Chapter 1: Niagara Falls.
I had a week between my junior year in college at a University in Philly and a summer job on a ranch in Lexington, Wyoming, and so was taking my 15-year-old Toyota pickup planning on seeing some of the sights along the way. I was white, 20, 6', 180 lbs., 7" cut, bi, and at that point in my life, a total top. (And I still am white, and 7" cut, and more gay than bi, and no longer a total top, but still weigh 180 give or take, and I was athletic then, and am still athletic now.)
My mother had died of cancer when I was in high school, my father had remarried only a year later to his long time secretary, and moved to Florida, and although we got on well, we were not as close as we were earlier on. He was paying part of my college expenses: student loans, and my working paid the rest.
I had never seen Niagara Falls, so that was my destination for the first day. It was the first week of June, classes and baseball were done, the weather was fine, and Niagara Falls was almost all families and, honeymooners, almost all hetero, but a few same sex couples, both male and female. Looking for a motel on line I found one that "specialized" in clothing optional in the pool, and on the deck. It was inexpensive, so there I went.
I checked in, went out to the pretty small pool, but it was clean, and there were two couples there, one male, one male/female. All nude. Plenty of signs, the usual "No lifeguard on duty", but also a "No bodily fluids in the pool, menstruating women must wear bottoms", "No glass containers", and others we have all seen before in motel pools.
We all talked a while, the pool was too small to really swim, the hetero couple went inside, he was about 5'6", she maybe 5'2", he had a very muscular, hard body, she was very good looking, shaved bush, blonde, medium tits, over all a handsome couple. The male couple were in their 40's, had been together for over 10 years, but had just gotten married. Barry was about 5' 6", heavy, not obese, but no Adonis, lots of dark hair on his chest, and shoulders, an uncut cock, looked about average under the water, darkish skin, maybe Greek, or Italian, small mustache, 5 o'clock shadow elsewhere, and black hair, down to the top of his shoulders.
Claude was about 6', my height, and very attractive, blonde, very white skin, long thin cut cock, maybe about 175 lbs., small balls, or that could have just been shrinkage from the pool. He was clean shaven, and balding on top, his body hair was thin and blonde, almost non-existent except around his nips, a treasure trail, and on his legs.
Once the hetero couple was gone, Claude let his leg move over to rest on mine, under water, and I did not move away, but moved mine against his. And, of course, I got a semi, and was reasonably sure that Claude did as well. He took my hand and put it on his cock, I had no doubt what was up!
Barry left to take a piss, and Claude asked if I wanted to play with them, the basic rule being that I had to pay as much attention to Barry as to him, since they knew to most other guys, Barry was not as attractive.
"But, you said you just got married," I said.
"No problem, I promised Barry a wedding present and you are just right for the part."
That was ok by me, I kind of liked guys with some mass to them, I love hairy chests, and cock size was, and still is, of interest, but a so-what as far as play goes. My deal was I didn't get fucked, but was ok with most of the rest of vanilla gay play.
We went in to their room. One king sized bed, and right in the middle, there was Barry, nude, with a hardon, average size, sticking straight up, not along his belly as happens with most guys who are lying on their backs. "Want to sit on this?" he asked me.
Claude answered for me, "He is a top, does not get fucked, but I will sit on it," and he did. He took just enough time to lube up. He was facing Barry and said to me, "There are condoms on the desk, put one on (I was hard already having seen what I had seen), lube up, and put it in my ass along with Barry's"
There were no preliminaries, it was just right down to business. I did, and amazing to me, never having done a double penetration like this before, it went into Claude with very little resistance.
It was great feeling Barry's cock rubbing against mine inside Claude's hole, which he had great control over, tightening down off and on, and them moving carefully so that neither of us slipped out. He and Barry were kissing and making love noises to each other, I was left out a little, but it did not matter, it felt so good. Both Barry and Claude made it a point to tell me how good it felt to them to have a 3rd guy involved. It turned out that it was Claude's wedding present to Barry, to find a young, athletic guy, to do a DP with him in Barry's ass.
I was close, I told them, Barry said, "Pull out, take off the rubber, and cum in my mouth." So, I did. Barry transferred the cum to Claude, and they swished it back and forth a few times. Claude then got off of Barry and we all laid down, Barry in the middle, and all still hard - they had not cum and I was 20. We played a while, cocks in hands, cocks in mouths, nips in mouths, getting acquainted, but nobody came.
"We are only good for one cum anymore,", said Claude, "let's get something to eat, and then come back and play some more." They insisted on paying for my supper at the diner across the street, and there was a lot of foot and hand play under the table, I think I was hard the whole time, and there certainly was a big wet spot of precum on my jeans (I usually go commando) when we left the restaurant.
I was in sex heaven, they both played with my cock and balls, and pecs, if I am really horny sometimes I can cum with just having my pecs and nips played with, and they knew how. Barry liked his nips worked, Claude liked his balls licked, I loved being rimmed, but not fucked, and we did it all. I came twice more, they each came once and we called it a night. They took each other's cum, and mine, whenever it showed up and transferred it back, mouth to mouth each time, something that never appealed to me.
That was it, except that I woke up at 2 am, hard again, and had to JO at the memories to be able to go back to sleep. We met for breakfast at the diner, and I had planned to hit the road for Chicago, maybe I would find another adventure, and story to tell, they were staying a few more days, it was, after all, their honeymoon. Having had a full night of sex, I was not as horny as usual, and thought I would just sight-see a while before I left, in the Buffalo/Rochester area, but by 7:PM, I had only gotten to Rochester, and I was horny again. I checked into an inexpensive motel in Rochester and asked the desk clerk for recommendations, he suggested I go to the gay bathhouse, since I had never been to one before - keep in mind I was 20 and there were no such places in Philly where I grew up, and I was going to college.
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