Robert's story:
I had met with MY new roommates at a coffee house. It was a brief meeting and both Roy and Tommy seemed pleased to share their old Victorian house with me. Moving in was just a matter of having a bedroom set delivered and bringing his clothing along a few personal items: television, stereo and his cappuccino-maker. Roy and Tommy helped unload my SUV and then cornered him in the living room.
"So, Roy asked, you're gay right?"
I was taken back by the blunt question and stammered out a kind of reply:
"I always thought most people were somewhere along a scale of 1 to 10 in their sexuality and I guess I'm somewhere in that group."
"Humph", Tommy joined in. "You can't try to balance on that fence forever. You are either gay or you're not."
"Well, maybe I'm a bit confused."
Roy left his chair and sat on the floor in front of me. "I think we can clear up any confusion on your part. Tommy, why don't you get Robert a cup of coffee?" When Tommy returned he handed me a large mug of strong, black coffee. It tasted good, but somehow different. Each sip tasted better and I drained the cup quickly.
Roy said, "Tommy makes great coffee."
He reached over and placed his hand on my thigh. Then Tommy came and sat down next to me. Roy began massaging my thigh while Tommy started to unbutton my shirt.
"Hey, guys, this is getting pretty personal awfully fast."
Roy moved his hand further up my thigh. "We are roommates, you know, and it's important to know where you stand."
Tommy reached inside my shirt and began to play with one of my nipples. In spite of myself, I began to get aroused. Meanwhile, Roy' hand had reached my cock.
"Well, it looks as if a part of you doesn't mind this attention, Robert." He said.
He was right, they were turning me on. There was something about being actively pursued that struck a responsive chord in me. Maybe it was something that had its origins in my childhood, when so many people initiated sex with me. I could feel my cock becoming hard and Roy smiled and began massaging what had become a raging hard-on.
"Well, we seem to be making progress, Tommy, but we need to take this a bit further. Why don't we all o into my room and relax on my nice king-sized bed."
They both stood up, each took an arm and they led me into Roy's room. I have to admit, I didn't put up a struggle. I was turned on. My mind was trying to make some sense out of things that were happening far too fast. When we got to the bed, they both peeled their clothes off and began to undress me. Tommy got my shirt and Roy took my pants and briefs. Then they gently pushed me back onto the bed. One on each side, they began to caress my breasts. My nipples immediately became hard. So far, I had done nothing, but I was beginning to notice they both had great bodies. Roy was somewhat tan, buff and muscular, while Tommy had soft, creamy skin and absolutely no hair anywhere. I was somewhere in between, with an olive complexion that came from my Sephardic Jewish parents.
Without a word, Tommy leaned over and kissed me on the lips. He used his tongue to pry them open and the next thing I knew, he had his tongue in my mouth. I responded to his kiss, while Roy began kissing my stomach. His kisses slowly moved down toward my erect cock. When he kissed the head, I could not stifle a low moan of pleasure. He took me deeply into his mouth and began to gently move up and down the entire eight inches.
Meanwhile, Tommy had began sucking on one of my nipples.
Suddenly, Roy straightened up, tapped Tommy on the arm and said, "OK, that's enough for now." They both stood up and looked down at me with satisfied smiles.
Roy said, "Well, you look pretty funny lying there alone with a hard-on. Still confused about whether you're gay? Two men have just spend the last few minutes getting you ready to explode.
I was stunned. "What are you guys trying to prove, that you can get me aroused? Well, you did, but that doesn't prove anything,"
Roy and Tommy looked at each other and smiled. "Well, what do we do with him now?" Tommy asked. "Plan B", Roy responded.
Roy jumped onto the bed and straddled my chest, while Tommy moved between my legs and took my still-hard cock in his mouth. He just held it there, not moving. Roy leaned forward and pushed his cock into my mouth. It all happened so quickly I was taken completely by surprise. Suddenly, I was being fucked in the mouth with a long, fat cock.
"Suck it, baby", Roy whispered. "Suck it and Tommy will complete what I started."
I was so hot and in need of release by this point, I would have done anything. I began to move my tongue all around the head and part of the shaft. Then Roy started moving slowly back and forth, fucking my mouth. When Tommy saw I was cooperating, he moved his mouth all the way down my shaft until he had the head buried in his throat. This was the first time anyone had ever deep-throated me. The effect was amazing. A hot, wet mouth and throat had engulfed my cock and was slowly moving up and down. My entire body was on fire, I was so sexually aroused, I began to work on Roy's cock like a man possessed. I wanted his cum! I wanted to taste the thick, salty man-juice and feel it run down my throat. I would have never believed I would desire that so much.
We were all totally engrossed in our three-way sex. I could feel myself climbing toward a climax and it seemed to grow and grow. With my mouth filled with Roy's cock, I could only moan as I emptied my sperm into Tommy mouth and throat. Five or six spurts of my cum drained me completely and Tommy didn't lose a drop. He sucked and swallowed like my cum was the finest ambrosia and he continued to hold me cock in his mouth long after I was completely spent.
Then I could feel Roy's pace quicken. Now that I had had such a massive orgasm, I wasn't quite as enthusiastic about continuing with Roy, but I had no choice He was using my mouth to build to a climax and he erupted with an incredible blast of hot semen. He came so hard, his sperm hit the back of my throat I almost choked. I pulled back a bit so that I had more room in my mouth to accept his cum. It was sweet, hot and salty. I discovered that I liked it. I rolled the last of it around in my mouth to taste it like a fine wine and only reluctantly swallowed the last of it.
Roy and Tommy moved to either side of me and that was the last thing I remembered that day. When I woke up the next morning, Roy and Tommy were gone. I was under the covers in a darkened room. I pulled the covers back, stood up and sat right back down. I felt a little lightheaded. As the mists began to clear, I found my way into the hall and the bathroom. When I turned on the lights, I noticed something about me was different. My breast seemed a bit swollen and my hair was a little longer than I remember it. Maybe I was overdue for a haircut and I guessed all that sex-play last night made my breasts a little swollen and tender.
That was one way to look at it. Another possibility didn't occur to me until later.
Stay tuned. There's more.
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