On a hot summer day, Arjun and I were relaxing in a nearby city park. We sat on a bench under tree cover, enjoying the shade and breeze. We were also enjoying the men jogging around the track in front of us. Many of them were shirtless in the heat, sweat shining in the sun, dripping down their taunt bodies. Many muscled, shredded, and slim men of all backgrounds jogged by.
There was one Latino man – probably late thirties, a short king with crew cut hair and a smooth face – who we both commented on each time he looped by us on the track. Clad in a black t-shirt and short black running shorts, silver compression shorts sticking out underneath, he was sexy.
He was also working up quite a sweat.
He stopped frequently at his bag nearby where we were sitting to rehydrate. Becoming overheated, his t-shirt was the first article of clothing to come off. Pulling the sweat soaked shirt up, he revealed light brown skin and tight, rippled abs. He turned back to the track before we got more of a view, tucking his t-shirt into the back of his shorts, and jogged away.
Jogging a few more laps, Arjun and I scoped out his shirtless form. Hard pecs, hairless, with dark brown perky nipples. Hard abs with some definition, flexing as he jogged. Muscled back and nice arms, with a tattoo running from his left lat, over the edge of his shoulder, and onto the upper half of his left bicep – it was a rare tattoo that worked for both of us.
His brown skin glistened in sweat.
Stopping to hydrate again, he dropped the t-shirt into his bag and slipped his shorts off, tucking them into the bag and really getting our attention. Clad in just his sneakers, socks, and silver compression shorts, both our dicks chubbed. Sweat had started to soak into the back and front of the compression shorts. And they fit him like a glove. His butt was sculpted and on the small side, proportional to his frame and the rest of his muscles.
Arjun grinned at me, elbowing my arm. “He can get it,” I agreed, shaking my head in feigned disbelief. “I want to eat that ass.” Arjun’s elbow joshed me a second time.
Jogging away, the shorts held him tight but allowed for some give, his glutes flexing and bouncing as he jogged.
Coming around the track now in the outside lane, closest to us, we could see his front. The compression fabric molded to his package, a nicely sized flaccid penis and visible testicles held firmly inside. Passing just in front of us, the compression shorts were so well fitted that we could see the full shape of his manhood. The deep ridge of his glans was molded into the compression shorts.
My dick and ass twitched. “Hot damn short king,” I exclaimed, wiggling my brows at Arjun. He whistled quietly, nudging me, nodding his head. “I want to suck that cock too.”
After a few more laps, the short king stopped at his bag and hydrated, looking worn-out.
Prancing about near his bag, he walked and stretched as he drank, giving us spectacular views of his butt, package, and overall body.
“It’s almost inappropriate how obvious his dick is,” I said. “But I’m not complaining about the view he’s giving us!” Arjun nodded.
The short king did a wide circle stroll, coming even closer to us. My eyes flickered between his crotch, torso, and face.
Flicking up to his face, he saw me looking at him. I held his gaze for a few moments as he held firm too – his eyes an intense, dark brown – before I purposefully lowered my gaze down his torso to his crotch again. I hoped he saw me, and Arjun, thirsting over him and would return our interest.
We were both wearing tank tops that showed off our muscley arms and torsos, mine also revealing my gingery hairy chest. And our short shorts showed off our leg muscles while giving a hint at our above average packages.
He returned to his bags, bending down, butt pointing toward us and pulled a towel from his bag. He wiped much of the sweat off his head and face, over his neck, down his torso – watching Arjun and me the whole time – along each arm and around to his back.
Throwing the towel over his shoulder, he rested the bag strap over the towel and walked toward us clad only in his socks, sneakers, and revealing compression shorts.
We went through the same motions. Arjun and I drank in the view of his obscenely obvious dick and balls, his torso, and his face. But this time his eyes remained locked on us, switching only from Arjun’s gaze and body to mine and back.
What seemed like hours was only seconds, his bag hadn’t been left far from our bench.
The short king came right up to us, cocking a smile, “Mind if I join you guys?” There was plenty of space to sit on either side of us in the shade.
I smiled, Arjun jumping in, “Plenty of space.”
The short king set his towel, bag, and clothes down at the far end of the bench, stretched his arms over his head, his muscles flexing and his dick pressing even more into the compression fabric with his hips flexing forward.
He saw us drinking the deliberate view in and smirked.
Sitting down purposefully close to me, our body heat radiating in the narrow space between us, hairs on our arms just touching.
My body shivered despite the heat.
I could see his dick growing, making mine swell more.
He spread his legs, his knee resting against mine.
I rubbed my knee into his.
A whisper of a moan blew from his lips.
“You guys want to have some fun,” he asked, intense eyes on us, hand casually adjusting his obscene dick in the compression shorts.
“Sure do,” I responded, letting my arm rest into his.
“I live just over there,” he said, keeping his hand close to his crotch and pointing at a building facing the park. “Come.” He stood, pulling his shorts and t-shirt out of his bag and slipping them on, walking away toward the apartment building. “Matias.”
Arjun and I book-ended him as we walked. “Grant,” I said, and nodding to my husband, “and Arjun.”
“You run here often,” I asked. “It’s a convenient location for you, living so close.”
“Four or five times a week. During the warmer months at least,” he replied. “My building has a nicely equipped gym, but in the warmer months I like to get outside for my cardio. You guys look like you don’t take it easy with exercise either,” he continued, feeling our biceps and shoulders.
I put an arm around his shoulders, feeling the heat of his body post-workout still radiating from him. We kept chatting about workout routines, equipment, cardio, nutrition, and the like as he greeted his door staff. We took the elevator up to his top floor apartment, and he opened the door for us. We kicked off our sneakers and Matias gave us a quick tour. It was a one-bedroom, light-filled apartment with a wide balcony full of plants and a seating area overlooking the park (almost sounds like I pulled this from a real-estate listing, but it was true).
“Beautiful place,” I complimented. “And a beautiful view,” looking out the window at the park. Looking back at him, “Or should I say two beautiful views…” He and Arjun were already making out, and they pulled me into a three-way kiss.
Matias stepped back, compression shorts showing his chubbed dick. “Let me clean up quick, please hang out, feel at home.”
He scooted away to his ensuite bathroom, and we heard the shower come to life.
Stepping out onto the balcony, we enjoyed the view and lounged on the sunchairs.
Matias was back quickly with a towel wrapping his neck, drying his short hair, and wearing a fresh pair of silver compression shorts. “Those are fucking hot,” I told him, running my hands up the outside of his thighs. The material was silky, my hands gliding easily over it. “Glad you had a fresh pair.” I swooped around the back, my hands engulfing his ass and squeezing. Nice and firm.
Matias moaned softly. “The way you both eye fucked me wearing them, I thought I’d better at least start with them on.”
Arjun stood, tossing Matias’s towel aside, kissing his neck and pulling his face back to resume their make-out session.
Moving around, my hands drifted down the front of Matias’s thighs and back up the inside.
He moaned again.
His dick swelled, snaking left and upward, stretching the compression material.
My hands finally reached his crotch, circling around his testicles. They were on the small side, but fun to play with regardless.
A mumbled moan came from Matias, his tongue licking inside Arjun’s mouth.
Up his shaft to his head, I traced the pronounced ridge of his glans with my fingertips.
“Fuuuuck,” he moaned quietly into Arjun’s mouth.
A wet spot formed at his head, darkening the silver fabric.
Sliding my hands up and down his shaft, I stroked his dick through the material. His moans became louder.
“So fucking hot,” I repeated. “You must wear these on purpose. Enticing all the gays at the park…”
Matias broke his kiss, looking down at me with a smirk, “It worked, didn’t it? Now suck my cock.”
His thumbs curled under the waistband and pulled the front of his compression shorts down, his large dick bounding free, tucking the shorts under his smooth scrotum, testicles pressed outward over the edge.
His dick was 6.5 inches long, stuck out toward my face from the base and curved upward and to his left. Uncut, he had a thin, loose foreskin that did little to mask the sharp ridge of his glans that I’d longed for.
I traced my tongue along his ridge, causing another moan.
I licked the shaft, his balls, and back to his shaft. I was teasing him and preparing to deep throat him.
“Fuck dude,” he sighed. “Suck that meat.”
I licked the top of his foreskin, slicked with his precum, and stuck my tongue inside, hitting his glans.
“OH FUCK,” he moaned.
Arjun was now playing with Matias’s nipples and had dropped his own shorts, his sport briefs showing his 7incher, humping it into Matias’s compression covered ass.
Twisting and twirling my tongue between Matias’s glans and foreskin, he cried out and thrust his hips, driving his dick into my mouth.
I met his thrust and bottomed him out inside, his glans just poking into my throat.
“HOLY FUCK,” he cried out again, feeling my tongue working the underside of his dick and my throat working his glans. “FUCK.”
Precum poured into my throat.
I held his precum there, backed off his dick, and let it drain into my mouth, coating his dick with precum and saliva.
He tasted fresh, a little salty.
My cock ragged in my shorts.
I drove down on his dick again, nose pressing into his groin. He had a dusting of well-kept brown pubes that my nose kept getting tickled by as I pulled back up his dick and took him fully back inside.
Arjun peeled Matias’s compression shorts off, his testicles remained close to his body. Leaving his wet cock pulsing in mid-air, licking just his head, I twirled his testicles around in my fingers and worked my other hand along his taint.
Arjun’s dick was now out, underwear off, and he was kneeling behind Matias, spreading his cheeks, licking his ass.
“AAAaaaaaAAAaaaAaaaaa,” Matias sang his pleasure.
He leaned over, holding my head, his cheeks spreading more for Arjun. He thrusted into my mouth and back out, pressing his ass into Arjun’s mouth. Building to a rhythm of fucking my face and pressing his ass into Arjun’s face, he moaned with abandon.
“There’s lube in the drawer just there,” he pointed, directing Arjun to get it.
Arjun’s dick swayed as he walked. He was nude now, brown skin and muscles on display.
Matias fucked my face faster while Arjun grabbed the lube and applied it to his dick and worked a finger into Matias, lubing his hole.
“RRrrraaaaaaa,” Matias moaned, feeling my husband’s finger in his ass. “Fuck me.”
Arjun replaced his finger with his dick, sliding in with minimal resistance.
Matias stood still, whimpering.
Precum flooded into my mouth as Arjun’s dick filled Matias’s anus.
And then Matias resumed his rhythm, fucking my face and now fucking himself on Arjun’s cock, moaning away.
We stayed like this for a few minutes until Matias leaned way down, pushed me off his dick, and kissed me. Ass open, cheeks spread, staying still, Arjun took over fucking him.
I stood and stripped, presenting my 8inch cut, precum oozing dick to Matias.
“Oh fuck,” he exclaimed, grabbing my dick, sucking off the copious precum. “Delicious big boy!”
He sucked me in, focusing on my head before driving his face down my length, bottoming out, the head of my dick stretching his throat.
Matias moaned around my dick as Arjun thrusted hard and fast inside of him.
Matias bobbed his head up, mouth sliding back along my cock and slid right back down my dick. He increased his bobbing motions, trying to match the cadence of Arjun’s thrusts into his ass.
I held his face, fingers wrapped under his throat, gently choking him. I could feel the force of my dick pushing into his throat and his reverberating moans.
Arjun grinned at me over his back, ramming his dick inside and gestured for me to take over.
Holding Matias’s head steady, I pulled my dick out simultaneously with Arjun pulling out.
“NNnnuuuuuuuuu,” Matias sighed, feeling empty.
I directed him to the balcony wall, putting his hands on the brick ledge, muscled back sloping down to his butt pointing toward me, knees slightly bent.
I squeezed his cheeks and bite them softly, licking his smooth glutes.
He moaned.
My thumb pushed at his hole, the lips opening, wanting me inside.
“Fuck,” Matias moaned. “Give me that big cock!”
Arjun squirted some lube on my dick. I stroked it to cover my meat and pushed my head into his hole.
“HHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUhhhhh,” he moaned, anus opening, stretched out more than from Arjun.
Stridently sliding my cock inside, he whimpered and shivered, anus giving some resistance but tamping it down to take all 8 of my inches.
Bottoming out, he whined and his hands flew back to grab my muscled, hairy ass.
“HOLY FUCK,” he breathed, pulling on my cheeks, spreading my ass and driving my cock into the depths of his anus.
Kissing his neck, hugging his torso to me, “Feel that big cock inside your tight little ass Matias.”
He whined, tilted his hips into my crotch, my dick rubbing and stretching his anus.
“Yeah,” I moaned and encouraged him. “Feel that cock.”
He pulled on my ass and tilted his hips, massaging the far reaches of his anus with my dick.
He was tight, slicked up from Arjun, warm, and velvety inside. My dick ragged, oozing out precum.
“Fuck me,” Matias croaked, loosening his grip on my ass but keeping his hands there, feeling my muscles.
I pulled way back to just before I’d slip out and slowly penetrated back in.
Out.
In.
Incrementally building up speed.
Each time I pulled out, with his hands grasping my cheeks, Arjun had a good view of my anus. His finger lingered over my hole, still coated in lube, and worked me open.
“FFFUUCCCK,” I moaned into Matias’s neck, still kissing him.
On my outward movement, Arjun’s finger popped into my ass, sliding fully inside.
“HHHOOOOO fuck,” I moaned, humping my dick deep into Matias who then joined my moaning.
Matias, looking back to see what was happening, whistled in encouragement, “Get that big white muscle ass dude!”
Arjun moaned and started to finger fuck me as I increased my speed on Matias.
His finger slipped out and I felt my husband’s dick at my hole.
I was deep inside Matias. Kissing his neck, explaining what was about to happen, “When I pull back, I’m going to impale myself on my husband’s cock.”
Matias moaned, spreading my cheeks as far as they could go with his hands. “Yeah, fuck yourself and fuck me!”
I pulled back and sank my ass onto my husband’s dick. His cock penetrating my ass as my cock slide along inside Matias’s ass.
My body trembled.
“MMMMMMAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa fuck,” I moaned. Both of them echoing my pleasure.
Matias released my cheeks, letting them squish into Arjun’s dick and groin, and slapped them.
“Yeah. Fuck.”
Getting the right position, I went fast, driven my desire to fuck Matias and feel my husband fucking me, I relished being the meat in the middle.
Matias began to tilt his hips and drive his ass back onto my cock, meeting my thrusts. Arjun did likewise behind me, thrusting into my backward movements. Skin slapping sounds rang out with our moans.
My elbow crooked around Matias’s neck, pulling his body up, gently choking him.
“AAA AAAAAA AAA AAHHH Fuck,” he moaned, loving the sensations swarming his body.
“OH FUCK,” Arjun cried out. “Fuck fuck aaaaaaaaaHHHHHHH…”
“Fuck yeah dude,” Matias coaxed. “Blast the hole!”
Arjun’s dick swelled and blasted, dumping his load inside my ass.
He humped into my continued thrusts in and out of Matias, finishing off his orgasm.
Sighing, panting, he pulled out, his dick becoming too sensitive.
Matias twisted his head back, “My turn.”
His hands gripped my hips, stopping my thrusts and pulled himself off my dick with a moan.
Precum oozed out, dripping to the tiled balcony floor.
“Fucking hot white dude,” Matias said, his own dick spilling precum down his curved shaft. “Come.”
He positioned me on my back on a sunchair, legs over his shoulders, his dick prodding my anus.
My hole opened easily.
Arjun handed Matias the lube.
He drew his dick back, let some lube drip down my crack, and gyrated his dick along my lubed crack.
Pulling back again, his head slid down to be in line with my hole, and he entered me. My hole opened eagerly, his 6.5inches slipping deep inside.
“HOLY FUCK,” he cried out, dick pulsing. The curve of his cock stretching parts of my ass not often given a lot of attention. Parts that drove me wild.
“FUCK YEAH!” I cried out.
He pressed into me, straining my hole and his dick.
Panting, I held onto his butt cheeks, humping my ass into his dick.
Arjun played with Matias’s nipples and kissed his shoulders and neck, adding to his excitement.
Matias pulled back and hammered back in, fucking me roughly.
I whined and took it like a champ.
His hands clasped the sides of my head, ramming his dick in and out of my hole.
“Take my fucking cock,” he roared, eyes intense, his hands affectionate but his fucking aggressive.
“Yeah bro,” I egged him. “Fuck my tight muscle hole.”
He groaned.
“You feel my husband’s load in there,” I continued. “Give me your load too.”
Matias roared again, face flushed, sweating a sheen over his skin.
Arjun, pinching Matias’s nipples hard, coaxed him too, “Cream my husband’s ass dude!”
Matias’s dick swelled and he hammered me harder.
I clenched my ass onto his invading cock and his eyes bulged. His hands gripped my face, chest muscles tensed, mouth fell open in a silent moan and his dick blasted inside of me.
On the third jet of cum he thrust inside, his moan boomed from his mouth, “AAAAAAAHHHHHGGGGGGG FUCK YEAH!”
“Fuck fuck, holy fuck…” he kept moaning, pounding my hole, thrusting each jet of his load inside.
Panting, he stopped thrusting, his dick throbbing in my ass, his heart racing.
His hands relaxed and caressed my face. His eyes still intense but taking on a grateful look. With a long breath out, he slowly pushed fully onto my ass and then fully withdrew, rubbing his head on my hole. “Hot fucking ass bro.”
He looked down at my dick, smirking. “But we aren’t done yet, you need to cum too.”
He picked me up and slid me back further onto the sunchair, straddled my body, grabbed my dick. Dripping more lube on it, he sank his ass down my cock until he was sitting on my lap, eyes wide, mouth hanging open.
My 8inches stretched his anus open and throbbed inside of him. I was right on the verge of orgasm, my own mouth hanging down, a low groan rumbling out.
Matias’s high pitched whines flowed from his open mouth and he raised his body up, slamming back down on my dick.
“FFFFFFuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I breathed.
Up and down, riding my cock, his own dick still hard, slapping my abdomen.
Arjun was back behind him, toying with this pecs and nipples, whispering in his ear about riding his husband and feeling his giant cock.
Faster, just like he was fucking me a moment ago, he rode my large cock with abandon.
Grabbing his dick, I jacked his curved meat.
His ass clenched as he rode me and my orgasm exploded.
My body tensed and muscles jerked, humping my cock into his riding movements as I pumped my cum into his ass.
Feeling my dick pumping my load inside of him, he cried out, and his dick blasted another load. Jacking him as he rode me, my hand milking out his second load as his ass milked my first.His cum splattered all over me, the sunchair, and the tiled floor. His load was huge, like mine, but this was his second in only a matter of minutes.
I moaned, feeling his hot cum on my body, his tight ass milking my dick. I’d lost track of how many times my body pumped cum into him, but I knew it was more than usual.
Stopping his ass at the top of my dick, he slowly lowered himself back down to sit on my groin and proceeded to lick his load off my body.
Part of a jet had hit the corner of my lips. I licked it off, tasting his clean saltiness.
Having cleaned me up, he kissed me, pulling Arjun into the kiss, sharing the taste of his load.
Arjun then helped Matias climb off my cock and pulled me up from the sunchair. The three of us kissed again.
He wiped us down with the towel he’d brought out earlier and then wiped himself.
Arjun and Matias exchanged social media, and we said our pleasantries, honestly wanting to rekindle this escapade in the future.
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