You always meet twice

We had started with beer and peanuts, like always when hubby and I hit the Black Rooster on a Friday night. Like many guys, we both enjoyed the simple things in life. But today I needed more. The large taproom had been packed to the roof, and Sebastian and I lucky enough to find the last prime spots at the bar, sipping our pints as we scanned the crowd for a suitable third.

After a tedious week of training the new temps at the construction site I needed – nay – I fucking deserved two cocks in me tonight. So I had requested that we go out on a hunt. I just love to be used after bossing fresh meat around for a week. Go judge somewhere else.

Sebastian spotted him first. He's got that special radar for horny muscle. So he flirted the guy over and, holy moly, what a hunk. Being in our mid-thirties, we probably had about ten years on him, but he didn't seem to mind. Looked somewhat familiar, too, but my brain was too busy picturing those muscles at work to waste any thought on past encounters. I couldn't get my eyes off his bulging crotch and the hairy, tanned chest showing in the gap of his half-open shirt. Caught my cock twitching at the sight of his nipples perking beneath the tight cotton. Licked my lips and exchanged a hungry glance with Sebastian. Delicious.

The hunk introduced himself as Tom, and, hi there, looking for some tight ass to pound tonight, and if he might assume the two of us were out for something along the lines. Assume away, gorgeous, thank you very much.

Anyway, the peanut bowl had been still half full when we left. Might tell you something about the amount of small talk we managed until we had to get out of the public.

Now, twenty minutes later, our clothes lay scattered all around our bedroom, the light was dimmed, and the fresh beer bottles from the fridge warmed untouched on the sideboard. Tom stood at the foot of the bed, naked and hard, slicking his impressive cock with a handful of lube while I made out with Sebastian on the cover, my tongue playing between his smiling lips. His breath still tasted of beer and peanuts and came quickly and greedy as both of us kept glancing at Tom's magnificent meat, giddy like horny cheerleaders. Sebastian gave me a wink. After five years together, two of them married, he knew I liked it deep up my ass and that thing promised to drill up oil. He leaned against the thick cushions at the head of the bed, legs sprawled wide while I crouched on hands and knees in front of him, offering my skinny behind to our new friend like a good boy.

We both had thoroughly douched before we went out, so prep work wouldn't get in the way. Good thing we did too, because Tom continued to be quite forward and commanding. Even as Sebastian and I were still tonguing each other's throats, the bed dipped as he crawled onto the mattress and then his large, strong hands were kneading my buttocks like cookie dough. No asking for permission, no hesitation. Bold.

And quite sexy.

I'm a sucker for submission, but I was pleasantly surprised that Sebastian, who usually took charge in our endeavours, surrendered to Tom's confidence so easily as well. Seeing my usually rather dominant lover letting a total stranger grope me so possessively while he watched like a docile lion, turned on all the right things in me. He always seemed to know exactly what I needed.

“I love you,” I whispered, then gave him another hot kiss – just as Tom's finger slid into my crack and paused warm and slippery on my hole. “We good?” he asked in his young baritone, his fingertip massaging my anus ever so slightly, making me moan a little.

“I'm good,” said Sebastian, brown eyes glinting in the dim lighting. “Babe?”

“So good,” I breathed. Fuck me already. The finger slipped in. “Oh yeah. Absolutely.”

While Tom worked on widening me up, I licked my way down Sebastian's neck, swirling my thumbs on his nipples while he ruffled my curls, gently but firmly pushing my head downwards. Yes please, show me the way, I thought as I dipped my tongue into his furry navel, making his belly twitch while the tip of his stiff cock nuzzled into the soft flesh under my chin.

By then, Tom had three fingers stretching my hole and was squirting a cool glob of lube onto the opening. “Ready?”

“Get in there,” I said over my shoulder. “Please.”

The mattress bobbed again and the fingers retreated as Tom shifted into position. Then the thick, full mushroom head of his cock kissed my hole, warm and determined as he slowly pushed in. I buried my face in Sebastian's belly, stifling a moan that had stuck in there all week. Tom grabbed my hips, holding me steady as he pressed on. In a notch, then back again, slowly impaling my ass on his meaty spear. Given his muscled bulk and bold demeanour, Tom went ahead gentler than I had expected. Sebastian apparently realized that as well. I could feel him relax into full comfort mode, making me smile, nuzzled into his pubes. Always keeping me safe.

I held still, breathing in my man's familiar scent, while Tom settled deep into me until his balls ended up resting against mine. When he started thrusting, I closed my lips around Sebastian's cock, guided him into my mouth on my tongue and started rubbing and sucking, making sure to put extra pressure on his frenulum, just as he liked it.

Tom fell into a quick, but not too hectic rhythm and soon we all sweated, grunted and moaned to the slurping sounds of deep-throat saliva, whipping lube and the steady slapping of his dangling balls against mine.

Yes please, let's do this all night long. It was exactly what I needed. My lover's dick in my throat and a hunk up my ass. Why couldn't life always be so simple?

Soon, my own erection bobbed freely in mid-air, sometimes touching the folds of the bedsheets, sometimes slapping against my belly. Hells yeah. I rarely craved stimulation on it directly. Rather preferred it to breathe while my prostate got all the attention. And damn it got pampered tonight. With every pounding stroke, Tom slid over my pleasure spot, sending sparks of bliss through my whole body. When he grew even harder and – I swear – bigger, he rubbed on it more deliberately, making me gag as I lost focus for a second and let Sebastian slide all the way down my throat a little too quickly.

“I think you found the slut button,” Sebastian said to Tom with a content grin on his face, folding his arms behind his head.

I came up for air, determined to give some witty reply, just as Tom met the sweet spot again with extra pressure and kept rubbing it in quick, abrupt thrusts. “Like that?” he asked with mischief in his voice.

“Nnngh,” I gurgled, rolling my eyes back into my skull and fully gave myself to the sensation, oozing out the first drops of pre-cum. I'd be ready to come pretty soon and judging by the throbbing log up my ass, so seemed Tom.

But Sebastian wasn't. Not yet. I had to up my game with him if I wanted them both to come in me at the same time. I scooped some goo from my cock and wormed my middle finger between my lover's cheeks and to the wrinkly ring of his anus. Worked my way in, while sucking him deep and slow, watching his reaction at the same time. I'm such a multi-tasker.

His head tipped back. Good. Faster. Two fingers. When I curled them onto the soft round ball of his prostate, he let out a long, rumbling moan and his cock swelled in my mouth in response to the additional stimulation.

Meanwhile, Tom had gone back to longer, ball-slapping thrusts, grunting his pleasure every time he pounded against my buttocks. So deep. Drill me, pump me hard.

“You're fucking hot man,” he groaned, then leaned forward and groped for my dick that danced wildly between the sheets and my stomach. “Want me to hold that for you?” His voice was strained as he raced for climax.

And it was in that moment, on the brink of peak pleasure, that I realised who he was, as he had asked that same question just this morning, heaving a sack of concrete onto his shoulder with ease. All his physical merits covered by a blue overall, safety glasses and a hard hat. Tom... Thomas. One of the twenty temps I had trained all week. Holy...

“...Fuuuck!” I groaned past Sebastian's cock, squirting hot semen into Tom's hand in a rocking orgasm while he and Sebastian both pumped their load into me simultaneously in strong, shuddering bursts, filling my throat and my ass with sticky hot goodness for a long, stupefying moment. Until recent realization crept back into my mind.

As Tom slipped out of my ass and collapsed alongside us, I licked some spill from Sebastian's deflating erection, taking my time to work up the courage to look at my hunky trainee, hoping things wouldn't be weird Monday morning. My crotch kept twitching with satisfied lust and I could feel some of his spunk dripping out of me. Yeah. So that happened.

How could I not have recognized him? Well... You didn't really look at his face, did you, said a little voice in the back of my head. No, I answered my own question, glancing at his junk, there'd been far more interesting parts to look at.

My gaze wandered upwards and met Tom's smile. Yeah, he knew. But instead of gloating, he patted my shoulder in an awkwardly consoling gesture.

“All good, boss,” he said, drawing a confused frown from Sebastian. “I didn't recognize you right away either. Those overalls really make everyone look the same, huh?”

I snorted. “They sure do.”

Sebastian's eyes widened as he understood and then all three of us burst into laughter. We had two more rounds after that, with them switching things up nicely as they played with me thoroughly. When Tom left, the sky was already lighting up with the first glow of dawn and from some construction site in the streets nearby came the sweet drilling sound of a jackhammer.

I kissed Sebastian and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we went back to bed.

Sometimes, life was that simple.