What Happens When Mike Tell His Two Friends
I woke up and realized I was in bed. With Chris. Naked. And his cock, his big, hard Australian cock was tucked into the crack of my ass. That was a lot of things to get my head around.
Lying there, I remembered what had gone down a few hours before. I felt almost shocked. Not so much by what we did, but that I fucking loved it. I get that gay guys often have this fantasy that their straight crush is going to wake up one morning and...well you get the picture. Was I that straight guy, waking up with the taste of cum in his mouth? And wanting more? Was I?
I thought about Jack all those years ago. I had let him suck me off. A bunch of times. I remembered how I held his head down on me, how I had thrust into his mouth and cum buckets. I had fucking liked that. What was the difference now? Was there? The difference was that I was the one to have taken a load and totally gotten off on it.
But as I thought about all this, I realized I had gotten hard. Really hard. My cock was throbbing. I didn't know what was going on with me, but my cock seemed to be pretty clear about it all. I decided I needed to get out of bed, so I tried carefully to slide my way out, but just as I started to move I felt Chris's hand slide around and grab my dick. I felt his voice in my ear say “Where do you think you're taking that cock of yours?”
He gave me a few strokes and at the same time he ground his hips toward me, pushing his dick up the crack of my ass. He kissed the back of my neck, then said, “Well?”
A familiar burst of fear went through me and I said, “I don't know...”
Chris chuckled and bit my shoulder and thrust a little harder into me. I could feel the head of his dick rubbing my asshole, a feeling I had never felt before. He whispered into my ear, “Mark, man, what do you say if I fuck you?”
As he said this, he was pushing his cock against my hole a little more forcefully. And despite the fact that I was scared, it was obvious to both of us that I was into it because my dick was rigid and he was using his thumb to smear all the juice that flowed over the head. I couldn't deny that, now could I?
I still didn't say anything but I let him jack me very slowly and move his dick around my asshole and then finally – because I was going a little nuts – said, “I guess...”
He chuckled and said, “Yeah, that's what I thought.” He let go of my cock and I felt him move and he said, “Let me get you ready.” Suddenly I felt his mouth, then his tongue go to work. In my ass. He licked up and down between my ass cheeks, deeper each time, wetter each time. He licked and then his tongue hit my hole and started to swirl. He pushed and spit and soon his tongue started to snake into me, then deeper when he used his hands to pull my cheeks apart. He drove his tongue in deep and all the while I was feeling something I had never felt before. Pleasure. There. It had never occurred to me that I could feel such intense pleasure radiating from my ass.
I heard his voice say, “How are you doing? Are you ok?”
I reached down and grabbed my dick and gave it a stroke and said, “It feels...unbelievable. Don't stop. Do more...”
I couldn't quite believe I was saying that, but it's how I felt. I wanted more. Fucking more.
His tongue left my ass and I felt him move back up so his breath was on my neck again. I knew what was coming. I was both terrified and excited. I wanted his cock in me, but I was scared. When he pushed the head in, my body jerked and he stopped. “You all right?”
“Yeah. Just give me a minute.”
I let myself get used to the end of his cock in me. In me. I took a few deep breaths and adjusted my hips. Then he sensed I was ready and he pushed slowly, steadily and I felt every bit of his big dick slide into me. His groin met my cheeks and he stopped. I could feel the prickle of his pubic hair on my skin. I felt full of him. I felt stretched and the pain was intense. But it was a different pain. Yeah, it was pain, but it was pain that wanted to be something else. I felt him kiss my neck and then he bit my ear and whispered, “Your ass feels amazing, Mike. My cock feels amazing in your ass. I want to fill you with my cum. Do you want that?”
I turned my head and we awkwardly kissed and I managed to say, “Fuck yeah, Chris. I'm ready for you. Fuck me.”
Chris licked my ear and wrapped his arms around my torso. I felt him push and pull and thrust and his cock started to work in me, started to slide and stretch me. It was painful and I almost stopped him, but then, like a plane finally getting on top of the clouds, the pain became the something else I wanted. It started to feel fucking amazing. I said, “Oh fuck, Chris. Fucking fuck! Give it to me as hard you fucking want!”
So he did. He started to go, I mean really go. I had given him permission and so he fucked me and it was as if I had done it a million times and you know what? It really felt that way. It felt like I had been doing it my whole adult life. I realized what all the women I'd fucked had felt and I understood the noises they made because now I was making them, too. Chris was fucking me so hard I felt like he was going to push me off the bed. I continued to jack my own cock, but slowly. I wanted this to last.
After a few minutes I realized I wanted to see his face. I said, “Can you fuck me from above?”
He laughed, but pulled out of my ass – which felt empty and cold – and I turned on to my back. He grabbed my legs and hiked them up and hooked his arms underneath my knees and slid his big dripping cock back into me again. Easily now. I was ready for him. I felt my ass envelop him and he went. This time I could watch his face and he watched mine. We grinned at each other and he fucked me faster, but then he said, “Hey Mike...you want to switch? I would love it if you fucked me. I want that cock in me now. Can you do that?”
I said, “Sure...um...maybe help me out?”
“Oh don't worry, mate. I'll make sure you fuck me right.”
He got down on his back just like I was and I pulled myself up and he leaned forward and sucked my cock in and was clearly getting me all wet. In fact he pulled me out of his mouth and spit on my cock then said, “Ok. Go for it.”
So I channelled him. I hooked my arms around his strong legs and aimed my cock at his hole. I was a little unsure, so he reached down and grabbed my dick and started to push it in. I felt myself start to slide in and I realized how different it felt than a woman. Tighter. More friction. I pushed and kept going and finally I was all in. I looked down at him and he had this grin on his face again. That little kid grin. He laughed and said, “You're doing fine. Your cock feels amazing in me, mate. Your fucking cock is filling me up. Fuck me, Mike. Go for it. Go for the winner.”
The tennis reference both made me want to laugh and made me feel even hotter for him and his ass. I took him at his word and just like he had, I started to go. My whole cock was being massaged by his ass and it felt incredible. I went faster and it felt even better. I looked down at him and we were grinning again and I had to make sound. In fact we both made sound. He was grunting every time I thrust, and I was moaning really low and each time I fucked I got a little louder. It was beyond any fuck I'd ever had. I hate to say it, but most of the women I had fucked didn't want this kind of intensity, this kind of force, this kind of raw fucking. Sure, some do, but not the ones I had been with.
But Chris...I quickly realized the harder I went, the better he liked it. Soon I was almost pulling my dick out of him and driving it back in. He started to say things like, “Yeah, fuck, don't stop, fuck harder, fuck deeper...”
Over and over and it was kind of hypnotizing to listen to him but I leaned down and managed to wrap my lips around his, and the feel of his tongue battling with mine set me off and I could feel a sudden rush of radioactive energy start in my balls and blast through my cock, then my whole body and as I kissed him, I choked and gasped and I could feel the cum spurting out of me, filling him, coating him, and with a last deep fuck I collapsed on him.
But he wasn't done. He slid out from under me and we changed positions and he stuffed his cock in me and did to me what I had just done to him. He held my legs so tightly I thought they would go numb then he almost yelled and froze and I could feel his body tremble and with a few really fast fucks he was done. He pulled out of me and to my amazement, dove down and started to jam his tongue in my hole, but even better – I soon realized – was when he moved up and kissed me with a mouthful of his cum.
I was dizzy and still coming down, my cock still drooling onto my belly. He licked that up too, and shared it with me. Chris wanted all the things. He was uninhibited in ways I didn't know a guy could be and I liked it. Fuck did I like it.
We did sleep eventually. After coming down from the fucks we had given each other, we slept and I held him close, enjoying his sweaty body and his sex-infused smell.
But my phone went off at six and I just had to get up. I had a plane to catch. He barely woke up when I left the bed and I kissed him, and went to my room. Once I had packed and ran back to his room and typed my details into his phone, he sucked my cock for a few minutes and I gave him a load. But then I had to leave. I really hoped I could see him again some time.
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I spent the whole flight to Boston thinking about all the things I had done with him. I thought about what it might mean about me. Was it just him? Was I only into dudes if he was the dude? I had never imagined I would want to be with a guy at all, much less suck a cock, swallow cum, be fucked, fuck and trade cum in a big messy kiss – or any kiss – with a guy. But I sure as hell wanted to with Chris.
The plane landed and reality came back for a visit. I had to go back to being a tennis coach, the job that really paid the rent. Tournaments were fun, but I rarely placed high enough to actually make enough to live on.
I got back to my apartment, dumped my stuff and went to the tennis school. My first student, this gangly fourteen-year-old with more ambition than talent, was at least a nice kid so it was a soft landing. After the lesson, I had a break and went to the little coffee room we had.
Brad was there, drinking some kind of protein smoothie and reading something on his phone. “Hey, Brad. How's it going?”
He looked up and said, “Hey, Mike! How was Sacramento?”
If he only knew. But I said, “Oh, the usual. I made it to the third round at least. Beaten by this Aussie kid who lost in the fourth. We kind of bonded over losing. Nice kid.”
“Oh...you mean Chris Kosta.”
I was surprised. “You know him?”
“Yeah, I played him in the spring. Nice kid.” He grinned and looked down at his phone.
His grin was a bit odd and made me wonder if he knew Chris was gay and he was trying not to say something shitty and homophobic. Which if that were true, would surprise me coming from Brad since I always thought he was a pretty open dude. I looked at him a minute, then turned and poured myself a big cup of coffee.
I took a sip, thinking about Chris and his cock then Brad said, “You want to grab a beer later?”
“Yeah, sure. Around six?”
“Sounds good. Seamus and Stuart are coming.”
He knew I hated Stuart, so I guess he was warning me. But Seamus was a cool dude. Quiet, and a really good player who had to quit tournaments because of an injury.
“Yeah, sure.”
At six, the three of them were waiting for me in the lobby and we walked the few blocks to The Wrecking Yard, our favourite haunt. It was dark and a little dingy, but the beer was cheap and the music not too loud or annoying.
The four of us sat and told stories about our students, about who was winning what tournament. Brad said, “Mike here lost to Chris Costa in Sacramento.”
Seamus laughed and said, “He has a wicked serve, right?”
I grinned, feeling a bit embarrassed and said, “Yeah, but he didn't beat me by that much.”
I thought about what happened the next day and I was amazed at the hard-on I got just by thinking about him. Fuck.
Brad said, “Yeah, his serve is awesome. If he gets the right coach he could move up pretty fast.”
I looked at Brad again. He obviously liked Chris. I decided to say a bit more. “We hung out a bit after our match. He doesn't want to go back to Australia.”
Brad looked at me a moment. I could tell he was thinking about something, but I wasn't sure what. But I felt I had a secret. Well I did, didn't I? I wondered what it would be like to tell them I had slept with the guy. Especially since they assumed I was straight. I assumed I was straight, who was I kidding? Or at least I thought I was. I took a big gulp of beer and didn't say anything else.
We sat around trading stories and having more beer. At about eleven, Stuart got up and left which was a relief. I always felt like I had to just tolerate the guy because we worked together. When he was gone, Brad said, “Hey, Mike. You want to come over and watch the Celtics play?”
I thought a minute, then said, “Sure. Why not?”
Brad looked at Seamus. “You in?”
Seamus grinned in a way I didn't quite get, but he said, “Yeah, sure.”
I had enough beer in me that I didn't think much about it. We paid our bill and walked over to Brad's apartment. He had a total dude kind of place: a bit messy, a big TV, lots of alcohol arranged on the kitchen counter. He poured us some gin and we sat to watch the game.
It wasn't the greatest game and, frankly, I think basketball is stupid, but I go along for the ride so I don't seem like a loser or a hermit. And besides, it's an excuse to hang out and drink with friends. What's wrong with that?
We had been watching for a while, saying stupid things about the players, when Brad put his drink on the coffee table and said, “Say, Mike...you say you hung out with Chris Kosta?”
I suddenly felt self-conscious. “Yeah...so?”
“So, like, you know he's gay, right?”
I swallowed and felt like a little kid who had been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing. I decided to play it cool. “Yeah...I knew that. Who cares?”
Seamus sat up and looked at me with a sly smile on his face and said, “Oh, we don't care. Or rather, maybe we do care. Are you sure you just hung out with him?”
I was getting a little panicky. What was going on? I pretended to be offended. “What's that supposed to mean?”
Brad put his hand on my arm and left it there. “Chill, Mike. I think you're not getting what we're trying to say. If you got it on with Chris, then that's very cool. Very, very cool.” He stoked my leg a bit and I started to understand.
Seamus said, “Yeah, Mike...I guess we're asking...did you fuck Chris?”
I looked at both of them trying to make sure they weren't playing some sadistic straight guy game where they out someone and then are downright mean. But I was getting the sense from the way Brad was massaging his way up to my crotch that something else was happening.
I swallowed and decided to go all in. “Yeah...we fucked. It was awesome.”
The smile on Brad's face was like the sun coming out after a day of rain. His started to undo my pants and I decided to just let him. I wanted to see where this was going. Two guys? I guess I was up for it even though I had barely got used to one.
Brad was still grinning at me and just like that he leaned over and kissed me, giving me lots of tongue. I went with it, but a part of my brain was still amazed that I wanted to kiss guys at all, much less – I assumed – two guys. Two friends of mine. Brad's mouth was hungry and hot but at the same time, his kisses were soft and almost gentle. His lips seemed to moved all over mine and his tongue caressed my lips and then my tongue, rather than duelled with it, like Chris had done.
Then I felt Seamus on my other side and suddenly there were two mouths I was kissing. Two tongues to explore. Two guys who each tasted a little different. Seamus pulled my face to his and gave me a whole series of wet kisses, some with tongue, some without. His hand caressed the back of my neck and I felt Brad undo my pants and fish out my cock. He stroked me, then joined Seamus in a long, three-way kiss.
Seamus got off the sofa and got on his knees between us. He reached for my pants and I let him haul them down, then he did the same to Brad. Soon we were both sitting there with nothing but shirts on, trading really deep kisses and Seamus started to stroke our cocks, licking the head back and forth. Then, as he jacked one, he sucked the other down.
I pulled away from Brad and looked down at Seamus. I ran my hand through his hair as he swallowed my cock, as he sucked on my balls. I thrust into his mouth a few times and he moaned into my cock. Then Brad got on the floor and both of them were giving me attention. Holy fuck. Two guys were going down on me. They alternated between my cock and my balls and as I watched them, I wondered why this had never happened again after Jack. At least until Chris, that is. I pushed my cock into Brad's mouth deeper, almost choking him, and remembered Jack's mouth and then I said, “So guys...what happens next?”
But my question really hid another one. Where the fuck was Jack right now? I wanted to find out. But in the meantime, when Brad stood up and spread my legs and pushed me backward, exposing my ass, and when Seamus dug his tongue into my hole, I at least had the answer to one question.
