I'm a married guy and like many men, my sex life could best be described as average. Not only average with the amount of times we get it on, average in the sense of adventure (or lack of it) and distinctly below average when it comes to my partner taking the lead and acting out her desires.
So it was inevitable that as I sought a source of fulfilment, hooking up with guys was a logical step. I didn't want an affair with another woman and going to a hooker for sex felt like a betrayal. For some reason, hooking up with a guy seemed less disloyal and didn't count (an odd sense of justification I know).
So when the old urges took hold and I craved some sexual excitement, it was to the pages of the local newspaper that I turned to. There were regular ads offering man to man massages and I had been to quite a number of different guys over the years. It was always the same - two blokes happy with their nudity, happy with the idea of touch and happy to work, shamelessly, towards a happy ending.
One fellow, a bit older and tubbier than me, had become a regular and once every six weeks or so, I'd give him a call and ask if he was available. I knew the routine and having taken my shoes off at the door, it was upstairs to his treatment room where we would both strip naked and he would start work on the massage. He had often commentated on the length and girth of my cock and I loved displaying it for his satisfaction as he first massaged around it, then along it, then enveloping it with his hands before desire finally had him descend on me in the most enthusiastic and lust filled blow job.
I always came in copious amounts and the happy endings were a mutual affair where we swapped places and I gave my attention to his own (smaller) erection.
One day, when I knew I needed to see him I called the number and asked if was available in half an hours time. He apologised, saying he had another client booked in but then paused and said 'let me call him - I think he might enjoy it if there were three of us'. I waited five minutes, called him back and was amazed to hear that yes, I could join them. This was entering new waters for me and I drove over, already hard, wondering what would take place.
It was the usual routine. He opened the door, I took off my shoes and headed upstairs. I was about to turn in to the usual treatment room when he told me to continue up to the second floor. It led to his master bedroom and already there was another fellow - probably in his early 20's and looking rather nervous.
My guy introduced us and despite what was about to take place, we rather formally shook hands. He explained that the youngster was rather down on his luck and occasionally he gave him a free massage just to be kind. So there we all were, fully dressed and wondering how to start this unexplored session.
The youngster was very eager, came over to me and placed a full kiss on my mouth. I responded and as our tongues engaged, our hands were quickly stroking the bulges in our trousers. The home owner stepped in, undoing my trousers and pulling them down, before doing the same with the student. Our cocks sprang up and as we kissed, a third pair of lips slid along our cocks as he held them together, Frot like and rubbed the pair of us.
We turned to him and together undressed him before ripping off the rest of our clothes and the three of us tumbled back on to the bed, sunlight streaming through the skylight window, bathing this bacchanalian scene in all its glory.
We all took turns on each other, sometimes two of us working on the third and sometimes the three of us working in a circle, cocks in each other's mouths in a three way blow. Sometimes we were all lying in the bed, sometimes we'd be standing on the floor reaching around from behind to hold one cock while another stood in front either licking or adding more touches. Sometimes one would sit on the headboard of the bed with two at his feet and other times, it was in the 69 position while the third person watched and wanked his hardness. I can't tell you how aroused I was as four hands stroked my cock and balls, how hard I was as two pairs of lips slid up and down my shaft from each side, before they both took turns to bury my cock deep in their mouths. I was oozing streams of pre cum and watching two sets of fingers swirling it around my engorged helmet before offering it to my mouth in a series of sticky, finger licking sweetness.
It was fantastic! Rude, exposed, shameless and I didn't want it to end. But when we all came in great spurts within a few seconds of each other, the spell was broken. In the immediate glowing aftermath, with cocks still twitching in each other's hands and heads full of the hedonistic pleasures, the intensity of the mood didn't change. But as the hard on's died and the cum turned cold, it was a rather awkward moment of practicality as we cleaned ourselves up and started to dress. As usual, I stayed naked for as long as possible until they were both dressed while I was still unclad.
I had always fantasised about a naked male, clothed male scenario and for the next few minutes, I got to experience just that. Standing up, the pair of them sandwiched me, one behind and one in front and four pairs of hands explored every part of my body. Despite having recently cum, I was quickly hard again and loved feeling vulnerable as they both explored whatever part of my body they wanted to explore, while I, submissive, let them.
The lack of nudity on their part made it all the more horny for me and I was quickly cumming again as they took me over the edge.
I hoped we could repeat the session in the weeks ahead, this moment turned out to be a one-off. A real shame because it's right up there with one of my best experiences!