“I know, Sandor, I get it. It's kind of unexpected. Don't think it wasn't for me, but there you are.”
Sandor was looking at me, his eyes wide. I couldn't tell if he was angry, embarrassed or something else. He didn't say a word for a minute, running his finger over the lip of his beer glass. The pub was noisy and filled with men and women looking for some release after a day of work. Mine had been relatively quiet. My students behaved themselves and my fellow teachers weren't sniping at each other as much as usual.
I looked down at my own pint of bitter and felt ridiculous. Of course Sandor was upset. Not only had he discovered I was having sex with a guy, he had actually walked in to my flat – as he usually did – and found us naked on the sofa. Post-coital, I'm happy to say. If he had walked in on Sergio stuffing his big cock into me, that would have been too much for him, I'm sure.
You see, I had known Sandor since primary school. Apart from Carlos, Sandor was my closest mate. He and the Arenas family – including Carlos and Sergio - got along fine, but they moved in different circles. I think Sandor was always a little jealous of my friendship with Carlos. But now? He saw that I was fucking Carlos' brother. Or rather being fucked by Carlos' brother.
Sandor looked up at me and I hated the expression on his face. He finally said, “Why didn't you tell me?”
My stomach dropped about ten feet. I said, “This is me telling you. I was going to tell you sooner, but I felt embarrassed. But then you walked in on us and...well, now you know.”
He looked annoyed and said, “Stan. You could have told me as soon as you got back from Vanuatu. It's been like, what? Three weeks since you got back? You're my best friend. I'm cool with it.”
I looked into his eyes trying to see if he was just being nice, but I could see right away that he was sincere. That felt really good. I said, “Thanks, Sandor. I knew you would be fine with it. I guess...well, I think I'm still getting used to it. I mean, I never once imagined being into a guy, much less into Sergio.”
Sandor snorted and said, “Yeah. It's kind of a surprise. But he's cool. I've always liked Sergio. If you were going to fall for a guy I guess you couldn't find a better one.”
I sipped my bitter and regarded Sandor for a moment. There was something odd about the what he had just said and I couldn't quite place it. And now that I was allowing myself to be all about Sergio and by extension, men, I realized I was really looking at Sandor. Which is strange to say about someone I had known since we were seven. He's got all this curly blonde hair and big blue eyes. He's taller than I am and slimmer. His parents, both scientists, are cool people and I've picked up a smattering of Hungarian over the years which makes them laugh.
But I was still a little puzzled by Sandor's attitude. Despite saying he was surprised, he seemed remarkably chill. Almost curious. That was it. He seemed curious. So I said, “You don't mind? I mean some of my other straight friends aren't going to take this as well as you. Think about Martin. Or Reg. I'm not looking forward to their reactions.”
He snorted again, almost spitting his lager over the table. “Oh my God! I hadn't even thought about them. Maybe we should do it together. They don't really know Sergio, do they?”
I shook my head. It was true. They were mates from Uni who never really fit in with the Arenas family or with Sandor. Very straight. A little homophobic, if I'm honest. And I felt a stab of guilt at all the times I let some of their stupid comments go. Wincing, I said, “I think it's going to take longer to tell them. You were supposed to be the first one I told, Sandor. I hope you know that.”
I could tell he heard me and he looked moved. He reached over and slapped my shoulder lightly. “Yeah. I know Stan. It's cool.” He stopped a moment, then said, “But it's still kind of a shock...”
I closed my eyes, remembering the moment. I said, “Yeah. For us, too. But you didn't have to run away.”
He laughed, “Come on, Stan. What was I supposed to do? Watch the two of you untangle from each other and pretend like it was normal day?”
It was a good point. I nodded. After Sergio and I had had a shower (and fucked again under the hot water), I told Sergio I needed to talk to Sandor and he got it. He kissed me and had gone home. I finally said, “Why don't you come for dinner tomorrow night? The three of us. We'll pretend like nothing happened and move on.”
Sandor gave me a little smile that was kind of cryptic. He said, “Sure, mate. Make sure you clean the sofa off...”
We both laughed.
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Sandor arrived at my flat at seven. Sergio was already there making something Spanish with some fish he brought. Sandor came into the kitchen and it felt normal, which was a relief. He even hugged Sergio and took the glass of wine I handed him and raised it. “To the surprising couple.”
He had a big grin on his face as the three of us took a sip of wine. Sergio and Sandor had always gotten along, even if they weren't all that close. As my best friend, Carlos had made sure Sandor was part of things when we all got together with the Arenas clan, and he and Sergio had always had an easy connection. I think Carlos was a little jealous of Sandor as well since I had known Sandor for so much longer. I suppose they were a little jealous of each other.
We sat and ate the lovely fish Sergio had made, and drank probably too much Rioja. When the plates had been cleared and brandy poured, we all settled into the living room. Sergio and I were close together on the sofa and Sandor was sitting across from us. He looked at us at one point, sipping from his snifter. He finally said, “So Natalie was royally pissed...”
I took a big gulp of brandy and said, “Yeah. That's one way of putting it. Can you blame her? Have you talked to her?”
Sandor looked guilty and said, “Yeah. We had a pint last week. She didn't tell me this was the reason...”
I knew what he meant. 'This' being the fact that I was fucking Sergio. I said, “I can't blame her. I would be pissed if I was her.”
Sergio laughed and took my hand. “She'll get over it.” He turned to Sandor and said, “So you're cool with us being together?”
Sandor looked thoughtful and finally said, “Yeah. I mean, it's fine that you're a couple. It's more I'm still getting my head around Stan being into guys.”
There was a look on Sandor's face that caught my attention. I put my glass down and said, “What is it, Sandor? I can tell something's bothering you.”
He looked pained. He got up and paced around the room. I couldn't tell what was wrong with him. He stopped at a picture of a beach that I had taken in Malaga a few years before. He suddenly turned and said, “You make it look so easy...”
For a second I couldn't figure out what he meant, then it dawned on me. “Are you curious? About being with a guy?”
He winced and went to the window. It was raining and there were streaks of water all over the glass. He said, “Yeah. I always have. I'm still all about women, but...maybe I'm bi?”
Sergio sat up beside me, leaning forward toward Sandor. “I think it's more than maybe, Sandor.”
Sandor laughed a little ruefully. “Yeah. More than maybe...” He stopped, looking at us with a confused expression. “I need to piss.” With that he left the room. I head the WC door slam.
Sergio turned to me and said, “I didn't see that coming.”
I was going to nod, but then I thought of something, “I remember a time when we were about thirteen, not too long after I starting hanging out with Carlos...anyway, one night he asked me if it was weird that he had a dream about kissing a guy. I didn't think much of it at the time. We all have strange dreams at that age.”
Sergio took my hand again and nodded. “It's true. I had dreams about fucking all kinds of things at that age. Even a post-box, if I'm remembering correctly. I even fucked myself in one dream. Crazy time.”
“Yeah, well I'm glad you moved on from post-boxes.” I leaned in a we kissed a bit more deeply. I loved the feeling of his lips, so juicy and soft. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and then suddenly remembered Sandor was in the flat. I pulled back and turned and there he was. He had this look. Kind of surprised. Kind of...I don't know. Hungry? Yearning?
Sergio was ahead of me. He said, “Come on over Sandor. Have a seat.”
I suddenly realized what Sergio had in mind and I wondered if it was a good idea. For both Sandor and me. I'd had threeways before, but not gay ones, obviously. Two women and me. It was fun. But this? With my two oldest mates? I wasn't sure it was all that wise.
But then Sandor surprised me. He shrugged and came over and sat down beside me. He turned and looked at me, expectant. Was I prepared for this? Was he? At that moment I think the brandy decided for me. I reached out and put my hand on Sandor's shoulder and leaned in. I said, “You're a really sexy guy, Sandor. Now that I'm into guys, I can say that. I guess I've always known it.”
I could feel his breath on my face. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were wide. He said, “Really?”
I put my hand on his face feeling the stubble on his chin. I leaned in and just before our lips met I said, “Yeah. Really.”
Our lips met and just as it had felt with Sergio the first time, I was amazed at how soft his mouth was. The difference between him and me, I suddenly realized, as Sandor responded, opening his mouth and putting his hand on the back of my head, was he was already into it. He was there, ready, eager. Before I could even think, I felt his tongue push past mine. It was surprisingly long and energetic. Mine met his and they snaked around each other and I opened my mouth further, feeling his breath, smelling his body and then, with a jolt of surprise, felt Sergio's mouth beside ours and his arms went around both of us, pulling us together so the three of us mashed our mouthes together.
I felt, rather than heard, Sandor moan. He pulled back and said, “I want to watch you two...”
Sergio grinned at him, then at me. But then he stood up and said, “But first, Sandro, take my clothes off.”
My Sergio. Always in charge. But I liked it. I stood up beside him and said, “Both of us. You get to explore all you want. Don't be shy.”
I could tell that Sandor was beyond excited. Not one, but two guys were offering to make real his deepest fantasies. Fantasies he had never allowed to be real, never thought could be real. It was different than my situation, since I had never fantasized about guys until that fateful kiss from Sergio.
I took Sergio's hand and we stepped forward so that we were closer to him. Sandor reached for Sergei's trousers and undid them, pulling the zipper open, then slowly peeling them down his thighs. Sergei's blue bikini briefs contrasted amazingly with his tan skin. They were tight and full of his cock that was bulging out to one side, stretching the fabric. There was one precise wet spot the the end of his cock pressing the fabric. Sandor swallowed as if he was nervous, but then he stood up and started to pulled Sergio's t-shirt off and Sergio raised his arms to help him.
To my surprise, Sandor brought the fabric to his nose and breathed deeply as if he was savouring the smell of my guy's body. He had clearly been fantasizing about what he wanted for a long time. He looked into Sergio's eyes for a second and I thought he would kiss him, but he turned to me instead, doing the same, fumbling with the buttons of my shirt, then peeling it off. He looked at my chest, at the light brown hair all over my pecs and ran his hand through them.
He said, “I've always wondered what you felt like...” The he leaned in and kissed each nipple, then sat down. He pulled off his own shirt since it was clear where this was headed. I heard him mumble, “Fuck it,” and he quickly got out of his jeans and underwear.
The sight of his dick took my breath away. I had seen Sandor in change rooms over the years, swimming in the nude a couple of times, but never like this. Never with his cock rigid and ready. Holy fuck. I looked at Sergio and I could tell he was having the same reaction. Sandor had a magnificent instrument. Long. Probably more than eight inches. Porn sized. My mouth felt suddenly hungry for it. His balls were all covered in blonde hair and the bush around his cock was thick. He spread his legs and took it in his hand.
I said, feeling almost dizzy, “How have you kept that hidden from me for so long.”
He shrugged, but with a bigger grin, seemed to change gears. He looked up at Sergio and at the same time yanked Sergio's briefs down, watching Sergio's dick spring out all rigid and eager-looking. The end was wet. Then he did the same to me. My cock was streaming pre-cum I was so excited. I gave it a little stroke and watched Sandor's face. He had this big smile like a little kid who gets the best birthday present they ever imagined.
Looking at Sandor's fucking torpedo of a cock, I said, “Sandor...stroke yourself. I want you to show off.”
Without hesitation, he took his cock in his fist and pumped it a few times. I watched his hairy balls flex and slide, I watched the end get a little wetter and Sandor moaned and shut his eyes. I could smell him. He was radiating sex and sweat, and something citrusy. I wanted to get down and stick my nose between his legs, but I knew I had to wait.
Sandor seemed proud of himself. But then Sergio stepped even closer to him. His dick – not much smaller than Sandor's – was like rock. I could tell. I was familiar with how it felt and tasted. Sergio purred, “What do you want to do now, Sandor? There are two cocks here that need some attention. Why don't you get to it?”
The two of us stood there naked, hard, excited. Sergio's body was touching mine. I could smell him, his turned-on smell that I was beginning to love. There was a small, shiny drop of pre-cum on the end of his cock. I reached over and caught it on the end of my forefinger and brought it close to Sandor's face. I said, “You want to taste?”
With a little sound, Sandor opened his mouth and sucked the shiny liquid off my fingers, then took my whole finger in his mouth, caressing it with his tongue. This was a side of Sandor I had never seen. Sensual, eager, horny as fuck. I looked at his massive tool that rose from his lap. The head was red and wet, and it seemed to be almost quivering.
I stepped closer so that both of our dicks were in Sandor's face, almost touching his mouth. Sergio reached out and ran his hand through Sandor's curls. He said, “You're a cute little fucker, aren't you? Why don't you give our cocks some attention?”
I love it when Sergio take charge and issues orders and plays the dominant dude. He can do the opposite, of course, and loves it when I fuck him into next week, but I actually prefer this Sergio, the Sergio who wants to fuck, who wants to have a guy take his cock and worship it. And I felt the same. I was surprised, because I had always felt that Sandor was the slightly more dominant one in our relationship, but seeing him sit there, hungry for our dicks, hungry to have his face fucked, made me want to be the one doing the fucking.
Sandor looked up at Sergio, his face serious, then he reached up and took Sergio's cock in his hand and then mine with his other hand. He gave us both a stroke. Just one, as if he was trying to get a sense of what another man's cock felt like. He looked up at me, then very slowly, almost carefully, he opened his mouth and let the end of my dick pass his lips. His tongue ran along the underside and then he closed his lips around my cock. I felt him moan, as if he had been waiting for his whole life to have a cock in his mouth. Maybe he had.
I pushed a little forward so more of my rigid, aching dick went into his mouth, then more, until I felt the head reach the back of his mouth. I'm not huge, but I was almost surprised that he didn't gag or pull back. I put my hands on both sides of his head and took one long, gentle thrust of my hips and felt his mouth caressing me and I could feel juice streaming from my cock into his mouth. He pulled back and took a breath, a long stream of pre-cum following which he slurped back in when he opened his mouth again and let me go deeper. I put more energy into the movement of my body, giving him more force, letting my cock explore even deeper. It was intense. I had to hold myself so I didn't cum, which is all I wanted to do. My cock felt like it was glowing as if it was on fire. My balls started to contract, so I pulled out. My cock was pulsing, wet, eager and just on the edge of spewing. Pre-cum flowed out and dripped down. I caught it on my finger and sucked it off, enjoying my own taste.
Sandor turned to Sergio and opened his mouth. Sergio reached forward, grabbed the back of Sandor's head and thrust his longer prick deep in his mouth. Sandor coughed, but took it until Sergei's balls were resting on his chin. I could see the strain on his face, which was getting a little red. Sergio said, all low and seductive, “You have an awesome mouth, Sandor. You take cock like you've been doing if for years.”
I would have to have a conversation with Sergio about this, about how assertive he was being. It's one thing to fuck me with authority – which I loved – but I was not expecting him to be so intense about it with Sandor. But at the same time I was into it. Holy fuck was I into it. I suddenly understood the possibilities of guy sex. The way guys can express their needs and ask for exactly what they want. And more importantly, take what they want. We were taking Sandor's mouth and we all were into it.
Sandor moaned and Sergio started to rock his hips forward, choking him a little each time his thick, throbbing muscle went deep into his throat. I was stroking my cock in time with Sergio still feeling like I was on the edge.
But Sergio stopped after a minute and pulled his cock out. It was shiny with spit and drooling from the end. I couldn't help myself and I leaned down and sucked the juice up. Then I stood up and Sergio and I kissed, our mouths wet and sloppy.
I heard Sandor's voice say, “Why don't we go get comfortable?”
I pulled back and grinned. “Good idea.” I reached for Sandor's hand and pulled him up. I decided to get things going and pulled him close so our cocks collided and our mouths met. I felt Sergio get behind me and slide his cock between my ass cheeks, grinding into me. But then Sandor turned away and walked toward the bedroom, so we followed.
I watched as Sandor threw himself on the bed. I could tell he was trying to act confident, but I just knew he was scared because he knew what was coming, so to speak. Sergio went to the side of the bed and pulled open the drawer of the little table. He threw the lube on the bed and slid on after it, lying beside Sandor. They started to kiss, so I grabbed the lube and made my fingers all slippery and got between Sandor's legs. I felt his body stiffen and he turned and looked at me, his face a little tight. I said, “It's cool, Sandor. Let me take care of you.”
I leaned down and licked his long, thick cock from top to bottom, then again. He gasped and his hips involuntarily rose, mashing his cock into my face. At the same time I slipped a finger into his ass, sucking on the head of his cock like it was an ice cream. He tasted delicious and gave me lots of juice as I stuck another finger in. He felt so warm and tight, so vulnerable, so hot. I started to finger-fuck him slowly while I tried to take his cock in my mouth. It wasn't easy. I had never imagined trying to suck a cock that big. Sergio is not small, but this one was in a whole other league. I got about half of it in and put another finger into him. My nose was full of amazing smells: cock, sweat, guy all mixed together. It made my head spin.
His ass was soft and snug and I could feel the walls of his insides enveloping me. It was strange – for a moment – to have my hand in my oldest friend's ass, but I quickly got into it, pulled out then inserting four fingers. Sandor made a sound and I wasn't sure if it was good or bad, so I spit his dick out and looked up. I should have known. Sergio was fucking his face and not slowly. He was driving his dick all the way in, his balls slapping Sandor's chin, spit running out of the sides of his mouth. Sandor was clearly distracted, so I sat up and lubed my cock up. I hooked my arms underneath his strong, blond-furred legs and watched the head of my cock slide around his hole, then very slowly I pushed. The blonde hair around his cock seemed damp and his balls looked so vulnerable, but his star-quality cock was almost unbelievable.
I pushed into him slowly and even though Sandor, his mouth being reamed by Sergio, was making all kinds of sounds, I got myself all the way in, our bodies meeting, my balls tucked against his ass. Sergio pulled himself out of Sandor's mouth, and turned toward me on his knees and moved behind me. I knew what he was going to do, and sure enough he wrapped his arms around my chest and worked himself into me, and I rotated my hips, letting his prick slid in just the way I like it. His chest met my back and his mouth was against my ear. He said, “You are so sexy, Stan. Is it too early to say I think I'm totally in love with you?”
Fucking hell. Sergio would choose a moment like that to say he loved me? Sure it had only been a month, but sometimes you just know, right? Because I already knew, but I hadn't planned on saying it for a while. So I held back some tears and growled, “You absolute pillock! I love you, too, idiot. But now? You say this now?”
I felt him laugh and his sucked on my earlobe. Then he said, “We'll talk about this later. In the meantime we have work to do.”
We did have work to do. I looked down at Sandor and said, “You all right?”
He tried to smile, but I could tell he was feeling a lot. But he said, “I'm all right. Just fuck me. I've been waiting my whole adult life for a guy to fuck me and I guess you're that guy. So yeah, do it.”
So I did. But as my cock began to piston him, ream my oldest friend, with Sergio's cock fucking me at the same time, I started to imagine something. I looked down between Sandor and me and watched that impressively long prick, all hard and thick and veiny but somehow elegant, twitch in time with the force of my cock in his asshole and I knew what I wanted next. I wanted that thing in me. I wanted that world-class cock to fuck me, and hard.
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