After my first threesome with Jake and Lana, we all passed out together in the warm glow of the cannabis plant spirit, and in eager anticipation of the next day. We drifted into sleep, three naked bodies cocooned in each other’s gentle caresses.
I was the last one to fall asleep. Soon after our conversations melted into silence, Jake and Lana started breathing softly and rhythmically. After every couple of breaths, Lana cooed as I continued to stroke her majestic nipples.
Before he fell asleep, Jake ran his fingers through my hair and said, “I don’t know why it took us this long to do this with you. I’m so glad we finally did. This is just the beginning, buddy. Wait till you meet Alex and Jiselle tomorrow.”
1. Memory and Desire
A year earlier, I had watched Alex’s threesome with Jake and Lana at a totally debauched Abercrombie & Fitch (A&F) party. Since then, the scene had haunted my fantasies. Whether I jerked off or lost myself in sexual reverie, the memory of Alex breeding Lana and Jake jizz-splashing Alex’s face kept looping in my mind.
The memory of Alex’s mildly androgynous beauty and sex appeal felt spellbinding, beyond words and “types”. His presence was a delicate dance, a harmonious blend of masculine and feminine grace. He had the frame of an ectomorph, slender and lithe, with a defined musculature that hinted at a strength belied by his delicate appearance. His V-shaped torso tapered down to a thin waist, creating a powerful statuesque silhouette.
Alex’s facial features were thin and angular, contrasting with his full, sensual lips, his blue eyes a window into his confident and slightly roguish personality.
Despite Alex’s alluring androgynous appearance, his behavior was unmistakably masculine. He carried himself with a swagger, a playful cockiness tempered by a quick wit and a sense of humor as sharp as his features. He was an erection-inducing paradox, a blend of soft and hard, delicate and strong.
The crowning piece of this enigma was Alex’s big, smooth, circumcised cock. In stark contrast to his slender frame, it almost seemed disproportionately fat against his delicate exterior. It unforgettably completed this ethereal symphony of contrasts.
I didn’t yet know much about Jiselle, Alex’s new girlfriend, but I did see a single photo of her in a bikini on the cover of a La Perla catalog. She looked like she could have been Alex’s half-sister from an inter-racial marriage. With a mix of Asian and Caucasian features, she also had a slender frame with lusciously curved breasts and full lips.
As I drifted into sleep, I felt that I was already in heaven, and tomorrow was another day. But I also felt the stirring of an inner beast. Having just had my first threesome, I felt a ravenous appetite for fucking other guys’ girlfriends. I wanted more. I didn’t know it at the time, but what Lana regarded as Jake’s “sex addiction” had rubbed off on me.
2. Rude Awakening
The next morning I woke up when I felt something warm, firm and smooth slapping and rubbing gently against my cheek. With my mind still wandering through the hypnopompic realm between dream and waking consciousness, I ignored the sensation, treating it like the sound of an alarm clock I didn’t mean to set.
A couple of times, I brushed away the thing slapping against my face, but it kept coming back, alternating between slapping my cheek and parting my lips. After a while, these initially gentle intrusions into my sleep became more insistent. I reached for my face again to deliver a more forceful response to this intrusion, and the second I felt it in my hand, I automatically opened my eyes.
With my head resting on a pillow at the edge of the bed, Jake stood in front of me, pressing the tip of his raging erection against my lips. Bleary and a little startled, I only managed to say “Hey. What…?” before Jake nonchalantly delivered the news: “Alex and Jiselle canceled.”
Without even breaking the rhythm of his slaps and pokes, Jake started to explain why this change of plans was a “massive disappointment”. With a pouty look on his face, Jake kept rubbing his cock on my face as he explained that this cancellation disappointed him because he and Alex had been planning this hangout for months, ever since Alex’s very first date with Jiselle.
“Jiselle hasn’t been formally introduced to the lifestyle. And you know how much I love first-time swingers, especially when I’m the girlfriend’s first ‘other guy’.”
I remembered that, in my partying days with Jake and Lana, they got extra excited when they managed to recruit a first-timer, whether guy or girl. In total, I must have watched Jake and Lana with at least five recruits; only one of them was a first-timer, and Jake’s initial explanation of his behavior brought back the memory of the event.
3. The First-Timer Fetish: Hunting for Fresh Blood
It was a rooftop party in Manhattan after our very first New York Fashion Week (NYFW). At the time, Jake, Lana and I were just getting started in the business and working for barely any pay. Backstage at some of the runway events, we briefly gossiped about a more experienced highly paid model who was the clear star of the show. Jake and Lana started spinning their usual fantasies about threesomes, but the schedule was so intense and grueling that they didn’t have the chance to nurture the fantasies, much less do anything. So, after the event, we were happy to just unwind.
Conrad, the star model we had been gossiping about, showed up while I was mingling with the crowd. I observed from a distance as Jake and Lana immediately wrapped Conrad into a conversation. They were like predators surrounding their unsuspecting victim. I knew what they were doing, and I was amazed by how smoothly they operated. Everything about their demeanor seemed cool and effortless, but they were as determined as any addict in search of his next fix.
Along with cannabis and other treasures in their recreational pharmacy, hunting for recruits was a big part of Jake and Lana’s fix, the “opium” that allowed them to tolerate life in a heartless world. Especially after a chaotic experience like NYFW, hunting was a knee-jerk reflex for them. I knew why this drug worked so well. It was an exquisite power trip. Jake and Lana were a high-status, painfully attractive couple navigating their social lives with an offer people couldn’t refuse.
They loved studying people’s reactions to the offer: the surprise, lust, confusion, offense, excitement, disbelief. I don’t know if they did this consciously, but I think they developed a good-cop-bad-cop strategy. Lana was the bad cop who would approach targets usually selected by Jake, but it was also a delight to see how good she was at subtly influencing Jake’s selections.
Anyway, Lana was the bad cop because her job was to extend the offer as if this is what Jake wants. Meaning, she’s doing this for her boyfriend, and the target is just a tool, a way for Lana to make her boyfriend happy. During the hunt, Lana never showed her own attraction to the targets. She might have seemed even unimpressed and indifferent. She never complimented the targets. She tempted them with the offer, leaving Jake, the good cop, to give them the deeper validation they craved.
As I observed Jake and Lana’s conversation with Conrad from a distance, I didn’t even need to hear what was said. I knew that Conrad was hearing an offer he couldn’t refuse. Jake and Lana were highly effective predators, but the targets didn’t always accept the offer immediately. However, Conrad apparently did.
About fifteen minutes after I noticed that Jake and Lana disappeared with their unsuspecting victim, I went downstairs to the host’s apartment to use the bathroom. The door to the bathroom was locked, and I was going to wait, but based on what I heard through the door, I knew exactly what was happening. The door must have opened mere seconds after Lana finished swallowing Conrad’s jizz load. Both he and Jake came out red-faced, with Lana still savoring the taste of the milkshake from the star himself.
When Jake told me about what happened in the bathroom and during their conversation on the rooftop, I realized that there is a real first-timer fetish among people who share their intimate partners. The good cop and the bad cop surrounded Conrad, they didn’t expect to find a first-timer. In the modeling industry, kinky and transactional fucking is often the norm, and Conrad seemed like the guy who had probably done it all. When the predators realized they found someone not yet sullied by the industry norms, they smelled blood in the water.
I guess there’s a special pleasure in knowing that this is the other guy’s or girl’s first time. It dramatically enhances the hunter’s power trip with a target who’s stepping into an unfamiliar world. The emotional dynamic may seem vampiric, but the predatory desire I discovered through Jake and Lana isn’t drawn to blood. It’s drawn to cum – feeding it and eating it.
When Lana came out of the bathroom, she had a cum-eating grin on her face. Not only did she satisfy a primal lust, she did it with a first-timer. Jake and Lana seemed convinced that the cum of first-timers carries special powers.
4. Playing Along
As I reminisced about the rooftop party, I understood why Jake was so disappointed about the change of plans with Alex and Jiselle. I understood that Lana wasn’t exaggerating when she told me that her boyfriend may have a sex addiction. Jiselle was Jake’s next dose of heroin.
But it still wasn’t clear why Jake expressed this disappointment by massaging my face with his cock. And why did Jake’s cock seem preternaturally engorged? It almost seemed amazing that the rest of his body had adequate blood flow. The skin on his tip was tight, his shaft firm and pointed at the ceiling. He had to lean over me to point his tip at my lips.
As this display of dominance continued and I came out of my hypnopompic haze, I also remembered how volatile Jake can be during his episodes. Normally, a harmless change of plans for the day wouldn’t have been a big deal for Jake, but he reacted to Alex’s SMS the way any addict would react to being deprived of his next fix. He was ready to drain his balls, and he wasn’t going to let this change get in the way. He was acting childish and entitled, but in his inimitably charming and disarming way.
Despite the rude awakening, I was still in the warm after-glow of our gentle caresses the night before. The three of us felt comfortable with each other; we understood and trusted each other. Even without any fucking, it was an unforgettable night. So, soon after my surprised and startled reaction, I eased into the moment as Jake continued to massage and gently slap my face with his raging hard-on. Lana was nowhere to be seen.
Playing along, I continued the conversation about the rescheduled hangout. It turned out that Alex and Jiselle didn’t really cancel. They simply wanted to reschedule for the next morning. The fact that Jake described this change as a “cancellation” showed me how sensitive he was and how much this hangout meant to him.
We continued speaking as if neither one of us noticed Jake’s unprovoked and slowly intensifying gestures of sexual dominance. He said that, after he saw Alex’s text message, he felt a bit anxious, and he raided his recreational pharmacy again.
As we kept talking, not only was I not surprised that Jake was rubbing his cock and balls all over my face, I also realized this was Jake’s other side. The day before, he was one with everything. Now, he was sliding toward being afraid of everything. In both these states, Jake resorted to his favorite ‘escapes’: sex and drugs. But when he was processing anxiety or disappointment, he typically turned sexually dominant and took larger doses of his drugs and plants.
Of course, my rude awakening was also unsurprising because Jake wasn’t just seeking comfort and connection after Alex’s SMS. This was also part of his pattern with most guys who have fucked his girlfriend. Fucking the other guy’s face was Jake’s way of saying both “Thank you” and “Fuck you”.
Jake’s casual and unapologetic manner was disarming, and I played along without any inner conflict, even though every slap of Jake’s cock against my cheeks was redrawing my sexual boundaries. In college, I had decided that I could only do anything sexual with other super-sexy mildly androgynous guys. Jake certainly checked that box. But I also felt that the most I could do was to have these male beauties suck my cock and swallow my cum. In theory, I was open to sucking cock myself, but in reality, I never did it. I had never had my face fucked or massaged with a cock.
During this phallic massage, I had one of the most erotic conversations of my life. It aroused me to talk about everything except what was actually happening in the moment. Verbally, we barely even acknowledged this hugely important milestone in my sexual history.
5. The Plant Spirit Returns
For the first time in my life, I felt like I was in a hypnotic trance induced by the sight of Jake’s museum-grade cock and smooth hairless balls dangling inches from my face. Talking about Alex and Jiselle’s postponed visit seemed to make Jake feel better, and I finally asked: “So what exactly did you take from the pharmacy? Looking at your cock, I would guess that you took a heroic dose of boner pills.”
“Nah,” he said. “I just took a sativa gummy.”
As Jake kept gently slapping and rubbing my cheeks and lips with his majestic wand, I could tell the cannabis plant spirit was back. Even though Jake wasn’t yet exerting himself physically, his cheeks turned red, his movements were becoming more dominant and lustful, and he started talking about what was actually happening in the moment. “Such a pretty face,” he said as he switched from cock-slapping me to pressing his balls into my lips. “Your face is my boner pill.”
My own erection was raging, and I started stroking myself. I was going to ask Jake about the edible, but he stopped me mid-sentence. “Sit up,” Jake ordered softly. After I complied and leaned against the headboard, Jake jumped up on the bed and straddled my face. He leaned against the wall with his left hand and used his right hand to shove his cock in my face. “Open!” he uttered his wish like a king.
6. A New Taste
As Jake’s cock penetrated my mouth, I clutched my cock even harder, not even so much because I wanted to stroke myself, but because I wanted to have something to hold on to, almost as a way to ground myself as my sexual boundaries were being redrawn.
With his very first thrust, Jake reached the back of my throat, his shaft barely halfway in. My thoughts started to race, not just because of the physical sensations, but also because I was now in a submissive role for the first time. Jake was now doing to me what I had done to many guys in the past, gay and straight. Until this moment, I never thought I would find myself on the other side.
I had also seen Jake do this to many other guys in the past, and I knew what to expect. By the time I tasted Jake’s precum, I knew that this rude awakening was also a dream come true. When I watched Jake shoot his jizz load in Alex’s face at the A&F party, I felt a strong desire to arouse Jake the way Alex aroused him. So, this was a kind of “Mission Accomplished” moment.
Jake’s arousal seemed almost animalistic as he thrust into my throat and twisted his hips to snake his cock against the back of my throat. It didn’t take long for us to reach the moment of truth in which I would find out how I feel about the taste of hot jizz. Would I recoil in disgust? Would I gag?
As I swallowed Jake’s semen, I realized that how I feel has nothing to do with the taste. It’s all about the meaning of the act. I couldn’t express the meaning of the act in words. But I can tell you what happened next.
7. My Other Side
My other side came out. Getting face-fucked by Jake helped me realize that just as he has “the other side”, so do I. One side loved Jake’s treatment, and it wanted more. The other side felt the sting of hurt pride. One side was one with everything, and it craved novelty. The other side experienced novelty as a threat. The new experience here wasn’t just the fact that Jake just fucked my face; it was the way he did it. He did to me exactly what I had done to others: he used my mouth as a cum receptacle.
After Jake drained his balls in my throat, he delivered the final cock-slap on my lips and triumphantly walked out to the kitchen. He left me with my raging hard-on. I could tell how much he enjoyed this performance of humping-and-dumping me, of discarding me like a used condom. I knew he savored this moment because I had myself delivered countless such performances in the past. They always added fuel to the flame of the ego trip, and Jake’s flame was larger than life.
When Jake’s ego trip brought to life my other side, I was consumed by a single realisation: “Jake just got ‘one up’ on me, and I need to get one up on him.”
But Jake wasn’t even done yet. After feeding me his jizz and urging, in the heat of ecstasy, that I should “Swallow…swallow…swallow”, he was now continuing the performance with cocky humor. The door was open, and I could hear that Lana just came out of the shower. She and Jake started making coffee, and I could hear their conversation. Once she saw Jake in his post-coital bliss, they both started laughing.
“Oh my God!” Lana cried. “Jake, did you just fuck our guest? Must you do this to every guy who fucks me?!”
“Come on, babe,” Jake replied with self-satisfaction. “I just served our guest a breakfast smoothie.”
Then, Jake called out to me, “Hey dude, you want some cream in your coffee?” Both he and Lana giggled amusedly.
I played along with the ribbing, but my other side was now trapped in a game of one-upmanship. I had to even the score. The more Jake and Lana laughed, the more they added fuel to the flame of my desire to restore the balance of power.
8. Seriously Funny
We kept joking around for another minute or so before I joined Jake and Lana in the kitchen, my cock still swollen with unreleased desire. Jake was still totally naked, his cock now limp, and Lana had the bath towel wrapped around her.
It was immediately clear that Jake was back to being one with everything. He greeted me with a hug, squeezing my straining cock between us. “Sorry I got a little rough, dude,” he said warmly, gently slapping my butt.
As soon as Lana saw my raging hard-on, she exclaimed: “Oh my God, babe, did you leave our guest high and dry? You can’t blue-ball people like that!”
As if to acknowledge Lana’s support, I walked around to the other side of the kitchen counter to give her a hug. With my balls and erection pressed against her towel, I said: “Think of it this way, Lana. This is how your boyfriend prepared me for you.”
I cupped her breasts and took off her towel in a single motion. Without saying anything, I turned Lana around and bent her over the kitchen counter, with both of us now facing Jake. As I started rubbing the tip of my erection against her pussy, I said: “Your boyfriend really prepared me well.”
I rubbed the evidence of my preparation against Lana’s clit and labia, occasionally slapping her pussy with my cock the way Jake had slapped my face. When I made eye contact with Jake, I could swear he knew that he was now looking at my other side. He knew that this was my way of getting one up on him. He knew this wouldn’t be a gentle fuck.
9. Balance Restored
For a moment Jake sat speechless, his mouth slightly open, his gaze shifting between me and Lana. I could feel my first deep thrust into Lana’s dripping pussy reverberate not only through her body, but also on Jake’s face. He could read on Lana’s face the exact moment I parted her silky pussy with my cock.
Holding Lana’s hips firmly with both my hands, I plowed her pussy, each thrust deep and deliberate. Her breath hitched between yelps and moans, all giving her boyfriend what he craved: the sight of another male beauty making his girlfriend squirm with pleasure, making her even more desirable.
To give Jake a fuller view of his girlfriend impaled on my cock, I placed one hand around her throat, the other around her supple breasts, and I raised her head from the kitchen counter. With Lana and I now both standing, facing Jake, I kept up the rhythm of stabbing thrusts into her pussy, giving Jake a full view of his girlfriend’s quivering breasts.
I still get hard every time I recall this moment. It was a sign of the great chemistry in our threesome. We understood each other without words. Jake understood that, while the day before he shared his girlfriend with me, I now had his girlfriend all to myself. He wasn’t even invited to join, only to watch. He was now in the submissive role, and my “other side” felt a rush of satisfaction.
This moment started to restore balance in our relationship, but I knew exactly how I would get fully one up. Just as Jake treated me as a cum-guzzler, I would treat him as a cuck. That meant I had to be the “bull”.
As I started breaking out in sweat from the intensity of my exhibitionist display of dominance, I took charge of the situation as unapologetically as Jake earlier took charge of my throat. I ordered Jake to sit on the couch. He complied, his cock now sprung back to life as I alternated between deep and deliberate thrusts into Lana’s pussy and pounding her like a jackhammer.
As the rhythm of my thrusts intensified, Lana’s moans filled the room, her body quivering every time my crotch pressed against her ass with a slapping sound. Jake started jerking his cock at a furious pace, his cheeks now beet-red as the cannabis plant spirit heightened his sensitivity to the sight of his girlfriend fucked like a rag doll.
Jake watched intently from the couch, his second erection of the day raging almost as much as the first. I could see the desire in his eyes, the mix of arousal and submission. I knew he was enjoying the show, but I also knew he wanted more.
I pulled out of Lana and guided her to step up on the couch, straddling Jake’s face. I stepped up right behind her, and slid my glistening cock back in her pulsating pussy, as Jake’s tongue started flicking against her clit. Within seconds, I could feel her getting closer to the edge, her muscles tightening around my cock. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I want you to cum for me, Lana. Cum all over my cock.”
Lana’s response was almost immediate, her body convulsing as she reached her climax. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure, and I could feel her pussy pulsing around me. I didn’t let up, continuing to penetrate her, my balls now hitting Jake’s chin with every thrust.
I could feel Lana’s body trembling as Jake’s tongue worked its magic. I leaned down and kissed her, my tongue exploring her mouth as Jake’s tongue explored her pussy. The sensation was overwhelming. My cock was a volcano ready to erupt.
As my cum started gushing into Lana’s unprotected pussy, Jake continued to lick her clit. Lana’s body convulsed again, her moans muffled by my kiss. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, a deep sense of satisfaction coursing through my body, as my massive jizz load oozed out of Lana’s pussy all over Jake’s mouth.
Drained, I stepped off the couch and into another “Carpe Diem” moment: the sight of my mesmerizingly beautiful cuck eating my cum from his girlfriend’s pussy.
10. Aftercare
I didn’t just want to seize this moment because I was now one up on Jake. I also felt something very tender, an appreciation of the deep intimacy between Lana and Jake. I loved the way she talked to him as she fed him my cum. She both encouraged him and soothed him. She understood the emotional complexity of their kink, especially during Jake’s episodes.
Just as Jake knew not to join when I was fucking Lana in front of him, I knew not to join now that Lana was showering Jake with aftercare. Instead I put on a bathing suit and went out to the beach.
11. A New Mania
When I got back from the beach, both Jake and Lana greeted me with warm hugs, and we spent the rest of the day at a couple of bars and restaurants nearby. The start of the day had been so intense that we weren’t even sure we were ready to continue the debauchery with Alex and Jiselle the next day.
Our attitude changed later that evening, soon after Jake received another SMS from Alex: “Hey. You didn’t make it to my livestream yesterday. Everything OK? Did you not get my email?”
Lana and I were hanging out in the living room when Jake burst in after checking his email. “You’re not gonna believe this!!! Look, look!!! Alex and Jiselle started a fucking OnlyFans channel!!! They did a fucking livestream!!!” He sounded like someone who just won the lottery.
Buzzing with energy, Jake barely contained himself enough to forward the link. Then he stormed out of the house to call Alex. (He liked to talk on the phone while pacing around the beach.) For the next thirty minutes, Lana and I were glued to my phone screen watching Alex and Jiselle’s debut livestream on OnlyFans.
In Part 3, I’ll tell you how our plans with Alex and Jiselle changed again after we watched their video. Here, I’ll conclude with Jake’s reaction to the video. It lit him up. Until the three of us fell asleep together again, Jake had another mini manic episode. He didn’t just want to start an OnlyFans channel with Lana; he was possessed by the idea. He was bursting with ideas, and he wanted more ideas from me and Lana.
Both Lana and I laughed coyly, but the truth was that Jake wasn’t the only one lit up by Alex and Jiselle’s OnlyFans debut. I was lit up because, by now, Jake’s “sex addiction” had thoroughly rubbed off on me. Lana was lit up for a very different reason; she saw OnlyFans as a fun way to make serious money.
Without making any decisions, we fell asleep again in each other’s gentle caresses, joyfully open to whatever the next day would bring.
