It’s 3AM and the smell of sweat, saliva and dried cum permeate the dark bedroom. Aaron lays awake, incredulous at how the evening unfolded. His cock is like granite again and his heart is beating almost outside his chest. He’s pretending to sleep so he doesn’t wake the other two of this unexpected threesome: Devon, Mike, and himself. He wants to go another round but is reluctant to be the one who initiates it. Hours earlier he was fucked like he’d never been fucked before and he longs for more. But the alcohol is wearing off and he’s reverting back to his timid self.
Aaron is nestled into Devon, his personal trainer and CrossFit coach, who has his arm around him. Like Aaron, Devon pretends to sleep but Aaron’s erection reveals he’s probably awake as well. He’s admired Aaron’s sexy body over the course of their training, but never came onto him because he was a client and, being 10 years older, Aaron was out of Devon’s typical age range of interest. Devon, still in his 20s, had the luxury of growing up in a world where it was OK to be gay, so he’s cool being conspicuously out. It wasn’t a secret that Aaron was gay as well, although he and Devon never addressed it directly.
Last night, after their Friday night training session, Devon innocently invited Aaron to Woof’s, a neighborhood gay sports bar for a few beers and to watch March Madness. Neither had planned for the evening to end up how it did.
While Devon and Aaron were downing their beers, who wanders in but Mike. Mike, married to a woman (although she lives in another city), seemed to pretend he wasn’t aware that the sports bar was predominantly gay. Shocked to see him there (but not letting on he’d been found in a gay bar too), Aaron introduces him to Devon and invites him to join them. As guys do, they immediately engage in sports trivia, rounds of drinks, trash talk, and more rounds of drinks. Eventually, Devon skillfully steers the conversation toward subtle, homoerotic flirting, and both Aaron and Mike quietly engage. After an abundance of beers, bourbon, and escalating innuendo, Devon boldly invites them to his place to continue the evening. With their inhibitions erased by the alcohol, Aaron and Mike accept the invitation and let the cards fall where they may.
Hours later, the three of them are in bed together, tangled, nude and pretending to sleep. Aaron continues to play possum on Devon’s right side while Mike, also rock hard, is on Devon’s left side doing the same. Devon quietly smiles to himself at what a shitty job the two are doing pretending to be asleep.
For his part, Mike’s head is spinning. He’d never had sex with a man before and tonight he’d fucked his protege, Aaron, and later swallowed his cum. He was shocked and confused, but like Aaron, desperately wanted more.
Their sex a couple hours earlier had been earth shattering. But now the alcohol was wearing off and the reality of what was happening was settling in. Mike and Aaron wanted another round, but were afraid to make the first move. Devon found himself sandwiched between these two hot men and accurately sensed they were conflicted about what they had gotten themselves into.
But it was now or never. He went for it.
Devon pulled Aaron into a tight embrace on his right side, making sure their cocks were pressed together. At the same time, he pulled Mike’s head toward him on his other side and whispered in his ear, intentionally loud enough for Aaron to hear, “You’re going to suck me now, daddy”, and pushed Mike’s head down to his crotch.
Using the cloak of darkness to cover his humiliation, Mike pretended to resist, but wanted it as much as Devon did. Devon threw the covers off the three of them and aggressively coached Mike, “You want that dick, I know you do, daddy”, Devon whispered seductively. Mike looked up at him, seeing only his silhouette, and Devon continued, “Just lick it, you don’t have to take the whole thing yet. Start with my balls.”
Somehow that made it easier for Mike. He laid on his stomach between Devon’s legs and gently began to lick his ball sack. He was amazed at how he loved doing that and craved devouring his cock. The smell of his own dried cum on Devon’s cock from Round 1 was like an aphrodisiac. He needed to taste Devon’s cock. He needed that cock in his mouth. Meanwhile, Devon pulled Aaron even closer into him with one hand, and tousled Mike’s hair with the other as he sucked him off, saying, “Daddy seems to like this, right daddy?”
“Yes, sir”, Mike responded as he moved up from his balls and engulfed Devon’s cock with his mouth. He savored the taste of Devon’s cock. Mike couldn’t believe the thoughts going through his mind or the words coming out of his mouth, but he was hypnotized by the young athlete’s taut, muscular physique, his long, nearly perfectly shaped cock, and especially his cocky attitude. He was surrendering to an impulse that had only recently revealed itself but was now controlling him.
“That’s right, daddy, lick my cock. I know you want it.” With that, Devon turned back to Aaron and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Mike pulled off Devon’s cock wondering what to do, and Devon looked down at Mike and said harshly, “Don’t stop. Suck that cock like you mean it.”
That’s all it took to send Mike into overdrive. In his mid-50s, a bear-like man’s man, he had never sucked cock before tonight. And even more arousing, he’d never been ordered to do anything sexual, least of all suck another guy’s dick. He couldn’t believe how much it turned him on.
As Mike was face-planted on Devon’s cock, Devon repositioned himself to suck Aaron. Devon luxuriously worked Aaron’s cock and, at one point, said to Aaron, “Suck your boss’s cock while I suck you.” Although Mike wasn’t technically Aaron’s boss, they did have a professional relationship which fueled Aaron’s awkwardness. Mike was a high profile CEO for one company, as well as a member of the Board of Directors of the company Aaron worked for, and was Aaron’s Executive Sponsor. Put another way, he was Aaron’s official “mentor”. And now Aaron was being ordered to suck his cock.
Like Mike, Aaron willingly surrendered to his passion. Of course, he’d never seen Mike’s cock before tonight, but it was everything, and more, he had imagined. Buried in a deep bush of salt and pepper pubes, extremely thick, with a defined upward curve that resembled a fish hook, supported by two massive balls the size of golf balls. Aaron couldn’t wait to bury his face in it for the second time tonight.
While Devon was totally loving what he had set into action, he was really getting off on how Aaron and particularly Mike were reacting. They were like kids on Christmas morning. For both of them, this tangle of arms, legs, muscle, sweat and hard cock was a dream come true.
Sensing they were both getting close, Aaron ordered the group to “switch it up” and motioned for the three of them to reverse positions. “Suck off your coach,” Devon (meaning himself) ordered Aaron, and now addressing Mike, “and take care of your boy’s dick. He needs his boss to show him how to do it”. Aaron and Mike were game for just about anything at this point and did what they were told, which resulted in Aaron sucking off Devon, his sexy CrossFit coach, Devon slurping on the thick hairy cock of Mike, a bonafide daddy and Aaron’s “boss”, and Mike servicing the cock of his handsome protege, Aaron.
Each one was struck, not only by the pure hedonism of the moment, but the significance of whose cock was in their mouth. Aaron had idolized Devon since the time they’d met. When he coached, Devon routinely wore revealing running tights that showcased his “endowment”, arrogantly daring people not to stare down there. He envied Devon’s confidence regarding his sexual orientation and now he was rewarded with Aaron’s endowment in his mouth. For his part, Devon had never thought he wanted a man like Mike…50s, hairy, cosmopolitan, bear-like; but Mike’s masculinity, massive balls and insanely thick cock sent Devon into orbit. And previous to tonight, Mike had been developing a bit of a crush on Aaron that seemed to be blossoming into a bromance. Aaron was smart, witty, successful and terribly, terribly sexy. Now he was servicing his near perfect cock.
It didn’t take long before the three of them simultaneously reached the point of no return. “I’m gonna cum” growled Mike, which prompted Devon to order, “We ALL swallow, understand? Don’t waste a drop.”
Although gulping down cum was routine for Devon, and not unheard-of for Aaron, before tonight it would’ve terrified Mike. But this would be the second time in a matter of hours that he would feast on Aaron’s delicious cum.
And then it happened. With uncanny precision, each of the three of them exploded, feeding their partners their creamy nectar. And each of the hungry mouths lapped it up, wanting more. As ordered by Devon, not a drop was wasted.
So after a night of too much booze at the local sports bar, an epic fuck for the ages, and about an hour’s sleep, we find Aaron with a mouth full of his coach’s Devon’s baby batter, Mike gulping down Aaron, his protege’s nectar, and Devon joyfully swallowing every drop of boss Mike’s jizz.
If Devon had his way, Aaron and Mike would spend the weekend and the three of them would fuck non-stop. In stark contrast, Mike was suffering from nearly paralyzing post-nut clarity. He’s never enjoyed sex more, but now had a dramatic new reality to face. Aaron was somewhere in between, but couldn’t stop thinking about the names Devon had assigned each of them in the heat of passion.: "Coach”, referring to himself. Mike was “Boss”. And Aaron was their “Boy”. Aaron couldn’t shake the implication of being a boy who just had sex with his coach and his boss.
How did these three find themselves in bed together? What was the earthshaking sex that preceded the daisy chain? Where will it end? You’ll have to read more to find out.
