Grief Of Three: Mmm Gay Menage Romance

by Sam Haywood

  "I really enjoyed that blow job you gave me the other night," I said to the blond. "You were great.

  "Glad you liked it. I can't pass up a dick like yours. Even in the Marines, I don't see many like that!"

  "Help yourself, any time," I invited.

  He glanced sideways at his buddies, grinning. They giggled and punched at one another.

  "Well, you think you could take the three of us on?"

  "I'd like that. I have a room."

  "We were going to go down and get a couple of beers."

  "I have beers."

  "Rubbers?"

  "Got 'em."

  "You bottom?"

  I nodded slowly, but decisively.

  He shrugged. "What's not to like about that?"

  We dried off and headed just down the hall to my room, where I punched in Dad's birth date and opened the door.

  "I wonder if this TV gets the porn channel." I pushed the button, and immediately the screen was filled with a clenching butt grinding a huge, condomed, cock into a softer ass. "Guess so!"

  I opened the night stand drawer and set out a tube of lubrication and a box of regular condoms, since none of these dudes seemed to be quite in the Magnum range. The four of us crawled onto the bed, and the action began immediately.

  The black fellow was named Jamal. He lay on his back in the middle of the bed, and I crawled up over his midsection and began to suck his dick. It was dark and uncut, and it had a smooth, sweet taste. It grew to about seven inches immediately, maybe five around. The dark-haired, smaller guy introduced himself as Jack, and he wormed up between my legs, on his back also, wrapped his arms around my thighs, and began to lap at my dangling cock. Jamal slid a pillow down for him to support his head on, so that he wouldn't have to keep it lifted up all the time.

  That wouldn't be a big problem with me, though. I'm hung big enough to be both a grower and a shower. I hang about six inches all the time, (which, incidentally, makes for some interesting looks, since I never wear underwear. I'm kind of militant in the view that men should be as free to show the outline of our endowment as women are with theirs.) Anyway, Jack caught the head of my loose-hanging cock like a large-mouth going for a spinner, and he was immediately hooked. As my shaft extended to its full, fat nine inches, I began to slow-fuck his mouth and throat.

  That left the blond guy, Bryan, to fuck me. He stepped right to the task, applying a quick smear of lube and donning his condom while the rest of us were getting settled. I felt the bed shifting behind me while Jack was taking my dick in his mouth. Then, almost immediately, I felt Bryan's cock slide up my chute in a single, smooth motion.

  That was fine with me. He only had about six inches by four, which is technically maybe a tad over average, but for me, just enough to feel, but not enough to make me feel really good. I can enjoy getting reamed by that kind of dick all night long, not ever having a great prostate massage, but not getting any soreness, either. He was a vigorous stud, though, and he did give my butt a good beating. He was a strong, masculine young guy, and he clearly took pride in his workmanship. I could tell that being an expert cocksman was important to his ego.

  In fact, over the evening, I found out that these three guys had an attitude toward man-sex that is curious to me, and that I hadn't run into before. They most certainly would not describe themselves as being gay. I think they would even have some trouble with the term "bisexual." I guess, by one definition, if you have sex with any man, you have to be bisexual. But they had a different attitude. They saw themselves as virile, highly sexual male animals. They had strong needs that had to be satisfied. They also loved to go naked and show off their manly young bodies. They took their sexual satisfaction wherever they could find it. While they admired strong, manly male physiques in other men, they did not see themselves as lusting after them. They just enjoyed using whatever holes were offered them, male or female, as long as they were worthy of their attention. They were great admirers of big-breasted, nubile female bodies, but they also had a great reverence for a muscular, masculine body sporting a very large dick, which symbolized to them the ultimate in male sexual prowess. (My performance on strip-pool night, I found out, had impressed them deeply with me. They almost held me in awe.) Having a manly male submit to them sexually was a major turn- on for them. It made them feel like true conquering warriors.

  They made it clear that they never kiss men. Real men-Marines-don't do that. All their touching was of the male bonding sort, plus the basic minimum required for copulation, and at that they were completely uninhibited. Among themselves, they drew the line at sucking, which they defined as a good Marine helping out a buddy. I was privileged to have them include me as one of their buddies.

  In the mirror over the headboard, which tilted down a bit, I could watch Bryan go at me. He started to turn very red in the face. Next, he was blowing on exhalation like a miler nearing the finish line. As Bryan approached blast-off, Jamal pulled his dick out of my mouth and rolled over to the edge of the bed. He unrolled a condom onto his dick and got in line behind Bryan. Very soon, Bryan unloaded his semen in half a dozen jabbing thrusts; immediately, he pulled out and sprawled over on the side of the bed panting. Jamal jumped right up where Bryan had been, rammed his slightly larger dick up my ass, and began pumping with vigoro. Beneath me, Jack released my dick from his mouth and slid up the bed until his hips were beneath my head. I leaned forward and took his six and a half inches all the way into my mouth down to the curly hairs. I held him there, dick head inserted into my throat, for a long time, enjoying the sound of his whimpering pleasure.

  Jamal fucked like a machine. He also made blowing sounds as he exhaled the deep breaths necessary to keep up such an energetic motion. These hot guys-they fucked like a relay team! His greater thickness gave me more prostate stimulation than Bryan had, and my dick got hard as a rock beneath me. Bryan reached over and grabbed it and began to pull at it. After a short time, though, he gave that up and slid up under me where Jack had been, and I went to fucking his throat in earnest. As Jamal was picking up his momentum to spew his nut in the condom within my ass, I matched his pace, and I felt the sap beginning to rise in my tree, also. We came together, Jamal stabbing at my ass, and me squirting my load down Bryan's willing throat. He swallowed repeatedly around my dick to take the full dose.

  Meanwhile, Jack was getting his raincoat on. As Jamal pulled out in back, he was ready to take up the battering. Bryan slid forward for me to suck him, and Jamal dutifully took his place beneath the milk-bull to clean up any left-over drops. In no time, he had me at full hardness again, and I did the same for him as I had done for Bryan: as Jack filled the skin in my rectum, I filled the mouth clamped around my cock.

  I could have anything I wanted from those guys after that. Two cums in such a short time impressed them mightily. I didn't tell them I could keep cumming as long as they could keep sucking. They were all breathing hard and sweating.

  I directed Jack to the fridge to pass out beers as he was discarding his slimy rubber. All Grand-daddy had was import, which I thought might be a little pretentious for these dudes, but they turned up their Heinekens with pleasure. They were gone within five minutes. I was lying on my back on the bed at this point, and Bryan seemed to think it was his turn again. He tossed his bottle into the trash and crawled up between my legs, pulling them back toward my shoulders. Jamal handed him a condom, which he rolled on smoothly, and then he hurled himself at the backs of my knees without so much as a by-your-leave. I allowed myself to smile, but not to laugh, at his serious task- orientation. There was fucking to be done, and he was the man to do it. He wouldn't permit himself to lie atop me, though. That put me in too girly a position. He was fucking a MAN, dammit, and he was going to fuck me like a man. My feet flopped over his shoulders with his rhythm.

  It took a little longer this time, but he reached his goal soon enough. Again, Jamal was set and ready to follow him. Bryan rolled off to rest, and Jamal rolled on, not even letting my legs dow
n for a stretch in between. Jamal maintained steely eye contact with me all the way through. No conversation, just intense gazing. He seemed to be after, and almost achieved, mind-meld.

  I felt his dick flexing in my bowel. He shuddered, thrust three or four more times, shuddered again, gritting his teeth throughout the ejaculation, and then held his position, cock thrust deep within me, for several seconds. Jack was getting suited up, and as Jamal rolled off, again the next man took his turn. Bryan helped himself and Jamal to another beer while Jack fucked, then got up and fetched on for him as soon as he came to his own shuddering climax. The difference was that Jack was more of a talker. He carried on a monologue of dirty talk most of the time he looked into my eyes and pushed his dick into my ass.

  I declined a second beer, and we all lay in a row on the bed for half an hour, facing the foot and watching the porn, which the guys critiqued expertly. They would have preferred a straight film, they said, or at least bi. But seriously, they lamented, why did it have to have such fruity guys in it? They were hung, alright, but they fucked like girls (ultimate put-down).

  I knew they were just jackin' me, and I ignored their youthful machismo.

  I felt Bryan fingering my asshole. At least this time, he asked permission.

  "One more time?"

  "Sure, why not."

  "OK, just lay right there on your side. I want to watch the TV, too, this time."

  Rubber in place, he slid up behind me, this time resting his hand on my upper bicep and pressing his smooth chest against my back. As opened up as I was, his dick just slid easily up my butt, finding its own. He watched two young guys fucking smoothly on the screen intently while he flexed his own hips to their rhythm. The top on the screen shot his load all over the backside of the bottom, and Bryan let loose in me at the same time.

  "You're going to be out of rubbers after this," commented Jamal as he moved to take Bryan's place behind me, the third-to-last rubber already on his hard cock.

  "I'll put them on my shopping list."

  He drilled into me and started hunching. He also seemed somewhat dependent on the action on the screen to keep up his sexual focus this time. His thrusts were more irregular, as he shifted around looking for the best sensation. Then, at last, he began to thrust deeply and regularly, slapping against my butt wetly. He stopped abruptly with one deep stab as his nuts let loose heir third delivery of the evening.

  "Whew, hope I can pull this off," said Jack. "I'd never hear the end of it if you two get one up on me." He was unrolling his rubber onto a three-quarters erect dick. I winced, thinking this could take a while this time. But by the time he pulled some blood into his dick and got it wiggled up inside of me, his natural instinct to fuck took hold, and he had no further trouble with erection. He reached around and tweaked my tits as he jabbed roughly at my ass. Now, I know man guys are heavily into tit-play. I have, I must say, really cute little brown tits, but for the most part pinching at them doesn't do a thing for me. And if it hurts them, it is downright counterproductive-my dick seems to worry that it might be next and tries to hide. Jack didn't hurt them, though, he just stimulated them intensely. It seemed to help him, too, and in a few moments, he was gasping and jerking in eruption.

  I felt quite the little 'ho, having been fucked nine times in a matter of three hours. These guys had tried to drill me a new hole, and it was not even midnight.

  Jack remained inside me as long as he could. He cuddled against my backside and kept his arm around my chest. The other two were intently watching the fuck film, but Jack and I dozed a few minutes.

  Then Jamal slapped Jack's butt firmly, awakening both of us with a start.

  "We have to be on base at oh-six-hundred," he announced. "We better hit the road."

  Jack hopped up and the three of them said their brief farewells. I stood, and they actually shook my hand. I always feel very strange shaking the hand of a man who has just had his dick up my ass or down my throat, it just seems incongruous. But there you are.

  They had nothing to put on or gather up, so off they went to the locker room to shower and dress. Their leave was up, so they'd be away now for quite some time. I felt pretty lucky to have encountered them on their last night in town.

  This time, I did use my own shower to clean up, because I was not exactly cruising for another partner this night. After I dried off, I just wanted to get home and in bed to rest up for my day with Roman tomorrow. I really did not want to wear clothes.

  "Aw, fuck it," I said to myself.

  I took the stairs down to the exit at the end of the building on the other side of the track and gym, which opens just opposite the lot where my car was parked. I peeked out. Once I closed the door behind me, it would lock and there would be no going back. But this was small-town Friday night, just at midnight. There didn't seem to be anyone at all on the street. Car key and wallet in hand, I opened the door and stepped out into the dim light of the street lamp nearer the corner. I peeked around the corner of the building No one in sight anywhere. I walked briskly, jaybird jaywalking, across the street to my car, opened the door, and slid in on the cool leather seat.

  Driving home was no problem at that point, though I did pass a police car halfway there. I was obeying all traffic laws, and he paid no attention to me at all. I parked in the garage, hopped out, and slipped upstairs.

  There was a light on in the guest room, but the door was closed. I went down to my new room, the master suite, and looked inside. Romeo and Byron had brought all my stuff down while I was getting stuffed by the Marines.

  Glancing about, I made the decision right then that I would have this part of the house redecorated right away. I wanted to make it mine if I was to live here. That made me feel much better immediately. And while I was at it, I thought, I'd trade the Caddy in for a younger man's ride.

  I slipped into the bed, falling asleep almost instantly. I'm sure I had a smile on my face, Roman's beautiful, smiling face swimming before my closing eyes. Tomorrow could turn out to be a disaster, for all I knew. But with the foolish confidence of lovers everywhere, I dared to hope for the best. Tomorrow, I was sure, would be a fabulous day.

  Chapter 10

  Even before my alarm was to sound at 7:00, I had awakened, feeling well-rested and eager for the day. After a mug of coffee, I went out to the pool cabana, where I found a rolling ice chest, which I filled with beer, soft drinks, cold cuts, cheese, and potato salad. I dragged that up to the garage and returned to the kitchen for another coffee and a Danish. Then I had plenty of time to shave, shower and touch up my body- hair trim.

  At quarter to nine, I slipped on a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a tee shirt, with my flip-flops. Of course, I would not be wearing even these once we got to the property. I got my sun glasses and slipped a bottle of sunscreen into my pocket, and I was ready to go.

  Roman's Grand Cherokee pulled up in the driveway promptly at nine. I came out through the garage dragging the chest, and there he sat, grinning in the drivers' seat, wearing a ball cap and sunglasses, but no shirt. The windows were down and the sun- roof open. Crap, I thought, his air conditioning must be broken. Since he didn't get out to help me, I headed around the side of the Jeep to lift the cooler into the back. But when I passed the passenger window, I got a pleasant surprise. Roman was dressed in nothing but a seat belt and a smile! My grin now matched his. At the tailgate, I slid the ice chest in, then slipped out of my few garments and tossed them inside. Now standing on my driveway as naked as he, I returned to the passenger door and hopped inside. He gave me an appreciative look and that heart-melting smile.

  "I heard you don't consider clothing necessary while driving."

  "Nor any time, if I can help it."

  "We won't need any, all day today."

  He backed out of the driveway, and off we went, about twenty-five miles or so of mostly county roads. While talking to him, I had plenty of reason to look in his direction, and I took full advantage, studying his long, lean, and muscular body clos
er than I had seen it in quite a long time.

  Roman was almost an inch taller than I, but really, we were cut from the same cloth physically. He had a great ass like I did, and a slender waist, with eight-pack that only barely showed when relaxed. He had broad shoulders, a little wider than mine, but pecs a little flatter. His chest was naturally almost smooth, with just a sprinkle of dark hairs around the nipples. I would have more hair across my upper chest, unshaved. From navel to pubes, he had a slender treasure trail that widened slightly as it merged into an oval of black hair. My trail would go all the way down my middle, from breastbone to pubes. His dick rested gently on the leather seat, arching over his substantial balls. He had perhaps the sexiest legs I'd ever seen, very well-muscled, but not by any means bulky, just long and strong, well-tanned, lightly covered with wavy, but not curly, black hairs. His feet were well-arched, shapely, manly size ten-and-a-half. It seems strange to say, since I lusted after this body so much, but the two of us could pass for brothers. Hell, I admit it-I would lust after my body, too, if I didn't live in it.

  After we got out of town, I could take no more.

  "You ever been sucked off while driving?"

  He laughed and nodded affirmatively. "I loved it, too."

  I slid my seat belt off and leaned over, laying my hand on his right thigh. His cock rose up to meet me, not awaiting my touch to bring it to life. I continued to lean down until it slid right into my open mouth and to the back of my throat. It became enormous within my mouth. I slid back to take a look at it fully engorged.

  My, but it was a magnificent cock, perfectly balanced with a nice, big head on it, and the long, thick shaft, smooth-skinned and beautiful. It had just a slight upward bend. It had to be eight and a half inches. That meant I had Roman beaten in only one department, as I had about a half inch more length, and my cock is perfectly straight. I liked the bend, though, because it seemed to slide down my throat a little easier that way.

  I worked him over for ten miles or so. Finally, he tensed and moaned, and gripped the steering wheel with both hands, as he jetted a series of spurts of semen into my mouth. It was creamy and just slightly salty, no bitterness at all. I carefully cleaned all of it off of his dick. Then I raised up, smiling, to let it air-dry.