Know when to hold ‘em
Author: plumsuede
Dare: Leda, Brian, a strap-on.
Warning/Rating: Explicit
The look on Brian’s face as he sat playing poker with Leda on Lindsay’s bed told Justin everything he needed to know. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t been invited up to play with them, but after watching Brian’s expression for a while, he figured he was probably not good enough and way too high. He was right.
He wanted to help Brian because he looked so frustrated, so he climbed into his lap and started kissing him. Brian told him to get the fuck off of him, “So I can lose with dignity, for Christ’s sake.” Justin didn’t know if he was mad because he was losing or because he was losing to a girl. Wait, a lesbian.
But the fact of the matter was that he lost, and not by the narrowest of margins. Leda smiled triumphantly and told Brian to pay up, “One thousand dollars, right now, cash.”
“No fucking way.”
“I’ll go to the bank machine if you want, Brian.”
“Shut the fuck up, Justin.” And then to Leda, Brian said, “I’m not paying you a thousand dollars. Too bad. Your winning will have to be enough.”
Leda stared at Brian defiantly, so much so that it sort of scared Justin. Leda was what his father would’ve called ‘all that a bag of chips’ if he didn’t know she was a motorcycle lesbian. Justin decided not to think of what he’d call her if he knew that.
“Fine, make a counter offer.” Leda looked at Justin with some kind of rare, lingering, Amazon lust.
“Oh, fuck no,” Brian said, “You’ll traumatize him.”
Leda gave Justin another once over, “Looks like he could take it to me.”
Justin was still laughing to himself about Brian losing until he realized he was the subject of conversation, “Take what?”
“A strap-on up your ass, you dip shit. Pay attention.”
“Don’t be mean to me,” Justin whined, lying back on Lindsay’s bed, trying to picture being fucked by Leda’s big blue strap-on. It wasn’t exactly sinking in that he was about to be a human sacrifice.
But then it did.
“Nobody’s sticking something that big up my ass unless it’s Brian,” he said. He hoped that Brian could tell how much e-love he was feeling for him at that very moment. “I mean, I don’t mind taking one for the team, but I wasn’t even on the team,” he mumbled to himself, trying to decide if Lindsay’s curtains matched her bedspread. Weren’t they always supposed to, like your belt matching your shoes? He tried to remember to ask Brian about that later. He wouldn’t. Brian’s mind was working nine miles an hour, trying to figure out a way out of this situation while somehow holding on to his manhood. “I’ve never had anything blue up my butt before,” Justin added, getting a very pissed off look from Brian.
“Would you please shut the fuck up for five seconds? I’m trying to think.”
Justin remarked, “So am I. It’s just really hard for some reason.” Brian’s nostrils flared as he lit a cigarette. “You better not smoke in here. Mel will….fuck you up the ass.” Justin busted out laughing and fell off the bed. Brian didn’t try to catch him.
He looked at Leda, ignoring the blond bundle of laughter beside him on the floor, “I’ll fuck you. That’s my final and only offer.”
“Hmm, I kind of like that.”
“Hey, I don’t!” said Justin.
“Shut up,” he was told, in unison.
Leda started to shed her leather jacket, “Here? Now?”
Brian glanced around the room, thinking about asking Justin to stand guard in the hall, but then decided against it. Justin was in no shape to do anything but tattle. He wanted to get it over with so he could go home, fuck the ever-loving shit out of Justin’s perfect little ass and reaffirm his mojo.
“Fine. Here.”
Leda started to take her shirt off, but Brian stopped her, “I’m not looking at your tits. No way.”
“Fine,” she said as her jeans fell on the floor.
“She’s not wearing underwear!” Justin’s body was now halfway under Lindsay’s bed.
“So how do you want me?” Leda asked Brian, sitting on the bed.
He didn’t know how to answer the question because he didn’t want her. Justin announced that he was being squooshed.
“Then get out from under the bed, asshole.”
“Good idea.”
Brian shifted his concentration to the task at hand. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. It’s not like I have to eat her out.
“Wanna eat me out?” Leda asked.
“Oh my god, gross!” Justin screamed.
“Justin, if you say one more word, I swear to god, I’m going to flog you.”
“Really?”
Brian decided to just ignore him and concentrated instead of how he was going to do this. After only half a minute, he decided that he’d just fuck the regular old way because at least then he could bury his face in Lindsay’s pillow and not have to look at her face.
“Justin, hand me a condom.” Brian heard a lot of rummaging around and then saw Justin’s blond head pop up over the side of the bed like the target in a bad game of whack-a-mole.
“One condom!”
He grabbed it, put it on, completely forgetting to analyze why exactly it was that he was hard at this particular moment.
“Um, are you ready?” he asked Leda. He’d be damned if was doing that part.
“Bring it on,” Leda said, spreading her legs and throwing her head back.
“Your hair is so pretty, Leda,” Justin told her right before Brian kicked him and sent him back down on the floor.
When Brian’s cock sank into Leda’s vagina, and it really was this overwhelming sinking feeling, it seemed to know just what to do. His hips began to move and Leda wrapped her arms and legs around him.
“Christ, don’t hold me,” Brian bristled.
“I won this fuck. I can do anything I want.”
“Yeah, Brian,” said a little yellow head re-emerging over the side of the bed. Brian swallowed and held his breath and decided to use Justin to his advantage. He stared deep into his eyes as he fucked her, thinking about Justin’s thick cock, his beautiful ass, and how as soon as they got home, he was going to throw both of them in a very hot shower and make Justin suck his cock for an hour.
Justin watched the magnificent display unfolding in front of him the same way a small child stares at gorillas fucking at the zoo. All he needed was a sno-cone and a runny nose and his day would’ve been complete.
He watched Brian’s hand move to Leda’s hip, and he whispered to her, “He’s about to come. I love this part. It’s my favorite.”
Leda whispered back, “It certainly doesn’t suck.”
“He’s really good isn’t he?” Justin’s eyes twinkled with pride.
Leda didn’t answer him.
She came.
Brian closed his eyes and fell, burying his face in his pillow just like he’d planned.
“Whoa,” Justin said, “That was fantastic!” And then he grabbed both of their pairs of jeans and threw them on the bed, “Hurry! Put these on! Someone’s coming!”
Leda and Brian dressed in record time, getting off the bed and fighting for a place in front of the mirror to fix their hair. The three of them got very quiet for about a minute, until Brian said very sternly, in a voice that he only uses when Gus is in trouble, “Nobody’s coming, Justin.”
Justin scrambled to get under the bed as Brian lunged for him. “You two did,” he laughed from under the bed.
Brian nodded at Leda to go to stand where he was and he walked to the opposite side of the bed where he knew Justin would be coming out. Justin took one look at Brian’s feet, “Shit,” and tried to scramble back the other way where Leda was waiting for him with the strap-on.
This is now a mini-series: Know When to Fold 'Em
Dare: Leda, Brian, a strap-on.
Warning/Rating: Explicit
The look on Brian’s face as he sat playing poker with Leda on Lindsay’s bed told Justin everything he needed to know. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t been invited up to play with them, but after watching Brian’s expression for a while, he figured he was probably not good enough and way too high. He was right.
He wanted to help Brian because he looked so frustrated, so he climbed into his lap and started kissing him. Brian told him to get the fuck off of him, “So I can lose with dignity, for Christ’s sake.” Justin didn’t know if he was mad because he was losing or because he was losing to a girl. Wait, a lesbian.
But the fact of the matter was that he lost, and not by the narrowest of margins. Leda smiled triumphantly and told Brian to pay up, “One thousand dollars, right now, cash.”
“No fucking way.”
“I’ll go to the bank machine if you want, Brian.”
“Shut the fuck up, Justin.” And then to Leda, Brian said, “I’m not paying you a thousand dollars. Too bad. Your winning will have to be enough.”
Leda stared at Brian defiantly, so much so that it sort of scared Justin. Leda was what his father would’ve called ‘all that a bag of chips’ if he didn’t know she was a motorcycle lesbian. Justin decided not to think of what he’d call her if he knew that.
“Fine, make a counter offer.” Leda looked at Justin with some kind of rare, lingering, Amazon lust.
“Oh, fuck no,” Brian said, “You’ll traumatize him.”
Leda gave Justin another once over, “Looks like he could take it to me.”
Justin was still laughing to himself about Brian losing until he realized he was the subject of conversation, “Take what?”
“A strap-on up your ass, you dip shit. Pay attention.”
“Don’t be mean to me,” Justin whined, lying back on Lindsay’s bed, trying to picture being fucked by Leda’s big blue strap-on. It wasn’t exactly sinking in that he was about to be a human sacrifice.
But then it did.
“Nobody’s sticking something that big up my ass unless it’s Brian,” he said. He hoped that Brian could tell how much e-love he was feeling for him at that very moment. “I mean, I don’t mind taking one for the team, but I wasn’t even on the team,” he mumbled to himself, trying to decide if Lindsay’s curtains matched her bedspread. Weren’t they always supposed to, like your belt matching your shoes? He tried to remember to ask Brian about that later. He wouldn’t. Brian’s mind was working nine miles an hour, trying to figure out a way out of this situation while somehow holding on to his manhood. “I’ve never had anything blue up my butt before,” Justin added, getting a very pissed off look from Brian.
“Would you please shut the fuck up for five seconds? I’m trying to think.”
Justin remarked, “So am I. It’s just really hard for some reason.” Brian’s nostrils flared as he lit a cigarette. “You better not smoke in here. Mel will….fuck you up the ass.” Justin busted out laughing and fell off the bed. Brian didn’t try to catch him.
He looked at Leda, ignoring the blond bundle of laughter beside him on the floor, “I’ll fuck you. That’s my final and only offer.”
“Hmm, I kind of like that.”
“Hey, I don’t!” said Justin.
“Shut up,” he was told, in unison.
Leda started to shed her leather jacket, “Here? Now?”
Brian glanced around the room, thinking about asking Justin to stand guard in the hall, but then decided against it. Justin was in no shape to do anything but tattle. He wanted to get it over with so he could go home, fuck the ever-loving shit out of Justin’s perfect little ass and reaffirm his mojo.
“Fine. Here.”
Leda started to take her shirt off, but Brian stopped her, “I’m not looking at your tits. No way.”
“Fine,” she said as her jeans fell on the floor.
“She’s not wearing underwear!” Justin’s body was now halfway under Lindsay’s bed.
“So how do you want me?” Leda asked Brian, sitting on the bed.
He didn’t know how to answer the question because he didn’t want her. Justin announced that he was being squooshed.
“Then get out from under the bed, asshole.”
“Good idea.”
Brian shifted his concentration to the task at hand. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. It’s not like I have to eat her out.
“Wanna eat me out?” Leda asked.
“Oh my god, gross!” Justin screamed.
“Justin, if you say one more word, I swear to god, I’m going to flog you.”
“Really?”
Brian decided to just ignore him and concentrated instead of how he was going to do this. After only half a minute, he decided that he’d just fuck the regular old way because at least then he could bury his face in Lindsay’s pillow and not have to look at her face.
“Justin, hand me a condom.” Brian heard a lot of rummaging around and then saw Justin’s blond head pop up over the side of the bed like the target in a bad game of whack-a-mole.
“One condom!”
He grabbed it, put it on, completely forgetting to analyze why exactly it was that he was hard at this particular moment.
“Um, are you ready?” he asked Leda. He’d be damned if was doing that part.
“Bring it on,” Leda said, spreading her legs and throwing her head back.
“Your hair is so pretty, Leda,” Justin told her right before Brian kicked him and sent him back down on the floor.
When Brian’s cock sank into Leda’s vagina, and it really was this overwhelming sinking feeling, it seemed to know just what to do. His hips began to move and Leda wrapped her arms and legs around him.
“Christ, don’t hold me,” Brian bristled.
“I won this fuck. I can do anything I want.”
“Yeah, Brian,” said a little yellow head re-emerging over the side of the bed. Brian swallowed and held his breath and decided to use Justin to his advantage. He stared deep into his eyes as he fucked her, thinking about Justin’s thick cock, his beautiful ass, and how as soon as they got home, he was going to throw both of them in a very hot shower and make Justin suck his cock for an hour.
Justin watched the magnificent display unfolding in front of him the same way a small child stares at gorillas fucking at the zoo. All he needed was a sno-cone and a runny nose and his day would’ve been complete.
He watched Brian’s hand move to Leda’s hip, and he whispered to her, “He’s about to come. I love this part. It’s my favorite.”
Leda whispered back, “It certainly doesn’t suck.”
“He’s really good isn’t he?” Justin’s eyes twinkled with pride.
Leda didn’t answer him.
She came.
Brian closed his eyes and fell, burying his face in his pillow just like he’d planned.
“Whoa,” Justin said, “That was fantastic!” And then he grabbed both of their pairs of jeans and threw them on the bed, “Hurry! Put these on! Someone’s coming!”
Leda and Brian dressed in record time, getting off the bed and fighting for a place in front of the mirror to fix their hair. The three of them got very quiet for about a minute, until Brian said very sternly, in a voice that he only uses when Gus is in trouble, “Nobody’s coming, Justin.”
Justin scrambled to get under the bed as Brian lunged for him. “You two did,” he laughed from under the bed.
Brian nodded at Leda to go to stand where he was and he walked to the opposite side of the bed where he knew Justin would be coming out. Justin took one look at Brian’s feet, “Shit,” and tried to scramble back the other way where Leda was waiting for him with the strap-on.
This is now a mini-series: Know When to Fold 'Em