Trio Fantasy Session Gay Sex

by Matthew John Carmona

  He then fucked me with a gentle, steady pace for quite a while. There was a mirrored closet in the room and I could see him fucking me. I noticed that his eyes were closed most of the time as he fucked me. I enjoyed watching some of the faces he made, and watching him squeeze and spread my cheeks. Suddenly he began to loose control himself and began fucking me really fast, then his entire body stiffened and he let out a loud moan, then layed down flat against my back. I could feel his warm cum as it shot into me.

  Our relationship lasted for the rest of the summer. When the summer ended I went back to school, the next summer I got a full-time summer position and didn't get a chance to see him that summer. Eventually we lost contact.

  I never fucked him, and he only sucked my cock once or twice. He fucked me several more times over the next two months in many different positions. We managed to sleep together only a few times, whenever his wife was away for a few days. Even thought I let him fuck me and I sucked his cock many times, I didn't feel that he was taking advantage of me. I really enjoyed laying on top of him and being masturbated to orgasm. I also liked sucking his cock and watching him ejaculate.

  I did meet him once a few months back. He is now 60 years old. He had a heart attack a few years ago and now has to walk with a cane. It was hard to believe that this was the same man I had sex with that summer. He even apologized to me about his actions-after all he said, I was a student and he was a teacher etc. I told him that I didn't have any ill feelings towards him and that I still fantasize about him and our experiences together.

  I hope you enjoyed reading about my experience.

  Together At Last

  There he was - and he was all alone. I had gone to the bar that night because I had an awful day and I just wanted to relax for a while but the guy that I had been seeing for a month or so was busy and so there I was all by myself too.

  Rob and I had just met a few weeks prior to this when the guy that I was going out with asked if we could have dinner with friends. I said "sure" and when we walked into the restaurant and he introduced me to Rob ( he already said his friends were gay) I really could not help but stare. I am not a short guy but Rob is five or six inches taller than me with hairy arms, a mustache, and really tight jeans.

  That dinner went well and we saw each other at a party a couple of weeks later and even at the same bar I was sitting in at the moment. All this time I was seeing someone else but I just wanted to know if he (Rob) liked me or thought I was cute, nice, etc.

  I did not go to the bar in hopes of meeting anyone but, when he walked in, I hoped he would at least come say hi. He said hello to the people that he knew as he passed them and then I finally caught his attention. He came over to me and I said hi and we talked and finished our drinks when he asked if I wanted to go somewhere else.

  I said "okay" and followed him out to his truck. When I was sitting next to him I couldn't believe I was there all alone with him. We headed out from there and went to another bar and after buying another drink for each of us he mentioned the fact that he did not get his "hello" hug. I stepped in close and gave him a hug and both of us held it for a little longer than a casual hug. As I stood there with my arms around his waist I looked up into his eyes and he smiled.

  My heart was really beating now and I decided to go for it. I stood up on my toes and gave him a little kiss on the lips. I figured he might say no or pull away because I was not sure if he was seeing anyone at the time. Much to my surprise however, he pulled me closer and we kissed until we both had to come up for air.

  After kissing all night Rob stated that he wanted to go home with me. We got in late but when we headed to bed I thought I was dreaming when this gorgeous guy was stripping in front of me. I got an instant hard-on realizing that he slept in the nude but also had some mixed feelings when I saw the size of his tool. He was not even partially hard and yet hung 5 or 6 inches and was thicker than I am when fully hard. If he ever tried to get that thing into me I would probably faint.

  We got into bed and held each other and kissed more, then he began to slide down my body. He sucked me for a few minutes and then aimed his tongue at my hole. I could not believe how great it felt. I was enjoying that feeling when I felt him change position and aim his dick at my wet rosebud. He began to push into me and I saw stars at first but after a few moments began to push myself back on to him. All the while he was fucking me he was either kissing me or saying some of the most wonderful things. We were both so turned on that we did not last long.

  We did not really discuss where we were both at that night because our mouths and bodies were both too busy for talk. As it turns out, he had his eye on me from the first time we met, cleared it with my "friend" and now Rob and I have been together ever since.

  The Party's On Me

  His brother was dominant. Quite assured. He knew what he wanted. That night, he was drunk and horned up, and he wanted my ass. He knew, when he met me. There were others trailing upstairs to the party, but I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was not beautiful but, he had a commanding presence. He could not be denied. I looked away... but I looked back. I couldn't help it. He knew he had me, then, I know.

  It was a wild party. There was a lot of drinking, and smoking, and dancing. My own contribution of a bottle of Jim Beam disappeared all too quickly. I watched him gulp down a part of it, right from the bottle. He was a big man, and such a hot fucking animal. I hoped he wouldn't get too plastered. I smoked, and refused the drinks. I had my own agenda, and it didn't include passing out on the floor. Not that evening.

  The party wound down. The guests dissipated. It was quiet... and a hell of a mess. Just me, my friend Andy, his brother, big Sam, and a king-hell of a disaster area.

  Sam took me by the arm. "Come here, honey," he said, and wrapped himself around me. I really didn't appreciate being called "honey" but, the hell, he was wasted-- and his arms were strong and fine. I glanced at Andy, a bit scared. He wasn't looking back. Well... screw it.

  Sam grabbed my head and kissed me. I wouldn't have thought that was his style. He darted his tongue in me and ran his broad hands down my back. He tasted of whiskey and cigarettes, dry and foul, but it made me so hard. I wanted more, more.

  He smiled smugly and unbuckled my belt. I looked back at Andy-- was he still there? Oh yes. He looked abandoned and lost, but his mouth was hanging open a bit. Did he think I was depraved? Was he getting turned on? Would he ever talk to me again?

  Sam pulled down my pants and underwear, all at once. He told me to get on the sofa. He knew exactly what he wanted. I could only have said, "Yes Sir!", though I didn't. I just climbed up on the sofa, bare-ass and trembling. I still had my t-shirt. It was cold in the room.

  Sam liked it. "Nice pussy, eh Andy?"

  Andy still had his mouth open. He was staring. He said nothing.

  "He's your friend, isn't he? I'm going to fuck his brains out. Or do you want to go first?"

  "No... I mean... no..."

  Sam peeled off. He was fucking beautiful. A great, big man, with solid muscles, and a lot of hair. I don't really like a lot of hair but, I couldn't help but gasp at the sight. He was so... so... he was an awful lot of animal.

  Sam came up to me and crawled behind me. He covered me from head to toe. I thought I'd lose my mind. I ripped off my shirt. He'd keep me warm enough.

  He said, "hey, honey." He breathed it in my ear.

  "Honey" again, goddamn it. Do I look like a bee? Asshole. But he had his whole huge body around me, and it makes me crazy when a guy blows in my ear. Hell, he could call me anything he damn wanted. He felt so good on me. I was shuddering, and he gripped me all over. He knew he owned me. It's pathetic but, I wanted him. I wanted him to own me.

  "Awwww, Sam. Please! Sammy, Sam, Sam, please, man!"

  He grinned a little, and that was all. Thank you, you bastard. "Andy, gimme the lube. Under the sink." It wasn't. Andy retreated to his room and came back with a jar. That was interesting.

  "Yeah! I'm going
to shove my dick so far up your ass, you're going to be licking my cum off your teeth! I'm going to ram you, dude. I'm going to ride you like a bicycle. I'm going to dick you like a two-dollar whore! You're going to..."

  He talked unbelievably fucking dirty in my ears while jamming his fingers right up my butt. It hurt, but it didn't hurt too bad. He'd done this before. I really felt perverted for wanting to do it in front of my friend Andy but, oh hell. Big, hot man. Oh, those fingers.

  "Please."

  "What?"

  "Please. Please. Oh, please."

  Now I was humiliating myself, right in front of Andy, but I really didn't care. I really just didn't want anything else but... "please!"

  Andy was getting oddly flushed.

  "Please what?"

  "Please fuck me. Please. Please, Sam. Oh my God. Please fuck me with your big dick. Ram me. Hump my ass. Bugger me. Gore me with your unicorn horn. Oh please! Nail me! Screw me to the wall!", I babbled like a total maniac. Complete gibberish. Oh, hell, I wanted his penis.

  Sam sank right in me. A little slowly, and I felt it all, every inch, every centimeter, worming on in. It burned so good. I loved it. I was yelping and gasping and snorting. It was a miracle I wasn't quacking. Oh, my God, his big dick. Sliding in me. Slithering home. So good.

  He pulled back. He pulled out. "NO!" I was ready to begin begging all over again, but he was just teasing. He wasn't going anywhere. He slid all the way back home again. All the way out... and I looked at him like he'd killed my dog, but he laughed at me, and thrust all the way back home. Oh, Lord! "Please, Sam. Please? Oh, please!" I was squirming and shoving my ass back on him, desperately trying to get more of him in.

  He laughed at me. "Fuckin' cunt!"

  But his nostrils were flared, and his pupils, like basketballs. He was so fucking horny.

  He slammed into me. It hurt so fine.

  Fucking big, hard, hairy man, pumping up my ass. He was sweating and slippery, and he stank like a week's worth of laundry. It made me so hot, I couldn't stand it. I couldn't think. Hairy chest grinding on my back.

  He wasn't interested in my pleasure at all. He didn't care. He just wanted to get off. Soon, he would. He drilled me hard, with long, deep strokes, panting hot and fast on my neck. I whimpered under him. Oh, his dick moving in me. His smell. His hot, massive, slippery body. Oh, God, his dick!

  "Oh, yeah, honey, oh yeah, oh fuck. Sam's got a present for you!"

  He bit my neck, and clamped me in his hard hands, and covered me with his monstrous body. He shuddered, again and again. His sweat dripped on me. My hole felt slippery. As Sam kept slowly pumping, a trickle of cum ran down my ass and cooled on my balls.

  Andy looked on with a stunned face. His mouth was wide. I wanted to put something in it. A finger, a hand, my dick.

  Sam said, "Sloppy seconds?"

  Andy told him, "Move!"

  I guess watching me get fucked by his brother was a hell of a turn-on. He flipped me over and, without a word, buried himself in me. I let out a high-pitched groan. It was as much sense as I'd make for a while. Andy's big old dick drove in me again and again, and I

  squeaked repeatedly as Sam's sperm ran out of me. Sloppy squelching noises. Aw, man, my friend's dick. Andy's dick.

  "Fuck me, Andy. Oh, fuck me. Make me your slut!"

  Sam said, "Lover boys", and went for the shower. Andy said, "FUCK YOU!", but it was me he was fucking, and I so goddamned wanted it. I bit his nipples and clutched his ass, and clamped down on his wonderful dick. "Please, man", he panted as he drove himself home again.

  I don't know whether he wanted to cum or for me to let up clamping on him. It didn't matter.

  I started shooting all over him, and me. He was spurting in me a few seconds later.

  Far too damn quick. We were both so incredibly turned on.

  He took me back to his room, the better to keep me all to himself. Soon he was sliding in me again. Slowly and gently, this time. How he teased me. How he wrecked my mind. How he wrecked my poor ass, but I loved it.

  He fell asleep on top of me, buried in my body.

  Watching Demigod Enjoying Pool Time

  Birds are a hobby of mine. I've raised everything from finches to macaws and loved every one of them. I've downsized my menagerie and only have an African Grey and a pair of Pacific Parrotlets. During the summer months, I keep the birds on my screened-in balcony, which overlooks the condominium complex pool.

  One morning, I was on the balcony giving the birds their daily dose of attention. I could hear people down at the pool, but that was just background noise to me. I rarely pay attention to the going on's down there, since most of the residents are single mothers and they hold no real attraction for me. However, on this day, all of that would change.

  I hadn't yet put my contact lenses in, since it was still fairly early and I had no real plans for the day. I only really need them when I'm driving, anyway.

  Glancing toward the pool, in the direction where I heard dance music, I could make out the blurry image of a dark haired body laying on a chaise lounge. There was no shirt on this body, so I figured it must be a man. I walked to the bedroom to get my binoculars (I'm block captain for the neighborhood watch program, and I've got a great view from the bedroom) so I could get a better look at this rare specimen who had invaded the pool area.

  Upon returning to the balcony, I put the binoculars to my eyes. I looked toward the pool, but couldn't find him. I could see the boom box next to the chair he'd been in, so I knew he'd be coming back. I waited a few minutes and sure enough, he came walking back to his chair.

  WOW! I'd been out of the dating loop for a while, as I'd let my work become my life, but if I'd have known men like this existed outside the pages of magazines, I would be unemployed. He was incredible!

  Close to six feet tall, chiseled face and body, dark curly hair (on his chest, too!), and a butt that was very nicely proportioned. The cut off jeans he was wearing were short, but not to the point of vulgarity. On another man, these shorts would be too effeminate, but they fit him so well.

  He lay back down on the chaise lounge and reached behind his head for the tanning oil. After pouring some onto his hands, he gently massaged it into his skin, working from the chest down-slowly. When he was through oiling up, he stretched a little and settled in for a long tanning session. He put his arms up by his head, spread his legs ever so slightly and pulled his shorts a little closer to his crotch. Even though it gave me no more of a view of what was in those shorts, I sat and watched him for a few more minutes.

  The ringing of the phone pulled me out of my reverie. Right before I answered it, I half-consciously noticed that I had a slight hard on. As soon as I heard the voice on the other end, my hard on disappeared. It was the district manager of the store for which I worked. She needed me to send her the sales figures for the last two weeks. DAMN! There's a few hours out of my day off! This meant I had to get dressed and go to work. I was not happy at all.

  Three hours later, as the sun was reaching it's high point in the sky, I returned home. The birds were getting hot and they were all screaming. I put my briefcase on the floor and went to the balcony to move them inside. Again, I looked down at the pool. Whew! He was still there. Good! I moved the birds inside and changed clothes. I have a pair of shorts that I wear around the house (they're not for public display) which have a large hole right about where my balls hang. Usually, I wear a pair of spandex shorts underneath them, but it was so hot today, I decided to forego that formality. After all, if I'm at home by myself, why do I need to cover up?

  I grabbed a Corona from the fridge and sliced up a lime. In this heat, it would certainly be refreshing.

  I sat at the balcony table and looked at the pool. Still there. He must have been asleep. The sun had given him some nice color, turning his skin almost bronze, his head was turned slightly away from me. I looked at his shorts. They looked like they'd been pulled even closer to his crotch since I'd left. With my contacts in now, I d
idn't need the binoculars; I could see detail well enough without them.

  His crotch looked very inviting. The legs (seemingly by reading my thoughts) parted even more. I could only stare as his balls and the head of his cock fell from the confines of those shorts. His head turned, this time toward me. His eyes were still closed and he licked his lips, replacing the precious moisture which had evaporated. How I longed to lick his lips for him.

  My eyes returned to stare at his crotch. He must have been having a very good dream, because his cock was beginning to swell. Seeing this, mine reacted in the same way. More and more, his hard on protruded from his shorts; all the while, he was oblivious to the fact that besides myself, there might be other people staring at him. My own shorts were beginning to tent, and every breeze that came through the hole made my cock jump.

  Right about the time I thought I might spill my load, someone's kid jumped into the pool, creating a loud splash. It woke the demigod up and made me wish that child's parents had been infertile. The hunk must have realized that he was "hangin' out", because when I looked back at him, he was no longer hard and he was tucked neatly inside his shorts. He stood up, stretched and looked around. I was still staring at his gorgeous body when I noticed he was looking right up at my balcony. I could feel my face flush and my heart jumped. I readjusted myself and pretended to be interested in something on my table. By the time I'd finally gotten the nerve to look again, he was lying face down on the chaise lounge, hiking his shorts up to his butt cheeks. This time, his face was turned in my direction. The sun was casting shadows over his face, so I couldn't tell if his eyes were open or not. I told myself that his eyes were closed. I didn't want to take the chance of getting the binoculars- that would have been too obvious.