Three and the Whore by Glen Forest gforest@hotmail.com
While I already told you about my beginnings of sex in "All Boys Camp" (which appears in both the Young Friends and Camping sections), I thought I'd continue the true saga with an experience I had on one extraordinary night while a Freshman at University.
It was one of those beautiful starlit Arizona nights... warm, with just a hint of breeze. I was a pledge at one of the Fraternaty houses, and of course, as a pledge you did as you were told.. or else.
Most of the guys were older and more experienced than us pledges and so that night when the topic of sex came up, as it often did, I did alot of listening. I certainly did not want them to have any indication that I'd been enjoying gay sex for years. It was a very macho group.
Eventually, one of the older guys looked at us pledges and asked if we'd ever fucked a girl. As I was always a pretty honest, straight-forward guy, I said "no", I hadn't. Another guy, Carl, and I were the only ones to voluntarily admit our virginity.
"Well", said our leader.... "this has got to be fixed, and fixed tonight!" I remember the terror that shot through me at that moment. What had they planned? What if I couldn't get it up for a girl? What if they found out I liked gay sex?
Mike, one of the older guys volunteered to take us to our place of rescue, which was a whore house he frequented in Nogales, Mexico... just across the border. It was a few hours drive, so Mike suggested that Carl and I lay down on the back seat and have a snooze, to build up our energy for what was to come.
It wasn't the biggest back seat in the world, but Carl and I managed to spread out on it, laying very close together. Carl's back was against the back of the seat and I lay precariously close to the edge facing front. A few quick brakings by Mike and Carl put his arm around me, to prevent me from falling off the seat, or so I thought. I didn't know Carl all that well at this point.
After a few minutes I felt the unmistakable feeling of a huge hardon pressing against my back. Now ordinarily this would be quite wonderful, but with Mike in the front seat, I didn't know how to react. Little by little I felt Carl's body moving up and down against me... Oh, God! He was humping me.. and I didn't dare react. Go tell that to a horny teenage dick! Mine was hard as rock in seconds and swelled to just where Carl's arm was around me. As he felt my engorged cock nudge his arm, Carl let his hand find my hot pole and wrapped his fingers around it through my sweatsuit pants. He started to stroke me and, at the same time, his great cock found it's way to my ass crack and the humping got faster and furious.
"Carl", I whispered, "we're expected to prove something and fuck this whore in a little while... you keep that up and we both will have some explaining to do." Carl agreed, but made me promise that the first opportunity we had, we would continue what we started. Of course I agreed enthusiastically... I was no fool.
To make a long story short, Mike did the negotiating at the whorehouse and a rather worn looking red head was agreeable to fuck us all for $5 each. She gave this discount because she said she loved virgins.
We paid our money and were led to a almost completely dark room, except for a small lamp with a low wattage red light in it. Very romantic... hmmmmm. She told us to get undressed and to decide on the order we would go in and she would come right back. I can't remember how we chose, but Mike was to go first (to show us the ropes, he said), I was given what Mike called, "sloppy seconds", and Carl was to get "disgusting thirds."
Mike told Carl and I to wait on the sofa while he fucked her, but to watch and make mental notes. There we sat, Carl and I, in the dim light watching Mike's cock grow and then plunge into this well used pussy. As he was facing the other direction, Mike couldn't see that Carl and I had begun fondling each other's cocks and balls again. This time the smell of semen hung so heavy in the room that we couldn't help ourselves and attained the 69 position in notime at all.
We sucked hard and fast on each others cocks, knowing that Mike might finish any minute. We fondled each others balls and stuck fingers up each others asses. Soon, very soon, I felt that now familiar feeling of no return... I was about to shoot. Simultaneously, Carl's ball got real tight and I knew he couldn't hold back a second longer either.
Just as the nonmistakable moans of orgasm eminated from Mike, Carl and I shot great gobs of hot cum down each others throats. The three of us were spent.
Carl and I quickly straightened up and tried to look disinterested. I was beginning to panic as now it was my turn to fuck this whore. Mike got up and cleaned his still hard dick off with a towel. I stood up practically shaking in fear, as I was about to be found out!
But it was not to be. Mike came over to Carl and I and looking at us sympathetically, said, "look guys, I could hear you in the back seat of the car, and see and hear what you were doing behind me just now on the sofa. But don't worry I won't tell anyone. What you do is your business."
Both Carl and I almost kissed him, but thought that it might be pushing the friendship. We quickly left the whorehouse and Mike explained to us in the car on the way home that he too had had his gay flings occasionally. He turned out to be a really cool guy.
In way of thanking him, as he drove us home, Carl gave him the blow job of his life as I massaged his chest and squeezed his nipples. Mike never let the car swirve a bit, even as he came in Carl's mouth.
We got back to the Frat house in the early hours of the morning and woke everyone up to the stories of the great sex we had with this whore. They'll never know what really happened that night.