Is Two Enough?
Goran left Sam and I in bed on the Monday morning after three days. When I had asked him if he wanted to stay after our first double-header of sex, part of me thought he would leave, but he didn't. He said he wanted to stay and as I watched him kiss Sam, as if to seal the deal, I realized I was happy he was going to sleep with us.
It felt so comfortable and I liked knowing that he was curled into Sam on the other side. When Sam got up to pee, he slid over and put his arms around me, tucking his cock into my ass, and Sam did the same when he came back. There were several configuration of us sleeping that night – and the two that followed. And a whole bunch of sexual combinations and positions that we discovered in between. I fucked him, he fucked me or Sam, and all sort of other configurations. I got to taste his cum, share his cum with Sam, share it with all three of us. It just went on and on.
We went out for lunches and dinners since we didn't feel like cooking and continued the conversation about our lives. That Goran is a smart guy and we really got into some heavy conversations about what each of us wanted and didn't want. I told him about my dad – something only Sam has heard about – and he listened with his arm around my shoulders which felt really nice. He talked about his grandparents getting the hell our of the then Czechoslovakia when the Russians ploughed through.
Sometime in the middle of him fucking Sam on that Saturday, I asked him to talk dirty in Czech, which he did reluctantly, but then he got into it. It didn't matter what he was saying, it just sounded dirty and he seemed to fuck Sam even harder.
When he left on Monday morning, Sam and I were half asleep. I looked up at him and he was all dressed and showered and handsome. He leaned down and kissed me really sweetly and did the same to Sam. “I'll text you...” And he left.
We dozed for a while, then I had to get up for a class. As I got myself cleaned up, made coffee, had breakfast, I realized the apartment felt a little empty, or at least I felt a little empty. I was just about to leave, when Sam dragged himself into the kitchen in his underwear. I hugged him and was about to leave, when he said, “I miss Goran. Is that weird?”
I smiled at his bedhead and said, “I was going to say the same thing. What's that all about?”
But I had to leave and didn't think about it all that much.
The following Thursday I got a text from Goran which, when I saw who it was from, caused a little burst of excitement in my gut:
Hey Mark! Why don't you two come for dinner tomorrow? XX Goran.
I realized how happy I was to hear from him. When I got into our apartment, Sam was already home and was sitting on the sofa with a beer. I lay down with my head in his lap and he stroked my hair in nice ways. “I got a text from Goran. He wants us to come for dinner tomorrow.”
“That's very cool. I was just thinking about him. You want to go?”
“Of course I want to go...you know, Sam, I think I have a little crush on him.” I felt stupid saying it, but Sam and I had a rule about always saying what's on our minds.
“Right? Me too. And if it was anything like the last time, I'm already turned on...I mean, really.”
If I wasn't so hungry, I would have sucked him off right then and there, but I restrained myself. I laughed and got up and we made dinner.
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The following Thursday we got to Goran's place, which was in a low rise apartment building, and stood nervously in the little entrance, waiting for him to buzz us in. I looked at Sam and I could tell he was fretting. When we got upstairs, Goran opened the door and I remembered the electric feel of just seeing him. I could tell Sam felt it too, because he gripped my hand and said, “Goran. I'm so glad to see you.”
I think Goran finds Sam's honesty a little surprising, but I could tell he was pleased. I went one step further and stepped forward and gave him a big hug, kissing his cheek. He felt really good. I mean, really good. I let go because if I didn't, I was going to start taking his clothes off right there in the hallway.
Goran ushered us in. It was hot and we were all wearing shorts and light shirts. Goran got us some drinks and we sat on his balcony in the still, humid air of early summer. It felt suddenly as if we had never met before, and I was nervous. I decided to take a page from Sam's playbook. “I don't know about you two, but I feel like this is a first date...”
Sam took my hand and said, “Me, too.”
Goran smiled a big smile and said, “You two are adorable. But I feel it, too. Let's toast: here's to summer and new friends...”
We drank and I felt a little better. We ate dinner inside, but by the open balcony door where a little breeze started to blow. Goran was a really good cook and we ate complicated and delicious food and had plenty of wine. The night grew darker and we could hear crickets from outside, and a night bird I always forgot the name of.
I got up to use the washroom and when I came out, I saw the dining room was empty but there was a light on at the end of the hall. I smiled and took off my shirt. When I got to the door of Goran's bedroom, Sam was standing by the bed naked, and Goran was kneeling in front of him, his cock in his hand, tonguing under Sam's balls. I walked over to them. “Don't start without me.”
I opened the fly of my shorts and pulled out my cock which Goran grabbed, saying, “I forgot you like to go commando. It's those little things, right?”
He pulled my dick into his mouth, and Sam got the head of his in there as well and we took turns fucking Goran's face. Sam looked over at me and he seemed almost surprised to be here again, sharing our cocks with Goran. At least I felt that way, and I leaned into his face and kissed and grunted into his mouth, feeling Goran's tongue on head of my cock.
Sam leaned back and pulled his prick out of Goran's mouth. He sat back on the bed, his dick shiny. “I want to watch you two fuck.”
It was as if Sam was trying to work something out. As if watching us would explain something to him. Goran got up and pulled my body to his, mashing our cocks together. Taller than I was, he leaned down and licked my neck and sucked on my earlobe and our cocks rubbed sweatily against each other. When his mouth covered mine, he tasted strange and familiar at the same time. I could smell his body, animal but soft. I dug my face under his arm, licking the dark hair of his pit, tasting sweat and salt. All this primal sensation was doing something to me, because I looked into his eyes and we drank each other in and then I pushed him onto the bed. Sam shifted so Goran's head was between his outstretched legs.
I noticed a little bottle of lube beside Sam and I looked at Goran. “You assumed this is where we would end up, I guess.”
He laughed and said, “Where else?”
I growled and reached for the bottle. I felt hungry, hungry like my cock and my balls wanted to consume him, I wanted to put my whole body in him, I wanted to fuck him and watch his eyes while I filled him with my cum, with so much more. This felt...like the first time I fucked Sam. That thought really took me and I growled some more. I got down and dug my tongue into his ass, tasting more of his body, his sweat and that smell...it was damp and warm like the best cologne but it was him, just fucking him.
I lubed myself up and handed him the bottle. “I want to see you do it.”
Grabbing the bottle, he grinned at me, and, without taking his eyes away from mine, I could tell he was drizzling lube on himself and I looked down to watch his fingers work, and he gave me a show. He slid almost his whole hand in and pulled his hips up to his hole was more visible, his fingers circling and stretching. He started to moan and our eyes met again.
I leaned forward and my cock joined his fingers. He played with the end of my dick, then gripped it, pulling it in. I felt every part of my cock massaged by his ass, by the soft, hot inside of him. When my balls came to rest on his skin, I looked up at Sam, who was watching us. His cock was impossibly big and drooling. I said, “How do you want me to fuck him?”
Sam chuckled. “You're so fuckin' intense...but do it slowly, I want you to drive him nuts.”
Goran groaned and pulled my face to his. He seemed just as fucking crazy as I felt. But I liked what Sam said. I very slowly pulled out and I looked down to watch myself as the head of my cock appeared between his cheeks. The I pushed a little and slowly slid back in, rotating my hips so my cock did a little dance along the way. I looked into Goran's eyes, those dark, intense eyes. We watched each other as I really slowly, really fucking slowly, pulled out again. I could feel every ripple of the muscles in his ass. When my the head of my prick appeared, there was a line of precum connecting his hole to my cock. I took my finger and collected it and brought it to Goran's mouth. Without taking his eyes from me, he licked it off and sucked my finger.
I slid into him again and I adjusted my arms under his knees and I could feel the sweat of both our bodies, the heat of us seeming to exponentially raise the fucking temperature. I leaned a little forward into him and wriggled my hips, screwing my cock back in, still holding back, still feeling all the soft sticky caresses his asshole gave me as my cock entered him again. And then again.
After the fourth time, Goran pulled my face to his, giving me a really wet, tongue-fille kiss and then he pulled my ear to his mouth and I heard, “Just fucking fuck me...”
So I knew he had been driven as insane as me by what I was doing, so I pulled my face to him and I let go a little, squishing our faces together, and trying to reach his throat with my tongue. At the same time I cranked up the energy, making my body work as I started to fuck into him a bit more, then a bit more. I felt hot rushes of fucking lust wash over me and started to give his neck little bites. I felt his hands on my ass, at first just gripping, then squeezing, than actually slapping my ass as I fucked him, harder, then harder. I had to lean back for better traction but our eyes rarely left each other as if there was some electric beam connecting our eyes.
His mouth opened a little, and he started to make this sound, this sound like some forest creature fucking calling into the dark, and I felt his hands pushing me into him every time I thrust. I could hear the wet sound of my cock sliding into his ass, the little slap of my body hitting his as I went faster, fucked harder. He managed to slip some fingers into my hold and fucked me with them every time I pulled back, every time I pulled back to jam myself back into him.
I wanted more. I managed to look up at Sam and said, “Give me your fucking cock.”
Sam laughed, and stood up and fed it to me which made me fuck Goran even harder. Sam gripped my head and like a piston, bottomed the fuck out in my throat and all I could think about was the word 'fuck', over and over: fuck fuck fuck and that was it, I almost yelled into Sam's cock and I could feel my whole body start to gather itself at the end of my prick inside Goran and spew, as wave after crazy wave of explosions went off in my body, my cock pumping into him, five or six times I felt my cum leave my body and my cock suddenly felt really wet.
Sam was still in my mouth and he pulled out, jacking furiously and his dick spurted all over my face, dripping on Goran's chest and then he stuffed his cock back in my mouth to finish spewing in my throats. I choked and swallowed, then sat down suddenly, spent and hot. I looked down at Goran who was grinning at me. He pulled my face to his and his tongue got to work, licking what Sam had given me from my cheeks, and nose, from my forehead and then spit it back in my face when our lips met again.
I leaned back and lost myself in those dark eyes. I glanced down between us and Goran had cum all over his body and it was dripping onto the bed. I leaned down, sliding out of him, and licked some off. He tasted sharp and sweet at the same time.
I fell to my side and lay with my head on Goran's chest. I was breathing really heavily and he ran his hand up and down my back gently. Sam got down and lay on the other side, kissing Goran's neck, his chest, licking his nipples before tucking his face into Goran's shoulder. I could hear him inhaling that Goran smell, the same smell that I had been tripping on.
After a few minutes of quiet, Sam got up and walked out of the room. We could hear him getting glasses and filling them. I turned and looked into Goran's face for a moment. “That was fucking amazing, Goran. I mean...” and he stopped me by kissing me a few times, his head at a different angle each time. He finally said, “I really like the way you taste.”
I could feel myself blush, and I hid my face in his neck. He stroked my back and ran his hand down to my ass, giving it a little massage. Sam came back with water, and we sat up. Not before Goran reached for Sam's head, leaning in to explore his mouth with his. Sam seemed surprised as if Goran's intensity was unexpected. Sam said into his mouth, “You are so fucking beautiful.”
I was struck by what he said, mostly because I had said it to myself a bunch of times. Goran leaned back, clearly moved. His hands traced Sam's cheeks and jaw for a moment. “I think the feeling is mutual.” They kissed again, with more tongue and I wondered if we were going to start all over again. I decided to join them and the three of us getting off on each other's lips.
Finally I needed water so I took a glass and gulped half of it. I lay back on the pillows and sighed. We sat for a while and talked a little, and dozed a lot. We didn't leave the house for two days. Again.
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By the beginning of August, without much thought or reflection, the three of us had spent almost every weekend together. And not just in bed. We had many dinners, went for drives in the car Sam had bought that summer (remember what I said about privilege? Sam could buy as many cars as he wanted to). But mostly we just enjoyed being together. It was both comfortable and confusing. But we longed for Goran when he wasn't around. That hadn't changed.
Goran had said he was going to a summer music school in Banff that August for three weeks and Sam and I agreed that we dreaded him going away.
One morning not long before he left, while we lay in bed feeling hot and sweaty, I said into Sam's ear, “This thing with Goran...is it strange to say I'm kind of in love with him?”
Sam was silent for a minutes. “Nah...I don't think so. I mean I guess I feel the same way. It's not like we don't love each other, right? But are the three of us in a thing now? I know it's kind of fashionable or whatever the fuck these days. But this feels real.”
“It does feel real. It feels just like when I was falling for you. What the hell does that mean?” I was glad we were talking about it because it was making me a little crazy.
It was the night before Goran was going to Banff so we decided to go out for dinner. We sat on a patio in the heat and drank cold wine. I could tell the three of us were feeling a lot and it was clearly about Goran going away. I finally said, “We're going to miss you.”
He sighed, and looked at us both. “I am, too. You know I've been thinking about the three of us...what we're doing...” He stopped and looked uncomfortable.
Sam, being Sam, finally cut through and said, “We're kind of in love with you, Goran.”
Goran closed his mouth and just looked at Sam. Then at me. He shook his head, but he was smiling. “Yeah, so I guess that's what I wanted to say. It feels really odd, but I'm in love with you two. What's that all about? I mean my therapist seems pretty chill about it. But does this actually happen?”
I was able to say, “Well at least with us it did. But what are we supposed to do now?”
The three of us didn't say anything for a while. Sam again took the lead. “I have no fucking clue. But I don't want to think about this too much. I'm just really happy to have both of you. Like, what's the problem? Everyone is happy, right?”
I had to agree. And Goran nodded, reaching for Sam's hand. Sam grinned, then said, “Let's go to your place, Goran. I want you to fuck the hell out of me.”
Sam, Sam, Sam. But I had to laugh. We paid the bill and walked back to Goran's apartment. Goran was on the third floor of a little apartment building. There was no elevator, so we went up the stairs and I watched kind of amazed as Sam, as we went up, started to peel off his shirt, the he stopped for a moment, and slid out of his shorts. His ass looked really white in the fluorescent light. Goran got on his knees for a moment, and licked Sam's cock while I pulled my own out. It felt a little crazy, but I knew that Sam was getting off on the possibility that someone would see us.
But we corralled him out of the stairwell and into Goran's apartment. Goran pushed Sam into his bedroom and onto the bed. He threw himself on top of Sam and, hiking his shorts down, started to slide his cock along the crack of Sam's ass, his beautiful meaty ass. I leaned down and pulled Goran's shorts off the rest of the way and then my own.
I sat cross legged beside them, watching Goran slide his cock through Sam's cheeks, the thick muscles of Sam's ass enveloping him, as Goran bit the back of his neck. But I wanted to be part of it, so I got my face between their legs and sucked my way around Goran's cock, lapped his balls, stuck my tongue in between Sam's ass cheeks and tried to reach his hole, then I got into Goran's ass, enjoying the heat of him. Then I heard Sam's voice say, “I have an idea.”
He pushed Goran off him and got up and sat his ass down on my cock really smoothly and I felt him open to my dick, and I wondered what he was up to because his face was excited. I love him when he's experimenting.
Then Sam took me by surprise when he said, “Goran...do you think you can fuck me at the same time...?”
Goran laughed really low in his throat, but didn't question him. He pulled some lube from under his pillow and squeezed a bunch onto his hand. He massaged it into Sam's ass, and pulling my cock out, and massage me. Then he slicked up his own cock and said, “Well...let's see what happens. I hope you're ready for this Sam.”
Sam just chuckled. I knew that Sam had been having fun with his asshole for a while and we had been playing with a dildo a few times that he had bought. I had wondered about it since he got the dildo soon after we had started to get together with Goran. But now I was beginning to understand.
Sam was sitting with my cock rubbing his hole, his back to me, and Goran was face-to-face with him, and then he slid his cock under his balls and into him. I grabbed my dick and pressed up against Goran's cock and Sam's hole and worked my way in. Carefully and slowly, I felt my cock stretch Sam, and massage Goran's cock at the same time. Sam was breathing heavily, but he was taking it, taking the stretching, and the width of us. I was kind of amazed. I got most of the way into him and, without any consultation, we started to alternate so Goran fucked in as I pulled out, the reversed. It felt amazing as the head of my cock slid along Goran's.
We didn't go very fast and I could tell by Sam's breathing and the level of concentration on his face, that he was at the edge of too much. I loved that the three of us were together, fucking. We kept it going for a little while, but then Sam said, “OK. I think that's all I can take for now.”
Goran pulled out, laughed. “Sam, that was impressive. Maybe we'll have to practice some more.”
Sam laughed, but he was also serious. He leaned down to Goran's cock and gave it a lick, then said, “I want to get so you two can fuck the hell out of me...and give me two loads at the same time? That would be fuckin' hot!”
I was a little surprise by how eager Sam was, but I also was really excited by the idea. My cock was still in Sam, but I knew that he wanted Goran tonight. I gently pushed him off me and leaned against the head of the bed.
Sam got on his hands and knees and looked back at Goran, who pushed some hair out of his eyes and wiped his sweaty forehead. Goran growled at him and said, “I get to fuck you know, right?”'
He didn't wait for an answer and pulled Sam's body onto his cock. I was impressed that my Sam had become so adventurous and even – if that was possible – more uninhibited. I watched Goran's smooth, thick dick slide in and out of Sam, who leaned closer to me, biting my cheek, before bending down and taking my cock in his hand and stroking my precum into it, nursing the end and making little sounds as Goran continued to fuck him.
I watched Goran's body, his strong hips driving his cock into Sam, his lean chest getting even sweatier. Sam pulled his mouth off me and said, “I gotta lie down,” and he fell to his side with Goran still fucking him. I lay down in front of Sam who wrapped his arms around me and I felt each of Goran's thrusts that made Sam's cock nudge mine. I reached down and started to rub our cocks together in time with Goran who had started moving faster. I felt his arms go around Sam and meet mine and we clung together in a sweaty threeway hug until I felt Sam's cock start to gush over my hand and then Goran's breathing got really heavy and he drove into Sam hard, almost pushing us off the bed. I reached for Goran's ass and pulled him even deeper into Sam, imagining a flood of cum.
Sam, not finished, pulled away from Goran and dove down for my cock which was covered in his cum which he licked off, then deep-throated my dick. I fucked his face a few times and drove deeper into his throat, and I was about to cry out, but it was swallowed by Goran's lips over mine, turning it into a frenzied and deep kiss. I could feel my balls emptying into Sam's mouth and I held his head down on my cock and watched him swallow.
I fell back on the bed, swallowing everything and it seemed, everyone. Sam threw an arm around my chest and pulled himself closer. Goran kissed his face, then got behind him and we tangled our arms around each other again. It felt safe and really sweaty, but I didn't care.
We lay, spent and damp in Goran's bed, dozing and holding each other in various combinations. I felt like we were shipwrecked on some island that was deserted except for us and I never wanted to leave. But Goran was leaving, and I was surprised at how sad I was, and like a little kid, it didn't seem to matter that I knew he was coming back.
We slept at Goran's and it was almost too hot to have any more sex, despite wanting to, despite Sam trying to suck both of us off at the same time at three in the morning and despite the fact that he succeeding in getting a mouthful of our cum, we really didn't need to do it. It was more about being close and feeling safe, and enjoying our bodies together.
At six, Goran got up and went into the shower, and I just had to join him. I loved running my hands over his slim, strong, muscles and he fucked me slowly as the water ran over us, and I felt like I was ready for him to leave. Sam came into the bathroom and got in the shower and Goran fucked him for a while and we let him cum finally in my ass and sent him on his way.
We stayed in his apartment all morning and then went home. We were sad to see him go, but knew that something had really started and we didn't want to name it since it seemed precious and unusual, like some rare bird that would disappear if you made too much noise.
The next day, Sam facetimed with his brother who was at their Perth house and wondered if we were coming soon. We agreed to come the following weekend for a few days – the last few days of the summer - which felt like a nice distraction from all this intensity.
I was thinking about the last time we had been there with Owen and a little rush of excitement went through me. I had had various fantasies after Christmas last year and I wondered what might happen between the four of us, since James was with him. I remembered the two brothers at my cock...and I really wanted that to happen again. It had nothing to do with anything but pure unadulterated lust, but that's important, too. Isn't it? I think so.
