Sandor Part 2
I stared into Sandor's eyes as I began to fuck him. He looked at me with something like amazement, as if what was happening was beyond what he expected was possible. His best friend was fucking him. Sergio was fucking me at the same time. So yeah, I was amazed, too. It was a lot. But I liked it. No. I loved it. I could feel Sergio's breath on the back of my neck and the way he held me, his arms wrapped around my torso, felt so secure and comforting. He loved me. He said so. That was the thing I kept thinking about. Well, not the only thing.
I looked down at Sandor's massive cock which was rigid and moving along with the force of my body driving me deep into him. I reached down and took his cock in my hand. It was hot, and smooth and slippery. The girth was impressive. I ran my finger over the head and Sandor gasped and said, “Not too much...”
I knew what he meant. I was holding myself back as well. I wanted to make this last. But then I thought to myself that this could just be part one of a whole evening. I said, “We have all night, Sandor. Let's see where this goes.”
Of course I was thinking about Sandor filling me with all that hard flesh. I wanted to be fucked by him so badly I could taste it. I turned so I could kiss Sergio and said, “I love being fucked by you.” I stopped and kissed him, then said, “One of the many things I love about you.” We kissed some more, his tongue almost aggressive in my mouth. I gasped, “But I want Sandor's dick in me.”
I felt Sergio laugh and he bit the back of my neck and pushed me forward so I went even deeper into Sandor. He growled, “Yeah. He can fuck both of us.”
Sergio pushed me forward and changed the angle of his cock in me, and I pushed Sandor's legs further apart. I manage to get close enough to kiss him but my back hurt, so I sat up, my hips working harder, my balls smacking Sandor's body as my cock dug deep in his smooth, hot, hole. His eyes were closed and he looked like someone had asked him a hard question he was trying to answer.
But then I felt Sergio's breath in my ear and he said, “My turn...”
I knew what he wanted. I stopped moving and felt Sergio's prick slide out of me which almost felt as good as him sliding it into me. I looked down at Sandor and said, “Do you mind?”
He didn't answer, but managed a grin. I was impressed that he had swan-dived into guy sex so completely. I pulled my hips back and watched as my cock slid out of him. It was all shiny and slippery and a nice string of juice connected his hole and my cock for a second. The hair around his ass and balls was dark with moisture. I pulled myself around so I was beside Sandor and Sergio moved forward. He pulled Sandor's legs up so his ankles were on his shoulders. Sandor looked surprised but I knew he would be into it. I really liked it when Sergio fucked me with my legs pulled up so he could grip my things, and I hoped Sandor did as well.
My cock was right by Sandor's face, but I didn't want to force him to swallow it given that it had just come out of his ass. I wondered if that was too much for him, so I started to stroke, watching Sergio begin to fuck, to pump his hips forward, pounding that Spanish cock into my friend who's hole must have been raw by that point.
Sandor had his eyes closed again, but then he opened them and looked up at me. I could tell he wasn't really looking at me, his gaze unfocused. But he caught sight of my cock a few inches from his face and he reached for it, rubbing his thumb over the end, then he took hold of the whole thing and pulled it toward him. I realized he did want it, so I shifted forward and fed it to him. He turned his head and slurped it in with a moan and his lips closed around the shaft and I started to lazily fuck his mouth. I looked up at Sergio who was watching me with a grin. I leaned over and awkwardly kissed him, then licked his chin. I said, “Fuck, Sergio. We can have so much fun together...”
He managed to laugh between deep breaths, fucking Sandor even harder and then closed his eyes and concentrated on what he was doing. His dark hair was damp and there was sweat running through the dark fur on his chest. I reached out and ran my forefinger over one of his nipples which felt hard. With a sharp intake of breath he gave Sandor a really deep thrust and then another before suddenly stopping. He said, “I'm so close...I want to cum in your ass, Stan.”
That sounded good to me. He got out of the way and we re-created our original threeway fuck, with Sergio impaling me with his arms wrapped around my chest, and my cock buried in Sandor. I think we were all close because Sandor took hold of his cock and stroked a few times while I began to mangle his ass with more force than before. But I managed to say, “Save your cum, Sandor. I want it.”
He looked confused, but stopped jerking himself. I fucked even faster and I knew that was it. I was standing on that cliff that leads only one way. I increased the intensity of my hips and there it was, just waiting for me. My cock, then my balls, then my legs and chest and entire body started to scintillate like a supernova. I shut my eyes and fucked even faster because I couldn't help myself, I couldn't stop. I gasped and choked and Sergio said into my ear, “Fill him up Stan, fucking do it.”
I could tell he was there as well and gripped me even more tightly and the two of us were lost. I came hard and I could feel my cock pulsing my juice into Sandor, could tell that Sergio was filling me with his. I felt it running down the back of my leg. I looked at Sandor and he looked back with amazement as if he had never seen a guy have an orgasm before. And maybe he hadn't, outside of himself.
I finally felt the storm subside and I collapsed down on him, my cock sliding out, Sergio's cock sliding out and he fell on top of me. In a pile of bodies, we just breathed. Hot, sweaty, sticky and smelling like a gym full of guys who had just worked out.
Finally I pushed Sergio off me and got on my knees. I knew there was something else to do. I looked down at Sandor. His incredible dick was still hard as iron and twitching. I turned to Sergio and he understood right away. We got down and Sergio took Sandor's cock in his fist and starting suck the end while I slurped on the sides, occasionally meeting Sergio's mouth along the way. Sandor started to make some noise: little whimpers, almost choking gasps and then a long, low, moan came out of him and I knew he was there. His cock got even harder and Sergio's and my mouth met at the end just as it started to erupt. Cum poured out. Not shots or bursts, but a volcanic flow that just kept coming. I heard Sergio growl and our tongues worked, collecting as much of his sweet and salty cum as we could, but it just kept pouring out, running down his cock, collecting in the blonde pubes around the base, running down to pool on his balls. It was beyond impressive.
I licked the last stream as it came out and then Sergio and I spent some time kissing our way through the last of Sandor's spunk, tasting us and him and, I realized, the love that was growing between us. I felt like I could do anything with him, we were the best team. I had never felt so safe and secure with any of my previous partners. Was Sergio, I wondered, the one I had been looking for? It was almost irrelevant that he was a guy where before there had been women. It was the feeling I had that counted.
I pulled away and looked into Sergio's eyes. We had known each other so long already, but somehow it felt like I was just getting to know him. I kissed him softly and then turned to Sandor who was watching us, looking a little shell-shocked.
I said, “Are you all right?” I stoked his thigh.
He didn't say anything for a moment, then he said, his voice soft and curious, “Yeah. I think so. That was a lot, wasn't it? I mean for my first time with a guy? I mean...two guys?”
Sergio chuckled and leaned down and kissed his half-hard, but still impressive piece of equipment. Then he looked up at Sandor and said, “You seemed to be fine, Sandor. You seem to take to being with guys like you do it all the time.”
Sandor laughed and ran his hand through Sergio's hair all gentle and affectionate. He said, “I suppose I've been fantasizing for so long it did seem like I had done it before. But the real thing is much better. Much, much better.”
I pulled myself off the bed and found a t-shirt on the floor. As I pulled it over my head, I said, “I'm going to make tea if anyone wants some. And I think I have some biscuits...”
Sandor sat up. “Yes, please! I've worked up an appetite.”
So we all found some of our clothes in the sitting room – not too many, mind you, just our briefs – and went into the kitchen. They watched me make a big pot of tea and we ate chocolate biscuits and talked about our jobs and life. It was nice. I could tell that Sergio and Sandor liked each other – I'd alway known that – and it felt comfortable. We had all known each other for so long, we quickly fell into a familiar groove that worked well. The fact that I had fucked my best friend somehow didn't seem all that relevant. Or at least, to my surprise, it didn't seem to have changed anything. Maybe it would in the future, but at that moment, we were just friends as we always had been.
I thought about all the years Sandor and I had known each other, trusted each other, supported each other. What we had just done seemed to be an extension of that. A really unexpected extension, but nonetheless.
I had to pee so I left the kitchen and when I came back, the other two had disappeared, but it was obvious where they might be. I went into the bedroom and Sandor way lying on the bed again and Sergio was between his legs trying to take that super-sized cock into his throat.
I peeled off my t-shirt and my tight, cock-filled briefs and said, “Don't start without me.”
I crawled on the bed and watched Sergio struggle a little, his cheeks hollowing, spit running out of his mouth onto Sandor's cock, and even, at one point, choking a little. I slid up to Sandor's face and kissed him, saying, “What would you like now?” I knew what I wanted, but I at least wanted to know where he was.
He looked down at Sergio's bobbing head. He turned back to me, his eyes full of excitement and said, “Can I...fuck you, Stan?”
My grin would have lit up a small city. I said, “You certainly may. Do you need some help?”
Now he looked embarrassed, and just nodded. I reached for the lube and handed it to him. I shifted so I was straddling his torso and said, “Get yourself all lubed up and let me do the rest.”
Sergio, seeing what we were doing, moved out of the way, but he took the lube from Sandor and said, “Let me...”
I couldn't quite see, but saw Sandor gasp and shut his eyes, so I assumed Sergio was stroking him. Then I felt Sergio's fingers slide into me and move around, getting me all lubed. I took hold of my cock and shuffled backward until I felt the head of Sandor's dick, his big, meaty cock head pressing at my hole. With my hips, I started to gyrate my body so his dick pressed in, then with a shock, passed the ring of muscle and I suddenly realized what I was in for.
I was more or less used to Sergio by then, who isn't small. But this? Holy shit. I started to take some really deep breaths and let me muscles stop screaming at me. I jacked my own cock – which was still mercifully hard – and let the pain become something more complicated, something that, pushing further, started to feel intense and just rode the edge of too much. I adjusted my hips and sat down more, feeling like my body was splitting open, but I kept going until I was sitting on Sandor. I closed my eyes and stroked my cock very slowly, like I was casting some spell and trying to remember the words of an incantation.
I suddenly felt Sergio's lips on mine, then he said, as I opened my eyes and looked into his beautiful face, his eyes all cocoa-coloured and loving, “You all right?”
I shifted my hips, pushing Sandor even deeper and knew the answer. “Yeah. I'm fine. I'm really fine.” I looked down at Sandor who seemed scared. “Just give me a minute.”
In response, Sergio leaned down and began to give my cock some attention. He inhaled the whole thing and ran his tongue over the surface, fluttering his tongue just under the head in the way he was learning I loved. I ran my hand through his curls and my body began to tingle. The intensity in my asshole was becoming a warm and gentle fire, rather than scalding pain. I lifted my hips very slowly and felt Sandor's hot muscle move, caressing my entire inside, then pushed down just as carefully, the friction of his cock and my soft inner spaces became a kind of caress.
It felt unbelievable. Fucking intense, but utterly amazing. It was like I understood in yet another way why guy sex was so fantastic. I managed to gasp, “Sandor...this is so good. In a few minutes, I'm going to get on my back and you can take over...”
But I knew I wasn't there yet. A few more times I flexed my thighs and experimented with how to take Sandor's long, fence-post of a dick. Sergio sat up and kissed me, then he turned to Sandor and straddled his face, so I was looking at his back, and his meaty, wonderful ass. He leaned forward and I saw his balls hanging there. He was obviously fucking Sandor's face. I reached out and ran my hand over the smooth surface of his butt. I could smell him. I could smell that Sergio smell, the one he gets when he's turned on, when his body becomes some kind of fuck machine.
Feeling Sergio's soft skin, watching his hips flex into Sandor's face, helped. I started to feel completely turned on again. Not that I wasn't before, but the intensity was getting in the way. Now, watching my boyfriend work his tool into Sandor's face, watching his balls slap against Sandor's chin, I felt unconflicted excitement again.
I moved faster, pulling myself up and letting Sandor's pole stretch me, push into the depths of me. I stroked my cock slowly, wanting this to last. I shut my eyes and threw my head back. I was ready.
I gasped and said, “OK. Get on top of me, Sandor. I want to be fucked.”
I pulled off him and Sergio moved. I threw myself on my back and spread my legs. I could feel my asshole gaping. My cock was streaming pre-cum and the air seemed thick with guy smells, various kinds of earthy, sweaty aromas that only said one thing: fuck.
Sandor sat up, looking unsure of himself. I laughed and said, “Come on, Sandor. This part is not much different than fucking a woman. Don't be shy.”
He nodded and moved between my legs. He grabbed my thighs and positioned his cock at my hole which was still open, ready, still shimmering with a whole lot of sensation and he pushed. His amazing tool slid back in and the feeling was big again. The walls of my ass stretched again, but this time it felt like I was enveloping him, like my body was welcoming that long piece of hard, sticky flesh. And there was more and more of it. When his balls hit my body, I felt again that I was straining not to fall to pieces.
He looked down at me. This time his face was different, more sure. He had this look like someone who has figured out the really hard problem and wants to use it. I laughed and said, all playful and aggressive, “Do it, Sandor. Don't be shy. Show me what you can do with that thing.”
And he did. He pulled back, and then, all hesitation lost, lunged forward. I gasped and shut my eyes. He did it again and I could hardly breathe. He went faster. I could feel every bit of that amazing muscle stretch me beyond what I thought possible. His body slammed into mine. I could feel his balls slap my ass. This was yet another Sandor I had never met. The dominant one. The fucking eager, hungry guy who wants to get what he wants.
Remember I had always felt Sandor was the slightly more dominant one in our friendship? This was the full version. This was Sandor. The Hungarian stud.
He moved faster. He was jamming my body into the bed. I managed to turn and Sergio was watching us. I reached out and took hold of his cock and stroked. Sergio grinned at me. He leaned down and kissed me and said, “You all right?”
All I could do was laugh, but then I managed to say, “I am so all right I can't think!”
Sergio laughed. He sat up and looked at me with a wicked expression and pushed his cock into my mouth. I took it eagerly. I wanted all the things. I wanted my senses to be overwhelmed. My guy smelled amazing and his cock tasted liked the best thing: a little salty and musky. I could feel the heat of his balls as they hit my jaw as he started to fuck my face in time with Sandor.
Being taken from both ends is a lot. I could tell that at some point soon it would become too much. At one point Sergio thrust really deep into my throat and stopped. His bristly balls tickled my face and that was it. I pushed him back so his dick slipped out, all wet and gooey. I gasped and took hold of Sandor's hips and stopped him. “I need a break...”
Poor Sandor. He looked suddenly guilty. He pulled his cock out slowly then I took his meaty ass in my hands and caressed him, saying, “It's cool, Sandor. I love this. But it's intense. You're doing an amazing job.”
Sergio leaned over and kissed him, then said in a rough voice, “You can fuck me, Sandor.”
So Sergio got on his back and Sandor seemed a little stunned, so I sat up and took hold of his sweaty dick, saying, “You have work to do!”
Sergio raised his hips and Sandor overcame whatever hesitation he had and got himself between Sergio's legs and started to push his cock into my guy. Sergio grinned and took Sandor's muscular ass in his hands and pulled him forward. I watched Sergio stretch, his hairy hole expand, I watched the biggest cock I'd ever seen begin to slide in to Sergio. They both groaned and I leaned down and kissed Sergio who whispered, “Fuck, Stan. How did you take this thing?”
That surprised me since I assumed Sergio had had way more experience than I had with being fucked. I kissed his cheek and said, “I just wanted it.”
He nodded and shut his eyes. Sandor slung his arms under Sergio's thighs and pushed some more until he skewering Sergio's ass deep. He looked down at us and I could tell he was beyond lust. He was beyond just wanting to fuck. I knew that this was the fulfilment of many years of fantasy and I could see it in his face. I said, “Just do it, Sandor. Fill him with cum. Fuck it right into him.”
Sergio laughed suddenly, saying, “You're a dirty boy, you know that?”
I just shrugged and did what he did to me. I threw my leg over his chest and pushed my cock into his face. I leaned forward and began to fuck his mouth. I felt Sandor begin to move behind me and we started the whole thing again.
But by that point I was just riding my orgasm. There was something about being fucked by Sandor that had lit a fire that hadn't gone out. My body felt like a fuse about to blow even before my cock hit Sergio's throat. I tried to hold it as long as I could, giving Sergio's face a half-dozen lengths of my cock but it was too much. The fuse burst and I grabbed Sergio's head and with some short, sharp, thrusts, my whole body tensed and my cock seemed to be blasting so hard I wondered if I would be blown backward. I could feel my balls emptying into my guy's throat. He was growling and swallowing and my cock continued to spew.
Behind me, Sandor was swearing in what I assumed was Hungarian and then he fucked even faster which I could hardly believe and I assumed it meant he was indeed fucking his cum into Sergio. He pummelled Sergio a few more times and the bed was complaining so much I was afraid it would break, knocking hard against the wall. I wondered if Mrs Sandhu next door was awake to hear all the sex. If she was, I hoped she was enjoying herself.
I pulled my cock out of Sergio's mouth. Some of my cum had oozed out onto his bottom lip so I leaned down and kissed him, letting our tongues share it between us, enjoying the tangy sharpness of my load as it rolled between our mouths.
I felt Sandor move and then saw him throw himself down beside Sergio. His massive dick was still hard somehow, and it was wet and had splotches of his cum on it. So of course I had to, right? I leaned down and licked it clean, squeezing some more out onto my tongue, enjoying the softer, less sharp taste of his juices. But I, too, was done. I collapsed on the other side of Sandor, still breathing hard. I took Sandor's hand and said, “How are you?”
He turned to me. His face was close and I could feel his breath. He was like someone who had just run a marathon. He said very quietly, “I feel great. Thank-you.” He stopped and looked into my eyes. Then he said, “This was a one-time thing, right? I mean...I don't want this to happen again. You're too important as a friend to have us complicate it. Let's just call this a really fun experiment.”
I had to agree with him. It was suddenly clear to me that this was just what it was. One of those things that happens that amazes everyone, that everyone enjoys, but that can never happen again. I said, “Yeah. I agree. You can go and find other boys to fuck and make up for lost time. You can go and find boys and girls to fuck, Sandor. Together! Think of how much fun you'll have!”
He chuckled and kissed me. He said, “But thanks, Stan. I'm glad it was you that got me started.”
That felt nice. I had the sense our long friendships was now enriched rather than changed. Sergio sat up and said, “Do you want to sleep here, or...?”
Sandor sat up and kissed Sergio lightly. He said, “I don't think so. I need to go home and let all this sink in. But thanks.”
He pulled himself from the bed and walked out of the bedroom. I snuggled close to Sergio and he pulled us together, our soft, sticky cocks, and our sweaty bodies in contact. Sandor appeared at the bedroom door. “Good-night, guys. And thanks again. For...everything.” He disappeared.
I heard the flat door shut. We lay for a while, just breathing. I finally said, “That was something, wasn't it?”
Sergio snorted. He said, “That's one way of putting it.” He was silent for a minute, then said, “I wanted to ask you...we just had sex with another guy. Is that something you want to do again? I mean with other guys?”
I thought a moment. “You mean regularly?”
He ran his hand through my hair and said, “I don't know.”
But then I felt clear. I kissed his nose and said, “No. Not regularly. Not right now. Maybe some day. As fun as what we just did was, it wasn't the same for some reason. With Sandor it felt like part of our friendship. With a stranger it would be completely different. I think I want it to be just us for now. I suppose if some guy comes our way and we both feel really strongly...”
He laughed and kissed me. Then again. He said, “Yeah. Only if we feel really strongly. So we won't go out looking for a third. I don't want that. Just us.”
I felt relieved. I was worried we were going to have a conversation about being open and all that. It was a conversation I had had before with women and I didn't like it. I know some people are all about being open and even feel like being open is the only way to have a relationship, but I think that's unrealistic to expect that that is what everyone should want. Some people, sure. I kissed Sergio's forehead. But not all couples. And right now, we were one of those couples. And some day, if we were at a party – I imagined – and there was some guy who really caught our attention and was into it, then sure, we might bring him home.
I turned out the light by the bed and burrowed my face into Sergio's neck. He smelled like spring.
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