Trio Fantasy Session Gay Sex

by Matthew John Carmona

  I slipped my right hand underneath him and started masturbating his erection and I heard him saying "oh, yes" quietly as he gripped the bedspread with his hands. He turned back towards me and said, "go on, fuck me". I grabbed the tube of lubricant I'd put on the card table in preparation for this and smeared it over his hole, pushing some inside him, then smothering my hard-on with the gel. The tip of my cock was oozing sticky fluid already, so I took no time in pressing the head against his hole and pushing my way in.

  His rectum was searingly hot and held my cock in a tight grip. I pressed steadily and firmly in, and the lube made the entry smooth. He let out a deep moan and I could see his hands and arms relax on the bed. I put the palms of my hands on the bed too and began fucking in and out, letting the full length of my swollen cock plunge into him, my balls crushing against the bedspread. As I picked up speed and rhythm I moved my hands to his hips, squeezing his body and forcing it to rise up to meet my thrusting. The sight of his slim dark body underneath me, the squeezing grip of his insides and the force of my pumping soon made my whole body spasm. My muscles jerked and strained as the cum shot out of my lunging cock and into his body. I kept pushing, thrusting as hard as I could until I was spent, then fell with my hands on the bed, gasping for breath.

  I stayed like that for a minute or two, enjoying the sensation of feeling tired, hot, sleazy and elated. Then I pulled the thick flesh of my cock gently out of him, long dark and glistening, until his treasure cave closed completely.

  He rolled onto one side and I lay beside him as we kissed slowly and deeply, holding each other close. His cock was long and thin, but hard. He grabbed the lube from behind me and smeared it over his erection, smiling at me. I lay on my back and he got between my legs, lifting them up onto his shoulders, splaying my arse wide. My hole was hot and distended from fucking and the gel felt cold when he squeezed it in and massaged inside.

  Despite the slender appearance of his cock, it felt huge sliding into me, and it seemed to go on forever. I could feel his coarse pubic hairs against my underside and he just sat inside me for a while as his hands ran over my front, pinching at the nipples and stroking my chin. Then he was away in earnest, thrusting in and out of me, his lean muscles contracting and pulling under his skin, the sweat a light glow on his body, forming beads on his upper lip.

  I could feel his cock swollen and pulsing inside me, pushing this way and that, driving in hard then pulling back faster, each time pounding relentlessly on. My own cock began to stiffen again with the sensation, heightening the feeling of his stiff rod fucking inside me. His tempo was suddenly urgent and he bit his lower lip, then he moaned very loudly (would the guests next door hear?) as I felt the stinging heat of his juices squirt into me, the head of his cock lunging deep inside as he pumped out his seed.

  We were both covered in sweat when he'd finished and we lay together for a long time, stroking each other's hair, kissing softly and nibbling at each other's necks and chests.

  "I have to go or the security guard will ask too many questions," he said as I began to feel dozy. He wiped himself down with a damp towel in the bathroom, not having enough time to shower, then quickly dressed back into his uniform. I slipped my boxers on and kissed him at the door before he left.

  "See you tomorrow?", he asked.

  "I'm here for another five days," I smiled. He smiled back, with a wink, and slipped down the corridor and out the exit door.

  Bonding With Coach

  I had my first sexual experience with a grown man when I was 18 years old. I was a sophomore in high school and in Coach Ray's last period PE class. I had stayed after as instructed to begin a week of after-school locker-room cleanup, a duty I had earned for cutting his class the previous week.

  Coach Ray was a tall, powerfully built man of 45. A rugged Vietnam veteran, he had become a man early in his life, and was well respected and admired by faculty and students alike. I was attracted to him and intimidated by him at the same time, and as a sat in his office waiting for him, I eyed the various military awards and teaching plaques that hung on the wall. A window in front of his desk looked out into the dressing/shower area, and I could see as a few of the stragglers from the final period gathered their belongings from the benches and exited through a door in the corner.

  Suddenly Coach Ray emerged from the athletic field through a private entrance and nodded at me as he placed a netbag of baseball equipment in a corner. When he turned around to face me, he removed his cap, exposing his sexy salt-and-pepper military buzzcut which was rapidly thinning. Sweat rolled down his face and neck, and trickled beneath his shirt. The back and underarms of his shirt were drenched, and as he sat down in the chair beside me, he pulled the shirt off and tossed it into the corner with the sports equipment. He leaned down to look at my discipline report, and I used the opportunity to steal a glance at him.

  His entire upper body was coated in thick, dark fur. It started where his short haircut left off, covering the back of his tanned neck and thickening across his back and shoulders, obscuring a few tatoos he'd gotten some years before in his war days. Body heat and a ripe, musky odor emitted from him. A sure sign of an honorable, hardworking man. The acrid stench of his sweaty, hairy armpits teased my nostrils as I watched droplets of liquid run from under his arms down onto his furry chest, stewing his smells together into an intoxicating aroma. He finished scanning the paperwork, and let out a deep breath. He leaned back in his chair, lifted his big, furry arms behind his head, and swiveled around, face to face with me. I had to purposely avoid looking straight into his furry pits, which were inches from my face, in order to avoid exposing the boner in my gym shorts.

  Coach Ray looked hard at me for a few seconds, his ice blue eyes piercing mine. Finally he spoke.

  "Well, Roger," he began.

  "You want to say anything about this?" I didn't know what to say. I looked at the floor nervously, so Coach Ray continued.

  "I guess I don't have to tell you that I think you're better than this, Roger. I don't know what is going on with you, but I do know that you are too intelligent a young man to let yourself start getting into trouble."

  Sensing the shame and embarrassment I was beginning to feel, he eased up a bit and placed a strong but gentle hand on my shoulder.

  "Well, I'm not going to read you the riot act, son", he told me.

  "I just want you to know that I'm here for you if you need me. I know your father has never been there for you, and well...I guess I've grown rather fond of you..." He stammered for the words he was looking for. I could tell it wasn't his nature to open himself.

  "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I would be willing to, uh, spend time with you if you need to talk to someone about these things." He gave me a wink and a grin and told me to get started with my duties.

  "I know it's kinda hot in there, so you can grab a shower afterwards if you want." I thanked him and left his office, grateful that he had extended himself to me that way.

  Coach Ray was not a hard man by any means, but he was not one to open himself to others. I felt priveleged to have seen a side of him that no one else had, and cheerfully began picking up the litter of towels and jockstraps as Coach sat at his desk behind the window, grading papers from his morning History class. After a half hour of changing paper towels, toilet paper, and mopping the showers, I was sweating pretty heavily and grabbed a fresh towel from a bin.

  I undressed on a bench in front of the Coach's window, feeling bold from the ego boost he had given me. I moved about slowly, taking my time, enjoying my nakedness and the rush I felt from being natural and open in front of such a masculine, complete man. I was too nervous to check and see if he had seen me, so I kept my gaze elsewhere as I stood up to head for the shower.

  By the time I'd reached the showers, I had a throbbing erection, and could feel my heart beating, rushing blood to my head. I felt high with adrenaline. I stood under the warm water, soaping up my dick. My lathery hands caressed my balls and stroked my
cock as the steam enveloped me. I reveled in the pungent smell of crotch and sweat that permeated the room.

  Suddenly I felt a familiar hand on my shoulder. I spun around instinctively, startled, and inadvertently exposed my erection. Before me stood Coach Ray, wearing nothing but the silver dog tags around his neck. For a moment I forgot my own erection and stood before him, knowing I was busted but unable to take my eyes off him. I could see the dark, erect nipples sticking up beneath the thick forest of hair. The fur was endless, it even covered his sides, completing the carpet that spread around and obscured his back. His big, strong legs were just as hairy and between them hung nine glorious inches of thick, uncut cock, surrounded by his thick pubic bush and huge testicles.

  As I regained my composure and turned around to hide my erection, Coach Ray chuckled and spoke softly to me:

  "Don't worry," he told me.

  "You don't have to feel embarrassed. You're becoming a man, and what you're doing is completely natural. Hell, I choke my load in here every afternoon, boy."

  I relaxed a bit, but my erection had subsided. I was shaking now, not knowing how to feel. Coach Ray broke the tension, asking me to wash his back. I took the soap from him and he turned his back to me. I stared for a few seconds, unable to touch that beautiful hairy back. But I slowly brought the bar of soap to his strong, chiseled shoulders and began slowly lathering him up. His thick fur felt good under my hands, and I played them over every part of his back, going as slow as possible so that this wonderful task would last.

  Soon, I discovered that my hands were working firmly over his muscles under the hot water, and I could hear his grunts of pleasure as I caressed the hard days work away from him. He placed his arms against the wall in front of him and rested on them as I continued working down his back. I leaned in closer behind him, trying to get more of that strong, sweaty stink emerging from his underarms, and soon I was completely hard again, precum oozing from my head.

  After finishing his back, I fell to my knees instinctively, staring straight into his fur-covered round ass. I lathered up the backs of his thighs, and suddenly realized that his big cock was no longer swinging freely between his legs. He was erect, and I knew it. Nervously, I told him to turn around and rinse. I knew there was no turning back now. I remained on my knees, and when Coach turned around to face me, I was staring into the biggest erection I had ever seen. He was looking down at me with a smile and I knelt there, transfixed by his long, thick man-pole. It stood perfectly erect, the head slightly protruding from his foreskin. I watched in awe as his pisshole slowly crawled out of its hiding place, a huge rope of precum oozing out and hanging from him. I caught it on my finger and slipped it into my mouth, sampling his intimate offering. Coach Ray put a hand around the back of my neck and gently guided my head into his ripe crotch.

  "Just do whatever you can handle, son."

  Now, at my young age, I had seen a few uncut cocks and were intrigued by them. Even my father had packed a nice uncut unit, which I had stolen curious glances at in my younger years when he was nude around the house. But I had no concept of the way an uncircumcised penis worked. An uncircumcised man is a very sensitive one, the foreskin full of nerves that give him an advantage in pleasure. Uncut men tend to emit large amounts of precum because of this added sensitivity, and are constantly oozing, even when soft. The fluids, when allowed to collect under the foreskin for a few days, thicken into a pungent cheesy substance called smegma. For many it is a turnoff. Not every man can handle the pungent, overpowering smell and taste of cock cheese.

  It is a deep commitment to serving that brings a man to his knees before another man, willing and eager to accept any and every natural flavor offered him. I was dedicated that way from the start, sliding my tongue under Coach Ray's skin to sample him. At that moment, I was kneeling there with Coach Ray's big dick in my mouth, in love with cock and with all uncut men. I wrapped my arms around his powerful legs and went down further on him. He pushed his cock deeper, and I could feel his big head filling my throat, sliding in and out of its foreskin inside me. My nose was buried in his pubic hair, his nuts slapping against my chin, and soon Coach let out a throaty moan and began spurting loads of hot semen down my throat.

  I couldn't hold it all, and he pulled out, giving me air and spurting rope after rope of hot sperm into my face and mouth. Coach Ray was in ecstasy as he came, his head thrown back as his whole body shook to drain his nuts on me, and he was muttering things under his breath I could not understand. He picked me up and carried me back to the dressing room, kissing me softly as his come stretched between our mouths. He laid me down on a bench with him, holding me tightly in his sweaty, hairy grasp, and collapsed in sleep on top of me.

  That night Coach Ray and I began a new stage in our relationship, and he took me home with him. I will share the events of that night in my next submission.

  BONDING WITH COACH--PART 2

  Coach Ray and I crawled into his black pickup in the school parking lot. My legs were still shaking and my mind was still racing over the shower-room encounter we had shared just a couple of hours ago. I could not believe it was not a dream. I had actually had sex with the object of all my boy-jerk fantasies, my coach. His semen, now dried, still decorated my face and chest and I could smell his scent on me, and inside the truck. Coach Ray started his truck and we were soon rolling down the street, his strong hand resting on my thigh.

  I was honored that he had chosen me to be with on this night, after all, a man of his looks and magnetism had an unlimited number of entertainment options on a given night. Coach Ray asked me if I was up for a little action, and I told him yes. He asked me if I had ever heard of a bathhouse. I shook my head curiously. He looked at me uncertainly and asked me if it would bother me to be around a lot of naked gay men having sex. I was instantly intrigued, and my adolescent cock began coming to life in my jeans.

  As we drove downtown, Coach explained bathhouses to me. He said that gay men frequented these places to get a workout or Jacuzzi, and to see the local naked men. it was an environment in which gay men had the freedom and privacy to be themselves, to let go of their inhibitions. There were many facilities in the bathhouse where you could have sex openly, and even join in. A man could visit a room which featured porn films, or take a hot steam in the company of naked, sweaty men.

  He could take a swim in the pool to relax after spending hours on his knees sucking cock in the glory hole maze. I listened in amazement, expressing my eagerness to Coach. Coach told me that he felt this would be a growing experience for me, and open me up to a world that he felt I was ready for. In short, he explained, I would walk into this place a boy, and leave it as a man. Before I knew it, we had reached our destination. Coach Ray pulled into the crowded parking lot. He put an arm around my shoulder as we walked toward my newfound manhood.

  I walked with Coach through the front door and into a small room where there was a cashier window. The attendant was a bearded man with no shirt on. He looked me over and then looked at Coach Ray.

  "You know I can't let your friend in here." Coach Ray leaned in toward the window.

  "Now, don't you worry about him. That's my boy and I'm going to look after him". He pushed a hundred dollar bill through a crack under the glass.

  "He's young, I know, but I'm going to be completely responsible for him."

  The attendant pocketed the money and passed a key back to Coach.

  "Room 209", he said. He offered Coach a couple of towels, but Coached raised a declining hand.

  "Don't need 'em." The attendant buzzed us through a big metal door that led to a changing/locker area. This room, in turn, opened to the right into a long, dark corridor lined with rooms on either side. These were private rooms for sex or rest. As we walked down the corridor, Coach pulled me tightly to him. He found our room and opened the door. Once inside, he stripped off his t-shirt, jeans and boots. I got out of my clothes and Coach put his arms around me. I pressed against him, kissing his hairy chest.
He asked me if I felt okay with being there.

  "As long as I'm with you, everything's okay," I responded.

  Now we were at the end of the long hallway, and entering an open shower area. As we passed, I could see two men using the facilities, and further back, in a corner, there was a tall, muscular black man with his back to us. There was another man, who was white, kneeling on the wet tile between his legs, getting mouth-fucked while jerking his own meat. I looked up at Coach Ray as we reached a steamed-over glass door, and he nodded me through. I opened the door, and stepped in, the thick steam immediately enveloping the two of us.

  Coach patted me on the ass, as if telling me it was safe to proceed. Once inside the dimly-lit sauna, I could make out shapes of men sitting on a brick bench that ran all the way around the room. Most of them sat wrapped in towels at the waist, their features obscured in the dense fog. Coach Ray took me by the hand, and led me through the haze, his naked, hairy body glistening with sweat and his nine thick inches swinging proudly between his legs. I could hear his military tags lightly clinking on their chain over the roar of the sauna.

  When we reached a corner, Coach took a seat on the wet bench and I sat beside him, sporting a pretty nice hard-on for a sixteen year old boy. I leaned into Coach, running my hands through his fur-covered shoulders and chest, exploring him. Sweat was breaking out on his smooth bald head. He leaned down and brought his mouth to mine. I buried my mouth in his thick, bushy mustache, and then placed my hand on his cock, squeezing him to a full blown erection as we kissed.