Eric is still panting, looking dazed.
The Sheriff’s Deputy has just left our cabin, after a good shagging from me. But that’s not why my friend Eric is in this state.
He has just received the first assfuck of his life.
It seems he liked it.
I contentedly slump down one end of the couch, which now has a big semen spot from where my best friend Rick fucked Eric and milked a gusher out of his prostate. Eric and Rick are now lazily making out in post-orgasmic stupor. Even though Rick is technically my lover and not his, I’m neither possessive nor offended.
Eventually, they stop kissing, and the three of us simply sprawl there for a few minutes, immensely satisfied. We have forty-eight decadent hours left in this rental cabin, in which to explore what for all three of us is our first chance to have sex with two other men at once.
“Want your boyfriend back, Joe?” Eric finally teases.
“Sure,” I reply. Rick shifts towards me, bringing his lips to mine.
“I love you, man,” we each chuckle. Our little joke. We were simply best friends until a few weeks ago, neither of us having ever had sex with a man. Since we already loved each other as friends, becoming more than friends made the love part, even if it's not quite the same kind of romantic love as I've experienced with women, harder to ignore.
“I want to watch,” Eric implores, chin on his hands.
“Watch what, exactly?” Rick asks.
“I want to watch you two make love. From the start. I want to see what it’s like for a gay couple. But please let me provide the accompaniment.” Although bisexual, Eric is the straightest of us and married to a lovely (and lively) woman. He is even newer to all this than Rick and I, so his curiosity is understandable.
We don’t know exactly what he means by “accompaniment," but we agree to his terms. The idea of Eric being the voyeur to us not merely screwing, but expressing our intimacy, has us both hard immediately. Rick and I start kissing, gently at first, as I use a tissue to gently cleanse his cock from its recent time inside Eric.
Eric starts making bass guitar sounds and snapping his fingers.
The rhythm is infectious, and Rick’s and my tongues find themselves dancing to the same beat in our mouths.
Still snapping his fingers, Eric starts singing Peggy Lee’s “Fever” in falsetto, hitting the same key as the original but taking a slower, sultrier tempo. We both giggle. Fortunately, Eric’s a pretty good singer, as we learned less than an hour ago when he sang “You Can Leave Your Hat On” as a striptease for the Deputy.
Who did, in fact, leave his hat on.
By the first chorus of "Fever," our hands have drifted down to each other’s cocks, tenderly rubbing them together. This, for Eric’s benefit, is often how we get started.
Taking a breath between verses, Eric lets out a startled gasp as Rick steps back a bit to envelop the head of my cock under his ample uncut foreskin. Evidently, docking is something Eric, let alone Romeo and Juliet, has never seen. This is one of our favorite delights, however, making us both moan as Rick wraps his exquisite wrapper back and forth over me.
Inspired, Eric's singing bursts into full torch mode as he takes the number through one of its multiple key changes.
I ease down to my knees and start licking under Rick’s foreskin, then take his glans in my mouth, then nearly his whole length. Eric can’t see my tongue working the underside of the shaft inside my mouth, but he knows. Rick melts back down onto the couch for a couple of minutes, then has us switch. He lovingly blows me in return, then lifts my legs over his shoulder so he can have access to my tender hole. Eric is singing something about Pocahontas as Rick warms and wets me with his tongue, almost powerful enough to pry me open a bit.
I’ve gotten used enough to Rick’s penetrations that I don’t need any additional prep besides lube, which he applies. At the same time, he pulls his foreskin fully over the glans, pressing gently but firmly. I let out an extended groan as my sphincter opens to admit him and he slides in, slowly at first to let me adapt to his girth, then bottoming his balls out against my ass cheeks.
Holy fuck. It’s a lot, but in a good way. This is still new enough to me that if I go a few days without, I forget the intensity of these sensations. Being stretched wide. Fullness beyond comprehension. The nerve endings just inside my colon screaming with delight as he starts working his magnificent cock in and out of me. The final line of "Fever" captures the burning sensations perfectly. When Rick is doing this to me, I almost forget that I still enjoy women, too. Hell, I just drilled Eric’s wife last weekend, but in this moment I probably couldn’t tell you her name.
Eric has finished the song with its signature ending bass note, and is now watching intently and murmuring “What you guys have is really beautiful” as Rick makes out with me while thrusting slowly, the rhythm that brings me maximum rectal pleasure.
Rick reaches down to touch me. On the very first stroke, the combination of prostate and pecker stimulation milks a couple of jets of jizz out of me, which doesn't feel the same as a full orgasm, yet adds more impossible levels of pleasure.
Having just had this happen to him, Eric is agape in the spectator's seat. Finally no longer content to watch, he beckons Rick to sit up so he can lean in and lick my cock clean. Then he takes me in his mouth, which instantly extracts out a couple more teaspoons, sending me over the moon again.
“Oh, I know what I want to do,” purrs Eric, slathering his asshole with lube and climbing on top of me. Rick pauses pumping for a minute so Eric can ease me into him, probably a good thing, or else I would explode in ecstasy.
So now I’m fucking a guy while I have another guy’s dick in me. I’m still not sure how I lucked into being the man in the middle, but it’s magical. Eric starts rocking on top of me, and his incredible tightness would probably bring me over the edge if Rick weren’t still stopped. Plus, his sphincter is pulsing, alternately tightening and loosening. I’ve been with some skilled women, but nobody’s Kegels could squeeze me like this.
I’m moaning uncontrollably, rolling my head back and forth and making God-only-knows what kinds of noises, as Rick starts slowly withdrawing his penis almost all the way. Then he steadily presses all eight inches in.
That’s it. I’m done. One full stroke with Eric encasing me is all it took. I tense up, muttering “fuuuck” as I start transferring whatever’s left of my cum reservoir into Eric's receptacle. Rick, too, is overcum, and starts whitewashing my colon shortly thereafter, kissing Eric’s back while he does so. I keep thrusting into Eric as long as I can, but my slippery dick quickly becomes shrunken and useless. Rick’s becomes useless too, though far less shrunken.
Eric looks disappointed, but as Rick withdraws from me, I offer, “Don’t worry, buddy, you can fuck me now.” Having just cum, Eric’s probing may not make me head-thrashingly ecstatic now, but it's still enjoyable, especially with the knowledge that my ass is giving him pleasure. I suppose it’s a little like when a woman cums first and lets her guy go a few more minutes and finish inside her, a fun thought to entertain.
We finally separate, all of us sweaty and sticky, the couch looking a bit worse for the wear. We’ll have to put down some towels before our next session. And do some cleaning on Sunday.
Rick, who somehow had the sense to turn on the oven before this last fuck, slips frozen pizzas into the oven as we all head for the shower. Fortunately, this is a modern cabin, with a walk-in shower big enough for the three of us.
We spend - based on the oven timer - precisely seventeen minutes soaping each other up, stroking each other’s semi-erect cocks and playfully slipping soapy fingers into each other’s buttholes. All good fun, but DING! It’s time to slice and eat.
We dry off but remain naked, cracking open beers and talking about what’s happened so far. Eric, in particular, has things to say.
“You know, I think I owe you guys an apology.”
Rick and I both dog-tilt our heads. For what?
“Well, I’ve known you for a lot of years, Rick, and I’ve always cared about you …”
“Cared about getting in bed with him, at least,” I joke.
“Hey, c'mon, Joe." He pauses a beat. "Okay, fine. Sure, I cared about getting his dick up my ass, which I finally achieved today …”
“So, you’ve been jealous of Joe?” interjected Rick, almost too hopefully.
“No, and if you guys will stop interrupting me, what I’m trying to say is that when I first learned you two were together, and confirmed that you are gay,“ indicating Rick, “and learned that Joe is bi, well … I was a little worried that someday Joe might fall for a woman and hurt you.”
“Dude, that’s classic bi erasure right there,” insists Rick, “assuming bisexuals can’t be faithful.” My dick swells a bit in response to Rick standing up for me like this.
“I know, I know, I was wrong to think that!” exclaims Eric, good-naturedly holding up his hands. “That’s why I want to apologize. I learned something today.”
“That we bisexuals can be faithful after all?” I posit. “That is true, but you wouldn’t have learned that from anything we did today, considering I just fucked you in front of my own boyfriend, and I fucked your own wife in front of you last weekend.”
“Rick, when you started hitting my prostate, and touching my cock at the same time, and I started spewing jizz, it was like multiple mini orgasms a few seconds apart. And then on top of that, you gave me one of the best actual orgasms ever. I’ve never felt anything like that.”
“Welcome to the other side,” beams Rick. "We have cookies, too."
“So, what I think I hear you saying,” I suggest, “is that now you understand why I wouldn’t need to leave him for a woman?”
Eric nods.
“Does that mean we’ve converted you?” Rick jokingly challenges. "Are you going to leave Tori for us?"
“No offense, guys, but Tori still does things for me that no guy ever could. For one thing, but she’s a fuckton better looking than you two put together." Even Rick, who's fully gay, concedes this point. "And while your hairy chest is a lot more fun than I expected, Rick, I still love natural female tits the most. But I do get it now. Femininity aside, having either one of you inside me was as much sheer physical pleasure as I've ever experienced, even with a woman.” He steps towards Rick. “You guys have really opened my eyes.”
“And all it took was opening your ass,” quips Rick, kissing him as they gently start stroking each other’s now-hard pricks.
“If you think that feels good,” I suggest, kissing the back of Eric’s neck and working my cock into his buttcrack, “just wait until it’s a pulsing asshole instead of a hand that's wringing your dick while you’re being penetrated.”
“‘Just wait,' you say?” Rick asks excitedly. “Let's just do that right fucking now! Joe, can you lube me up and take me right here in the kitchen? Rick, you down for bottom duty?”
One of Rick’s and my first fucks was up against his kitchen island, the lower shelf of which got splattered with cum, so I know he has no qualms about sliming up a kitchen. Not even washing the pizza grease off our hands, we become a well-oiled train with Rick leaning against the kitchen counter, Eric entering him from behind, and me topping Eric’s bottom.
The open-plan, vaulted-ceiling cabin reverberates with the vulgarity of men grunting, groaning, and gasping in animal passion. Eric runs his fingers through Rick’s ample chest hair, same as earlier, and pinches his sensitive nipples as Rick turns his head back to meet Eric’s hungry mouth.
Meanwhile, I’m getting more horned up than anyone, chewing on Eric’s neck and shoulder, breathily whispering about how tight and warm his assring feels around my cock. I drag my fingernails down his chest, possibly leaving marks. In the heat of the moment, I surprise myself by saying something about eating the cum out of his ass when we’re done.
I’m not sure why this particular encounter has got me so excited. Maybe it’s from having Rick defend my honor, and from having Eric validate my own growing feelings about the joy of man-in-man sex, but I’m the one who cums first. I reach around Eric to lovingly grasp Rick’s hands as I climax, repeatedly ramming Eric’s ass, burying myself the full six inches deep with every shot of my juice.
“Thank you, Joe,” says Eric, pulling me alongside him for an extended deep kiss of gratitude. “That was amazing.”
I shift forward to Rick, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Hey, baby, it’s your turn to find out what the middle position feels like.”
I pull Rick back from the counter and take the same position, loosening my sphincter in anticipation. Rick always knows just exactly how hard to push. Within mere seconds, he has filled eight inches of my colon. I again gasp at being so full, but the second time in an hour is easier. His warm hands envelop my sensitized penis, knowing not to stroke it very much right now, even as starts gasping for breath and entering the throes of orgasm. I can actually feel his semen injecting into my intestine. I harbor a momentary sense of defiant triumph, knowing there are people in the world who would deny us the right to these raw masculine pleasures, and we are fucking doing it in spite of them.
Eric is the last to cum, finally pumping his load into Rick. We come together in a hug, then use some paper towels to wipe up the goo leaking from our anuses and drizzling down our legs. “Don’t worry, Joe, I won’t hold you to that promise,” assures Eric.
“Not until later, at least,” corrects Rick. “Remember, I brought my enema kit with me.”
We head to the bathroom, first cleansing on the outside yet again. And then, we learn how to cleanse each other on the inside, an act perhaps less sexual than our other naked activities so far, and yet somehow far more sensual and intimate.
Well, until we start slinging douche jokes at each other, anyway. Guys will be guys.
“By the way, I’m going to need as much room in here as possible,” declares Rick, pointing to his own posterior as we towel off and leave the bathroom.
“Why's that?” quizzes Eric. “You know we both fit.”
“Actually, no, we don’t know that you both fit,” replies Rick with a raised eyebrow and two fingers raised together. “Let's try that next.”
Eric’s eyes open as big as golf balls at the realization that Rick wants us to try double-anal penetration on him.
