Bisexual Couple Fantasy Pt 1

James comes to help me out, but something embarrassing is playing on the television!

I slumped onto my dark red couch, exhausted after another grueling day at work. “God, what a long one,” I groaned, letting my head fall back against the cushions. Reaching for the remote, I stretched too far—as usual—and felt a sudden, searing pain erupt in my lower back as I settled back into place. “Shit!” I yelped, the agony so intense that tears sprang to my eyes. I couldn’t move. Every twitch made it worse, a white-hot spike pinning me in place.

Panicked, I fumbled for my phone, still clipped to my belt. I scrolled through my contacts with shaky fingers. Driving was out of the question—I needed help, fast. My thumb hovered over James’s name. He was on leave from the Army, an experienced medic, and thankfully lived just a few minutes away. I hit call.
“Hello?” His voice came through before the first ring even finished.

“James, man—ahh!” I winced, the pain cutting me off. “I fucked up my back bad. I can’t move—oh God, it hurts.”

“Okay, buddy, I’m on my way.” The line went dead.

Relief washed over me, though it did little to dull the torment. James would know what to do—I hoped. Stuck there, helpless, I tried to distract myself, but then I heard it: “Give it to me in my ass.” My heart lurched. I turned my head toward the TV, wincing as the motion sent another jolt through me. The screen blazed with the title menu of my favorite DVD, Bi Threesome: Collection 1. Two naked men stood facing each other, cocks hard and glistening, while a woman crouched behind them, holding a sign. The remote must have hit the floor and turned the damn thing on when I dropped it.

“Give it to me in my ass,” the speakers blared again, the male voice sultry and insistent. Horror gripped me. James was almost here—what the hell would he think when he saw this? I stretched a foot toward the remote, desperate to shut it off, but the movement doubled the pain. I froze, trapped, as the title screen looped its provocative line.

Two sharp knocks rattled the door before it swung open. “James?” I called, voice tight with dread.
“I brought—” He stopped mid-sentence as he rounded the corner, his eyes landing on the TV just as it repeated, “Give it to me in my ass.”

“Wow… okay,” he muttered, barely audible, his breath catching.

“Just—ahh—turn it off, man,” I pleaded, mortified.

James stepped closer, a hypodermic needle glinting in his hand. “This is a muscle relaxer,” he said, his tone professional despite the awkwardness. “It’ll ease the pain, but you won’t be able to move much for a while after I give it to you.” His gaze flicked back to the screen, then to me. “Didn’t know you were into this stuff.”
My face burned with embarrassment as he injected the shot into my thigh. Almost instantly, the pain began to melt away, replaced by a warm, heavy numbness. I reached down—carefully this time—and switched off the TV. But as the drugs took hold, my legs buckled, and I collapsed back onto the couch. The remote slipped from my hand again, clattering to the floor. I could barely move anything except my head, but the relief was all that mattered.

James settled onto the opposite end of the couch, picking up the remote with a curious glint in his eye. “Now… let’s see what you’re watching.”

“No, James, please don’t,” I begged, but he ignored me. The TV flickered back on, and the DVD resumed. The screen faded to black before cutting to two rugged men laboring at a construction site, sweat gleaming on their skin. A stunning brunette—their foreman—marched into frame, barking orders with authority.
“She’s pretty damn hot,” James remarked, leaning forward. Then a fast-forward icon flashed, and the scene shifted. The men were groping the now-topless foreman, her curves on full display. Another skip, and she was reclining, touching herself as the men stripped down, their hard cocks bobbing into view. I stayed silent, pulse racing. “There we go,” James said approvingly as one man sank to his knees, taking the other’s shaft in hand.

“Suck my cock!” the standing man demanded, and his partner obeyed eagerly. My eyes were glued to the screen—my favorite part was coming up.
“Uh… yeah,” I mumbled, glancing at James
. My jaw dropped. He’d unzipped his pants, his thick, eight-inch cock standing proud in his fist. It was gorgeous—tanned, veined, rising from a nest of dark hair that trailed up his stomach. He pumped it slowly, deliberately, his gaze fixed on the TV.
The drugs had me in a strange haze. I couldn’t feel my own body enough to tell if I was hard, but watching James stroke himself sent a surge of envy through me. “James,” I said, my voice weak.
He didn’t respond, too absorbed in the scene. The woman onscreen circled behind the standing man, crouching low. Her perky C-cup breasts bounced as she leaned in, burying her face between his cheeks. The man groaned, caught between the mouth on his cock and the tongue in his ass. James clearly loved it too.

“Damn, this is hot!” he said, standing up, his hand working faster. He turned to me, finally registering my presence. “You okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” I managed. “I’m enjoying watching you. Wish I could join, but I can’t feel a damn thing.”
“Soon,” he assured me. “That stuff wears off quick. Want me to help you get ready? You’re up for some fun, right?”

“Hell yes,” I said, adrenaline spiking.

“Good. I’m calling Anna. She loves licking ass while I suck cock.”

My mind reeled as he grabbed his phone and dialed. Was this happening? James, my Army medic buddy, about to suck me off while his wife tongued my ass? He hung up quickly and moved toward me, undoing my belt and jeans with practiced ease. He tugged them down, then peeled off my underwear. My cock—shaved smooth and already half-hard—sprang free, growing to its full six inches under his touch.

“Holy shit, this is one sexy cock, man,” he said, kneeling between my legs. His warm mouth enveloped me, and sensation flickered back—just enough to feel the wet heat of his tongue. My cock stiffened fully, the fog in my head clearing as the drugs faded. I moaned, a hand instinctively finding the back of his dark hair, guiding him as he bobbed.

My strength returned in waves. I lifted my hips, thrusting deeper into his mouth. He met my rhythm, one hand still stroking his own cock. Minutes passed in a blur of pleasure until I couldn’t hold back. “James, man, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.”

He pulled off just long enough to say, “Please cum,” before diving back down, adding his hand to the mix. That pushed me over the edge. My body shuddered as I erupted, thick spurts firing into his mouth. He swallowed it all, unfazed, as I groaned through the aftershocks.

He sat back, wiping his lips. “How many men have you been with?”
“You’re my first,” I admitted, still dazed.

The front door creaked open. “Oh my. Hello,” came a woman’s voice—Anna.