SIMON HENRY AND ME

I’ve always known what I wanted. Always known what made my blood run hotter, what made my skin tingle, and what made my heart race. And when it came to men? Well, I was never one to play coy or pretend otherwise. I adored them, all shapes, all sizes. From dark, rich skin to golden tans, lean bodies, or strong, muscular frames. There was something about men that had always intrigued me. I'd always been open about how I saw and felt about men. Honest to a fault. But it wasn't just men. It was the dynamic, the energy, the tension. That feeling of connection, of being seen and desired for exactly who I was.

That's exactly how I met Simon and Henry.

We had crossed paths most unexpectedly, at a friend's party just off-campus one late summer night. I'd seen them before, around town, at the gym. They were the kind of pair that turned heads, without even trying. Simon was tall, broad-shouldered, with smooth, dark skin that practically glowed under the dim lights of the party. His calm, confident demeanor was what first drew my eye. Henry was his opposite in so many ways, blond, with a body that was all lean muscle and restless energy, always moving, always buzzing with life. But it wasn't just their looks or presence that caught my attention; it was the way they moved together, how comfortable they were in each other's space. The kind of friendship where they didn't even need to speak to communicate. It was when I noticed their ease with each other that I realized. They were different from each other. It was the way Simon's hand rested casually on Henry's back as they talked to others, the way they'd naturally lean into each other, share a private look, and simply smile. Their effortless connection intrigued me, drawing me in. I'd somehow appear wherever they were, and we'd exchange a quick nod, nothing more. Then, one night, after a loud party with my drunk friends, Simon approached me.

"You've been watching us all night," he said confidently. I leaned against the porch railing, raising an eyebrow. "You didn't seem to mind." Henry, who had somehow found his way over, laughed, shaking his head. "Why would we? We were watching you, too."

I couldn't help but smile. They were bold, direct. It was refreshing. "So, what now?"

That was the start of it. The start of us.

We spent the next few weeks getting to know each other, and it wasn't long before I realized that their connection went deeper than friendship. They were both bisexual, and not in the casual, maybe-this-is-a-phase kind of way. They were open about it, comfortable in their skin and in their attraction to each other as well as to women. It was part of what made their friendship so strong. They didn't need to hide anything from each other; they embraced it. It made everything about them magnetic.

The first time they told me, we were sitting at a bar downtown, sharing drinks and conversation that had started innocently but, like all things between us, had turned flirtatious. I had always suspected there was something more between Henry and Simon than mere friendship. The way they looked at each other, the way they touched, felt just a little too familiar for two straight guys. I had always been a little too direct for my liking.

"I've seen the way you two look at each other," I finally broke the silence. "You guys aren't just friends, are you?"

Henry flashed a crooked smile, the one that always made me feel like he was two steps ahead of the conversation. "We're best friends," he replied, "but yeah, it's more than that."

Simon leaned back in his chair, those dark, intense eyes fixed on me. "We are together and not together, you get?" he said simply. "We're close. We trust each other."

A thrill raced through me at their admission. It was rare to find men so open about their sexuality, especially when it blurred the lines of friendship. But it made perfect sense when I looked at them ,Henry's easy charm and Simon's steady strength created an intoxicating balance. The more time we spent together, the more I realized I wanted to be part of it.

A drunk evening took on a different tone as we settled back at my apartment.

"So, how does this work?" I asked, teasing but genuinely curious. "The two of you... And me?"

Henry grinned, running a hand through his messy blond hair. "Well, that depends," he said. "What do you want?"

I took a breath, letting the words melt in the air. "I want to see what happens when you guys get together." Simon's hand found my knee. I could feel his warmth through the slant of my clothes. "Then we'll go as far as you want us to go. No more, no less."

They wanted me, just as much as I wanted them. I was ready to take the plunge.

I leaned in, closing the distance between us. Henry met me halfway, our lips crashing together in a passionate kiss. Simon's hand moved up my thigh, tracing patterns on my skin. I moaned into Henry's mouth, feeling his hands on my waist, pulling me closer.

We broke apart, gasping for breath. Simon's lips found my neck, nipping at my earlobe. "You're so fucking sexy," he murmured.

I arched my back, feeling Henry's hands find my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples through my shirt. "Yes…oh god yes," I moaned. The feel of my skirt shifting up, followed by Simon's fingers slipping lower, finding my wetness underneath my panties.

"Fuck, you're soaked," he said, his voice dancing on the warmth of my skin. Henry's mouth found mine again, his tongue exploring. Simon's fingers moved inside me, and I cried out, my hips bucking against his hand. "That's it, baby," Henry murmured. "Let us make you feel good." I nodded, speechless as Simon's fingers moved faster, his thumb circling my clit. Henry's mouth descended, his lips finding my breasts, sucking my nipples, grazing them with his teeth.

I was close, so fucking close. Simon's fingers sped up, his thumb pressing harder.

I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me. Simon's fingers slowed, his thumb still pressed against my clit, while Henry's mouth returned to mine.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous when you cum," he said. Simon pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste his fingers. "Fuck, you taste good," he voiced gravelly. I sat up, legs shaking. Henry and Simon looked at me, their eyes dark and intense. "Are you ready for more?" Henry asked. I nodded, breathless. Henry stood, pulling off his shirt, followed by Simon. Then they both removed mine. I couldn't help but stare at their muscular bodies. As Henry leaned down to kiss me again, Simon stepped closer, capturing my gaze.

"Want to see something?" Simon asked, a teasing smile on his lips.

They didn't just talk; they ignited. In an instant, Henry and Simon were locked in a fervent kiss, a tangle of limbs and hungry mouths. Henry’s hands, agile and strong, roamed Simon’s muscular back, tracing the taut lines of his shoulders and the flex of his bicep. Simon, in turn, deepened their kiss, his tongue delving, exploring every crevice of Henry’s mouth with an eager urgency that left no doubt of his desire.

Henry’s cock was already swollen and demanding, a testament to the simmering tension between them. Simon, with a predatory glint in his eyes, didn't hesitate. He dropped to his knees, taking Henry's insistent hardness into his mouth. He sucked and licked with unrestrained enthusiasm, each slick, teasing stroke coaxing a deep, guttural moan from Henry's throat, a sound that vibrated through the air, and by admission to me.

Henry, in a burst of primal command, then pushed Simon gently onto the ground, spreading his legs wide in an open invitation. My pussy began to throb, a desperate, insistent ache, watering at the very thought of joining their raw display. But the pull to watch them, to witness their unbridled passion unfold before me, was stronger. So I leaned back on the couch, my legs falling open in a mirror of Simon’s vulnerability, my fingers trailing over my heated skin, touching myself to the soft, rhythmic moans that whispered from their intertwined bodies.

He continued, his head buried between Simon’s legs, his tongue making quick, devastating work of Simon's balls, sucking them gently, tenderly, before trailing his tongue up and down Simon's shaft, each motion deliberate, teasing, and utterly consuming.

“Yes… Henry, yes,” Simon moaned, his voice a breathless plea, his hands finding purchase on Henry's head, guiding him in slow, tantalizing circles.

“Yeah, I’m gonna cum if you keep going like that,” Henry gasped back, his voice thick with building pleasure, his hips twitching reflexively. Then, a sharp, knowing edge entered his tone. “But we have a lady here waiting for us.”

"That was incredible," I breathed, taking a deep gulp of air as Simon released Henry's cock with a wet, hard pop, his lips glistening with arousal. The sight of it, the raw hunger in both their eyes, sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

"Join us," Simon said, turning his head to meet my gaze, his expression an open invitation. His eyes, dark and knowing, held mine, pulling me into their orbit.

Without a second thought, I leaned in, capturing Simon's lips in a hungry kiss. At the same moment, Henry's hands found my waist, his touch firm and possessive. His fingers slid down my body, tracing the curve of my hips, finding my wetness once more, while Simon's fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer still.

They shifted, a fluid dance of bodies. Simon guided me down onto the plush couch cushions, positioning himself in front of me, his legs gently parting mine. Henry settled behind me, his warmth a comforting pressure against my back, his hands already roaming my skin, tracing patterns of fire. I felt Simon's body pressed against mine, his legs holding mine wide, a silent command.

"Ready for this?" Simon asked, his voice low and seductive, a velvet rumble that vibrated through me.

"Yes," I breathed, the word a desperate whisper as anticipation coiled tight in my belly.

With a teasing smile, Simon leaned in closer. He kissed my lips first, a soft, lingering touch that promised more, then created a scorching trail down my jawline, along my throat, until he was eye-level with my throbbing pussy. He licked one swollen labia with his tongue, a slow, deliberate stroke that made me gasp. "So wet, I could eat you all day," he moaned into my center, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. "Since this is your first time, we're going to introduce you slowly, okay?"

I turned my head back towards Henry, seeking his lips. Our tongues clashed, breath mixing, and I could taste the salty essence of Simon on his mouth, a delicious, carnal flavor.

With a loud moan that echoed into Henry's mouth, Simon began his assault. He sucked at my clit, pulling, licking, tasting, his expertise undeniable. "Fuck," I moaned into Henry’s mouth, the word ripped from me by the sheer intensity.

I couldn't close my legs from the overwhelming pleasure, and with Henry's legs holding them firmly in place, I felt everything, every single exquisite sensation. Simon continued to suck, a relentless, maddening rhythm, while Henry's hands moved to my breasts. He fiddled with my nipples, pulling them taut, then twisting them sharply. A raw cry escaped me, and I broke away from Henry's mouth, moaning into his neck as the pleasure became blinding, unbearable. Simon sucked harder, his mouth a vacuum, and Henry rubbed slowly, deliberately, at my erect nipples, each touch amplifying the torment and ecstasy.

"Fuck, I'm gonna... cum, please! Please, let me come, please!" I begged, my voice going hoarse, my core tightening, clenching around the phantom pressure.

"Cum for us, baby," Henry murmured, his mouth returning to my clit, joining Simon's relentless assault, doubling the pleasure.

"Yes, yes, yes," I chanted, my body shaking as the orgasm crashed over me, a tidal wave of sensation. "Fuck yes, oh God!"

Henry and Simon held me as the waves of pleasure washed over me, their hands stroking my body. When I finally opened my eyes, their desire mirrored my hunger.

"That was amazing," I said, my voice ragged.

Henry smiled, his hand resting on my stomach. "We're just getting started."

Soon, we were on my bed, slick with sweat. Henry was behind me, his cock sliding in and out, slow and deep. Simon in front, his cock in my mouth, his hands tangled in my hair. "Fuck, you feel so good," Henry groaned, his hips quickening.

I felt his cock hitting that perfect spot inside, and I moaned around Simon's cock, the vibrations sending him into a frenzy.

"God, your mouth feels amazing," he gasped, thrusting faster.

Another orgasm built, my body tensing. "Harder," I begged, muffled around Simon's cock. "Fuck me harder."

Henry slammed his hips against mine. The sound of our bodies filled the room, skin slapping skin.

"Yes, yes, yes," I chanted, writhing as the orgasm built. "Deeper, deeper."

Simon pulled out of my mouth, face flushed. "I'm gonna cum," he gasped, hand wrapping around his cock.

I watched him stroke himself, his body tensing. "Cum for me," I whispered, voice hoarse.

He groaned, body convulsing as he came, his cum landing on my chest. I moaned, bucking against Henry as the sight of Simon's release sent me over the edge.

"Yes, yes, yes," I chanted, convulsing as the orgasm washed over me. "Fuck yesssss."

Henry groaned, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing inside me. We collapsed onto the bed, tangled, gasping for breath.

"Wanna do it again?" I asked, voice still hoarse.

Henry and Simon exchanged a look, their smiles matching the wicked gleam in their eyes. "Fuck yeah," they exclaimed in unison.