Sex stories

The next morning, I showed up at 8AM at my buddy’s place to grab my schedule for the day. As always, the guy was running late and opened the door—completely naked. He had just rolled out of bed and offered to go over things over coffee.

We talked about yesterday. I told him how I got fucked by one of his clients… and the security guard at the office gig.
He lost it.
"Man, that’s not professional!"

I explained that maybe his regular employee should stop cleaning in just a boxer around clients. And besides, no one complained—it’s basically client retention.

The whole time we talked, he was hard and stroking his cock.
To make it up to him, I gave him a slow, deep blowjob until he shot his load down my throat.

"Fuck, I forgot how good your mouth is."
"Thanks babe. So, what’s the plan for today?"

"This morning, you’ve got three hours split between two private homes. This afternoon, you’ve got a pool to clean. That’s it for today. Oh, and grab a swimsuit for the pool gig."

He handed me the files. I got to work.

Lunch break—I stopped by to eat with my boyfriend at his job. I brought dessert… my ass. 😈

Running a little late, I headed over to the house with the pool. A gay couple opened the door.
I swear we’d chatted on Unitedmen before, but it never went anywhere—they were looking for a top.

One of them showed me where the pool gear was. The other kissed him goodbye and left—probably for work.
I got everything set up and started cleaning.

"You should probably wear a swimsuit, or you’ll end up soaked."
"Dick, I forgot to grab one at home."
"Hold on, I’ll see if I can lend you one of my husband’s."

He came back with a swimsuit. I dropped my shorts—still going commando—and slipped it on.
It was clearly too small. I’ve got a big dick, even if I don’t use it much… and yeah, everything was spilling out.

I slipped my shorts back on and gave the swimsuit back.

About an hour in, he brought me a coffee and invited me to sit with him outside. I was soaked.

We chatted. I asked if he minded if I finished the job naked so my clothes could dry.
He didn’t. So I stripped down and spread my stuff out on the loungers.

"That tattoo… I’ve seen it before."
"Yeah, not exactly subtle."

I went back to cleaning. After another hour, I let him know I was done.
He handed me a towel, offered another coffee.
I stayed naked, didn’t think twice.

"So you’re not putting your clothes back on?"
"Doesn’t look like it’s bothering you."
"Not at all. Can I ask something kinda personal? Didn’t we chat on Unitedmen once?"
"I think so. But it didn’t go anywhere—you were looking for a top for your guy."

"Right… it’s always about him. But I remember thinking, I’d love to hit that little ass of yours."
"Thought you two weren’t open? Always had to be threesomes with two tops, right?"
"Yeah… unfortunately. But damn, your ass is even better in person."

"Thanks. So you went back to our Unitedmen chat to check the pics, huh?"
"I did. And they made me hard as hell."
"But what about now—in real life? Still hard?"

He stood up and pulled out his cock—rock hard.
I grabbed it and started sucking slowly, then took him all the way down my throat.

After a solid five minutes of sucking, I stood up, kissed him, and dragged him over to the loungers. I got on all fours.

He started eating me out, fingering me, then lubed up and slid in deep.

"Oh fuck, yeah… that’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me."
"You love that dick, don’t you, slut? Your ass is fucking amazing."
"Take it. Go deep. Fill me up!"

He fucked my hole. I moaned like crazy, and he grunted as he dumped his load inside me.
I licked him clean. We got dressed.

"Damn… that was so good. Can we do this again?"
"Next time I come clean your pool."
"You know… you should talk to your man. Tell him you wanna fuck ass sometimes—with or without him."

"I know… it’s not that simple."

**"With my boyfriend, we’re open. We just follow two rules:

Tell each other everything.
Always fuck each other right after a hookup. That’s what turns us on."**
"Sounds complicated."

"Tonight, when you’re fucking him, tell him how you fucked me.
Either he gets turned on… or he gets mad.
And if he gets mad, keep fucking him and tell him you want to see him get fucked too."

"I’ll see if I can pull that off."

After work, I headed home.
My man could smell the sex on me. He bent me over and destroyed my hole.

"You’ve been a slut again today, haven’t you?"
I can never hide anything from him.

An hour later, I got a Unitedmen message:
"I did what you said. He said no at first… but then he agreed. He just wants one thing first—he wants to watch us fuck."