The candlelight flickered across the table, casting a warm glow on Moira’s red curls, which spilled over her shoulders like molten fire. Her curves filled a tight black dress, her full breasts pressing against the fabric, a sight that always stirred Kevin. They were halfway through a bottle of Merlot, the air heavy with intimacy, when Kevin’s pulse quickened. For months, a fantasy had consumed him, one he’d only dared hint at in their most heated moments. Tonight, emboldened by the wine, he leaned forward, his voice low. “Moira, there’s something I’ve been thinking about… a lot.”

Her green eyes sparkled with curiosity, lips curling into a teasing smile. “Oh? Spill it, babe.”

He swallowed, heart racing. “I… I want to see you with another man. Watch you let go, see you… enjoy it. Your body, your pleasure—it’s all I can think about.” The words tumbled out, raw and unguarded, his cock stirring at the thought of her trembling under a stranger’s touch, her moans filling the air.

Moira’s eyebrows arched, her smile widening, but there was a glint of mischief in her gaze. She swirled her wine, taking a slow sip, letting the silence stretch. “That’s quite the fantasy, Kevin,” she said finally, her voice sultry. “You want to see me surrender to someone else? My curves, my moans, all for another guy?”

He nodded, cheeks flushing. “Yeah. It’s not about losing you—it’s about seeing you… unleashed.”

She leaned closer, her breath warm, eyes locked on his. “I’m not saying no,” she purred, “but there’s a catch. If I do this, I get to watch you first.”

Kevin blinked, caught off guard. “Watch me? With… who?”

Her lips curled into a wicked grin. “Not a woman, babe. I want to see you with a guy. I want to watch you take a cock too.”

The words hit like a jolt, his mind reeling. He’d never considered men that way—his fantasy was about her pleasure, not his own exploration. “Moira, seriously,” he stammered, cheeks burning. “This is about you, not me wanting someone else.”

She tossed her hair, laughing brightly. “That’s my deal, Kevin. You want me to play, you go first. I want to see you push your limits, feel what it’s like. Fair’s fair.” Her gaze softened, but her tone was firm. “Think about it. If you’re game, I’m in.”

The challenge burrowed into his mind, a mix of shock and intrigue. The notion of being with a man felt alien, not repulsive but utterly unfamiliar. Yet, the vision of Moira—her body open, her moans echoing—gnawed at him relentlessly. He tried to push her condition aside, convincing himself it was a playful deterrent, but it lingered, a seed planted deep.

Weeks later, that seed sprouted on a Friday night that turned everything upside down.

Out with friends, a few beers warming his veins, Kevin took a wrong turn down a neon-lit street. The sign read “Pulse,” its thumping bass drawing him in. Only after ordering a drink did he notice the crowd—mostly men, some dancing close, others sharing heated glances. He’d stumbled into a gay bar.

He could’ve left, but the alcohol softened his edges, and Moira’s words resurfaced: “I want to see you take a cock.” A reckless thought took root: what if he did it? What if he pushed past his nerves to unlock his fantasy? His pulse raced, nerves and resolve intertwining.

A man at the bar caught his eye—tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and a confident smile. “I’m Jake,” he said, offering a drink. Kevin nodded, his mind spinning. Jake’s gaze was bold, tracing Kevin’s lips, his chest. “First time here?” he asked, leaning closer.

Kevin swallowed. “Just… checking it out,” he said.

Their talk flowed easily, Jake’s charm easing Kevin’s tension. When Jake suggested a quieter corner, Kevin followed, the air electric. Jake’s hand grazed his thigh, and Kevin didn’t pull away. “You seem... curious,” Jake said, his breath warm. “Ever been with a guy?”

“No,” Kevin admitted softly.

Jake’s smile was inviting. “Want to try something new?”

Kevin’s mind urged retreat, but Moira’s image—her curves writhing—pushed him forward. “Yeah,” he said, steadier. “I want you to fuck me.”

Jake’s eyebrows lifted, his grin sharpening. “Bold move,” he said, voice low. “But here’s the deal: you want that, you're gonna have to suck my cock first.”

Kevin froze, the words hitting like a cold wave. Sucking a cock felt like a line too far, more intimate than he’d prepared for. His stomach churned, his mind teetering on retreat. But then he saw her—Moira, her body arched, her lips parted as another man moved over her, her eyes glazed with pleasure. The image burned, overriding his hesitation. For her, he could do this. “Okay,” he said, voice tight but resolute.

Jake’s grin widened. “Good.” He led Kevin to a dim back room, a worn leather couch in the corner. Kevin’s heart pounded as Jake leaned in to kiss him, but Kevin pulled back, his breath catching. Kissing a man felt too personal, too intimate, a step he couldn’t take. Jake raised an eyebrow but didn’t push, instead unbuttoning Kevin’s shirt. “On your knees,” he said, voice firm but not unkind.

Kevin sank down, hands trembling as he unzipped Jake’s jeans. Jake’s cock emerged, thick and heavy, the sight jarring. It was warm, pulsing, a bead of pre-cum glistening. Kevin’s stomach twisted—not with disgust, but with the weight of this moment. For Moira, he thought, wrapping his fingers around the base, its heat grounding him. He pondered the strangeness: kissing Jake had felt wrong, too close, a line he couldn’t cross. Yet here he was, about to suck a cock, and somehow that felt more doable, a task he could tackle. If he was going to do this, he’d do it right, drawing on every moment Moira had gone down on him, her lips and tongue working him in ways that drove him wild. He knew what felt good, what made his body sing, and he’d use that now.

He leaned in, lips brushing the tip, the taste of salt and skin sharp. He took Jake into his mouth, the weight pressing against his tongue, filling him. His jaw strained, breaths uneven through his nose. He focused, mimicking Moira’s techniques—slow, deliberate licks along the underside, a gentle suction at the tip, his hand stroking the base in rhythm. Jake groaned, louder than before, his hand tangling in Kevin’s hair. “Fuck, you sure this is your first time?” Jake said, his voice thick with surprise. “You’re a natural.”

Kevin felt an odd swell of pride at the words, a strange satisfaction in doing this well, even if it wasn’t for his own pleasure. It was raw, overwhelming, the act stretching him beyond comfort, but he leaned into it, his tongue swirling, lips tightening, drawing more groans from Jake. The irony struck him: he’d recoiled from a kiss, yet here he was, a “natural born cock-sucker,” and the thought almost made him laugh. It wasn’t arousal, but a sense of control, of mastering this for her.

Jake pulled him up, Kevin’s lips swollen, jaw aching. “Damn,” Jake said, eyes dark. “You’re good.” He guided him to the couch, positioning him on hands and knees. Kevin’s fingers gripped the leather, his body tense with apprehension.

Jake’s hands moved to Kevin’s waist, tugging down his trousers and boxers in one swift motion. The cool air hit Kevin’s skin, and a surge of apprehension washed over him as Jake nudged his legs apart, the slight spread making him feel exposed, vulnerable. His heart raced, the reality of what was coming next sinking in. He was crossing another line, one he’d never imagined, and the weight of it pressed against his chest. Yet, Moira’s image—her body trembling under another man—kept him anchored, urging him forward.

Jake reached for a bottle of lube, the click of the cap loud in the quiet room. Kevin flinched as the first cold drop hit his arsehole, a shocking, slick sensation that sent a shiver through him. It was foreign, almost intrusive, the coolness spreading across his untouched skin, heightening his awareness of his exposure. Jake’s finger followed, circling gently at first, then pressing against the tight ring. Kevin’s breath caught, his body instinctively clenching against the intrusion. The first finger breached him, a sharp, stinging stretch that felt like a violation, yet there was a strange intimacy in it, a slow yielding as Jake worked it deeper. Kevin’s mind reeled—nothing had ever been there, and the sensation was raw, overwhelming, a mix of discomfort and curiosity. He focused on breathing, trying to relax as Jake’s finger moved, coaxing his body to open.

When Jake added a second finger, the stretch intensified, a deeper burn that made Kevin grit his teeth. But Jake was patient, his movements steady, loosening Kevin with a rhythm that felt both clinical and deliberate. The fullness was strange, not painful now but demanding, forcing Kevin to confront his body’s limits. He felt exposed, vulnerable, yet there was a growing acceptance, a sense that his body was adapting, preparing for what was next. Moira’s image burned in his mind, giving him the strength to push through.

Jake withdrew his fingers, and Kevin exhaled, his body trembling slightly. When Jake pressed his bare cock against Kevin’s entrance, the reality hit hard. The head was thick, unyielding, yet its surface carried a surprising softness, like velvet over steel. As it pushed past the tight ring, a searing ache flared, raw and unrelenting, but beneath the burn was a strange warmth, a presence that felt both foreign and, in some inexplicable way, welcome. Kevin gasped, his body resisting, then yielding to the throbbing fullness. As Jake moved deeper, his cock slid against Kevin’s prostate, sending a sudden, unfamiliar jolt through him—a new sensation, like a deep, electric hum that rippled through his core. It wasn’t pleasure in the way he knew it, but it stirred something primal, unexpected, making his cock twitch involuntarily. He’d never been touched here, never imagined this sensation—Jake’s cock, hard and pulsing, its softness easing the stretch, filling him in a way that was both invasive and oddly grounding. The duality shook him: it was alien, yet his body seemed to accept it, adapting to the rhythm of Jake’s slow, deliberate thrusts, each one grazing his prostate, amplifying that strange, new sensation.

Jake’s voice broke through, low and rough. “Fuck, Kevin, you’re so good,” he murmured, his hands gripping Kevin’s hips. “So tight, such a great fuck.” The words hit Kevin like a spark, a mix of surprise and that odd pride swelling again, even as he focused on Moira’s image to anchor himself. Jake paused, hands steady on Kevin’s hips. “Relax,” he said, and Kevin tried, fingers digging into the leather, the praise mingling with the physical sensations, driving him deeper into the moment.

As Jake moved, the burn softened, giving way to a deep, pulsing pressure, each thrust a blend of hardness and that strange, soft warmth, the occasional brush against his prostate sending shivers of that unfamiliar sensation through him. His breath came in short bursts, his cock hardening, bobbing with each movement. A low moan escaped, surprising in its depth. Jake’s rhythm quickened, his grip tightening, and Kevin met each thrust, driven by his goal, Jake’s words—“so tight, such a great fuck”—echoing in his mind.

When Jake’s hand closed around Kevin’s cock, stroking in time, it was too much. Kevin came hard, vision blurring, cum spilling onto the couch in shuddering waves. Jake followed, thrusts uneven, a deep groan as he spilled inside Kevin, the warmth intimate, mingling with the lingering sensation of his cock’s hard-soft presence and the faint echo of that prostate stimulation.

They collapsed, breathless, Kevin’s mind reeling. He’d done it—sucked a man like a pro, let him fuck him bare, surrendered in ways he’d never imagined. All for Moira.

At home, Moira lounged on the couch, her silk robe slipping to reveal her curves. “You’re late,” she teased, but her eyes caught his flush, his dishevelled state. “What’s up?”

He spilled everything—the bar, Jake, the taste of him, how he’d channelled Moira’s skill, the cold shock of lube and the stretch of Jake’s fingers, the searing yet strangely welcome stretch of Jake’s cock, its unexpected brush against his prostate, Jake’s praise as he fucked him, his refusal to kiss but willingness to suck. His voice was reverent, caught in the intensity of the memory. Moira’s eyes widened, cheeks flushing. When he mentioned the stickiness in his boxers, she tugged them down, her breath catching at the proof.

“God, Kevin,” she whispered, arousal thick in her voice. She climbed onto him, grinding against his now freed cock, her wetness soaking through. She kissed him hard, her tongue fierce, and paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tasted something unfamiliar on his breath—a faint, musky hint of Jake’s cock. The realization sent a flutter through her, a pulse of heat to her loins, intensifying her arousal. Her body trembling with desire, Moira reached down, her fingers deftly guiding him to her soaked pussy, her slickness now brushing against his tip, she leaned close, her voice husky.

“Tell me again,” she urged, her eyes locked on his.

Kevin began recounting the story, his words faltering as she sank down, taking him deep, her heat enveloping him. He groaned, stunned—she’d never been this wet, her pussy a liquid fire, a slippery, silken grip that overwhelmed him. Moira rode him with fierce abandon, her hips rolling, her moans growing louder, more desperate, fuelled by his tale and the taste on his breath. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and she threw her head back, her body shuddering as an earth-shattering orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching around him in waves that pulled Kevin into his own release. She pulled back, licking her lips, her gaze still locked on his, her body pulsing from the climax.

Moira’s eyes gleamed. “You forgot I wanted to watch,” she said, fingers trailing his chest. Kevin’s heart sank as he realized his oversight, the memory of their candlelit deal flooding back. “You did this without me. So, here’s the deal: arrange for me to see you with a guy—maybe Jake—then I’ll let you watch me. Fair’s fair.”

Kevin’s cock twitched, fear and desire colliding. He’d crossed a line tonight, and Moira was pushing further. But the thought of her, open and moaning under another man, made it worth it. He nodded, voice rough. “Deal.”