Love Bi-Angle: An Erotic Bisexual Three-Way Romance

By Ken James

They both want him . . . Who does he want?

Andy and Pete have been best friends since grade school. Now, they're partners in their own rapidly-rising architecture firm.

Pete is secretly bisexual. He and Andy have been flirting since Andy's girlfriend broke up with him.

Just when Pete's ready to make a move, Andy meets Gretchen, a lusty farmer's daughter who's walked out on her abusive boyfriend.

Gretchen splits after her first night with Andy, pushing him into Pete's arms . . . and bed. Then, Gretchen comes back and Andy is caught between two lovers.

Somebody is going to get hurt.

33,000 words of explicit male-male, male-female, and male-male-female sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ken James
• Release date: Dec 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463873250

Ken James

I was born in Denver and raised in Cheyenne, Wyoming. My first time with another boy was in my early teens. Girls came a few years later.After I graduated from the University of Wyoming, I spent a year as a roadie for a series of rock and roll bands, then moved to Austin to work for a computer company.I started writing in grade school and was a reporter on my junior high and high school papers. My lover (now husband) and I published a gay newspaper in Austin for several years.I've been writing gay and bisexual erotic fiction since 2003.I live in Austin with my husband Wayde.

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Love Bi-Angle

Ken James

Ken James Fiction

Austin, Texas

http://kenjamesfiction.com

Love Bi-Angle © 2018 by Ken James

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Warning: this book contains sexually explicit scenes and graphic language and may be considered offensive by some readers.

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Thanks to Wayde, my greatest fan, best friend, and husband, for all his love, enthusiasm, and support.

Contents

1 – Thursday, June 1

2 – Saturday, June 10

3 – Monday, June 12

4 – Saturday, June 17

5 – Tuesday, June 20

6 – Friday, June 23

7 – Friday, June 23

8 – Saturday, June 24

9 – Sunday, June 25

10 – Sunday, June 25

11 – Monday, June 26

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1 – Thursday, June 1

Pete sighed and leaned back in his chair, idly watching Andy enter the most recent changes into the CAD program.

Pete Rosati was a big, broad-shouldered Italian with light olive skin and short curly black hair. Andy Grant, his partner, was taller and more slender than Pete, with bright green eyes and a brown crewcut. Both men were in their late twenties, with quietly muscular bodies from running and working out every day. They'd been friends since grade school, roommates in college, and had started R&G Design fourteen months before.

Andy turned to Pete. That roof detail look right?

Rotate it thirty degrees clockwise. Pete bent forward to study the image on the workstation's giant flatscreen as Andy moved the mouse. A little more . . . Good . . . Let's see it from above . . . Yeah. He leaned back in his chair. That's it. Light the fuse.

And run. Andy clicked the Render button on the screen, then stood up and stretched. God, this has been a long day. It's after eight, and we came in at dawn.

Yeah, but we made it. We'll have the plans in the morning, so we can finish the presentation. Pete rubbed his eyes and yawned. Speaking of running—

I'm sure ready to get out of here, Andy said. Any more time staring at that screen, I'm going to blow some buildings up.

The old ugly ones, I hope. Pete slapped Andy on the shoulder. You'll feel better after you get something to eat. So will I.

Definitely the ugly ones. Burgers and suds?

And pool? Shoot a few games.

Yeah. That always helps me unwind. Otherwise, I'll dream about that damn building.

At Slick's, Andy and Pete reserved a table, then sat down with bacon cheeseburgers and a pitcher of Devil's Backbone. They'd finished their burgers and were starting on their second pitcher when the manager called their number over the sound system.

Andy and Pete each won a game. They were pretty evenly matched. Andy's Uncle Mike owned a pool hall and they'd been hanging out there and playing since they were kids.

They were racking the balls for a third game when a blond woman came over. She was the same age as Andy and Pete, with strong German features, wearing cowboy boots, a knee-length denim skirt, and a pink gingham blouse. Can I join you? My friends are leaving, but I'm not ready to go.

Andy smiled at her. Fine with me. He turned to Pete. You?

Pete looked from Andy to the blonde and back. Tell you what. You two play. I'm kinda tired, so I'll just grab ARide. That was their favorite Austin rideshare service.

Okay. See you in the morning. Andy turned to the blonde. Eight ball?

* * *

The ARide car pulled up in front of Pete's condo. He thanked the driver and got out. As soon as the car disappeared around the corner, Jose stepped out of the shadows. He was a handsome muscular man ten years older than Pete, dressed in a Travis County Deputy Sheriff's uniform. ¿Qué pasa, amigo?

Horny as hell. Pete wrapped his arms around Jose and kissed him. ¿Qué pasa contigo?

Same as you. Jose ground his stiff pole against Pete's crotch. Ready for a hot fuck.

Good. Pete took Jose's hand and led him to the door.

We'll have to hurry, Jose said. I go on duty in an hour. He was one of the night dispatchers at the Travis County Emergency Operations Center.

We better not waste any time. Pete stopped just inside the door and unfastened his blue jeans, freeing his swelling cock. Want to suck this?

Oh yeah. Jose fell to his knees. I've been dreaming of your big hard dick. He grabbed Pete's stiff shaft and stroked it roughly while sucking him like a starving calf. Pete almost laughed. Jose was jerking his rod like he was milking a cow, too. Still . . . Getting milked like this was pretty damn sexy!

The tension in Pete's balls was approaching the bursting point. I'm getting close. Want me to come in your mouth?

Jose stopped his frantic sucking. He fondled Pete's rock-hard pole while kissing its tip. I love sucking your cum, but I'd rather get a full load up my ass tonight.

We can manage that, Pete said. Let's go. Jose followed him through the condo's combined living, dining, and kitchen area to the master bedroom. They stripped quickly. Jose carefully folded his khaki uniform and set it on the dresser.

I need your cock, Jose said. So damn bad.

Well, you're going to get it. Pete took the quilt off the bed and dropped it on the floor, then pointed to the bare sheets. Right now.

It's been so long— Jose lay on his back at the edge of the bed and folded his knees against his chest.

Two weeks. Pete took the lube out of the nightstand drawer and moved between Jose's raised ankles.

Seems like forever without cock . . . Laura and I fuck almost every night. She likes it. So do I . . . But still, I always want a big hot rod reaming my ass. Pounding me like a bitch . . .

Pete laughed. Well, I'm gonna pound you . . . Bitch. He spread lube on his finger and slid it up Jose's ass. It went in easily. He twisted his wrist while moving his finger in and out, distributing the slick gel evenly.

Pound me? Jose looked at Pete's towering pole hungrily. With your big hard cock?

Damn right! Pete pulled his finger out of Jose's butt, squirted lube into the palm of his hand and stroked his painfully-stiff prick, getting it good and slick. Fuck the hell out of your tight little virgin ass.

God! Not that! Jose pulled on his ankles, lifting his butt higher. Not your big hard cock! It's too big for me!

Shut up . . . Bitch! Pete bent forward and kissed Jose. He kissed back, enthusiastically. You're getting this big cock up your tight little bitch ass . . . He pressed his tip between Jose's sculpted buttocks. Right now!

Jose screamed as Pete's stiff dick rammed his ass. Jesús! Pete pulled back and then slammed home, shaking Jose's body. That hurts! Pete yanked his cock out of Jose's butt. Put it back, Jose whispered.

"You think that hurts? Pete slapped Jose's ass as hard as he could, making a noise like a pistol shot. How about this?"

Oh Jesús! Oh María! Jose's hard-on jerked as Pete spanked him roughly, leaving red finger marks on his ass cheeks. Please stop! Por favor!

Pete laughed and jammed his rigid pole between Jose's buttocks. Take it, puto! Take this big fucking cock!

Madre de Dios! Jose cried. You're too big! You're tearing me open! He screamed as Pete pounded his ass. God, no! Stop. Please!

I'll tear your fucking ass open! Pete slammed Jose harder and faster. Fuck your ass until it bleeds . . . They were both shouting at the tops of their lungs. After early experiences with noisy sex partners, Pete had chosen a condo with the master bedroom on an outside corner to avoid disturbing his neighbors.

I'm gonna shoot! Pete gasped. Fire a big hot load of cum up your bloody destroyed ass!

Oh God! It hurts! Jose jacked off while swinging his ass up to meet Pete's driving rod.

Pete's nuts tightened. Here it comes . . . Bitch! I'm shooting a big hot load! Up your torn puto ass— He thrust his throbbing cock up Jose's tight butt.

Oh fuck yeah! Shoot it! Jose spewed cum on his crotch, belly, chest, and even his face, while Pete came inside him.

* * *

Pete stayed on the bed for a long time after Jose had showered, dressed, kissed him goodbye, and rushed out the door. He lay naked, looking up at the ceiling fan while the lube on his half-hard dick grew sticky.

Too bad Kristin had been busy. She wouldn't do anal, but she would have spent the night. She liked wild sex, followed by cuddling, and always woke up at dawn, ready for another round.

Jeff had moved to Denver to work for a defense contractor. Pete missed the big black bodybuilder's quick wit and sly sense of humor, as well as his athletic body and massive cock. He could sure use Jeff's giant pole up his ass tonight.

Jose was fun, but Pete didn't really get off on shouting abuse. Still, it drove Jose wild, so he didn't mind playing along. Not too much, anyway. And Jose was such a relentless bottom. He'd only fucked Pete's ass once, the single time he spent the whole night.

Pete got up, feeling gross and vaguely unsatisfied, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. He felt better after washing the sweat and lube off, but now he was horny as hell again.

There was no point in trying to sleep. He got a beer out of the refrigerator, sat on the couch, switched the big flatscreen to its Internet connection, and logged on to his favorite gay porn site.

The guys fucking and sucking on the screen weren't getting him off. After half an hour of listless masturbation, he stopped the video and leaned back on the couch with his eyes closed, slowly fingering his cock and balls and letting his mind wander. As usual, his thoughts quickly drifted to Andy. Very explicit sexual fantasies about Andy.

Pete grabbed another beer and went upstairs to the bedroom he used for a home office. He got a towel and a bottle of lube out of the bathroom and sat down in front of the computer, then started a streaming video. It was his favorite, because the men looked a little like him and Andy.

Feeling perverted, Pete started another video beside the streaming gay porn. It was from the