Business colleagues Aaron and Mike have found themselves in a scene neither of them anticipated. After an unexpected meeting at a gay sports bar and a night of drinking, they’re now nude and passionately kissing as Devon, Aaron’s CrossFit coach, vigorously sucks them off. Devon and Mike hadn’t met before tonight, but they had Aaron in common. Devon was Aaron’s personal trainer and Mike was Aaron’s executive sponsor. Awkward doesn’t begin to describe it. But they were way past awkward. The alcohol and raw testosterone had eliminated any sense of good judgment.
The three of them were in a trance. The more vigorously Devon sucked, the more fiercely Aaron and Mike 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 and the eroticism was heading toward a Category 5.
It was time to move from passion to pornography. Saying nothing, Devon got up off his knees, took their hands and led them upstairs to the bedroom.
“Let’s go, men”, he quietly said. “You better be ready…”
Devon - Several Years Earlier
Devon was nine years old, the 2004 Olympics were on, and he knew it the minute he saw him. He wasn’t even paying attention, and then it happened. To say it changed Devon’s life is an understatement.
There was growing buzz around American gymnast, Paul Hamm. He was a leading contender for the Gold, but had had a disastrous performance on the Vault, leading most to believe he was out of contention. But he fought back hard which generated a barrage of media coverage catching even young Devon’s attention. In a segment leading up to Hamm’s final event, Bob Costas profiled Hamm and replayed his previous gymnastic events. Devon barely knew what gymnastics was, but when he saw Hamm, he was mesmerized. The raw strength and athleticism Hamm demonstrated on the Parallel Bars hypnotized him. When Hamm was on the Rings, Devon’s eyes were glued to Hamm’s massive shoulders and arms. He couldn’t look away from the tiny shorts Hamm wore for the Floor Exercise and Pommel Horse. And watching Hamm ascend the podium with his biceps, shoulders and chest conspicuously bulging out of his tight singlet, Devon felt an inexplicable tingle in his groin. He had fallen in love. With gymnastics or Hamm? He didn’t know. Probably both.
That moment changed his life..for better and for worse.
First, the positive. He announced to his parents his desire to pursue gymnastics. Being a natural athlete, he advanced quickly through the ranks of local competitions, consistently achieved state rankings, and advanced to an accomplished college career. He loved the sport and when it was officially behind him it created the foundation for a career in athletics—CrossFit coaching and personal training. Gymnastics had been a childhood dream that he successfully transformed into a fulfilling profession. And at 29, his body looked like he remembered Paul Hamm looking in 2004. Muscled, buff, sexy as hell. Devon looked in the mirror and liked what he saw. A lot.
Now, the negative: Devon’s father’s disapproval of his gymnastics was personal, even toxic. Initially, he focussed on the expense and disruption of Devon’s commitment….“Why do we have to haul you back and forth to gymnastic lessons?” “Do you know how expensive this is?” “There’s no future in it anyway”.
But his father’s objection ran deeper than just cost and logistics…”Why can’t you play baseball and football like the other guys?” “Do you really have to wear those short shorts? Jesus, you can see everything.” “How many of your teammates are gay, anyway?”
His father made no secret of the fact that he thought gymnastics was a “gay sport”. In his mind, one look at the physiques and uniforms of these young men…how could they not be? Over the course of Devon’s boyhood and teen years, his father’s distaste escalated to overt criticism and, when Devon wouldn’t relent, outright condemnation. Eventually his father wouldn’t even attend Devon’s gymnastics meets, taunting him with “I’m not paying to watch a bunch of fags dance around in short shorts”.
By high school, it was obvious to Devon he was gay, but he remained discreet. He loved the camaraderie and teamsmanship of gymnastics, and while there were homoerotic undertones to the sport, nothing (well, almost nothing) sexual ever materialized. Devon had his first sexual experience with a teammate and it was fine, but not life changing. It simply confirmed what he had come to know all along.
Devon’s love of gymnastics drove a wedge into their family life and the damage to Devon himself was even more significant. The man he revered most in his life, whose respect he longed for, relentlessly ridiculed him in the most egregious way…sexually.
Devon’s reaction to his father’s relentless harassment was curious. First, instead of driving him away from the sport, it heightened his commitment. Although not Olympic caliber, Devon was a nationally recognized collegiate competitor. And later in life, it reinforced his commitment to a career focussed on fitness. CrossFit has a significant gymnastics component so it was natural for Devon to build on it, so he added weightlifting and conditioning to his regime. (And, damn, did his body show it.) Third, despite his father’s goading, Devon lived an openly gay lifestyle as an adult if for no other reason than to defy his father. Gay competitors in gymnastics weren’t uncommon; he was used to being around it and was unapologetic about being gay.
Devon survived his fathers’ ridicule remarkably well, but there was a dark side that he wasn’t fully aware of…his feelings, or lack of them, toward older men. Devon physically resembled his father and feared turning into him. Even at his young age, Devon was unnaturally preoccupied with aging and, at 29, felt that he was nearly over the hill. Sexually, he found himself attracted exclusively to younger men. Many of his friends his age were into “daddies”, but Devon recoiled from them, likely due to his father.
Until he met Aaron. On paper, Devon originally viewed Aaron, at 41, as positively geriatric. But when Aaron walked in that Monday morning when they met, Devon had the “tingling feeling” he had experienced so many years ago when he saw Paul Hamm. Aaron, clad only in workout gear, had the body of a god. Broad, strong shoulders, massive pecs, sculpted arms, and thick, sexy legs. He oozed charm and confidence, but had a remarkably youthful quality about him. For his part, Devon was glad he had worn his revealing tights and sexy singlet that morning and deliberately turned his back on Aaron to retrieve some bogus paperwork to display his spandex-clad glutes to Aaron.
Finding himself attracted to Aaron, Devon stepped up his game for their 1-1 sessions. Typically, he’d simply wear that day's coaching gear for these sessions, but on “Aaron days” he brought an extra, sexier change of clothes. The sessions were getting increasingly sensuous, even inappropriate, but something about Aaron really got his juices flowing.
That’s why he threw caution to the wind that Friday night and invited Aaron to Woof’s. Aaron had shared he was gay and Devon didn’t intend to actually seduce him that night, but he loved the idea of spending time with him in a gay-friendly environment. Devon and Aaron were having a great time when Aaron spotted Mike. Devon, never having met Mike, was pissed with his timing because he had just inched the conversation with Aaron toward sex. Aaron was disappointed as well, but had no choice but to greet Mike as they had caught each other’s eyes when he arrived. Aaron had shared a lot about Mike with Devon during their 1-1 sessions so he was curious to meet him. Devon sensed that Aaron was particularly intrigued with Mike, and when Mike joined them at the table, he could see why.
Meeting Mike, Devon immediately got that tingling feeling again, and this time for a guy old enough to be his father. What is it with Aaron, and now Mike, Devon thought to himself. Like Aaron, Mike was athletic as hell, exactly how he likes his men, but 25 years older than usual. Devon knew he had played rugby in Europe, and now seeing him in person, he couldn’t help but picture him in a tight, sweaty rugby uniform with those exceptionally snug shorts rugby players wear.
There was instant camaraderie and elevated testosterone among the three so it didn’t take long for the conversation to steer toward their respective sexual exploits, including gay exploits. Devon called their bluff and boldly invited them back to his house. Mike initially declined, but Devon challenged him to join them to “see what you’ve been missing.” Aaron jumped at the chance but Mike only agreed when Devon promised he wouldn’t have to do anything he was uncomfortable with. Outwardly, Mike made a good show of resisting; inwardly, he was secretly curious to learn more.
Fast forward to Devon’s condo: Mike and Aaron, nude, passionately making out with Devon on his knees taking turns working their cocks. No one was more surprised than Devon; he had no idea the joys of a mature man’s cock, but tonight would change that times 2.
With Aaron and Mike close to cumming, Devon pulled off their cocks, and walked them up the stairs to his bedroom with the ominous words, “Let’s go men; you better be ready.”
Devon had been multi-tasking when he was on his knees working their cocks... planning how to orchestrate the night. He wanted to go several rounds so they'd have to spend the night. He was the cream filling in this daddy sandwich and he wasn’t gong to squander it.
For Round 1, there was no question both of them would fuck him. Although Aaron had some expedience, they’d have to ease Mike into it as he’d never been with a guy before. In fact, the blow job Devon just gave him was the first he’d ever had by a man. And Devon could tell; he’d never seen anyone react to oral with such intensity.
And he had the beginning of plans for Rounds 2 and 3, if he was lucky enough to get that far.
When Aaron was getting the beers, he had also discreetly gotten the bedroom ready… dim lights and candles lit around the room, so when they entered, it was like walking into a sex den. Devon was still wearing the insanely sexy laced up jock strap and Aaron and Mike were still nude. All three were sporting massive erections, and lined up side-by-side, looked like pornographic fitness models. Devon couldn’t believe his eyes when he inspected his prey, particularly Mike. He’d spent plenty of time with Aaron, barely clothed in their workout sessions, and had come to admire his masculine beauty. Broad, sculpted shoulders, near perfect 6-pack abs, a V-shaped torso that narrowed to an impossibly slim waist, and cum gutters that looked like they’d been chiseled out of stone. His treasure trail dropped to his long, narrow cock that was standing at attention. And his legs were layers of muscle, proportioned perfectly with the rest of his body.
If Aaron was sculpted perfection, Mike oozed strength, power and lust. Kinky grey hair that was unkempt in the most masculine of ways, linebacker’s shoulders that were so broad his arms barely touched his torso as they hung from his shoulders. His chest and stomach were as hard as granite and covered with thick grey hair and his legs resembled tree trunks. When Devon saw his cock for the first time earlier that evening, his jaw dropped. “Beer can” didn’t do it justice. Devon doubted he could close a fist around it, and the head looked like a tasty portobello mushroom. Fully erect, it looked like it could do some serious damage. The shadows cast by the candles made him look like a threatening leather daddy, just without the leather.
The bedroom was surprisingly large and Devon wanted the night to last, so he resisted the temptation to take them to bed immediately. Instead, he pulled the two of them into a three man kiss which they both eagerly leaned into. Their lips never broke contact, but their hands were all over the place…caressing each other’s torsos, pinching each other’s nipples, fondling each other’s balls, and stroking one another’s cocks. The moaning was audible and Devon was beyond ecstatic with this scene. Devon getting it on with not one, but two mature men…who would’ve guessed?
Devon had his heart set on both of them fucking him, but he longed to taste their cocks again. He was shocked how much he loved the taste and feeling of these two daddy cocks in his mouth, so he dropped to his knees, seized one in each hand and started working them all over again. He spit aggressively on each to get them nice and sloppy, and at one point looked up at them and said horsely, “I’m gonna need these to be well lubed”, and then went back to work. Aaron knew exactly what he was referring to; Mike wondered, but was so in the moment he couldn’t even go there yet.
Unexpectedly, Aaron dropped to his knees next to Devon to share Mike’s cock. Looking down, Aaron was in awe of Mike’s thickness and wanted to taste it himself, or at least share it with Devon. Good thing Mike was as thick as he was because his girth gave Devon and Aaron plenty of meat to work with. The two of them were like kids at a candy story who had just been told they could eat as much as they wanted. They’d slide up and down Mike’s cock at the same time. Then one would suck his balls while the other deep throated him. Then the other would pull his thick cock down by the sack while the other tickled his piss slit with his tongue. Mike, never having experienced anything remotely like this, was on another planet. And when Mike got close to shooting, they pulled back just in time.
As much fun as he was having, Devon’s hole was getting desperately hungry for cock. It was time. He lifted himself up off his knees and stepped over to a waist high dresser and, facing the mirror, arched his back presenting his ass to be taken.
Aaron knew immediately what to do. He stayed on his knees and pulled the beautiful glutes apart so he could now inspect his prey. Inches from his eyes was his next meal. The cocks that had come before were delicious, but this rosebud hole was even more delectable. He wanted to just sit and stare at it to appreciate its beauty, but couldn’t resist diving in, tongue first. Devon’s hole was so gloriously exposed, it was ripe for the taking and Aaron knew just what to do. He flattened his tongue and took a long, lazy swipe at the winking eye that begged for attention. Things were moving so quickly Mike didn’t really understand what was happening until Devon let out a guttural groan with the first swipe of Aaron’s tongue. “Oh fuck, Aaron. Don’t stop”, Devon begged.
Mike, unsure what his role should be, dropped to his knees as well. He was horrified at the idea of licking a guy’s asshole, but simultaneously turned on by what he was witnessing. Devon’s reaction to being eaten out was unlike anything he’d ever seen. Mike had gone this far (and was still somewhat drunk) so…what the fuck. When Aaron pulled back indicating it was Mike’s turn, Mike leaned in and delicately touched Devon’s hole with the tip of his tongue. ‘Not all bad’ he thought to himself. Certainly no nasty odor or taste, and in fact, it felt…well…kinda sexy. So he pushed in and took a longer lick. Then another, and another. Before long he and Aaron were competing to see whose tongue could make Devon moan the loudest.
When it looked like they couldn’t take it any further, Aaron reached between Devon’s legs to pull his ramrod-straight cock backward, eliciting a piercing scream from Devon. Was it passion or pain? Probably both. But Mike and Aaron didn’t give a shit, because now they were taking turns on the hole AND the distended cock. Mike was out of his mind. He’d never done anything with a guy before, and now…this!
But all good things must come to an end and it was time for Aaron to take control. He pulled Mike and himself to their feet and sandwiched Devon between the two of them with Aaron behind him and Mike in front. Although entirely new to Mike, his instincts kicked in and he pulled Devon into a passionate kiss. Devon’s head almost exploded as his and Mike’s massively thick cocks ground together. Simultaneously, from behind, Aaron lubed up his fingers and aggressively fingered Devon with one, two, then three fingers to loosen him up. Aaron’s cock was now a heat seeking missile and the temperature of Devon’s hole was 1000 degrees Fahrenheit. Mike sensed what was about to happen and held Devon firmly by the shoulders to steady him for Aaron to enter him from behind. Devon nearly collapsed from the invasion of Aaron’s perfectly shaped cock. Devon had bottomed plenty of times, but Aaron did it with a maturity and confidence that Devon had rarely experienced. And more to the point, Aaron’s cock curved so as to immediately locate and massage Devon’s special spot. “Oh…oh…oh…don’t stop. PLEASE don’t stop”, Devon begged.
Witnessing passion he never thought possible, Mike’s instincts kicked in again. He didn’t need to be told what to do…he dropped to his knees and swallowed Devon’s cock while Aaron fucked him from behind. He wanted every centimeter of Devon’s cock down his hungry throat and he wouldn’t stop until he did. Mike fondled his balls, while nearly suffocating taking his cock, sending Devon into an even higher level of ecstasy. This inspired Aaron to thrust even harder from behind, driving Devon’s cock even deeper down Mike’s throat.
The three of them were in a vortex of pleasure. Devon was completely at the mercy of his two daddies and Mike had transformed into an animal. Only Aaron had a speck of sense left. Knowing this would end in Devon’s orgasm too quickly, Aaron pulled out and moved them to the bed, giving all of them a few moments to compose themselves.
After a few deep breaths, Aaron guided Devon to lay on his back with his head toward the foot of the bed. He directed Mike to kneel over Devon’s face, facing Aaron, while Aaron climbed between Devon’s legs. Mike somehow knew to pull Devon’s legs back toward him, leaving Devon’s hole 100% exposed. Aaron and Devon were now exactly where they wanted to be..the fucker and the fuckee. Although hovered over Devon’s mouth, Mike was reluctant to sit on his face. Yeah, he’d just eaten Devon out, but a guy’s tongue in his hole. Mike’s hesitation vanished when he felt Devon’s tongue reach out and tickle his taint and balls. ‘Holy fuck’ thought Mike. Once again, he made a sound that conveyed he’d never felt anything like this before. And for Devon, providing that pleasure to this bear of a man was as good as—maybe even better than—receiving it. Flat on his back, ready to be fucked, Devon wasted no time feasting on Mike’s hole. Mike, wanting more too, shifted from kneeling over Devon to squatting, to finally sitting squarely on his ass. The scene was downright obscene. By now, Devon felt Aaron thrust into him with mastery and care. He sensed, accurately, that Aaron had some practice in this arena, and it showed. Aaron knew when to go slow, how to target his prostate, and when to just ram it in. It may have been the most amazing sex any of the three had ever experienced. Devon devouring Mike’s hole; Aaron expertly pounding Devon’s chute; and Mike being rimmed by a trained professional. Instinctively, Mike pulled Aaron’s face to his so they could kiss while they continued their mutual assault on young Devon. The scene was right out of a porn movie.
Again sensing they wouldn’t last much longer, Aaron pulled out and flipped Devon on his knees, doggy style. Devon knew exactly what to do and arched his back, begging to be fucked. Aaron didn’t waste a moment and rammed his well lubed cock into Devon who responded with a groan of unrivaled pleasure. Aaron motioned for Mike to kneel at Devon’s head and Devon instantly took Mike’s throbbing cock into his mouth. Mike was so overwrought with passion, he simply whimpered as Devon swallowed him deeply. Devon was in heaven with two daddy’s cocks assaulting him.
The two continued to pummel Devon until Aaron abruptly pulled out of him, slid up to his head, and directed Mike to take over “down there”. Mike, having never fucked a man before, looked downright scared, prompting Aaron to assure him, “Don’t worry Mike, I’ve got him nice and loose for you.”
As Mike positioned himself between his legs, Devon turned his head around and and whispered to Mike. “Please fuck me Mike. It would make the night perfect.”
Mike didn’t have a choice. First of all, his balls were so full of cum they were ready to explode. Second, his manhood was on the line. He’d come this far…he’d eaten a guy’s ass for chrissake, fucking Devon can’t be that much different from fucking a woman, he assured himself. Third, Devon’s plea had touched his heart. Devon had looked at Mike with a longing that was both unfamiliar and surprising.
Once positioned between Devon’s legs, Mike bravely ran his finger over and into Devon’s hole to assure himself it was good and wet, before slowly pressing his massive mushroom head into Devon’s hole. “OH MY FUCKING GOD”, Devon shouted. “Push it in, please Mike..Give me your cock”, Devon begged. Obviously he wasn’t hurting him so he slowly pushed it in further which led to even more animal noises from Devon that, like those previously, were new to the human race. “Oh my god, that cock, THAT COCK” Devon croaked. “Oh, Daddy, fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard, fuck me with that thick pole of yours. You own me, daddy”, he croaked as he fucked himself on Mike’s massively thick pole. Devon, who was no stranger to bottoming, had never felt so full, so stretched, so completely satisfied. And he couldn’t help but associate that feeling with Mike himself, and his maturity. It was as if Devon had been missing something all these years. He was speechless with ecstasy. It was a feeling that defied description, even for someone with Devon’s experience.
Devon, coming out of his trance, realized he was ignoring Aaron’s cock which was inches from his face, looked up at him and apologetically started sucking. Now that he was properly skewered again, Mike and Aaron, while never breaking eye contact, began a rhythm that sent Devon into pure orbit. Mike would push in hard from behind, then Aaron would deep throat him. When Aaron pulled out to allow Devon to breath, Mike would hammer him even harder, followed by another choking assault from Aaron up front. It went on and on until Devon seemed almost tearful. From pain or passion, they didn’t know. But it was time. With a nod of their heads, they counted down…three….two…one… followed by immense blasts of Aaron’s sweet, salty cum into Devon’s mouth and volcanic eruptions of Mike’s white-hot lava well up into his hole.
The silence was deafening. Mike broke eye contact with Aaron, not out of shame, but out of pure exhaustion. Likewise, Aaron’s cock was so sensitive, he had no choice but to slowly pull out of Devon’s mouth.
That left Devon, on his back unable to move, with both holes overflowing with his daddies’ hot cum.
The room was quiet….eerily still. Hours of passion had culminated in two intense orgasms. Two, not three..
Although he hadn’t reached orgasm, Devon was sated…he could’ve easily fallen asleep on the spot. He had driven two sexy daddies to a once-in-a-lifetime orgasm and laid back absentmindedly, staring into space, stroking his cock.
Aaron knew Devon had to be close to orgasm himself so it wouldn’t take much to get him there, and he felt like they owed him that. He motioned to Mike to lay beside himself between Devon’s legs and, together, take Devon all the way to orgasm with their mouths. At this point, what would’ve been unthinkable a couple hours ago to Mike was now routine and seemed the gentlemanly thing to do. So the two of them positioned themselves between their host’s legs and got to work. Taint, balls, long licks up his cock, slow, luxurious slurps, full throated deep throating. Before long, Devon was thrusting up into their faces holding them into his crotch until the inevitable happened. “FUCK, I’M CUMMING”, Devon screamed as his cock erupted long streams of cum with such velocity it covered both Mike’s and Aaron’s faces. Strangely, neither of them wiped off the cum; in fact, they both seemed to enjoy the idea of their face being covered in their host’s sweet jizz.
Devon, laying between them after this epic fuck, put his arms around each of them and pulled them close. They had wiped enough of the cum off their face to open their mouths and breathe, but that was about it. The rest remained.
“You’re both staying the night”, Devon quietly ordered.
Both responded, not with words, but by snuggling close into their host’s arms and laying their heads on his chest.
Devon, being young, knew that the night wasn’t over, in fact, according to his plan this was just Round 1.
With Mike and Aaron on either side of Devon, the three of them quickly fell asleep. They’d wake up at 3AM to the smell of sweat, saliva and dried cum when Devon would teach them the joys of a daisy chain, which you read in Chapter 1. Fully exhausted after that, they’ll fall asleep once again and wake up with one more round left in them. That's when Devon plans for he and Aaron to expose Mike to the unimaginable pleasures of bottoming.
