Expanding Horizons, Part II of III

Thea and I continued on with our lives and relationship. It wasn’t all about the sex between us—we both still continued with school, of course. We enjoyed spending time with each other. We went out to lots of different places. And of course, we had increasingly wild sex.

One thing Thea loved to do was go out to clubs. She was a fantastic dancer and I loved watching her, so we spent many a night out in the various dance clubs of our college town. One of her favorites was a local gay bar, Inferno. It was a very cool place. Three stories high, the first two floors were for dancing. The top floor served as more of a lounge, with couches lining the sides of large room, a quieter bar where people could relax and talk, and a pool table in the center of it all. The place had great dj’s and was usually packed with a fairly mixed, though mostly gay, crowd. We spent many a night there, until we were recognizable to the staff and the owner.

A favorite past time of Thea’s when we were there, especially after a good bit of dancing and a number of drinks in her system, was to begin scouting out the gay men in the crowd. She would slowly assess them, picking out her favorites and then she would begin, whether we were together at the bar or dancing closely in the crowd, begin to rub up against me, whispering in my ear what she wanted to see me do with each one. “Mmm, that one’s beautiful—I would love to watch you sucking his dick until you made him cum.” “Check out that one over there—it would be so hot to see you getting your little ass pounded by him. I bet he’s got a huge cock.” Her fantasies usually led to wild fuck sessions between as at the end of the night and they didn’t bother me in the least.

I had gone from my initial apprehension about even telling her that I’d had sex with men before to enjoying the turn-on her fantasies about watching me with another man gave her.

And admittedly, her fantasies often turned me on too. There were any number of nights when, as we moved together on the dance floor and she whispered in my ear about some particularly attractive young stud and how she would get so hot if she could watch me giving him head or bent over getting the fucking of my life by him, I would find myself getting rock hard at the images she was putting in my head. And since she always made sure to reach down and give my crotch a squeeze as she was pouring out these stories of hers, she invariably knew when she had come up with a particularly steamy one.

Like I said, we were at Inferno enough that the staff and owner got to know us by sight. In fact, Thea started to befriend the owner and he would often come to chat with us when we would come in. His name was Jimmy and he was a very nice, attractive guy, as well as an interesting character. Only in his late twenties, Jimmy had started out working on an advanced degree in business, decided he would rather be focusing on the practical end of the field rather than reading about the theoretical stuff, and ended up dropping out of school after one semester. Somehow, he had managed to convince a couple of banks to give him small business loans and had turned those into a very successful nightclub business.

As I’ve said, he was an attractive guy. About my height at 6’1, Jimmy had shortish sandy brown hair and laughing brown eyes. He often alternated between being clean-shaven and sporting a well-trimmed goatee. And while it was obvious he worked out, he was not a particularly big guy, merely fit and trim, a body like that of a swimmer’s.

And he was also an extremely nice guy, quick with a hello upon seeing us, often treating us to free drinks. Thea was very fond of him and the two of them would often drift away from me to chat and gossip. I sometimes wondered what it was they were talking about, though, as it times it seemed as though I was the subject, so often would the look over at me during their conversations, always grinning wickedly when I would catch them at it.

One night, Jimmy approached us about 30 minutes before closing and said that we should stay after and have a few drinks on the house as his guest. Thea quickly agreed for both of us. The night was still young and free drinks were always a bonus.

After closing, Jimmy told the bartenders and other staff that they could go home early after they finished a few necessary tasks and that they would just do the rest of the cleaning the next day. He then took us back to his office.

I’d never realized he had an office at the club and to reach it we had to go through a door marked “Staff Only,” past the storeroom they kept the liquor in, and down a narrow hallway which passed behind the first floor bar. The office was small but very comfortable, with room for a desk for Jimmy’s computer, an easy chair, and a sofa. A bathroom adjoined the office, big enough to wash up in, but not much else. Thea and I settled down on the sofa as Jimmy pulled a bottle of bourbon out from his desk and poured us all drinks.

We talked for some time, mostly small talk, with Jimmy explaining how well his business had been going, us talking about our respective schoolwork. As Jimmy went to pour his third drink, I thought to thank him for his hospitality, “Hey Jimmy, thanks again for letting us hang out with you after hours here. That’s really cool of you.”
“It’s my pleasure,” he replied, smiling. “You two are some of our best customers.”
“We love it here,” Thea chimed in. “This place is fantastic.”
“It never bothers you, though, that most of the people here are gay?” Jimmy asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
I laughed, but before I could answer Thea jumped in, “Oh, believe me, it doesn’t bother him at all.”

I laughed again and nudged her as she giggled and jumped up and ran to the bathroom. But Jimmy picked right up on the opportunity she’d provided, “You don’t have to worry Matt. I’ve heard you’re more than comfortable with men. In fact, that you’re rather, uh, good with them.”
The bourbon was working on me well now and I took another sip, feeling warm and light-headed but entirely at ease. “I knew you guys were talking about me all those times,” I laughed, swirling the ice cubes through my drink.

“It’s certainly nothing to be ashamed of, Matt. It’s good you’re comfortable enjoying a variety of things sexually,” Jimmy was smiling at me now, knowingly.
“He’s not ashamed of it at all. He loves it. He can’t get enough of it sometimes,” I heard Thea say from behind me. Looking up at her, standing in the bathroom door, I saw that she was naked, wearing nothing but her strap-on, just as she had been the first night she’d used it on me. As my alcohol hazed mind processed the scene, realizing they had planned this night, Jimmy slid over on to the couch next to me.

“He’ll do whatever I want him to do, just so he can get it, just so he can turn me on,” Thea said, now coming closer and wrapping her arms around my shoulders, kissing my neck.

“Is that right?” Jimmy asked, his hand running up my thigh as my cock began to grow.
“Yes,” I breathed, as I simultaneously began rubbing the back of Thea’s thigh with one hand and Jimmy’s crotch with the other. “Oh, yes.”
“I want to see you suck his cock so badly,” Thea was cooing in my ear. “I want to see you take it all.”

I didn’t need any more prompting and quickly had Jimmy’s pants undone and his hardening member in my hand. As I bent over and began kissing it, running my tongue across its surface, I could see it was large but not unmanageable. About 8” in length and fairly thick, cut, with well-trimmed pubes. “Take it,” Thea half-pleaded, half-commanded. “Let me see you suck it.”

I inhaled his now rigid cock into my mouth and Jimmy shuddered at the sensation. Thea, too, was taken by my actions, as she ran her nails down my back in delight. For me, I was completely swept up in the moment now, wanting nothing more than to deep throat this beautiful cock I had in my mouth, slobbering hungrily as I worked more and more of it into my throat.