I Accidentally Threw an Orgy and F*cked My Two Biggest Crushes
While I had sex with half a dozen people that evening, there was one threesome that was EXTRA special.
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I didn’t intend to throw a 25-person orgy. So when it was 1:30 am, and I looked around to see two dozen naked bodies dispersed throughout my apartment, I wasn’t sure how we got here. How did I end up Windexing my mirror because one of my close friends had squirted on it? Why was there a dildo stuck to the window? And most importantly, how did I manage to get smackdown in the middle between two men I’d been crushing on for months?
I thought a few guys were coming over, and we would head to this fashion show. A few drinks at mine, then a Lyft to the event, then, if we were up to it, maybe some sexy time back at mine.
But earlier that day, I had a friend’s birthday brunch and invited everyone over, assuming no one would actually come. I was wrong. My bi friends came through, and so did my poly crew. The thing about my poly crew is you never know how many partners they have at any given moment and who might show up. Then, to my surprise, my roommate came home that evening with a gaggle of gays.
Lo and behold, a party.
While my friends are from all walks of life—different genders, races, sexual orientations, and so on, there’s one thing that unifies us: We’re all thirsty bitches. If we end up drunk at a house party, you best believe our clothes will come off, sex toys will get whipped out, and fluids will splatter everywhere.
I had sex with half a dozen people that evening, but there was one threesome that was extra special.
I had been crushing on Eli for months. You know how when you follow a booty account, they’ll post other hot asses to their story? Well, I’m a sucker for that, and I end up following all of them. Then I try to casually slide into their DMs because, as I said, I’m a thirsty-ass bitch.
Here was our initial convo. As you can see, he hadn’t replied to my messages for a month. (A month!) So, I assumed I had no chance.
But when he replied, saying that he not only reads but reads my work? Well, my heart went aflutter. For the next three months, I casually flirted with him via Instagram, doing everything in my power to keep it cool instead of messaging, “PLEASE SIT ON MY FACE.” (I’m an adult! I have self-control!)
After months, I told my boyfriend about my crush. He replied, “Eli? Yeah, he knows you’re my boyfriend. He wants to have sex with you, and sex with him is amazing.”
I was flabbergasted. I had no idea they knew each other. And this sexy man wanted to sleep with me? My crush thinks I’m cute? I melted.
I think it’s rare when two queer men, both interested in each other, flirt for so long without it turning graphic. That, or it just peters out naturally. But we kept it PG-13 until that night he took the train up from DC to visit.
My boyfriend was supposed to be there that night, but his stay in LA got extended. Still, his other boyfriend came (i.e., my metamour). I had met him only once IRL, but he had such poise—a quiet confidence I found captivating. He’s a man who looks at you, smiles, and immediately, you feel connected. I had to do everything in my power not to share my deepest, darkest secrets with him. He has that magnetic pull.
Does it hurt that he’s possibly one of the most attractive men I’ve ever met? No, it does not. Did I want to lick his salt and pepper scruff when I met him? Yes, I did. Does his body rival Adonis’? Indeed, it does.
Looking around at 1:30 am, seeing all the naked bodies mingling before me, I felt empowered. I set this up. I brought these people together. For the first time, I’m not just partaking in a sex party; I’m hosting one. I created a safe space for this to happen. Drunk on that rush (and alcohol), I turned to Eli and my boyfriend’s boyfriend (BFBF).
“Hey,” I said, “I would love it if you two could help fulfill a fantasy of mine.” Their ears perked up as I continued, “BFBF, I would love it if you fucked me while I fucked Eli.”
The two men turned to each other, then back at me, and nodded simultaneously. “Yes, we can do that,” they said in unison.
I grabbed them both by the hand and led them to my bedroom. I threw Eli down on the bed and straddled him as I kissed his big, ample lips. BFBF took a moment to strip down to his undies before pulling up beside me, and we all began making out. The air was thick from those who had fucked before us. Within seconds, sweat was everywhere, and the men before me glistened. I rubbed my hands through BFBF’s furry chest, spreading his sweat around. Then I licked from the bottom of his neck, slowly up to his lips, relishing the sweet and salty taste of perspiration. I moved to the side to take off my jockstrap while Eli and BFBF kissed tenderly. When Eli saw my erection, his eyes widened, and he quickly turned over onto his hands and knees.
There it was—that big, beautiful, bodacious booty.
I pushed him forward on the bed so I could get on my knees behind him. I smacked his left cheek and then the right before pulling his ass apart so I could taste. I put the flat part of my tongue directly on his hole. “Oooh,” he said.
BFBF then gently tapped my hole before spreading my cheeks apart. He ate my ass while I ate Eli’s. It was hard to focus. BFBF’s tongue was sending shivers up and down my spine, but I persevered until I reached a point where I was just moaning directly into Eli’s ass.
Illustration by ri.place
“Please, God, let’s fuck,” I said. I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I had wanted both of these men for months, and there they were, together, in my bed, making my fantasy a reality.
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