Paul’s Apartment Ch. 03Paul’s Apartment Ch. 03

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Note: This chapter includes, among many other things, sex between two bisexual men. If that’s not your thing, feel free to skip it.

I’ve always skewed towards an omniscient narrator, but in this series I’m experimenting with first-person narration. It creates interesting constraints and opportunities when you can only get inside of one character’s head. Each chapter will have a different narrator from the prior one. In this third chapter, the narrative voice switches from Jun to Paul. I hope you all enjoy it. It’s not necessary to read all the chapters, in order or otherwise. Each story stands on its own. But if you enjoy any of them, you’ll probably enjoy all of them. All characters are in their 20s or older.

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Jun thought she was edgy. Jun thought she was in charge. I did not disabuse her of those notions. For a couple of months, she and her boyfriend Ryan had been doing all their fucking under my watchful eye. I was ready to push our interactions up a notch, but the trick was making Jun feel like it was all her idea.

I’ve been around the block a few times. Jun and Ryan were not my first young lovers — not even close. But I let them think I had been celibate for years before meeting them. This deceit had two calculated effects: it helped them both feel safer around me; and it made them, or at least made Jun, feel just a little sorry for me. She was a generous soul, a giver. And even though she was not all that experienced, she also wanted to see herself as edgy and adventurous. I knew that I could play those traits to my advantage.

I assumed, correctly, that Jun and Ryan would pity me a little, and that’s fine. I’m old. I’m fat and hairy. I’m not at all handsome. I have a bald spot. I know all of this. But I also have a secret weapon that trumps all of that: I have an enormous cock. And I know how to use it. My whole life, from the moment a lover sees it, they want it. Once they’ve had it, they want more of it — again and again.

I’m also good at figuring out what makes people tick. I’m no Casanova, but over the decades my cock has impaled dozens of sexy young coeds, and more than a few of their boyfriends, too. Living in a college town was the best decision I had ever made.

There’s no real trick to it. You have to show humility, don’t be pushy, and most of all: listen! People will tell you everything you need to know about them if you just shut up and use your ears. My mother, may she rest in peace, had always said “there’s a reason God gave you two ears and only one mouth. Use them accordingly.”

That first day in Starbucks when I overheard Jun and Ryan lamenting that they had nowhere to be intimate, I knew I had to make them mine. Jun was drop-dead gorgeous — young, Chinese, thin, big smokey almond eyes, small breasts, long black hair, sexy hips. I remember speculating that her bush would be black, straight, and untrimmed, and that her pussy would be gorgeous and would taste sweet. I speculated that Ryan would be smooth and hairless, with tight well-defined muscles. I’m a good guesser. I was right on all points.

That very first day, Jun and Ryan came over and fucked at my apartment. I made myself scarce and waited for them to invite me to watch. I knew that they would.

When they were finished, Jun rubbed her hand through the come I had deposited on my belly, and she held my hand to her tit. It seemed simply warm and affectionate, but I read more into it. Like I said, Jun wanted people to see her as edgy, because she wanted to see herself as edgy. I knew that, sooner or later, I was going to be coming all over that edgy little hottie, and maybe on her boyfriend Ryan, too. I just had to be patient.

It was clear to me from the first day that I met them that Jun was the instigator in that relationship. It also seemed that she was a little like me: she was obviously in charge, but she didn’t want to emasculate Ryan. So Jun usually let Ryan feel like he was the one in control. These are the sorts of things you can observe about people if you just listen more than you talk.

They had been coming to my apartment to fuck for two months — multiple times per week. We had a nice little routine — they put on a live porn show for me, and I jerked off. Jun was obviously an exhibitionist, and so was I. Jun almost always looked me in the eye when she sucked Ryan off. I found that hot. And she would focus her gaze so hard on my monster cock when I came — my orgasms usually triggered hers. I knew that she wanted it.

When Jun and I finally got the chance to be alone without Ryan (they had come over together but he got called away by his boss — my lucky day), I knew I could have fucked her right then. It would have been so easy to talk her into it. But I’m playing the long game. My goal was never just to get laid. My goal is to take Jun and Ryan as my lovers for as long as possible. In order to make that happen, I have to make her think it’s her idea. çukurambar escort I want her to want to come back to me again and again. So instead of seducing and fucking her right there and then, we masturbated together. This was innocuous enough — it was something she and I and Ryan all did together with some regularity.

And while we were frigging ourselves together, I invited Jun to ask me to articulate my fantasies. Like I said — always make them think that it’s their idea. The fantasies I articulated — spitroasting Jun, and making Ryan lick her pussy while I fuck her — they made Jun come. Yahtzee. I played it perfectly. Now I just needed to wait. I speculated that it would take her about a week to invite me into bed with her and Ryan. I was wrong. It took three days.

But on the occasion of our mutual masturbation, when we had both finished coming, I invited her to shower off with me. Jun said “No funny business!” How hilarious is that? All we ever did was get up to funny business. She had just masturbated in front of me, licked my come off of my chest, and pushed her sticky wet fingers into my mouth so that I could taste her. She was delicious, by the way. But more to the point, nobody — and I really mean nobody — ever says “no funny business” unless they want some funny business.

So, when Jun and I showered, I wanted to see what kind of funny business I could get away with without Jun objecting. I lathered Jun’s smooth lean back and massaged her pretty round glutes with a washcloth. Then I slid my hand between her butt cheeks and softly massaged her back door with my soapy fingertips. I didn’t think she would object — and I was right. Very much the opposite — Jun arched her back and pushed her bum towards me. It would’ve been so easy to shove my finger straight into Jun’s ass at that moment, but I didn’t. Instead, Jun rinsed off, I dried her with a warm towel, and we dressed together.

Jun made a point to tell me that she had to confess to Ryan what she and I had done together. I encouraged her to be honest with him. I spent the next two days wondering how things might be different at our next encounter. Would Ryan be angry or jealous? Would Jun start pushing the envelope during our encounters?

I was sitting on my sofa daydreaming about Jun’s sexy moist brown labia when my phone rang. It was Ryan.

“We were thinking about coming over this afternoon — is it a good day for you?” He asked.

“It’s never a bad day to see you and Jun.” I encouraged him. “Come on over!”

“Thanks, Paul!” He said. “We’ll see you in an hour. Rawr!”

‘Rawr?’ I thought? ‘Goofball.’ I guess that was Ryan’s way of communicating that he wasn’t upset with me or Jun.

I puttered about, tidied up a little, made my bed for them, set out a couple of towels, a carafe of water and some glasses for us — my usual routine. I tossed my clothes in the laundry basket and donned my cotton bath robe. My bell rang — I knew it was Jun and Ryan, and I buzzed them in.

We all hugged, as had become our habit. Jun immediately stripped out of her clothes, which she folded and placed on my living room sofa, as had become her habit. She liked being naked. It’s a nice quality in a pretty young woman. Ryan went to the bedroom and undressed more slowly there, as was his habit. I followed Jun who joined Ryan on the bed, and I sat in my corner chair, as I always did.

Jun crawled onto my bed between Ryan’s legs and turned to face me, drawing her knees up and spreading her thighs apart to expose her little slit to my lusty gaze. I removed my robe and let it fall to the floor. Jun’s eyes fixed on my cock, not yet fully hard, but already large and growing larger.

“Paul,” Jun said softly. “Ryan and I were talking.”

‘Here we go!’ I thought. “Oh?” I said. “What’s up?”

“We’ve had so much fun performing for you, seeing you pleasure yourself while we do it. This arrangement has been so satisfying, and our relationship has grown so much.” Jun offered.

“Sounds like there’s a ‘but’ coming.” I said.

“No!” Jun responded, wide eyed. She was afraid that she had created the wrong impression. I was playing her like a fiddle. “No — there’s no ‘but!’ I swear!” She reassured me.

“Oh, ok. I see.” I responded, trying to sound confused and befuddled, even though I knew exactly what was coming next. “What were you and Ryan talking about? What would you like to share with me?”

“Paul,” Jun started. Ryan had reached around Jun’s rib cage and was softly kneading her breasts as she spoke. “Would you ever consider joining us on the bed?”

“You mean, would I masturbate over there instead of over here?” I asked, deliberately acting obtuse.

“No, no — would you join us? Would you have sex with us?” Jun finally spit it out.

“Oh, my! I, well… I mean, you know how much I like you both. I find you so attractive. It’s just… fat old men like me don’t get the opportunity to get into bed with beautiful young demetevler escort people like you very often. Just the thought of it is kind of overwhelming.” My performance was Oscar worthy.

“Paul, we really like you, too!” Jun reassured me. “We wouldn’t ask if we didn’t. Oh, Paul — we didn’t mean to overwhelm you!”

Jun crawled off the bed and came to kneel between my spayed legs. She placed her hands on my hairy thighs. “I’m sorry, Paul! We pushed too fast.”

“No, no, you haven’t done anything wrong.” I comforted her, and placed my hands over hers, stroking them gently. “I want to — I do. So much. It’s just a little intimidating.”

“Don’t be intimidated, Paul! We’re all friends — we want you to have as much fun as we have.” Her eyes fell from mine down to my now-fully-engorged cock, inches from her face. “How about if we start slow?” Jun brought her right palm to my sack and rubbed it affectionately.

“Slow would be good, yes.” I agreed. I could not believe how perfectly this was going. I couldn’t have scripted it any better if I had tried. “That feels nice.” I told her.

Jun took my shaft in her left hand and brought it to her lips. She made circles around the head of cock, forcing her tongue under my foreskin to stimulate the glans. “Oh god!” I moaned.

Ryan was watching from the bed, slowly stroking his own cock. Usually, I stroked myself while I watched Jun blow him. It was as if we had swapped roles.

Jun tried to take my cock into her mouth, but it was too big for her. She could get her lips around the head without too much struggle, but taking me deeper was not going to work. It seemed as though Jun had faced this dilemma before, though — she knew what to do. Jun continued to palm my balls with her right hand and stroked my shaft with a firm grip in her left. She made circles around the head of my cock with her tongue. The sensations were exquisite.

I grabbed Jun’s hair and held it away from her face so that Ryan and I both could more clearly see Jun’s lips stretched around the top two inches of my cock. I moaned and whimpered at Jun’s ministrations.

Jun lifted her mouth from my cock. A long string of my pre-come stretched from the tip up to her curled tongue. She smiled up at me.

“You taste delicious, Paul!” Jun said.

Jun looked over her shoulder at Ryan, still masturbating on the bed while his gorgeous twenty-year-old girlfriend attended to my sixty-year-old cock. “Baby, I want you in me. I want you both in me at once. Take me while I take care of Paul.”

Ryan must have been waiting for just this moment, because he did not even hesitate. Ryan hopped off the bed and knelt behind Jun. He palmed her pussy, stroking its length with his fingertips. Jun craned her neck back to kiss her boyfriend. She still had my pre-come on her lips. I liked that. That was the first time Ryan had tasted me, but it wouldn’t be the last.

Ryan slid his cock into Jun’s dripping pussy. Jun’s eyes rolled back into her head and she groaned. “Oh god, your two cocks. Both your cocks.” She cried.

Ryan thrust into Jun again and again as she placed her mouth over the head of cock and resumed her licking, sucking, and stroking. From my vantage point, I could not see Jun’s pussy, but I could see Ryan’s cock when he drew it back. It was slathered in Jun’s juices. There was no question that she was enjoying this. I placed my hand on Jun’s cheek and she stared up unto my eyes. The look on her face was pure lust.

Jun began to grunt rhythmically as Ryan’s balls bounced off of her clit. My cock could feel Jun’s mouth vibrating as she moaned. I extended my free hand to Ryan, who took it and squeezed. We held hands as we impaled his girlfriend from both ends.

I had done this so many times, but rarely with kids as attractive as Jun and Ryan. The scene unfolding between my legs was a spectacular thing to behold. Smooth muscular Ryan slammed Jun’s gorgeous pussy. Jun’s dainty hands and beautiful lips ministered to my massive cock. I was getting close.

“I’m going to come, Jun. I’m going to come.” I warned her.

“Oh god, me too!” Ryan announced.

Jun stopped sucking my cock only long enough to say “I want you both to fill me with your come!”

The first jet of my semen blasted onto Jun’s tongue. “Oh fuck!” I exclaimed as the second jet did the same. Jun never stopped gobbling my cock head and swallowed vigorously.

Ryan grunted and thrust hard into Jun. He pulled her hips to him with his free hand. The spasms in his chiseled abs showed me that he was shooting his own seed into Jun’s pussy at the same time I was pouring mine into her mouth. We all moaned.

Jun lifted her lips from my cock, and pressed her cheek into my soft belly fur. A rivulet of my semen ran from the corner of her mouth. It was a spectacular vision.

Ryan fell back, sitting on my rug behind Jun. His come spilled out of her and pooled on the rug beneath Jun’s twitching gash.

“Oh shit! dikmen escort I’m so sorry!” Jun exclaimed. “I’m making a mess.”

“Don’t worry. It’s nothing. It’s easy to clean. I’ll deal with it later.” I assured her. “Hey, how would you crazy kids feel about it if we all laid down on the bed? I’d like to rest for a few minutes.”

“Let’s go!” Ryan said. Ryan stood and extended his hand to Jun, lifting her to her feet.

A queen bed doesn’t really accommodate three people well, but it was wide enough for all of us to lean against the headboard, hip to hip, with my pillows behind our backs. Jun took the middle and rested one of her hands on each of our cocks. For several minutes nobody said a thing.

“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever done.” Jun finally broke the silence.

“Preach!” Ryan agreed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had an experience like that before.” I lied.

“This takes us all into uncharted territory,” Jun warned us. “Do you think we can all handle it?”

“I don’t know why not.” Ryan answered.

“I hope so!” I offered. “Just to be clear — there’s never any pressure from me. If you want to do that every time you come over, we can. If you never want to do it again, and prefer to go back to our old routine, I’m also fine with that. I just like having you both in my life.” I placed my hand on Jun’s thigh, an inch from her still-dripping pussy, and caressed her. Jun moved her thighs slightly farther apart — an invitation. I moved my hand over Jun’s mound and slipped my middle finger into her, stirring it around in Ryan’s come.

Abruptly, Jun surprised me with a kiss. She rolled towards me, cupped my cheek in her hand, and pressed her tongue between my lips. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and could taste myself. My cock began to swell again.

Jun swung her leg over my torso to straddle me. The length of my cock nestled between the folds of her labia. Jun slid against me as we kissed, slicking my cock with the savory mix of her juices and Ryan’s semen. For the second time in one morning, I was the center of Jun’s attention and Ryan was the spectator. Her lips felt both soft and hungry as she devoured my face.

Then as abruptly as she had kissed me, she stopped and turned to Ryan. “I want to do something.” She said.

“You’re in charge, baby.” Ryan answered.

Jun had Ryan lay crosswise on the bed, the top of his head at the mattress’s edge. She knelt over his face and lowered her pussy to his mouth. Jun grabbed Ryan’s cock and wrapped her lips around it, bobbing her head over his hips. It was such a contrast to my blowjob — she could only fit my head into her mouth. Ryan wasn’t small, but his cock was smaller than mine. Almost everybody’s was, as far as that goes. Jun could deep throat Ryan’s cock. And deep throat it she did. Ryan lapped at Jun’s pussy. He seemed to be loving the taste of their juices mixing together as he pushed his tongue into Jun between flicks of her clitoris. She ground her pussy onto Ryan’s face as he licked her.

“Paul.” Jun said, taking a momentary break from servicing Ryan’s penis. “Fuck me, Paul.”

I had seen this coming. This was the fantasy that I had articulated to Jun while we masturbated together two days earlier. Still, I feigned surprise. “What? Really? Right now?” I asked.

“Shut up and put that cock inside me.” She demanded. I looked to Ryan, who made eye contact and nodded his assent.

I stood next to the bed. Jun’s crotch was right at the edge of the mattress. I stood between her ankles and pressed the tip of my cock into the juicy wetness between the folds of her labia. Ryan continued to lap at Jun’s clitoris, mere millimeters from my cock. This was precisely the moment I had been engineering for weeks. I pressed my head into her. Jun was incredibly tight, but she was slick, she stretched to take me in, and I began to penetrate her despite my girth.

Jun cried out — I thought maybe in pain. “Is it ok?” I asked. “Am I hurting you?”

“God no — it feels fucking unbelievable. It’s so big. Keep going.” She responded.

In one long and very slow motion, I drove the entire length of my cock into Jun’s pussy. My balls came to rest on Ryan’s nose.

“Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! Oh my god! Aaah!” Jun whimpered. “Oh god! Oh god, Paul! Oh god! Fuck me with that beast!”

This whole encounter was going even better than I could have hoped. I drew my hips back. Jun’s lips were stretched thin and clung tightly to my cock as I withdrew it from her. God, I’ve always loved how that looks.

“Aaaaeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah!” Jun squealed as I pressed it back into her, balls deep as the kids say. I could feel Ryan’s tongue dancing along the underside of my cock as I thrust it in and out of his girlfriend. I was in heaven.

We continued like this for several minutes. I drove my cock in and out of Jun’s snug little snatch. My pre-come and Jun’s juices dribbled down over Ryan’s face, onto his tongue, and down his cheeks. Jun gobbled Ryan’s cock ravenously. Her squeals filled the room continuously, drowning out my grunts and the sloshing sounds that my cock was forcing from Jun’s pussy.

I was close and I couldn’t take much more. “Jun! I’m going to come again.” I warned her.

“Come inside me, Paul! Come all over me!” She demanded.

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