The Boyfriend Diaries: A Romance Box Set Collection

by S. E. Law

  95

  Amy

  Oh my gosh, they’re here. The doorbell rings, and nervously, I smooth down my skirt. I’ve been a nervous frenzy ever since I made that call to Hot Nights NYC. I ran around my apartment, vacuuming and mopping like crazy before stopping myself. What the hell was I doing? These are gigolos that I’m hiring. I’m paying them money to put out. They’re not going to care if I have dust bunnies beneath my bed.

  But then I went crazy with the personal grooming. I jumped into the shower and soaped up every part of me, including between my legs. I even took a razor and shaved myself smooth down there, titillated by the naughty feel. Again, I stopped myself. What the hell was I thinking? These men are being paid to adore me. I could be wearing garbage bags, and yet they’d still act like I was attractive and irresistible.

  But I didn’t want to look like a hobo, so I put on a nice plaid skirt and a complementary red sweater, before brushing my hair out in golden waves. My hair is one of my best assets: it’s long and full, and generally tends to gleam under the light. Contrast that with my body, which is too full in all the wrong places. I have jiggly hips, big squishy boobs, and also a giant butt that barely fits into airline seats.

  Taking a deep breath, I try to calm down. These men are being paid to like you, I remind myself sternly. No need to wear yourself out with anxiety.

  But when I open the door, the breath escapes from my lungs in a huge gust because these men are gorgeous. Their profile photos don’t even come close to capturing the sheer maleness that emanates from their huge bodies.

  “Raider?” I manage in a small voice. “Ryan?”

  The one closest to me grins, and I almost fall over with the power of his magnetic smile. His blue eyes gleam and he nods.

  “Yep, that’s us. I’m Raider, and this is Ryan,” he says, jerking his thumb at the second tall, dark, and handsome man behind him. “Can we come in? You’re Amy, right?”

  I nod faintly and step aside to let them in. Once they enter my apartment, I’m taken aback by how huge they are. Their heads seem to almost touch the ceiling in my living room, and their shoulders are so broad that suddenly, my place feels even tinier than usual. Ryan turns to look at me and smiles then.

  “Nice to meet you, Amy,” he says.

  My heart pounds in my chest as I try to keep my balance.

  “Um, you too,” I say. But then I frown. “Wait a minute, you’re not really twins, are you? At least, not identical ones. In your photos, you looked a lot more similar.”

  The two men share a glance, and I can tell they have an understanding between them. Then Ryan nods and speaks.

  “You’re right,” he says smoothly. “We’re not identical twins. We’re not even fraternal twins. We’re just friends, but a lot of women think we look so much alike that they never catch on. You’re very perceptive, Amy. Do you want us to leave?” he asks. “I understand if you’re disappointed, and would rather hire different men from Hot Nights NYC.”

  I step back, surprised.

  “Oh no, I’m totally fine, thanks. I was just wondering that’s all, but it’s completely okay with me. Can I get you a drink?” I stammer. Oh god, why am I coming off like an idiot? Yes, it’s true that I could tell with one look that these men weren’t twins, but I didn’t have to babble like I had verbal diarrhea. Ugh. Chalk it up to being shy and awkward for years, and never really growing out of it.

  But the two men look amused.

  “Sure, but no alcohol, thanks. Water would be great.”

  “Water sounds amazing,” adds the other.

  With weak knees, I walk three steps to my left where my kitchen is.

  “I have a small place, as you can see,” I add apologetically. “Make yourselves comfortable in the living area.”

  The two men take one step to their right, and then seat themselves on my green couch. I usually think that my couch is a reasonable size, but what do you know? With Ryan and Raider sitting there, suddenly it looks like it was made for dolls. Their knees jut up high, and their massive frames take up almost the entire width of the sofa. I smile again faintly, while walking over with two glasses of tap.

  “Here you go,” I say with what I hope is a normal-looking smile. “Good old NYC water.”

  They each take a sip, and then put their glasses down.

  “So how would you like to do this?” begins Raider in a low voice.

  Ryan looks around my tiny apartment too, like he’s sizing it up. And in fact, he is sizing it up because he turns back to me with an amused grin.

  “Sweetheart, as you can tell, Raider and I are huge men, and that full-size mattress on your bed isn’t going to be enough for both of us. So would you like to use this area here?” he asks, gesturing to my living room rug with the battered coffee table on it. “If we move your coffee table out of the way, there will definitely be enough for all three of us to play.”

  My cheeks go hot and I can feel my heart racing, as my insides moisten. Oh my gosh. The time has come. These two huge, gorgeous men came here to make me feel amazing, and now, we’re going to do just that.

  96

  Ryan

  She’s shocked by my words, I can tell. After all, it’s not often that a woman has a man come over and tell her that the bed’s not big enough. But in this case it’s true because Amy appears to have a full-size mattress, which is nowhere near large enough for Raider and I.

  After all, me and my friend are huge men. At home, we each have a bedroom suite and we keep king-size mattresses in our rooms. In fact, mine is a California king because I find it easier that way. At six five, it’s easy for your feet to dangle off the edge of the mattress, and I prefer to be comfortable in my home.

  But Amy’s place is a little short on space. She lives in a studio with brick walls, and a cute little fireplace on one side. Her living room is tiny, and her bedroom isn’t a room. It’s just her bed pushed up against the wall, with a colorful quilt thrown on top.

  “Um, I guess we could move the coffee table,” the beautiful blonde says, biting her lip. “I’ve never done this before.”

  Raider and I get up. Within seconds, the coffee table’s been shifted so that it’s flush against the wall, and what comes into view is a round red rug that’s quite plush, come to think of it. We could have some real fun on this.

  “Of course you haven’t done this before,” soothes Raider. “Would you like to talk a little before we get started? A lot of women find it helps break the ice and loosen things up.”

  It’s true because in our experience, women’s minds and bodies are inextricably entwined. You can’t romance one without romancing the other, and in this case, I’m interested in getting to know Amy. After all, not many women order two men from a website, and I’m wondering how far she might be willing to go.

  “Sure,” Amy nods hesitantly while sitting on a kitchen chair. Raider and I have taken our places on the couch again, while Amy looks at us hesitantly. She’s ungodly gorgeous with those huge lush tits encased in a tight red sweater, and her ample bottom twisting a bit nervously on the hard wooden seat.

  “So tell us, Amy,” I begin in a low tone. “What are you hoping to get from tonight?”

  She flushes pink and bites her lip again.

  “Well, it sounds really stupid but my friend and I made these bucket lists back when we were college girls. It was just something fun to do when we were bored, but we promised to try and accomplish our goals before thirty. The thing is, I’m practically thirty now, and I haven’t accomplished … well, my thing.”

  I keep my expression calm and supportive.

  “Would you be comfortable telling us what this thing is?”

  She bites her lips, her pout rosy and full.

  “You’ve probably already guessed,” she says, her voice near a whisper. “It’s being with two men. I’ve always wanted to be loved by two men simultaneously, and it’s been a dream of mine for a long time.”

  Raider nods sagely.

  “Bel
ieve it or not, Amy, having a threesome isn’t the most uncommon dream in the world. Quite a few women have this very same fantasy.”

  She flushes and wrings her hands a bit.

  “Oh, I know, because what could be better? If having one hard, hot, hunky man is absolute bliss, why not double that bliss by having two hard, hot, hunky men?”

  I nod and try to keep from laughing.

  “Of course, sweetheart. It’s double the pleasure. But why don’t we lay out some ground rules first? Is there anything specific you want to do? Or do you want to play things by ear and go about our passion organically?”

  This time, Amy flushes bright red. I can literally see the blush reaching her hairline, and I can also see her pulse beating quickly at her throat.

  “Don’t be shy,” adds Raider in a growl. “We’re here to fulfill your fantasies. Nothing is off limits. We can do as much or as little as you like.”

  Amy nods again, before taking a deep breath. The swell of her sweater raises and my mouth waters. I can’t wait to get her out of all these clothes so that she’s lush and nude before us. It’s going to be amazing.

  But then, she turns the tables on us.

  “Actually, before we talk about that, I’d love to know a little about you too,” she says hesitantly. “Have you been doing this long?”

  My friend and I share a look because our clients don’t usually ask questions about us. We’re merely hired guns here to give them pleasure, and they have no interest in Raider and I, beyond our names. But then Amy presses forward again.

  “And why were you pretending to be twins? Is that a gimmick to get more clients?”

  Raider and I share another look before nodding. Clearly, this woman is intelligent because she’s able to sense our marketing tactics, and she has an innate feel for what might work, and what doesn’t.

  Raider speaks.

  “Yes, sweetheart, you’re spot on. Twins are a fantasy for a lot of women. They don’t just want to do two men; they want to make love to twins because it’s that much more titillating and exciting. The twins schtick brings in a lot of inquiries, but as you noticed, we’re not twins. We’re not biologically related at all. We’re friends, and just for reference, Ryan and I don’t actually see clients very often.”

  Amy stares at us.

  “You don’t? Your operator made it seem like you guys are out all the time servicing women. In fact, she said you only had 2 a.m. available tonight because you were so busy.”

  I throw my head back and let out a low laugh.

  “Charlene’s great, isn’t she? She’s so good at priming the pump. But no, it’s all marketing again. When customers feel like there’s very little supply, demand accelerates. We tell her to make it sound like we’re booked solid, but in fact, Raider and I hardly see women at all. I don’t think we’ve seen a client in … oh, maybe five years.”

  Amy gasps, her eyes wide.

  “Are you serious?” she says with a confused expression on that pretty face. “But I don’t get it. How do you make a living? Oh wait a minute. Are you guys actually accountants in real life, and then you moonlight for Hot Nights on the side?”

  Raider and I share another look, and then I grin at Amy.

  “Sort of. Not really, actually, because Raider and I own Hot Nights NYC. We started this company when we were still in college, and in the beginning, we definitely went on a couple out-calls ourselves. But there’s been no need for that in years.”

  “Yes,” adds Raider in a low voice. “We have a stable of handsome, hung gigolos, ready to meet women at a drop of a hat. We have men of all sizes, shapes, and colors, and business is good because New York has a lot of well-heeled women who want a little pleasure on the side. Why not? A lot of guys go to sketchy massage parlors and visit dominatrices in their free time. We aim to provide an outlet for sensual, sophisticated women. As a result, Hot Nights was born and we are officially management,”

  Amy gasps, her eyes wide.

  “Oh, so you actually make all the decisions.”

  I nod.

  “Yes.”

  She thinks for a little while before fixing us with those big baby blues again.

  “But why did you come out tonight, then?” she asks in a small tone. “There’s nothing special about me. You could have stayed home, or just sent someone else in your place.”

  I share another look with Raider.

  “Well, the truth is that you represent something very special to us, Amy. I know we only just met, but Raider and I like things a particular way, on occasion, and we’re hoping that you’ll indulge us.”

  She shoots me a confused look.

  “You mean, with respect to certain positions? Or … I don’t know, music that we’ll listen to? I’m not sure what’s so special about me.”

  I take a deep breath as Raider speaks.

  “Sweetheart, when you called to make your appointment, did Charlene ask you about your position on gay rights issues?”

  Amy shakes her head, but then she stops and begins to nod.

  “Yes, but she said it was because Hot Nights is very selective when choosing their clientele. They don’t want any gay-bashers or Nazis or anything like that. I get it. If I could choose to interact only with environmentally-conscious people at my work, I would. But this is a big world, and you can’t control everything.”

  I nod slowly.

  “Yes of course. But Charlene was asking because we have a very particular reason. Raider and I occasionally like to indulge in … hmm, how do I say it?”

  My friend steps in then, the air thrumming between us.

  “Ryan and I are bisexual,” he says simply. “We like to share women, but we also like to enjoy each other’s bodies as well. There’s something sensual and very intimate about being with both partners in a threesome, and not just one.”

  Amy gasps and her eyes practically bug out of her head.

  “Oh my gosh, really?” she says in a faltering voice. “Are you looking to indulge in that bisexuality … tonight?” she continues, her voice almost dying to a whisper.

  I share another look with my friend.

  “With your permission, yes,” comes my low growl. “Why, is that titillating to you, sweetheart? Double the pleasure, double the fun, for all of us? Again and again? I promise you, we’ll make it good.”

  Her eyes are as round as saucers now, but somehow, I already know what she’s going to say. After all, Amy’s sweet, innocent, and also very, very nubile. Based on my pure male instinct, I can sense that she’s going to give us the green light for a few hours of pure hedonism.

  97

  Amy

  The room spins before my eyes, and I feel slightly dizzy. Did I just hear them right?

  “We’re attracted to one another, as well as to women,” Raider says smoothly. “It’s not impossible. Bisexuality is very common in the animal kingdom, and it’s a natural state for many people.”

  I sputter a bit, my heart racing.

  “Yes, but I’m not bisexual. I’m not attracted to women in the least.”

  “That’s fine,” says Ryan. “Not everyone is bisexual. But Raider and I are, and we find that it makes for some very exciting exchanges, especially when there’s a woman involved.”

  I stare at them, my eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

  “Wait a minute. Do you guys actually … you know, do that together, one on one? Without a woman present, I mean?”

  The two men share a look.

  “No never,” says Raider.

  “It’s just not our things,” adds Ryan with a shrug. “We find that we prefer being with a woman. She is the center of attention, and we generally focus our energies on her. But being with each other enhances the experience, and so sometimes we indulge. It’s great, to be honest. The added level of sensuality is something that can only be achieved if all three members of the menage are totally engaged and focused on one another.”

  My mouth is so dry that I can hardly speak. In
fact, I feel like I’m melting into a puddle on the chair right now, because this turn of events has blown me away. I’ve always fantasized about being with two men simultaneously. But two men who are also into each other? Holy hell. The possibilities are endless.

  After all, I find men to be irresistible, and especially Raider and Ryan. They’re huge, gorgeous, and if I’m not mistaken, both of them are sporting war hammers in their pants that would make another girl cringe in fear. But if they actually use those war hammers on each other too? I’d love to see it. I’m not sure how I’ll feel about it just yet, but I’m open to possibilities. After all, it’s my thirtieth birthday, and I might as well go out swinging. If I’m going to break one boundary by engaging in a menage, then I might as well break another one too while I’m at it.

  “So what do you say?” asks Raider in a low growl, his blue eyes piercing me from where he sits on the sofa. Both of their forms are tense, but I can tell it’s from repressed energy. The air between us practically crackles.

  “Are you game?” asks Ryan, his tone of voice more smooth. Yet I can tell that he’s excited too. Both men look ravenous, and as I stare at them, something twitches in the corner of my eye. Oh my god. Their snakes are coming to life, and I can literally see the long, hard lengths growing in their trouser legs. With Ryan, it wraps around his waist, huge and thick. With Raider, his shaft keeps growing and growing until it practically reaches his knee.

  His knee? Am I ready for this? After all, I’m just one woman. Can I really service two men? But suddenly, a hot rush of warmth washes over my curvy form, and I know I want it because this is the ultimate fantasy come true.