The first thing I notice is that they seem to have an almost identical set of pristine, perfectly arranged alabaster teeth. Their twin smiles, broad and welcoming, glint in the low lighting of the campus bar as they tilt their heads at me in that sheepish, cover-boy kind of way.
“We’re both just curious,” says the taller of the two. “And we were wondering if you might be interested in helping us… uh… test the waters.”
“Only if you want to!” the other one jumps in.
I stir my drink with my straw.
They’re cute.
Well, no, that's an understatement.
There’s practically a heat haze coming from each of them. It’s almost comical how much they cleaned up in the genetic lottery. Differently, but both spectacularly. One is tall and lean, all sharp angles and pronounced bones, his jaw giving the impression that it could quite easily crush my skull. The other is shorter, only just taller than me. He’s stocky and thick, muscly arms straining beneath the short sleeves of a tight tee, the kind of arms that definitely spend the majority of their time lifting or throwing things.
“I’m Johnathan,” says the tall one. “And this is Michael.”
I smile at them.
“I’m going to call you Johnny and Mickey.”
Johnny grins and Mickey’s cheeks take on a slightly rosy hue.
“So, explain something to me, boys,” I begin. “If you’re both wanting to know what it’s like to have sex with a guy… why don’t you just, you know… fuck each other?”
The shade of Mickey’s blush deepens.
“We’ve fooled around a few times,” says Johnny. “But we both want to, you know… and neither of us wants to… you know… you know?”
I laugh at how uncomfortable they both seem talking about anal sex.
“So neither of you is keen on having a dick up your ass?”
At this Mickey’s whole face turns the colour of a mature cabernet and he glances around as if checking that the bar tender didn’t hear. He doesn’t seem ashamed to be talking about gay sex, more just self-conscious to be propositioning someone for a threesome. Johnny clears his throat and nods.
“Okay,” I agree.
They’re hot. And I’m not that interested in the play I have tickets to see.
We pile into the backseat of an uber, me sandwiched between the two hulking boys. They seem around my age and I wonder if they might go to the same university as me. I don’t ask.
“There’s a five star rating in it for you if you keep your eyes on the road and your ears on the radio,” I advise the driver, as I slide my hands between Johnny and Mickey’s legs, and rub the bulging mounds of denim, “we won’t make any mess, I promise.”
The driver grins and turns the radio up, as the boys gasp in unison. Mickey’s face flushes like a lava lamp, clouds of rouge migrating across it. I suspect this will be an ongoing thing. It’s pretty cute.
Johnny on the other hand seems ready, as though my grasp initially took him by surprise, but he is adamant not to be caught off guard again. He stares hungrily into my eyes. I lean over and kiss him, feeling my chin bump against his granite jaw. His thin layer of blonde stubble scratches against me as our tongues grind into one another.
I can feel both mounds growing beneath my palms. I pull away and lean over to Mickey who has his eyes closed. I press my lips to his, making him jolt, before he reaches up and grabs my face with both his hands, crushing me into him. He slips his tongue between my lips and it is thick and powerful, pushing mine around like a bully. It’s strong. I’m already imagining the things I’m going to have it to do my asshole when we get to my place.
They taste the same, both boys. Like beer tinged with a hint of a brown spirit, as though they switched to something harder in order to pluck up the courage to approach me.
The car pulls up in front of my building and as we step into the elevator, I can see the boys adjusting their jeans to accommodate their burgeoning erections.
We file into my apartment, and I drag them straight into my room. My roommate is visiting family, so we have the place to ourselves.
“Stand right there and take off your shirts,” I instruct.
I perch on the edge of my bed as they peel off their tops, revealing exquisitely shaped torsos. The kind that makes you think of athletes. Or models posing as athletes in a calendar. Mickey is top heavy, wrestler shaped, all shoulders and biceps and pecs, whereas Johnny has the carved abdomen and long, lean limbs of a swimmer.
“Now make out for me.”
I deduced early on that they were looking for someone to take the wheel on this mission.
They press their chests together and wrap their arms around one another. Their kisses are clumsy and rough, the alcohol coursing through them making them flush with heat and blurring their movements.
It’s pretty fucking hot to watch.
“Take each other’s pants off.”
They oblige, fumbling excitedly at buckles of belts and grabbing at buttons and zips. Soon they’re both in their underwear. Johnny’s got a fantastic ass, his solid cheeks pulling a pair of powder blue briefs taut, like they’re spread across a marble statue. But I can’t glean much information on the state of Mickey’s, as it is obscured by a pair of billowing, ill-fitted boxer shorts. They continue making out, pressing their crotches into each other, mashing their cocks together.
I slip off the bed and onto my knees, crawling over to Mickey from behind. I slide down the boxers, revealing a huge, round butt. It is plump and full, mostly muscle with just a little pudge. Very nice. I reach around to avail Johnny of his briefs.
Now that they’re naked and a bit loosened up, it’s time to get a little wet.
“Get on the bed,” I tell them.
They climb on and lie next to one another, staring up at me like I’m their teacher and they’re waiting for their next instruction. I slowly remove all my clothes, enjoying the feel of their eyes on me as I reveal portions of my toned, slender body.
“Fuck,” whispers Johnny. Mickey’s blush deepens.
I climb onto the bed with them and settle in between them.
“I’m assuming you’ve sucked a dick before?” I ask. They each nod.
I lean back and put my hands behind my head, and they get the message, both eagerly sliding down the bed and propping themselves up over my crotch. They dive in, and it’s clear to me that this is something they’ve both done their share of.
Taking turns to swallow me, they slide their tongues around the tip, tickling my frenulum and nipping at my foreskin. Johnny’s strong jaw feels so good caging my cock while Mickey ducks his head down and slips both my balls into his mouth. Their mouths are warm and wet and they’re both panting, steam and saliva smearing all over my groin and their faces. They come up and start to make out with each other on my cock, the head of my dick taking residence between their desperate lips.
“Okay, now come here.”
They get to their knees. I grab each of their cocks and gently pull them towards my face. Johnny’s has some heft - it is long and dense, whereas Mickey’s is a bit shorter, but thicker and nicely curved. I bring them to my mouth and swallow both dicks simultaneously while they each work out the logistics of where to put their hips and knees. They grip onto each other for balance and I can see Johnny has let his head fall back, eyes closed and mouth open, while Mickey is staring down at my mouth watching his cock go in and out of it, pressed against Johnny’s like I’m swallowing a double hot dog.
Johnny is moaning and has started to thrust into my mouth.
I think he’s ready.
“Okay, Johnny. I want you on your back in the middle of the bed.”
He obliges, as Mickey and I make room for him. When he’s in position, I flip my leg over and straddle him, hovering my ass in the air above his eagerly awaiting cock. I lean forward, bending over on top of Johnny and press my mouth to his, enjoying the way his jaw grinds against my chin. I pull back and look over my shoulder at Mickey who is looking a little unsure of what he’s meant to do.
“Mickey, you’re going to get my hole ready for Johnny’s cock.”
His eyes widen as he glances down at my exposed ass. Just as I’m about to give him further instruction, he purses his lips and nods, like a boy scout ready to rescue an injured animal. He’s so fucking cute.
He sidles up behind us both and grabs my ass cheeks in his enormous hands, gripping them firmly like he’s palming a basketball. He pulls them apart, revealing my tiny, pink sphincter. He takes a deep, steadying breath and plunges himself into my cunt.
And holy fuck, it is even better than I imagined.
His tongue is like a power tool. He drives it into me, pressing and licking and sliding, inside and out.
Johnny grabs my face and does the same to my mouth, thrusting his tongue into me.
I relish the feeling of being spitroasted by their tongues, giddy with the knowledge that I’ll soon be spitroasted by other matching appendages.
“Finger,” I call out to Mickey who nods enthusiastically, lubing up his finger with spit and sliding it into me. It glides in easily as I call out again.
“Two.”
Another finger slips in alongside it, stretching me a little, my muscles adjusting, remembering this dance.
“Three.”
A third finger enters me, and I feel my walls expand, my cunt taking its own slow, loosening breaths around his digits.
I’m ready.
I pull myself up and hover my plumped up, saliva soaked pussy over Johnny’s cock.
“Okay,” I lock eyes with him. “Are you ready?”
He is breathing heavy, and there is a hard, determined look in his eyes as he nods.
I lower myself onto him, savouring the feel of his cock spreading my cunt lips, Mickey’s spit nicely lubricating the process. Johnny’s mouth falls open. He takes tiny gasps as his dick slides inside me and his face slowly morphs, simultaneously overcome with shock, amazement and euphoria.
I grin at him as I lower myself further and further, his shaft disappearing slowly into my hole. His eyes are wide with disbelief as my ass makes contact with his thighs. He lets out a small laugh of astonishment.
“It’s so tight,” he says, gazing at me in wonder.
I just smile at him as I slowly begin to ride him.
“Oh fuck,” he says, breathing hard and closing his eyes in bliss.
I slide him in and out of me, grinding his cock with my pussy. He starts trembling and I am concerned he’s going to cum already, so I lift myself up and off his cock.
“Your turn, Mickey,” I say, leaning over on all fours on top of Johnny.
Mickey wastes no time. He’s clearly been waiting patiently. He spits a glob of saliva onto his hand and rubs it over his cock before positioning himself behind me. He pushes his mushroom head up to my opening and asks, “do I just shove it in?”
I laugh before I answer.
“Yes, Mickey. Gently first.”
He pushes forwards with his thick, muscular thighs. His broad cock nudges inside and my muscles briefly complain at the added girth. He slowly buries himself all the way in and I grunt as my pussy makes contact with his pelvis.
Fuck, he’s big.
He tentatively starts to grind his hips, pushing his cock in and out. Gaining in confidence, he begins to move a bit quicker, shoving himself into me, knocking me forward into Johnny, who has reached up and is running his hand through my hair.
“Shit,” Mickey says, “this is really nice.”
I laugh a little. He sounds a bit like he’s describing a particularly tasty cake.
I let Mickey fuck me for a bit, enjoying the small moans and exclamations that issue from behind me.
“Get on your knees and fuck my face,” I say to Johnny. He grins excitedly and practically jumps to his knees. He pushes the hair out of my eyes as he drives his cock into my mouth, thrusting it deep, tickling the back of my throat.
My stomach flips lustfully at the smell and taste of my own ass. He shoves himself in and out, fucking my mouth just like I asked. He grabs hold of either side of my head and starts to pound hard, gripping my face tight for leverage.
Meanwhile, Mickey has picked up in speed and intensity. He is ruthlessly jamming his cock into me, occasionally pulling all the way out just so he can feel the tight pop of his cock head breaking my cunt back open as he pushes it back in.
This is what I’ve been waiting for. Ever since Johnny sidled up next to me at the bar and Mickey leaned on the counter on my other side. Feeling their big, warm bodies pressed up against me, I immediately imagined this scenario.
I close my eyes and bask in the pleasure, focusing on the sensation of two cocks sliding into my wet holes. They’ve synced their rhythm now, matching each other stroke for stroke as they fill me from both ends.
Suddenly, Mickey stops.
After a few moments, Johnny stops too. Mickey’s got a strange look on his face.
“What’s up? You okay?” Johnny asks.
Mickey looks Johnny in the eye.
“I want to try it,” he says.
“What?” Johnny asks.
Mickey just looks down at his cock, still half-buried in my ass.
Aaaah. I know what he wants.
“Lie back down, Johnny,” I say.
Johnny lies down as I make my way over to Mickey. He looks equal parts terrified and exhilarated as I press my face to his and kiss him. He’s going to need to relax if he’s going to enjoy this.
He sinks into the kisses, sliding his hands around me, cupping my ass. I lick my middle finger before reaching around and sliding it between his crack. I find his little hole and softly press my wet fingertip to it. I fiddle with it and gently massage it, letting it get used to the sensation. Mickey’s breathing quickens and he kisses me harder.
I instruct him to straddle Johnny and bend over, just like he saw me do. I lean in and rim him out, and he moans loudly, enjoying the little twitches his butt makes at the foreign sensation. I slide my fingers in one by one, stretching him, giving him long breaks between for his muscles to adjust.
“I think I’m ready,” he says.
I climb on top of Johnny’s chest, facing Mickey so that I can coach him if needed, as he slowly lowers himself onto Johnny’s hard cock. His mouth falls open just like Johnny’s had, gasping with surprise and elation. He lowers down and down and I can only assume Johnny’s cock is burying itself inside him.
“Oh fuck,” says Johnny, “he’s even tighter!”
As if Johnny needs something to distract himself from the overwhelming pleasure of his dick descending into Mickey’s ass, he grabs my hips and yanks me down until I’m sitting on his face. He then starts to completely devour my asshole.
I grin as Johnny works his tongue around my hole while in front of me, Mickey’s slack jawed, open mouth stupor is slowly transforming into a disbelieving grin.
“Holy hell,” he says, “this feels SO GOOD.”
I smile and lean over to kiss him.
“Now ride him.”
Mickey starts to glide up and down on Johnny’s cock and the smile on his face gets wider and wider. It’s like he’s just discovered Christmas.
He starts to bounce on Johnny, grinding him, pumping his ass forcefully down. The well developed muscles in Mickey’s thighs tell me that he is a fierce power bottom in the making.
After several minutes of rigorous riding, Mickey pauses and looks at me.
“I want him to fuck me, while I fuck you,” he says. He’s not blushing anymore.
In a flash, I whip myself off Johnny’s face and bend over on all fours. Mickey presses up against me and slides his cock into me, all his earlier tentativeness abandoned.
“Bend over on top of me,” I instruct, “and give Johnny space to get inside you.”
I feel Mickey’s large body curl on top of mine and hear him grunt appreciatively as Johnny enters him.
“Alright you two,” I say, “this is what you wanted. Go wild.”
And they do.
Johnny takes off, hard out the gate. I can feel his thrusts as he ploughs Mickey into me. Mickey’s fat cock stretches my insides as he is drilled from behind, the three of us knocking forward and back in a glorious fuck train.
“Shit!” shouts Mickey as he plunges his cock into me.
“Fuck!” shouts Johnny as he plunges his cock into Mickey.
And I simply smile. I’m usually a bit more vocal than this, but listening to these two discover the joys of anal sex is so much more arousing for me in this moment.
They each hammer their cocks, pounding the cunt in front of them like a jackrabbit. Sweat flies wildly from their bodies as they both moan and shout, heralding their sexual awakenings to the world.
Mickey starts to make a whining noise like he’s almost crying and I can tell that this means he is getting close.
“Fuck him harder,” I call out to Johnny who amps up his thrusts, beating his cock into Mickey. Mickey’s cries get louder and higher in pitch. I feel his fingernails dig into my hips as he rams his cock inside me again and again and again.
“I can’t hold it,” Mickey cries, panting and screaming.
He is crying out on each thrust now, burying his cock as deep as he can, as though he’s trying to carve out my insides.
“I CAN’T HOLD IT!” Mickey bellows before letting out an almighty groan and shooting his load inside me. He starts to pull his cock out of me while Johnny continues to fuck him, pushing him intermittently back inside, causing him to jizz half inside me and half against my opening. He is panting, almost crying, as he spasms and twitches, pumping load after load of thick, white cum into and onto my cunt.
“Johnny!” I call out, causing him to stop his frenzied pounding of Mickey’s hole and look over at me. “Fuck his cum into me.”
Johnny’s jaw drops a little before twisting into a dark grin. Mickey moves aside, collapsing onto the bed.
Johnny takes his place behind me. He grabs his dick and scoops up the dribbling trails of Mickey’s cum. He uses his cock as a paintbrush, smearing the cum all over my hole before shoving himself brutally inside me. Mickey’s hot jizz lubricates the motion, causing Johnny to cry out in delight.
“Holy fuck!” he shouts as he starts to pound me. “Holy fuck! This is so fucking hot!”
There’s something about using another man’s cum as lube that has unlocked a new level of lust in Johnny.
He is a merciless top. He grabs hold of my ass and drives his dick into me, hard and rough. I can feel the head of his cock punching my prostate and I close my eyes in pleasure.
“Fuck,” he cries.
He continues to pound me, my tight ass gripping his cock as he thrusts it apart each time.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He keeps saying it, over and over and I realise he’s not going to last much longer.
True to my prediction, Johnny’s moans get louder and his pounding rougher. He rams his dick into me, stabbing me with it repeatedly, Mickey’s cum frothing at the friction.
“Ugh!” he grunts, “fuck! I’m gonna cum!”
He closes his eyes, grunting and thrusting, as though he’s trying his hardest to stave off the orgasm, wanting to savour this sensation as long as possible.
“I’M GONNA CUM!” he roars right before his cock explodes inside my ass.
He buries himself right to the hilt as jets of hot cum shoot way up inside me. I can feel his cock pressed up against my prostate as he covers it with his sticky jizz.
“Fuck” he sighs again and again as he shoots the remainder of his load.
Eventually he pulls himself out of me and slumps down alongside Mickey.
I look over at them both lying spent, trying to catch their breath and get their heads around what in the fuck they just experienced.
I grin as I kiss each of them on the cheek and slip off the bed.
Mickey is clearly a hungry bottom boy, while Johnny absolutely has the makings of a formidable top. I leave the two of them on my bed and while I’m on my way out to hit the shower, I spot Johnny putting his arm around Mickey.
They’re going to be just fine.
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