Trio Fantasy Session Gay Sex

by Matthew John Carmona

  "I think we ought to slip into a stall," he said as his hands sort of directed me there. I was so hot by this time that I would have complied with anything he said, anything at all. We darted into a stall and quickly closed and locked the door. With his back to the door, we embraced again and had another long hot kiss, full of tongue. I felt him take my hand in his as we were kissing and he brought it to his crotch allowing me to feel his hot throbbing cock.

  Oh yes, God had given him a most magnificent tool. Feeling it through his trousers, though it was still not really hard, there was plenty of meat to be felt there. From that time on, it was as if I had gone on auto-pilot. Like I had gone into some crazed sex frenzy. I had to have his cock and that was all there was to it!

  I undid my own jeans and sat down on the toilet 'Indian style' so that no one could see my legs from outside the cubicle. Almost at the same time, I began unfastening his belt and hurriedly opening his trousers. He was wearing boxers, and the sight and thought of them for some reason excited me even more. Then there it was, his pride and joy. And what a joy! Slipping it out of his underwear I gave it a few slow, long, adoring strokes with my hand as my senses slowly venerated every inch of it. It was long, much longer than my own, and thick, with beautiful veins and a magnificent head. I breathed deep allowing all my senses to be filled with the scent of his body.

  Looking up at his face for a moment and silently smiling, my mind was full of anticipation. I began stroking my own aching tool as well. Then moving my eyes to the head of his dick again, I stared at it, sort of letting my mouth know what to expect. It was a beautiful throbbing cock head. And I loved it! Unable to wait any longer I moved my face closer to it, and opening my mouth, I began to softly lick at the great purple head. Several times I licked, tasting his maleness, moving my head from side to side so that I could swath every part of it! Then I felt his hand massage the back of my head with a little pressure, sort of beckoning me to take it in my mouth. Closing my eyes I took it in. I felt it there in my mouth, tasted it, swirled my tongue over and around it, savoring each and every minute of my delight. I wanted this hot cock, wanted it all the way down my throat!

  Again I felt an urging by his hand as it massaged my scalp, responding to his urges I slowly began the long slide. Taking it in slowly, I swallowed it inch by inch. It was so long! I thought I had taken all that I could but there was still more of it. Then I felt his hand actually pull my face closer to him gliding more and more of it all the way down my throat. I had to stop jerking my own cock and instinctively braced my hands on his body trying to make him stop. But caught up in the lust and the heat of the moment his fullness all the way into me until my nose was buried in his thick pubic bush. I thought my mouth would rip open, my eyes watered and I gagged, a couple of times. Yet hearing him softly groan in pleasure, and knowing I was responsible for giving him that rapture, stirred me on. Suddenly I could take it. I wanted it! He pumped his hips a few times to fuck my now willing face and then began to let me take it in and out at my own pace and ability.

  "You're a good boy." I heard him say as I looked up at him. And it made me only try harder. My own cock needed attention just now so I began to stroke again, wailing away at myself as I sucked his dick.

  I was bobbing my head over his fullness, again and again plunging his thick hot shaft into my mouth and throat. Working his meat with a steady pumping action. Tilting my head from side to side and teasing it with the flat of my tongue. I made wild and abandoned love to his cock. Then I slid my mouth to the top it and gave his head a good work out. Leaving my own cock I slid my hands up and down the base of his shaft as if they were an extension of my throat allowing my mouth to suck hard on the head and first few inches. I could feel his beautiful head grow and pulse as I teased it. Harder and harder I sucked, until my mouth began to ache from sucking so hard. Then I gathered up my determination and rammed it into my own throat! Forcing my self to take more and more of it in. Again I choked and felt like I would toss my cookies, but I refused to stop until I had taken it all and could feel my chin buff against his nuts.

  Now with it buried deep in my throat, tears streaming down my cheeks from gagging, I did my best to pump in and out churning my head from side to side slowly. Unable to take it any longer I let it glide all the way out of my mouth for a moment and licked at the head and shaft again, as my hand rode the length of it.

  "Suck on my balls......." I heard him whisper. For a moment I looked up and him, and smiled knowing that I was in complete control. I was the one making him pant. So I complied and reached into his boxers to latch on to his full sac. His balls felt hugh! I didn't realize until I tried to hold them in my hand how big and hairy they were. As I brought my mouth to his left nut, he stroked himself and ran his other hand through my hair massaging my scalp.

  I teased his balls with my tongue while sucking them softly, carefully so as not to bruise them. First one ball and then the other. Between times I would lick at the heavy sac, always trying to give him more and more pleasure. I watched too as he brought him self closer to orgasm with each stroke of his hand while I teased at his nuts. But it was his cock that I really wanted, so after a time I brought my face in front of his dick and would lick at the head as his hand stroked it. Forcing him to allow my mouth back on to it.

  "Ohhhh Chrissss!!!" he grunted as my mouth returned, then like a wild man, he grasped the back of my head with both hands and fucked my face, filling me again with the full extent of himself. His hips undulated and at the same time he was pulling my head into him. Over and over he fucked me, I gagged and grunted and felt my stomach heave. I was being used and even abused, but I liked it. Just when I felt sure I could take no more I felt him arch his back, throwing one hand onto the cubicle wall to brace himself, he started a low moaning grunt, and I knew this was it.

  Again I used my hand as an extension of my mouth and throat and concentrated my sucking talents on the head and tip of his cock. I could taste the acrid, salty pre cum as it oozed out of the giant hole that was his hot cock's eye. And there it was! I got a mouth full of his hot love juice. Again and again it came in hot uncontrollable wave after wave. It shot deep into the back of my throat making me choke again. When still more and more hot cum erupted, I could hold no more and it seeped out from between my lips. Still I slid as much of his cock in and out of my mouth as i could, faster and faster. I was determined to work until he was totally spent!

  Now, he leaned against the cubicle wall with his whole weight, and panting in exhaustion, he looked down at my now drenched face, and we both smiled. He was so wasted, it was impossible for him to speak. I knew my job was done. In a few seconds he reached down to my face and wiped away some of the cum I had missed with my own hands. When I was clean enough he bent over and I closed my eyes and we met in a deep tender kiss.

  We tucked in our clothes and slipped out of the cubicle. No words passed between us, though we rubbed up against each other while we straightened ourself out. I went over to the sink and washed my face and hands. When I looked into the mirror he was there behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, kissed my neck and asked, "Can your other end take it that well?" My eyes bugged out and we both laughed.

  "NO!!" I said to him turning around to look him in the face. He ran his hands through my hair silently for a few moments as we looked at each other smiling.

  "Wanna try?" he said with a beckoning smile that teased at me. I thought for a moment and then again we both just laughed.

  Topped by a Truck Driver

  I have been fascinated by truck drivers from the time I knew I was gay. Just the thought of all that power behind the wheel of such a big piece of machinery made my mouth water. I think my fascination was fueled by something that almost happened but didn't when I was in my early twenties. I was working in a discount store where I had been working since graduation from college. I lived in a small town in the south and in those days it wasn't uncommon for a boy in his twenties to be inexperienced in a lot of thing
s.

  I'm a little guy, 5 foot 8 with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. I was shy in those days and pretty much kept to myself. At that point in my life I had had a few experiences in college, but nothing major. I was working one night and it was almost 9, which is when the store closed. I was stocking the shelves getting ready for the new day when out of the corner of my eye I noticed a big burly man kind of looking at me. I never thought much about it and went about my work, but the next time I looked up he was still staring at me.

  "May I help you? " I asked as I moved around the corner and came face to face with my admirer for the first time. This guy was tall, about 6 ft two with black hair and a beard and mustache. He was solid and weighed about 230 pounds. He was wearing jeans and a white shirt with a store emblem on the front.

  "Actually I need to find someone to take care of me," he said as he turned over the merchandise he had been looking at. I wasn't sure I heard him correctly so I said "excuse me?"

  "I need to find someone to take care of me because it's fixing to get longer," I couldn't believe what i was hearing. Did he mean what I thought he meant? My head was reeling with the possibilities. I quickly changed the subject, something that I regret to this day, and asked him if he was a truck driver.

  He said yes and that he had just dropped a big load in the back of the store, another opening that I wouldn't appreciate or completely understand until much later. I ignored his comment and made small talk about what it was like to be a truck drive. He eventually tired of our conversation and since he wasn't going to get what he wanted soon made his way out of the isle and toward the front of the store to pay for his purchases.

  I stood in my tracks not knowing what to say or do. By the time I realized what was going on, it was too late. I ran to the front of the store only to see him leaving and not looking back. I hightailed it to the employees men's room and went into one of the stalls. I couldn't jerk off fast enough. I had one of the best orgasms I had had up till that point and was shaking as my cum squirted into the toilet and all over the floor.

  I was lucky to still be standing. Nothing like that had ever happened to me. From that day forward I had this fantasy of making it with a truck driver. That fantasy finally came true some 20 years later. I was traveling from Tennessee to Illinois with my cousin to see some other relatives and just relax for a few days.

  My cousin Bill was doing the driving and we had been on the road for about 10 hours when he decided he needed a short nap before he drove the rest of the way. He pulled over to what looked like a truck stop. It wasn't a rest stop, no bathrooms or vending machines, it was nothing more than a wide spot off the side of the road.

  I told Bill I was going to get out and stretch my legs and let him have the car to himself for a while. He was too tired to argue. I got out and started walking. The first thing I noticed was that there were about 8 to 10 trucks lined up close together and two or three that were positioned off to the side, away from the other 18 wheelers. I had the sudden urge to take a piss and since there were no restrooms, I made my way past the farthest trucks intent on finding a tree to relieve myself.

  It wasn't hard to find a tree, we were out in no mans land or so it seemed. I did my business and was headed back in the direction of the car when I noticed the truck closest to me had the passenger door open. As I got closer I noticed a figure standing inside the door. He was about 6 feet tall, blond hair with a mustache and beard. He was slim and was only wearing a white t shirt and blue running shorts. When I was about 10 feet away he motioned me over.

  "How's it going?" he asked with a smile that was very attractive. I proceeded to tell him about my destination and we just made small talk for a couple of minutes. Then without warning he took off his t-shirt and looked to see if anyone was close by.

  When he was satisfied that we were alone he stepped out of his shorts and was standing in front of me totally nude with a very thick 8 inch hard on pointing right at me. I was determined not to make the mistake I made the first time so i wasted no time in stepping closer and taking his rock hard cock in my mouth and down my throat.

  He was moaning in no time flat. He put his hands on the back of my head and started pumping for all he was worth. I love to have my face fucked and this guy knew what he was doing. After a couple of minutes of slamming his cock down my throat he pulled out and motioned for me to climb inside the truck. He didn't have to ask me twice. Once I was inside the truck he told me to take off my clothes and join him in the sleeping compartment.

  I didn't waste any time because I wasn't sure how long my cousin would remain a sleeping beauty. I climbed up into the sleeping compartment and crawled up between his legs. I immediately took the head of his cock into my mouth while I rubbed my hands across his hairy chest.

  "Yeah take that truck driver's cock. Show me how much you like suckin this truck drivers big cock." he said while I was sliding up and down his pole.

  "I bet you'd like this truck-driver's cock up your ass, wouldn't you cocksucker?" he asked while his left hand moved around and found the crack of my ass. I never stopped sucking, I just moaned my approval. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door. He told me to be quiet and moved to the front of the cab. I was terrified. I just knew my cousin had awakened and was looking for me. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard a woman's voice asking him if he wanted to party.

  She apparently was a prostitute who canvassed the truck stops for tricks. He politely declined and climbed back into the sleeper where I lay on my back. He didn't say a word. He reached for a condom, quickly placed it on his cock and in one swift move raised my legs over my head and drove that thick 8 inch cock up my eager ass.

  It hurt like hell at first. It had been awhile since I'd been fucked and I had never had anything that thick inside me. I groaned, partly from pleasure, partly from pain. He held still while my ass adjusted to his size. When he was sure I was okay he raised my feet higher till they were planted on the roof of the sleeper and proceeded to pile drive me with that massive tool of his.

  I was in heaven. I couldn't believe this guy. He was a real pro. He knew exactly what buttons to hit. He had one speed, fast and hard. He never let up, in fact the closer he got to cumming the faster he plowed into me. He let out a deep growl like a bear and slammed into me one last time. He was shaking and so was I. I had never before been as completely fucked as I was that day. He lay on top of me till his breathing slowed, then he climbed off and proceeded to get dressed.

  While I was dressing we talked about how he was divorced with a small boy that he didn't get to see often. He was a really nice guy. After I was dressed he gave me a big bear hug. He then opened the door and I was on my way back to the car. When I reached the car my cousin was standing outside smoking a cigarette.

  I asked him if he had a nice nap and he said that he did and he was ready to drive the rest of our trip. I climbed into the passenger seat and a strange smell hit my nose. It was the smell of cheap knock off perfume. It seemed that the local prostitute had found a partying partner after all. He flashed me a knowing smile and we were quickly on our way. I've had fantasies full-filled over the years, but none will top being topped by a truck driver.

  First Mate is in Charge of Dicipline on the Ship

  Two kinds of men join His Majesty's Navy: those who come to sea for adventure and those who join just to be with men. I am definitely in the latter category. I joined the Navy voluntarily rather than being conscripted, as so many men are these days. Wars in the Americas and with France and Spain have many into military service, but I joined. I joined because I wanted to be with men. I have a weakness, no, a lust to be with members of my own sex.

  I joined the Navy at eighteen and have worked hard for nearly twenty years, and have risen to be the first mate on HMS Regent, a frigate in the Royal Navy. I have served on this ship for eight years, under Captain William Wilson for all but the past month. Captain Wilson was injured on our last voyage from Liverpool to Freeport. When we arrived in the Ba
hamas, he was replaced by Captain John Aures. Captain Wilson was a good man who loved the sea and his country. His ship was a pleasure to serve on.

  Little discipline was needed with him as captain. He conveyed a sense of discipline emphasizing safety and military purpose was we patrolled English held waters in the Atlantic and Caribbean seas. He always treated his crew well, and only became cross if a sailor did something that endangered the ship or another man. As first mate I was in charge of discipline. Under Captain Wilson I almost never was required to do anything more severe than put a man in the brig overnight. Captain Aures is very different.

  He is a stern man. He comes from an aristocratic family, so he tends to look upon his underlings as if we were farm animals to be beaten and prodded into working. Long voyages are difficult on most men. Being away from family and in danger from the sea, pirates and enemy vessels takes its toll. Since many of the younger men were impressed, that is, drafted into service, they do not take kindly to the rigors of seafaring. They would rather be at home with their wives or girlfriends. Sexual tension becomes unbearable.

  On a ship there is little opportunity for privacy to tend to one's needs. Most of the men masturbate secretly. A few engage in sexual relations between themselves. While this practice is forbidden by naval law, it is practiced in almost every ship in the fleet. As first mate I have let it be known that I would not enforce the law as long as sex between seamen was discrete.

  Many nights in the hold I would hear the rapid panting of men relieving themselves together or alone. Sometimes I would "catch" a new man and explain to him the law of the sea. I would allow him to atone for his misconduct by servicing me or coming to my cabin, a privilege afforded to officers and the first mate. I've had sex with almost all the enlisted men on the ship.