The Present

His cock filled my asshole. It was about 9 inches long and as thick as a quarter. Slowly I raised myself off of him and then went right back down. I was trying not to look at the man who was currently inside of me because he wasn't my boyfriend.

Technically I wasn't cheating, Bryan, my boyfriend had set the whole thing up as an anniversary present. Most people took their significant others out for dinner, mine got me the straight man I had lusted after forever.

"You're so tight!" Mitch groaned under me. That sent the rest of my blood rushing from my head to my cock. Never before had I orgasmed when I was the bottom but tonight seemed to be different. "I'm going to shoot my load in you!"

As if that was my cue, I released my own load all over Mitch's stomach and chest. His cock pulsated inside of me and the deep throated groans told me that he was cumming.

My body, exhausted from the activities, collapsed on the bed beside him. Without thinking I nestled in his arm and put my head on his chest. "That was even better than I imagine it could be."

"I jerked off a few times thinking about you in bed too," His admission startled me. For years we had been colleagues, and I had wanted him in the worst way. My friends tired of hearing my lustful musings about him. “Elliott, I have a confession. At work I had to be the straight guy, I had to be like the rest of the guys but I’m bi.”

My head spun with this new information. If only I had known that Mitch was bi and into me, then I would never have gotten together with Bryan. My eyes closed as I thought about him, the scene when he gifted me with Mitch floated into my mind.

“Your gift is in the bedroom,” He drawled in a sexy way. My cock immediately responded, sex with him was always an adventure. My eyes darted to the bedroom, he watched me as I looked that way. “Go on, go get it.”

“Come on,” I grabbed his hand but he pulled it away. His hazel eyes sparkled with mischief. Absentmindedly he ran his hand down my chest and grinned at me. “What do you mean?”

“Well I figure that every single day we make love. But there is one person who you’ve lusted after for so long that it’s not funny anymore. Don’t be mad but I hacked into your Facebook and found Mitchell Rodriguez and asked him if he’d be interested in getting together with you,” The breath left my body. I was shocked, SHOCKED that Bryan would do this. “When he came over I told him how you always wanted to fuck him. He agreed and so that is my gift to you.”
I could still feel the way he kissed me before he walked out the door…..

Reality hit me like a ton of bricks when I realized that Mitch was kissing me. His lips were soft and warm. His tongue probed into my mouth, our bodies melded together. When he pulled back from the kiss, his deep brown eyes penetrated mine then he nuzzled my neck. Slowly he traced a line down to my nipples, which he licked and then kissed. Without realizing it, I whimpered “Oh My God!”

His erection pressed against my own. I wrapped my legs around him, his cock teasing my hole. Less than a half an hour had passed since we had first had sex but I needed him in me again, as if he was reading my mind he pushed the head in a little. My head was spinning with delight but something inside of me told me to hand him the lube that sat on the nightstand by the bed. He applied some to his cock and then to my hole. Soon he was inside of me again, pumping away.

“I love you, Elliot!” Mitch whispered in my ear. The words somehow made it through the lustful haze that I was feeling, my entire body reacted with a shiver. His breath tickled my neck, moans escaped from my throat without me even needing to release them.

“I love you too!”

The door to the bedroom opened, and a heartbroken Bryan stood there. None of us said a word as he silently shut the door. The fantasy that I had just been lost in crashed away replaced by the constraints of a new reality. “I was going to see if I could join the two of you but clearly I would be the third wheel.”

There was nothing that I could say to make things right. He had obviously heard me tell Mitch that I loved him and there was no amount of back pedaling that could take it back. When Mitch pulled out of me I realized that he hadn’t worn a condom, something that compounded the situation.

Bryan turned on his heel, looked back and hissed “I hope you enjoyed the present.” Then he slammed the door shut behind him.