My best friend in my early 20s just happened to be a man who identified as gay and we had planned to catch up in the evening. He would often try to shock me into speechlessness but had never managed it....until that night. I was excited to go as I knew a mutual friend I had a crush on would be there. I’d been asked if I wanted to sleep with him in the past but had a partner. The curiosity and want to see him was always there though.

As I knocked on the door my jaw almost hit the floor. In front of me were at least a dozen men in various states of undress getting very friendly. Apart from my friend putting on gay porn while we watched tv in the past I’d only ever been with my boyfriend and hadn’t had sex in the flesh shoved in my face. I squeezed in between writhing bodies and sat on the couch, all the while trying not to make eye contact with the other men.

Revelling in my discomfort my friend eventually dragged me into the kitchen and informed me he was in the middle of a bi/gay swingers party. Gee...you think?! He excitedly asked me if I’d made up my mind about the threesome he and my crush had asked me about. I stammered that I wasn’t sure. Wanted to but was too shy. Not sexually experienced enough. I eventually said no and went into the main bedroom and sat in the chair to be more alone but they followed me in there.



Standing in front of the chair they began to kiss and undo each other’s belts, then zips. As they were kissing I could feel myself responding to it. Tried to ignore it but couldn’t and reached out to take each of them out of their briefs. All my inhibitions slid away as I slid each of them in turn into my mouth. They both reached a hand out, pulled me up out of the chair and led me over to the foot of the bed.