[Continued from "Holiday Cheer (Part 1)."]

Whiskey Dick showed up at Mary and Jack’s place.  He had been drinking.  CK and I had been drinking.

We chatted.  CK knew already how Whiskey Dick and I had met (Craig’s List, of course) and the nature of our relationship (fucking) and thought it was hilarious to quiz him on various things about me and us.  She seemed to think that because we were fucking and we liked each other that we should be “together,” whatever that meant.

Whiskey Dick and I were very comfortable with our arrangement, though things were a tad strained since he moved to a place not quite so convenient as a block away from my place.

The three of us were having fun.  I’m not sure who suggested it, but we decided to put on some of Mary and Jack’s porn.  We had the porn on in the background and continued to talk.

Porn being what it is, we were all slightly distracted from our conversation.  When the scene onscreen was a poolside threesome with two guys and a woman with the woman on her back, CK asked something along the lines of, “Why do her boobs go to the side like that?”

CK had huge breasts so I was a bit confused as to why she didn’t understand what gravity does to (natural) breasts when supine.  I tried to explain it to her.  She couldn’t comprehend.  She said her breasts didn’t do that when she laid down.  Really?  How could that be?  They’re huge and gravity is a constant force.

Of course Whiskey Dick took this as an opportunity to ask to see her breasts.  I had never seen them before either and was curious as to how they defied the forces of nature.

They did.  While very large – at least a G or H cup – there was little difference between bra-ed and braless regarding location.  Her gigantic breasts were high and firm.  And her pink areolas were the size of those seen on breasts a quarter of the size.  Her nipples were tiny as well.  CK had fucking amazing tits.

I was still a little irritated at CK’s lack of understanding about the plight of gravitational forces on fatty protuberances, but Whiskey Dick had no problem getting past that.  He was in boobie heaven.

He asked if he could touch her breasts.  He asked if he could touch my breasts.  At one point he had one hand on hers, one hand on mine, and both eyes on the porn that was still playing on the television.

Eventually she and I kissed.  We had been friends for years, and I never hid the fact that I was bisexual, but she was pretty uptight about girl-on-girl action, or anyone perceiving her as anything but straight.  I chalked it up to CK’s paranoid father, who CK said would burst in on childhood all-girl slumber parties to make sure there wasn’t any hanky-panky going on.  Apparently his mother was a lesbian and his worst fear was that his daughter would be as well.

So when CK and I kissed I think it was sort of a big deal.  For both of us.

We moved into Mary and Jack’s bedroom.  CK put on a pair of Jack’s pj pants and refused, despite pleading on my and Whiskey Dick’s parts, to take them off, ever.  Without vaginal penetration we had a threesome.

Whiskey Dick wanted to go down on her but she continued to refuse to take off her pants.  What CK did want to do was suck cock.  She was quite an enthusiastic cock sucker.  I recall thinking that she was enjoying herself a lot.

This was before I liked sucking cock so much.  I liked to suck cock, but it didn’t make my pussy wet and tingly like it does now.  This was before I had fully embraced cocksucking as something I enjoy rather than something I do for the guy’s enjoyment.  I believe sucking Whiskey Dick’s cock made CK’s pussy wet and tingly.  Which of course we never found out because of those fucking pj pants.

It was very late/early.  CK went to another bedroom to go to sleep.  I wanted to make sure she was ok and not freaked out by the whole incident.  She seemed ok.

By the time I got back to Whiskey Dick he was asleep in Mary and Jack’s bed and snoring quite loudly.  I woke him and we left.  In the wee hours of the morning the sun was bright and the cabs were scarce.

We walked toward my place while we looked for a cab.  Whiskey Dick could not get the huge grin off his face.  He kept saying, “That was so cool.  I’m so lucky.”  If he didn’t like tits before that night, he certainly did after.

Eventually we made it back to my place where I took care of my dogs.  I told Whiskey Dick he could sleep some at my house so we crawled in bed.

Only we weren’t ready to sleep.  All night long we’d both been denied good, old-fashioned fucking.  We were still horny as fuck.

Whiskey Dick and I generally had really good sex.  That morning he fucked my ass while I had a dildo in my pussy.  I came good and hard after all that build-up.

That might have been the last time I saw Whiskey Dick.

CK made me promise not to tell Mary and Jack what we’d done in their bed.  I kept that promise – for a while.  After CK and I had a falling out and were no longer friends I didn’t feel the need to keep her secrets any longer.  I certainly wasn’t ashamed of what had happened, and I told Mary and Jack something I had done.  I apologized to Mary and Jack for mistreating their bed without their permission.

I swear.  True story.