Simon and I became regular fuck buddies during my stay in England. Several months into our “relationship”, he messaged me and asked if I would be into a 3-way with his married Australian friend, Martin. Of course, I said YES!
That evening, Simon and Martin came over together. Martin was a bit shorter than us, standing at 5’8”, he was bald, blond beard, and stockier than us, in that he was a muscle-head. He was built like a brick with a smooth body all round, and I’d later discover he shaved his balls and pubes, too. He had the most beautiful set of blue eyes I’d ever seen. We shook hands and exchanged usual pleasantries.
I took them into the bedroom and Simon was anxious to get things started. We all stripped, they were completely naked and I wore a black jockstrap. Simon said, “let Rich suck your cock”. I didn’t have enough time to visually soak in the images of these hot hunky men standing in my bedroom before I got down on my knees and Martin stood over me. He was nervous, his cock was soft. I opened my mouth and took him in, and began to run my tongue up and down the length of his shaft. He responded nicely, his cock filling out to a nice 7”. He was also uncut, but his foreskin was not as extended as Simon’s.
Simon had initially watched me suck his friend while sitting on the bed, but then walked over and stood next to Martin. He pushed my head down on Martin’s cock, and pushed Martin’s arse, encouraging him to pump my mouth. Martin let out a moan of pleasure and Simon said, “he’s good, isn’t he?” I loved hearing that, always makes a cocksucker more eager to please with positive reinforcement.
Either Martin hadn’t cum in awhile or I was just an excellent cocksucker, but we could both sense he was about to blow, so he pulled out and walked away, coaxing his cock back to submission. Feeling empty, I dove right in to orally service Simon. He held my head down tightly onto his crotch and fucked into my mouth, rubbing his hands through my thick hair.
Once Martin had his cock under control he came back over and stood next to his friend. I grabbed both cocks in each hand and held them together and began rub my tongue over their cockheads. Then I opened wide as each tried to thrust into my mouth and their cocks were crossing swords.
I’d been on my knees for awhile at this point, and decided to take things up a notch. I laid down on the bed on my back and with my head hanging over the edge, each took turns thrusting their dicks down my throat. I gagged and drooled, but it was a cocksucker fantasy come true. Simon was more aggressive at one point squeezing my nostrils shut and really going deep down my throat. His thick meat really stretched my throat wide. Martin’s cock was an easier fit, just a bit shorter, but probably half as thick as his friend. I especially liked holding onto Martin’s thick legs as he pumped his meat down my throat.
I was servicing Martin still in this position when Simon joined me on the bed, and positioned himself to take my arse. I raised my legs in the air, hooked my ankles in my arms and Simon began to slowly insert his cock inside me. I hadn’t used ice this time to pre-lube, but I did use Astroglide. Now I was taking dick at both ends, and as soon as Simon asked me if he could bring a friend, I had envisioned this very scenario. I hungrily moaned as Simon probed my arsehole while Simon continued to fuck my throat.
I looked up and saw the two of them clasping their hands, I suppose leveraging their weight to better impale me. Simon wasn’t fucking me hard, he was slow and methodical. I’m sure he was trying to keep this going as long as he could. Eventually, they switched positions, and now Martin had entered my broken in hole. He let out a deep moan, as I could only imagine that my arse felt so good around his fuck stick. Simon grabbed my throat and thrust. I held onto his meaty, hairy arse, feeling his glutes flex as he moved his shaft through my open gullet.
Simon was dictating the scene, I guess you can say directing the scene. He pulled out of my mouth and told me to flip onto all 4’s. I positioned at the center of the bed so that each of them could kneel behind me. Martin took his turn in my arse as Simon used my throat. (These were days before I discovered the joy of double penetration, and if I could go back in time, I would have loved to have done with these two married guys.) I pushed back on Simon’s cock and began to rock my hips and tighten my hole. His cock felt so good inside me. Martin reached down and pinched my nipples as I continued to blow him.
Martin and Simon tag teamed me, rotating two times at each end before they laid down side to side, and I took turns riding their cocks. Moving from one cock to the other. Watching one stroke his cock while I rode the other. My own cock began to spring hard in my jockstrap. While riding Simon’s thicker cock, I removed my cock from its pouch and began to stroke it. Martin stood over me so I was sucking his cock as I jerked off, and Simon took control and began to fuck me in earnest. As he fucked me harder my cock began to spray cum all over his chest. Some reached as high as his chin.
I dismounted from Simon’s pole and began to eat my own cum off his body. Sticking to his chest hair, it required a lot of tongue to get everything cleaned off, and I’d never kissed Simon before, but this was the closest I’d come to it. I licked my cum off his thick 5 o’clock shadow, feeling it’s coarseness against my tongue.
I stayed on my knees and Simon and Martin stood above me, jerking their own meat. I could see them looking each other in the eyes as Martin shot first. I opened my mouth as cum landed on my tongue, in my hair, on my face, on my chest. There was plenty of it. Seconds later, Simon unloaded in thick streams, and added his splooge to the collection on my tongue and body. I was cum covered, and I made no move to wipe it off.
Once the show was over, as with most married men, and always true with Simon, they reached for their clothes, got dressed, politely thanked me, and left. I was still wearing their cum, and although I had just cum, I needed to burst again. I got back into bed and wildly jerked myself off, rubbing my fingers through their cum and licking my fingers devouring their delicious, sticky, treat. It didn’t take long for me to blow all over myself, and I ate that, too.
Simon and I continued to play often. I’d learned that Martin had moved to Manchester, and the night the three of us met was part of his send off. I was very happy to be part of that, and hopefully, he remembers this experience as vividly as I do.
