When We Let A Man Into Our Bedroom

As the saying goes, just saying. During my first job out of college I shared an office with a girl from Kentucky (we both worked for a large utility). We became friends, we were both new in town and it was our first job after college. She had a way about her that was enticing, and she enticed me into a bit of girl stuff. A kiss. And them more. We moved in together and we were quite happy.

Along comes this dude, a dude with a mission. He set his eyes on her, like I said she had this way about her, and after several failed attempts he turned his attention to me, but I rejected him too. Too much man for my taste. We laughed at night and made jokes that he probably had a small dick, all these super masculine guys had small dicks. Until one night he came by, unannounced with sex on his mind and he had a big dick and big balls and he fucked us both, first you, then you, type of thing. Well at that time no dick had crossed our thresholds since we started to get along together.

We were laying in bed in the morning, still naked and he stood at the foot of the bed and pulled the sheet of us and we stared back at him. His dick was moving, like a lizard poking its head up. Moving until it was not quite hard but hard enough for us to notice. My girlfriend asked me in a whisper what that look on his face was and all I could think of was 'possession is nine10ths of the law". His dick got hard again and he showed us why he was the masculine one in the room.