Trio Fantasy Session Gay Sex

by Matthew John Carmona

  A powerful throb in my cockroot squirted the first jet into my tube, producing a mind-bending tickling feeling that made me cry out in pure joy. I felt the torrent of hot lava burn its way up my prick to erupt violently. My breathing was ragged, and I sobbed in blissful agony as I felt my foreskin being pulled forward, bumping over the swollen ridge and sliding down-hill towards the end. The rush of sensation shattered me, and I cried out as another hot jet seared its way through my prick.

  I was shuddering as wave after wave of sensation washed over me, and more gushes erupted from my prick. It felt as if my insides were pouring out through my hot, throbbing cock. Bob pumped my hood over the head, sending hot sparks of sensations stabbing deeply into my glans to bring forth more jets. I don't know how long it lasted, but I felt my throbs growing weaker, and eventually they stopped.

  We were spent, exhausted, and satisfied. Bob wiped off my prick with a wet towel, and as my body relaxed I came back to the real world. My paper towels were drenched with cream, and I wadded them as I slipped into sleep in my recliner.

  Sydney Rent Boy Spanking

  Sydney, Australia, 1969. A time when sex was for sale in city parlours. This was an illegal activity so part of the profits went towards bribing the authorities. An evening newspaper published adverts in their Personal columns offering forbidden delights 'down queer street'. Horny punters soon worked out what was on offer and called the advertised telephone number.

  I worked in one such parlor at the age of 18. This particular night the client in that dingy upstairs room was old enough to be my grandfather. His rampant prick stuck out like a poker from its bush of grey pubic hairs.

  "Get down on the table" he said, hoarsely.

  I dropped my trousers and bent over the table. The old man spat and lubricated his tool. Then with a grunt he pushed it up my hot, wet arse. I gripped the edge of the table with my hands until the tips of my fingers went white.

  He slammed into me hard, slapping against my taut buttocks. Again and again until his prick finally exploded, showering the walls of my rectum with his spunk.

  There was no affection, no emotional involvement. The man simply used me for his pleasure and then paid the owner.

  My arse-ring had a chronic ache from all the men I'd serviced in the six months I had worked at the parlor. Most clients only wanted anal. Man to man sex was against the law so I guess they thought: 'might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb'.

  I cleaned myself up and went into the lounge. It was a busy Friday night and all the boys were working. Nick, the owner, was on the phone.

  "Yes, I'm sure you will like him. See you in half an hour". He hung up the phone and looked at me.

  "Jack, I've got a kinky one for you". He hurried on, not giving me a chance to interrupt. "Remember, they pay twice as much for kinks".

  "What's he want?"

  "Just a bit of flage, darling". Nick always spoke in a high-pitched campy voice but, if required, he had the muscle, and the will, to break an arm or more.

  "Flage?" I queried.

  "He wants to smack your bum", the owner explained.

  Wearily, I nodded my head in agreement.

  "Good boy", Nicky purred, handing me oysters and champagne.

  The man eventually arrived and Nicky sent me through to the sitting room. He was a middle-aged geezer. I introduced myself and then took him up the stairs to a vacant room.

  The man pulled the leather belt through the loops in his trousers and doubled it.

  "You want my pants up or down?" I asked.

  "What do you think?" There was disgust in his hard voice.

  I quickly dropped my trousers and bent submissively over the table.

  WHUP!

  The leather snaked around my bare buttocks scorching a broad band of fiery pain into the firm flesh.

  He only gave me half a dozen licks before dropping the belt. I heard his zipper rip open and then he mounted me, his thick dick bloating my chute. Thankfully, the excitement of using his belt on me caused him to spunk immediately. He pulled out and we both got dressed.

  Back in the lounge, my backside was sore from the belting. Champagne helped ease the hurt. Nick inspected the damage.

  "You'll live", he announced, before flouncing off again.

  I swallowed another oyster. A floorboard above the ceiling creaked. Upstairs, a client was busy plowing another working boy's arse.

  I could hear Nick talking to a new client. Then the parlor owner came back into the lounge.

  "Sid's still busy", Nick said, glancing at the creaking ceiling. "You'll have to do him, Jack".

  So, I walked through to the sitting room. The client was a tall young man, not yet 30. He had a pleasant smile - all his own teeth, I noted. An unruly mop of brown hair framed his amiable face. I took him upstairs.

  He told me his name was Gary. He stood in that room as if he had all the time in the world.

  "What do you like to do?", I asked him.

  "Get out of these hot clothes for starters".

  He started undressing so I shucked off my clothes as well.

  Gary's back was to me. He had a sturdy frame and the most magnificent buttocks. I felt my member stir at the sight of him. Then he turned around and I saw his massive, erect penis. Massive? I'd seen prize donkeys at the Sydney Agricultural Show who were less well-endowed than Gary.

  He inspected me.

  "Who gave you the belting?"

  "A client".

  "Mean bastard".

  "Yes he was".

  Gary lay down on the bed. My eyes were glued to his monster dick.

  "It's ok, Jack", he said sadly. "I'm not going to attempt to root you with this big thing'. He cleared his throat. "You can play with my bum if you like".

  Well, I massaged Gary's firm, taut mounds. He was completely relaxed. His cheeks parted, revealing a hairless crack and a fleshy-lipped anus. I touched the secret opening with the tip of my finger, enquiringly.

  "No, Jack", he said, quietly.

  "Well, uh, what do you want me to do? Time is running out".

  "You can give my old fella a tug if you want".

  Gary rolled over onto his back, revealing his huge uncut phallus again. I grabbed hold of the fleshy pole and gently pulled the foreskin back.

  "Harder", he urged.

  I lubricated myself with petroleum jelly and then gave him a hand job. All the time I was thinking about how different Gary was to the parlor's usual customers. He was considerate and nice. The other men that night had taken their own selfish pleasure. I was little more than a hole in the mattress as far as they were concerned.

  "You ever root anyone with this?" I asked.

  Gary shook his head, sadly.

  "It's too big. I talked a girl into letting me give her one but when I tried to put in her cunny she screamed blue murder".

  "You like girls?"

  "No, I'm queer. I just experimented a bit when I was younger". He cleared his throat. "None of the guys who bent over for me could take it either".

  I pulled my hand away.

  "Gary, I want you inside me".

  Before he had time to object I straddled him, positioning myself over his erection. I felt the huge knob penetrate my chronically sore sphincter. I allowed most of that giant phallus to fill my chute. It felt like a giant telephone pole had taken up residence in my backside.

  "Strewth, Jack", Gary marveled. "No one's ever been able to take me before".

  The man gently flipped me onto all fours and then started thrusting. I felt his balls hit my bum-cheeks so knew he had that big thing fully lodged inside me. My arse responded to each thrust by somehow noisily expelling a tiny amount of bowel gas. Gary ignored the rude sounds while I bit down onto the corner of the sheet to stop from crying out.

  His warm, pulsating fleshy pole stimulated my love-nut and soon the pain was replaced by a carnal pleasure I had never experienced before.

  "I'm going to blow", Gary told me with wonder in his deep voice.

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bsp; "Fuck me hard!" I yelled.

  After four savage thrusts which all but knocked the breath out of me, I still managed to shout:

  "Harder!"

  Gary responded with massively powerful thrusts.

  'Y-E-S' !! he yelled.

  Load after load of hot jism flooded my bowels. Then my own dick erupted and the sensation was the best, ever.

  Gary gently lowered us both down onto the mattress, his slowly deflated penis still inside me. The man cuddled me in his arms, his mouth gently kissing the back of my neck.

  Slowly, he pulled out of me with a plop.

  I saw a few brown streaks on his penis.

  "Sorry", I said. "I've never been drilled that deep before."

  I got a wet cloth and washed his penis. My insides felt empty without the telegraph pole.

  Gary held me tight.

  "No one's ever done that for me. No one", he said fiercely. His warm lips found mine and he kissed me gently like lovers sometimes do. "Did I hurt you terribly?"

  "No, Gary", I lied. "Wish you were still up my bum".

  "Come on, I know it was sore because I saw you biting the sheet".

  "Well, yes. But just until I got used it. You made me cum and no punter's ever done that before".

  His lips lingered on mine.

  "Would you consider doing it with me again?" he asked.

  "Like a shot", I replied truthfully.

  We were interrupted by a knock on the door.

  "That's Nick", I explained. "We must have run over the hour".

  Gary and I dressed in companionable silence. The man found his wallet and a siseable roll of bank notes. He peeled off $100 and offered it to me. It was a small fortune in 1969 and I was tempted. Something told me not to take the money.

  "I really enjoyed your company, Gary", I said. "But you've already paid Nick for my services".

  The man put his wallet back in his coat. I wondered at Gary innocently bringing a big wad of notes into a brothel. Men had been killed for less.

  He slipped a card into his hand.

  "I'm at the Hilton. Please call me", he said.

  Later, while I sat on the toilet emptying the last of Gary's man-juices out of my still throbbing bowels, I glanced at his card. 'Gary Stenhouse, Architect. Darwin', I read.

  The next day I plucked up the courage to ring him. We met for lunch. He quizzed me at length and wanted to know how I had ended up working in Nick's parlor. When I told him about the step-father who had used me as a punching-bag, tears formed in my new friend's eyes.

  "I knew you were a good 'un", he said softly. "When I offered you that roll of banknotes and you wouldn't take it, that's when I knew".

  Then he suggested I return to Darwin with him. He promised to find me a decent apartment and pay for my education. In return I would be his lover.

  I went to the poxy, rat-infested boarding house in Darlinghurst where I lived and packed my few belongings. It was barely afternoon but the landlady was already drunk. I paid her the rent I owed.

  Then I called at the parlour and gave Nick my notice. He was not pleased but, fortunately, an altercation broke out between a client and one of the boys. While Nick was busy sorting that out, I made my escape.

  That night I waited at Mascot with Gary until the flight to Darwin was called. When we were seated in the 707 I felt happy, and happiness was something I hadn't experienced for a very long time.

  Keep It In The Family

  My dad and I were just on our way to get Jerry. Jerry was my best friend. I have know Jerry since before 2nd grade. Jerry should be home from training now. My dad is the foreman and owner of the sawmill in town. He's a monstrosity of muscles. He is about 6'02" and weighs at around 210 pounds. He is your average huge bear like man. Black short cut hair and black curly hair on his barrel chest. My dad kept telling me that if a was going to have a body like his I would have to work a lot harder the next 600 years. Anyway back to the story.

  Jerry was waiting for us on the patio outside his mothers house. Jerry is 5'08" and about 175 pounds of young firm muscle. Jerry and I are both training for the American wrestling team, so that means lots of training for both of us. I put 12 pounds of muscle these last five months. Oh, I better introduce myself. My name is Darren Brinson and my dad is Karl Brinson.

  I'm 6'01" and about 180 pounds of muscle. Black hair like my dad and starting on a good bush of hair on my chest. I have brown eyes like my dad and sun brown body from helping my dad at the mill. The mill is the heart of my home town Greencreek. Greencreek is a small town of about 60,000 people. The place is very idyllic, but at my young age of 18 I really don't have time for these kind of places. That's the reasons Jerry and I want to make the team. Anyway back to the story.

  My dad was driving us all to the dale where all the wood for the sawmill was. That's my dads as well. Anyway my dad said that he had to go up there because he hadn't meet the new ranger that worked up there. Dad said that it was time for him to meet this guy. The new ranger name was Ted O'Connel.

  The trip up there was long. Dad said that it would take about 6 hours to get there and 6 hours in an old pickup with three broad shouldered men was not what I would call a nice comfy trip. After about 2 hours Jerry feel asleep and lead his head on my shoulder.

  The steady breathing and the warmth from both sides was too much for me to, so I feel asleep up against my dads shoulder. As I feel asleep I could hear the low humming of dads voice singing some oldie song and I could feel the warmth and softness of his shoulder. Just before sleeping I got a hard-on and I remember feeling embarrassed, but before I could move my body away from my dad I feel asleep.

  I woke a couple of hours later, it was dark outside and dad was still humming his oldie song. He had unbuttoned his shirt and his chest was covered in sweat. I still remember the smell from his armpits. He smelled like almond and some kind of bitter fruit.

  My dad hadn't noticed that I was awake so I just lay there looking at his hairy chest and smelling to his manhood, and through a hard-on. I got a hard-on looking at my dad now that is sick, but then again I always throw a hard-on looking at muscular man. I have always know that I was queer, but then again I never did anything about it because it was just a thing I was going to grow out of.

  So there I was looking at my dad and decided that I would take a real long look before I made any noise. My eyes followed the lines of his chest muscles down to his nipples which was crowned with that nice thick black hair. I followed his stomach muscles down to his pants. I love the way the muscles flex as he hummed his melody. The hairs from his chest made a clear highway down to his crutch. Dared I look at his bulge. I have never seen him naked but it looked like my dad was well hung.

  I have seen Jerry naked a lot of times and we have even jerked off in the same room, but I have never felt a man before and looking at my dads crutch was sending the most evil thoughts through my mind. I wonder if I would ever see him naked. These last few years it had become an obsession to get to see my dads cock. I must be sick in the head just for thinking this, but then again he really did look like a real man.

  I could feel my dick start to drool and before long a wet spot would clearly show everybody what was happening. So I rolled over to my side so that it couldn't be seen, but that made it just worse because my dick was suddenly pressed up against my dads leg. Jerry turned around as well and suddenly I was trapped against my dads leg and Jerry crutch. Jerry crutch!. I could feel through our jeans that he was as hard as a rock and his dick was pressed up against my right ass cheek.

  Here I was with Jerry's dick teasing me and pressing my dick up against my dad. I took a look at my dad just to see if he had noticed. His humming was still filling the air in the car. The smell of warm bodies hung heavy in the air. I looked down at my dads bulge and saw something jerk. No it must have been my imagination.

  There it was again!. And now I could see that the bulge was bigger then before. Was my dad getting a hard-on. The car gave a jerk and Jerry woke up and I
decided to wake as well. We arrived at the forest at about 01:00 am and the gates were closed. Dad got out and tried the gates but said that they were locked for the night.

  Dad parked the car and said that we would have to rough it for the night. Jerry crawled into a ball, faced the window and before long feel a sleep. I lead my head on my dads leg facing the steering wheel, and fell asleep.

  Sometime during the night I woke with my head up against my dads crutch. I decided to turn around and look at my dads bulge again. I was horny like hell. Looking at his bulge didn't help. His belt and trouser button was undone. And the hairs from his chest was running straight down into his boxer-shorts. His zipper was pulled down halfway.

  I was so horny I didn't really think, I wanted to see my dads cock. Very carefully I pulled the zipper down and opened his jeans, if he woke now I was a dead man. I could see the black pubic hair in the opening of his boxer shorts. I could see some pink flesh so I opened his shorts as well. There it was a huge cut dick.

  Even soft it looked like it was 6" long and he had a beautiful head. I could see a vein that went up the thick shaft to the head, his cock must have been 2" wide. As I looked at my dads cock it started growing. I looked up but he still slept, that was lucky for me. Before long, my face was looking at the tip of his cock.

  I moved my face closer to his cock, I felt the tip of his huge manhood caressing my lips. I parted my lips just enough for my tongue to crawl out of my mouth to touch his pulsating cockhead. For the first time I was going to taste cock. I opened my mouth and took the head of his now 8" dick into my mouth. I sucked quietly on it for a few minutes, when suddenly I felt his hand on the back of my head.

  He was awake and pushing my head down on his meat. As I sucked on his meat, it drooled some of his precum out unto my tongue. The taste of cum was like honey for a bear, it was like a trigger to move my head faster on his meat. I sucked his cock like a man possessed. Sucking my dad was a real turn on and my dick was fighting to get out of my jeans. I didn't make much noise sucking him and hearing his breathing getting deeper and faster was turning my mind to mush. He rammed my head down to the base of his cock and suddenly I could taste his sweet juice in my mouth.