Mark Learns Some New Things
Some things you can't share with even your closest friends. As much as I trusted Ilya and Stephen – with my life – I knew that I waned this to be our secret.
What secret is that? Well...at some point in the fourth year of our relationship, after we had moved to England, Trevor had the idea to do something different and as soon as he did it, I was very much interested in exploring it further.
We were in bed – of course – naked, a little hot (it was July), a little sweaty and Trevor was sitting on my chest, his long thighs on either side of my head, his balls sitting on my chin, the blondish hair on them tickling me. He was staring at me while very slowly jacking his big long cut cock over my face. I had been hoping I would get a mouth – or face - full of a big Trevor-load when he stopped and said, “Hmm, Mark. I want to try something. Will you let me experiment?”
“I guess...” I had no idea what was in his mind.
He slid off me and left the bedroom. I heard him walk down the hall of our flat, and I could hear some drawers opening and then he came back with a some rope we found, I didn't even know we had rope. He said, “Get off the bed...”
I realized I liked where this was going and I didn't know why. I stood beside the bed. My dick was like steel and he playfully grabbed it for a moment while looking around the room as if he had lost something. Then his face brightened and he said, “Come over here...”
He led me to a big metal bookshelf we have that's full of books I will never read, in fact can't even make any sense of. You know. Books on the nature of quantum entanglement. That sort of thing. Trevor reads them over his toast in the morning. He looped the rope through one of the bars that held up the top shelf then, holding my wrists, tied the ends around them just tight enough. I was now attached to our bookshelf with my arms extended over my head.
He stood back and looked at me, his fine, light hair all tousles and gorgeous. “Too tight?”
I realized I was getting really turned on. My cock twitched. “Just fine.”
He leaned in and kissed me, then got on his knees. He stroked my dick really slowly for a while, watching precum ooze, occasionally licking the big shiny drops that appeared. He slurped the end into his mouth and I watched my whole cock disappear for a while, his tongue working over the whole thing. He tugged on my balls. I was trimming more than usual, so they were soft and bare. I gasped and moaned, feeling like I could shoot in his mouth at any moment. But then he suddenly stopped and stood up. He kissed me again then went back to the bed and lay down.
He just grinned at me. Then he said, “What if we do this again some time but we get some guy to be here and we have sex in front of you while you're tied up? And what if we stop every few minutes and one of us comes over and sucks your cock until you almost cum, then we ignore you again? Sound good?”
I squirmed against the rope, wanting to touch my dick very badly. I said, “So you would keep me on the edge for a while while I watch you fuck someone else?”
With a big smile, he said, “Yeah. That.”
It was making me crazy. For some reason I found the idea really hot. I said, “When do we start?”
He laughed and got off the bed, coming over and kneeling again, inhaled my prick, fingering my balls. I watched his mouth work, listening to the slurping sounds. His own cock was as hard as mine, the head all red and wet.
Then he stood up again and picked up his phone from beside the bed. Scrolling on some app, he said, “What if we find someone right now? I mean at least see some possibilities.” He was swiping thought the app, but then he clearly thought of something. He sat on the edge of the bed and began to key things into the screen. I waited, looking down at my poor cock which was twitching. There was a little stream of juice coming out of the end.
At one point he held up the phone and took some pictures of me, so I knew he was creating a profile for us. Then he took a picture of his cock which would obviously be a featured attraction being so big and luscious and all.
He didn't show me the pictures, just posted them. He threw the phone on the bed and went back to tormenting me by very slowly stroking his cock. He said, “It's too bad, Mark, that you can't touch yourself. Only I get to touch you...”
Then he got up again and stood really close to me. I could feel the heat from his tall, slightly tan skin, my nose filled with the scent coming off his balls. For the millionth time, I admired the fuzz of blond hair around his cock that trailed up his flat belly. I loved running my nose through the hair around his balls.
His long, cut cock was almost touching mine, but he didn't close the distance. He leaned down and licked all the goo off the tip, smacking his lips with satisfaction. He was really enjoying this little power play. And so was I.
After I watched him stroke himself for a while, he got up and disappeared. I could barely hear him in the kitchen, pouring something into a glass. I stood there feeling desperate. My dick was in agony, my balls almost aching. I watched in fascination as the little stream of precum become a long rope of precum that started to drizzle onto the floor.
He came back into the room and looked at my cock, a big smile on his face. He knelt down and lapped up all my shiny liquied, he big greenish eyes big with lust, then he inhaled my cock into his throat a few time until I was right on the edge, a burn that was about to become a conflagration but he knew exactly when to stop. He pulled his mouth back and watched my cock twitch in frustration, so close to blowing but not quite. More precum gushed out and started the little fountain again. He collected some on his finger and fed it to me. I almost came hands free then, eagerly sucking on his finger.
He kept me on edge for another hour. My arms were sore then numb, but I didn't care. He stroked his big dick right in front me and fed me some of his precum. He brought me to the edge with his mouth a few more times so that I was almost crying from need, but so turned on I could barely think.
Then, to my astonishment, I heard a knock at the door from the other end of the flat. I looked at Trevor in surprise. “How the fuck?”
He laughed and said, “Oh...on one of my trips to the kitchen I made some arrangement with a very nice-looking man.
He disappeared and then I heard the main door open and then soft voices. There was a pause that didn't make any sense to me until the new guy walked into the room. Naked. Now it made sense. He was tall and brown, with shoulder length hair and a very nicely built body, shaved and smooth. His cock was big and meaty and uncut and I wanted so much to have it my mouth – or my ass – or both. He came up to me. I could feel the heat from his body and a nice, woodsy aroma. He stood looking me up and down with what I hoped approval. He took one of my nipples and twisted it. He said, “You're a nice looking boy. Too bad you can't join us. But you get to watch.”
And Trevor was behind him suddenly. He wrapped his arms around the guy – and I wondered what his name was – and I could tell he was sliding his cock in between the guy's ass.
I managed to choke out, “At least tell me your name...”
“Ravi. I hear you suck cock really well. Maybe you'll suck mine. Later. But first I'm going to fuck your husband. I'm going to fuck him really hard.”
He turned to Trevor and pushed him forward so he was on his hands and knees facing me. He had a wicked look on his face. Ravi knelt down behind him and pushed his cock into Trevor in one big thrust. I knew, suddenly, that Trevor must have lubed himself up because he couldn't take cock dry that easily.
He gasped and I could tell he had his fist on his big dick as Ravi began to plough him a new asshole. Hard. Deep. Trevor shut his eyes and jacked his dick furiously. I was beside myself, but I just had to stand there. My cock was streaming. Trevor was close, but not close enough to touch me which frustrated me even more.
Ravi hammered away for a few minutes, but then he pulled out. He walked over to me and slapped his cock against mine, spraying both of our precum loads all over the place. He said, “Your husband's ass is very nice indeed. Now he can fuck me.” He leaned down and licked the head of my cock which twitched of course, and I could feel my balls boiling I wanted to cum so bad.
Ravi's brown skin had a sheen of sweat on it. His cock was glossy and fat, his hairy balls were massive. There was fine dark hair all over his legs and his ass. I wanted desperately to get my face in between those muscular cheeks, so I shut my eyes and tried to imagine it.
Trevor pushed Ravi back onto the bed and got between Ravi's legs. I had an amazing side view of him impaling his ass, the contrast of Trevor's pale dick and Ravi's dark hairy skin was mesmerizing. Trevor began to fuck instantly, and he turned to me and said, “His ass feels amazing, Mark. Too bad you can't enjoy it too.” And with that he leaned forward and Ravi grabbed the back of Trevor's head and their mouths smacked into each other, their tongues visible and they battled it out. They both grunted and Trevor fucked faster and Ravi slapped Trevor's ass a few times, encouraging him.
I was beside myself. I said, “Fuck him harder, Trevor...”
With a grin, he did just that and Ravi began to swear. I could see him pushing some fingers into Trevor's ass as he fucked and they continued to kiss aggressively, making lots of noise.
Suddenly however, Trevor stopped and pulled his cock out of Ravi. He walked over to me and knelt down, sucking the head of my dick. Ravi came over and joined him, their two mouths and tongues slithering all over my streaming prick. I was about to explode when Trevor pulled off and took Ravi with him
He grinned at me and said, “Not yet. You haven't been tortured enough.”
I almost yelled at him, but a felt a rush of anticipation. Trevor got on his knees and took Ravi's cock in his hand and stroked, suckling on the end, biting his foreskin. Ravi gasped and swore and fucked Trevor's face, gagging him with that big brown muscle, mashing his balls into Trevor's face.
Ravi really started to work hard, driving his cock into Trevor's face, gagging him even more, but he didn't stop until, with one last lurch of his hips, he froze and held Trevor's face. He was obviously filling Trevor's mouth because Trevor shut his eyes and I saw him swallow once, but then he just stayed still, looking up at Ravi with hungry eyes.
Finally pulling his cock out of Trevor's throat, Ravi stepped back, a line of cum connecting his dick to Trevor's mouth for a moment.
Trevor quickly stood up and came over to me. He was grinning with his mouth tightly closed then he pulled my mouth to his and when mine opened, his spit an enormous mouthful of cum in, followed by his tongue and we had the best cum kiss we've ever had and with someone else's cum. It was sending me over the edge because my cock was grinding against Trevor's but he must have realized and he stepped back and grabbed my balls. Hard. That quieted down my cum muscles. I yelped and tried to move backwards, but I was right against the bookshelf.
Ravi, having dropped his load, had lain down on the bed, his head leaning against the headboard. He looked very happy indeed.
But then to me relief, Trevor undid my restraint and led me to the bed. He kissed me and said, “Now you get to cum.”
He got on his back and pulled his legs up. I didn't need an invitation, so I quickly lunged forward and managed to skewer him into the bed. It only took half a dozen fucks before a colossal, turbo-charged orgasm took me over. It was fast but so intense I had to squeeze my eyes shut and hold Trevors legs in an iron grip as what felt like a litre of cum went into Trevor's ass.
Ravi said, “Holy fuck...”
I realized what he meant because I looked down and cum was practically running out of Trevor's hole around my dick. Ravi pushed me away, my cock still pouring, and got down and began to suck cum out of Trevor's gaping hole.
But I was spent. And sore. I lay down next to Trevor and we kissed very lazily for a while. Ravi, having taken as much cum as he could, lay down on the other side of Trevor, breathing heavily and smacking his lips. He kissed Trevor very sweetly and then put his head on Trevor's chest.
For my part, I was exhausted and I dozed off really fast. When I woke up, Ravi was gone and I could hear the sound of dinner being made from the kitchen. I got up and put a robe on and dragged myself out to the kitchen. My arms were still sore, but I felt relaxed and happy. I kissed Trevor sweetly and poured us some wine.
We clinked glasses and he said, “Are you all right?”
I burst out laughing. “All right? You ask that now?” The look on his face made me continue quickly, “But yes, I'm all right. That was...intense. Who knew I would get off on something like that?”
Looking relieved, Trevor said, “You did? You enjoyed that?”
“Fuck yes! I wonder if we can get him to come for chapter two...”
Trevor looked like a little kid he was so pleased. He took another sip of wine and said, “Well, he wanted to know if just you might want to join him for some fun...with some other guys. He didn't say what. Would you be into that?”
I was surprised. We didn't often do things independently. I said, “Would you?”
“Oh, I think so. As long as you tell me every detail afterward. Ravi is a bit of a dom, apparently, and if you're into being restrained, he is very interested indeed. He has plans.”
I laughed, feeling excited. “A dom who also likes to get fucked, apparently.”
“Yeah, I noticed that. I guess he has diverse tastes.”
We had a relaxed dinner and went to bed early. I had clinic at the hospital in the morning and Trevor needed to be at the lab early, so we called it a night.
--
One of the many good things about Ilya and Stephen having a child – Misha – was I got be the uncle-babysitter on occasion. Sabrina, their live-in carer/housekeeper during the week, left Friday afternoons, so if they had something to do at the weekend, it was often me who went up and spent the night.
I was more than happy to do it. It satisfied the part of me who wanted to be a parent. Trevor and I had had had long talks about it. It came down to the fact that Trevor simply wasn't into it. He likes children, but doesn't want to live with one. So Misha was the beneficiary of my longing for parenthood. After that first time, just after Mikhail had been brought home, I said I would be happy to do it whenever they needed someone and my hospital schedule allowed.
When I was in my teens my cousins Josh's older sister had a kid. Nancy was a few years older than Josh and much older than me. She and her husband had a daughter and they lived nearby, so I was dragooned into babysitting. Sometimes Stephen and I would both do it. She was sweet and fun and easy to take care of. But more importantly, I realized that I loved kids. I wanted kids. Is it a surprise that I'm a paediatrician?
The outcome of Trevor and I talking it out about whether or not to have kids I accepted, but a part of me stilled yearned.
A couple of weeks after Nathan stayed with Ilya and Stephen for a weekend, I got a chance to hear about said Nathan. I had hung out with Misha on Saturday night and they were in the City for some medical function or other. They got back Sunday morning and I stayed for lunch. I was itching to hear about this guy.
Once we had settled down at the kitchen table with some soup, I said, “So...I want to know about this fellow.”
Stephen looked at Ilya and they both grinned. Finally, Stephen said, “Oh, he's a sweet boy.”
Ilya said, “A really sweet boy...”
I said, “Right. Yes. I get that. Tell me about him.”
Stephen put his fork down and said, “He's a little younger than we are...he's a climate scientist of all things.” He gave me a look and then said, “And he really likes sex with us. I mean really likes sex with us.”
I felt happy for them. And a little turned on. I wondered if they would be up for a quick fuck, but then I thought it might be out-of-place given how clearly happy they were to be telling me about Nathan.
So I said, “And he's what? Into having a regular threeway?”
Ilya took a bite of his salad and chewed thoughtfully. Then he said, “Well yes, obviously. But maybe we're edging toward...I don't know. Something more. I hate using that word...”
Stephen cut in. “Don't say it. Just don't.”
I knew what word they were avoiding. I hated it, too. Throuple is like a new fad or like a popular paperback that everyone is reading. Ridiculous. I said, “So like a really intense, sexual friendship?”
Stephen looked at me and nodded. Ilya said, “Yes. That sounds about right.”
With a little leer, Stephen said, “And he's versatile and in all the right ways. You know what I mean...”
I did know and I was slightly envious. I briefly thought about telling them about my very intense evening with Ravi and the fact that Ravi wanted me to be part of some group scene which was still making my balls ache with excitement. But I decided that some stories are just for Trevor and me.
Ravi had been sending me texts (sexts, I suppose) that said things like how he was going to show me how to submit to some guys. I was really excited.
Who knew I had budding sub in me? Trevor tried to be a big dom after that night with Ravi, but I couldn't take it seriously. Being tied up is one thing, but Trevor doesn't have a dom in him. He just can't do it convincingly. But I knew the second I saw Ravi that he could, and would. Next week. I found myself getting hard just thinking about it.
I heard Stephen's voice. “Whatcha thinking?” He knew me so well.
I shrugged, coming back to reality. “Oh, just something Trevor said...”
Stephen knew there was something I wasn't saying, but I refused to tell.
--
On the way home, I could think about almost nothing but what Ravi had planned for me. I tried to let my fantasies go, tried to picture what Ravi and some other men would do to me. For me. Restraints would certainly be involved and I looked on various website for videos of groups and saw all kinds of possibilities. Driving the busy streets, I shifted uncomfortably, my trousers filled with acing dick.
When I got home, Trevor was in the bath so I joined him, sloshing a bunch of water on the floor, but I soon distracted him from the mess by sucking his big long cock for a while. I was a little crazy and when he came, he held my head and almost yelled, filling my mouth. It was running down my face there was so much. I fed him most of it and then he fucked me in the bath – me on my hands and knees, half underwater. It was crazy and we had to clean up for a while afterward.
But leading up to my 'date' with Ravi and company, I let Trevor fuck me every night. He knew why I was so desperate and he liked it a lot. He was the beneficiary of my turbo-charged libido after all.
So when Friday rolled around, I had a long shower and dressed in my sluttiest clothes, kissed Trevor and went to Ravi's flat in Bayswater.
When he opened the door after I knocked he was standing there wearing nothing but a pair of leather shorts. I almost shot a load right then and there...
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