Trio Fantasy Session Gay Sex

by Matthew John Carmona

  Another hour went by and nothing had changed. By now, my balls were starting to ache and it looked like there was no end in sight. I wasn't about to give up watching, though! He began to stir and ended up laying on his side. Once again, that cock was pushing its way out of those shorts. He stretched and I could see his hard on throbbing- much like mine was. Still on his side, he reached behind himself to get a beer out of his cooler. It was a beautiful sight.

  I reached down and put my hand in the hole in my shorts. I ran my fingers up and down the length of my eight inch cut shaft, pausing when I reached the head (already soaked in pre-cum). He took a swig of his beer and then looked right at me. There was no getting out of this one, it was too obvious. Caught with my hands in my shorts. He drank from his beer again and continued looking at me. I was mesmerized.

  Such dark, mysterious, sexy eyes. Not missing a beat (or a stroke) I looked at his crotch again. He was still hard and I could see a glistening bead of pre-cum on the head of his cock. He put his hand down there and touched his wetness, bringing his finger to his mouth and licking it seductively. That was too much. I couldn't hold back any longer. My hips thrusting in time with the hand stroking my cock, I let out a soft groan and shot my load into my shorts. It was such a relief to feel the hot stickiness finally, even though my balls were still hurting.

  He had a slight smile on his face and I noticed that he was rubbing his own cock ever so subtly. He pulled it out a little more from his shorts and I could see it was at least nine inches, cut. He leaned his head back and I could see him shudder. His load came out in streams on the chair he was in. He shook it once and then rolled back over on his stomach. Smiling, he gave a small, barely noticeable wave my way and hiked his shorts up again.

  I was still hard, but the ringing of the phone diminished it. Work again. They'd caught one of my employees shoplifting and the police wanted to ask me some questions. Hmm... Men in uniform... Guess I'd better get cleaned up and head to the store.

  Requesting a Raise From the Boss

  I was working late one evening. I noticed that my boss, Mr. Jacobsen, was also working late. I was planning to talk to him about a raise. Since we were both working late, I decided there was no better time than the present.

  His door was open, so I poked my head inside and asked if I could have a minute of his time. "Sure Ben, come on in. I didn't realize anyone else was still here."

  "I was just finishing up some reports," I said as I entered his office, closing the door behind me. I knew we were probably the only people in the office but I didn't want to take any chances.

  "So, what's on your mind?"

  "Well, Mr. Jacobsen, I've been with the company for three years now. I have been working hard and I am here to ask for a raise." I proceeded to tell him all the reasons why I felt that I deserved a raise.

  "I see. When are you due for you next review Ben?"

  "Not for another six months."

  He didn't say anything. He just sat there looking at me. He elbows rested on the arms of his chair with the fingertips of both hands touching. After several minutes, he pushed his chair back and stood up. He walked around to the front of the desk, slipping his hands into his pockets as he walked. When he was directly in front of me he stopped and leaned against the desk. He was now only about a foot in front of me.

  "You see Ben, I don't give raises easily. You have given me some good reasons for giving you a raise, but you see I only give raises to those individuals who go above and beyond. You have proven that you are a hard worker, but I am not sure you have proven that you are willing to go the extra mile when needed."

  "Unless I am given the opportunity how can I prove that I am willing to go the "extra mile"? I think my work shows the I have stepped up to several challenges and succeeded. What else can I do?"

  "That is for you to figure out." That's all he said. I just sat there trying to figure out my next words. I had prepared a very good list of the reasons why I should get a raise, but I was not prepared for this situation. Then I noticed some movement. While trying to not be obvious I looked at the movement that had caught my eye. Mr. Jacobsen's hand was moving inside his pocket. He was playing with himself. I couldn't believe this was happening.

  Wait a minute! Is this how he wants me to earn my raise. I looked again, more obvious this time, and his hand was still moving above his crotch. I looked up into Mr. Jacobsen's face. There was a very subtle grin on his face. I knew what I had to do if I wanted my raise.

  I had no problems with the idea of servicing this man. He was gorgeous. Mr. Jacobsen was around 45 years old. He had short dark hair with a light touch of gray on the temples. He had a nice trimmed mustache and piercing blue eyes. He was a little over six feet tall and in great shape.

  I let my eyes fall on his crotch again. I have always wondered what we in those perfectly pressed dress slacks, now it looked like I was going to find out. I slipped off my chair and onto my knees. My hands were on his zipper in no time. I found the tab and pulled the zipper down. I reached inside his fly and grabbed his semi-hard cock through his boxers. It was a nice thick cock. My hand found the fly on the boxers and after a little struggle pulled his cock free. It was only have hard and was already over seven inches long. I gave his cock a few strokes while my other hand found and freed his balls.

  Mr. Jacobsen removed his hands from his pockets and placed them on the edge of the desk. I lowered my mouth to the head of his cock. I let my tongue play around the head, darting into the slit. His cock had now reached its full eight and half inches. Me left hand still held his large balls. I gave them a squeeze and Mr. Jacobsen moaned. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked it deep. I took the entire length of his cock down my throat. I could feel every vein as my tongue slid over them.

  I started rolling his balls around in my left hand while my mouth slid up and down the length of his throbbing cock. Mr. Jacobsen never said a word, just watched as I worked on his cock. I let his cock fall from my mouth. I took one ball into my mouth, nibbling ever so gently. I let it fall from my mouth and moved to the other one. His balls were too large to take them both into my mouth at the same time, so I worked on them one at a time. After a minute or two of sucking on his balls I returned to his cock.

  I had only been sucking on his cock for a few more seconds when he stopped me.

  "Stand up Ben."

  I was a little puzzled. I stood up and looked at Mr. Jacobsen. He was completely dressed except for his spit coated cock and balls sticking out the front of his slacks.

  "Take off your clothes."

  I didn't say anything. I started to remove my clothes. Mr. Jacobsen was still completely dressed. He still leaned against the desk. He started to stroke his cock as he watched me undress. I tossed my clothes onto the chair where I had been sitting. Soon I was completely naked, my own seven inches standing at attention.

  Mr. Jacobsen stood up and moved away from his desk. He walked back around to his chair and sat down. "You may continue now."

  There was something very exciting about the fact that he was still completely dressed, only his cock and balls exposed. I walked around the desk and got down on my knees between his legs. I took his cock in my hand and guided it to my mouth again. This time as I sucked on his cock, Mr. Jacobsen's hands explored my body. They played with my hair, caressed my cheeks and neck. He also caressed my back while I devoured his cock.

  "OK, that's enough of that," he said as he pulled my head off his cock. He reached over and pulled open a drawer on his desk. He pulled out a tube of lotion. "Stand up and turn around," he instructed. I did as he said. He pushed me in the back so that I bent over at the waist. I put my hands on my knees to balance myself. My ass was now fully exposed to Mr. Jacobsen.

  "Hmm, nice." His hand was massaging my ass cheek. He removed his hand and I could hear him squirt some lotion onto it. I felt a finger covered in lotion pressed against my hole. He worked the lotion around the outside of my hole before letting his finger slip inside. He
worked the finger in and out of my ass. After a few seconds he removed the finger. I heard another squirt of lotion. This time I felt two fingers massaging my hole. With a little push they slipped inside. He worked my hole with the two fingers until he was satisfied. He pulled the fingers out of my ass.

  "OK, get me wet again," he instructed. He wiped the excess lotion from his fingers with a tissue and tossed it into the wastebasket. I turned around and bent over his cock, taking it into my mouth. I worked on getting it extra wet this time. "That's good. Now sit on it."

  I didn't need to be told twice. I just had to figure out the best way to accomplish this task. Mr. Jacobsen was sitting on the front edge of the chair and leaned back so that he was practically lying on an incline. I figured I had two choices. One, straddle his legs and sit down facing away from him. The other option was to straddle the chair while facing him. I knew I was flexible enough so I decided to give the second position a try. I walked forward and straddled the arms of the chair. I placed my hands on the arms so that I was holding myself above his cock.

  Mr. Jacobsen just smiled. He took his cock in his hand and aimed it at my waiting hole. Once I felt that he had it in the correct position, I lowered myself down. I felt the head of his cock trying to push into my hole. I was afraid this position might not work, when the head popped in. Once the head was inside, I started to lower myself down until I had his entire cock inside me. I could feel the fabric of his slacks against my ass. I just sat there for a minute getting used to it. I looked into Mr. Jacobsen face. He was smiling broadly.

  He reached up and grabbed the back of my head. He pulled my head toward him until our mouths met. His tongue started to explore my mouth. I gripped the arms of the chair and lifted myself up. Using my legs and arms, I started to raise and lower myself on his cock. Our mouths were locked together, tongues wrestling with each other.

  I felt Mr. Jacobsen's hand slide in between our bodies until it found my cock. He started stroking it. I was so hot that I was afraid that I would shoot too quickly. I broke off our kiss and leaned back until I was straight up and down. This gave him more room to work on my cock. I knew I was getting close and was about to warn Mr. Jacobsen when he stopped stroking me.

  "Let's try something else." He wrapped his arms around my lower back. He drew his feet back until they were under his legs. He then leaned forward and stood up, lifting me with him. His cock still embedded in my ass. Once he was standing, he kicked the chair away from us. He turned and laid me on his desk. I was now lying on my back on his desk with my legs in the air. He took my legs and placed my ankles on his shoulders.

  He started to fuck my ass. Slowly at first, then picking up the speed. When he was going slowly, I was fine. Once he started picking up speed I found myself sliding on the desk. I grabbed the edge of the desk and held on to keep me from sliding away from him. Once Mr. Jacobsen realized I wasn't going to slide anymore he started fucking me harder. His cock was ramming into my ass. My own cock was throbbing for release. Mr. Jacobsen had me on the edge once. I couldn't let go of the desk to relieve myself. Mr. Jacobsen must have realized my predicament because he took my cock in his hand again. He started to stroke my cock in time with each thrust into my ass. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

  I started to squeeze my ass around Mr. Jacobsen's cock. He let out a loud moan. I felt my balls draw up tight and new I was about to cum.

  "Oh god. I'm gonna shoot." I half whispered. I bit my lip to keep from shouting out. My cock exploded spraying cum all over my chest and stomach. I knew that my clenched tight when I shot and that's all it took to take Mr. Jacobsen over the edge. He drove deep into my ass and started shooting, filling my ass with his load. After the first a few seconds, he slowly started to move in and out again. He was moving very slowly savoring the feel of my ass clenching his draining cock. Finally, he pulled his cock out of my ass. He was still rock hard and his cock glistened.

  "Now, here's your test Ben. Clean me off good." I looked at his cock. It was coated with his load. I was still covered with my own load.

  I climbed off the desk and dropped to my knees. "This raise is mine," I thought as I took his cock into my mouth and started to suck his load off it. I didn't stop until it was completely clean. His cock was still rock hard.

  "I think I could go again. What do you think Ben?" He retrieved his chair and sat down again. He leaned back in his chair, his hard cock still sticking out the front of his slacks. I was amazed that his slacks looked as neat and clean as when I first came in. "Feel like sucking another load out of me?"

  I didn't say a word. I dropped to my knees in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. I could feel my load drying on my chest, but I didn't care. I wasn't going to stop until I tasted his load. After I had finished draining his cock of its second load I started getting dressed. My load had completely dried now. I figured I would just take a shower when I got home.

  "Well Ben, I think you have proven that you are willing to go the extra mile. What do you say we meet again tomorrow night to discuss this raise?

  "Sure. What time do you want to meet? "

  "Same place, same time?"

  "My pleasure Mr. Jacobsen."

  Not only did I get a nice raise, but Mr. Jacobsen and I started having weekly after hour meetings. Sometimes, we would have a couple a week.

  David's Frat Initiation Tale

  My name is David and my story started about 2 1/2 years ago when I was 16. My dad died when I was 9 and since then I have been very close to my older cousin Evan. At the time Evan was president of his Fraternity.

  Now I'm 5'11" 155 bown hair and grey eyes. I am a gymnast and the rings are my specialty. Because of that I have a nicely developed upper body. I have good pecs with quarter sized nipples that are the same shade of light pink as my lips. I am considered very nice looking but I was reluctant to accept that as i was an ugly duckling. I had worked on my body to develop it but nature had straighten out my looks. However when I looked in the mirror I still saw that awkward kid staring back at me..

  The summer before my senior year in high school I confided to Evan that I thought I was gay. He was very supportive but doubted that I was. I hadn't ever touched another boy but then neither had I touched a girl. I discretely looked around in the locker room, taking in the sights and wanted to fool around with some of the better looking boys, but didn't know how to make it happen without getting beat up. Evan told me that many times when guys are pledging a frat they have to partake in various gay sex acts. I told him that I had heard that and in fact had several fantasies concerning that. He questioned me on particulars and I told him of some erotic gay stories on that subject I had read and beat off to. I also told him about a friend whose brother had been through some of those things and had recorded them in a secret journal that wasn't so secret.Evan told me that when the time came I would have my chance to explore these desires and in such a way that would free me of any responsibilities for my actions, ie I had to for the frat. When I headed off to college I followed to the University of Miami where Evan had graduated the year before. I had no idea that Evan had set things up for me and was thrilled that I was tapped to join his old fraternity.

  All of the guys including the new pledges were nice looking with decent bodies. When we were about a week away from hell week we were given our first instructions. To purify ourselves for initiation we were not to beat off for one whole week. Damn, that was going to be tough. I usually beat off at least twice a day and with all the flesh I was being exposed to in the dorm usually it was 3 or 4 times a day. Some of the other pledges had also said to me how tough this was and how would we ever get through that. Little did any of us know that, THAT would be the least of it. On the Thursday before hell week started the next evening we were given sealed packages of clothes we were to wear to the meeting. On Friday after classes I showered making sure I was as clean as possible. I returned to my room and opened up my package, The instructions said we were to wear our own sneakers but
nothing other than these contents. There was one oversized white t shirt. One pair of thin white cotton shorts. There was also white briefs and athletic shorts. When I put on the briefs I soon saw that these were boys briefs at least two sizes too small. They barely covered my pubes and were stretched so thin as to be transparent. The athletic shirt was also too small and came only as low on my body as mid rib cage. My pecs were outlined distinctly.

  I put on the shorts and then the oversize tee and headed to the frat house. I was soon glad for the oversize tee as the briefs had ridden up into my ass crack and were like a thong. That stimulation and me being so horny after a week without release caused to to get hard, so I was glad for the covering of the tee.

  When I got to the frat house I was greeted by actives who also wore regular tees and white shorts and if I wasn't crazy they had nothing on underneath. Maybe it was just my imagination.When we all arrived we were given one last chance to back out. Nobody did. We were then blindfolded. We were told that as a sign in our trust we would have to eat something nasty and swallow it without complaining. I opened my mouth but instead of a nasty taste it turned out to be applesauce. But with something gritty in it. For the next hour or so we were told the history of out frat and all the rules. Then we were told that now as a sign of our devotion to our future brothers and fellow pledges we must do everything asked of us for the next day. When we all agreed our blindfolds were removed.

  As our eyes became accustomed to the light again Ryan the pledge-master told us to remove our oversize tees and shorts. We all looked quite ridiculous in the undersized underwear. All the actives laughed and mocked us. Ryan said that this just wouldn't do and instructed the actives to remove our underwear for us. Hands were placed palm down on our bodies and our a-shirts were slid up and off and our briefs were slid down. All the while we were being felt up and caressed and squeezed. Well naturally it didn't take much to make horny boys who hadn't jacked off in a week hard.