In the middle of the night Aaron lies awake next to Devon and Mike, who appear to be sleeping. The unmistakable stench of booze, sweat, and dried cum is like an aphrodisiac. His cock is like granite again and he desperately wants to go another round. Pretending to sleep, he reflects on the events that brought the three of them here tonight.
Aaron - Several Months Earlier
Everything was going great for Aaron. His career as the senior marketing executive in a publicly held Fortune 500 company was on fire. At only 41, he was a candidate to be his company’s next CEO, and Mike, who Aaron admired and was a board member, had been assigned to groom him for the big job.
His commitment to fitness was thriving as well. He loved the intensity of CrossFit every morning and the ferocity of his solo workouts at the end of the day. Although he was climbing in the national CrossFit rankings, he had started to plateau and had heard good things about a nearby CrossFit box with a nationally recognized young coach named Devon.
The one area of his life that was…unattended…was romance. Or more crudely put, sex. He was gay and not closeted, but he didn’t advertise his sexuality as he didn’t want to be known as “Aaron, the gay marketing guy”. That’s why he focussed exclusively on his career and CrossFit. He had come to terms with this and took enough satisfaction from his career and CrossFit to put that “other thing” out of his mind.
His first CrossFit class with his new trainer/coach was 6AM on a Monday morning. He arrived early to finish his paperwork and when he spotted his new coach across the gym, he nearly lost his breath. “You must be Aaron, I’m Coach Devon”, the young godlike coach said as he vigorously pumped his hand. “I’ve checked out your stats on line…damn, you’re quite the competitor. Welcome to our box!”
Fuck me, thought Aaron. Literally and figuratively. His new coach wore a tank top stringer that barely covered his nipples and showcased his shoulders and biceps rivaling the most buff Olympic gymnasts. The stringer stopped right at the waist of his indecently revealing spandex tights. Aaron caught a quick glimpse of what was going on below Devon’s waist, to which Devon simply smirked. To top it off, he had a striking mane of shoulder length thick black hair that any woman would envy. Adding to Aaron’s discomfort, Devon turned around to retrieve the paperwork putting his ass directly in Aaron’s sightline. His glutes were so round and muscular, it looked like he had been the model for Michelangelo’s David. Devon was well aware of the impact he was making on Aaron and seemed to love every fucking minute.
Regaining his composure, they got through the paperwork without Aaron creaming himself. When they were starting class, Devon introduced Aaron and bragged about his athletic accomplishments, and, to Aaron’s surprise, commented on his physical appearance. “I want everyone to take along look at Aaron”, he said. “Aaron is…” turning to him asked, “do you mind if I share your age?” to which he replied, “of course not”, and he continued, “…41. Guys, Aaron is what 41 can look like if you’re as committed as Aaron.” Aaron was embarrassed, but secretly loved the accolade.
The classes continued that week and Devon lived up to Aaron’s expectations and promptly arranged for the 1-1 training sessions. That’s where it really got interesting…
If Devon looked sexy during class, he took it up a notch for the sessions. Tinier, tighter stringers and shorts so short that you could often see the straps of his jockstrap peeking out from under the hem.
Aaron was committed to his athletic progress, but Devon was a daunting distraction. Devon pushed Aaron hard and provided best-in-class technical instruction. But Aaron couldn’t help but detect…was it his imagination…subtle flirting? Devon would insist on spotting Aaron when he bench pressed allowing Aaron to peer right up Devon’s (already short) shorts right up to the jock strap that contained his jewels. When Aaron would squat, Devon would stand and squat so close behind him, Aaron swore he could feel Devon’s junk in his crack. And Devon insisted on finishing the workouts with long stretching sessions, pulling Aaron’s legs over his chest like he was going to fuck him. Secretly, Aaron enjoyed these 1-1 sessions as much for the subtle eroticism as he did the actual physical challenge.
Although the daily classes and 1-1 sessions continued without incident, Aaron felt the heat rising. Devon was open that he was gay, often talking about his latest boyfriend, breakup, and sharing his latest conquests. He talked about it so casually, Aaron began to question Aaron’s strategy of ignoring that part of his identity. Devon seemed to have a full life while being gay, not despite it. Why couldn’t Aaron do the same?
One March evening during their routine Friday night session, Devon looked particularly sexy worked side-by-side with Aaron until they were both sweating buckets. To cut the underlying sexual tension, Aaron brought up March Madness which was currently underway leading to a spirited discussion of the teams, alliances, etc. As the workout wound down, Devon casually suggested they shower up and head down to Woof’s, a sports bar he liked (that happened to be predominantly gay), to catch the last couple games of the evening. Aaron had never been to Wolf’s and had been curious to see how a sports bar intersects with the gay lifestyle, so was happy to accept.
They showered in separate stalls, but toweled off side-by-side and talked animatedly about about the games. It was a struggle for Aaron not to sneak a glance of what looked like Aaron’s, dark, dense bush, but he prevailed.
The two drove to Woof’s together and found a hightop with great sightlines to the TV’s. The beers went down like water after the intense workout and before long they were ordering shots of whiskey along with their beers. After months of flirting, the evening’s semi-erotic workout, and the ample alcohol, their guard was down. Inevitably, Devon steered the conversation to sex…
“So Aaron,” he started. “You never talk about your love life. Not to get personal, but are you seeing anyone special?”
Aaron was loose enough to comfortably field the the question. In fact, he was relieved to talk about it with someone. “Nobody special; nobody at all, in fact. I like to stay focussed on my career and CrossFit”, he said guardedly.
“C’mon” Devon sneered. “You told me your gay…that’s cool. But how is it a guy as hot as you isn’t getting any action?”
Wondering how to explain his life choices, Aaron simply responded, “I don’t know. I just haven’t made it a priority, I guess.”
“Well”, he laughed and squeezing Aaron’s thigh suggestively, “you have no fucking idea what you’re missing.”
Just as those words came out of Devon’s mouth, Aaron turned white. Assuming his comment had triggered Aaron’s reaction, Devon quickly added, “Dude…sorry if that came out wrong. I didn’t mean to get too personal. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Fuck”, Aaron responded. “My executive sponsor, Mike…I’ve told you about him… just walked in the door and saw me. I need to say hi. I’ll be right back.”
Aaron wasn’t freaked out that he was in a gay bar; Mike and he had talked about his sexuality, but in a clinical way…the impact it might have on his career, how to manage it, etc., etc. What Aaron couldn’t figure out was what the hell Mike was doing there. His only option was to plow ahead and simply ignore the fact that they both were in a gay bar.
Aaron bounded up to greet Mike and gave him a warm bro-hug, “Dude, welcome to March Madness. You here to watch the games?” Shit, he thought to himself. He didn’t mean to imply that Mike might’ve been there for some other reason.
“Yeah,” smiled Mike, unperturbed. “I live close by and was watching at home alone, drinking beer and felt like a loser”, he laughed. “Thought I’d watch the next game here”. Aaron sensed Mike had had more than his share of beers himself and wondered if that contributed to him choosing Woof’s. Did he not know it was a gay sports bar? Did he know and not care? Either way, he didn’t seem to be bothered by anything at this point and was eager to join the party.
“C’mon and join us”, Aaron quickly insisted. “I’m with Devon, my CrossFit coach. I’ve told you about him.”
Mike eagerly followed Aaron to the table and was curious to get a look at the guy Aaron had been gushing about at their recent business dinners. Aaron would’ve denied “gushing”, but Mike knew him well enough to know he had a major crush on Devon. He talked about him often, and could tell Aaron was taken with him.
As he approached the table, Mike could see why. Although Mike wasn’t gay (or so he thought), he’d never seen a more handsome young man. Striking hair, and the taut, toned, almost sculpted body of a skilled athlete. Devon jumped out of his chair and greeted Mike warmly and reciprocated Mike’s feelings, “Good to meet you Mike, Aaron talks about you often. He really admires you and values your mentorship.”
Mike was pleasantly surprised that Aaron had mentioned him to Devon just like he had mentioned Devon to Mike. The mutual admiration was a great way for the three to bond and they quickly dove into another round.
The conversation flowed easily; that’s the beauty of alcohol. At one point, Mike observed that there were “an awful lot of guys here”, acting surprised. Devon and Aaron caught each other’s eyes, but decided to just let it go.
They started talking about their personal lives which inevitably led to Devon casually sharing he was gay but unattached, and Mike revealing he was unhappily married, but his wife lived in Manhattan while he kept a condo in Atlanta, close to Woof’s. It was Aaron’s turn but he simply recited his boilerplate answer… he was gay, no apologies, but was focusing his energy on (looking at Mike) his career and (looking at Devon) CrossFit.
Mike took the opportunity to, somewhat crassly, point out that he was sitting at a table with two gay guys at a bar that looked, well, kinda gay. “You two aren’t going to try to convert me, are you?” he asked as if he were playing a game.
Devon went for it, “Would you like us to? You have no idea what you’re missing.”
Mike froze. He didn’t know how to answer and the silence was awkward.
“Ah, c’mon guys, I was just kidding”, Mike responded nervously.
As Aaron sat speechless, Devon continued, “I’m not sure you were, Mike.”, and intentionally stopped talking, leaving the ball in Mike’s court.
“Just what are you suggesting?” Mike asked even more nervously.
Devon, undaunted, replied, “What would you like me to suggest?”
It was as if the sports bar din disappeared. The silence became deafening. It was like a standoff.
When it became clear that Mike’s discomfort was embarrassing him, Devon broke the silence. “I’ll make you a deal”, he began. “Let’s head over to my place, we can walk there from here, and I’ll show you what I’m suggesting. I have plenty of beer so we can continue the party there and you don’t have to do a thing you don’t want to.”
Devon was surprised and relieved when Aaron jumped out of his chair with a hearty, “Fuck yeah, man, let’s do this”. For his part, Aaron had no idea what had gotten into him, but after countless borderline erotic sessions with Devon, he couldn’t help himself. What this would mean for Mike and him, he had no idea, but he could only worry about one thing at a time.
Devon got up at the same time leaving Mike sitting, staring into space. “You coming, Mike?” Devon asked in a challenging tone.
“All right, I’m in” answered Mike, “but I’m not committing to anything….yet…” he trailed off.
They quickly paid the bill and hopped into Aaron’s car, the only car among the three of them. After all that booze, none of them should’ve been behind the wheel, but Devon’s place was only a few blocks away.
They quickly arrived at Devon’s modest, but cool townhouse. Understated, masculine, and very….Devon. Leading the way with an unmistakable “take charge” attitude, he nodded to the kitchen which was out of their sightline and said, “I’m going to get ready and get us more beer; let’s keep this party going.” Before he disappeared, he pointed to the couch in the living room and added, “You guys both get…’comfortable’. Do you know what I mean by ‘comfortable?’" he asked with an evil smirk.
Mike froze up for the second time tonight, but Aaron began to unbutton his shirt and said with a smile, “Mike, I think this is what he’s talking about.”
“Exactly!” chimed in Devon. “And I mean…completely “‘comfortable.’” With that, he turned and disappeared into the kitchen.
Aaron couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Although he’d vigorously fantasized about Devon, his feelings toward Mike were more complex. He admired his intellect and leadership but also idolized his rugged, masculine physique. Mike had been a Division 1 college football player and played professional rugby in Europe after college. Mike worked hard over the years to stay in shape, and it showed. He was a massive, strong, bull-like guy who, although thick, didn’t appear to have an ounce of body fat on him. Aaron often thought, is there anything sexier than a rugby player? Well, maybe a gymnast, and tonight he found himself with one of each.
Fueled by the alcohol, Aaron stripped quickly and tried to lighten the mood for Mike, who was struggling a bit. “C’mon Mike,” he prompted him. “Devon said you don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Join the fun.”
With a helpless shrug, Mike surrendered to the inevitable, stripped completely, and sat down next to Aaron, nude. Aaron tried to cover his hands with his cock, but couldn’t help but start stroking it. At that moment, Devon returned with a tray of beers, shot glasses, and whiskey. But all Aaron and Mike could see was what he was wearing, or, better put, not wearing. His body was jaw-droppingly beautiful. Muscled, toned, nearly hairless and clad only in a white laced-up jockstrap…the kind old-school football players wore. And the front lace on the pouch that protected his meaty package was unlaced about half way down revealing his dark bush and the top of his cock. Aaron and Mike were paralyzed; they couldn’t look away.
“Gentlemen!” Devon barked smilingly, “Eyes up here,” he said pointing to the tray of booze. He placed the tray down on a table within his reach and handed Aaron and Mike a beer. “Lean back and relax now, boys” he leered as he slowly dropped to his knees, right between Aaron’s and Mike’s two sets of legs. “Enjoy your beers and let me know when you want a shot. Coach Devon is taking care of you now.”
Devon intentionally decided to start with Aaron. Although he was his client, Aaron was gay and wouldn’t resist whatever was going to happen, thus giving Mike permission to eventually participate as well. Devon leaned over Aaron’s waist and gently grasped his cock and pulled it toward him. Looking up at Aaron, seemingly for permission to continue, which Aaron willingly supplied, Devon lowerred his mouth over Aaron’s cock and engulfed it in one gulp. Despite taking it all at once, he did it gently so as not to scare Mike. Aaron groaned appreciatively. “Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Aaron exhaled. He quickly put his beer down and ran his fingers through Devon’s luxurious long hair. “Fuck Coach, that feels good”, Aaron whimpered. Devon affectionately bobbed up and down Aaron’s cock, getting it good and wet. Somehow he was able to take all 7” entirely up his throat, but without gagging and coughing that might put Mike off. The scene was soft, caring, and shockingly erotic.
Devon started at Aaron’s balls, licked the length of his cock repeatedly, engulfed it with his mouth while swirling his tongue around it, and finished by tongue-teasing his slit. Repeatedly. Every time he finished, Aaron moaned with ecstasy.
It was time to include Mike, so Devon slowly reached up with his right hand to stroke Mike’s torso giving special attention to his nipples. Although surprised, Mike moaned and arched his body to encourage more. That gave Devon the encouragement he needed to gently stroke Mike’s cock.
Aaron looked down with disbelieve at what was happening. His unbelievably sexy coach was giving him the most amazing head he’d ever received and, at the same time, fondling Mike, his nude executive mentor. He was so turned on he thought his head would explode.
Devon looked up to Aaron and indicated it was Mike’s turn, which Aaron understood. He didn’t want to be greedy, and was excited to see how Mike would react to what he assumed was his first man-on-man oral.
Devon shifted his weight and now looked up to Mike, again seeming to ask for approval to proceed as he had with Aaron. Mike closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and subtly nodded his head. With even more care and tenderness than he had with Aaron, he began to lick the length of Mike’s cock while fondling his balls with his fingers. All Mike could do was whimper, but the sounds he made suggested he’d never felt anything like this. Devon picked up speed without becoming aggressive and finally took Mike’s entire cock in his mouth down his throat, all the while aggressively swirling his tongue around his cock. Mike let out a howl that sounded like he was crying in pleasure. He could’t contain himself and grabbed Devon’s head and pushed it down hard on his cock. This time Devon choked a bit but that didn’t stop Mike, in fact he seemed to get off on it. Using both hands, Mike shoved Devon’s open mouth down his cock and thrust his hips to go even deeper. Devon was choking trying to keep up, but he was a talented cocksucker and knew it was part of the game. In fact, if Mike could get rough, so could he. He reached up and grabbed both nipples and pinched them as hard as he could. “Fuck. Yes!” shouted Mike. His intense response to having his nips twisted was not lost on Devon and he made a mental note of that for later.
Devon was afraid Mike would cum quickly, so he pulled off, gave Mike’s cock a playful slap to calm it down, and turned back to Aaron.
He picked up where he left off with Aaron, softly and gently, and Aaron was 0-60 in no time. Devon worked his cock with precision and was particularly attentive to his piss slit. Aaron was oozing precum and Devon didn’t want to miss a drop.
Meanwhile, Mike was still panting from his session with Devon and, as if in a daze, stroking his cock. Devon had them where he wanted them so he raised his arms and pushed their faces together. He wanted to see these two mature, masculine men kiss. He wanted to see open mouths and dueling tongues. As they approached each other, Devon pulled their cocks together to take them both in his mouth at the same time. Obviously, the physiology of this was challenging, but they knew what he wanted to do so instinctively stood up, embraced face to face, and let their lips slowly meet. Their tongues hunted for the other’s and each of their hands grasped the back of the other’s neck to pull them closer. Devon seized the moment he had been waiting for and took both of their cocks in his mouth. He’d daydreamed about Aaron all these months, and had heard Aaron fantasize about Mike. Now he had their two glorious cocks in his mouth.
As the evening unfolded, each of them found themselves somewhat “awakened”; that is, sexually engaging with someone who, for whatever reason, they assumed was out of their league. At 29, Devon foolishly feared he was nearly over-the-hill so only went for younger guys. But these two hot daddies had him seriously rethinking that. As for Aaron, all his previous sexual encounters had been purely transactional. He’d intentionally avoided engaging with someone he truly cared about. Now he was passionately kissing the mentor he revered while his sexy coach was sucking him off. And Mike. Before tonight the thought of having a guy give him oral would’ve been ostensibly revolting. And kissing another guy? His protege? He’d always thought Aaron was good looking, maybe even sexy, but now he had his tongue in his mouth. What the hell had happened to him?
The three of them were in a trance. The more vigorously Devon sucked them off, the more fiercely they kissed. The more feverishly they kissed, the more aggressively Devon deep throated them. It was like a hurricane of passion. They were each in uncharted territory which increased the eroticism to Category 5.
Devon hadn’t planned this evening…it just happened. But had he, he would’ve expected it to go about as far as it had….oral and some making out.
But the three of them were way past that now. They were about to move from passion to pornography. Saying nothing, Devon pulled off their cocks, stood up, took their hands and led them into the bedroom.
“Let’s go, men”, he quietly said. “I hope you’re ready…”
