I wanna hit the beach this weekend, not the books. Like, what the fuck does he think he’s doing?’ ‘Man, if I didn’t have to take this, I’d, ...ike, drop this shit in an instant. Fuck, this is nuts already.’ Paul smirked inwardly to himself. Part of his strategy as a rookie lecturer was to be seen as a no-nonsense kind of guy. He figured they wouldn’t walk all over him if he started off firmly in charge of things. As the departing din lessened and he gathered up his notes, Paul noticed that. As I entered apartment I was stunned when I saw my boyfriend. To my amazement, he was fucking his ex-wife Cynthia. I thought she was long gone and forgotten.He and I had been having a homosexual relationship for over a year now. With him as the top and me as the bottom. Yet here he was fucking his slut ex. I recognized her from pictures Randy had shown me. Pictures that were long gone.I had met Randy when he was on the rebound after Cynthia had left him, and taken him to the cleaners in divorce. When I got there, one of the men had a woman up on the dining table. His pants were around his knees, and he was thrusting into her. Some of the guests watched with interest. Others carried on chatting, only casting casual glances in their direction. The woman herself was the cause of most of the noise, shouting her pleasure at the feeling of the cock inside her. I watched her breasts bounce in time with his pounding. Her brown hair was cut in a jaw length bob. Her teeth bit her lower lip. She. But this night was oh so different. Mike slowly worked that cock into my ass. He fucked me it seemed like all night but in reality he fucked me for a good hour before cuming inside me. After he came he got between my legs and sucked the cum right out of my cock. We both put our boxers on and drifted off to sleep. The next morning we all gathered our belongings and headed back home. Even though Tom and Sam were following us home I grabbed Mike’s zipper and pulled his cock out. Mike’s car.