Feeling a little overwhelmed by Seamus' tongue in my ass and Brad's tongue exploring my mouth, I almost pushed them off me. So much guy flesh around me, so much cock, so much testosterone. I fucking wasn't used to it.
Brad, I think, sensed my discomfort and pulled back and looked at me. “You all right?”
“Just give me sec. This feels like a lot.”
Seamus pulled his face out of my hole and leaned his head on my leg. He reached up and lightly stroked my balls, running his fingertips up my cock – which was still hard – and I felt myself calm down. Brad started to gently kiss my neck and then moved down and sucked on my nipples, flicking his tongue over them which made me shiver and my cock jumped against Seamus' hand.
I had to laugh, and I said, “Guys...come on. Before a couple of days ago, I had no idea I wanted to fuck a dude and now I'm naked with two. I need some time.”
Seamus nodded, but then he turned and started to lick my balls, then suck them in and run his tongue over the surface of them, pulling and stretching. I watched as Brad took the head of my cock in his mouth and very slowly, with a lot of suction, swallowed me, pushing his head down, then pulling back with ever more suction so that my cock came out of his mouth with a slurp, then he went back down. The suction was making me crazy and Seamus mouthing my balls more so.
I ran my hands through their hair and and caressed their faces, sliding a finger into Brad's mouth along with my cock. I watched them kind of fascinated. I guess I was studying what they did because I wanted to do the same.
Seamus finally let go of my balls and got up and straddled my face against the back of the sofa. He rubbed his dick on my lips back and forth and he squeezed it so that a big drop of precum came out and he spread it on my lower lip before pushing the whole thing into my mouth. I moaned. I was discovering how much a liked a cock in my mouth.
As Seamus fucked my face, I felt Brad getting himself between my legs. I heard him say, “I've wanted to fuck you for so long, Mike. I bet you had no idea.”
Obviously I couldn't answer so it was a rhetorical statement because Seamus' cock just hit the back of my throat and I had to gag a little. I heard him laugh above me, but it didn't sound cruel, just fun.
At the same time, Brad started to push into me, into the spit that Seamus had left. It felt tight and I had trouble relaxing because my focus was divided between cocks. But he was gentle, but firm and he did slide in and when he was all in, I realized he had leaned forward and was clearly feasting on Seamus' ass because Seamus turned and watched him, moaning softly and he said, “Fuck, Brad...why haven't you done that before?”
I guess the two of them fucked regularly. I liked the idea that they had a thing going behind everyone's back, including mine. At least until now.
As Brad worked on Seamus' ass, and as Seamus slide his big prick in my face, holding my head steady, Brad started to push. Pretty slow at first, but as his cock spewed juice, things got smoother and he used more force, more intensity. I could just see his hips working around Seamus's big thighs. These two were nicely muscled and smooth. Again, I realized I had never noticed their bodies. Really noticed them. I had seen them both a whole bunch of times in various locker rooms. In towels, naked in the shower, all that. But now, I really saw them. It's like it never occurred to me that guys' bodies could be not just sexy, but beautiful. My cock was crammed in between them so I couldn't really get to it and I wished I could.
After a couple of minutes of all this sensation and cock, I spat Seamus out and said, “I want to fuck Brad.”
There was a little part of me that wondered if I was allowed to ask for this: to fuck a guy. To fuck Brad. But Seamus moved off me and Brad just grinned and he got on all fours with his ass facing me and said, “Go for it. I want feel what your cock is like.”
Seamus seemed to be the designated lube guy because he drove his face into Brad's ass and tongued it for a while. I could hear the wet sounds he was making. He pulled his face away and leaned over and grabbed my cock and pulled it toward Brad's ass. I shifted along with him until I was kneeling behind Brad and I watched as Seamus pushed me into Brad's hole. When I was all in, he snaked his tongue in between my groin and Brad's butt cheeks, tickling us.
Brad said, “Seamus, get over here. I want your cock.”
Laughing, Seamus moved over on his knees so he and I were facing each other and Brad went for his dick, sucking it all the way down. I looked at Seamus' lean belly, his darker skin in contrast to Brad's, his strong tennis hands in Brad's hair. He started to fuck Brad's mouth and I took it as my cue to do the same to his ass.
I had had threeways before, but with a woman in the middle. I wondered why it had never occurred to me to look at the guy I was fucking the girl with. It was like I had ignored them or something. I found myself replaying a few experiences, but with me shaking things up by going for the guy's cock. That would have been fun. Almost as fun as this, as me fucking Brad. My friend. And watching him go down on Seamus. My other friend. Now we were different kinds of friends, I decided. Definitely with benefits.
I loved the feel of Brad's ass taking my cock. It felt similar and different to Chris. Chris had been tighter but Chris was more wild, more intense. Brad's ass seemed less snug and he seemed more chill, more into sailing on the way I was fucking him, on the way Seamus was feeding him.
But again I realized that this was a lot. I could tell me fuses were going to blow. I was moving faster and my cock felt harder, bigger. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I wondered if I should cum in Brad's ass. I decided to ask. “Brad...I'm close...do you want my cum?”
He pulled off Seamus and turned to me. “Yeah, man. Give it to me.” He grinned and then turned back to Seamus who was jacking his dick. Seamus looked at me and wickedly said, “You want to watch me cum all over Brad's face?”
In a way I was shocked, even though I had done that myself with many women, but as I was getting used to, this felt different. But it also felt really exciting. I said, “Yeah...I want to see that. Cum on his face.”
Seamus was almost there, and he jacked really fast and I could just see that Brad had opened his mouth and Seamus gasped a few times, and kept up his pace, but I saw cum spurting out of his dick and it landed in Brad's hair, and clearly went all over his face. I could hear Brad sucking it into his mouth with a groan.
Seamus surprised me when he moved away from Brad and came over and stood in front of me and fed me his cock which was still drooling cum down the length. What circuits I had left blew, and as I swallowed Seamus's cock, my own started to spew into Brad's ass and I fucked him hard. When I came down I spat Seamus out and fell backward onto the sofa. I glanced at the basketball game and imagined that both teams had just watched us fuck. That would have been cool.
Brad turned over and I saw that he had cum all over the sofa. His dick was all wet and still oozing. Seamus got down and sucked him for a while, cleaning him off. I had the thought that these two might be more than just friends with benefits. There was something almost loving about what Seamus was doing and Brad ran his hands through his hair.
Brad collapsed beside Seamus and I wriggled my way in between them until the three of us were entwined with me sandwiched between them. It felt really nice, and I loved the smell our our bodies, of our cum, our sweat. I licked Brad's face and kissed him. I said, “Thanks, guys. That was unexpected, but really fucking amazing.”
Brad kissed me back and said, “Yeah, it was. Any time, Mike. Like I said, I've been fantasizing about this for ages. So I'm down whenever you are.”
I smiled and leaned my head into his neck. Then I said, “So you two...I think you're more than just fuck buddies, right?”
I felt Seamus laugh behind me. He kissed my neck then said, “Yeah, ok. We've been playing around with the whole relationship thing, it's true. But we both love to fuck whoever wants to fuck us, so...it get's complicated. Right Brad?”
He reached around me and kissed Seamus for a while, then said, “Yeah. A bit complicated. So we're working things out, I guess.”
I decided not to say anything else and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
--
When I woke up, the TV was off and it was clearly morning, and one of them wasn't there. I couldn't tell at first, but then I realized Seamus was still with me. He was lying on his back and snoring. I watched him for a while, still marvelling at the fact of sleeping with a guy – much less two – and I ran my hand across his strong, not-very-hairy chest. His eyes opened and he turned to me, finally waking enough to grin.
“You ok?”
Was I? I decided I was. “I'm ok. What time is it?”
“Oh...it must be early. Brad had a session at seven.”
I was surprised that the three of us had slept together for the whole night. Another first. I said, “You want to get some breakfast. I'm starved.”
He sat up and stretched, then turned to me. “Now that's a good idea.”
We went to a diner down the street and ate a greasy breakfast. Neither one of us had to teach until after lunch, so we took our time. I had always liked talking to Seamus and now that we had had a lot of sex, I felt even more relaxed with him. He told me all kinds of things about his career, his injury, going to therapy, teaching, his family in Trinidad. I was surprised that I had never asked him about any of this before. What was wrong with me?
I told him my story. My shitty parents, tennis school, not really making it professionally. I told him about Chris and how that all went down. He was really easy to talk to. I even told him about Jack, something I had never told anyone.
He raised his eyebrows at this. “You ever think about contacting him. I mean...now that you've learned to suck cock, that is.”
I laughed and punched him on the shoulder. But I knew what he meant. “You're a little shit, aren't you? But I actually have thought about it. I wonder what he's up to. Do you remember him? Jack Foster? He was a real hotshot when we were teens.”
Seamus thought for a second. “Yeah, I remember hearing about him. I never played him, but there was some buzz. What happened to him?”
“The last I heard he had left tennis and gone into finance. Like he's a stock broker, or something.”
“Wow. I wonder what happened. Guys like that usually stick around if they can stay in the top fifty or so.”
I thought for a few moments, finishing my coffee. What had happened to him? My coach at the time said he had retired suddenly. I guess when you're twenty, retired is the wrong word. I remember thinking that something must have happened.
I looked up and Seamus was watching me. He sipped his coffee and said, “You know, Mike. I wonder if you weren't kind of in to him then, but didn't realize it. Or something like that.”
“That's exactly what I had started to wonder myself. I never reciprocated. We never kissed or anything. I never would have let him. Obviously that's changed.”
We both laughed. Seamus kicked me under the table and said, “But you like women, right? You're not just posing?”
Again, I had thought about that as well. Seamus seemed to see right into me. “No, I really do like sex with women. It's fucking hot. But it's totally different, I've discovered. It's hard to explain the difference. Have you ever been with a girl?”
“Oh sure. My family are pretty homophobic so I played the game when I was younger, but I never really liked it that much. I mean sure, a few times it was great. I suppose I'm like eighty/twenty in the gay/straight ratio thing. I get the sense yours is more like fifty/fifty?”
Now that was a thought. I wondered. These days I hadn't even thought about sex with women. But then again, this was all so new and so exciting. I said, “You know, I think my numbers are in flux. I'm having way too much fun with guys. Well at least three guys, anyway.”
I felt Seamus snake his foot up my leg and then press it into my groin. He had a half smile and he said, “Yeah, you are having fun, aren't you?” He pressed a little harder and said, “Why don't we go the washroom and see what we can see...”
Without waiting for an answer he got up and walked to the back of the diner. I felt a little odd, but I got up and followed him. The diner was almost empty except for us so I figured we were relatively safe. I went in and saw that he was in one of the stalls. He pulled me in and I shut the door. Then he sat on the toilet and quickly undid my pants and sucked my cock into his mouth. No preamble, nothing. I was barely even hard, but I sure as fuck was soon enough.
He worked fast and I could tell he had done this before. His head was bobbing quickly and he was jacking me at the same time. I could tell he wanted a mouthful and in no time, I gave it to him. I came with a sharp burst of sparks in my head and I could feel myself pumping cum. When I was empty, he stood up and shared it with me, then pushed me down and his dick was already out and really hard. He had a big cock and I had trouble taking it, but I sure as hell wanted to, so I let him fuck my face, even though I gagged a bunch, but when he came it was like a river blasting into my throat. I almost choked on it, but, as payback, I stood up and spat it all back into his mouth and we necked for quite some time, trading cum and spit and tongue. Really sexy dude. The quiet ones always are. And that applies to women, too, by the way.
We did up our pants and, like school children, made our way back to the table, pretending nothing had happened. We got more coffee and grinned at each other. I hadn't had as much fun having sex...ever.
--
After work, I went home and asked Mr Google if he knew where Jack was. I wondered why I hadn't done this ages ago, because I found him almost immediately. He wasn't a stock broker after all. He was a lawyer. He worked for a big firm in Manhattan and I assumed he made a zillion a year.
It was his picture that shocked me. I remembered a messy-haired, skinny dude and here was this well-groomed, pretty buff guy in what looked like a suit that cost more than my car. And he looked good. Really good. Now that I was looking at guys, I realized he was hot. Fucking hot. He must be throwing guys and girls off him all the time.
I had let this amazing-looking dude suck my cock for months and I didn't return the favour. How shitty was I? I get it, I wasn't ready to completely admit what I now know to be true. But still. It was kind of selfish. I'm amazed he let me get away with it. He must have taken a gallon of my cum that summer. And the thought that trickled through my head (and cock) was I wanted to return the favour.
So I sat there, sipping bourbon, wondering what I might say to him after all these years. What do you say to someone you haven't seen for fifteen years? Someone who, on the one hand, I knew intimately and by that I mean his mouth on my dick, but on the other hand, not very well at all. All I knew was he was a great tennis player, liked beer, and was a master cocksucker. Not very much.
So I decided to be light and cheery. I used the email address from his firm's website and wrote him a note:
Hey Jack! Remember Mike? From The New England Tennis School? Fifteen years ago? Yeah, it's me. How are you? I was thinking today – and not for the first time – that I wanted to reach out and see how you were doing. I see you've left tennis and are doing really well. Congrats. I, on the other hand am still playing. I still show up at tournaments and occasionally win some money, but mostly not. I teach at this school in Boston you've probably never heard of. Mostly entitled kids. But I like it.
Anyway, if you're into it, drop me a line and let me know how you're doing.
Mike Sewell.
I sat there for a while. I had another hit of bourbon and then I wondered why this felt so hard. Why was it so hard? It was just a friendly email that he may or may not answer. But deep down, I knew the answer. And it wasn't just because he had sucked me off a whole bunch. And it wasn't just that I wanted to do the same to him, though that was also true. No. It was more.
I sat for a while feeling confused. I thought about calling Brad or Seamus and getting some grade A distraction from their cocks, but I felt a bit too vulnerable for that. They knew me too well. I decided to call Chris. I had no idea where he was, but I had his number. It would be nice to just talk.
“Hey, Chris...how are you?”
“Mike! Nice to hear from you...mate.” He laughed.
“Yeah, whatever, Mr Aussie. Where are you?”
“I'm just got in to Boston. I came to see if your school would hire me.”
“What? Are you serious?”
“Yeah. I've won a few tournaments, but I need to make some money. I remembered you said your school might be hiring, so...”
“Wow. Why don't you come over....”
“Oh, so you want to get laid?”
“Fuck you. But now that you mention it...but seriously. It would be nice to see you.”
“Sure, dude. Where are you?”
I gave him my address and when I hung up, I hopped in the shower. It's important to be prepared, right? About twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. He was standing there grinning his little grin and he rushed forward and threw his arms around me. Really tight.
“Mike...it's so good to see you!”
He kissed me and not chastely. He kissed me hard. I pulled back and said, “Whoa, champ. Let's get you inside first. You want a drink?”
I gave him so bourbon and we sat and talked for a while about how we were both doing. But we both knew it was just the preamble. And sure enough, he finally put his glass down and pulled my shirt off.
“Mate, I've missed you...and this.” He slid his hand into my track pants and stroked my cock which was, not surprisingly, totally hard. I pushed him down and while I kissed his neck, I pulled his pants off, then my shirt. We were naked in seconds and I had to have his cock. That big Aussie cock that tasted like heaven. It felt even bigger and I choked on it while I went down on him. I held onto his balls and ran my tongue all over the head, my tongue swirling around, tasting his precum, tasting sweat and there was that Chris smell that I was getting to really like. He moaned and ran his hands up my back. He leaned forward and smacked my ass. He laughed and said, “I want to fuck that ass, Mike. Give it to me.”
I spat his cock out and got up. I said, “Bedroom. Now.”
I took him by the hand and he pulled off his socks on the way. I was amazed again by the almost white hair on his butt and legs. I pushed him down on the bed and jammed my face in his ass, licking his hole, tonguing my way into him.
But he hadn't forgotten what he wanted. He flipped over and said, “You have some lube? I want to really fuck you into next week, so we need some help.”
I got the lube from beside the bed and I squirted some right on my asshole and he helped me smear it into me. He laughed and kissed me, then pushed me back and got himself between my legs. He played with my hole with the head of his cock for a while, then suddenly pushed it in. I gasped and pulled his head down and I bit his lip. He yelped and in response started to fuck me really hard and fast. I guess I deserved it.
He fucked me deeply and stared at me in that Chris way and the whole bed was rocking. I hoped the neighbours didn't mind. He licked my chin and spit in my mouth and I wondered how many things he would do while he fucked me. He seemed to want everything. It was kind of how he played tennis, I realized. He wanted everything and he wanted it now.
I stared into his eyes some more and we kissed a few times, trading tongues. I was fisting my cock while he went and before I knew it, my orgasm hit me and my cock erupted all over my chest. He almost yelled, “Yeah, mate. Fuckin' cum!”
That seemed to set him off, because after a few really deep thrusts that smacked the bed against the wall, he groaned into my neck and drove his whole body into me, it seemed, and I imagined a Chris-quantity of cum filling me up. I could feel it drooling out of me. He slid his cock out and leaned down and licked his cum out of my ass. This time it was me who pulled his face to me and I got to taste his bitter, salty cum that he spit into my mouth with a gasp.
He pulled back, grinning, then he leaned down and cleaned all my cum off my chest and – you guessed it – gave it to me with a really slow, gentle, cum-filled kiss that went on and on. He could be so sensual as well as a freak.
We lay there, breathing heavily. I could tell he had dozed off, but I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about the email I sent. Kept wondering if Jack would answer. He had no reason to, really. But what was so fucking clear to me, despite everything, despite all the time that had passed and the life we had both lived, despite the diverging directions our lives had taken, I really wanted to hear from him. I really wanted to see him. I really, really did. And I couldn't quite figure out why.
