongue. And then, with a shuddering gasp, Alex finally reached his climax, his body tensing as he spilled his release into my waiting mouth. He came, hot and salty against my tongue. I swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him as he shuddered with pleasure.

As Alex rode out his climax, Justin quickened his pace behind him. And then, with a primal cry, Justin released, his hot seed spilling over Alex’s back.

As I pulled away, I looked into his eyes, seeing the love and gratitude shining back at me. I smiled softly, knowing that I had given him a gift, a memory that would last a lifetime.

We collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily as we rode out the aftershocks of our shared pleasure. I looked at my dear friend and his boyfriend, feeling a rush of love and gratitude for the bond that we shared.

 It was almost time for me to go back home, and as I got out of bed, I left Alex and Justin cuddling in the soft morning light. I walked quietly to the shower, feeling the ache in my bod. Turning the water to its hottest setting, I let the steam fill the room, trying to soothe the soreness in my pussy and ass.

I stood under the shower for what felt like an eternity, letting the water wash over me. I closed my eyes, reveling in the warmth and the memories of the weekend. But soon, the water began to cool, signaling it was time to step out and face the day.

I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and made my way back to the bedroom, only to find Alex and Justin already in a bath tub together, their laughter echoing through the house. Now I knew why the water got cold. I smiled to myself at the sight of them, their easy camaraderie and shared intimacy a reminder of the bond we three shared.

After they were done, we all got dressed and headed out for breakfast, the morning sun shining brightly overhead. We went to a cozy café down the street, and sat around a small table, the conversation flowing easily between us. Laughter and teasing filling the air, I felt a deep sense of contentment settle over me.

As we finished our meal, the reality of my impending departure crept back into my mind. I knew I had to go back home, back to my three handsome responsibilities. And yet, the thought of leaving Alex and Justin behind made my heart ache.

But I pushed those feelings aside, forcing a smile as I bid them farewell outside the café. They hugged me tightly, feeling a mix of sadness and contentment, I knew that I would carry this experience with me always. It had changed me in ways I couldn't fully explain, had opened my eyes to a world of possibilities I had never imagined.


As soon as I walked through the door, I could feel Jason’s tension in the air. He was standing in the living room, his arms crossed and a deep furrow in his brow.

“Where have you been all weekend?” he demanded, his voice carrying a sharp edge of possessiveness and jealousy.

I sighed, knowing this conversation was coming. “I told Sebastian I was going spend the weekend with Alex. I needed a break, Jason.”

"Does he know Alex is your fuck buddy?" he asked, his tone accusatory.

I felt a pang of guilt at his question.

“Nothing happened, we were just catching up. I needed some time away, just to clear my head,” I explained, hoping he would understand.


His eyes narrowed at my words. “Did you really need to be away to clear your head, or were you off fucking Alex?” he asked, his voice cold and filled with suspicion.


Before I could even respond to him Jason came crashing his lips onto mine with such intensity that I could feel his anger seeping through the kiss. Before I could even process what was happening, he began to kiss me with such force that I started to feel short of breath. His hands were gripping my waist tightly, as if trying to hold me in place while his lips ravaged mine.

I could feel the heat of his anger as he kissed me, his breath hot against my skin. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, he bit my lip so hard that I felt a sharp pain shoot through me. I pushed him away, my hand flying to my lip in disbelief, feeling a trickle of blood seeping from the wound.

“Jason, what the hell was that?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and confusion.

His eyes were dark and stormy, his jaw clenched tightly. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, his voice rough with emotion. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just...I don’t know what came over me.”

A smirk played on his lips as he murmured a half-hearted apology. But I could see through his facade – he was not sorry at all. There was a cruelty in his gaze that made my blood run cold.

I stepped back, putting some distance between us, trying to make sense of what had just occurred.

I looked into his eyes, and I saw a complexity that I had never noticed before. There was pain and longing, anger and desire, all swirling together in a tumultuous mix. I could see the conflict within him, the battle between his emotions waging war in his soul.

And in that moment, I realized that I had only scratched the surface of who Jason truly was. He was a man with many layers, each one more intricate and enigmatic than the last. And I found myself drawn to unraveling the mystery that was him, to uncovering the depths of his being.