Finding My Soulmate

The Threesome

It was Sunday afternoon and I was standing at the kitchen stove, preparing a late breakfast of ham and eggs, toast and coffee.  Bobby Ray silently crept up behind me, grabbed me with both arms and pressed his morning wood against my ass.

He put his chin on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “I missed your wake-up blowjob.”

“Sorry but my thoughts are focused on the threesome we’re having later today.”

Bobby turned me facing him and said, “Chris, there’s nothing to be concerned about.  Three guys will get together and, hopefully, have really hot sex.  Tim is a nice guy and I’m sure you’ll like him.”

“I’m concerned about how it will turn out.  Sometimes a threesome involving a couple backfires and they end up hating each other.  You and I have such a good marriage and relationship, I don’t know if I would survive a threesome gone wrong.”

“You over-think things too much.  We are going to try it and if we don’t like it, we will just end it and send Tim home with a case of blue balls.”

We ate breakfast with a lot of nervous and meaningless chit-chat between us.  Bobby was as nervous as I was but just didn’t want to admit he was not in control of the situation.

After breakfast we went back to bed.  I couldn’t help myself so I ended up giving Bobby his morning blowjob after breakfast.  I needed this and I hope he did also.  He took me in his arms and we drifted off to sleep.

After a couple of hours, we were both awake and ready to begin getting ready.  I needed more time to prepare because, unlike my husband, I had to get my ass cleaned out.

The doorbell rang at 7:00 PM sharp.

“Chris, you open the door. I want you to get a good look at Tim for the first time.”

Tim stood there glowing, radiating masculinity.  “Come in, Tim.”  We hugged and walked into the kitchen where Bobby was making margaritas.  Large ones.

In the living room, Bobby sat in an over-stuffed chair while Tim and I sat on the couch.  We engaged in small talk and shortly the conversation jumped to the subject of sex.

I explained that I am a bottom who sucks dick and gets fucked. I have a need to worship men’s masculinity. Bobby told Tim that he is top only, does not suck cock and does not take it up the ass; only fucks and loves getting his dick sucked.  He emphasized that his ass is ‘off limits.’

I interjected, “Everything must be consensual.”

Tim said he does everything, top and bottom. 

We finished our drinks and walked to the bedroom.  Tim immediately started undressing Bobby who then looked at Tim and said, “Get out of those fucking clothes.”

Bobby reached for me, hugged me, kissed me and slowly removed my clothes, piece-by-piece.

“On the bed, you two sluts,” Bobby barked at us like a drill sergeant.  I was loving this so far.

Bobby slipped a condom over his 10-inch steel pipe cock.

Tim reacted to seeing the condom, “Do we have to use condoms for real?  I always do bareback.”

Bobby gave Tim a stern look and said, “Chris and I never use condoms with each other. Skin-on-skin is fucking hot, but we will never take a chance going bareback and passing something on to one of us.  We require that thin layer of latex between dick and ass because STD’s are more easily passed on through butt fucking. Since the three of us are on PrEP, oral activity doesn’t require a condom. Other STD’s transmitted  by oral can be treated with meds.”  Tim turned and looked straight ahead, on all fours for a doggy-style fuck.

As Bobby shoved in balls deep with one stroke.  Tim’s eyes widened as he yelled, “Fuck, you are so fucking big.   Damn.”

Bobby smiled, “That’s what makes me so special.”

He gave Tim a couple of minutes for his fuck hole to adjust and then began deliberate long strokes.  In balls deep. Out stopping at the head and without pausing, repeating the process over and over, picking up speed and soon he was slamming against Tim’s well-muscled ass.  Tim groaned more at the stress than for the pleasure.  Bobby kept up the rough assault on Tim’s ass.  After about 20 minutes, Tim called for a time out.  Bobby quickly pulled all the way out in one fast movement, leaving Tim gasping.

Tim looked at me with a big smile and said, “Your next, sexy.”

I walked closer and Tim said, “Bend over with your chest on the bed and your ass in the air.”

I slowly got into position and waited.   I felt Tim’s cock rub up and down my ass crack.  I reached back and felt him to make sure he was wearing a condom.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you at the club having dinner,” Tim whispered in my ear.  He pressed the tip of his cock against my hole and started a steady push.  POP! I felt him enter me with his big, hard cock.  This guy definitely was hung.  He slowly pushed until he was balls deep and waited for my hole to adjust to the intrusion.   Bobby knelt on the bed in front of me, put his cock against my lips and I quickly swallowed him.  He started to slowly fuck my face, going balls deep, causing me to gag slightly.  I was not used to getting fucked on both ends and, so far, it felt great.  In and out.  The aroma of man sex filled the bedroom.

Tim moaned as he fucked my hungry hole and when he sounded like he was gonna come, he pulled out slowly, took the condom off and threw it on the floor, and said, “I had to stop because I was about to shoot my load and it’s too early for that.

Bobby suggested we take a break and get something to drink.  We went to the living room and waited while Bobby got three beers from the refrigerator.

We talked about the sex, each of us giving our nod of approval. We drank the beers in record time, eager to get back to the threesome.

In the bedroom, I said to Bobby, “I want to ride you, please.”  We climbed on the bed, Bobby on his back and I squatted over his always solidly hard dick.  He reached down, held his dick against my pussy and I slid down all the way, resting for about thirty seconds. I rode Bobby like a rodeo cowboy.  I was lost in sexual pleasure when suddenly I felt something touching my hole and then pressure like Tim was trying to get inside me, too.

I stopped riding and Tim wrongly took this as me waiting for him to get inside to double penetrate me.  I reached back and pushed Tim on his chest.  He said, “Come on Chris, you can do this.  Let me get in there too.”

“No, Tim, I don’t want to be stretched that much.  Stop.”

“Chris you can do this, just relax and let me in.”

“Tim, I said NO!”

He pushed again, trying to slide his dick inside against Bobby’s thick meat already inside me.

When it seemed that Tim was not going to take ‘no’ for an answer, Bobby spoke up. “Tim, Chris asked you to stop.  We all agreed to everything being consensual and you have crossed the line into non-consensual sex.”

Tim looked irritated that he didn’t get to DP me.

I raised up and let Bobby’s cock slip out of me.  I knelt on the bed looking at Bobby and then at Tim.  To break the uncomfortable silence, I got between Bobby’s outstretched legs and took his cock in my mouth and tried to soothe him with a blowjob.  The only sounds in the room were from me and my slurping. 

After a few minutes Tim apologized, “Guys, I got carried away.  Most guys I play with like bareback and are up for whatever we can do, including double penetration.”

I wiggled my ass.  After half-a-minute, I heard the snap of a condom slapping on a dick.  Soon, Tim came up behind me, reached around and stroked my cock, tweaked my nipples, pressed his chest against my back, mixing sweat with sweat.

“Chris, may I have more of your beautiful ass.  It is so beautiful and desirable.  I turned around and catching him off-guard, kissed him.  After the kiss ran out of steam, Tim pushed my head down onto the bed, grabbed my hips and pulled my ass up into fucking position.  Just when I thought I felt his dick about to enter me, he rubbed his tongue up and down my   crack. He moaned over and over, expressing his pleasure of eating my pussy.  His tongue penetrated me and swirled around behind my sphincter tasting me raw.  After maybe fifteen minutes he stopped and pressed his hardness against my hole. He got inside easily this time and fucked me gently, whispering in my ear, then he started to get more aggressive and fucked harder and faster.  Bobby used my throat for a few minutes and suddenly Tim cried out, “FUCK FUCK FUCK:” His orgasm rocked his body.  He shook and vibrated until he was drained of energy.

Tim pulled out and fell over on his back on the bed. 

Bobby stopped fucking my face and three of us just relaxed for a few minutes. 

Tim raised up on an elbow, “Chris, I know you are a bottom but I would love to feel your big white dick inside me.”

I somehow felt proud that Tim wanted me to fuck him.  Without saying anything, I reached over, picked up a condom and slid it over my cock, which had remained hard for most of the session.

“Hot damn! “  Tim yelled. “I can’t believe you’re gonna shove that beautiful cock in my ass.  Fuck!”

Just before I topped my first man in many years, Tim looked at me over his shoulder said, “When you come, do it in my mouth.  Come down my fucking throat.  Is that, OK?”

“Where else do you think I’m gonna shoot my load, queer boy,” I said with a chuckle inn my voice.

Bobby perked up and said, “That gives me an idea.”  He got on his knees in front of Tim.  “Open that fucking face pussy boy.”

“Yes Sir!” Tim barked like a marine corps recruit.

Bobby’s big, hard dick slid between Tim’s lips as my cock penetrated his pussy.  Tim groaned and moaned with pleasure at the assault on his fuck holes.

I had forgotten how good a dick feels inside the velvety walls of a man’s guts.  I pushed balls deep, waited shortly and then began a fuck I had not enjoyed for such a long time.  Being a Top is not too shabby.  Bobby and I spit-roasted Tim with no mercy.  He would remember this for a long time.

Bobby groaned loudly, grabbed Tim’s head with both hands, pumped a couple of time and yelled, “Fucking swallow my load, Tim boy.  Fucking swallow it.

Tim gagged a few times because of how deep Bobby was down his throat.  The gagging caused Tim’s hole to grab and grab at my cock and to prevent coming in the condom, I stopped, Bobby pulled out and Tim turned around to take my cock in his throat.  I fucked him like he was a sex toy and unloaded my seed in his throat.  I stayed deep to let the last drops of my cum run out and down into Tim’s belly.  He licked my dick clean and then flopped onto the bed. 

“Shit, that was mega-hot, guys.  Thank you both, “Tim commented.

“Tim, it was just as hot for me,” I said, smiling at him.

“You know how to guzzle a man’s load, dude,” Bobby chimed in.

“Tim, you haven’t come yet;” I said smiling at him.

“Oh yes, I did.  You guys fucked the cum out of me. I came on your sheets when you both were spit-roasting me.  No hands, you guys got me so hot I had no control and I came like a bull.” Bobby and I laughed.

It seemed that we three were sexually satisfied and our threesome may have reached an end. 

“Guys, let’s have something to drink and relax a little,” I offered.

As we walked, Bobby put an arm around Tim and said, “We probably disappointed you with our no bare or DP situation.”

“No, Bobby it was all good, I was just in my high-horny-mode and got carried away.  I loved every minute of it except when I offended you and Chris.”

“Tim, don’t make a big deal of that.  Little things happen like that. We clear it up and move on.”

“I don’t want to push my luck, but I truly hope we can do this again sometime and if we can’t I’ll understand.  A lot of gay sex is a one-time event, but I hope we can do it again, maybe a foursome so everybody always has someone to play with.”

I brought to the living room a bottle of delicious white wine and a snack I had made last night and kept in the refrigerator.

Tim took a bit of the snack, gave a ‘mmmmmm’ of approval and asked, “This is delicious, what is it?”

“It’s a ham and lachs roll.  A sheet of lachs, cream cheese, a slice of ham spread with horse radish and then rolled up with a tooth pick stuck in the roll to keep it together.

Time looked at me with a question on his face, “What is lox?”

“Lachs is thinly sliced, smoked salmon.”

Tim nodded his head to acknowledge he understood as he continued munching and drinking.

When the wine bottle was empty and the snacks had been devoured, I said, “Tim I would offer more wine but you have to drive.  And, if you want to shower before you leave, feel free.”

Tim got a shit-eating grin on his face and said, “Who wants to join me?”

Bobby and I answered together, “Me!”

“Holy fuck,” Tim giggled. “You’re really gonna do it.”

The three of us went to the bathroom, I got out towels for each of us and we climbed into the shower.  It was cozy but not really crowded.  We washed each other from top to bottom, Tim and I giving special attention to Bobby Ray.  After all, Bobby was the real Top, the man in charge, and deserved full attention from his two sluts.

There was a lot of moaning, ass playing as we cleaned each other, stroking of three hard cocks by all.  Hugging, showing tenderness and expressing our warm feelings for each other added a nice touch to an enjoyable evening of hot sex. Bobby and I wanted to be sure Tim left without feeling bad about his attempt at DP.  All is good with the three of us.  I hope Bobby will agree to getting together again sometime now that we have made our acquaintances in the bedroom. 

Bobby got an evil grin on his face and barked in his drill sergeant voice, “Both of you sluts, get on your fucking knees.”

I think I knew what was about to happen but I’m sure Tim didn’t have a clue.  Bobby grabbed his semi-hard cock, aimed it at me and then Tim as he marked his conquests of the day.  The warm piss felt so fucking good.  He pissed for a long time.  Tim and I both got hard from Bobby’s surprise.

When the golden nectar tank was empty, Bobby shook off the last few drops onto our faces. Then the three of us stood under the running water, facing the shower wall, and jacked off, spraying the wall with our cum.  I was sad to see the thick white baby makers disappearing down the drain, but this shower time together was a hot end to the sex evening.

 As Tim stood by the open door to leave, he looked at Bobby and said please invite me again.  I’ll be a good boy.

“Tim, I don’t see why the fuck not.  We’ll text and set up another date,” Bobby said, smiling warmly at Tim. “And, for the record, you were a good boy today, very good boy.”

“Tim, wait,” I quickly said.  “Let us pull on some clothes and we’ll walk you to your car.  Bobby and I pulled on shorts and t-shirts and walked our toy boy out to his car.

Tim stood by his car, acting a bit nervous, not knowing what to do.  I grabbed him, hugged him and kissed him.  Bobby pulled Tim to him, hugged and kissed and whispered something in Tim’s ear.  He let Tim go and ruffled his hair.

Tim was grinning and blushing a bright red.  He was beyond happy.  Giddy as a school girl.  He got into his car, got himself together, smiling as he drove away. 

Bobby put his arm around my waist and guided me back inside.  “How about a margarita?”  I nodded in agreement. We had three big margaritas and got a little drunk.

Bobby looked at me, stared for a minute and said, “Even though we didn’t discuss how to bid Tim farewell, I’m glad we both had the same idea. It would have been terrible for him to leave feeling guilty about his misstep.  He’s a good guy and I think he left feeling pretty good about the evening. The next time it will be easier for all of us. That is if you agree to inviting him back.”  I nodded in agreement.

“I know it’s late, but I want some dick,” I begged.

“We went to the bedroom.  Bobby picked me up and threw me on the bed.  He knew what I liked and needed right now. I wanted him to remind me that he owned me, all of me.”

Bobby dragged me on the bed until my head was hanging over the edge. “Yes, yes, yes.”  My dick rose like it was being resurrected and I was instantly hard.

“Open your mouth and take my dick down your throat.  In this position I have a straight shot to go balls deep and this time it probably will probably get sloppy.”  He threw one of our bath towels on the floor underneath my head. 

“Give me an alcohol-fueled no mercy throat fuck, Sir.”

Bobby’s cock slid down my throat with ease.   He pulled out and dropped his big balls on my open mouth.  He used a couple of fingers to push them into my mouth.  He had shaved his balls this morning so my tongue made clean, close contact as I tongue washed his sperm tanks. 

“Hold my balls in and resist me pulling them out,” Bobby whispered loudly.  I clamped down.

Bobby starting pulling his balls out of my warm, wet mouth but I held on to the nut sack.  He eventually forcefully pulled out and screamed from pain and pleasure.  “FUCK ME! Damn that was hot, felt so good.  Shit, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time and the alcohol made me brave enough to do it.”

He again let his dick slide down my throat and proceeded to rock in and out in very short stroke. When he was balls deep, he pushed harder gaining that extra inch of depth.  He knew this would make me gag and he wanted to know that his big cock could make me squeeze my abs and sound like I was gonna puke my guts out.  As I dry heaved, my throat clamped tightly around Bobby’s generous manhood.  As Bobby pounded my throat, I felt throat slime creeping up my throat and running out the corners of my mouth.  I was so hard from this rough manhandling.  I loved being helpless, under the control of this masculine god.  I think I actually puked a little but it was mixed with the slime.  Bobby sensed that I was getting stressed out.  He slowly pulled out of my throat and jumped onto the bed.  He propped himself up on pillows and said, “Get the fuck up here and show me how you worship my masculinity.”

I got on my hands and knees and hovered over Bobby. I was on fire.  I quickly rubbed my stubble hard on his nipples, rubbed my face in his trimmed chest hair.  I licked his biceps, nibbled a little, shoved my face in his armpit, inhaled and then licked his sweat away.  He tasted so fucking good.  I kissed his chest, nipples, abs, lower belly and then attacked his messy cock with my hungry mouth and proceeded to give him the best blowjob I was capable of giving.  I blew out as I went down his long shaft and sucked hard as I came up, blow and suck.  Bobby was rocking back and forth on the bed, cursing, moaning. I continued using my energy reserves to drain his balls.  He squealed loudly and filled my mouth and throat with a huge load.  I kept working his cock after he came. 

“Oh god!  Chris, man you are so good to me. I love you, Chris. Love you.”

I continued without pausing, blow, suck, up, down.  I grabbed his nuts and pulled slowly applying pressure to prevent his ball sack from tightening when he would come.  I pulled and twisted and he finally screamed again, “Fuck, gonna come again. Shit, fuck!”

He again filled me mouth with his warm, thick, sticky sperm. I paused for about ten seconds and then returned to blow, suck, up and down, rotating my head as I moved on him.  Just when he thought it was safe to relax, I had started working on him again.

“Chris, there’s no way you can get another load out of me.”

I did not stop.  I was gonna prove this stud wrong.  I continued my assault on his manhood.

Suddenly Bobby yelled, “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”  He made a mixture of noises as he came for a third time, whining, crying, gasping.  The third load was not like the first but there was cum and Bobby had his third orgasm in a never-ending blowjob.

I licked his cock clean and wrapped my hand around it.  Bobby raised his head and looked at me.  He shook his head, ‘no.’  I gave him a couple of quick strokes.  “No Chris, please, no more.  Don’t jack me, please.” He was in panic mode. “If I come again, I’m sure I’ll have a heart attack.  Fuck you are viscous and relentless.”

I crawled up his body and kissed him. My tongue searching for his.  We slowly tongued each other.  I said, “I know you’re wiped out.  I was just fucking with you.”

Bobby looked at me. “You know I had fun with you and Tim today, but sex with him is nothing compared to our sex, just you and me.  Chris, you just gave me three orgasms.  No woman could ever hope to do that with me.”

He knelt between my legs and rubbed his hands all over my body, squeezing my pecs, biceps and suddenly he had my balls in his hand, gently rolling them around in his hands, pulling on my sack.  It all felt so good.  He stopped, grabbed the bottle of lube from the night stand, lubed both hands and proceeded to give me a two-hand job.  He was an expert at this, doing to me what he did to himself when he jacked off. Yep, he does.  He had a cum rag in his truck for when he’s underway.

I got lost in the feelings he was giving me.  It took me less than ten minutes to shoot a load straight up.  It fell back onto me and the sheets.  His hands did not stop.  He kept stroking me.  I mumbled, “Bobby” and raised up to look at him.  He just shook his head sideways and said, “I aim to give as good as I get.”  I knew he wouldn’t stop until I came again.  The second load took longer.  He kept stroking me with both hands, using cum and precum for natural lube.  I knew I didn’t have another nut in my balls.  He sensed this due to my lack of excitement and slowed to the end of his marvelous hand job.  He scooped up some of my cum and fed it to me. 

Both of us lay there coming down from an incredible evening of super sex.  We were too tired to shower again.  The sheets were puddled with cum and smelled of raw sex. Without saying anything, Bobby took me in his arms and he was lightly snoring in a couple of minutes.  It didn’t take me much longer before I drifted off into dreamsville.

To be continued…..