Our shower was a lovely, languorous thing, in which we soaped each other’s bodies as we made out. It reminded me, vividly, of the times we’d showered together that weekend before… and there was some satisfaction, for me, in that my shower now reflected my success. The en suite bathroom I had was handsome and large, and the shower itself bore no resemblance to the grotty bathtub of my grad school years. No, now I had a jacuzzi bathtub and a separate, sizable shower space with frosted glass. I was slightly ashamed to feel as smug as I did while I kissed Adam and his soap-slick hands ran up and down my cock.
When we had cleaned ourselves and toweled each other off, we slid back under my sheets and played with each other’s cocks while we kissed. To my surprise, I was the one to tone down our ardor.
“It’s 11:40,” I whispered, after glancing at the clock. “Trevor will be back soon.”
“And that doesn’t turn you on?” Adam’s lips found my earlobe and his hand found my cock, squeezing the shaft gently while his thumb smeared my precum over the head.
I moaned. “Holy shit, yes. But … shouldn’t we …”
“… be lying chaste under the sheets when he comes in?” he finished for me. He bit my ear, and I made an inarticulate noise between a cry and a growl. “Fuck, no. I know Trevor. We need to be in flagrante when he comes in.”
“Fine.”
I grabbed Adam’s shoulders and forced him onto his back. I gave him a deep, passionate kiss that made him moan, and then started trailing kisses down his neck and chest. I paused to tease his nipples, and he started to thrash ardently beneath me. As much as I wanted to taste his freshly soaped cock, I forced myself to take my time, kissing and licking and sucking my way down his flat belly. When I finally reached his cock, it was deliciously hard and swollen, leaking precum, screaming for my mouth. But I kissed and licked my way down the inside of his thighs while he whimpered and begged, finally coming back up to tease his balls with the tip of my tongue. I pushed his legs back and ran my tongue over his anus, fresh and clean from the shower.
With my right hand, I teased his hard cock, running my fingertips up and down the shaft.
“Oh, for the love of god,” he whimpered. “Suck me. Suck me!”
“What time is it?” I asked.
A noise that might have signified disgust, might have meant desire, rumbled through him. He twisted around to look at the clock by my bedside.
“11:55,” he gasped finally.
“How punctual is your boyfriend?”
Adam stilled for a moment. “Not very.”
I sighed theatrically. “That’s a shame,” I said sadly. “Because I’m not touching your cock until he arrives.”
With that, I went back to sliding my tongue over his balls and he whimpered and moaned. Never in my life have I teased anyone, man or woman, as I did Adam for the next forty-five minutes. I had no particular reason to wait for Trevor… I had just capriciously decided that my old lover must suffer excruciating pleasure. I lapped his balls until they dripped; I kissed and licked this inside of his thighs, and then I bit them; I pushed his legs back and drove my tongue into his asshole and teased that tight rosebud until he was delirious with desire. All the while I ran my hands up and down his thighs and up his belly and chest, teasing his nipples to hardness, every so often pulling back to drink in the sight of his gorgeous cock, so hard and swollen, leaking precum like a faucet. It was almost a letdown when I heard the front door open.
Almost.
Part of me wanted, instinctively, to get off Adam and hide. But another part of me – the part, apparently, that made my cock twitch -urged me on to greater, and louder, worship of Adam’s nether regions. I heard Trevor’s footsteps, heard him doff his jacket in the living room and pause on the threshold of the bedroom. He said nothing; Adam said nothing, merely continued to moan in ecstasy. After a moment, Trevor stepped into the room, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him crouch beside the bed to speak to Adam.
“I gotta say,” he murmured, “this is pretty fucking hot. What do you want me to do?”
“Fuck him,” I heard Adam whimper. “He so needs to be fucked.”
Trevor chuckled throatily. “Oh, baby, believe me… the first thing I saw walking through that door was his ass, and I am totally going to fuck him. But am I right in thinking he’s teasing you mercilessly?”
Adam whimpered as I ran the tip of my tongue up the crevasse between his scrotum and his thigh. Trevor chuckled again.
“Oh, this one knows how to do it, all right. I think I’ll help him out.”
Trevor stood, and I heard him slowly shucking off his clothes, letting them fall to the ground. He knelt again beside the bed and kissed Adam deeply, and then he slid up beside me between his legs.
“Room for me here?” he asked, and placed his hand on the back of my head. Twining his hand into my hair, he pulled my face toward him and kissed me.
His face was raspier than Adam’s, but his lips and tongue more knowing. I tasted vodka… obviously, he had gone from the restaurant to a bar, but the taste wasn’t unpleasant, and he wasn’t acting drunk.
“Can we share?” he asked breathily when he broke the kiss, and all I could do was nod.
We each pushed one of Adam’s legs back and slid our tongues up either side of his cock. After being teased for so long, Adam moaned loudly, and his cock throbbed under my tongue. Trevor’s mouth and mine met at the head of his cock, where we both greedily lapped at the precum that had oozed out over my lengthy teasing. Trevor surprised me with another kiss, his tongue clashing with mine over the head of Adam’s cock. We vied with our wet, open mouths over that swollen knob of flesh, taking turns swallowing it, each of us swallowing it deeper until we were taking turns sucking the length of Adam into our mouths, pausing every few times to kiss and taste his juices on each other’s lips. Trevor’s hand made its way to my cock as we sucked Adam.
He moaned appreciatively as his hand circled my hard shaft. Gasping as he came off Adam’s cock, he said, “OK, obviously you need to fuck me too. I’m not leaving here without this cock in my ass.”
At this stage, I was in what I can only describe as a delirium of desire. I was back sucking Adam’s cock, but here also was this gorgeous man sharing it with me, stroking me as we brought my former lover closer to cumming. My own hand reached out blindly, and I found Trevor hard and leaking.
For a moment I was consumed with the desire to dive down and suck him, but I knew Adam’s rhythms too well, even after all this time; his cock was starting to swell, getting larger by the head, and I knew he was close.
Trevor knew it too. He reached his hand up again to the back of my head to pull me in as Adam started to gasp and tremble. I should have been irritated – no one needed to encourage me to milk Adam’s cock – but somehow, I was even more turned on. Trevor and I pressed our lips to either side of the head of Adam’s cock as he came in one, two, three hot spurts. Our tongues met again as we greedily lapped him up, and then we kissed deeply, sharing the salty taste of Adam’s seed.
We continued to make out as Adam gasped, “Jesus. Fucking. Christ.”
He moaned as we licked and sucked up all the cum that had spattered on his legs and belly, and each others’ faces.
Pausing, Trevor grinned at me in the dim light. “He is tasty, isn’t he?”
The asshole who had irritated me over dinner was gone; in his place was an incredibly handsome, roguish man who made my cock twitch.
Without thinking, I said, “What was that you said before about fucking me?”
His eyes went sultry, and he chuckled again. “Patience, baby. Patience.”
His hand found my cock again and squeezed gently, his thumb smearing my precum up around the head. I shuddered involuntarily.
“We’ll get there. But first, I think my boyfriend and I want to suck you.”
There was a growl of assent from Adam, and suddenly I hand two pairs of hands rolling me onto my back. Adam whispered in my ear, making me shiver, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
I suppose I should do Trevor justice here, seeing as how all I’ve said about him is that he’s extremely handsome. He is slightly shorter than Adam and I (we’re both a little over six feet,) with a slim build and very fine features. He had black hair cut short all around, but longer on top so that it sort of flopped in a fetching and roguish way over his brow. His face, as befits an actor, was very expressive and his grin utterly devastating.
Under his clothes, he was very fit; not muscular, but very well-toned, with nice shapely legs and an amazing ass. His nipples were one of his best features, wide and dark, and when teased they stood up like thick eraser heads. And they were sensitive, even more sensitive, it seemed than my own (and I have incredibly sensitive nipples). Licking and sucking them elicited exquisite moans from him. More than once over those few days, Adam and I took turns, one of us working his nipples, and the other sucking his cock.
And his cock… holy mother. It wasn’t particularly big, he was smaller than both Adam and I, but it was mesmerizing. I don’t know how to explain it other than that it looked cut, by which I mean it was like the cock version of a shortish man with an exquisite body. You know the type, small, slight, but without an ounce of fat and muscles, so well defined they looked like they can etch glass. Well, that was what his cock was like, perfectly defined, with a slight upturn near the head, and under my tongue, it felt as though the skin was stretched totally taut over an iron rod.
When he came, which he did frequently over the course of those few days, his cum was hot and sweet, with just a slight tang of salt and no bitterness at all.
He was also very obviously experienced. You, my readers, know that aside from Adam that first time, I have never really explored all the possibilities of gay sex. That first time, that magical weekend, both Adam and I were basically virgins, experiencing each other in terror and ecstasy. As Adam had told me, Trevor’s first experience was at the tender age of sixteen.
He told me more about it later, saying, “It was my best friend’s older brother. He was seventeen, and gorgeous. He was on all the teams at his high school. He figured out I was gay… Anyway, he cornered me in their house once. My friend wasn’t there when I went over, but he invited me in. I was ecstatic, as I was half in love with the guy. He took me up to his bedroom on some pretext or another and showed me his collection of porn mags. Next thing I knew, he was asking if I wanted to see his dick.”
He paused for a moment and smiled bitterly. “Did I want to see his dick? Fuck, yeah! So he dropped his shorts, and there it was in all its glory. I know now it wasn’t as impressive as it seemed then, but for me, at the moment, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I ended up sucking him off. I practically came in my pants that first time but assumed he would reciprocate. Of course, he didn’t… he called me a cocksucker and all but kicked me out of the house. A week went by, and then one day he called me… invited me over, and we played the whole scenario out again. And of course, he didn’t suck me or jerk me off, or anything. He wouldn’t even let me jerk myself off as I sucked him.”
He continued, “This went on for the better part of a year. After a few months, he decided he wanted to fuck me. At first, it hurt like hell, but then after awhile… God help me, I came to hate him, but I also kind of loved him, you know? He was an asshole, but he was the only way for me to get what I wanted. I finally told him to fuck off when he started talking about lending me out to his buddies. At first, I thought he was going to beat the shit out of me, but he just shrugged and sneered. `Whatever you want, cocksucker,’ he said. `You’ll be back.’ But I never did go back.”
In retaliation, his friend’s brother told everyone Trevor was gay. For a time, his life was a misery, but eventually, he took possession of himself, owning his homosexuality, and throwing the brother’s insults back in his face.
“One day he was taunting me with a bunch of his friends,” he said with a smirk, “calling me a cocksucker yet again, and I just looked at his friends and said, `Ask him how he knows that.’ His girlfriend was right there, and I asked her, `Does he make that little squeak when he cums for you?’ I could tell by the look on her face that he did, and that was that. She broke up with him, and he lost a whole bunch of his friends. From that moment on, he was a pariah – his name was mud with the homophobes, and the gay-friendly types at our school loathed him to start with.”
Listening to Trevor tell his story as the three of us lounged, barely dressed, at my kitchen table drinking wine, I felt somewhat ashamed at my own ambivalence. I was – am – firmly bisexual, but I could see why that rubs some gay people the wrong way. When you’ve had to fight through the kind of misery Trevor faced (and it wasn’t the worst I’d heard, not by a long shot), it’s easy to see how the ‘bi’ label might look like wimpy equivocation.
Fortunately, Trevor was not one to care about such things. You are what you are, he said dismissively when I ventured a tepid apologia for my fence-sitting.
When he was still in his teens, he was rewarded for his courage by an affair with, as he put it, “An Adonis in his mid-twenties.”
His older lover took it upon himself to educate him in the erotic arts, teaching him how to be both a generous lover and not to be apologetic about seeking his own pleasure. The Adonis was, Trevor said, very matter-of-fact about sex, its mechanics, and about being careful; both in terms of being safe and in terms of not finding oneself enslaved to assholes like the friend’s execrable older brother. He brought other men into their lovemaking, taught him how to fuck and be fucked, how to torture someone with pleasure and the ecstasy of being so tortured yourself.
All of which is by way of saying that Trevor was far more experienced than me; far more experienced than Adam too, but my erstwhile lover at least had had a series of real relationships with men before meeting Trevor, whereas I had a handful of near-anonymous encounters with similarly bi-curious men.
When I jokingly voiced my anxiety about my inexperience, Trevor grinned. “Don’t worry, gorgeous,” he said. “You’re a natural.”
But all that was to come in the days that followed that first night. If I had been worried that the threesome was going to be awkward or weird, my concerns were quickly put to rest. Trevor joined me in sucking Adam’s cock as if it was the most natural thing in the world; but what amazed me was how much it felt like he and I were making out, having our own private moment as we kissed each other around the swollen head of Adam’s cock. Our hands found each other’s cocks, and after Adam came we greedily kissed, licking and sucking his cum from each other’s faces.
Then they forced me onto my back, and the next thing I knew, Trevor was nuzzling my neck while Adam kissed me deeply. They slowly moved down my chest, and for a few moments, I had the delirious pleasure of having both my nipples teased and sucked. I might have cum right there… had I not already loosed my seed twice that night. They kissed their way down my torso, and by the time they reached my cock, it was tight and hard and leaking madly. I looked down to see them kissing with my cock between their mouths; the feeling was indescribable, but it was watching them, seeing these two beautiful men lavishing attention on my cock, that nearly put me over the edge.
One or both must have sensed how close I suddenly was, for they paused and looked up at me. Adam’s lips were parted and glistening, his eyes half-lidded with lust; Trevor stroked my slicked shaft with a grin.
“How about that fuck now?” he asked.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I gasped.
His eyebrow arched. “You want me to fuck you, or do you want to fuck me?”
“Fuck me.”
“As you wish.” His grin broadened, and he clambered up over me and kissed me hard.
He grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside, but before he could apply it to himself, I snatched it away and squeezed some into my palms. I reached down and slid my hands over his hard shaft, and that was the first moment I realized what a gorgeous cock he had. As I ran my hands over him, up and down, his eyes closed to slits and his breathing got faster.
“Holy shit,” he whispered. “Christ, that feels good.”
I leaned forward and whispered into his ear, “This is a pretty amazing cock. I can see why Adam likes you.”
He chuckled and pushed me back down on the bed. He positioned himself between my legs, and I felt his hot, swollen cockhead slide up the cleft of my ass to rest against my hole. I moaned. Very, very slowly, he pressed forward and his cock popped past my sphincter. He exhaled with a hiss of pleasure as he slid his cock home.
“Ohh, yesss… you are nice and tight. This is a very, very, very sweet ass.”
“Fuck me,” I moaned.
“Say it again.”
“Fuck. Me. Hard. Fuck me with that amazing cock.”
And he started to pump his hips, slowly at first, twisting slightly as he slid into me.
Adam lay stretched out beside me, idly playing with my nipple, grinning contentedly as I moaned and whimpered. Leaning into my ear, he whispered, “He’s good, isn’t he?”
“Holy shit. Yes. Yessssss.”
And he was. Trevor knew what he was doing… every thrust sent a new wave of pleasure deliriously through me until I was all but incoherent. Like Adam, he liked to talk.
“Like that?” he murmured silkily.
“Fuck yes. Fuck me.”
“Say it again.”
“Fuck me.”
“You like my cock?”
“Yes. Yesssss. Holy shit.”
“What do you like about it?”
“It’s so. Fucking. Hard. Ooohhhhhh … God in heaven. Yesss. So good.”
He reached down and slid his hand over my cock. “So is yours. So hard, so sweet. Nice and big. Can’t wait to feel it in my ass.”
“Ooohhhh.”
Adam, who had been playing with my nipples, now leaned down and starting teasing them with his tongue. The sensation of having my nipples licked while getting fucked was unreal, and I dissolved into mindless ecstasy. I no longer knew where I ended and the others began. My whole world was focused on Adam’s mouth and Trevor’s cock.
The rhythm of his fucking changed slightly as he leaned forward and angled down. His cock started hitting my prostate, and I cried out.
I felt my cock twitch, and I said, “Holyshit, holyshit I’m cumming.”
Surprised, Trevor looked down in time to see my cock swell and jet cum up over my chest. His expression changed from heavy-lidded pleasure to wide-eyed shock.
His mouth made an O, and he threw his head back, gasping, “Holy shit. Me too.”
Thrusting himself deep inside me, I felt him go rigid and felt his cock spasm deep in my ass. He let out a guttural cry and then collapsed on top of me. Neither of us could speak.
“That,” said Adam with something like awe in his voice, “was just about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. When do I get fucked?”
