It sounds trite or silly; the trick we fucked every way from Sunday (on a Monday over two weeks ago) turned out to be a smart and nice guy and a great companion. Sure a trick can be nice but when he’s got a killer bod and is handsome as hell you expect a himbo; Josh wasn’t. He’d become a fixture; he’d spent more evenings than not with us in the seventeen days since I’d met him and brought him home.
The hook-up I’d invited for my husband and me to share we’d fucked that night until he couldn’t take anymore; literally he said before we finally all fell into sleep in our bed together that we’d have to take him to the ER if we ruined his hole any worse. Not to be too graphic but his bodily function the following morning was agonizing based on the sounds he made but tried to hide. When we asked him about it he was embarrassed; he also said he’d gladly do it all over.
I’d tapped-out a while before he and Kent had; Kent had taken the last turn at that magnificent fuzz-covered blond ass while I slumped back against the “feature wall” head-board and absently stroked myself while I watched the sheer beauty of two ripped studs rutting. I truly lost count of how many times each of us had cum that night but I knew Josh the cable stud shot dry the last three times he came. And those dry climaxes were more epic for him than the hands-free pound-outs before; had him writhing and screaming … just dry pumps as his dick pulsed with nothing left in the tanks.
Not to say he didn’t cum hard every time; Josh was quite ‘responsive’ one might say. He wasn’t hung but he had decent-sized balls that pumped quite a volume that short distance out of him until it sprayed his ripped bod and surroundings.
Josh had also turned out to be a damn fine cuddle-buddy reminiscent of our erstwhile third Jef when he had been with us. Jef was now cuddling and canoodling with his partner Ehsan and we couldn’t be happier for them; we’d introduced them.
I lay there in that early morning two and a half weeks after that first night happily wedged between the hard bodies of my husband and our new regular. I was still in the habit of being awake early to take our recently dearly departed best friend Sasha out for his morning ablutions and inspection of the premises. My heart still aches for his memory but also is full of wonderful memories of the joyous love and companionship he gave us. I decided to return my thoughts to the wildly satisfying time we three humans had again the previous night as we’d had every night but one since Josh first offered his ass to us.
We’d given Josh a full fucking in our sitting room minutes after he’d arrived that first night. He’d been gamey from hours outside in the early fall Florida humid heat and he’d tasted and smelled too appetizing to waste time doing anything other than getting to business. Luckily our sitting room sofa is good quality leather so clean-up later was easy; fortunately he was clean as a whistle. Equally lucky we’d bought an over-sized piece of furniture for that sitting area. It is both very deep as well as long; lucky because we three ended-up in a heap after the first round and lay there sweating against one another and recovering almost as a prelude to the way we found ourselves at dawn now seventeen days later. Many such recoveries and sleeps now in our bed instead of on the sofa.
As was often the case my husband Kent had his arms wrapped around me tight enough to remind me and comfort me and to make me aroused as I awoke; that last state might have been his morning hard-on pressed hotly against my hole right on target. It also may have been stoked by the feel of Josh sleeping soundly in my arms on the other side and my morning hard-on pressed into his warm, fuzzy, and still-gooey crack from our enjoyment of him the previous night.
Josh’s body was warm but not hot; my husband is a human heater which works for me as I’m always feeling cold due to my heart meds. Josh didn’t mind which of us spooned him and Kent and I traded big spoon roles fairly evenly despite him being more top with me than bottom; and our frequent play-mate had not yet indicated any need to stick his littleish dick in either of our asses.
Our guest was as hard all over as is Kent; his muscle is solid and ubiquitous though probably less than my husband’s overall because Josh was more wiry-framed. I let my hand slowly and gently move on his rock-like abs above his tiny waist and up over those hard prominent but flat pecs and small eraser nipples; his fuzzy coat of thin body hair was a bit more abrasive against my fingertips than Kent’s fuller softer pelt.
Josh’s breathing didn’t change but he moved his hand to cover mine, clenched it tight against him, let a soft moan out, and pushed himself back harder against my throbbing pole. So he was awake! My dick was ground into his furry crack and he moaned again. I moved my pelvis and hips back enough to slide my tip down to position it at his ravaged entrance and felt his the hot moistness from the most recent barrage of cum we’d pumped into him the night before. I pushed; I’m only human! I pushed my way into his opening which was tight despite the work-out we’d given it these many nights.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck mate!” Josh whispered and pushed back more after a moment. “So bleedin’ sore!” Rarely literally and not much since that first night. “And help me but every time I still want you in me again!”
Kent stirred behind me but he didn’t wake as I began gentle thrusts into Josh that had my hairy trench rubbing his gargantuan morning hard-on. I whispered into Josh’s ear a hair away from my lips. “You’re a true cock-whore. And you know we love good cock-whores!”
“You’re fuckers; SOOOOO in a good way!” he whispered in a soft moan and met my thrusts. “I may not walk on my own one of these mornings but damn it feels good to be full of you!” He brought his head back and rubbed the side of his head against my stubbly cheek and chin and then tried to meet my lips.
“I bet you tell that to all the men you let use your hole,” I challenged him in a whisper directly into his ear.
Josh had started to get kissy about a week in. Not that it’s a deal breaker or anything negative when the time is right; hungry face-sucking while in full pound mode is fine. But we’d known Josh a week when he started to try to get intimate about it; a lingering lip kiss when he got to our house, an embracing kiss when he left, a bad breath kiss when he got out of bed. We weren’t there yet though and I’d got to the point that I’d take evasive action; I wouldn’t now when we were fucking either just to hold some quarter on the boundaries.
“Ya got me there mate; but with you I mean it,” he panted with my hard thrusts. My laughter stopped when he clenched his hole tight around me; that kicked me into gear and I began doing him with intent for outcome.
“Yeah hon refill what our boy absorbed during the night. Fill him with those potent swimmers of yours!” Kent’s gravelly morning-voice behind me and his hand caressing my butt as I pushed back and forth.
Kent sometimes teased me about having potent sperm; I’d spawned three children. He joked sometimes when he’d swallow my load how thick and rich and full of babies it was. I’d never thought of it that way but didn’t mind. But calling him “our boy” was as presumptuous as Josh’s kissing. Or was it?
“Our HOLE can always take more,” I said through my clenched teeth as I ground into him.
“You break it you bought it,” our hole came back at us. “And this hole is definitely ruined for all others. Fill me!”
The hole’s actual hole was milking me hard and pulling me to the brink. For some irrational reason I wished I could refuse him but physiology was not to be refused if I continued drilling him. Damn if it didn’t feel great! Josh knew how to use every muscle in his anus, rectum and colon too. My dick and balls were not to be denied the reward.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped very suddenly.
“Do it Al! Seed our boy for the day ahead,” Kent urged.
Fuck if I didn’t want to deny them both; which no way would have been possible.
I let loose with a loud growl that turned into a prolonged groan as I began shooting in his depths; Josh let out his own long howl as my thickened dick stretched his limits.
I was proud of myself; four major pumps and still going. “Fuck mate! All that testosterone will put some fire into my workout,” Josh said with clear appreciation.
“OH FUUUUUUUCK,” I gasped as I felt Kent shove inside me from behind just as I shot my last.
“Josh maybe you want to give Al something to quiet him down before he wakes the neighbors,” Kent told our boy as I still gasped and tried to adjust to the sudden fullness of his ginormous dick scraping my insides. Josh wasted no time and got his hard-as-nails dick in my face and then into my mouth. He’s not nearly big enough for me to gag; his pubis ground into my face and I enjoyed his steel wool bush.
Josh’s overpowering scent had my spent dick hardening again. He was thick with sweat and cum and pheromones. And his rock-hard dick tasted of all of them as strongly as his bush and crotch stunk of them. I sucked him hungrily and groaned and moaned as Kent had his way with my hole; that impossibly big member of his owning me.
Josh came relatively quickly in a cacophony of loud gasps and swearing in Australian idioms I was still learning. I had a liquid protein breakfast in bed at dawn; what gay man wouldn’t envy that? I swallowed hungrily as he softened quickly; he did that whereas neither Kent nor I softened quickly or easily. My dick was hard as lead again and Kent knew what to do. He reached around and roughly grabbed my balls and started working them aggressively like I like it as he pounded me out.
“The way you two fuck each other,” Josh said now sitting-up on the bed watching us. “It’s like an Olympic sport and you are the champs going for another gold.”
I could understand him but when my husband is inside me I can rarely think or construct intelligent responses. And man was he fucking me and mercilessly working my balls and sac. Fuck I was on the brink of cumming; from the added stretch from the thickness of my husband’s pile-driving rod he was too.
Josh was rock hard again and he was stroking his smallish prick as he watched us and his balls were wildly flopping in his ample sac from his aggressive jacking. Something about the intensity of his gaze watching me get railed was like a blow-torch at my own sac. I was suddenly blasting my wad with such intensity that my body was convulsing. I didn’t shoot much that nth time since we retired the night before and it was even more difficult for me to form words; it sure felt like it was intense.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUCK!” Kent growled and I felt that enormous boner of his thicken even more painfully and harden even more inside me. He slammed a few last stabbing thrusts into me and then began to unload in my still orgasm/clenched hole. I felt his pulses in my channel and felt the wetness spread inside me as the comfort of being bred by my husband flowed through my mind as well.
“Fuck yeah!” Josh yelled and leaned back on his haunches as he began blasting his nut onto his groin. His long lanky body sagged into itself when he finished shooting; sometimes his very narrow waist looks like it’s folding him in half.
I hadn’t moved. Kent was laying still fully embedded in me and kissed my sweaty neck. “I’ve sprayed more seed in the week and a half since I met you than in the entire nine and a half months of this year before that,” he told us. “You’re guys I wish I’d met in college.”
That made me laugh and Kent chuckled on top of me. Kent gently corrected him. “Two and a half weeks.”
“So it is. And right jolly ones! But now I’ve got to get going,” he said. “Offer’s still open if you want to tag along.”
The offer was a joke; his joke. We knew he was looking at apartments because his lease was up; he knew that wasn’t our jam. Truth was he was in a bind; his current apartment lease was up in just a few weeks and he hadn’t found a place despite having had ten or eleven weeks’ notice already. When he’d gotten the renewal terms days before he had to advise whether he’d renew or be moving the new lease amount was in excess of five hundred dollars more than his 2024 rent! He was shocked and the increase would take him dangerously close to the break-point with what he made and his other expenses; the beautiful new BMW in our driveway was a big part of that reason; an ill-thought extravagance that severely cut into his disposable income and pumped-up his insurance as well. The finance guy in me had helped him sort his situation and target his rent budget better than he’d have done on his own. And given his taste for nice cars, expensive haircuts, and stylish clothes the rent budget was tight.
It was my idea first when Kent and I were talking on our own to offer to let Josh move in and “stay with us for a while.” We enjoyed his company as much as we enjoyed his body. His pricey gym membership was coming for renewal too and if he was “staying with” us we could guest him at our country club indefinitely. The times we’d worked-out there together he was impressed with it.
Kent neither endorsed nor discouraged that possibility when I’d broached the topic earlier in the week. He’d pointed out that Josh could house-sit while we took our second Hawaiian holiday in two years; our good friends and our former bosses offered us their luxury condo in Waikiki for all of December as they’d be on their mega-yacht in St. Bart’s for the holidays. When I’d pointed-out that with Sasha gone we didn’t need a house-sitter it put a pall on the conversation. We just hugged and stopped talking about it.
Anyway Josh hadn’t buckled-down to find a place; he was unenthusiastic about finding something to his liking within his newly-established budget as rents were skyrocketing in our area. Admittedly he’d spent most of his free time with us the past week and a half. He’d said though that he had to buckle-down this weekend and had made several appointments to check-out complexes after the gym today.
If only we’d met months ago it would be likely he’d be moving in with us without the pressure of necessity; we liked him that much, I thought to myself. “Gym before your first appointment?” I asked him, knowing the answer. Josh worked-out seven days a week; if he’d asked I would have told him he was borderline too lean but he hadn’t asked.
Josh struck a pose and shot both guns. He did have an amazingly ripped body. “Gotta keep-up so you guys don’t get tired of me.” He got out of bed and and stretched all that sinew … mmmmm.
“Fat chance of that,” Kent commented behind me. “Shame to waste that delicious sweat afterward because we can’t take advantage of you. You have to be all responsible and find a place to live.”
“Well I can’t live in my Beemer; a ute maybe I might have,” he laughed.
“Kent and I had another option for you to consider,” I told him.
My husband changed his grip on me and held me tighter. Josh’s blue eyes looked like a deer in head-lights suddenly. As I made him the offer and made clear the financial advantages of offering him free lodging “for at least a few months so he could build-up some reserves,” that look changed to gratitude and then to mischief.
“I won’t pretend I’ve never wanted to be a fancy boy to two handsome men! And the ‘accomodations’ are certainly to my liking,” he said pointedly looking at my half-hard dick and puddled sprays of cum across the bed. “My health plan includes a procto so it’s all gains!” he said with a grin.
“That’s a yes then?” Kent asked.
“Oh that’s a yes! And with the consideration of time I’m saving only having to drive to the self-store to sign a contract instead of looking all over town at apartments there’s time for me to show just how much of a yes it is,” he said climbing back into bed. “Oh and bloody oath every drop of my post-gym sweat is yours for the taking!”
“Same condition applies as the past two weeks, Josh,” I brought us back to serious. “Just us three or we talk about anyone else we do first.”
Josh nuzzled-up to me and kissed my neck. “That’s the ace part of the deal for me!” He kissed my neck again more lingeringly. “You two are the dream I didn’t know I had.”
That time I kissed his mouth possessively.
