A Dude Loves Jude - part 2

Before the month of February was out, Tristan got the phone call he had
been expecting almost impatiently. Jude spoke in a terse demanding tone.
But it was good news for Tristan. "She's seen the pictures from our
Valentine night tryst. She wants you to get your queer man buns over here
ASAP so she can watch as I fuck you silly between them." He hung up before
waiting for any response. Tristan smiled to himself and his gender organ
tucked in his pants sprang to life in an instant of electric buzz and
strained swollen against the fabric. He had had to seduce a woman in a
manner of speaking to get at his very masculine love interest. He expected
that the clothes would be off fast (don't wear much to the destination
despite the cold day and night) and that Jude would have him laid out
supine and splayed open so that he could easily stab his supreme specimen
of excited manhood into his hungering love hole and hump in a brusque
theatrical sort of way for the benefit of an intensely curious audience of
one. That was fine by him. All he could think about since that magical
evening was the spell binding tool of the man he lusted for with such
pining intensity. The rougher his little orifice was ravished by the
thrusts and strokes of such treasured flesh, the better.

After that Valentine evening, Jude had teased Terri and told her that they
had had such a good time, that he had forgetton all about taking pictures
of Tristan. He was right that Terri would crave a "menage a trois" of
sorts. But less than 2 weeks later when Jude was out on a training class,
the young woman checked their digital cameras and saw the photos. A couple
of them were timed as the two of them were together, arms around their
backs and shoulders in friendly partnership. The ones of 5' 8" Tristan
alone had him stretched out on the motel room bed in exaggerated poses of
alluring seduction. Although not as broad-shouldered and carrying the
barrel-chested body mass that Jude presents, he was in evidently excellent
tone and Terri found the visages convincing and even stimulating. She was
even impressed with his high arched well-formed small bare feet. Nice
hairy legs but otherwise smooth chest and ribbed abs were only punctuated
with a cute trim of dark pubic tuft. His poses exhibited him both flaccid
and erect. "Nce cock and nuts," she thought to herself. His male package
was not as impressive in size and stature as Jude's, but a respectable
length of uncut man meat with a promising peeled-back mushroom head
prompted Terri to yearn for an up close and personal encounter. It pleased
her to think that it had already been pumping away in her fiance's splendid
ass.

But it was the small but sharply rounded bubble-butt ass cheeks that nearly
caused her to faint in a swoon. She instantly drifted into a fantasy where
she allowed herself to bury her face into those warm billowing mounds and
take in all the male sensuality of feeling, taste and odor. The most
explicit picture of all was the close up of the subject's ass, where he
reached back to spread his cheeks and reveal the brown puckering tiny
starfish that was the opening to physical ecstasy for so many gay men. She
knew this was the expression of a dare and an invitation to the most
personal of all intimacies between humans. She was determined to take him
up on the offer. She could hardly wait for Jude to arrive back at their
spacious two bedroom apartment. He could tell by the look on her face that
she had experienced some sort of erotic revelatory epiphany. "You
smart-assed son of a bitch, I saw those pictures you took. I want him here
and you two naked together, tonight"

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When Tristan arrived at the apartment that night to commence what he hoped
would be a long intimate affair, it was Terri who shuffled up to him and
gave him a heartfelt earnest hug, He basked in the scent of her perfume.
In the embrace, she more spoke to him softly than whispered. "I need for
the two of you to take off all your clothes and come back into the bedroom
where I can watch Jude fuck you."

"You liked the pictures?"

She responded with a pert little coy grin. "I loved the pictures, my gay
friend. You are a cute guy. But like my man over here, you are gorgeous
nude. Now let's not continue with the chit-chat until you two are buck
naked."

As Tristan and Jude approached to embrace, "Don't worry, queer guy. She is
going to be so carried away with the moment, that she will be peeling off
all her clothes to play with herself. Not that it may be of special
interest to you, but you will be able to see everything." The female among
them could only respond with a suppressed grin and feign annoyance by
swinging a half-hearted punch into her love partner's shoulder. She knew
there was nothing deceitful in that remark. Tristan was a veteran of sex
with females and he was interested in witnessing the female in the new
three-way in the altogether.

Tristan made the next move as they were intent on undressing each other.
He reached up with lips slightly opened and pursed and made contact for a
very wet kiss that featured plenty of passionate dueling tongues. At first
Jude played along to entertain his fiancee, but he was swept by the moment
and enjoyed the interplay of tongues and lips and started to nibble at the
shorter man's neck. Before they reached the bedroom, pinching, nibbling,
and sucking hard brown nibbles was a central event in the foreplay. The
female frantically assisted in the unzipping and unfastening of belts and
shirt buttons. When they were both shorn of clothes except one sock by
Tristan, she was shoving them across the room to the bedroom, her lover
tugging at her sweatshirt and brassiere fixtures at her back along the way.
Her panties were already nearly soaked. Tristan was raging hard and Jude
was swelled and on his way.

Finally they were horizontal on the broad king bed. The female studied
carefully as the two naked men kissed and thrust their hips to slap their
two excited meats together. Jude with unnecessary wrestling moves yanked
the other man about to the position that he would impale him. "I am going
to fuck you now, my queer friend."

"Oh yes, please! Fuck me Jude. Shove your beautiful cock in my horny hole
and take me any way you want."

They both could see that he had prepped himself up the ass with lube before
arrival. He was facing ass up on the the bed with his legs open and a
pillow under his raging cock to keep his ass propped up slightly. Terri
did not care about any ensuing cum stains.

"Hmmmph!" the first grunt from the larger hovering penetrating man. Terri
helped guide the battering ram to its appointed target. Tristan sensed the
pain of the forward pressure and the linings of his horny vessel have to
spread and stretch to allow the advance of the cherished and simmering male
one-eyed monster insistently be intimate in that most personal of all ways.
It was the magic moment he had yearned for, for so many months and years
and he adjusted his muscles back there as best he could to give
gratification to his new lover for the friction of the experience. Three
or four jabbing and thrusting strokes and he was filled with the splendor
of the beast. The tickle of the fulsome fuzzy pubic weed pressed against
his ass at maximum forward stroke was erotic icing on the cake. "Ugh ...,
oomph, ooooooo"

She was naked with them now, frantically fingering herself almost
absentmindedly. "Oh sweetie, is he tight against your tool the way I am?"

Jude responded breathily. "He is not as tight as your goddess snatch,
Baby. But he has a good grip and he is giving my bad boy a good workout."

Tristan was grimacing and wincing with the delicious shocks of pain mixed
with a glow of pleasure unsurpassed by any other affairs of the flesh. "Oh
yeah, man. Fuck me like that. Fuck me as hard as you want." Terri had
started to moan as well and it was an added bonus to have a naked
stimulated female investigate all the action. The nipples on her small
pert breasts were the biggest and hardest Tristan had ever seen. She slid
her midsection so that the two men in carnal play could smell her scent of
female excitement and start to taste her available slick labia and
ultimately run their tongues across her swollen clitoris. Tristan was
attracted to the hairless opening and thin dark line that sprang up from
her pubic zone. He had encouraged an old girlfriend to get one of those
fashionable wax jobs, but she never seemed to get around to it. The female
thrust her hips from the waves of hot pleasure and squealed her multiple
orgasms.

The multiple stimuli to lover of longstanding was too overpowering. He
felt that point of no return in his loins and he thrust his horny thick
sausage as deep as he could into the cavern of gripping male pussy, past
exercised prostate and through battered bowels into the very viscera of the
naked man he had impaled with such vicious ardor. "Ohhhhhhh cripes! I am
going to cum something fierce." He felt the wave of heat and the tight
springs in his mid-section unwind again and again. He was so big that
Tristan could feel every blessed throb of man flesh in his tight cavernous
love hole in an ejaculation of seemingly endless spasms. He relished every
flinch so deep inside him and delighted in the sensation of soothing warm
wetness so deep that flowed its way down the passage discharging the slick
and sticky elixer that seals the bonds of love between men.

Jude collapsed on the smaller man and within seconds his softening dangler
popped out of the man pussy like pressure from a releasing cork. All warm
and sultry now, the female watched approvingly as the two naked men
breathily handled their soft kisses and tender caresses in the glow of post
coital relaxation. Before rising from the bed to saunter in the bathroom
and shower together, the three hugged, kissed, joked and laughed. The
female watched intently as both men peed into her toilet before stepping
into the tub.

Tristan tried to think of a way to compliment Terri for her really classic
nude female good looks without offending or making Jude jealous. "Jude is
an especially lucky young dude. He speaks of you as a goddess and he is
right."

"You are a real sweetie to say that. I often think of myself as the lucky
one. We are both lucky that you have come to join us tonight."

While in the shower, Jude demonstrated to his woman that he had become
adroit at giving ever-hard Tristan a blow job. When dressed and ready to
return to his apartment for a needed night's rest before work the next day,
Terri went up to him at the door to give him a final hug. She was careful
to look directly into his eyes and say things to him that were worthwhile
to Tristan even if they had not had any physical relations that night.
"Jude is my man and he is going to become my husband in May. But for our
sake, I also want him to be your gay lover. He has a very respectful but
sexual attitude about women and I do not think he is gay. But in time, I
want him to be able to lust for you and love you as you do him."

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That happened, and in a very short order. But he still retained a fierce
preeminent loyalty and love for his fiancee. It was blissful paradise for
Terri to have two toned and buff frequently nude men hang about in her
apartment. Since sexual activity began in her teenage years, she had made
an unwavering rule that any man who slept in her bed had to be naked, sex
or not, whether she was clad in any clothes for the night or not, he had to
be nude. She could more readily benefit from all his natural warmth and
when she awakens, she could easily check the disposition of his male parts,
whether he was afflicted with a nocturnal erection or not -- another one of
those endearing qualities of the opposite sex. Now frequently she had two
nude men in her bed and it felt wonderful.

She loved the physical affection they shared and the boisterous locker room
"naked guy" play they frolicked in. Spontaneous wrestling matches always
provoked a hard and leaking bone to sprout from Tristan and sometimes Jude
as well. She loved the way if there was ever a pass in motion between
them, they would not only move in with pursed lips and tongues ready for
oral exploration, but the way they would simultaneously reach to fondle and
caress exposed and available ding dongs, simultaneously and brazenly
stimulate each other without compunction. Preludes to three-way encounters
were often the two men subduing Terri and stripping her of all her clothes.
There were no barriers in three-way sexual encounters including mutual
masturbation. Even vaginal penetration by Tristan was common and she
thought he was not a bad fuck at all for a gay guy. After some clumsy
first attempts to get their rhythm right, sandwich fucking was frequent and
common. Sometimes she was the meat in the middle with one cock up her
pussy and another up her back hole. Licking and sucking gender body parts
was a staple to satisfy their appetites.

Even before they were married, while their families were ignorant of the
new domiciled arrangement, most of their friends learned of the loving
"menage". A change was made in the wedding plans, and Tristan served as
their best man. The maid-of-honor and Terri's lifelong friend was so
turned on by the whole idea, they loaned Tristan out to service her during
the honeymoon. Later that summer, the three vacationed at a "naturist"
camping resort but had to "cool it" because of the presence of so many
families with small children. A gay man was obviously very attracted to
Jude and Tristan and seemed to stalk the three of them wherever they went.
The presence of so many happy energetic naked children made the vacation
worth Terri's while and it prompted that special urge that will be related
at the end of this story.

All the permutations of sexual activity seemed to only encourage Terri's
curiosity and imagination about male anatomy. By the fall, she was intent
on experimenting with them. She would gently insert her slicked 7"
vibrator into one or another's ass as he anticipated the insertion naked on
all fours. She would then test his responses as the stick buzzed away in
his ass, stroking in and out in different increments of length, different
depths, different angles, and different paces of stroking. Her objective
was to stimulate their prostates and rectal flesh in such a way as to make
them cum their loads of climactic jism without either themselves or anyone
else touch them in any other way. She and the other male would look on in
fascination as the plastic device would pump away and they would look to
facial expression, muscle twitches, and dangler excitation for signs that
they were on the right track to achieving the objective. It took many
attempts and several weeks to find out what could get them both off -- what
could get their cocks to stiffen to attention, leak, and finally a dilated
piss slit signal that the cock will do its litlle up and down dance and
squirt its small portions of fresh smelly man jizz, the subject groaning
his ecstasy the whole while. It would take only a few minutes, but they
both responded to short but rapid strokes. Tristan liked it deep with
short jabbing strokes forward. Jude liked it more shallow but stroking at
an upward angle.

Christmas time came and the men especially went on buying sprees like small
boys with new toys. They could hardly contain their excitement and would
hand over gifts days early. They were able to wait on the big gift until
Christmas morning however. Terri awoke in her bed with the two men having
already arisen. She thought she heard some low pitched tittering in the
living room. Next to the tree was a big box wrapped in a variety of
patterns of cheesy and juvenile holiday wrap. "How original!" she thought,
her eyes rolling upward. She contemplated leaving them there for the
remainder of the day, but thought the better of it. She opened the box to
let them out. Of course they were only clad in Santa hats and cock rings.
No surprise there. But they sprang out of the box to strip her out of her
flannel top and panties. They carried her naked over to the sofa to
sandwich her and make special sure she enjoyed many orgasms for Christmas
morning.. Santa Claus had been good to her this year. Later she noticed a
smaller but still large more tastefully wrapped garment box under the tree.
They had given her a lavish leather dominatrix outfit. She looked sweetly
authoritative in it and it made her feel empowered. The week between
Christmas and New Years, she compelled them to play many doggie and horsey
games.

But on to New Years, visions of things more domesticated, and the card that
was laid into both their hands for the occasion.

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My dear bad boys, my horn doggies, my nudist buff love monkeys, Happy New
Year



What a year it has been and I wouldn't have it any other way. But your
mistress, angel, and sex goddess has set New Years resolutions for all of
us. Your propensity to poke your stupendous turgid meats in the variety of
holes available among the 3 us of will need to cease for a while ~~ as much
fun and hot times as that has been. All your good lovin' and surfeit of
physical affection reminds me that my biological clock is tickin'. I want
the 2 of you to pour some of all that sugar you got into a little warm
bundle of joy I hope to drop from between my legs before the beginning of
next year. You two will do most of the work of taking care of it and
attending to its needs. We run the risk that the kid will be a completely
spoiled brat before it is 3 and a devoted nudist after its potty trained,
but I think I can cope with that. You are both good kind compassionate
love monkeys of good character and it makes not the slightest difference to
me who technically sires the kid biologically. I just figure double the
shots from the both of you will quicken the eventuality that I feel that
special something baking in my belly.

Yes, that means our focus will have to be on that one hole special to the
female persuasion that only I have among the 3 of us. But I have never
heard any complaints about that particular selection from even you Tristan,
and you are supposed to be gay. So let's make the change starting now in
the New Year. I am dripping into my panties even thinking about the fun we
will have even narrowing down our options.

Much love, hugs, kisses, and intense orgasms to my favorite daddys-to-be
from the woman who will love you to your dying breaths, Terri.