Devon, laying between Mike and Aaron after an epic three way where they fucked Devon, 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 with their heads on his chest.
They all woke up a few hours later and went at it again with Devon teaching them to “daisy chain”.
Morning has broken and light is peeking through the cracks in the shades and Mike is lays awake with Devon spooning him with his semi-hard cock lodged up his crack. Sobered up from the debauchery of the previous night, Mike reflects on what happened. Did he really kiss another man? Did he actually allow a man to suck him off? And, crazier, did he seriously suck off and rim another guy? And WTF, did he actually fuck a man?
It startled him less that he did all those things and more how much he enjoyed them. Despite his misgivings, he welcomed Devon’s hard, hot body pressed against his. As he was coming to terms with these profound feelings, Devon leaned up on an elbow to whisper in Mike’s ear, “I’m going to fuck you this morning, Daddy.”
Mike – Years and years earlier
For his entire life, Mike had been the guy who had it all. Tall, smart, successful, charismatic, and a great athlete with a body to show for it. Cliched as it was, women desired hm, and men wanted to be him.
Mike was a gifted athlete and played football for Notre Dame on scholarship. Not yet ready to settle down after college, he played professional rugby in Europe. He loved everything about team sports, the camaraderie, the teamsmanship, the banter. He’d later learn there was even more he liked about spending time with guys but didn’t realize it then.
His wife, Clarice, who he dated throughout college, kept a close eye on him while in Europe and made sure he knew she was still available and interested when he returned. Was Mike head over heels in love? Probably not, but they got along well enough and marriage seemed the right thing to do at the time.
Everything had come easy to Mike...he landed a scholarship to Harvard Business School and earned his MBA. Two baby daughters followed shortly after and the upward trajectory of Mike’s life seemed set.
As things do, real life stresses came and went and the marriage became listless due to new relocations due to new job opportunities and Mike’s relentlessly busy schedule. Mike and Clarise’s most recent move had been to New York City, and there Clarice really found her footing. She loved everything about it while Mike could take it or leave it. And just when she declared, “We’re never moving again”, Mike had the opportunity of a lifetime in Atlanta, the CEO of a major Fortune 500 company and a seat on the board of another company, also in Atlanta. One thing led to another and, while their relationship wasn’t hostile, it wasn’t loving either, so the easiest thing to do was for Clarice to stay in their beautiful apartment in Manhattan and Mike to take a place in Atlanta. They’d spin it was a “long distance marriage”, which wasn’t really a lie, but suggested more of a marriage than actually existed.
Mike also had ulterior motives for the move. He had gained, quite deservedly, the reputation as a lady’s man, and was indiscreet about flirting, affairs, and one-night stands. But his business performance was impeccable so the board simply looked the other way.
Living alone also gave him was the time to hit the gym. He had been an outstanding athlete, and while he had kept in shape over the years, he knew he could do (and look) much better. He found a popular gym in the Midtown section of Atlanta close to his condo and his office and got to work. It was great to be back lifting with the guys and everything that went with it…sweating, swearing, grunting…and bonding.
In fact, the more time he spent there, the more ripped he looked, and the more ripped he looked, the more time he’d want to spend there. He observed that men’s workout gear had changed a lot since he was younger…singlets that seemed to intentionally reveal your nipples and accentuated your pecs and biceps, and tight short shorts that showcased your ass and other assets. He went online to get caught up on the gear the younger guys were wearing at the gym and quickly became inundated with workout gear that, unbeknownst to Mike, was intended for a gay audience but marketed as tough and durable. Not understanding who this gear was for, he slowly transitioned to it, feeling surprisingly sexy every time he worked out in it. He frequently found himself in conversations with other in-shape guys about weights, technique, and how ripped the other was looking. On some level, he had to have known he was getting hit on, and perhaps chose to ignore it. But he couldn’t ignore how much he loved sweating, grunting and flexing with other in-shape guys in gear that made him feel young and desirable.
Mike’s wakeup call happened by accident. He didn’t know it, but the gym had a second locker room that he had to use one day when his locker room was under repair. When there, he noticed a steam room, an amenity he didn’t know the gym even offered. Damn, he thought to himself, I could’ve been taking a nice long steam after my workouts. Eager to give it a try, he walked in and, unable to see much in the dark, steamy room, could tell there were a lot of guys on the staggered tile benches, some with towels still wrapped around them, some nude sitting on their towels. He found a spot, leaned back and relaxed, which apparently signaled to the others that he wasn’t a threat, and the action slowly unfolded. He sensed towels coming off, cocks being quietly stroked, heads in other guys’ laps, and soft, muffled moaning. Mike was paralyzed. Part of him wanted to get up and leave; the other part wanted to stay to be part of the action. He desperately wanted the latter, but he was the CEO of a Fortune 500 company and being caught in this situation would be a scandal of epic proportions. Fighting every carnal instinct to stay, he got up and left.
But Mike’s life would never be the same.
He went home and nursed more than one scotch, trying to reconcile the fact that it he actually wanted to take part in the action...to experience sweaty, nude men expressing their urges in a hot steam room.
He continued to use the second locker room for weeks, and every time he passed the steam room he forced himself not to enter that forbidden room. He’d make it past the door without entering, but his desire to participate haunted him.
All this was weighing heavily on his mind one Friday night in March during March Madness when, after another testosterone-charged workout, he went home to watch basketball. After the first game and more than a few beers, he thought to himself…what the fuck. There was a sports bar not far from him named Woof’s that was commonly known as having a largely gay clientele. He didn’t know why he was going or what he’d do when he got there…he just wanted to be around a bunch of guys like himself.
The beers earlier had given him liquid courage; he was only there to watch basketball, right? Walking in, he scanned the bar to find a seat and he was surprised to see Aaron there, the young executive he mentored. Making eye contact, he couldn’t back out, but told himself to be cool; he’s just there to watch basketball, right? Aaron, who was at a high top with another guy jumped out of his seat to greet Mike and immediately invited him to join them. Mike had no choice but to accept given he was there alone, so at the table Aaron introduces him to his coach and personal trainer, Devon. Mike recognized Devon’s name as Aaron had spoken of him admiringly, and he can see why. Devon was pure athlete like the young guys at the gym who paid him so much attention. Likewise, Devon recognized Mike’s name because Aaron had spoken of him often. And Devon can see why as well. Before the current flirtation with Aaron, he’d never been attracted to daddies. What is it with these two guys, he thinks.
You know from previous chapters that Devon invited them both to his place where Mike surrendered to the conflicting emotions he’d been feeling at the gym. Now in his mid-50s, he’d never considered even touching a guy sexually, and tonight he experienced his first blow job, rimming, fucking, even spit roasting, leaving him exhausted, but shockingly satisfied, even wanting more.
The next morning, after two rounds of life changing sex in the dark of night, Mike laid awake with Devon spooning him from behind and his cock nestled comfortably in his crack. Although Devon is hard, Mike didn’t know if he was even awake and contemplates what’s happened to him. In the space of a few hours, he has experienced gay sex and, not only survived it, but experienced a level of sexual ecstasy he never knew existed. Sex with his women was fine…until it wasn’t. And his affairs and one-night stands that earned him his well-deserved reputation as a “lady’s man” were nothing more than orgasm chasers. His cock simply needed a hole to cum in, and a woman’s hole was all he knew.
But then last night…the feel of hard bodies pressed against each other…the sensation of whiskers instead of softness…the feeling of sucking a stiff cock …and the breathtaking tightness of a man’s hole. He laid there knowing his life had changed and wondered what lied ahead.
More in the moment, Mike luxuriated in the sensation of Devon’s hard body pressed into his, and better yet to have his hard dick pressed into his ass. All those years of football camaraderie, bromances with teammates, fellow rugby ruggers, and gym bros…all started to make sense. He fucking LOVES men. He loves how they look, how they talk, how they smell, and yes, how they feel. He doesn’t know how to respond to Devon’s growing cock invading his ass, but he can’t help himself and it presses back to take Devon’s cock more fully. He heard a soft groan followed by Devon’s arm pulling him closer. He felt soft kisses on the back of his neck, moving toward his ear until Devon’s hot breath is whispers in his ear, “I’m going to fuck you this morning, Mike.” Mike, now no longer stunned by language like this, couldn’t help himself and signaled “yes” by pressing his ass even harder into Devon’s hardening cock. Devon wanted nothing more than to take him there….plunge his cock into Mike and listen to him scream. But he knew Mike’s first fuck had to be slow, tender, even intimate. Devon wanted it to be perfect, so he pulled him in closer yet and started to slowly slide his cock up and down Mike’s crack and then softly gripped Mike’s now hard cock. One big, thick, mother fucking, daddy cock.
Devon then climbed over Mike so he was straddling him, cock-to-cock, and whispered, “I want you nice and clean when I fuck you; you’ll like it better too. Let’s go in the bathroom and I’ll show you my equipment to get you cleaned up.”
With Aaron still asleep, the two slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom. They both took a much needed pee, and then Devon pulled Mike into a hot shower. Devon took charge and erotically, soaped Mike down, paying particular attention to the back of his legs, his thighs, and his hole. He intentionally ignored Mike’s hard cock because it was his hole that was going to get the attention this morning. He soaped up a luffa sponge and first gently, and then more aggressively, cleaned Mike’s hole.
When Devon felt they were sufficiently clean, he attached his shower douche and demonstrated to Mike how it worked. Mike looked a bit askance, but at the same time, he knew it was necessary. Devon pulled him into a hug and said, “Get it nice and clean for me Daddy…I’m going to fuck you hard.” Devon gave him a warm, non-threatening kiss, turned, and left the bathroom for Mike, alone, to do his business.
Now clean and dry, Devon climbed back into bed to find Aaron, awake, on his back with his arms behind his head staring at the ceiling. Devon climbed in next to him and immediately pulled him into a hug so Aaron’s head was resting on Devon’s chest.
“You ok?” Devon asked.
“More than ok, Coach”, Aaron responded. “I’ve had my share of sex, but I’ve never felt it like I felt last night.” He paused and went on, “Yeah, now you and I have to figure out what this means for CrossFit, and Mike and I have to figure out what it means for my career, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything”
“What was so different?” Devon continued.
“All the sex I’ve had before tonight was…. perfunctory”, Aaron answered. “Last night…and don’t worry, I’m not getting all romantic on you here…I felt emotion, affection. Does that make sense?”
“Total sense” answered Devon. “I’m glad to hear you say that, because I felt the same way. And holy fuck…that Mike….I can’t fucking believe that guy. He’s so insanely sexy.” Realizing he was going on about Mike to Aaron, he pulled back and added, “Hey, you’re a stud too, but Mike…holy shit.”
“I know..” Aaron smiled, and then added, “You know, you’re sexy as hell, but I think you and Mike may have a special connection. Call me crazy, but…”
“I KNOW” interrupted Devon. “He’s such a fucking sexy Daddy. And I NEVER go for daddies. What the hell is happening to me?”
Sensing just a bit of insecurity from Aaron, Devon pulled him closer and went on, “Look stud, you can have any man in Dallas. You know that, and I know you know that. But I need your help this morning breaking in Mike. I’m going to pop his cherry and I want this to be one of the most momentous days of his life. Will you help me?”
Aaron felt the same as Devon. Their sex that night had been great, but he could feel a unique chemistry between Devon and Mike. “Whatever you need, Coach. I’m your wingman…”, he answered with a smile.
Just as they concluded, Mike came out of the bathroom, towel around his waist and climbed into bed next to Devon, and seeing Aaron was awake, added, “Good morning sunshine”, with a big smile.
Aaron excused himself to use the bathroom which gave Devon and Mike a moment alone. As he had earlier, Devon climbed on top of Mike, straddled him and leaned down for a romantic kiss. After pulling away, he looked him in the eye saying, “You ready to be fucked daddy? You better be because this morning I’m popping your cherry. You cool with that?.”
“Yes sir,” Mike found himself saying.
Devon leaned down and gently kissed Mike on the lips. Once again, Mike couldn’t believe what was happening. A hot athletic trainer, nude, straddling him, cock grinding and they’re kissing. 24 hours ago this would’ve been unthinkable. But now it’s perfect.
Devon brushed their lips together so Mike could respond at his pace. Mike lunged at Devon and the pair’s tongues were doing battle in no time. Down below, their cocks were doing battle as well. It’s technically called frottage, but who knew? All the two of them knew was how fucking sexy it was.
Before long, Aaron emerged, fresh and clean from the shower. He hadn’t bothered to even put a towel around his waist as he knew how quickly he’d lose it. Wanting a piece of the action, Aaron walked up to the bed and presented them his now semi-hard cock, “Any takers?” he asked.
Before you caould say “yes” both sets of lips were attacking Aaron’s pole. Aaron knew this morning was about Mike and Devon, but he couldn’t help himself. Devon and Mike slurped on Aaron’s cock for a few minutes, but he knew that was just an appetizer…they had a main course waiting for them.
As Aaron climbed into bed next to them, Devon gently pushed Mike out of bed and laid down where Mike was. Mike, now standing now by the side of the bed was slightly bewildered, so Devon addressed them both, “Aaron, Mike knows I’m going to take his cherry this morning. He also knows I’m going to go slow and easy, and Aaron, you’ll be there to help him every step of the way.” By this time, Devon was laying flat on his back with his swollen dick standing at attention. “So here's where we’ll start. Mike, you’re going to lower yourself on this”, pointing to his cock, “and Aaron is going to help you. I know it looks scary, but that’s the best way to start. You can go at your own pace. Ok?” He asked Mike.
Mike looked at Aaron with fear in his eyes but bravely responded, “I got you sir.” And then turning to Devon, he said,
“Aaron, you get that hole stretched out a bit before…you know…”
“Great idea”, Devon responded. “Mike, lay down on top of me. Devon, use those sexy fingers of yours to open up our boy.”
Mike, relieved they’d go easy on him followed orders and laid squarely down on Devon. Mike thought to himself he’d be perfectly happy to grind their cocks together until they came, but he knew he’d signed up for more.
Aaron squirted some lube onto his fingers and then slowly circled Mike’s hole. “Holy shit!” Mike yelped. “I’ve never had anything touch there before.”
"Deep breaths Mike, deep breaths”, Aaron coached him.
Aaron slowly circled his hole until he sensed it was finally relaxed and then, ever so gently, slightly pushed his middle fingertip into the hole. He felt Mike seize up, but this time said nothing. “Just breathe deep Mike” he coached again. He slid his finger again, this time farther, causing Mike to gasp, but again, not complain. He let that settle for a few minutes and then pushed it in all the way. “Fuck”, mike said, “it feels like I’m taking a shit”.
“Well, yes and no”, Devon laughed. “I promise, you’ll love it.”
Aaron continued with his finger prep, eventually adding two and finally three fingers. The more he added, the more Mike relaxed and responded. He was coming around to see that this was, indeed, a good thing.
Once Aaron had successfully driven three fingers up Mike and witnessed his growing horniness, both he and Devon decided it was time for the real thing.
“Ok Daddy”, Devon started, “You ready for your boy’s cock?”
“Yes sir”, Mike mumbled expectedly.
Aaron, not needing to be told, pulled Mike up and helped him squat over Devon’s engorged cock. “It’s just like the fingers Mike”, he said, “just better. I’ll help you lower yourself down. It’ll sting a little at first. Just stop and it’ll go away. Lower yourself at your pace until you’re all the way down.”
Mike, equally hungry to take his first cock but fearful of the discomfort, held on to Aaron and did what he was told. Aaron guided Devon’s cock into his hole and he dropped down onto it slowly. He was only about an inch deep, but it was a good start.
Looking each other in the eyes, Aaron asked Mike “Ok so far?” Mike, seeming pleasantly surprised, smiled a bit and replied “Yeah…”
Mike continued to slowly drop onto Devon’s cock with a minimum of drama until he was fully impaled. The feeling inside him was indescribable. A cock had invaded his most private region, but it felt like it was exactly where it belonged. He’d never felt anything remotely like the pleasure he felt now. So much so, not needing to be told, he began to raise and lower himself on the cock to give himself even more pleasure. “Fuck yeah, Daddy,” Devon proclaimed and quickly started to thrust up into Mike. It didn’t take long and two were going at it like veterans. Mike knew exactly what to do, sliding himself up and down Devon’s cock. Aaron, still standing on the bed next to them, was shocked when Mike pulled Aaron’s cock into his mouth. Mike had lost all dignity and turned into the slut he had been becoming at the gym.
Pulling Aaron’s cock out of his mouth for a moment, Mike croaked, “Fuck me Devon, fuck your daddy hard…” to which Devon surprised Mike by sitting up to sit on the side of the bed, all the while keeping Mike impaled on his cock. “Stay sitting on Coach’s cock, Daddy, and cross your legs behind my back.”
Once in that position, with Mike’s muscled arms and anaconda legs squeezing Devon’s torso, Mike laid his head on Devon’s shoulder and almost wept. He had never felt a sensation like this. The cock, up his hole, alone was mind-bending. But the affection and warmth from their embrace was one that, sadly, he’d never even felt from his wife. Try as he did, Mike couldn’t squeeze Devon hard enough, but his attempts drove Devon to push his cock even further up into Mike.
Aaron, who understood his role in this quasi-three way, climbed on the bed and knelt off to the side, gently caressing the two of them which only intensified their feelings for each another. Then, just for the kink of it, he climbed off the bed and squatted on the floor just below where Devon’s cock entered Mike’s hole. Since they were sitting off the side of the bed, Aaron was able to target the action with his tongue. Devon and Mike gasped in unison as they felt Aaron’s tongue lick Devon’s granite pole thrusting in and out of Mike, and Mike could feel the tip of Aaron’s tongue fight for entry into his hole alongside Devon’s cock. His only response was to moan audibly and squeeze Devon even harder.
Things were really heating up now and everyone wanted more. Devon was feeling more aggressive, Mike wanted to get pounded, but Aaron’s cock was feeling a bit ignored. Devon pulled out of Mike and ordered him on the bed, “Hand’s and knees, doggy style”, he barked. “This morning, we’re spit roasting you”, he sneered at Mike, referring to last night’s spit roast of himself.
Mike was apprehensive but elated. Could he take the pounding Devon seemed to have in store for him? Would he be able to swallow Aaron’s long cock? Could he take them both at once? He’d soon find out.
Devon lubed his fingers and repeated what Aaron had done earlier to stretch his hole. “While I get your hole ready again,” he said as he inserted the first lubed finger, “you give Aaron’s cock some love up there”, pointing Aaron to kneel at the head of the bed, in front of Mike’s face. By this point, Mike had surrendered any shred of dignity so he happily leaned over to Aaron’s cock and slowly began to lick, then swallow it. As Devon continued to work Mike’s hole, now with two fingers, he looked up to Aaron and asked cockily, “How’s my Daddy doing up there? Is he working your cock like I told him to?”
“Fuck yeah,” moaned Aaron, “He learned quick”.
Then Devon added, “Daddy, you like sucking Aaron’s cock? He seems like he’s enjoying it”
Given Mike’s mouth was preoccupied, he could only moan in response, leading Devon, who was getting increasingly dom-like, “I didn’t hear you Daddy, what did you say?”
Pulling off Aaron for an instant, Mike responded, “Yes sir. I love sucking his cock.”
“That’s what I want to hear, Daddy. Now keep that cock in your mouth until I tell you otherwise.”
Knowing to answer this time, Mike simply responded a muffled, “Yes, sir”.
That moved the three of them up another level of intensity. Without warning, Devon thrust his long cock all the way up Mike. Mike gasped int surprise, pain, and pure ecstasy. Being entered in this position—doggy style—added a whole new dimension to begin fucked. Devon wasted no time and pounded Mike’s ass harder, Mike sucked Aaron’s cock even deeper, and Aaron even more forcefully pushed his cock down Mike’s throat. The three of them were grunting, fucking, sucking, and sweating, and Mike realized that, for the first time in his life, the universe made sense.
Before this for Mike, sex was a few minutes of foreplay with the only intention being to get off. What he was experiencing now was outer-worldly. He loved men, the hard bodies, the sweat, the stink, the raw masculine aggression. They each wanted something and were unapologetically taking it from the other. Everything finally made sense.
The were getting close, so close that Devon pulled out one last trick. Pulling out of Mike, he instructed, “Ok guys, let’s take a break. Mike, you can stop sucking Aaron; I’ve got something better for you.”
Mike and Aaron stopped and looked at each other quizzically, both wondering what was next for them. Devon didn’t keep them waiting long. Stroking his cock, he pointed Aaron to the bed, “On your stomach, legs spread.”
Then to Mike, “Mike, I want you to get Aaron’s hole ready to fuck, just like I did yours” and handed him the lube. Mike climbed between Aaron’s legs and began to spread the lube on his hole, but Devon interrupted, “No Daddy, tongue first. Get him nice and wet with your tongue.”
Mike had tasted Devon’s ass last night in their first round, but he had been drunk and barely remembered it. Now, in the light of day, he had reservations, but the testosterone being pumped through his body took control and he thought to himself, now or never. He leaned down into Aaron’s ass, pulled his cheeks apart revealing a surprisingly not scary hole. It was pinkish red, a little puckered, even inviting. And was it winking at Mike? Knowing that Mike had just showered and likely paid special attention to his hole, he dropped his nose and mouth into his crack and inhaled to find his fragrance down there almost intoxicating. “See, you didn’t die”, Devon laughed. “Now get that hole sloppy wet.” Aaron instantly arched his back to push his ass deeper into Mike’s face, encouraging Mike to get to work. Mike quickly came to appreciate the animalism of eating out another man. Mike couldn’t get enough of Aaron’s hole, and Aaron was beyond pleasure. They kept going but Mike now knew what to do and lubed up his fingers to get Aaron ready for….possibly himself? Aaron was so turned on and wet he really didn’t need any more lube, but damn, did Mike’s fingers feel good up there. Aaron pushed hard against Mike’s 1, 2, then 3 fingers knowing that someone’s big cock was going to be taking up residence.
Devon, who had been lazily stroking his cock and supervising, stepped up to retake control. “Ok Daddy, I want you to fuck Aaron now, he needs it bad.” Mike, believing this morning was about him getting fucked was slightly confused, but he was so worked up he didn’t argue. “Please Mike, go slow with that monster cock of yours”, Aaron croaked from the end of the bed. But he arched his back and presented his ass knowing he could take it. Mike pressed the head of his massively thick cock into Aaron’s hole, to which Aaron groaned with delight. “Here I come, Aaron”, Mike warned as he very slowly pushed into his willing victim. Aaron gasped, then groaned, then yelled, “Stop please, just for a minute. I need to adjust to that anaconda.” Mike willingly complied, and sensing when Aaron had, indeed, adjusted, continued his trek to reach his destination. He wouldn’t be happy until he felt his balls slap against Aaron’s ass. It took a while, but Mike knew he was there when Aaron whispered loud enough for both to hear, “Fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard.” Forgetting that Devon was even in the room, Mike pulled slowly out of Aaron, and then pushed back in. Knowing his thickness was a weapon, he found a pace to get maximum pleasure himself but not inflict injury on Aaron.
Before long though, Mike got a surprise when he felt Devon’s whiskered face and rough wet tongue working his hole over. Was Devon preparing to….?
Apparently he was, because before long Devon re-lubed Mike’s hole and pressed his hard cock right up into Mike. “JESUS!” Mike yelled and Devon’s cock slid into him for the third time that morning. Mike reached a new level of sexual insanity that he couldn’t possibly have ever imagined. He had become the fuck sandwich between these two incredibly desirable athletes. Devon’s cock was pressing hard into him which, in turn, he thrusted into Aaron. The feeling was so indescribably insane, he had difficulty processing it. The receptors in his brain that were generating these sensations had never been used before. He’d had his cock in one hole or another countless times, but nothing came close to the tightness and raw masculinity of a man’s hole. Add to that his first experience getting railed while he’s fucking; he was completely dumbfounded at the sensation of fullness and eroticism that he was feeling. And to have them both at once. Almost in a trance, Mike heard Devon say, “Pound his hole, Mike. Pound Aaron’s hole. Make him beg for your cum.” This prompted Mike to beg, “Please Coach, fuck me hard, shoot your hot load up my hole”, and for Aaron, at the bottom of the fuck pile to add, “Fuckin’ breed me Mike, give me your seed. Shoot me a nice big load.”
MIke wanted the world to stand still; all three were so close to exploding. Devon, with sweat dripping onto Mike’s back, began to pump him even harder, pushing Mike’s cock deeper r into Aaron. All three sweating, grunting, groaning, faster, deeper, faster, deeper until the room was nothing but three aggressive animals fighting each other for sexual supremacy. .
Sensing their only seconds away, Mike reached around Aaron’s torso to grab his cock and to stroke it, wanting Aaron to cum with the other two of them. And then it happened…“FUCK” screamed Mike first, I’m cumming.”
“Take my load, Daddy”, Devon screamed as he shot nearly at the same time. Feeling Mikes hand on his cock and load up his hole, Aaron couldn’t hold back either and shot what felt like a quart of cum into Mike’s hand and the bedsheets. The three of them continued to slowly thrust and pump, seemingly making sure they milked every drop out of jizz out of the other. Mike had caught Aaron’s load in his hand and somehow knew to feed it to both himself and Devon.
The three of them laid there for quite a while…until the weight of Mike and Devon was took its toll on Aaron. The two rolled off leaving Mike in the middle with his arms around one of the others on each side. Mike loved holding the two of them in his arms and loved even more the residue of Devon’s cum up his ass. He secretly wanted to plug himself to keep it up there as long as he could. He had no idea when or if he’d do this again and he wanted the feeling to last forever.
It was now mid-morning, and over the course of the past several hours, they had each shot at least three times. Given the intensity and perfection of the sex, it was impossible to feel anything but warmth and bliss.
But all good things….
Devon got the ball rolling suggesting a shower and grabbing breakfast at a nearby greasy spoon (these three were not your typical brunch crowd). They settled into a booth and, with the events of the evening front and center, it was inevitable they’d discuss it. After verbally reliving the most raunchy highlights, they became somewhat reflective about how last night had changed them.
Aaron, although openly gay, had put sex and romance on the back burner thinking he could live without it. Whatever sex he’d had before last night was purely transactional and without emotion. Last night changed that forever. It wasn’t like he had “fallen in love” with either of the other two, but he’d never had a sexual experience with such intimacy or affection. He simply didn’t know it could exist. It paved the way for elevating the role of romance and possibly even a relationship in his life.
Devon, before last night, considered 30 over the hill and wouldn’t give anyone that age a second look. That began to change when he met Aaron, and Mike officially forced him to rethink that. He knew he had to wrestle down the emotions about his dad and committed to himself to go into therapy to help him work through it. But, if nothing else, last night demonstrated the pure, visceral appeal of older, even much older, men. And he wanted lots more of it.
For Mike, his world had changed irrevocably. Everything made sense now…the importance of team sports and teammates….the way he was drawn to the gym and how he felt working out in slutty gym gear…and the steam room episode. He loved men, everything about them..their attitudes, their hard bodies, even their smelly jock straps. He knew now his life had to change, and fast. He was in his mid-fifties and didn’t want to spend the rest of his life not experiencing what he had last night. Yes, coming out at this stage of his high profile career would be awkward, but nothing was going to prevent him from living a life without frequent repeats of last night.
While it was only one night out of each of their lives, it was a life changing one. Each one of them, Aaron, Devon, and Mike had an awakening that reshaped their lives completely and laid the groundwork for a much more satisfying, and sex filled, future.
