The Muse: MMF Bisexual Romance

by A. Anders

  Kai began to imagine that in the morning, the euphoria of this moment would be gone and the frustration he felt from his daddy’s distance would be back. So needing someone he could begin the new day with he turned back toward Em who seemed unconscious as she swung from her wrists.

  He looked around the room for something he could use to cut her down. With a hand saw freeing her, she crumpled onto the ground. Her legs were too weak to support herself and Kai knew the feeling. Looking down at the pool of naked Jello at his feet, he wished that his daddy was still there so he could carry both of them upstairs. But since he was not, he knew the duty was his.

  Kai picked his girl off the ground and cradled her in his arms. Carrying her up the stairs and through the house, he rested her down onto his bed. Kai climbed into bed with her and threw his arms around her.

  Feeling her warm soft breath on his chest he knew that his daddy was right about one thing, he did fuck her like a man. Kai knew he would have to remember and learn from what he saw. Somehow his daddy had taken the always teasing, always dominant Em, and turned her into a purring kitten. Kai considered it nothing short of a miracle and admired his daddy even more for it.

  Kai knew that he had gotten more than just the fulfillment of his fantasies tonight. For the first time, he got an example of what it meant to act like a man. This was all he ever wanted from Lucas. Kai’s life had screeched to a halt once his boyhood ended and he didn’t know how else to act. But now with his first example under his belt, Kai began to feel free.

  He had seen his daddy fuck and be fucked like a man, and it wasn’t lost on him. From it, he knew that being a man wasn’t about what you did, but how you did it. And with that understanding down, he felt the beginning of his new life opening up.

  He wasn’t sure that he would ever again experience anything like he just experienced with his dad, but for the first time, he looked forward to his future. What he understood now was that his future didn’t rest on the next thing he would do; it rested on how he did it. And with that first lesson that he felt only a father could teach, he knew it was time for the rest of his life to begin. Having wanted to grow up for so long, this made him eternally grateful.

  The end.

  *****

  Stripped Bare

  Tyler leaned against his parent’s bedroom door. His mother was out of town for the week, so the sound of a giggling woman coming from within surprised him. After listening intently for a moment he peeled himself away and looked down at his shorts. A large bulge was developing and he didn’t know why.

  ‘Leah!’ he thought with a sudden realization. ‘That’s Leah!’

  Tyler latched onto the knob and threw open the door. Turning to the bed he found his new daddy Axle, and his recent ex-girlfriend, Leah. Both were naked and Leah was sitting on top of him.

  Tyler felt a volcano of anger well up inside of him. He was livid. And just as he took an aggressive step towards the two, Axle did something unexpected; he stuck his hand under his pillow and whipped out a gun pointing it at his son.

  Tyler immediately froze. Leah, who sat on Axle’s hard rippling stomach, froze as well. Neither one would ever have imagined this. Certainly, Tyler had picked up on his new daddy’s dark side and had shared it with Leah, but neither considered that he slept with a gun.

  Tyler looked up into his confused daddy’s eyes. His long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and his large chest bulged supporting the gun. By the look of him it was clear that Tyler had caught him by surprise and Axle was quickly determining what he should do next. Then, without warning, Axle threw his hand up onto Leah’s throat and squeezed. Tightening his grip on the young thin neck, Axle’s face no longer looked confused; it looked like he had a plan. And from the deep ridges between his daddy’s angry blue eyes, Tyler knew that he was in trouble.

  “What the fuck is this?” Axle bellowed.

  Axle looked up at Leah who gripped his wrists in response. She didn’t speak.

  “You two setting me up?”

  Tyler, who hadn’t considered that interpretation of what was happening, tried to speak but couldn’t. Fighting to breathe as his heart beat out of control, his mind flew through the dangerous scenarios where Axle’s interpretation made sense.

  Tyler was eight when his dad died and his mother inherited all of his money. His dad had started a very successful business that he sold for millions before he passed and Tyler never wanted for anything. His mom, on the other hand, wanted something she could never find. She seemed to go through men like chew toys. Tyler’s childhood involved a series of good looking father figures all of which were younger than his mom and temporary.

  All of that stopped, though, when she met Axle. Axle was the best looking and most alluring of the bunch. Tyler had always suspected that he was a model in his youth, but since he didn’t talk about his life before meeting his mom, Tyler could never be sure.

  Tyler was never sure about much when it came to Axle and his mom, but one thing he did know was that his mom suspected his new daddy of getting action on the side. So when they got married, his mom made it known to anybody who would listen that her new husband had signed a prenuptial agreement that specifically stated that he would receive nothing if he was caught cheating during their marriage. Tyler’s mom thought that with dozens of eyes watching him, she would get his cream without any of the sour. Tyler had thought so too, but now looking at his naked ex-girlfriend’s long dark hair brushing Axle’s stomach, he knew that they had both been wrong.

  “You two fucking set me up!” Axle growled tightening his grip on both Leah neck and the trigger.

  “No, I swear,” Leah choked out. “Tell him, Tyler.”

  Tyler remained frozen fighting to speak.

  “Tell him!” she yelled barely able to breathe.”

  “Yeah, you tell me how you set me up, Tyler,” Axle hissed with enough venom to kill.

  Leah’s face turned bright red as she pleaded with her ex. “Please, Tyler. Tell him.”

  Watching Leah’s eyes close, he heard words coming out of his mouth. “We didn’t set you up, I swear. I swear!”

  Tyler watched as Axle scanned his narrow gorgeous face for deception. He wasn’t sure what his daddy found, but Axle did loosen his grip on Leah. Leah coughed as her face returned to its smooth olive.

  “Yeah? Then what is this?” Axle snarled.

  “My ex-girlfriend being a bitch,” Tyler spit.

  “Ex-girlfriend?” Axle asked looking up at the girl on top of him. “This true?”

  “Yeah,” she squeaked out feeling her heart rate finally slow down.

  “So you just wanted to fuck me to get back at him?” Axle quickly determined.

  “No,” Leah said defensively.

  Axle gripped Leah again. “Don’t you lie to me!”

  Feeling his large strong hands clench, she relented. “OK, yeah. I was just trying to get back at him.”

  The anger returned to Axle’s face. He tensed his fingers without clenching them and then tossed Leah onto the bed beside him. “Fucking bitch,” he muttered. “Get up,” he barked at Leah. “And you, close the door,” he said waving the gun at Tyler.

  Still naked, Leah crawled out of bed and stood next to Tyler as he closed the door. Axle, also naked, crawled out of bed and faced the two. Tyler knew that he shouldn’t but he couldn’t help but take a quick look at his daddy’s dangling cock. It was huge. Even soft it was seven inches. Tyler had never seen anything like it. His incredible tool with his undeniable good looks told Tyler everything he needed to know about how Axle had become his new daddy.

  “So we have a problem,” Axle said as he rounded the bed to the two. “You have something on me that could really fuck my shit up. The question is ‘what do I do about it?'” Axle took a secure grip on his gun. “You know people have killed for less.”

  Tyler’s heart raced as it dawned on him that in minutes he could be dead. With that thought in place, he couldn’t think of anything else. The silen
ce extended into what Tyler felt was an eternity and it was Leah, standing naked at his side, that again spoke first.

  “What about if you had something on him too?” Leah volunteered.

  “Hmmm… That’s a start. Like what?” Axle asked intrigued.

  “Something that you could use against Tyler if he tells anyone about us.”

  Axle thought for a second. Considering Leah’s proposal, he noticed as both shivering 19-year-olds reached for each other’s hand. Seeing that, he knew their vulnerability.

  “Like what? And I’m going to need something from both of you. You first,” Axle said pointing at the lean, dark-haired pretty nymph, whose C cups and perfect body twitched with fear. “And it better be something fucking good unless I’m goin’ to plan B.”

  Tyler didn’t need to ask what plan B was. The speed at which Axle withdrew his gun gave him some idea about his mysterious past and the lengths he would go to hold on to what he now had.

  Tyler looked at Leah when he felt her loosen her grip on his hand. She looked nervous, but now it seemed she was nervous in a different way. She rubbed her hands together in thought and its weight suddenly displayed on her face. Tyler couldn’t tell what she was about to say, but never having seen his usually apathetic girlfriend so vulnerable, he suspected it was big.

  “I need to whisper it to you,” she said with her eyes locked on Axle.

  “This better be fucking good. Do you hear me?”

  Leah looked down at the floor. “I promise.”

  Axle was intrigued. Waving Leah to him he leaned his head down and turned the gun toward Tyler.

  Leah tip-toed up to his head and cupped her hands around his ear. After a pause, she spoke.

  “I – um,” she said not knowing how to start. “I have a brother.”

  “Yeah,” Axle said unimpressed.

  “And sometimes – um.” Leah looked for the courage to continue. “Sometimes we fuck.”

  Axle immediately pulled away looking into the nymph’s eyes for deception. “You expect me to believe that you…”

  “Stop!” Leah shouted quickly cutting him off. Leah lowered her head in shame.

  Axle examined Leah’s movements and gestures looking for anything that indicated that she was making it up. He found nothing.

  “Still?” Axle asked wondering how much it overlapped onto her and Tyler’s relationship.

  Without looking up, Leah shook her head ‘yes.’

  “Does Tyler know?”

  She shook her head’ no,’ and Axle stared at her in silence.

  Tyler, who watched this exchange closely, was at a loss for what could turn his hardened, tough as nails ex-girlfriend, to a tender, embarrassed little girl.

  “Your turn,” Axle barked immediately capturing Tyler’s attention.

  Tyler was caught off guard by Axle. He had been so focused on Leah’s exchange that he hadn’t come up with anything for himself. Tyler searched his mind for a fact or a kernel of truth that he could then embellish to have the same effect that Leah had.

  “I could see you thinking up a lie. You want me to just shoot the two of you now, or are you gonna give me something?”

  “I don’t have anything,” Tyler admitted throw himself at his daddy’s mercy.

  “Wrong answer,” Axle said lifting the gun and taking aim.

  Axle’s mind was made up. He had decided to pull the trigger when Leah shouted out.

  “The dreams!”

  Axle let go the trigger. “What dreams?”

  ‘Yeah, what dreams,’ Tyler thought trying desperately to make up something that would suffice.

  “The one about him,” Leah offered slowly turning to Tyler.

  Tyler was breathless. Instantly lost in a sea of thoughts, a prickly feeling shot across his face. He did everything he could to not let the tears leave his eyes. Though he was the only one in the room still clothed, he had never felt more naked in his life.

  The dreams that Leah was referring to were things that could just as easily get them killed as to save their life. And with the result possibly going either way, it seemed too much to volunteer.

  After Tyler’s dad had his car accident, both he and his mom grieved together. They both missed him terribly until one day when his mom came home with a complete change of attitude. His mom didn’t express any anger toward his dad, but her attitude toward homosexuals had dramatically changed. Before that moment, Tyler had never heard her even bring them up. But on that day, she made her opinion clear.

  “If I ever find out you’re gay, I’ll disinherit you. Do you hear me? You won’t get a dime,” she said seemingly out of nowhere.

  Tyler didn’t know how to take this as a kid. He barely understood what being gay meant much less how you became one. But the funny thing was that almost as if his thoughts and fears about it drew it to him, soon after that he started to have unusual dreams.

  When he was still 11, the dreams were weird more than anything else. A dream that always stuck with him was one in which he walked through a field where hot dogs grew on corn stalks. Seemingly controlled by a force he couldn’t stop, he apprehensively picked a hot dog and ate it. As soon as he woke up he knew that there was something gay about the dream. And when his dreams eventually cumulated into one where he jacked off his best friend, he suspected that his inheritance was at risk.

  By 15, the dreams had begun to seep into his waking life. Seeing a good looking guy in the shower at school now got him hard. And when he started jacking off to thoughts of circle jerks, he began to understand who he was.

  Coming to a self-understanding, Tyler was often disappointed that his mother had taken the stance that she had. And knowing that they could never be close if he didn’t talk her out of it, he tried to address the subject. But when the conversation quickly led to her questioning his sexuality, he back down and walked away.

  Tyler and Leah started dating their senior year of high school. Both attended the same expensive private school and he was immediately drawn to her seeming disregard for societal norms. She wasn’t the type to pierce herself or get tattoos, she was too cool for that. What she did instead was break the rules she considered unworthy of her obedience. She wasn’t indiscriminate about it, though. She was very precise in her execution and the ones that got most of her mockery involved sex.

  A year after they started having sex Tyler decided to open up to her. He wanted to see how much his open-minded girlfriend was willing to accept about his emerging sexuality. So putting her to the test, he shared his latest dream.

  The dream that Tyler chose came from a conversation they had post-coital. Leah had expressed how hot she found his soon-to-be-dad and how much she wanted to fuck him. It was then that Tyler told her about a dream he had where he and his soon to be dad had fucked. To Tyler’s surprise and relief, his girlfriend became aroused by the idea. That was when he became sure that there was still a side to her that she didn’t share. Tyler dismissed it though by imagining that like himself, she would eventually let her secrets slip; but she never did.

  Jealousy was what eventually led to their break up. Tyler couldn’t shake the feeling that Leah was having sex with someone else. And when Tyler confronted her about it, she didn’t deny it, she got angry. Instead of expressing remorse or guilt, she felt betrayed that Tyler would even bring up such a thing. She had considered herself extremely accepting of his dreams and fantasies, especially since none of them included her or a woman of any type. Leah’s thought was that if she could accept his gay nature and still be with him, she shouldn’t be accused of anything, whether or not it was true. Before this she had considered theirs the perfect relationship, and by him introducing jealousy, Tyler had ruined it.

  One thing Tyler never did share with Leah though was his mother’s proclamation about being disinherited if he were gay. Tyler was never sure why he withheld this one last insight to who he was, but he did. He suspected that a part of it was because he never felt he could fully trust Leah. And that being the
case, he didn’t want to put such valuable information into her hands. Her questionable morality was what allowed him to open up about his feelings for other guys, but it was also what prevented him from sharing anymore.

  Tyler’s mom had developed a very strict policy about gays as the years went by. They weren’t allowed in the house and she didn’t want to know if her only son befriended one. Any dreams like the ones Tyler had could easily get him kicked out of the house. And from everything that he could tell, his new daddy shared his mom’s attitude.

  Thinking about the subject constantly, he was always left to wonder why his mother’s stance had so abruptly changed. He suspected that it had something to do with his dad but he could never be sure how. His father had indeed died in a car accident, so that left Tyler wondering where he was going when he had the crash. And when he asked his mother was the first time he heard her disparage his dad. That always made Tyler wondering more if the crash and his mother’s anger at gays were connected.

  “What dreams?” Axle asked Tyler with his gun still pointed at the boy.

  “I don’t know,” Tyler replied as his olive complexion turned red.

  “If you have something you better say it now,” Axle said becoming very serious.

  “Just tell him,” Leah encouraged.

  “Tell me what?”

  “I can’t.”

  “You have until the count of three to tell me, and then I shoot. One. Two.”

  “OK,” Tyler interjected feeling like he no longer had a choice.

  “Good decision,” Axle said coldly. “Speak.”

  Tyler’s heart, which he didn’t think could race anymore, thumped in his ears as he searched his thoughts.

  “I’ve been having dreams,” Tyler said pausing, “about you… sexually.”

  Axle’s mouth dropped open as he stared at Tyler. Gathering himself, Axle considered the possibility.

  “For how long?”

  Tyler’s eyes watered as he fought through the fear.

  “Since that time when we all went to Hawaii.”