Double Rolled: An MMF Bisexual Romance

by Aly White

  No turning back on this. Before I can wet myself in fear, Jonnie Garnet claps my shoulders. He grins at me from ear to ear, his red hair looks brighter whenever it gets washed in light.

  “Hey, don’t worry, kid. My first time in the biz? Didn’t quite work out the way I wanted to. Confidence doesn’t happen in a day, it happens in a few short minutes. Now, chin up. I’m going to introduce you.”

  He’s so good at reading people now that he’s met hundreds. I wonder what he’s like out of stage. Would he still encourage me like that if I was just a random passerby? More importantly, what the fuck am I thinking?

  Chin up, chest out, I keep repeating to myself.

  “Ladies and Gentleman, thank you for having me once again. Tonight, we have an up and comer from the sweet, small town of Los Angeles California. She’s got a big voice, and a big heart, please welcome…Maxene Flores! Hi, so glad to have you, Max!”

  And then before I knew it, I walk towards the limelight. People are cheering at me as I enter, so I flash a smile at them brightly, with all the confidence in the world. I hear a small voice in the back of my head that told me to run, but I ignore it and proceed to take my seat across Jonnie.

  “So, so, so, Max, Max, Max! Sweetheart, darling, you’ve been incredible, we’ve heard samples of your music over the commercial break, and I gotta tell you, the crowd loves you. They wanna marry you! But of course, like any celebrity, we wanna know, what drives you?”

  I take a deep breath before answering, “Honestly? Ambition. Let’s face it if I told you that a dead family member wanted me to, or maybe some inspiration from another artist, then that’s not what this is about. I didn’t come to the music industry to become a sob story in American Idol, I want to be an artist.”

  “And usually, Max, artists have something to say about the work they do. What can you tell me about your music?”

  “I can say that with each one, I try to bare a little of myself, for people to understand that I want to show the world that Maxene Flores is a force to be reckoned with.” I laugh, albeit a little demure to project some sort of humility. The nervousness is starting to die off. “But seriously, I want my music to touch people in a way that inspires them to chase after their dreams. And for them to realize, that they don’t need a motivation to have dreams. They have dreams. And that’s all the motivation they really need.”

  “Beautiful, well said. I know how that is. You are a dying breed of musician Maxene. Whereas most of them would be fueled by the determination to prove themselves, you want to gain something out of all this. To you, it’s not so much a dream but more of—“

  “An occupation, yes.”

  “I’ve never met an artist who treated art like an office, you’d be the first. But I do get the feeling that some part of you isn’t all business, you also have a certain charm.”

  “Well, that’s my old soul peaking out from my chest.” I giggle. “See, I have this soul who enjoys soft jazz music and beautiful femme fatales, which extends to my taste in men. The thing is, I chose singing because I believe we all have a place in the world. And my calling just happens to be inspiring other people to chase their dreams, no matter how shallow the reason. I mean, what else you’ve got to lose?”

  Garnet claps at my overconfident delivery, “Well, it’s about time to end our segment with you, you’ve been a wonderful guest. But, before we leave, our audience members have a question for you, Maxene.”

  “Alright! Let’s pick!” One of the tv crew hands a box to Garnet, and he picks one from it. “Alright, the name is Mr. Max Dolfe. Max, how ya doing? I can see you have the same name as our guest.”

  Mr. Dolfe is given a mic by one of the sound crew. He sat a little below in front, and he has this weird bowl cut and a fashion sense that screams closet nerd, but I digress. He’s a fan, after all.

  “Ah, ah, it’s so nice to be speaking right now, Jonnie. I do have a question for the young miss. You’re very pretty. So I wanted to ask, do you still offer services?”

  This sends a spike of shock through my system. I can feel my lips purse upon the mere utterance of the word service.

  “What do you mean?” I ask sheepishly.

  “Your services, you know. Submissive services. I heard you’re a dom now—“

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “As a matter of fact, I do. I’m from MudCeleb, how ‘ya doing? A little unsettled I see.”

  MudCeleb is one of the most notorious tabloids in the business. Oh fuck, how did I end up in this situation?

  “I thought you might have slept with your bosses. Would have earned you the part pretty quickly, seeing as you do have a nice figure, and a firm hand I heard.”

  Before I can hurl an ample amount of chunks on the ground, Caleb appears before me. I can’t hear anything from the initial shock, just the embarrassment drowning me slowly. Tristan helps me get backstage, as I shiver.

  I can hear a loud beep, but it stopped after a few moments when I see Caleb. Caleb’s beautiful face is looking at me with so much comfort and care. All I could do is pull my face into a smile like an idiot at both of them.

  Jonnie walks towards us, concern streaked on his face. “Max…that was unexpected. I didn’t know he would do such a thing. I’m very sorry.”

  “It’s okay, Jonnie, it’s not your fault. You’re not that guy…”

  Jonnie nods, bidding me good luck and goodbye before the filming crew swarms him. I look at Caleb and Tristan, “Thank you. You saved my ass out there.”

  “It’s the least we can do, Max. We owe you a lot. You saved our relationship, and you know very well there was nothing much to salvage.” Caleb says.

  “And you did it by sexually awakening Caleb. Good job. Took me five years, and it took you five minutes.”

  “Fuck you, Adam Lambert.”

  “Anyway, I do have a perfect escapade for us.” Tristan turns to Violet. “Hey, block her schedule for the week. Make sure no one signs her up for anything, or else, I will personally fire you.”

  “Uhhh…Caleb pays me.” Violet smiles, crossing her arms.

  “Do as he says, Violet,” Caleb laughs, “Although please ignore the threat to your job, I’m the only one allowed to threaten your job.”

  Tristan

  I’m not sure why, but out of all the authority figures in my life, Maxene is one of the only people I came to respect and love. It’s hard to find someone as stable as Maxene, yet so vulnerable.

  I struggle to think of another one I can just listen to, as I observe her drinking with Caleb while talking about something completely nonsensical, evidenced by her laughter fully displayed. I’ve never seen her quite as happy as right now. I almost feel a smile creep across my face, but I am caught in the haze of my father.

  It feels hazy because Max changed me in a way no one else could. It feels good, having a dom and taking barked orders. It feels good, hearing her tell me to pull myself together. We arrive at East Hampton’s after a day or two.

  California to New York isn’t the most comfortable of rides I could have. Cross states would be fine if we took some sort of plane, but Max insisted on a limo for the adventure we can have along the way.

  The house is just a small beach house, with a few staff here and there. Max looks at it curiously, as if not understanding what she’s seeing.

  “Wow, you boys can actually afford simplicity,” Max says.

  “It’s not exactly expensive,” I say. “We do own the beach though.”

  “Although I have to admit, it is a thing of beauty.”

  “That it is.” Caleb interjects, “I passed the luggage to the dude over there.”

  “Alright, so what do you want to do?” I turn to Max.

  Instead, Caleb answers. “Walk on the beach? I’m not exactly dressed for it, but I would love to.”

  “Luckily for me, I’m always dressed for it,” I say.

  “Come on boys, let’s go.” Max takes both of our hands, and she walks us towa
rds the shoreline.

  It is twilight, and the sun is resting just below the crest of the hill, it is beautiful. It beamed at us. Soon, the New York weather would take over this warm, cozy beach.

  “Have you ever seen the sun this pretty?” Caleb asks.

  “Yes, I have. Back in my town. We have this festival every Halloween, and I would always sit in front of the shore. Though like most people, I’m not really watching out for the dead to return to their respective land, I always admired how the sun blessed us with its light.” Max shares, her eyes glistening against the moonlight.

  “I see…” Max wasn’t the manic pixie dream girl or a stereotypical mean girl, she was just Max. She feels real to me. Not like some plastic doll made in Hollywood, but everything about her feels real.

  “Thank you, for letting me be in your company, Mr. Woods. I admire how much you’ve kept your cool the moment we met. You didn’t really react or say anything, but this asshole had to show up and remind me.” Maxene says. “But thank you. You’ve helped me grow as a musician and as a person.”

  “It’s no problem, Ms. Flores,” Caleb says, faking a bow.

  Max looks at me mischievously. Oh, I know that devilish look.

  “Say, Caleb. I think Tristan deserves a reward right now, for taking us here of course.”

  “Oh, what kind of reward, Max?” Caleb says, smiling with Max, clearly on the wagon.

  “Ah yes, my two lovers at it again with the vague mind games,” I say, “Okay, give me your worse.”

  And then, the heat of the sun seems to take over. There are no onlookers on the beach, just them, just Max kissing me harshly while Caleb takes my clothes off. It feels elating, being kissed by Max, she’s an amazing kisser who doesn’t let you breathe even a little.

  Max kisses me harder as Caleb pulls me down, laying me on my back, as he transitions from hugging my chest to holding my wrist down the sand. I can feel Max massaging my dick, she isn’t too gentle, she wanted to make me feel her control.

  I always enjoyed her controlling my every orgasm. I wanted to experience the height of this sensation, so I just lay down. I didn’t know who is kissing my nipples and who is biting me, but I feel them both take turns at me. Frankly, it is the best feeling in the world.

  When I open my eyes, I can see Caleb assisting Max to ride me, he pushes her down on my hard cock, and I feel my cock enter and exit out of her cunt. Max is a tease, she likes to make me leave wanting more, but this time…she didn’t really do that.

  She is giving her maximum effort to make me feel passion. Caleb places his legs on either side of my arms, and then he makes Max suck his cock as she rides me hard. I can feel Max go harder as Caleb enters her mouth even more.

  I can feel her claws digging into my skin as she keeps going. And when she changes position, she laid on top of me, Caleb then goes back to holding my wrist.

  “Want to know how you taste like, big boy?” Max licks my mouth.

  I nod, biting inner cheek in anticipation. “Heere, have some.” She licks my mouth, and all I can do was kiss back passionately.

  It is a bit salty, a bit of myself I can taste, but I didn’t care, it is a gift from Max. It is a gift from our girlfriend. I treasure and value it, no matter what.

  “I’ll suck your cock, okay, sweetie?” Max says, pinching my nipples. “I’ll suck it nice and hard.”

  She kneels in front of me, between my legs, and then she starts to take my dick in her hands. She slowly transitions to licking the head of my cock, until she dives headfirst into it. She continues sucking, slurping every bit of it until leaving me a mess of screams.

  I don’t know how else to react but to writhe in pleasure, it just feels so fucking good. I want more, but then Max stops sucking, as expected. She grins at me, massaging my balls in one hand.

  “Ssssshhh, not yet, not yet.” She says. “We’re not through yet.” She massages my balls, and all it ever does is elevate my longing for a good cum. I wanted to come, so badly, but at the same time I didn’t want to.

  Caleb is sucking my nipples. And again, my noise levels go up the rough, until he takes his tie off and covers my mouth with it. I want my eyes covered too, but oh well, this’ll do.

  Caleb nods at Max, and Max nods in reply. She gives my balls a few good slaps while jerking it off. I moan in a haze of pain and pleasure, but the pain is incomparable to the pleasure. I love it when she would make me feel two sensations at the same time.

  Caleb stands up this time, still holding my wrists. He kneels down on my face and slowly enters his cock, the necktie resting a little below my chin. He uses his cock as a gag, while Max keeps transitioning from slapping my balls and massaging my dick.

  “You wanna come, pretty boy? You wanna come?” Max asks, teasingly.

  “Mmmm, please, make me come!” I yell through the cock stuffed down my throat.

  She sucks on my dick, as I suck on Caleb’s. I can feel her tongue making weird zig-zagging patterns as she caresses her lips against my cock. She keeps on sucking, and I become nothing but a writhing sex toy that belongs to only to Max and Caleb.

  If there are a select few in the world I wanted to make happy, it is Max and Caleb. They both care so deeply about me. And if amazing sex will make them happy, I’ll gladly oblige. I would just close my eyes and let them do whatever they want.

  Soon after, I feel myself come, but Max doesn’t pull away. My dick continues to spew hot loads of juice, but she doesn’t stop.

  I see Max, staring at me, her mouth closed. I am about to ask her something, but I think I know what she’s up to. I open my mouth and wait for it to drip down my mouth.

  “Give it to me,”

  “As you wish,” she says as she kisses me, letting drops of my cum trickle into my mouth. It doesn’t even feel gross in the slightest, it feels right. It feels good.

  Max lies down beside me, hugging my waist. She is breathing softly against my neck, while Caleb joins us both in lying down in a drivel of cum. That tasted good, very good, I can drink one more of that, but I’m afraid I’ll be terribly constipated.

  But, I would do anything for my Max and Caleb.

  Caleb

  I turn to my side, still drowning in the post-orgasm haze, as I watch Max cling to Tristan’s side. I watch as she snuggles closer to him, her nose on the crook of his neck and her lips resting on the dip of his collarbone, pressing soft kisses as Tristan’s breathing slowly evens out.

  I smile softly as I shift, wrapping my body around Tristan’s a little tighter, my leg resting in between his, with only our labored breathing and the sound of the waves crashing filling in the silence that surrounds us.

  “I really love sunsets on the beach,” Max drawls, propping her arms up as she stares over the horizon, the sky tinged with different shades of reds, oranges, pinks, and yellows.

  Tristan hums in reply, eyes still close. “We should do this often,” he says quietly after a while, eyes fluttering open, his gaze directed at the sunset.

  I couldn’t help but smile at the view in front of me, and I’m not talking about the glorious sunset. I couldn’t tear my eyes off the two persons I love the most in this world. I watch as a small smile appears on both of their faces, lighting their features and I’ve never seen a view more beautiful than this.

  Tristan catches my eyes, and his smile slowly turns into a grin. “Look at our favorite producer,” he starts, leaning in to give me a kiss on the cheek. “He’s watching us instead of the beautiful sunset.”

  Max giggles as she sits completely straight, happiness radiating all over her, and leans forward, her upper body hovering above Tristan’s, who is lying down and watching us, before giving me a soft peck on the lips.

  “You two are the most beautiful sights I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” I say, my eyes not leaving Max’s. Beneath her, Tristan is giggling.

  “I love you,” Max replies, her smile never leaving her face. She straddles Tristan’s waist, and leans again towards me, completely capturing my
lips with hers as she devours me, letting her completely taking control over.

  Her hands slowly move across the planes of my body, taking into her fingers my hardened nipples, pinching and pulling at it through the material of my shirt, before traveling down further. My hips thrust forward as she palms my already hardening cock through the fabric of my pants.

  “Do you like this?” Max innocently asks in my ears, her voice a quiet whisper, as she tightens her strokes more on my still clothed dick.

  “Yes,” I groan, jerking my hips forwards hoping to get more friction.

  I let out a breathy groan as I watch Max slowly biding her time and using her fingers to trail over the outline of my cock, her eyes fixed on mine as she does.

  “Max, please,” I plead, my chest heaving fast as she continues her ministrations.

  Words die in my mouth as Max finally frees my cock, her hand forming a fist around it and starts stroking me faster, and harder. Tristan’s hands are suddenly on my body and work on unbuttoning my shirt, tossing it away after.

  “Come for me, baby,” Max whispers harshly into my ear as she pumps my cock even faster, the pad of her thumb pressing on the tip of my cock.

  I groan as Tristan bends down and takes me into his mouth, his tongue making swirls on the tip of my cock as Max continue pumping me. They continue their teamwork until I’m a mess, writhing in pleasure as I come into his mouth and into her hand.

  I can feel my cock getting hard again against Max’s hand, who didn’t stop pumping me, as I watch Tristan and her share a kiss, a little bit of my cum dripping down to Tristan’s chin. I’ve never seen anything this fucking hot in my entire existence.

  “It’s your turn to be taken care of, baby,” Max says, her voice low and filled with lust as she pushes me down to the sand.

  I watch as she positions herself, her ass up in the air and her pussy hovering a few millimeters away from my cock, and her hands splayed on the sides of my stomach.

  I hold the air in my lungs as I wait for Max to make her move. I groan as I watch Max impales herself on my cock, eyes shut and head thrown back as a silent moan escapes her lips. Her nails dig into my skin as she lifts herself up, before slowly moving downward again, and this time, I could feel my cock plunging in even deeper into her.