--Usual disclaimers apply--
I had my first threesome earlier this year. Once again I was trolling Manhunt looking for something to do. I came across the profile of a couple that was right around the corner. One guy listed himself as being in his early forties and a total top; the other in his early thirties and a versatile bottom. They were a little older than I was looking for, but their pictures were hot - big dicks and thick, muscled bodies... Age ain't nothing but a number when you're horny. They were looking for a versatile guy who would fuck the bottom. I wasn't much in the mood to top that night, so I sent an email over asking if they would consider a bottom. They said that they would, and the rest of the emails were pretty standard - where we would meet, what time, etc.
It didn`t take me long to find their place, and when I walked up to the door I realized I was incredibly nervous. At this point I had done the random hookup thing enough to not get freaked out, but there was something about having a threesome that scared me. I realize now that I was scared of pushing my limits - having a threesome was a fantasy that I didn't anticipate ever realizing. Up until a few years ago I had always had somewhat prudish ideas of sex. Even in my hook-ups, I could at least hide behind the idea that the intimacy could lead to something more. All of a sudden I was walking into the house of a couple that had been together for years; there were pictures on the wall of their commitment ceremony and their family and friends. There was no denying that I was there for a singular sexual encounter and I was nervous as hell to push that boundary. I did, of course. If I hadn't there wouldn't be anything to write about.
I made small talk with the younger guy, Mitch, who led me upstairs to their bedroom. His partner, Jack, was already naked, sprawled on their king sized bed and stroking his dick to some porn. I checked it out - group sex, natch. I said hi as Mitch pulled off his clothes and climbed in next to his partner. They motioned for me to get in between them, and I slid out of my clothes while Jack scanned me from head to toe. He kept stroking his dick, his attention completely off the porn. It was flattering, but Mitch looked almost annoyed by his attention.
I slid between them, a little unsure of exactly what I should do. Mitch was lying on his back, languidly stroking himself while watching the porno, and Jack was on his side with his head propped up in his hand, staring at me. Eventually, Jack rolled me onto my side facing away from him and he started running his hands all over my body. Mitch and I started making out, and I reached down and took over stroking him.
The angle wasn't perfect for me - I was lying on one of my arms and couldn't participate as much as I wanted to, but it didn't deter either of them. Mitch started to get more into it and was thrusting up into my hand as he tongued my mouth. Jack had flipped around and was staring at my ass while he played with it. He started to nibble and lick my cheeks while one of his hands reached around to play with my dick. When he started rimming me I thought I was going to explode. Getting rimmed drives me wild and he was no exception. I have no idea what he did back there, but it felt like there were a thousand tiny tendrils tickling and wiggling their way into my ass. I was so overwhelmed that I pulled back a little from Mitch to catch my breath. He seemed more into the porno anyway.
Jack pulled me onto my back and got between my legs. He lifted my ankles over my head and started to tongue fuck me like a mad man. He would start by circling my hole with his tongue, then quickly jab inside and finish by planting his face and shoving what felt like 4 inches of tongue into me. Meanwhile Mitch moved down the bed and took my dick down to the root. The combination of a tongue up my ass and a throat around my dick (and the mild head rush from being all but bent in half) pushed me over the edge. Without really meaning to, I held Mitch's head still as I shot rope after rope of cum down his throat. He seemed a little disgruntled when he pulled off, but when he looked at my blissed out face he cracked up a bit and started kissing me again.
"It's not over yet," he whispered, "Jack likes his bottoms to cum first so they're totally relaxed when he fucks them." As he was talking, Jack had moved my legs around his waist and slipped on a condom. Mitch got up on his knees and shoved his dick in my face. I started to nurse it, still in my post-orgasmic stupor, when Jack unceremoniously shoved his entire length up my ass. Under normal circumstances I would have punched him; it hurt like a motherfucker. The pain passed pretty quickly though, and before too long I was moaning around Mitch's dick. Jack was crazed; he fucked me like a teenager getting his first piece of ass. There was no rhythm, no discernable pace he was trying to set; he was a man possessed by getting his rocks off. Mitch was smirking at me while I tried to keep my attention on sucking his cock. I felt a mixture of sympathy and jealousy towards him - he got to have this hot stud fuck him like an animal every night... and there was no question about why they included a third on occasion - Mitch had to call in a pinch hitter... er, catcher... every now and then to save his ass from complete destruction.
After a few more minutes I gave up on trying to blow Mitch and just accepted the fuck I was being thrown. I did what I could to push back, to work my muscles to get him closer. I don't know if it worked or if Jack just appreciated the effort, but soon enough I was bent in half again as Jack was blowing his load up my ass. I felt something in my back pop as he jack hammered his orgasm into me. I'm honestly still surprised that he didn't snap my spine.
When he rolled off of me, I was ready to go. Mitch, however, was not ready for me to leave. He replaced his boyfriend between my legs and wrapped my calves around his waist. His dick was very, very large. Probably a little over 8" long but thicker around than anyone I'd ever been with. I was sure that I was going to die. If he fucked like his boyfriend I would never see my parents again. I briefly wondered how many other bottoms had come over expecting a threesome and ended up broken in two.
Mitch leaned down and kissed me as he slid inside me. My ass was sore from Jack's plowing, but Mitch took his time and let me adjust to his size. When he bottomed out, he started to rotate his hips, finding my button and honing in on it over and over again. I was rock hard in a second and arching my back like I hadn't just been attacked by an overgrown rabbit. The fuck he threw was masterful - he alternated between long, languorous strokes and short, smooth thrusts. He kept going bottoming out and twisting his hips until I gasped for him to stop. It was an overwhelming dichotomy and my body didn't know how to respond. I briefly thought of suggesting that they go work for the CIA - this brand of good fuck/bad fuck would squeeze information from even the most stoic of agents.
As he fucked me, his hands kneaded my thighs, my shoulders, my abs. He knew the kind of strain his boyfriend put on my body and this fuck was his way of salving the wound. He did something that no guy has ever done to me before: on his knees, with my legs wrapped around his waist he pulled me up and held me aloft while he impaled me on his big dick. His hands massaged the small of my back as he rested me on his pole and kissed me. When he started to move me up and down, I came without touching myself.
I'm not sure exactly what happened after that. I think I might have blacked out for a minute, because the next thing I remember is being on my back again with him cumming inside me. My orgasm had abated, and there was cum cooling on my abs and chest. Mitch kissed me again and I tasted my cum on his lips. He must have licked it off of some part of me after I shot. When he pulled out of me, it hurt. My ass felt like it had been lit on fire. Jack was sound asleep next to us in a tee shirt and shorts. When had he gotten dressed? The entire experience was surreal. I felt like I had taken a handful of Quaaludes. I left shortly thereafter; Mitch insisted on walking me to my car and he kissed me goodbye.
"See you soon..."
The next day, I called around until I found a chiropractor who accepted emergency walk-ins. I blamed my poor condition on a car accident and spent an hour in traction feeling like I may never walk straight again. My body had been fucked into retirement and I had only just turned 25. The chiropractor was able to get me walking straight again, so I scheduled an appointment for the following Monday and on my way out the door sent a text to Mitch.
"You guys doing anything this weekend?"
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