Maybe We Should Hang Out Sometime

by Paul Lantoro

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Author’s note:  Paul in this story is a continuation of the main character in a prior story, “Are You Afraid Of Me, Boss?” I might bring him back every so often, in future tales… if you’re in favor of that, let me know. Thanks for reading -- enjoy! – Paul


Maybe We Should Hang Out Sometime

Part 1 of 2: Paul – February 1, 2015

I almost didn’t even go to my friend Ethan’s superbowl party. I’ve never been into watching sports on TV, and I had a negative impression of the party. I thought it would be all these dumb loud beer-chugging straight guys, plus their restless girlfriends who don’t even want to be there. 

But I was age 22 and stuck living with my parents (I was a recent college graduate with a mountain of debt)… and I was feeling all restless as fuck.  I figured, well, one more night out of the house, why not give it a chance. 

I was pretty sure I would be the only gay guy there at Ethan’s place… but that was no big deal. I come across all masculine and I blend easily into straight scenes. In fact, the problem there is that some girl will pick up on my high sex drive and start hitting on me... not knowing that I’m really thinking about fucking the ass of that hot dude right next to her. 

So, hi: I’m Paul. Today I’m age 25 and I look mostly the same as I did three years ago when I met Joey. Except today I have a beard; back then at 22 I just had some face scruff going on. You could describe me as a typical white dude from New Hampshire, where I’m from. Tallish, kind of handsome, rugged facial features, spiky brown hair and hazel/mix colored eyes. Lean and fit body… I’ve got more hair on my chest and abs now at 25, but I had some hair then too. 

But I’ve got two main things that make me stand out from the pack. One is obvious when you meet me… I’m bold, almost fearless, and I don’t have much of a conversational filter. If I want something, I go get it. And if I want you, if I feel like walking right up to you and saying something… then that’s what I’ll do. 

And then: the dick. Yeah, it’s a big one.  Long and thick and ready for action almost all the time. And I definitely know how to use it. 

Today I live in Boston, a good sized city, and I have a lot going on there. But back in 2015, I was this horny gay dude, just out of college, and stuck living with my parents due to money issues. I hooked up online a lot, and that’s an understatement.  Age 22, good-looking top with 9-inch cock and a car… I got offers all the time.  Lots of guys wanted nothing more than to have somebody like me come on over and hold them down and fuck them senseless.

I actually liked the variety: cute young college boys, men in their 30s and even 40s who had homes or apartments of their own. They didn’t have to have perfect bodies. I liked the constant adventure and, frankly, you want to know what really got me off the most? I’ll tell you: the intensity of the other guy’s gratitude. Those eyes looking up into mine, hungry and alive as I fuck him to the max. Those soft grateful moaning sounds his voice makes, as his hole feels all warm and perfect around my dick. 

I was probably having sex four or five times a week on average, 52 weeks a year… across at least four counties up around Nashua, my home town.  So I didn’t expect, and was not looking for, any sexual chemistry to happen at Ethan’s 2015 Superbowl Party.

Well, surprise.  Yeah, it was 90% what I expected, a loud crowded living room full of sports-fan bros and alcohol and a huge blaring TV on the wall. But two things surprised me.


First… it was actually fun to be there.  I barely knew fuck about the game; I ran track and field in high school and did no organized sports in college… but all the enthusiasm in the room was contagious.  And it turned out there was a sub-tribe of people there who also didn’t follow the game that much. Mostly the girlfriends but also a few of the guys. “We’re here for the ads and the halftime show – Katy Perry!” Hell, why not. And some of the commercials were, in fact, quite brilliant.

Second… Joey.  I learned his last name much later, and just consider the sound of it: Joey Pepetti. Is that not the cutest fuckin’ Italian name you ever heard in your life. Well, he matched it completely. Such a beautiful face. Big dark eyes framed with thick dramatic black eyebrows; soft waves of black hair; perfect Mediterranean skin; handsome cheekbones and jawline; sexy lips, gorgeous smile. He was kind of short at 5 feet 8, built beefy and muscular and thick all over, just a few pounds overweight.

You know how some gay guys are almost like Nazis about body fat – well, not me. Thanks mainly to genetics, I happen to be long and lean, but that doesn’t mean I only want my own type for sex. In fact, over time, I came to appreciate the slightly-chunky guys who have those real nice big thick round butts that turn me on the most. The kind of super-fuckable ass that makes me want to come back around for a second go, maybe even a third. 

And when Joey saw me, those deep dark eyes of his took a definite interest. I’d never seen him before in my life, but when another man looks at you like that… yeah, you know what it means. A story as old as the hills.

Joey was with his girlfriend. It would be more convenient to tell this story like she’s a bitch or like she’s ugly, to justify the messing around that her boyfriend and I did. But life doesn’t always land uncomplicated, and the truth is Joey had good taste: the girl was quite pretty and was really fun to talk with, super friendly… and I messed around with her boyfriend anyway. It’s fair to say she deserved a straighter boyfriend than Joey turned out to be, LOL. I hope she found one, and I bet that she did, wherever she is today.

The actual 2015 Superbowl game was fun, the commercials were fun, the drinking was fun. Even better was me getting occasional glances at Joey’s nice round meaty butt, the few times when he got up to get a drink. Those gorgeous Italian eyes of his looked over to mine a few more times, and I looked right back. He got shy and looked away.  But then a while later he was looking over at me again.

I made my move fast. It was in the third quarter of the game, as things settled back in after Katy Perry’s amusing halftime show featuring shark-costumed backup dancers.  Sexy Joey got up to take a piss, and his girlfriend jumped up too saying the same thing. Being a young gentleman, he let her go first… then he decided to go upstairs to use another bathroom in the house.  Joey was a close friend of Ethan’s and he seemed to know the house well. 

I slipped away from the back of the crowded room and quietly followed up the carpeted stairs, where Joey had gone.  I stood outside a bathroom door, heard him standing in there, heard the clinking of an undone belt buckle, then a zipper being pulled down… then the beginning of a vigorous piss into the toilet. And then you know what I did next. I fucking walked right in on him.

Sexy Joey stood there with a hand on his soft light-brown dick, pissing a heavy stream into the bowl.  He was shocked that I barged in, but he couldn’t stop the flow, even as his big dark eyes widened and his lips parted in surprise. I closed the bathroom door gently behind us and just grinned at him and said “Hey.” Like this was the most natural scene in the world. Then I undid my jeans and pulled my own big dick out and pointed it down toward the toilet.  And my dick was slowly rising, growing, thickening in my hand. I just stared down into Joey’s beautiful eyes and listened to the stream of his piss splashing into the bowl.

I saw lots of things in his eyes. Drunk. Taken aback. Confused. Amused. Anxious. Above all, thrilled.

We just stood staring eyes into eyes, alone in that upstairs bathroom, Joey pissing away and me just holding my big and growing dick right next to him. A moment later he was finishing off and shaking the last few droplets. I just looked down at his adorable face and smiled, stroked my dick slowly… and said: “I don’t actually need to piss. I came up here for you.”

Joey just stared down at my big hard dick and up into my hungry eyes and said “Oh my god…” Then he looked down, shy and drunk, and he made the cutest quiet little giggle-giggle laugh. Like there was an excited little kid inside this sexy grown man, and he couldn’t quite believe this was actually happening. 

I said, still slowly stroking the full length of my cock – “You’re fuckin’ cute, you know that?  What’s your name?”

He looked up into my eyes and smiled and said “Joey.”  I told him I’m Paul.  Just then something happened downstairs in the game, the world happening one floor below us. That whole room of people got all fired up, yelling and shouting and hooting and cheering really loud. 

I grinned, still holding eye contact with Joey. “Sounds like a touchdown.” 

He did that soft drunken giggle again. “Yup!”

I stepped closer to him, and slowly repeated the word. “Touchdown.” And I reached out and placed my hand on that beautiful thick round ass of his. The room downstairs below us was still bursting with sound, shouts and loud conversation.

Joey’s big dark eyes lit up, excited by the feel of my hand on him.  He licked his lips and looked up at me and giggled drunkenly again. “We’re bein’ bad, up here. So bad!”

I gently squeezed that big ripe sexy butt of his, and I grinned wickedly. “Bad, Joey… very bad. Terrible.”

Joey kept giggling, drunk and excited.  He motioned to the door and said “Well… I probably oughtta…” Then he stopped himself.  He looked up at my face and down at my huge hard dick right in front of him, and at his own dick growing hard in response. My hand was still on his butt, caressing and squeezing it.  His broad handsome Italian face and those thick dark waves of hair, he just looked so fucking beautiful standing before me, and I wanted to fuck him so bad.  Joey kept looking up into my eyes and down at my big hard dick. Eventually he shook his head slowly in wonder, and he said “Wow. I never, uh…”  He took a breath and let out another drunk giggle. 

And he said, with the sweetest smile: “Maybe we should hang out sometime.” 

I chuckled and just nodded, our eyes looking into one another. The sounds of the TV football game and chattering voices kept burbling up from right beneath us. 

Then we heard, downstairs, near the foot of the stairs, a female voice saying “Yeah, just one-and-a-half more years and then I’m an official veterinarian. This is the hard part…”

Joey was drunk, but he reacted quick enough. “Oh Jeez, that’s my girl. We really are bein’ bad… and I gotta go.” And he zipped up his jeans fast and buckled his belt, drunk and fumbling, and moved to the door.

I stopped him for just a moment.  “Before you take off…” I said.  And I leaned down and kissed Joey right on his lips.  He made a cute “ummh!” sound of surprise, and looked up real close into my eyes, and kissed me back even stronger. Such a nice mouth, full and sensual… Joey was a really good kisser.  His kisses carried the taste of things he’d just been consuming, shots of whiskey and slices of pizza, and that made the moment even hotter. I reached around and grabbed that big round sexy muscle ass of his, one more time. Joey finally broke away from me and just looked up into my eyes, silent.  I grinned and repeated his own words back to him.

“Maybe we should hang out sometime.”

Joey broke into a big smile and made one last soft drunk giggle. “Yup.” Then he reached for the door and darted out, and I heard his feet making their way down the carpeted stairs, back to the party.

I closed the bathroom door, jacked off ferociously, cleaned up… and came back downstairs as well a few minutes later, joining a side conversation in the kitchen. All I could think about was sexy Joey, I didn’t give a shit about the game.

He and I made a little more eye contact during the rest of the group scene, everybody watching the TV screen, but he was all over his girlfriend and mostly focused on her.  There was a quick goodbye between me and him, at the end of the night.  I slipped him my cell number. People praised Ethan for a great party; people got into cars; people drove away.

And that’s how things ended.

I fantasized about it a lot, over the rest of that winter, what could have happened next, imagining it in a lot of different ways. Maybe we should hang out sometime. Sex. It could be passionate, more like love-making. Or it could be me just fucking Joey strong and hard, plowing that big sexy ass like a dog in heat, and even getting a little rough with him… and him going wild from that. Often times, the fantasy landed kind of in-between.

But, no. He never got in touch.

I asked Ethan about him, a year later when Superbowl 2016 rolled around.  I acted casual, half kidding around.  “Are you gonna invite that cute Italian guy with the girlfriend?”

“Huh? Oh – Joey Pepetti. He moved away, I forget where, doing some two-year business degree thing.”

“Ha ha ha... I said ‘cute’ and even you knew who I was talking about.” Ethan’s one of the straightest guys I know.

He just laughed. “Fair point.” 

Now I knew Joey’s last name. Pepetti. But I never saw sexy, humpy, doe-eyed Joey Pepetti again… for the next almost-three years.

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Part 2 of 2: Eric – January, 2018

I couldn’t help peppering Joey with questions, as I drove us the whole hour-long trip home from a night out in Boston.

He was still in shock that it happened. And I was fascinated – we’d gone to a gay social event down in the city, and we bumped into this guy I’d heard so much about. A story from Joey, from before we met. Paul with the cocky attitude and the big dick. The one who shook Joey up so much afterward, Joey dumped his girl. Joey met me just half a year later, a hot summer day on the beach.

“So wait,” I asked – “Why exactly did you throw Paul’s number away, back then? ‘Cause, damn, he is sex on a stick.”

Joey shook his head, smiling that cute smile of his. “I told you, it’s like… I was somebody else, three years ago. Freakin’ out. Girlfriend. Closet case. So I panicked and got rid of it.”

“You still think he and I look alike? I mean, now that you’ve just seen him again for real.”

“Definitely,” Joey answered immediately. “Not twins, but you guys could be brothers. You, blonder and a little shorter – but it’s wicked close, the similarity. I’m tellin’ you, it’s why you turned me on so much, the moment I saw you. Why I asked you out on an actual date, and all that stuff.”

“So basically I owe all this happiness to him. To Superbowl Stud.”

“Ha ha, kind of.”

“Well, we’ve got half an hour to go. Tell me the whole story again. Seeing him tonight, that probably makes it more fresh, in your mind. So go for it. Tell me again.”

Joey leaned in and nuzzled and kissed my neck and ear as I drove up Route 3. He said softly, “I love the way your beard shines in the light, when we pass each car.” I turned and smiled. Joey can get so turned on by my golden-blond beard and hair. His big warm dark eyes were just looking me over in adoration. “What a fuckin’ beautiful man I’ve got, right here next to me.”

He kissed my neck one more time, in the dark, as I drove. “I love you so much, Eric.” I reached over and squeezed his leg.

“I love you too – and every day, I’m glad you threw out his number.”

Joey laughed. And he began to dig back into that memory.

“So the game’s goin’, big huge wide screen TV, you know… and I’m sittin’ there with Kate, and a bunch of friends, and in comes this guy, he’s kind of tall and handsome and his eyes look like he could be half-human and half-wolf, like, there’s just… you know how some guys just have a real sexual vibe goin’ on?”

“Guys like you for example?”  

“Ha ha, yeah.  So right away this hot lookin’ tall dude and me, we’re checkin’ each other out and stuff.  But I’m with Kate and I’m tryin’ to be good.  Then, second half of the game, I go upstairs to take a piss, and I hear feet comin’ up the stairs, and, BOOM. This guy just opens the door and walks right in on me!”

“What did you do?”

I knew the whole story. But now I’d just met the actual Paul in real life, and he was indeed hot. So Joey’s little story became vivid for me in a way it hadn’t before.

“Well, I was real drunk, I musta had like three beers and two shots of whiskey. So part of me was like, is this real? It seemed like a porn scene, like, not actually happenin’, right? But it was, he was right there, alone with me in the upstairs bathroom, right next to me, and watchin’ me piss. So I just stood there and kept on pissin’ ‘cause I couldn’t stop, and then I think I started laughin’ at some point too.”

“But then… he took his dick out and I couldn’t believe it. The size of it. It was only half hard but it was so fuckin’ thick and long already.  And he started strokin’ it, and he looked me right in the eyes, and he told me he didn’t need to piss; he’d just come up and barged in on me ‘cause he wanted to. Fuck, it was so hot, hearin’ that.”

“Well hell… I’m getting hard right now, listening. Go on. What happened next?”

“I started to get hard too. And I kept lookin’ up at those hungry wolf eyes of his, and the scruff on his face, so handsome and rough, and then lookin’ back down at that massive, massive dick.”

“And then… oh Jesus, then he said ‘touchdown’ and he put his hand on my butt and started squeezin’ it.  And I got all turned on and scared and excited ‘cause it was clear he wanted to fuck me. Remember, back then I ain’t never been fucked before… and that was the biggest dick I ever saw so far in real life!”

“Did you reach out and touch it?” 

“No. I wanted to, so fuckin’ bad.  I was maybe about to, but then I could hear Kate’s voice downstairs talkin’ to somebody, and I got all uptight about gettin’ caught, so.”

“So that was it?”

“No.  I moved to go, and he stopped me at the door and he kissed me, right on the mouth.”

“What was that like?”

“Softer than I expected. Real nice. He’s kinda rough lookin’ but that was a gentle kiss. So I stood up real tall, and I gave him a kiss right back, and I kissed him like I meant it. And I could feel his big hard dick, it pressed in on my leg, as we stood there kissin’.”

I laughed and commented. “It’s funny to think how, you and me, we’ve had all this sex that’s like a hundred times more than the stuff you’re describing… but somehow those little first-time experiences can just seem so larger-than-life… even mind-blowing.”

“Exactly. You’re the smart one, you always put things better than I can – that’s exactly it. I was goin’ crazy from all this. My mind was bein’ blown!”

“So tell me again, how it ended.”

“Well… he said ‘maybe we should hang out sometime’, or maybe I said it, I was real drunk, that part is blurry… but yeah. After we kissed like that, I just opened the door and ran downstairs so fuckin’ fast. Back to the safety of my girlfriend.”

“Safety… that’s funny.”

“Yeah, I was a big scaredy-cat about what I’d just did. I jumped onto Kate and just watched the rest of the game holdin’ onto her. My heart was kinda goin’ loud in my chest though, and all I kept thinkin’ about was me and Paul, what we just did upstairs. Then when everybody was sayin’ goodbye and stuff, he gave me his number. But two days later I freaked out and I threw it away.”

“And that’s it… until you see him tonight.”

Joey nodded, smiling. “Yup! Almost three years later. I still can’t believe it. Paul, tonight, for real. I actually owe him a big thank you, ‘cause it was him that made me really face it, that I was into men, and I needed to change my life and all that stuff.”

“Well if you get in touch – thank him for me too.”  We had just pulled off the highway and were headed down the road to our apartment.  I slowed down and pulled the car over to the side of the road. I was rock hard and wanted to make out with my sexy Italian hunk of a boyfriend, right now. Moments later I was kissing his sensual lips and his handsome face, and loving it like I always do.

Moments after that, Joey was head-down in my crotch, sucking my dick down to the root, grunting and slurping in hunger and lust as my fingers stroked his hair.  It didn’t take long; I came explosively in Joey’s warm wet mouth, and he eagerly swallowed every drop.  And we kissed some more, and I could taste a hint of my own fresh cum on his kisses. 

Dozens of cars had passed us in the dark, by now, their headlights streaming past us as we were pulled over and going at it.  Joey and me, we didn’t give a fuck.

Later in bed that night, after I’d fucked Joey deep and made him cum just as hard… he confessed it to me.  “So uh… thanks for lettin’ me talk to Paul for a couple minutes. I, uh… well, I gave Paul my number, when we were talkin’.  I don’t mean to, you know, start anything… just felt like comin’ full circle since he gave me his, back then, and I threw it away.  So I gave him mine this time – just for fun.”

“Just for fun, eh?” I growled and bit Joey’s ear and wrapped my body around him. “Mine!” I exclaimed, playing jealousy but kind of really meaning it too. I squeezed his warm sexy body close and tight. Possessive. “Mine, mine, MINE!”  He laughed and laughed. And he kissed me again.

“Mmmm, yeah. Yours!” Joey paused and said it again, soft as a whisper. “Yours.”

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The truth was, Joey and I had acknowledged from the get-go that while we were wild about each other, we still had raging sex drives that got us noticing other guys too.  We never really made a Big Formal Vow about monogamy. But it was the groove we’d settled into, and very naturally and happily, those first two years. Eric and Joey. Us. Days and nights of romance and buttsex.

Paul was about to shake things up.

The conversation arose just a week and a half later.  “One and done? You sure?” 

Joey’s big dark eyes looked into mine, all earnest. “One and done.  I’m tryin’ to be as honest as I can. I swear, Eric, I love you so much and I won’t do it if you say No. But you know the saying, ‘Ask for what you want’ and so this is me askin’.  Can I just hook up with him one time. Just… ONE time.”

They’d been texting over the past several days, Joey and Paul. I’d had a clue that was happening, and now Joey told me. I didn’t ask to see the texts; it wasn’t hard to imagine Paul’s intentions and the raw sexual language in the messages. 

I didn’t know how to respond. “Let me think about it for a couple of days. This is new territory for me, Joey… I just, I don’t know, it’s complicated. I have to tell you I don’t feel so good about this. I really don’t want to fuck things up.  You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Joey went out of his way to assure me he felt the same, and the next few nights were a tour de force of sex in our bed. I fucked Joey with truly everything I had, and came inside him so powerfully. And there was an unusually deep look in his eyes. Passion. Determination. All kinds of desire. And a touch of fear. Both of us wanting to prove all this love and lust to each other, in the midst of this unsettling new Joey/Paul twist.  

Finally it came time to have the conversation.  I started.

“Okay. That’s my answer, Joey. Okay. One and done. Go for it. As long as you really think you know yourself well enough, that you’re gonna come back to me 100 per cent afterward.”

He smiled, looking all handsome and sweet. “Oh wow. That means so much to me. I know this is complicated and I’m causing you stress and stuff.”

I grinned. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“Would it help if, like, if you join in? ‘Cause… Paul floated that idea, and… I gotta say, it really started turnin’ me on.”

“A three-way?”  My mind once again was stumbling, trying to keep up with the latest. 

“Yeah. You and me and Paul. Three-way!”

Once again, I needed a bit more time to think about that one.  Intense arousal and intense threat were my two main reactions. 

Ultimately I told Joey, “I can’t decide. I really keep going back and forth, wanting to and not wanting to, and even wanting to change my mind and just say No to all of this. So: here’s what I think we should do. You give me the option, and I get to decide in the moment. And this means you need to keep your phone on and keep an eye on it, and I’ll text you if I want to join in.”

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This will sound lame, but I couldn’t think what else to do with myself: I went to a movie alone, on a Saturday night.  Paul and his big dick were on their way, driving north, to have sex with my boyfriend Joey in our apartment.

Everything about this scenario felt weird and confusing to me. I sat there alone in the dark movie theater with my large-size popcorn that I wasn’t actually hungry for. I stared blankly at the opening scenes of a movie I didn’t really want to watch.

Suddenly a text message popped up on my phone. Joey. And the wording was unusually direct and blunt, not his usual style.

“Get over here now and get in on this: ”

A second later, a photo arrived below the text. Paul and Joey, half naked, laying across our bed, in my and Joey’s bedroom, in our apartment. 

Joey looked cute as ever, all thick humpy muscles and dark sweet handsomeness, his face a mix of turned-on and embarrassed. Paul looked horny and hungry, long and lean and handsome and bearded, grinning confidently at the camera, his outstretched arm leading to the fingertip that had just taken the photo. 

This is happening right now, I thought to myself, incredulously. 

Then a new message came in below the photo.  From Joey again. “Sorry” / “this is really me” / “he took the phone!!!”

I stared at the image of these two men in our bed. One of them, my sexy hunky doe-eyed Italian boyfriend I’m so deeply in love with. And the other, this hot tall scruffy dude with an attitude, whose very brief story had become a semi-legend in our relationship. Joey. Paul.

The raw, real-time sexual potential seemed to almost literally jump out of the pixels in the image. I stared again at Paul’s words. Get over here and get in on this.

I don’t think my dick ever got so erect, so fast, as it did right then. It swung right up in my pants. Within seconds. HARD.

I texted back. “Coming!”

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Twelve short minutes later… things caught fire as soon as I walked into our apartment and into the bedroom. Joey and Paul were buck-naked now, rolling around and making out on the bed. They turned to me with huge grins on their faces as I walked in.  “We kinda got started…” Joey said.

I moved to start to take off my clothes, and Paul said “Hold up, stud. We’re gonna strip ya.”  His voice…fuck. Joey hadn’t mentioned how sexy Paul’s voice is. Low and deep and rough, almost a growl. “Get over here.” He beckoned me toward the bed with an outstretched, curling finger.

Paul turned to Joey, and then looked back up at me standing before them in my clothes. “Well shit… you got a real handsome man here. Look at him.”  Joey said yes, it’s true. And the way Joey looked at me right then, it was just like when he first approached me on the beach, a hot August day two and a half years ago. “I been lookin’ at you for an hour… and I just had to come say hello.”  I didn’t know then, dark smooth delicious Joey had a fetish for blond guys and facial hair and furry chests, but it makes sense: sometimes opposites attract, and the attraction can be intense, powerful. Ours sure was, and it has been ever since.

Four warm hands began to sensually, slowly remove all clothing from my body as I stood before the bed.  Finally my underwear and jeans sat in a pool around my ankles and shoes, and I stood naked from down there all the way up to the crown of my head. My cock was solid hard and actually bobbing up and down, that’s how excited I was. 

They lifted me naked onto the bed and unlaced my shoes, pulled them off, then socks, then the pooled-up jeans one leg at a time, and the underwear.  Now all three of us were bold and naked. Ready. I got shy all of a sudden: what exactly is going to happen next, and which one of us initiates it?

Dumb question. I learned fast, Paul will just take the wheel and start driving whenever he senses the opportunity. “Hey.” His voice, low and husky, speaking directly to me. “Eric. I want a private word with you first.”

Paul led me into the bathroom, closing the door behind us, and Joey waited alone out on the bed.

He stepped close to me and lifted my chin, stroking my blond beard gently. I felt his big long half-hard dick, pressing into mine. He leaned down in and kissed me. Like Joey said, the kiss was surprisingly tender and soft. “Good for you, man. Saying Yes.”

I laughed. “Well, it did take some thinking, but… yeah. Yes!”

He kissed me again.  I looked up into Paul’s eyes… and I saw what Joey had seen. The bold, direct, deep-set eyes of a wolf. Pure, animal, hungry. I was getting so turned on by him, the intensity – it was unexpected.

He spoke again, low and deep, as he kept stroking the fur of my beard. His other hand reached around to my naked ass. “Mmm. You got a different butt than his. Not as big, more compact… and mmm… all that blond fur all over it.”  He kissed me again, this time a little rougher, hungrier. 

He said, “Joey says we look kind of like brothers, you and me. You wanna fuck around with me… brother?” His warm hand grabbed my furry butt even harder and smacked it gently. He was grinning like the devil, and a surge of crazy lust came up through me. I leaned up into his face and kissed him hungrily. He growled low and rough and kissed me right back, our bearded faces nuzzling into one another. This went on and on for at least a few minutes.

Paul broke the kiss and spoke again, those deep-set wolf eyes looking down into mine. “I brought you in here to tell you something. Listen. Your boyfriend, Joey. He fucking loves you, man.”

I didn’t know what to say. I nodded. “Thanks. I, uh, I love him too. I’m lucky.” I looked down, suddenly shy. My eyes couldn’t help fixating on Paul’s long, thick, perfect cock. It was pressing, warm, against my skin as we stood together.

“Yeah. You two – you got something good. Remember that.” He kissed me again… and then opened the bathroom door. 

Paul stood tall for a moment, then he smiled and said in a strong deep announcer-type voice: “Let The Games Begin.”

We dove back into the bed with Joey, who’d been waiting patiently for us.  And we, all three of us, started kissing and playing around with each other.

Pretty soon, a lot of three-way dick-sucking happened. It turned me on to see Joey’s handsome face so hard at work, his mouth struggling to suck Paul’s big cock.  Meanwhile Paul was deep throating my rock hard 7-inch cock and doing a surprisingly good job on it.  Then a moment later it was me in the same position, sucking Paul, straining to open as wide as I could, trying to take that mighty cock deep into my mouth and even down my throat.  At one point, Paul pulled it out of my mouth and started slapping my face with it.  His dick felt so heavy and thick, swinging, as it slapped and slapped against my bearded face. This definitely turned me on.

Then Paul turned to Joey and said, “Joey. I’ve been waiting a long, long time for this… my face wants to spend some quality time up in that big sexy butt of yours.”  Joey’s face widened into his classic beautiful smile, and he said “Go for it!”

It was strange and intensely arousing for me, to see Paul doing the most deeply private thing I love to do. I know Joey’s butt so well, the feel of it, the taste of it, everything about it.  And here was this other man, making love to it with just as much enthusiasm as I’d ever done.  He licked and licked, and rubbed his whole bearded face against it.  He lifted his head at one point and turned to me, displaying Joey’s huge round butt, and said “Jesus, Eric, look at this. Just look at it. Fucking perfect. And you get to have this all the time.” Then he dove on back in, licking and slurping and growling with gusto.

I loved watching Joey in ecstasy as this was happening.  I leaned in and kissed Joey at one point while Paul was face-deep in his butt, and Joey’s deep dark eyes were in a state of rapture.  He did that soft gentle giggling-laugh that he does. “Hee hee… wow…” 

Finally Paul stopped, turned to me and said “Okay.  I got him all warmed up for ya. Now I want to see you two fuck.”

I tried to catch up mentally. “What? Like, you just watch?”

“Yeah. Show me what you do in here, in private. Intimate. I wanna see. Put on a show for me. The Joey and Eric show.” 

Paul stretched out on the bed next to us, spit into his hand and began stroking his thick long cock.  Joey looked up at me, handsome face and beefy-thick muscles, and he just smiled as wide as the moon.

Competitive ego kicked in at that point. I looked at Paul and I thought, You might have a bigger dick, but sit back and watch. I know how to satisfy him with mine. And I’m about to show you.

I didn’t mean to cum so fast, within just a few minutes, like an over-excited teenager. But I couldn’t help it. Sliding my dick deep and easy into Joey’s fuck-hole, feeling how wet and juicy Paul’s tongue had gotten him… running my hands all over Joey’s beautiful thick muscular body and looking into his big dark eyes, the two of us in classic missionary position… and watching Paul stroke his long massive cock in concentration as he watched me start to fuck Joey… It was such a fucking hot moment. And I lost control.

“Uhh! UHHH! Oh GOD --” And, there I was, breeding my man Joey, flooding him deep with my cum, as Paul looked on.  He laughed. “Well shit, that didn’t take long!”

I was in that delirious post-orgasm state and barely understood what came next, as it happened.  Paul just pulled my naked body right off of Joey and put his own body in my place. His face was full of determined lust, his cock was huge and long and rock-hard, and it was going IN. Joey was about to get fucked like never before.

Joey’s thick beefy legs were in the air, Paul’s long lean fit body pressing down into him.  And inch by inch, that mega-dick began to penetrate him.  “Ohh!... Oh Jesus… fuck, ohhh!...” Joey was moaning, and his face was gripped with intensity.  I leaned in alongside Joey on the bed, still feeling the sensation of having just cum inside him myself.  I whispered encouragement in Joey’s ear, and stroked the thick dark waves of hair.  “Open up… yeah, you can do it… fuck, you guys look so hot… yeah, keep opening up…”  I reached in and gently tugged on one of Joey’s nipples, knowing how that can sometimes take him to the next level during sex.  It worked. “Uhhh yeah! Yeah!”  Paul was able to plunge deeper. 

Paul kept slowly penetrating Joey.  He said, “Fuck, Eric, I can feel your warm fresh cum up in here. Fuckin’ nice.”  And he pinned Joey’s body down with more force and started fucking him for real.  Paul’s whole back arched and flexed together with his hips and ass, again and again, as he fucked Joey in rhythm. Joey gasped and groaned, amazed at the feeling of that dick inside him.  It looked to me like Paul’s big dick was really going all the way in, now, with each stroke. I looked closer, curious: yes indeed. Joey was getting seriously and deeply FUCKED.

Instinctively I reached in between their fucking bodies and took Joey’s cock in my hand. It was half hard, and dripping with precum, as Paul held him down and fucked him relentlessly. I began to stroke it, with my other hand tweaking Joey’s left nipple. I reached for some lube and applied it to Joey’s dick, stroking it to full erection as Paul kept on fuck-slamming him like a freight train.  Joey was breathing heavy and moaning deliriously.  I could feel him getting ready to blow, and seconds later, he did. Yelling and thrashing and shooting a huge load of cum up all over Paul’s body, as Paul just kept on fucking him deep.

As Joey went crazy, Paul slowed down and just fucked him slow and gentle. “God, this sweet ass..” Paul murmured as he kept sliding deep in and out. I leaned in and the three of us kissed, hungry messy wet kisses all over each other’s faces in the half-darkness as Joey kept breathing heavy and Paul kept slow-motion fucking him. I could smell Joey’s fresh cum splattered all over the two of them.  I reached in, gently stroking Joey’s skin and Paul’s, finding cum and scooping it into my fingers, and fingers into my mouth.  Fucking delicious.

Paul stopped fucking Joey and looked at me and grinned that sexy grin. “Heh… I guess we really are brothers. Cum turns me on too. Gimme some.” 

I reached in again, got more of Joey’s fresh semen onto my fingers, and lifted them to Paul’s mouth.  He sucked my fingers, milking every drop of cum off them.  “Mmmm.” He grinned again and looked deep into my eyes. “Brother.” And he kissed me, with Joey’s cum on both of our tongues. 

Joey just looked up at the two of us. He was still breathing heavy and overwhelmed by the fuck he’d just received.  He giggled. “You guys are sick and twisted!”  Paul looked down at Joey, said “Yup,” and moved in to kiss him too.

We all laid back on the bed for a moment, stroking each other and just taking a break. Joey scooted into the bathroom to clean up after getting fucked so intensely.  I told Paul, “wait a minute” and I went into the kitchen.  A few minutes later I came out with a plate of freshly toasted pop tarts, classic brown-sugar-cinnamon flavor.  Paul laughed, with that low rough sexy voice of his. “Fuck yeah! I haven’t had these in years.”  Joey emerged from the bathroom, we all wolfed down the warm delicious pop-tarts, and then we kissed each other some more, the taste of cinnamon and sweet pastry on our tongues. 

With the sugar kicking in, Paul turned to me and said, “Aw hey, look at you. Rock hard again.”  He reached over and stroked my dick and kissed me. He motioned down to Joey, resting beside us on the bed.  “I wanna see you fuck him again, and take it nice and slow this time.”

I turned to Joey, incredulous. “Can you take another round, after what you just took?”  Joey smiled, agreeable as usual. He looked so sexy and cute. 

“Well… we can try… just, you know, gotta be gentle. Real real gentle.”

I was. It wasn’t difficult to be gentle; Paul’s huge dick had opened Joey’s hole up more than usual, and I could just slide in slowly and effortlessly and fuck him from behind, doggy style, without any force.  “Mmmm… feels fuckin’ nice,” Joey said. I burrowed my face into his neck and his hair, and wrapped my arms around him, squeezing his thick sexy chest muscles as I slow-fucked him. 

I was focused entirely on Joey at the start, so it took me a few minutes to realize what Paul really had in mind. And when I did, it was hard to stay calm and just keep fucking.  Paul moved behind me and put his face in my ass as I slow-fucked Joey, and his hands spread my butt cheeks apart. Instinctively I lingered on the outstroke, letting Paul put his warm wet tongue further up in my butt, before I slowly moved in again to fuck Joey with one more stroke.

We went like this for a while.. then Paul changed position behind me and I felt it.  Oh my god… he was pressing the head of his dick up against my butt while I was fucking Joey.  Then a moment later, me still sliding in and out of Joey, Paul had slicked up his dick with plenty of lube… and I understood for sure. The warm thick head of his cock pressed firm against my ass, and he grabbed onto my body, holding it still while I remained half-inside Joey.  And he pushed… slowly.. and pushed more.  And then, oh God, that dick.  It was inside me.  It felt warm and intensely thick.  I tried to just keep breathing.  The sensation was almost overpowering.  I held onto Joey’s warm thick muscular body, doggy style, fucking him slow, reeling from the impact of Paul’s cock pushing into me, and I tried not to lose control again.

Paul was patient and determined, using his whole body to slowly, inexorably open me up.  I could not believe it – I was fucking Joey while this huge, massive cock was fucking me from behind.  Each motion I made, pulling out of Joey or pushing back in, was full of sex and sensation from Paul’s long thick tool filling me completely.  He leaned in on top of me, his beard tickling my face and ear, and that huge dick plunging all the way deep into me, his big heavy balls slapping on my butt with each stroke. As he fucked me, he whispered, “Fuckin’ take it… brother.”  I gasped, feeling so turned on, and my whole insides somehow opened up even more for him.

Paul felt my hole really open up and say Yes to him, and he went for it.  He held onto me stronger, tighter, and began to fuck me with force. I was no longer actively fucking Joey; the weight and force of Paul’s dick slamming into me was doing it, making me keep on sliding in and out of Joey.  Paul kept dirty-talking in my ear, his voice low and rough as his dick pounded me down so deep. “Yeah, fuck, my hungry little bro… I know how much you fuckin’ want it…”  My breath became short, my heart pounding. I began to make crazy little crying sounds I’d never made before as his thickness invaded me again and again. A moment later Paul suddenly grabbed onto me with almost brutal force, and grunted loudly, ‘HAH! HAAH!” and that huge dick blasted wave after wave of semen way up inside me.  I could actually feel it, a glowing warm sensation, as he came. 

“Oh my god.. oh my god” I moaned, and before I knew it I was cumming inside Joey at the same time.  It was one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.  The three of us collapsed in a pile, me in the middle, Joey beneath, Paul resting on top of me. His huge dick was still inside me, moving slow and thick, his body wrapped around me, his fingers stroking my bearded face.  I rested deeply and completely on Joey’s body, warm like a furnace beneath mine. My heart was still thumping and thumping like a bass drum.

The three of us eventually peeled off each other and took showers and slept.  No words were spoken, it was understood, Paul was staying over and our bed was a bed of three now.

We all slept in for a while, as the sun came up.  Paul was in the middle of our bed, with me on one side and Joey on the other.  My naked body rested warm against the side of Paul’s.  I could hear Joey’s full, deep breathing, the almost-snoring purring sound he makes.  I lifted my head and glanced over at the clock. 8:52am. 

Then I felt Paul’s hand, warm, moving slowly along my side, reaching down to cup one of the furry cheeks of my butt.  I murmured “mmm, so warm” and grinned with pleasure, underneath the bedsheets.  Paul rolled over slowly onto his side, and now his whole body was cradling mine, spooning me from behind. Joey, on the other side of Paul, kept on purring deep in sleep. As Paul held me I could feel his big dick rising, pressing along the underside of my balls. His dick radiated heat at it nudged into me. He hugged my body tighter and gently bit my earlobe. Everything felt sleepy and heavy, yet surging with horniness. Paul felt it too, clearly. “Fuck, this is a nice way to wake up,” he whispered, his mouth still nibbling on my ear.

Joey kept on sleeping, half-snoring. I began to slowly buck my ass up against Paul’s thick warm dick as he held me snug and tight. He reached around, both his hands caressing my furry chest, and his fingertips flicked one of my nipples teasingly.  Then he whispered in my ear… “I feel like being a brother-fucker. Get the lube.”

You bet I did.

He fucked me slow and sneaky, keeping Joey asleep behind him.  And what made it ten times hotter was the spontaneous incest-play thing. We just fell into it, whispering back and forth real low and soft as Paul’s long thick dick plunged into me… slow… and pulled back out… slow. He kept making me say it. “Brother-fucker.”  And that dick would plunge so fucking deep back into me. “Yeah, that’s my boy. Say it again.”  He held me with his dick all the way in, until I said it.

“Brother-fucker.”  

My dick was as hard as steel. He said “All these years, bro, growing up together, I never knew you wanted it. And now you finally told me.” Plunge, again came that huge dick, opening me up so deep. “Say it again.”

“Brother-fucker.”  I shuddered at all the lust and longing Paul was causing in me. It was so intense, little tears began to form in my eyes as he kept on slow-fucking me. He knew it.

“Yeah, I know what you’re feeling. Me too… now say it again.”

He held me tighter, even tighter, and I said it. “Brother-fucker.” 

He tried to stay quiet this time as he soared into orgasm, thrusting even deeper, stronger, his breath ragged in my ear, his cock absolutely flooding me with his DNA.  Our shared brother-DNA, in this cocoon of fantasy we were in.  The moment felt almost unreal, between us, so intimate and alive.  He stayed in me, deep, as the surges subsided. And I didn’t want him to ever, ever, ever pull that dick out from me.  From where it belonged.

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Joey woke up moments later, and we all cuddled and showered and fooled around some more, I made us all some quick breakfast, and then Paul suddenly realized he had to go.  Quick hungry kisses goodbye, and zoom, that was it, his car peeling off and down the road.

I held Joey in bed, and we didn’t say much, we just cuddled for a long time.  And I went back to sleep and stayed asleep until almost sunset.

At 5:05am the next morning, everything deep dark and quiet, Joey sleeping soundly by my side, in our bed… I woke up completely. And all I could think about, was Paul’s warm long lean body wrapped around me, and his phenomenal dick deep-fucking me. The way he kept making me whisper “Brother-fucker” again and again as he held my body and fucked me to the hilt, slow and strong, with that thick long cock of his.

Paul. Brother-fucker. I want more of him, of that. I want more. I want more, more, MORE.

Joey stirs in his sleep beside me, in the pre-dawn darkness. I feel a wave of guilt. But then the hunger comes back just as strong. It won’t let go of me.

Uh-oh.

by Paul Lantoro

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