This story, as are all in this series, is completely true. I have changed the names to protect identities and added meaningful dialogue to the best of my recollection. Thank you to all of you who have written and your comments. The best part of sharing these fond (and sometimes not so fond) memories has been dialoguing with people who have written back to me. So if you want to hear more, then keep on writing back!
Chapter 5: An unexpected threesome
One day during the summer after my first year in medical school, I drove back to my parents' house to spend some time with them. The neighborhood had a community pool that I used to frequent when I was younger. It was actually at that pool that I developed an interest in springboard diving, which led me to join the high school diving team my sophomore year. I got to the pool mid afternoon and surveyed the scene. There were a number of kids playing shark in the deep end of the pool. I smiled to myself as I reminisced about playing that very game for hours in the pool. To the left of the deep end were the lanes. No one was doing laps, but there were a few adults with their young children horsing around. A few people were in the lounge chairs soaking up the sun, and the two life guards, both young—likely late high school or early college—were on the stands. They were tanned to a golden brown with light hair bleached out by constant exposure to the sun and chlorine. The girl was attractive but didn't do anything for me. The guy on the other hand was a knock out, and I found it difficult not to stare at his rippled abs and wondering what sort of treasure that light brown hair trail led to. Sighing, I didn't let my mind dwell on it too much. There was NO chance I was going to get anything out of the guy more than a cordial "good afternoon" anyways.
I walked over to a vacant lounge chair and put my few belongings down. I stripped off my shorts and stepped out of them, revealing my black size 30 speedos underneath. Ever since I joined the diving team back in high school, speedos were the only thing I wore for water sports. Bathing trunks were just too bulky and created too much drag for swimming. Plus, they took forever to dry out. Speedos dried out in less than half an hour in the sun. Plus, I had a nice body and I didn't mind exposing it to others' eyes. True, I had gained that typical "freshman 15" pounds when I was living in the dorms the first year, but I worked that off the next two years as I lived with my grandmother and enjoyed her healthy cooking. So, I had a flat belly, but it wasn't cut out of marble like the life guard's on the stand. My pecs were smallish, but firm, and my arms were naturally skinny. I also didn't have the biggest package to fill out the front of the speedos, but oh well. I'm a "grower" more than a "show-er" and when it's soft, my cock is this little dinky thing. At least it gets to a respectable although not awe-inspiring size. Gotta make due with what God's given ya I guess, `cause there isn't any other choice.
I jumped into the water, enjoying the rush of the chilly cold water when compared to the hot muggy Houston weather. Quickly getting used to the temperature, I dunked my head underneath the water and came back up, slicking my forehead-length hair to the back. I slipped on a swim cap and then goggles on top of it, and I pushed off the wall. For those who swim, there is something incredibly satisfying feeling your body knife through the water. My hands cupped the water with every stroke, and each downward pull and kick of my legs brought me a few feet closer to the other edge of the pool 25 yards away. As the wall got closer and closer, I looked up to get the timing of my stroke just right. A few feet away from the wall, my right hand made its downward stroke. But this time, instead of following with my left hand, I let my body follow my right hand's momentum, curling into a ball. Upside down in the water, my two feet hit the wall, and I pushed out hard with my feet, both my hands outstretched in front of me, catapulting my body into the start of the return lap. After the initial push, I allowed my body to assume a face down position and brought my right arm up for the first stroke, simultaneously lifting my head to the side to clear my mouth from the surface of the water, quickly gulping a breath of air before putting it back into a neutral position for the left stroke.
Back and forth I swam, with a breath every four strokes. After twenty minutes or so, I felt I had swum enough, and I stopped at the shallow end. I stood up, taking off my goggles and cap, and I looked around. During my swim, the life guards had evidently called "adult swim" for the last 10 minutes of the hour. It was their opportunity to change positions or get a drink. So, all the kids were on the deck, and only a few adults were in the water. Two of them were now swimming who were previously lounging in the sun when I started my swim. They had been lying in lounge chairs next to each other, but I hadn't given it much thought before. Now that I saw them in the water, they peaked my interest a bit more. The two men seemed to know each other better than your average guys. It seemed they stood much closer to each other than just casual buddies. There was no overt affection, but my gaydar started going off, and I wondered if they could be a couple. I decided to drift towards them and see if my hunch was correct.
As I got closer, I could make them out more clearly. I'm nearsighted, fairly badly I might add, and I don't usually wear contacts. So, the guys I saw were a bit blurry until I got to within ten feet of them. They both seemed in their mid forties. One guy was more heavyset, with a balding head and brown eyes, as well as a chest brushed with salt-and-pepper chest hair. The other guy was much leaner, with medium length hair, a smile with crooked teeth, and a well defined body. They both seemed friendly enough, so I decided to engage them in some conversation.
"Hi guys, I haven't seen you at the pool before. Do you live in the neighborhood?"
"Sure," the heavyset guy replied. "Joe lives on Elm, and I live two streets over on Birch. My name is Tim. We haven't seen you here before either. You were swimming really nicely just now. Do you swim for the high school team?"
"No," I laughingly answered. "My parents live in the subdivision on Maple St, and I grew up here. But I'm actually studying medicine in the medical center. I'm just here to spend some time with them and decided to go for a bit of a swim. My name is Minh."
Joe said, "You're going to be a doctor? Boy, you look really young to be a doctor. I don't ever go to the doctor. I think everything is working alright."
"Well, I'm not a doctor yet. I still have three years to go. But I think it's a good idea to be checked out by a doctor on a regular basis. You never know what's going on if you don't look. If you want, I'd be more than happy to come over and give you a physical exam some time."
Tim and Joe glanced at each other for a second. Tim said, "Sure, that would be great. We can meet at Joe's house. We've been together for fifteen years, but I still like my space and he likes his. We spend half the nights at my house, and half the nights at Joe's. It seems to work out well."
So Tim answered my question about whether they were a couple. I told them, "I'm not a doctor yet, but I would love to practice my physical exam skills. Who knows, maybe I'll find something on the exam. I'm having dinner with my parents, but I'm basically free after that."
Joe said, "I don't know about Tim, but I'm looking forward to it. Who would have thought I would get an exam by a young, cute doctor?" He smiled coyly.
Tim chimed in, "Oh, I'm looking forward to it too. It's not often we find someone nice enough that we're interested in inviting over. And you seem really nice."
"Well, it's a deal then. I'll stop by Joe's place after dinner with my folks." Joe gave me directions to his house on Elm St, which was just a stone's throw away from my parent's house.
I shook both of their hands goodbye. Before heading out, I did a few dives off the diving board to practice my rusty diving skills. I quit though when I did a reverse flip that landed me within inches of the diving board. That would not be a good way to impress my new-found friends. I walked over to my clothes, pulled my shorts back on, and slipped my tee shirt over my head. I could have sworn that Tim and Joe were watching me out of the corner of my eye. Hey, there's nothing wrong with a little looking, I decided. Let them have a bit of eye candy. And I had to confess to myself that a part of me was hoping maybe we'd all get to see one another with a bit less clothes on sometime later in the evening.
I got back to the house in the late afternoon and cracked open the books to get some studying in as my mother exercised her nurturing instincts and fixed dinner. She decided to make a dish I particularly enjoy: cubed beef hearts sautéed with sliced onions served over white rice. I guess to those who have grown up with the standard American fare of spaghetti, pizza, and hot dogs, beef hearts belong only on Andrew Zimmerman's show about exotic culinary cuisine from around the world. But, it's actually a wonderfully flavorful dish if prepared appropriately and the meat is not overcooked, causing it to get rubbery.
After dinner, I thanked my parents for the wonderful meal, and I told them that I was going back into the medical center to study. They thanked me for coming by to visit them, and they gave me a hug goodbye.
Of course, I didn't go directly to the medical center. I got into my car and drove to Joe's house. As I got out of the car, I collected all my medical equipment. Since the beginning of medical school, I always traveled with my stethoscope and various sundry medical supplies, including gloves, in my car. I served as a Vietnamese translator for one of the hospitals in the medical center, and I have also been the first responder at car accidents. Following the old boy scout adage, I tried always to be prepared. Luckily for me, this time, I was. Along with my usual medical paraphernalia, I added a small travel tube of Astroglide to my little bag. For those who don't know what it is, Astroglide is my favorite sex lubricant, with the same consistency as precum. It's a bit runny, but it doesn't gum up nearly as much as KY.
I went to the front door with my bag in hand and knocked tentatively. A few seconds later, Joe opened the door wide and ushered me in. He was dressed in pale beige shorts and a loose fitting tee shirt. "Come in!" He smiled broadly and waved me in. As I walked in, I noted that the house was clean and well kept, done in a 1980's style. It was in need of some updating, but overall looked very comfortable. It definitely was not a typical bachelor's pad with mismatched furniture and beer cans strewn throughout the den. But of course, what would one expect from a gay man in his early to mid forties?
Joe held out his hand, and I grasped it firmly. "Thanks for coming by. Tim and I have been looking forward to this since our time at the pool."
"I have too, actually. I don't get to practice my physical exam skills very often. I'm stuck in classes most of the day."
"Oh come on, I bet you do this sort of thing all the time," Joe responded.
"No, actually, I don't. This is the first time I've ever gone over to someone's house like this. I guess you could consider this my first house call."
Joe laughed and put his hand around my shoulders as he led me in. The TV was on, and Tim was sitting on the couch, also in shorts and a tee shirt. It was summer in Houston after all. "Hi Minh! I'm glad you came over. So this is Joe's house. Mine is a few streets over. Like I said, we spend half our time here, and the other half at my place. And when we each need alone time, there's always our respective houses to go to. I think it keeps us sane." Tim patted the place on the couch next to him. "Come sit here."
I obediently complied and put my bag of goodies on the floor next to me. Joe sat in a chair closer to the TV and turned the TV down so we could chat. They asked about me and how school was going, and I in turn questioned them about how they got together. It seemed wasteful to have to different houses for one couple, particularly since they had been together for 15 years. But it seemed to work for them, so why change a good thing?
After half an hour of talking and getting to know one another, I asked Joe, "So, are you ready for your physical exam?"
"Sure!" He replied. "This will be fun." Joe scooted in between me and Tim and sat down, our legs rubbing against each other. He rubbed his hands together and looked at me expectantly.
I took out my pen light. "OK, now Joe, I need you to look right at my nose." I shined my light first into one eye and then the other. The constricted appropriately. Then I had him follow my fingers with his eyeballs. I made a figure H in the air, and I watched his eyes move in tandem with my finger. Everything good so far.
"OK, now open your mouth and say, `Ah!'" Joe did as I asked, and I could see all the way to the back of his mouth. Other than his crooked teeth, slightly discolored from his previous years of smoking, I didn't see anything unusual. I then moved my hands down to his neck and felt his glands.
"Hey, that tickles!" He giggled. Still, he let me finish the examination.
"Things are going just fine," I told him. "Now, I'm going to lift up your shirt and listen to your lungs." His heart and lungs sounded normal, so I had him lie down on the couch. I lifted his tee shirt up and put my hands on his belly, which was flat with a dusting of dark brown hair. The abdomen felt soft, and I didn't feel any masses as I pushed on various parts of his stomach. Next, I told Joe to sit up, and used the head of my stethoscope to lightly tap on his biceps and patellar tendons. His reflexes worked well as his forearms and legs moved with my tapping.
Now to the best part, I told myself. "Joe, would you mind standing up and dropping your shorts? I'd like to do your hernia check."
"Sure, no problem." Joe got up and slipped his shorts and underwear down to his knees, revealing a sizable flaccid circumcised penis. It hung lower than his scrotum, which were not that small themselves. I gently took his balls in my hands, and I rolled them around one at a time, looking for any lumps on the testicles that would be an indication of cancer. Then I pushed my finger up each side of scrotum to find the inguinal canal and told him to cough. There was no bulge as he coughed, so I was confident that he had no hernias. Grabbing his penis in my hands, I felt first the underside and the top, also looking for any lumps and not finding any. The final part of the penile exam was to start at the base of the penis and strip it, looking for any discharge in the urethra. Joe passed it all with flying colors. He didn't get an erection during the exam, but he did firm up a bit. Before the exam, he was over four inches soft. By the end, he had grown to over six inches, and it was clear he had a ways to go before attaining maximum length.
"OK, Joe, now for the last part. I need to have you turn around and bend over. I'm going to do your prostate exam." Joe did as I asked and rested his hands on his knees. I put on a glove and smeared some Astroglide onto my index finger. Using my left hand to part Joe's left butt cheek, I penetrated his rectum with my right index finger and quickly found the prostate gland hitting the pad of my finger. "How does that feel, Joe?" I asked.
He replied, "It feels like I'm going to cum." Joe was definitely enjoying what I was doing to his prostate gland, and he bent his knees a bit more to impale my finger deeper inside him. I responded by pressing firmly on the twin lobes of his prostate gland and moving my finger around both in and out as well as in a circular motion. By this time, Joe was making guttural noises and letting me and Tim know how much he was enjoying this. I was enjoying giving him pleasure myself, but I wanted to move onto other things. So, I slowly withdrew my finger and pulled my glove off, setting it beside the Astroglide. When Joe turned around, I could see that he was at full mast, and it was a beauty. Joe was over eight inches in length, and above average thickness. He had those cock heads that I find particularly attractive: substantial with a flaring at his corona, shaped like a fireman's helmet.
"So Tim, are you ready to get your exam?" I asked, as I pulled my eyes from the sight before me.
"No, that's ok, I don't need one. I go to my doctor, but Joe never goes to one. I'd really rather just get into bed, if that's ok with you. You were planning to stay the night with us, weren't you, Minh?"
"Well, I wasn't specifically planning on it, but I was hoping you'd ask. Or at least we could have some fun, and then I could drive home."
"No, it would be great for you to stay the night. We really don't invite other people to share our bed, but you're a really nice guy, and you have a great body. Plus, it would be late before you got home, so you might as well stay here."
"Well thanks," I said. "I'd love to stay. I've never done anything like this before."
"It's not like we never have had anyone share our bed, but it's pretty rare, and it's been a long time since we have," Joe said. "Tim and I talked about it before you came, and we agreed that we would like you to stay if that's what you want to do."
Tim cut in, "It's settled then. Why don't we go to the bedroom and get more comfortable?"
I followed them into the bedroom down the hall off of the den, and they led me to the king sized bed. Tim and I started taking our clothes off, but Joe finished before either of us since he was already half naked. He climbed into bed first.
"Here, lie in the middle," he told me. I took off all my clothes except for my underwear and got into the middle of the bed. Tim then got on the other side of me. Tim got some massage lotion out of the nightstand beside the bed and he warmed it up in his hands before slathering it onto my pecs, kneeding them in a circular motion. Joe then got some lotion as well and worked on my right leg as Tim was working on my chest. I had never had two people work on me at the same time, and it felt great! Tim was the better massager of the two, but Joe wasn't doing a bad job by any means.
They both turned the heat up a notch. Tim started to rub my nipples along with my pecs, and Joe would lightly brush my underwear-clad cock when he massaged my quads. Finally, Joe said, "Pick your hips up." I lifted by butt off the bed, and he took each side of my underwear and pulled them off, exposing my leaking hard on. Tim and Joe both continued what they were doing, but they each spent more time in my erogenous zones than strictly massaging my muscles. Tim decided to start licking my nipples, and shortly after, Joe took my cock into his mouth. He worked his tongue in between my foreskin and the head of my penis, sending shivers up my spine.
My massage was quickly forgotten as Joe and Tim turned their full attention to giving me sexual pleasure. At some point Tim's underwear had come off as well, exposing his six inch cut cock. We were all naked now, but Tim and Joe focused the entirety of their energy on me instead of their own needs. They worked magic on my body with their hands and their mouths, and all I did was moan my pleasure and reach out every now and then to fondle Joe's behemoth or Tim's slightly less impressive but still more than adequate member.
It didn't seem like long before I felt my body tense up, warning me of my impending climax. At that point, Tim had his hand wrapped around my cock, while Joe was busy suckling my right nipple. "I'm gonna cum guys," I warned. Right after I said that, my sperm shot out of my dick and landed under my belly button, with the rest oozing around Tim's hand. I continued to convulse several more times and then collapsed into the bed. "OK, that was just great," I told them. "Now what about you two?"
"Oh, we're fine," Tim told me. "We really just wanted to make you feel good. We'll get ours later."
"Are you sure?" I asked him. True, I was tired and wanted to go to sleep, but I didn't want to be completely selfish either. But they assured me that they had a lot fun making me feel good, and they didn't need orgasms themselves. Well, I wasn't going to argue too much about it. So, we all crawled underneath the covers. I was in the middle, with Joe to my right and Tim to my left. We all slept naked, and every now and then, I would reach over and touch the both of them as I quickly felt sleep overtake me.
I woke up in the middle of the night with a raging hard on. Being young and perpetually horny, I was ready for round two. Both the guys were sound asleep, but I wasn't going to let that stop me. I reached over to my right and grabbed Joe's crotch. His cock was soft when I found it, but as I started stroking it, it grew to its full glory fairly quickly. Joe woke up, but he wasn't upset at all. He reached over to me and grabbed my erect cock as well. We stroked each other for a while, and I reveled in having such a larger penis in my hand than my own. It seemed I could stroke up then down for miles.
I really wanted more than a hand job though. I knew from Joe's exam that he was a complete bottom, or that he at least really enjoyed a good prostate massage. And I was the one to give it to him. "I'd like to fuck you," I told him.
"Yeah, I'd like that," he replied. He reached over to his night stand and pulled out some lube and a condom. I took the lube and put some on my cock, and then I rolled a condom on, putting lube on the outside as well. Joe was on his back, and he spread his legs wide and brought his knees partially to his chest. I got in between his legs and squatted down, guiding myself into him. I felt around and found his hairy asshole, and I slipped the head of my cock into him. It was tight, but there was not much resistance. Apparently, Joe had mastered the art of complete relaxation of his external and internal sphincters at will. (I would not learn this skill until much later on in my life.)
I thrust in and out, enjoying the sensation of a tight ring of muscle enveloping my six and a half inch cock. I cannot now recall if this was my first time to have anal sex, but I know it was one of the first times if not the first one. What I do remember is that it felt damn good. I went slowly at first, but gradually, I built up momentum. Leaning over, I rested my hands by Joe's sides, and I used my hips and abs to drive my condom-encased cock deep into him. I eventually got going at a rapid pounding, lost in the pleasure starting at my dick and spreading to every fiber of my body.
The whole bed was jostling back and forth by this time, which of course woke up Tim. He leaned over and rubbed his hands over the two of us, while Joe made grunting noises with each of my thrusts. Being young, I couldn't hold out for very long, even though I had recently orgasmed a few hours earlier. I told Joe, "I'm gonna cum," as I picked up my ass pounding. I was pistoning in and out as I felt my climax build in the deepest part of my gut. It boiled out, and I could feel each squirt leave my body to be collected in the condom.
I slowed down my thrusts and pulled out of Joe, drained. But he had not cum yet. I couldn't tell because it was dark, and my vision was very poor without my glasses anyways. But Tim knew that his lover had not bust his nut yet, so he reached over and stuck his finger into Joe's ass. That man moved his finger in and out in a blur; I don't see how anyone could have handled such an assault on his prostate. But Joe obviously liked it quite a bit, because in no time his grunting changed character, and I could tell he was having his orgasm. I couldn't see it, but I knew it had happened. So did Tim, so he slowed down and pulled out.
Joe and I both were wiped out, and we flopped into bed. Poor Tim was the only one left out, but neither one of us had the energy to take care of Tim's needs. He was a good sport about it though and didn't complain one bit. He got back into position on my left side, and we all cuddled together for the last part of the night.
Early in the morning, I woke up and said my goodbyes to Tim and Joe, thanking them for a wonderful night and a memorable experience. They thanked me for coming over as well, and they told me to come by any time to see if they were around. So, I got on my clothes and headed back towards the medical center. That was my one and only three way I have ever had.
I did go and visit Joe and Tim one other time. I was still really struggling with my sexuality at that time, so I was incredibly horny and really wanted to get it on, but I was feeling terribly guilty about it as well. I knocked on Joe's door unannounced, and Tim answered the door. He was surprised to see me but waved me in.
There was a TV program going on, but Tim was the only one watching it. Joe was curled up on the rug by the TV, sound asleep. Tim took up his place on the couch, and I sat next to him. We watched the TV for a while, then Tim brought his hand up to my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. I a sucker for massages, so I just groaned and put my head down. He took that as acquiescence, so he put a hand on each of my shoulders and rubbed them rhythmically. I was really enjoying what Tim was doing to me, so I wasn't going to complain. Tim then took his hands and put them under my shirt, rubbing my shoulder blades and shoulders directly. I let my shirt slip up to my back, and Tim gently pulled it off me completely. From my shoulders, he moved his hands to the front of my body and made circular motions on my pecs, pulling me towards him. After a bit, I gave up all pretense of watching the TV program and just enjoyed the back and chest rub that I was receiving.
I decided to lie down on the couch with my head away from Tim and my legs draped over his thighs. Tim switched from massaging my chest to rubbing my upper thighs lightly. He also reached over to rub my stomach. Soon, the hand on my stomach and the hand rubbing my thighs converged in the middle, and my shorts were opened. Taking out my erect penis, he stroked it up and down lightly.
"Would you like to come over to my place?" Tim asked me.
I was torn. On one hand, I was really enjoying what Tim was doing to my body, as evidenced by my copious precum leaking out of my cock and spilling over my foreskin. On the other hand, I was still struggling with my sexuality and whether or not this was right. In addition to that, I was not really all that physically attracted to Tim. His big belly and moderate hairiness reminded me slightly of my counselor David, which brought up mixed emotions as well. At this point, I was several months into my counseling sessions with David. In the end, I replied, "Thanks, but I'd rather not."
"Well, you didn't mind Joe that much," Tim said, with a bit of an accusing tone of voice.
I couldn't put to words all the things on my mind at the time, and I didn't want to hurt his feelings and say that I didn't find him that attractive, so I kept my mouth shut. To Tim's credit, he didn't get really upset and kick me out. He just continued to massage my legs and abs, and every now and then stroke my now-exposed erect cock. After a while, I didn't think it was fair to him, and my guilt was overriding the pleasure I was receiving, so I told Tim, "I gotta go."
I stuffed my six and a half inch cock back into my underwear and zipped myself up. (I guess if there's any advantage to having an average sized penis as opposed to a huge donkey penis, it's that one can get his erect cock into his pants without bending it in two or wrapping it around his waist.) Sitting up, I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. As I walked to the front door, Tim followed me. "Thanks a lot," I told him, and I gave him a hug. Tim didn't reply, but he didn't seem that upset either. Maybe he knew it just wasn't right for me then.
I walked out to my car as Tim stood inside the door. I could see him silhouetted against the entrance as I got into my car, backed out of the driveway, and drove away. I never saw Joe or Tim after that. I've thought about the two of them from time to time, and I reminisce about my one and only three way. I'm glad Joe and Tim were so good to me and so willing to attend to my needs and make me feel wanted. I hope they're doing well, wherever they are right now.