Goran Comes
You don't know me yet, but you will. I'm the guy who caught Mark's and Sam's attention, which is exactly what I was hoping would happen. I don't usually go for couples...I mean, once or twice...but that night in their apartment, I couldn't take my eyes off them. They seemed so...what's the word? Real. But but also real in a 'we're open to anything' kind of way. And together, watching all the casual little moments of touch and look...yes, the looks. They looked at each other like they had lasers in their heads. I wanted that for myself, damn it. I wanted all that. So yeah, I wanted them.
I got home from their party a little dazed. I had wanted to stay and see what might happen. You may have noticed I had started to feel Mark's leg...so strong, so fucking sexy. But then Sergio stumbled over and I knew I had to make sure he got home safely, which was a shame. I love Sergio – I mean as a good friend - and I feel a little protective of him. I would totally fuck him if he went that way, but I know he doesn't. He's been in this thing for ages with his girlfriend.
So yes, I was dazed. And turned on. And I had - and this part really surprised me – an actual crush on both of them at the same time. That was new. I mean, I've been turned on by the occasional couple before and made it my business to fuck them. But this? What would my therapist say about this? Oh, right, I guess I should tell her. Anyway...I lay on my bed feeling restless and all I could think of to do was call them right away. I mean, how ridiculous is that? Am I in grade seven? I tried to jerk off as a distraction, but all I wanted to do was watch videos of threesomes and fantasize about them. And my cock stayed hard for ages, like it was trying to tell me something.
I grabbed my headphones and put on some music to get my mind on another track. Rachmaninov usually does it, especially since I'm trying to learn one of his concertos. I know, I know, dead Europeans, who cares, music for the privileged. Whatever. If you just listen to the damn stuff you'll see why it has stuck around.
Anyway, it sort of worked and sort of didn't. Because it got me thinking about romance and love and pain and all that stuff. Well, more than just stuff. I had a boyfriend in my last year of high school and I was totally in it. I had fantasies of settling down, adopting children, introducing him to my cousins in the Czech Republic. But like so many high school romances, this was mostly in my head. The guy left me unceremoniously toward the end of the year and decided he was straight. Obviously this wasn't true, but I had to let him get there himself. But it hurt. A lot. I've been very cautious ever since. Lot's of sex, mind you. I have no problems with that.
So at about six-thirty that morning, still not sleeping, I texted Mark.
Mark, it was really nice to meet you and Sam. Let's grab a coffee soon. It's Goran, btw.
Of course, like a goddamned teenager, I went over every word of my text. Was it too much, too little, too vague, to forward? What the hell was wrong with me? The only thing for it was to get up. I put on some clothes and went outside to walk to the music school. I got there early and waited for the building to open. I really hoped playing loud, difficult music would distract me. It didn't.
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I met them at the Perking Lot – it's where everyone goes, of course. Where else? I got there early and fretted. One thing I was counting on was the fact that I'm really good at hiding how I feel. I must have inherited some Czech ability to look cool in the face of Communist oppression or something. At least people tell me I seem cool, anyway.
I saw them come in and it happened again. I was smitten and turned on at the same time. Mark with his messy wavy hair all over the place hiding his gorgeous face and intense eyes. And his slim - holy fuck - sexy body. And Sam...a little beefier, a little less messy but with this relaxed, open expression on his face, his brown hair a nice contrast to Mark's blonde, and just as piercing blue eyes. They both saw me at the same time and it was like two cars meeting me in the dark with their high-beams on. I was blinded. Holy shit.
It was Mark who said, “Hey, Goran. Nice to see you.” And he gave me a quick hug like it was the easiest thing in the world and sat down. But I could tell he was excited. That made me happy. Then Sam did the same thing, with a little more body contact, I mean really close and I swear I felt his bulge resting against mine. “Goran...it's awesome to connect again.”
We all sat down and just looked at each other which, I suddenly realized, felt all right. I wasn't being scrutinized, but really looked at. It felt nice, actually.
I decided I needed to say something. “Do you guys want some coffee?”
Sam grinned and stood up, “Let me. What will you have?”
Very gracious. I liked that. He went for some coffees and it was just Mark and I. He was looking right at me, his face still, a little smile at the corner of his eyes. “'So, Goran...tell me about the music school. I guess you spend a lot of time there...practising? I don't know the first thing about classical music.”
He sounded apologetic. “No one does, Mark. But it's cool. It's a very specialized world. But I love it. I love music. All kinds, really.”
He nodded and he actually looked interested. Sam came back with some cappuccinos and some croissants. Classy. I clocked him as a child of a fair bit of money. And Mark...I had the sense his background was hard. I don't know why I was sure, but I was.
Mark turned to Sam and this amazing ease just appeared between them where you could tell they were totally in sync with each other. It was lovely to see and really fucking hot. Mark said to Sam, “Goran was just telling me how much he loves music.” He looked at me a second then said, “I guess music can be a good vehicle for other stuff, as well.” Then Sam said, “Like sublimation or something. Primal urges translated into sound.”
Who were these two? I knew that Sam was in philosophy, but I felt like he opened my skull and just read me like the fucking newspaper. But at the same time I didn't feel ashamed or anything. Just even more curious about them. And I wanted to get under the table and get into their pants. I said, “Well I suppose philosophy has the same function. Like existential things translated into intellectual ones.”
Mark laughed and poked Sam in the ribs. “Don't get him started, Goran.”
“Well, maybe I want to get him started.” I took the opportunity and said, “Maybe I want to get you both started.”
Mark gave me the most beatific smile I have ever seen. I needed sunglasses. I felt his foot slide over top of mine. I guess this was really happening. I felt even more nervous. Was I up to this? Was I up to them?
Sam said, “So Goran...we're kind of into you...if you hadn't noticed. What about you?”
I very much liked the directness of this boy. Fuck we could all learn a thing or two from him. “Oh, I'm very much into it. Into you.”
Sam beamed at me in a similar, incandescent way. He said, “So...what should we do about it?”
I actually hadn't thought this through. “Uh...to tell you the truth, I hadn't got that far...I guess I wanted to see what might happen.”
Mark said, “Well, I think this is really happening.” He looked at Sam for a moment and I swear there was some extrasensory thing between them because he turned back and said, “Why don't we go back to our place?”
So we did. I was still nervous, but on the walk over, we talked easily and joked, flirted a bit and there was some casual contact: a hand on my back, I took Mark's hand a couple of times. It felt really nice.
We got to their apartment which seemed way bigger than when I saw it the last time. Sam went into the kitchen to get us some beer and Mark sat on a big chair across from me on the sofa. Sam handed me a beer and sat down, crossing his legs and leaning back. He took a swig and looked at me. “You know Goran...we're a little nervous about this. I mean, we've never really...uh...had a third person ...around.” He did seem nervous.
I decided to be honest. “Oh, don't think I'm cool and confident...”
We all laughed with relief, it felt like. Mark sat back in his chair and he seemed more relaxed. There was a silence in the room. Then I felt Sam's hand on my back, giving me a gentle stroke. I looked at him and our eyes met in a way that startled me. Like we just looked at each other and after a moment, I think we were both kind of struck by it. I saw him glance at Mark and they exchanged what seemed like a similar look. What was going on? But I decided to respond to Sam. I leaned over to him and our faces were close. I could smell some nice aftershave. Our mouths were almost touching and our eyes were locked together which made my whole body start to tingle with...what? It wasn't just sex. It was more.
He was the one to bring his lips closer and a little closer until they met pretty softly, then I felt him change gears and he grabbed the back of my neck, pushing our mouths together, his tongue already pressing against my lips, pushing its way into my mouth. He tasted like sex, somehow, and crazy bursts of energy went from my cock to my lips and I wanted my fucking tongue to be the cock and drove it into his mouth. I was taking a breath to push even further, when I felt Mark's mouth on my neck, tasting me, and his hands pulling my shirt off, biting my shoulders and pinching my nipples into hardness.
My circuits were overloading and the two of them kept going, Sam tonguing his way into my throat and Mark's mouth all over my chest, chewing me raw, bathing me into this wet state of fucking need, and just as I was going to return it to them, they pushed me back and Sam undid me and almost tore my pants off, and both of them, almost in one move, ripped off my briefs and leaned down to my dick which I wanted to use, I wanted to fuck, but they were there already, their wet mouths moving all over it, tasting me, pumping me, fucking swallowing me. One of them hiked up my legs and jammed their head into my ass – it was Sam – and drove even deeper, his tongue hard and insistent.
It was like they just took me, took me in a way that was totally me giving them permission. My cock disappeared in Mark's mouth and I grabbed his head and fucked his face, making it hard for Sam to be busy with my ass. But he got up, grinning and walked on his knees, and he was naked and I hadn't even notice him get out of his clothes. He crawled up to me like some hungry animal and sat on my chest, his cock right above me. He massaged me with his balls and his ass, then leaned forward and fed me his cock, bracing himself behind me. It slid into my mouth and I wanted that taste, that swampy fucking taste.
Somewhere in my head I thought, what the fuck is going on? But the thought was gone, and it was gone because Mark had lifted my knees and from some magic place had produced a bottle of lube. These boys were ready for anything. But Sam's thighs were in the way and I couldn't see any more, his balls were hitting my chin, that crazed musky smell was filling my head and he started to do fucking push-ups into my mouth, his cock smacking my throat at the same time as Mark's cock began to slide into my ass. I like being taken, but this? This was like a world tour and I just had to lie there, these two guys just using me.
His cock deep in my body, Mark started to fuck himself forward and I felt Sam's cock do the same thing and the fucking in my body was doubled, my mouth full of cock, my ass full of cock, over and over. I felt Sam's pubes scratch my face every time he bottomed out, every time my whole fucking body jerked backward from the force of Mark's thrusts. Holy fuck these two were intense.
Then, just as suddenly, Sam slid out of my face and leaned down and those kisses started all over again, intense but soft, a little sloppy. My hole suddenly felt the air again as Mark slid out of me. I sat up, nudging Sam to one side. I crawled over to Mark and pushed him back. I dove down to this cock, this beautiful dick that was throbbing between his legs, all surrounded by this light fuzz. It was wet, it was fucking dripping and it ploughed into my mouth, my head spinning from the taste, the smell of him, so different than Sam: spicier and softer. I felt his hand on the back of my neck, pushing me down.
I felt Sam slide into me. It was kind of gentle, but he was thicker than Mark and I had to breathe and let go. He held my hips until his body met mine. I felt him lean down and lick my back. I raised myself off Mark's dick and looked into those sea and sky eyes which felt like a place we were, not just an act. His gaze didn't waver as Sam started to jar my body, smack himself into me.
Mark then grinned, turned around and went backwards between my arms and slid underneath me and I felt his hands grab my cock and his was now right underneath my face. I carefully lowered myself down and my cock found his mouth and because of Sam fucking me, I was able to slip into his face each time the length of him took me. I was being taken and in the nicest way.
All I could smell was us – our bodies, our sweat, our fucking lust for each other. I tried to remember this Czech proverb my grandmother used to tell me but I could barely form a thought. It was like all the blood had left my head and was collecting in the space between the tip of Sam's cock deep in me and the tip of my own cock in Mark's mouth. I leaned forward to complete the circle and slurped up the precum flowing out of Mark. It just flowed and tasted like fucking honey.
But they weren't done. Oh no. And they wanted me join them. Sam pulled out of my ass and made his way to where Mark lay under me. I sat up and watched him hike Mark's legs apart and I moved all the way back just as Sam settled into Mark's body, like a hand in a fucking glove. They acted together like an amazingly hot fucking team. But Mark reached for my cock and pulled it to his mouth. I turned and fed him, arching my back so I could push deeper, my balls smacking his chin. Sam leaned down and licked all around my cock, my belly, kissed me chest and bit my nipples, before sucking the skin of my shoulders, then our mouths met in a long series of wet tongued-filled movement in time to him fucking forward.
But I wanted more. Fuck I wanted more and more of these two. I slid out of Mark's face and said to Sam, “I want to fuck him...”
Sam gave me a grin, and slid out of Mark. I got between his legs and his hole was ready, it was just fucking there, open for me. Sam had got down and was nursing Mark's dick, sucking on the end as I pushed into Mark, and I hiked his legs up and felt my cock – my whole body – welcomed. I can't describe it any better, but I was fucking welcomed into him. And that bloody look. Our eyes found each other and it really felt like a place that just materialized, a place that was warm and intense. What the bloody hell was with this guy? But I wanted to fuck hard, so I took a chance and let go, really pulling back and throwing my whole weight forward, which pushed Mark's dick deeper into Sam's face, who was moaning each time. I don't know why, but I reached down with one hand and slid some fingers into Mark's mouth and he sucked them like a fourth fucking cock in the room. It made my body burn that much hotter and I tried to think about where I wanted my cum to end up.
Sam lifted his head and Mark took hold of his cock and started to jack in time with me, still totally focused on me. Sam was moving, but I hardly noticed until I felt him behind me. I knew what he was doing and I slowed my fucks down so he could push his cock back in me again and it felt...comfortable. This thick dick that I had never felt before was comfortable and, as I moved faster again in time with Sam, it was a strange feeling that the crush I had on these two was part of this way-too intense god-damned orgy of three people, this fucking amazing moment with these two guys I hardly knew, and it felt like we had been starting at each other for years. What the bloody fuck?
I felt Sam's lips on my neck, on my ear, sucking my earlobes in, while he pummelled my ass in time with my dick in Mark whose eyes just kept beaming out at me. Sam said all low and breathless, “I'm going to fuckin' fill you, Goran, then you're going to feed us...” but he didn't finish because I felt his body let go and I stopped fucking Mark and there were tremors coming from behind me and Sam put his arms around my torso and just fucking let go in a little frenzy of short fucks which was actually him fucking Mark because it drove me deeper into him.
Sam slowed down and finally stopped and the three of us were still, just breathing. I looked down at Mark and was amazed to see that he had cum. And not just cum. What I was to learn – yes, there is a future here – was when Mark came it was a fucking event. There was a pool of cum on his belly, on his chest and a few stripes oozing on his chin. I slid out of him and I just had to have a taste. I leaned down like some wild animal at a watering hole and had a drink, swallowing a bunch, getting off on the crazy tingles it left on my tongue, the slimy feel of it in my throat.
I almost went over the edge. I turned and squeezed between them, leaning back, my cock standing up all wet and drippy with Mark-juice and my own precum which flowed. I looked at Sam and then Mark, waiting. They didn't say a word and both got down and I started to jack myself as I watched their faces get closer on either side of my dick. I pumped myself a few times and they took turns funning their lips over the end, sucking up more of my precum. I was close and when my body was right on the edge, my thighs beginning to shake, I threw my head back and said something in Czech but I can't remember what and spurts of cum fountained up and my whole body was a wave of fucking pleasure.
I felt their mouths all over my cock, the sound of them sucking the cum that continued to pour out, as if Mark's ability to produce cum was contagious. My body jerked and I put my hands on their heads to steady myself. Their tongues were still working, their mouths taking turns on me, the only sound were their moans and the wetness of their mouths. I looked down and they were sharing the most amazing, full-mouth kiss, then they sat up and pulled me into it, somehow the three of us recreated it, three tongues meeting.
I finally lay my head back, trying to catch my breath. Mark lay his head on my shoulder and Sam slid down and put his head in my lap – well actually on top of my cock. I liked the feel of my softening dick in his hair. It made me want to start all over again, but I was spent.
Mark finally got off the sofa and went into the kitchen. I heard water running and then he came back and handed me a glass of water, but not before he gave me the sweetest kiss. Sam sat up and took the glass from Mark and took a gulp. He said, “Welcome, Goran. You're in.”
Part of me wanted to laugh, but at the same time, I realized he was being serious as well. I did feel in. The sex we had just had was maybe not the most athletic or crazy, but it was the most intense I had ever had. I leaned over to Sam and responded to what he said with my mouth, kissing him, sucking at his neck, licking his jaw. I just couldn't get enough of him. Of them.
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We went for dinner at Mark's suggestion. It was as if we didn't want this to end just yet. We ate Thai curries and talked about our lives, our hopes for grad school. I heard about Sam's brother who seemed like a saint – a complicated saint - and his even more complicated boyfriend, James. I got the sense they wanted me to be part of something. That made me stop, noodles halfway to my mouth. What was going on here? Were they living out some fantasy that had nothing to do with me? Or were they just responding to me naturally, without really thinking about it. I hoped it was the latter.
We got a little drunk on martinis that Sam insisted we have on the way back to their place. As we walked out of the bar, I felt Sam's arm go around my shoulder and Mark took my hand. As if we had been doing it for years. I started feeling a little like this was going way too fast. People didn't feel this comfortable after having known each other for a few hours. Did they?
But this was soon forgotten because when we got into their place, Mark began to shuck his clothes all over the place. He took me by the hand and we went into the bedroom and I admired his extraordinary ass as I walked behind him. I decided to go along with it and stepped out of my clothes and crawled onto the bed. Mark said, “I want to watch you fuck Sam.”
It was so matter-of-fact and so exciting at the same time. Sam had also made himself naked and he handed me some lube and got on his back. He looked at me with a little smile, his dick in his fist, jacking himself really slowly. I don't know if it was pheromones or martinis, but my cock was blazingly hard so I got between his legs and massaged my fingers around his asshole, feeling his hairy balls, feeling his sweat and then I pressed the head of my cock and he took me in. It felt tight and he was breathing heavily as I guess my cock was a little bigger than Mark's, so I slowed things down.
But when I was all in, my balls resting on him, my cock pulsing with need, he put his hands on my ass, massaging and pushing so I knew he was ready. He kept his hands there, playing his fingers along my crack and I gave him a few slow lengths of me to make sure he was ready, but his smile got bigger and he pushed me more firmly from behind so I slung his knees over my arms, bracing myself on the bed and put some force into my cock.
I felt Mark get on the other side and he went up to Sam's face and fed him his dick, running the sides over Sam's lips and his tongue. I just had to join, so I managed to bend down and our mouths met with Mark's cock in between and Mark started to fuck himself between our lips. Coordinating this was work, but I managed to keep fucking while Mark got off on our mouths. But my back began to complain, so I sat up and Mark pushed his cock deep into Sam's mouth, really deep. So deep I thought Sam would choke but it became obvious they had done this before.
I liked to see Sam's face contorted by the nice piece of meat in his mouth, by Mark's balls draping over Sam's chin when his dick reached the deepest.
My cock was telling me stories about wanting this trip to end soon, so I increased the energy and my thrusts became deeper and faster and Sam opened even more to me and I felt my cock sliding more easily, faster and a little more smoothly, the buzz in the back of my skull getting louder and the animal impatience in my balls was getting fucking noisy. Mark seemed to be going at the same rate and we looked at each other and leaned closer and that thing with kisses and Mark – it just took me to whole other plane. He leaned back, his eyes locked on me, and said “You are really beautiful.”
It seemed like such a simple thing to say, almost trite, but fuck...it sent me over the edge because I believed him, he wasn't just saying words, he was expressing something and I both wanted to cry and started to cum at the same time. Out of nowhere, my body just exploded and my cock, with each further thrust, was gushing into Sam, filling all that warm, comfortable space with my cum. I gasped and fell forward, my forehead hitting Sam's chin.
Mark pulled his cock out of Sam's mouth and I realized they had another ritual that I was part of because Mark was jacking his cock really fast and Sam had opened his mouth, the tip of Mark's cock just sitting on his bottom lip. I moved my open mouth close to Sam's and licked the side of Mark's cock which seemed to set him off because he said between clenched teeth, “Fuck, here it comes.”
A long liquid string of cum went right into Sam's mouth, then another. And another. Then Mark angled his cock to my face and did the same thing and from my throat to my teeth there was cum. He angled his cock back just as the last long stream of cum hit Sam's tongue and then he slid his cock into Sam's mouth and Sam began to suck in rhythmic motions of his mouth and throat, taking everything that Mark had left. He swallowed once more then Mark slid out of him.
I sat up again, my back a little sore and realized my cock was still in Sam, and still a little hard. I looked down at his cock which was rigid and dripping, so I took it in my hand and, sliding out of him, I decided to jack him into next week with the help of my mouth. Sam always – as I discovered – was close to coming. He seemed to be able to cum whenever and this was no exception because after a half-dozen pumps and licks, his breathing became a rising moan and his cock exploded in my mouth. Not Mark quantities, but a nice mouthful that I swallowed and I licked up the ooze that was remaining.
I was spent. I fell onto the bed beside Sam and Mark collapsed on his stomach on the other side. We were still, the room silent and I stared at the ceiling smelling all the smells: cum, sweat, man, and some other things I couldn't even identify. Their room smelled alien – like people I din't know at all – but also, familiar. I closed my eyes and I felt Sam's hand take mine. Another simple move that felt so powerful, so important.
I heard Mark's voice from the other side of Sam, “You're welcome to stay, Goran. I mean, we would be happy if you stayed...no worries if you need to leave.”
That uneasy feeling that I felt before? That feeling that maybe this was too much, too soon, or whatever the fuck? Well it just faded. It was gone. Mark's words were so chill and clear. I could leave, or I could stay. It was a simple truth. Like Mozart. The hardest music in the world to play because you can't hide, you have to commit to the truth of it or it won't work. That's what this felt like. That's what was so amazing about these two. I wanted to fuck them all over again. I was both angry and happy at the same time. Angry because Mark's words felt like an indictment of something stupid about humans. Happy because...well because I wanted to stay.
I leaned over to Sam and kissed him and he just looked up at me. “Sure. I'll stay if that's ok.”
Sam said, “It's totally ok.” And he kissed me back.
I stayed for fucking three days. What does that say? I'm still figuring it out.
