Two comrades
I loved both men and women. In short, bisexual. I'm not some kind of passive who gets fucked in every hole. No, on the contrary, I'm the one who fucks everyone in every hole! I'm not a thug, not a hulking ex-con, I'm actually even quite gentlemanly, well, so they tell me.
One day I felt like fucking some boy. And soon enough, such an opportunity presented itself. I was invited to a family evening of some upstarts. Oh yes, there were many boys there, a lot. Well, imagine a celebration thrown by a rich big shot who invites all sorts of acquaintances with their families. That's perfect, a huge selection.
Naturally, I didn't act
alone: my close friend, the beautiful Claire, went to the evening with me. Quite the pervert. Strangely enough, despite her perverted sadomasochistic tendencies, she wasn't a slut. Quite the opposite, she carefully chose her "victims." That's why she needed me. She would instantly spot some sweet boy who needed to be taught a lesson.We had been at this party for an hour when suddenly Claire grabbed my jacket sleeve.
"Aaron," she whispered in her sweet voice. "I think I've found him."
"Are you sure?" I doubted when Claire led me to the bar counter, near which stood a medium-height youth of about twenty.
"Absolutely," Claire said with a smile. "Take a good look at him."
And I began to examine the potential candidate. Well, the boy was handsome, very much so! Though, a bit pretty. Bright blue eyes, nicely styled light brown hair, a slightly upturned, elegant nose. He didn't look like a gay or bisexual guy, but frankly, I didn't care.
Claire and I decided to get to know him.
"Hello, I'm Aaron Heydlund, a long-time friend of the birthday boy," I introduced myself. "This is my friend, Miss Claire Ford."
The youth smiled a pretty-boy smile, staring at Claire's cleavage.
"Nice to meet you," he said. "I'm Michael Nilsson. My father works for the birthday boy, also a good friend of his."
From the conversation with Michael, I understood that he wasn't as wealthy as me or Claire. And that was good, because what Claire and I had planned would clearly go unpunished. But what puzzled me most was that his surname was definitely familiar. But from where?
"Sorry, Michael," Claire said sweetly. "My friend and I need to step away for a couple of minutes."
"I'll wait for you, miss," Michael said, slightly excited, glancing at Claire's ass.
"Disgusting creep," Claire said angrily, pulling me aside.
"What's wrong? Lots of people stare at your ass," I smiled.
"That's not the point. Did you recognize him?"
"Not exactly. The surname is very familiar, I recently heard about some scandal involving a Nilsson. Right?"
"Yes," Claire said, looking around to make sure no one heard us. "In certain circles, there were rumors that the son of some rich man, Michael Nilsson, almost went to prison for rape, and not just once. The most disgusting thing is that his father is proud of him. A revolting family. I was hoping we wouldn't need sleeping pills today, but I really want to get back at this scumbag..."
"Excellent," I said. "Go mix the powder into the whiskey for now, and I'll sweet-talk him."
"Hello again," Claire said cheerfully, carrying two glasses of whiskey. "This is for you," she handed one to Michael.
"Why so formal, we can use 'you' [informal]," Michael smirked. Claire smiled, though I understood how much she wanted to settle the score with this scumbag.
"Let's go talk somewhere private," Claire whispered in Michael's ear. He enthusiastically followed her into the corridor, and Claire, turning around for a second, winked at me.
I quietly followed them and waited for a while near the room they had closed themselves in. Soon Claire opened the door and made a gesture meaning I could now enter the room.
I nodded. This wasn't the first time Claire and I had planned something together. But before this, everything we did had nothing to do with sex.
And now a completely naked youth with a beautiful body lay before us on the sofa. He was clearly surprised to see me in my underwear and Claire in her lingerie. In her hands, she held a huge dildo, and I had a tube of Vaseline. Michael had a gag in his mouth, so he could only whimper pitifully. Claire decided to start first.
"You, creep, pathetic asshole, whose daddy is ready to pay for everything!" Claire began viciously, then grabbed him by the hair and lifted Michael to make him sit up.
"Take it easy," I calmed her. "Or he won't have any hair left. You'll still have time to punish him."
My words calmed Claire a bit, but the guy clearly started to get nervous.
"We know what you did," I continued. "So don't pretend to be innocent, you're a real bastard."
"You tormented poor girls, now it's our turn to have some fun," Claire smiled and nodded at me. Without delay, I approached the guy and stood on the sofa, lifting his rear towards me. He kicked and tried to resist, but Claire slapped him hard across the cheek. After that, she settled into a nearby leather armchair and started watching.
"Not joining in?" I asked, opening the tube of Vaseline.
"Later," Claire smiled. "Come on already, tear up his ass."
The guy's eyes bulged and he started resisting even more, he turned around and, seeing me take off my underwear, panicked even more. But I held him firmly by the waist, meanwhile squeezing Vaseline onto his butt. The butt was nice – the guy clearly worked out.
"Lick it!" Michael moaned and started to turn away, apparently because it still hurt. But Claire didn't care. "Lick, I said!"
Claire took the beautiful, tear-stained face by the chin and directed it towards her spread legs. Meanwhile, I was spanking the tender ass and thrusting in and out with all my force. The guy finally obeyed and started licking Claire's pussy. He did it clumsily, but Claire still, as was evident from her face, liked it. Claire held Michael's head and ran her fingers through his hair.
Still, I decided the guy had gotten his due, and he deserved some relief from the pain. I squeezed the last of the Vaseline from the tube and smeared it all over his butt and a bit inside. After that, I began to move slowly, and I slid easily and pleasurably into the still tight ass. A little while later, I noticed Michael was starting to enjoy it, he even began to moan softly through the gag. Just a couple of minutes later, he started moaning louder and louder, continuing to lick Claire. After about twenty minutes, I came, and Michael, as it turned out, did too. Claire came a bit later, pressing the guy's face into her pussy with all her might.
"Well, you're a masochist," Claire laughed. Now she stood with her back to Michael, and I lay in front of Claire. He began pounding fiercely into Claire's wet vagina, while Claire herself gave me a blowjob. She was excellent at it. Despite Claire's small mouth, she handled my erect cock very skillfully. Meanwhile, the guy, apparently still angry about his stretched ass, moved at a furious pace inside tight Claire, which even started to hurt her a bit.
"Hey, take it easy there," she said to Michael. "I don't let many people fuck me, so be gentler."
Michael eased up for just a moment, then went back to his ways. It was clear anyway – he clearly enjoyed causing others pain.
Our threesome continued for a long time, after which we all sat tired on the sofa. Claire pulled the gag out of Michael's mouth.
"Maybe we can get in touch later," the guy turned to Claire. "I'll be very gentle."
"Yeah," Claire objected. "As if! Then Aaron will wear you out good again."
"Just try to hurt even one innocent girl again!"
"Okay, okay. I won't!" Michael said nervously. After that, I knocked out this softie with one punch, and Claire and I dressed him and left him lying on the sofa.
"You and I," Claire began as we were leaving the party. "Seem to have taught a stupid boy a lesson."
"I think he won't hurt girls anymore. Although, I think he's a masochist. And a sadist. That's for sure," I laughed, and Claire laughed with me. Then we went to a bar to relax a bit...