Trio Fantasy Session Gay Sex

by Matthew John Carmona

  I took hold of the guy's cock again. I leaned forward on my knees. I guess the guy thought I was going to suck him off; he seemed to brace himself for my attack on the tip of his cock. I surprised him, though. I used his cock for balance and bent forward to suck his balls into my waiting mouth.

  Either the guy was sensitive, or was turned on by my shaving him, or my tongue was as magical as I'd been told it was. I scarcely had time to run my tongue over and around and between the guy's balls a couple of times before I felt them tighten up in my mouth.

  I pointed the guy's cock away from me. Good thing I did, as a volcano of sperm shot from the end of his cock. I guess it built up velocity as it swam up that long pipe; the first spurt shot over the guy's shoulder and onto the towel. The second one shot almost as far, leaving a few drops of cream across his shoulder and down almost level with his left tit. Two more spurts made a dotted trail back close to the guy's belly, which is where the end of the guy's cock lined up with.

  I kept licking until the guy started writhing beneath me. At last he put a hand on my shoulder to push me away. He lay there gasping, trying to catch his breath. I sat back, watching him, smiling. Then I frowned--I had forgotten my camera back at my picnic site. Darn!

  At last the guy seemed to be back in control. He started to sit up, then looked around. Finally he picked up his buddy's towel and started wiping off his shoulder and chest. He saw me watching him, then just grinned. "He'll never know," the guy said.

  Deciding he was clean, the guy folded up his friend's towel again, and lay back down. In the meantime I started to get up. I opened up my fanny pack and reached in to get out a card and a pen. The card had only my first name and phone number, and a small red and white-striped barber pole. On the back I scribbled, "Baker Beach." I handed it to the guy, who took a glance at it, then tucked it into his bag.

  I started backing up. "Um, thanks for the, um, shave," they guy said.

  "Thank you!" I exclaimed. "Give me a call when you're ready to be shaved again. I do house calls, too." With that I turned and left the guy's hideaway.

  I proceeded back down the beach, mindless of my cock, which I'd just noticed was only starting to soften from the tumescent state it reached-like it always does-when I'd started shaving the guy's crotch.

  I hadn't gone more than a hundred feet when I saw a knockout walking toward me. This guy was shirtless, but with tight runner's trunks covering massive thighs. I always wondered who actually bought that stuff from International Male! Well, that guy looked better than any IM model I'D ever seen! The guy obviously worked on his upper body as well, even hanging at his side I could appreciate his muscular arms, biceps cut. A perfectly sculpted vee-shaped chest, and two quarter-sized dark tits completely this god-sprung-to-life. Just a sparse brushing of hair covered his upper chest, and a trail of darker hairs disappeared from his navel into the top of his shorts.

  Evidently my cock liked what it saw, also. It quickly sprang to life and guided my way as an arrow as I walked towards the guy. Now, I'm in pretty good shape myself, but not like this god-boy. Evidently it was good enough, though, because he actually talked to me. "You like what you see?" he said.

  "I like!" I said. "I like very much! If I wasn't in a hurry, I'd be happy to show you HOW much I like what I see." I reached into my fanny pack, trying not to look like a fool as I frantically searched for another card. I HAD to get back to my boyfriend, but couldn't pass up the opportunity. Who knows? Maybe he would actually call ME! And maybe I'd win the lottery, as well!

  I finally found a card and handed it to him. At least he hadn't said, "Forget it" and wandered off. He looked at my card and said, "Jason?" That's me. He reached out a hand and said, "I'm Damian. I kind of like what I can see, also. Not that you leave much to the imagination!" We laughed at that as I took his hand to shake it. If anything, I got even harder as I shook Damian's hand. I swear, I'll never wash that hand again! Well, maybe after I've touched OTHER parts of Damian's body.

  Damian said, "Thanks for the card. I just MIGHT give you a card. See you."

  I mumbled my goodbye, then headed down the beach. Then I turned back for one last look at Damian. He'd pulled out a tee shirt that had been tucked into the back of his running shorts. I caught just a glimpse of an orange tiger as he slipped the Princeton shirt over his head. "Well," I thought as headed back to my towel. "I wonder if they'll compare notes?"

  They did. Damian's boyfriend, who I learned was named Paul, called me when he was ready to be shaved again. When I was done with him, I shaved Damian. Then they shaved me. But that's a story for another day.

  Cousin Christina's Boyfriend Troy

  Here for your reading pleasure is a true story from the early '90s. It involves a distant cousin, (or something like that, I'm not certain if there is any relation at all). He is a foster brother of my mom's sister's daughter. That is to say, one of my aunts gave a daughter up for adoption and Troy was the son of the adoptive parents. Our story begins in the late spring of 1991.

  Troy Vogt and I met some years back, at that time I was twenty-seven and he was around twenty-one. Exactly how we initially met is a bit foggy. It seems, we were moving someone or something from Ottawa, Ohio to Lucasville, Ohio for some of my relatives. My baby brother Larry, Troy and myself were crowded into the cab of the pickup truck... sitting so close to Troy about drove me crazy, I wanted him so bad that I could taste it.

  I used to have a thing for guys younger than me (all over eighteen, of course). I used to love those smooth, tight bodies and that never-ending sexual energy (which is a myth. Experience is paramount, age has little to do with whether or sex is great or not). I foolishly thought like most young gay men do nowadays, that "anyone over 30 was old."

  I realized a long time ago that sex definitely improves with age. Now that I'm pushing 40 years young, I've enjoyed sex much more than I ever have. Gay men over 30 are like fine wine, they get better with time.

  I've digressed.

  About 3 hours into the return trip, we stopped for gas and some cokes. Troy went to the bathroom and I followed, desperate to see his cock. I locked the door as I entered the bathroom stood next to him at the urinal and when he finished pissing, turned him toward me, got on my knees right there and sucked his cock, swallowing the last drop of his love juice.

  The rest of the trip was uneventful, and I was sure that'd be the last time I saw Troy, because although he loved getting his cock sucked it really bothered him. He seemed very nervous and almost ashamed...I was afraid that my sucking him off was a mistake. It should be noted that he and my little brother are best friends and have been for quite awhile. I suspect they've enjoyed one another as often as they could, because of Larry's very jealous and bitchy wife at the time.

  Anyway, soon after our return to Lucasville, Troy had a girlfriend... my cousin Christina, whom he used when he wanted some pussy. They were together only a short time and he met Tina who would be his wife. One night he came and spent the night at my mom's house, sharing a bed with Larry and myself, which was a king size mattress thrown on the kitchen floor. Troy insisted on sleeping between Larry and I.

  Its was about one o'clock in the morning, when he reached into my briefs and stroked my cock. I was both surprised and excited as hell. I'd wanted him so bad and laying there next to him was a fantasy come true for me. I rolled over on my back, he pulled down my underwear and began licking my balls while he stroked my cock.

  "You like that," he asked.

  "Yeah man, I love it baby," I muttered. There would be many times that we'd sucked each other off, but being inside his sweet, tight ass was what I enjoyed most. That night at my mom's house with my little brother sleeping next to us, (or I think he was asleep). was the first time, I fucked his tight virgin hole and it was wonderful. Lord have mercy, how I loved having my cock up Troy's ass! I mean, it was more wonderful than words can begin to explain. And, Troy loved it too. I could tell by the way he pushed back into me and moaned every time I pushed my hard uncut
tool into him -- which I did quite a lot in those days. Still would if given the chance.

  Troy was in love with my cock because it was uncut and so sensitive. Just his touch would give me an instant erection and he loved that, he liked having that power over me. Anyway, there we were: Troy leaning against the wall in the old storage building and me just fucking away for all I was worth, when there was a big bang on the door, and someone yelling, "Is somebody in there?" I yanked myself out of Troy and we must've broke a record in hoisted our jeans up as my friend Harold Briggs burst through the door.

  "I thought someone was in here," he smiled, stroking his hard cock through his cutoffs.

  "What you guys doing in here, anyway?" Troy sat down on an old work bench trying to hide his hard-on.

  "Ooh, just messing around, uh..." he noticed Harold's bulging crotch.

  " ...Harold, I was trying to get some." He looked me up and down. His eyes widened and a knowing grin crossed his lips when his eyes reached the bulge in my jeans, and he licked his wet lips.

  "Well, how about we finish what you two started," he said. "I'm hornier than ever."

  Suddenly, Troy couldn't stand it. He got on his knees in front of Harold.

  "Oh, Troy..." His cock slid into Troy's mouth, pushing it deeper and deeper down his throat. He ran his tongue along the thick shaft and over the head, tasting Harold's salt. I was so taken by the beautiful site before me. My cock ached for release. I reached around Troy's waist and lifted his ass toward me, as he sucked Harold's cock. Already lubricated from leaking precum, I rubbed the head of my cock across Troy's asshole teasingly. He was so fucking hot!

  "Do it, Danny," he begged.

  "Now. Let me have that sweet cock up my ass. Come on, fuck me! Please." I pressed the head of my uncut cock against his tight asshole. Troy letting Harold's cock slip out of his mouth briefly, took a deep breath a pressed back on my throbbing cock. I slowly eased my cock into his hot hole until I felt my pubic hair against his taunt ass. I loved the way my cock felt inside Troy -- the way his asshole was stretched and felt so tight. I was at that moment one with Troy.

  Since time wasn't our ally, we didn't do it slowly, the way we liked best. As soon as I was all the way inside him, I began to pull back, and just before the head would pop out, I'd shove it all the way back in, Holding his hips, I fucked hard and fast, pulling him toward me as I shoved my cock into him. I could feel the cum churning in my nuts, ready to burst, and knew Troy's must have been doing the same.

  Harold's was face fucking Troy with his head tossed back and eyes shut tight. It was like a chain reaction as Harold jerked his cock from Troy's hungry mouth and shot warm cum all across his face, I growled and shoved my throbbing, rock hard cock all the way up Troy's ass, Holding him locked to his ass grinding. He knew it was all over -- for both of us. Feeling my cock swell and buck around inside him, Troy shot his load all over the wood floor. We stood for little bit, with Troy holding my cock inside him until it began to soften.

  "We'd better get going," he said, and slowly let me cock slip out of his tight hole. Harold had already left and said he'd caught us later. While we buttoned up our jeans we both thought about what had -- and what could have happened.

  "We damn sure can't go on like this," Troy finally said.

  "We really can't."

  "Yeah, we'd have been in deep shit, if that had been anyone else that had burst in here and caught us. Damn it all, this isn't safe, Troy. We've got to find ourselves a private place, one that's more secure/relaxing. One that's ours." Troy looked at me.

  "You mean an apartment or something?"

  "Yeah, that's exactly what I mean. How about it Troy? Sneak away from your wife whenever you can... I'm moving into my apartment next week."

  Hot Sweats Fantasy

  The day I picked up my new Beamer the salesman advised me that I should always be sure to keep the tank filled with a good quality, high octane gasoline. This would assure me the very best performance and miles to the gallon. I decided to check around and ask some friends which brand of gasoline they felt was best. The answer I got from them was unanimous on a name brand gas which claimed it was "the detergent gasoline". I found a station nearby where I lived which carried this brand of gas and drove over one Saturday morning when it was time for my first "fill up".

  When I pulled into the station I heard the clank of the station bell as I drove over the pressure hose which let the attendant know that a customer had just pulled in. As I pulled up to one of the pumps and turned off my ignition I heard the office door open and glanced over to see the young attendant stepping out and closing the door behind him. From the first look at him it was easy to see that he was barely in his twenties.

  He had short blonde hair which was spiked on top and as he approached my car I could sense his youthful cockiness from the way he walked. He was wearing one of those white "T" back muscle shirts which was barely covering his well built muscular chest and a pair of faded black sweat pants. As he walked past the front of my car and headed towards my open window my eyes quickly darted down to his crotch. My pulse raced and my hands began to tremble at the vision I beheld.

  It was clearly evident that the young gas jockey who approached my car was not wearing anything underneath his worn sweat pants! I was able to trace the outline of his cock which boldly hung down the right leg of his pants bobbing and swaying with each step. When he reached my open window my heart skipped a beat as he bent down and asked "What can I do for you today?" His face was no more than six inches away from mine and I was staring into the deepest Blue eyes I had ever seen. It took me a few seconds to catch my breath before replying "Fill it up please." As he stood back up and reached for the hose I could not take my eyes off of him. His firm round ass filled out

  the back of his sweat pants incredibly and the thin strap of material which ran down the center of his muscular back exposed every inch of his broad shoulders and muscular arms.

  Grabbing hold of the hose he turned around and asked "Regular or Super?" Once again I was at a loss for words for my eyes were busily running up and down the front of his magnificent body. After a few seconds he must have realized what I was doing because his tone changed as he laughed a little and asked again "Regular or Super?" Hearing his laugh brought me back to reality and I replied "SUPER! I mean Super please." Curiously enough he didn't seem all that upset that I was examining his body so closely. If he did, it didn't show, as he headed toward the rear of my car and opened up the fuel cap. I watched him closely in my side view mirror as I reached into my back pants pocket and pulled out my wallet. Setting the hose on automatic he headed back to my window and asked "Will that be Cash or Charge?" to which I replied "Charge" and handed him my card.

  With my card in hand he headed around the front of my car and into the office to retrieve a charge slip and pen. I waited for what seemed an eternity until finally the office door opened and I caught sight of him once again heading towards me. Once again I was granted an incredible view of him as he neared my car and approached my window. When he finally reached me he bent over again and said "It'll just be a minute while I write up this charge slip." With that he stood

  up and placing the plastic slip holder on the roof of my car, began filling in the amount owed. As he leaned up against my car his magnificent crotch was pressed up against my open window and the bulge of his cock was resting on top of the door panel. I watched closely as it slid

  back and forth a little while he wrote on the slip. I had all I could do to keep myself from grabbing his manhood in my hot sweaty hand. Just when I thought I was about to lose control the hose handle popped and signaled that the tank was full.

  Quickly handing me the charge slip for my signature he headed for the hose and pulled it out of my car. Swinging around he placed it back on the pump and reached for his pen and charge ticket. As I handed him the slip holder he pulled out my copy of the charge and gave it back to me with a big smile saying "Hope to see you again soon!" That was it for me!
I was hook, line and sinkered as far as Gas Stations were concerned! Week after week I would return to my beautiful gas jockey and week after week he would grant me the wonderful pleasure of examining every inch of him. It got to the point where it was impossible for him not to know why I was coming and what I was doing while I was there. He would even take care of other cars which came in after I did allowing me more time to drool over him. After several weeks of this I couldn't take anymore of this just "looking" and decided I would have to make a move on him soon.

  But the question of "how" and "when" kept eluding me until one Friday night a few weeks later. I had gone out for a few beers with the "guys" after work and as I headed toward home I noticed the Gas Station coming up on my right and that my tank was also half empty. Feeling a nice buzz from the beers I decided it was time to take a risk!

  It was 9:30 PM or so as I pulled into the station and as luck would have

  it there weren't any other cars in the station. As I pulled up to my usual pump and set off the station bell I watched my handsome gas jockey step out of the office and head towards my car. On this night he was wearing a tight fitting white tee shirt which was tucked into the top of a pair of red sweat pants. The light color red sweats made it even easier for me to trace the outline of his young cock and I was able to count off

  five or six soft inches of it which were covered by the thin material.

  Once again handing him my charge card I watched as he headed to and from the office with slip holder in hand. But this time I decided

  to place my hand on the door panel where his cock usually rested while he wrote up my slip to see what he would do. As he reached my open window and saw my hand on the door I half-expected him to move towards to back a little to write. After hesitating for a brief second he