College m/m/m oral anal
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I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 11
After Chris's first fuck, things were back to normal in our room. No, they were much better than normal. We were the guys we'd used to be with each other -- casual, joking, exchanging stories and gripes and whatever was on our minds. But we were also the guys who'd been on that make-shift double bed in the middle of the room. We were college students who had to study, go to classes, and, in my case, go to work. But we always found time for a sweet kiss here and there. We always watched each other as we dressed or undressed. We jacked off to porn on the internet. And we had nice long sessions of sucking and fucking. His first fuck had been as exciting for me as it had been for him. I loved knowing that this beautiful, sweet guy was deep inside me.
Chris didn't know about Terry or Zach. That is, he didn't know specifically that there were others in the dorm -- or how many of them there were -- but I'm sure he figured out that I was getting other cock, too. Actually, I wasn't getting as much of Terry or Zach as I had been; they seemed to have latched onto each other quickly.
He didn't know about Frank at all. We weren't working the same shift at the library anymore, but we managed to find afternoons we could spend at his house. We were lying next to each other on one of those afternoons, my ass still pulsing from the fuck he'd given me. We were quiet for a while as we recovered, then I felt his hand on my cock. Just holding it, as he did sometimes. I did that, too. Our cocks were our connection with each other. I was fully relaxed, then I jerked my head a bit. There was an idea up there. But I had to think about it. Of course, it made my cock get hard in Frank's hand, and the more he stroked it slowly, the more I thought it was a great idea.
"Frank," I said, turning to him. "I know this guy. He might be interested in a threesome."
That got his attention! He wanted to know who it was, but all I told him was that he was a guy in the dorm. I couldn't say anything specific about Chris; that wouldn't be fair to Chris. Of course, no one on campus knew that Frank was gay, either. Frank was enthusiastic about the idea, and I told him I'd talk to the guy and see if he'd like the three of us get together.
Chris was really hesitant about it. He'd never had sex with anyone other than me, and there was no one in the whole world who knew he was gay except me. I didn't tell him who Frank was, but I told him that he was a nice guy, deep in the closet, and that he loved sex. Chris grinned at this. I didn't say it, but with that remark, of course, he knew that Frank and I had been getting it on for a while. I explained the circumstances -- off campus, in a house, absolutely private. And he finally agreed. I got the word to Frank, and we settled on a time.
The night before, Chris was clearly a little nervous about the next afternoon. We pulled our mattresses together and held each other, spent a little time doing 69, then sucked each other off. I loved knowing that my cum was deep in his belly. We talked then about the next afternoon, and we slept in each other's arms.
Frank looked hot when he opened the door. "Come on in, guys." He was wearing a tight t-shirt and shorts and was barefoot. It turned out that Frank and Chris had been in the same history class last semester; they'd just not known each other's names. I could see Chris relax. Frank led us upstairs to his room, but he stopped and turned to us before entering.
"A house rule. We strip and don't dress again until the afternoon is over. Everybody is naked, all the time." He grinned.
Chris said, "When in Rome..." and began to undress.
Frank and I started pulling things off, and I watched the two guys look each other over. Every bit of skin was revealed. Both were hard by the time we were all naked. Their eyes were fastened on each other's dicks. They stood there, two beautiful guys, their dicks pointing at each other.
"Uh... hey, you two horny guys," I grinned. "We just going to stand here and look?"
Frank led us into his room and plopped down on the bed, lying on one elbow. His cock was standing straight out. Chris and I followed him, and I lay next to Frank. Chris sat next to me, a little uncertain. But Frank reached over and got him by the arm and pulled him over on top of both of us. Suddenly, we were three, naked, horny guys rolling all over each other, grabbing and touching and laughing like kids. We wound up about where we'd started, with me partially on Frank and Chris on both of us.
I reached down for Chris' dick, not fully hard now. And Frank moved his head over me to get to Chris. They deep kissed right in front of my face as I gently stroked Chris, who quickly became as hard as a rock.
They fell away from each other, and Frank moved down, stretching over me to get Chris' cock. He brushed my hand aside and began to play with it as Chris and I began one of our long, deep, passionate kisses. His hand was on my cock now, and we pressed together a tightly as we could and still leave Frank room to suck. Chris and I pulled away, a little uncomfortable in this position.
"You know," I said. "You two really should get to know each other's cock." I grinned. "69 is a nice way to get acquainted."
They readjusted themselves and got to it. Frank's back was to me. I moved a bit so I could watch as I stroked Frank's back and ass. I watched Frank's tongue lick all over Chris' cock; then his lips opened and he began to suck. I slid my palm from Frank's back, down to his ass, and on down to his thigh. He really had beautiful legs. I couldn't see Frank's cock in Chris' mouth because of Frank's shoulder, so I moved a bit more. I was loving this show! I moved my finger into Frank's crack and rubbed his pucker. I could hear him moan over Chris' cock. Frank raised his leg so Chris could move more easily to his balls. I knew how much Chris loved to lick and suck balls. Chris did the same thing, and Frank moved to lick balls, too.
I lay down on my side with my head at Frank's shoulders. I pressed into him and lay my cock right against the crack of his ass. I rubbed it and pressed it into his crack, feeling some of my precum ooze out and knowing that Frank could feel it, too. I raised my head a bit, and I was in the perfect position to hump Frank's ass while I watched Chris' cock slide in and out of Frank's mouth. Both guys were making little sounds now, and my dick pulsed against the warmth of Frank's ass.
They rolled back from each other, with Frank winding up almost on top of me. I rolled over him to get my mouth on Chris' dick, and Frank pushed my hips closer to Chris' face. I could taste Frank's precum on that familiar cock in my mouth, and it made my cock pulse even harder as Chris sucked it in. Frank began doing what I'd been doing to him, running his hand over my back, then down to my ass and thigh. He leaned in while he was stroking my thigh to kiss around the back of my neck. I felt his lips and tongue there as Chris' cock slid through my lips. Frank's finger moved to my ass then, and, still giving me little kisses on the back of my neck, his finger massaged my pucker.
Frank, remembering our fun with his buddy Scott, whispered, "Circle suck."
We moved. I kept my face at Chris' cock, so Frank began to suck me. Chris began to suck Frank. I could visualize the circle we made, cock to mouth, cock to mouth, cock to mouth. I reached through Chris' thighs to stroke his ass as I sucked his dick. Then I let his dick slide out of my mouth and moved to his balls. Chris' balls are wonderful. They're big, and the sac that holds them is big, too. He has very little hair on his balls, and it's like licking and sucking silk.
We were each moaning and sighing our pleasure. Our three voices were soft, muffled by the dicks in our mouths, and listening to that music made my cock throb in Frank's mouth. I felt Frank readjust himself a bit, and his finger was soon in my crack, searching for my puckerhole. I moaned louder when he found it and pressed it with the pad of his finger. I could feel Chris' body move, too, and soon the tenor of Frank's moans changed. I don't know what Chris was doing, but Frank sure loved it.
I don't know how sex smells. I read about people smelling "sex," and I'm not sure what they mean. I've never smelled anything in particular except the guy I was with. If there is such a thing, the smell of sex must have filled that room! Cocks throbbing, tongues licking, mouths slurping, assholes pulsing -- I guess there had to be some smell in the air. I loved the scent in my face -- Chris' cock and balls. If that's the smell of "sex," then I love it. I shoved my face into Chris' crotch even more, inhaling and licking everything I could reach.
"Guys..." Frank's voice was muffled by Chris' cock in it. I felt Chris move a little. "Guys," Frank, "I am so fucking horny right now I just have to cum. I'll die if I don't. Let's cum -- we've got all afternoon to play."
Chris and I didn't answer, we just sucked harder. The sounds of slurping became a little louder, our bodies became a little more tense. I was being sucked deeply into Frank's mouth, and I was doing the same for Chris. How I loved his dick! By now I knew every pore of it, every spot he loved to have touched by fingers or lips or tougue. I sucked eagerly now, anxious to give him a great cum, anxious to feel it...
I was so familiar with his body, I could tell when he was almost there. I sucked a couple more times, then quickly pulled his cock out and jacked him with my hand. I felt and heard Frank gasp as he came for Chris. Chris' dick pulsed in my hand as I held it in front of my face. Frank sucked me so hard my orgasm made the middle of my body jerk. But I held on to the cock in my hand. And I got what I wanted. Chris first shot of his cream landed on my cheek and trailed down over my lips. Another shot hit the same cheek, but trailed over my nose. I felt the heat and moisture of his cum slapping against me again and again. He gasped loudly with another huge shot, and I felt it land on my tongue and lips. I kept stroking him until he was done and his moans became softer and faded away.
My face was covered with the warm cum he'd shot on me. I rolled back, my midsection aching from the force of my own shots into Frank's mouth. The three of us just lay there a little bit, then I felt Frank shift.
"Holy shit!" he said. "Look, Chris. It's all over his face. Your cum!"
I smiled but didn't say anything. I could feel some of the cum moving across my lips. I kept them open slightly as Frank looked in to see cum on my tongue. Chris turned around, and his face was right next to Frank's, looking at the way he'd painted my face. He grinned and moved down to lick some off my cheek. Frank copied his movement and licked my other cheek. I closed my eyes and enjoyed two hot tongues, as they feasted on the sex Chris had shot all over my face. A tongue across my nose. A tongue on my chin. A tongue across my forehead. Finally, as though they'd saved the best for last, a tongue on my lips and into my mouth. I knew it was Chris; I know his tongue. Then it pulled away, and I felt Frank's tongue on me, on my lips, into my mouth, over my tongue. He kissed me deeply, moving the taste of Chris' cum down into my mouth. Then he pulled away to let Chris do the same.
I kept my eyes closed and felt the bed shift as they fell back. Someone was against my thigh on one side, and an arm was across my belly from the other. Breaths came and went. Pants slowly changed into sighs. Then silence.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Chris whispered. I opened my eyes and turned to him. He was on his belly; it was his hand reaching across mine. Our faces moved closer, and we enjoyed a very soft, gentle kiss.
Finally, Frank moved, sitting up. "We need strength for later," he grinned. "Let's go get something to eat."
"What?" Chris turned his face to him. "Eat?" He laughed. "I've just had a bellyful of cum!"
"He's right, " I said. "I mean, let's take a little break here, okay? I'll be ready for more, but I want ro recover a bit."
We got up off the bed, and Frank led us out into the hallway. Chris reached down for the briefs he'd left there.
"Nope," Frank grinned, stopping Chris' hand. "House rule, remember? Naked."
"Go naked down there?" I asked. "Isn't that a little... risky?"
"Not really," Frank said. "We'll use the back stairs to the kitchen, and nobody can see in those windows. Just don't go into the front of the house; that's where we could be seen." He saw Chris' hesitation -- well, mine, too. "Come on, guys. I run around naked down there all the time -- well, when there's nobody but me here."
So we followed a naked Frank down some stairs. I came last so I could watch both of them. I love naked! We entered the kitchen from the side.
"We're okay here and in the breakfast room," he said, pointing.
He pulled some lunchmeat and stuff out, and we stood around an island in the middle of the kitchen, putting our sandwiches together. Frank got some drinks and motioned us over to the table in what he'd called the breakfast room. So we moved, dicks swinging and asses jiggling. We sat on the chairs around a table -- naked -- and ate lunch! The sun was shinning in through the thin curtains, and each of us was painted with sunshine. It was a glass-topped table, and we could see each other from the waist down through the table. Wierd. Munching on a sandwich, looking a a guy's naked body striped with sunshine, looking at a guy's dick through the table. But we were grinning.
"You eat naked a lot?" Chris asked.
Frank swallowed and answered, "Every chance I get. I love being naked. Wish I could be naked all the time."
What a lunch! I could look at these two gorgeous guys I'd just had sex with, my eyes playing over their shoulders, their nipples, the bellies, their dicks, their thighs. The three of us never stopped grinning except when getting another mouthful.
We took what was left over and put everything away. Moving through a kitchen completely naked -- with two naked buddies -- was making me horny again. We went back up the stairs. This time Chris managed to be last, and I wiggled my ass at him as I climbed. He reached out once and slapped a cheek.
"I got to piss," Frank said when we got into the hallway.
"Yeah, me, too," Chris agreed.
"Then let's do something else I've always wanted to do," Frank grinned. "Let's piss together."
We stood around the toilet, and soon three strong streams of piss were hitting the water.
"I don't know why," Frank said as we pissed. "But this turns me on big time."
When Frank had shaken the last drop off, Chris reached over and grabbed his dick.
Our dicks were all soft now, but they began to stiffen. Frank leaned into Chris and kissed him; I could see their jaws moving as their tongues worked together. I wasn't surprised, when they turned around, to see that both dicks were hard again. And I was, too. We went across the hallway -- stepping over our clothes -- and into Frank's room. Frank turned and opend his arms for Chris, and the two began another long, deep kiss.
"You, too," Frank muttered into Chris' mouth. And he reached over and pulled me closer.
I watched their tongues for a minute, and then I really wanted tongue, too. I moved my face close enough that Frank could turn and lick my tongue. I felt Chris' tongue on my cheek, and turned to lick into his mouth deeply. We were so close to each other I could feel the breath of both of them against my face. We moved slowly, our arms around each other's back, each kissing, each licking. Three tongues... We were breathless when we pulled away.
"Fuck," Chris said; "that was hot. I didn't know three guys could kiss at the same time."
"Me, either," Frank grinned. "But I thought it was worth a try."
We were moving closer to the bed, and Frank fell on it and rolled over on his belly. He got on all fours, with his ass pointed at us.
"Who wants to fuck me first?" This time his voice was lower, rasping with lust. "I need a fuck."
I pulled Chris over to him and encouraged him to play with Frank's ass while I got some lube from the sidetable. When I turned around again, Chris was on his knees, licking into Frank's crack.
"Oooo fuck yea..." Frank moaned. "Eat my ass out..."
I was surprised. Chris was really getting into this. He was kneeling, his face in Frank's ass, and I knelt behind Chris and moved my finger down into his ass. I found his hole and began to massage it. I was getting so horny! I didn't know if this could be done, but I got behind Chris and moved to his ass. I rubbed it, both cheeks, then I lowered my face, almost lying on the floor, and I licked into his crack. He moaned and shifted for me a bit. I got my tongue onto his pucker and gave it good workout while Chris' face was shoved into Frank's ass.
But Frank was sounding pretty needy now, and I pulled away so Chris could fuck. I'd hadn't been in the most comfortable position in the world, anyway! I realized this was the first time Chris had fucked anyone but me, and I wanted it to be good for him. I put lube on his finger, and he worked it into Frank's pucker. We he indicated he was ready, I dribbled lube on his cock and stroked it a bit, covering the shaft and the cockhead with it. I lay his cockhead against Frank's pucker and pulled my hand away. Chris moved in slowly, and I could tell by the expression on his face when his cockhead had entered.
"Yeaaa..." Frank groaned.
Chris moved in slowly. Maybe he wasn't sure how Frank wanted it.
"Ride me... slow... then fuck... hard," Frank said.
Chris was gorgeous. Naked from head to foot, I could see every bit of his body, except his cock. He was pressed up against Frank so tightly I couldn't see his dick anymore. I watched for a minute, and then Chris' movements became more regular. He was fucking -- and loving it. And now I could see Chris' cock move in and out of Frank's ass.
I lubed my cock and stepped behind Chris. One swipe of lube over his puckerhole, and I pressed my cockhead against him. He wasn't expecting this, and his ring automatically tightened, but that tight little guardian of his entrance was too late. My cockhead was in. The first moment my cockhead enters him is a magic moment. For some reason, each time always feels like it's the first time. The heat of his tunnel warmed my dick all the way into the root, deep inside me. I felt Chris freeze for a moment, adjusting to this new scenario, then his ass pressed back into me.
It took a bit for us to all find the right rhythm. It was awkward for a minute, and I slipped out twice. But soon the fucker was getting fucked. Chris' cock slid up Frank's ass, and mine moved out of Chris' ass a bit. When our movements began to match, I just held still and let Chris take over.
"Ooooo fuck... ooooyea... ooooofuckfuck..."
He slid his cock into the hot ass in front of him, then shoved his ass back on the hot cock behind him while his cockhead was still in Frank. I held his hips a moment to encourage him not to go to fast, to enjoy the fuck he was getting as well as the one he was giving. He slowed. I could hear his hard breath as he moved back and forth.
"You fucking... him?" Frank muttered, his face close to the bed.
"Yea..." I said.
We rode for a while. Slowly, so we could all enjoy it. Slowly, so the two asses could savor every movement of a cock. Slowly, so the two cocks could enjoy the tight ass it was fucking. No one needed to cum right away. We had time -- and energy -- to make this a good, long fuck. The movements were slow, the breathing was loud. The moans sang of three hot gayboys enjoying themselves in a way that was new for all of them. In and out. Back and forth. Slow sex can be good sex. Cocks and asses pleased, there was no need to rush anything. Keeping the rhythm... In and out... back and forth... Three of us, joined by cocks. Chris raised his head, and I could see the little hairs on the back of his neck as he groaned is sweet agony... In and out... back and forth...
Finally, Chris slowed to a full stop and slumped down over Frank's back. I pulled out of him gently, kissing the small of his back. Frank fell forward on the bed. I was desperate to share the sensations Chris had been sharing... I pulled Chris around in front of me and moved his head down and his ass back. He was still wet from the lube I'd put there, from my dick. I pressed in deeply and held it there.
"Oooo yess... ooo yesss..." Chris' voice was soft.
Frank apparently knew what I wanted, and he moved around behind me. I held still in Chris' ass while I felt Frank lube my hole with his finger. Then he removed it. And slid his dick in... all the way in...
"OOOooofuckfuck... that's good..." Front and back. The pleasure of a cock in an ass. And the pleasure of an ass with a cock in it.
This was a first for me, and I was in no rush to end it. We found our rhythm again, but this time I was the middle. I pulled back through Chris' warm tunnel and felt my own tunnel opened by the cock behind me. I slid slowly down into Chris, and Frank's cock slid upward. Slow and easy. In and out... back and forth... I don't know if I'd ever felt such pleasure before. My entire body was on fire. Every muscle moved to enjoy this. I threw my head back and let out a long, low moan...
"OOooo fuck me..." But that was Chris. Or maybe it was me.
I'd never heard sounds like the ones now.
In and out... back and forth... Riding a cock, riding an ass... cock and ass... o yes...
"I've got to cum," Frank grunted behind me.
"Cum in me..." I said it. And Chris said it.
Our rhythm gradually changed. A little faster. I guess I was the one who was controlling it. Not too fast. But harder. As I fucked in harder, I shoved my ass back on Frank's cock harder. There were wet sounds in the air now, two asses being entered rapidly...
I could hear Frank panting. It wouldn't be long...
My own breath was raspy... ragged... hoarse...
And I felt it deep inside.
"Gonna... cum..."
Frank's moans changed, and I knew he was close, too. I knew it was hard for him to stand still and let me control his fucking.
"AAaaaaaaaaaaaa..." And I shot long and hard into Chris' ass.
Feeling my hole clench with my orgasm was all it took for Frank's cock to fire into mine.
"Gaaaaaaaa... ofuck ofuckfuckfuck..."
"mmmmmmm ooooooo..."
I felt my peelips open again and again as I flooded Chris' ass with my cream. At the same time, I felt the hot cum Frank was shooting deep inside me...
"Fuck yeaaa..." That was Chris. I felt his ring clench against my shaft, and I knew he was cumming, too.
Three hot, sweaty bodies... emptying themselves of all the cream that could be coaxed out...
"Fuck... aaaaaaaaaaAAAAA..."
Our movements slowed. Our panting was loud. I fell onto the bed beside Chris, and Frank fell to his knees next to the bed, his head resting against my thigh.
We lay there, Chris on the puddle of cum he'd shot onto the bed, Frank feeling his cum cooling on his dick, and me. Me with my cock wet and my ass beginning to leak...
I completely lost track of how many times we sucked or fucked or came. The rest of the afternoon was one great explosion of pleasure after another. I tasted more dick and ass and cum that afternoon than I had for a long time.
When it was time for us to leave, Chris and I both gave Frank a long, deep, satisfying kiss. And when we got back to the dorm we fell on our own beds, exhausted. We forgot about dinner. At some point, we pulled our mattresses together on the floor and curled into each other. When Chris fell asleep, my hand was over his chest, and I felt the heat of his body, felt the movement of his breathing...