Getting Down to Business

“Three’s Cumpany”

After Chad and I returned home from our Chicago trip where we discovered our mutual attraction, we developed a strong fuck-buddy type of relationship. We kept things casual at work, because the last thing we needed was a bunch of rumors spreading around that we were more than co-workers. Relationships between employees were pretty much frowned on and, since we’re both pretty private people, we just didn’t want a bunch of gossipy bitches chattering about our personal lives. We also didn’t go out together very much because we didn’t want to risk running into acquaintances; we were very much keeping it on the down-low. 

So mostly we would meet in the evenings or on the weekends at one another’s places and get naked. We had long make-out sessions and mutual masturbation marathons. There was a ton of dick sucking going on in addition to intimate and detailed conversations about past experiences and sexual fantasies. We were close, but that didn’t mean we were necessarily exclusive with each other. We were both still free to explore encounters with other people. I occasionally went to the bathhouse in town – usually on weekend afternoons when it was mostly patronized by tourists. I also visited some cruisy woods at a lake outside of the city and had casual sex with strangers wandering the paths looking for dick. Chad would make occasional visits to a couple of gay bars where he never ran into anyone he knew. There, he often drew the attention of slightly older men who probably had intentions of fucking his ripe bubble ass. However, once they got into the back room – or sometimes back at their homes – they ended up on their knees sucking his cock or, more surprising for them, on their backs taking a good pounding. 

We always shared the details of our extracurriculars with each other. No question was ever off limits and we never held back from telling each other about any sex we had. The only rule we had was that we never bottomed for anyone else. Both of us were tops by nature, but every so often on special occasions, we would bend over and let the other guy have a go at our ruby starfruit. I certainly had some feelings for Chad – not only was he beautiful with his lean runner’s body, black hair, perfect delicate features, and piercing blue eyes, but he was also genuinely interesting and a loyal friend. A friend with serious benefits. So I was willing to let him fuck me every once in a while, even though it wasn’t really my cup of tea sexually. Chad also gave it up to me a few times but it was easy to tell it wasn’t his favorite. So it seemed we were just not destined to enjoy anal sex together.

Until Chad had an idea.

One weekend, he asked me if I wanted to go to one of the gay bars he visited sometimes. When I asked him if there was any particular reason, he shrugged and said, “There might be someone there I think you would find interesting.”

I could tell he had something up his sleeve, so my curiosity was piqued and I agreed to go. He wouldn’t say anything more about what he had in mind, so I just had to wait to see what developed. We arrived at the bar a little after ten on a Saturday night when the crowd was beginning to pick up. We went inside and got a couple of vodka tonics in plastic cups and started roaming around the big room, making sure there wasn’t anyone there from work. Then we started checking out the crowd and I was trying to figure out if any of the guys milling around cruising could be the one Chad thought I might find interesting.

A couple of guys started moving closer to us and looked like they were going to try to start a conversation. I can hold my own when it comes to picking up guys – I’m 5’10” with a decent body, nice skin, and reddish hair, which is a fetish for some dudes. But Chad attracts attention on a whole other level. He’s like a magnet for horny fuckers… it’s one of the reasons I always find it so flattering, and kind of astonishing, that he chooses to be so intimate with me. But this pair obviously weren’t who he was looking for, so he took my arm and steered me toward the far end of the dance floor area. 

“Let’s check out the back room,” he said. I had never been to this particular bar before, so I didn’t know it had a back room, but I’m certainly familiar with the concept and what goes on there. I was beginning to get excited, because Chad had that little gleam in his eye I’d seen before when he was set for a wild night.

“Lead the way,” I answered.

We pushed through a swinging door into a much darker area with booths and corners where the guys could get to know each other a little better. There were several men milling around and some fabric rustling and heavy breathing could be heard from some of the booth areas. We walked around the perimeter of the room and when we reached the far wall, Chad smiled and nudged my arm, pointing out a young guy standing next to a railing with a beer.

“Get ready to meet Rob,” he told me. 

We walked over to stand with Rob, who lit up when he saw Chad. They clinked drinks and Chad introduced us. “Rob and I have had a couple of good nights here,” he said. 

“I’ll say,” Rob answered. He reached over and put his hand on the crotch of Chad’s jeans and gave it a brief rub. “Good to meet you,” he said to me and gave my crotch the same treatment. 

He was a cute kid, mid-twenties, with thick black hair that was curling just over his ears. He had dark eyes and fair skin and was wearing chinos and a small white Abercrombie T-shirt. He was short, probably about 5’5” or so, but with a ready smile and fit torso.

“What are you guys up to tonight?”

“We were just out maybe looking for a little trouble,” Chad told him with a grin.

Rob matched his grin. “What kind of trouble?”

“The kind in a tight T-shirt who might want to come back to my place.”

I now had a clear picture of what Chad had in mind and my dick jumped in my boxer briefs. 

“With both of you?”

“Three makes it a party,” I said.

Rob drained the last of his beer and set the can on the floor. “Let’s hit it,” he said.

We went out to the parking lot and Chad and I got into his car and waited for Rob to pull up behind us so he could follow us back to Chad’s. As we drove, I said, “So this is what you thought I’d find interesting.”

“I can tell from the way your bulge is growing that you do.”

“You know me well.”

“Look, this guy is a total bottom. He wants dick up his ass bad.”

“Have you fucked him?” I asked.

“Not yet,” Chad said with a smirk.

“What have you done?”

“He blew me a couple times in the back room. I gave him a hand job once but he jizzed all over the floor almost as soon as I touched his cock,” Chad laughed. “But I’m betting his ass will be even better at draining balls than his mouth.”

I was erect already and gave my dick a couple of tugs through my pants as we pulled into Chad’s garage. I reached over and rubbed my buddy’s bulge and gave him a quick kiss with tongue as Rob pulled into the driveway behind us. “Let’s go have a blast.”

We went through the living room of Chad’s condo and he got us all beers. We stood at the kitchen island and there was a quiet moment while we all drank. Seeing Rob in the light got me even more excited. He was hot for sure and had a meaty, muscular ass. His shirt was so small that it rode up and revealed a delta of fine black hair on his lower belly every time he raised his arms. 

Chad set his beer on the countertop. “Take off your clothes,” he told Rob.

Rob smiled – such a willing little submissive – and set his beer down. He slowly lifted the T-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. He had hair around his nipples, that thick happy trail down into his waistband, and thick thatches of black hair under his arms. Then he kicked his sneakers off and unbuttoned his chinos and dropped them to the floor. He stepped out of them and stood there in just a pair of gray boxers and socks. He was erect, his dick pointing straight out and tenting his underwear. He looked up at the two of us watching him, then pulled his boxers down over his hardon and let them fall to the floor. He had a smaller cock, maybe four inches or so, with a tapered head that made me think for a moment of a Hershey’s kiss. His bush was a wild tangle of black pubes. Chad and I had recently manscaped, so we had trimmed bushes with smooth shaved balls that were in total contrast to Rob’s all-natural carpet.

Rob slowly turned around so that his ass was facing us. He had nice, furry, muscular cheeks which he clenched for us a few times, then he slowly bent forward and grabbed his ankles so that his crack was spread apart, revealing his dark pink pucker. I walked over to him, then stuck a finger in my mouth to wet it before bringing it to his asshole. He was ready for action, as he had obviously cleaned out thoroughly. I gently touched his anus, which had some of those slightly looser folds of skin that tell you a guy has been well-fucked. Chad was right, this dude was a sodomization station.

I couldn’t resist, so I stuck my tongue out and tasted him. His musky scent and flavor were heady and I could feel myself already leaking precum as I worked my tongue in deeper. Chad came over to stand beside us and had his cock out, stroking himself. 

“Somebody’s gotta fuck me right now,” Rob said breathlessly.

Chad led the way to the bedroom and he and I shed our clothes on the way. Rob went straight for the bed and got on all fours on the edge with his ass up and wide open for business. Chad opened his nightstand drawer and handed me a tube of Glide lube. “You first,” he said.

I was so excited I thought I might bust my nut right there, but I kept it under control. I worked a glob of the lube into Rob’s cunt and then put some on my shaft. I knew he wasn’t the kind of bottom you had to enter gradually; he was used to getting a rough fuck and that’s how he wanted it. So I positioned myself right at his backdoor and then smashed my way in. 

“Fuuuuuuuuck!!” he yelled, as his manpussy bloomed open like a flower to accept my pistoning six thick inches of sausage. I started to build up a rhythm as I plowed him; his ass took dick like a champ but it wasn’t so loose that the friction wasn’t there. He felt amazing; his hot flesh warmed my cock and he worked his assring muscles expertly to grip my meat. I threw my head back and let the pure sensual pleasure overtake me. Rob had his face pressed into the mattress, growling and snarling like an animal into the sheets. He pressed back into me, trying to take every nanometer. It was like there was an itch deep in his colon and only my cock could scratch it. 

Chad went around to the other side of the bed, still fisting his meat. He got on his knees in front of Rob. Rob looked up and saw another six inches of rock-hard dick reaching for him. He raised his head enough to take Chad into his mouth and began sucking him like a thirsty man in the desert given a canteen. Soon we were fucking in a new rhythm, with Rob’s mouth sliding down Chad’s shaft, then sliding back up as my dick went balls-deep into him. We had a proper spit-roasting going on of this horny twink and all of us were loving it. 

We kept that up for several minutes, then I felt that familiar tingle in my shaft. I was climbing the last hill of the roller coaster of my orgasm, and soon we would plunge down that final drop into ejaculation. I began to grunt as the climax built. Chad recognized the sound and knew I was close. He slipped his cock out of Rob’s mouth and came around to stand next to me. 

“Bust that nut, buddy. Paint him with your cum.”

I grunted some more and grabbed extra firmly onto Rob’s hips as I slowed my pace just a bit and drove even more forcefully into him. I tipped over the edge and a flood of semen poured from my penis deep into Rob. I don’t know how many jets flew out, but it was a long and incredible orgasm. Rob moaned in pleasure as I withdrew my cock from him. “God, your cum feels so hot,” he told me.

But this little fucker wasn’t done yet. He flipped over on his back and smiled up at Chad. “Now you,” he said, rolling back and raising his legs to give Chad access to him like the little pig bottom he was. Chad spit in his hand and rubbed it on the head of his dick. He pulled Rob right to the edge of the bed and put the shorter guy’s legs on his shoulders. He pressed his glans right against Rob’s pink dime, then docked his rocket in one thrust. Rob started to buck and thrust in ecstasy again and Chad built his own rhythm. There was the wet, slick sound of fucking as Chad’s spit mixed with my cum in Rob’s hole. 

Even though I was spent from my orgasm, I was still sexually excited watching my buddy fucking another guy. Chad’s eyes went smoky with lust as he used Rob’s asshole for his own pleasure. Lots of guys will lose their boner when they’re being fucked, but not Rob. He was fully hard, so I ran my hand up and down his shaft and under his furry balls. Then I leaned over and took his cock head in my mouth and flicked my tongue all over it.

“Oh God,” he moaned. “Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!” I started stroking him again as he roped out jizz up his chest, writhing and howling with pleasure.

Chad’s breathing got faster, a sure sign he was reaching climax. I stood next to him and massaged his perfect ass with one hand while I leaned over Rob’s shin to  lightly lick and tickle Chad’s ear with my tongue, which I knew from experience made him crazy with pleasure. He turned his head to face me and kissed me deeply as he unloaded in Rob. Chad is a heavy cummer, and I could tell he had put one of his patented cum avalanches up Rob’s ass, mixing with my load. After his spasms subsided, he withdrew his cock and we stood there for a minute, panting from all the exertion. Our sperm was starting to leak out of Rob and he had a few jism pearls clinging to his asshole hair. He grinned up at us.

“Next time,” he said, “I want you guys to DP me. I want both your cocks in my ass at once.”