OFM Lust: Jules and Tyrell and Their New Friend, Squirty Spice

Tyrell and Jules were attending their first Pride event. Both in their late-20s, Tyrell had only just come out as bisexual in the past year. After talking it through, he and Jules agreed to open their marriage so that Tyrell could explore his newly acknowledged attraction to men, and tonight, they hoped to find another bisexual man to have a threesome with. 

And so, here they were in the heart of Denver’s notorious Colfax Avenue at a packed bar watching a 90s-themed drag show and sipping brightly-colored cocktails through rainbow-striped penis straws.

Jules was excited for Tyrell. She’d had a feeling for their entire, seven-year relationship that he was bi. In fact, when Jules first met Tyrell, she thought he might be gay. That was at a time when it was still common to think that people could only be completely gay or completely straight, as if everything in life were so black and white.

From the stage, the MC—dressed in a very short, Catholic schoolgirl skirt and going by the name Britney Queers—announced the next act. “Let’s give it up again, my dears and queers, for that performance by Fuk Bois 2 Mxn! And next, please welcome three of your favorite Spice Girls: Enby Spice, Fairy Spice, and Squirty Spice singing ‘If You Wanna Be My Lover!’”

The crowded bar erupted into cheers. Jules looked at Tyrell—who was wearing short shorts with knee-high socks and a short-sleeved button-up left unbuttoned—to see if he was enjoying himself. He had a big smile on his face, but the way he scanned the room, Jules could tell he was overwhelmed. “What do you think?” she asked him. “Anyone catch your eye?”

“Everyone. No one,” Tyrell said, like a child who’d been asked to pick their first ride at an amusement park. “I think I could be happy just looking. There’s so much to take in. And everyone here seems to know themselves so much better than me.”

Jules gave Tyrell’s arm an encouraging squeeze. “There’s no pressure to do anything. We can just go with the flow.” She kissed his cheek and gave him a little spank then headed for the bar to refresh their drinks, purposely leaving Tyrell alone in his booty shorts surrounded by gender-bending cuties. Jules would be fine if Tyrell found someone who was only into other men, but she’d be more than happy to invite some adventurous lover into bed with the both of them.

With Jules gone, Tyrell felt nakedly exposed, as though it was now glaringly apparent that he was a baby queer who hoped desperately to be approached. He stood there doing his best impression of casual, as though he wore Divine knee-highs and sipped on penis straws every day.

Britney Queers introduced the next performer—Alanis More-sex—as Tyrell scanned the crowd, wishing very much that he might fit in with them. He ogled a male dancer in a cage by the bar until he felt someone’s eyes on him. Next to the cage stood one of the Spice Girls who was definitely giving Tyrell the eye. Tyrell blushed. He hadn’t anticipated the ego boost that another queer person’s attention would give him. In that moment, Squirty Spice made their way straight for Tyrell, whose entire body lit up like the Las Vegas strip.

The first thought that came to Tyrell’s mind as the Spice Girl approached and put a bejeweled hand on his arm was, “I must be even queerer than I thought.” Despite that he’d been enjoying drag shows for most of his life, he never considered that he might be the type to draw a drag queen’s attention. 

“Is this your first Pride, Handsome?” asked Squirty, a dark-skinned, muscular queen who stood at least 6’2” in their platform heels. They ran their glitter-painted, press-on nails along the contours of Tyrell’s bicep.

“How can you tell?” smirked Tyrell, showing off his dimples.

“Oh I’ve got a knack for eyeing the nubes,” said Squirty, with a toss of their bouffant wig. “Something about the way you hold that dick to your mouth.”

Tyrell looked down at his straw and blushed a deeper shade of red. “Well, this is my first Pride. I’m here with my wife.” He gestured toward the bar, then thought to add, “We’re open, though. I mean, we’re new at this, but we’re open.”

“So you’re open then?” teased the queen. “Aren’t you just the cutest. I just wanna lick those sweet little dimples of yours.”

Tyrell flushed with curious arousal as Jules came up next to Tyrell with two tall cocktails in her hands. “Helloooo,” she said to the drag queen flirting with her husband. She handed Tyrell his drink and introduced herself to Squirty Spice, who stepped back to admire the two of them standing together.

“Listen, you cuties,” said the muscular Spice Girl with an obvious look of approval, “In an hour I’ll be transforming back into my alter ego, Javier, and I’d love to buy you two a drink. Or … you can just tell me what you really really want, and we can make it happen. What do you say?” 

Jules waggled her eyebrows at Tyrell, asking him with her eyes if he was interested.

Tyrell was surprised to hear himself speak up with a steady, cool voice, and say, “We’d like you to come over to our place for drinks, and see where it goes from there.”

Two hours later, Tyrell and Jules were in their bed with Javier, who was proving to be a fluid and generous lover.

Jules preferred to do more watching than participating. She sat back against their pillows, and Tyrell leaned back between her legs against her full breasts, his massive erection directing its attention to the strapping, brown-skinned man who was trailing his press-on nails through Tyrell’s rich chest hair and down into his pubic hair where he wrapped his hand around his thick cock, complimenting it, saying, “Honey, where have you been hiding? You aren’t going to have any trouble finding hook-ups once word gets around about this pretty thing.”

Javier’s compliment excited both Tyrell and Jules (for Jules, it was arousing to see someone else be so turned on by the person she loved most), both of them lifting their hips into the body of the partner above them—Jules pressing her pelvis against her husband’s spine, and Tyrell succumbing to the most thorough blow job he’d ever received. Javier enjoyed giving in a way that Tyrell had never experienced with a woman, as though having a lover with the same genitals ensured an intimate understanding of how much pressure to give where, and when.

As Javier massaged Tyrell’s balls, taking his cock deep into the back of his throat, Tyrell succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure. He leaned hard into Jules’s soft flesh, Jules gripping his hands at his hips, and they came together, Jules moaning, and Tyrell shouting toward the ceiling in transported ecstasy.

When Tyrell’s breathing returned to normal, he moved next to Jules against the pillows and watched in satisfied awe as Javier stroked himself off to completion while Jules came a second time from her own touch. All three of them then wilted into each other in a nesting pile on the bed, bursting into laughter, because, how else could they best express the pure enjoyment of what they’d all just shared?