I’ve been seeing this guy on and off for a few months now. I guess you could say we have a sort of ‘friends with benefits’ thing going on. We met on Grindr one evening and after some small talk and exchanges of pics, he invited me over to his place, which wasn’t far from mine, for some late-night action. He was about my height (five-feet-eleven), in his early thirties, with long sandy coloured hair and a toned surfer’s type body.
He introduced himself as Andrew as we shook hands at the front door and let me in. He had a really nice house, two-story, close to the beach. He was in the middle of watching a movie, he offered me a drink and we got talking on the couch. Turns out he’s into race cars and video games, recently split with his wife and has two kids.
To say that first night was amazing is an understatement. We both came twice, and we lay there naked, chatting for hours. It was about 4 am before I reluctantly made the decision to head home. But with the promise that we’d definitely have to do it again soon.
And we did. At least once a week we’d try and catch up. Either at his (when he didn’t have the kids) or at mine. We even did it outside in my backyard one hot evening on a picnic blanket. No doubt the neighbours heard the moans. We did it down at the beach, back of the car, everywhere we could.
Eventually, he ended up having to sell his house (part of the divorce settlement) and moved into a large shed located at the back of one of his mate’s businesses in the LIA. It wasn’t much, but it had the essentials. Small kitchen, bathroom, couch, television, and a bed, which was located on an upper mezzanine floor, which you could only access via a ladder. So at least we had a view when we fucked.
One afternoon, we were messaging each other, planning our next meet, when he suggested getting a third. We’d discussed having a threesome on a number of occasions before, but had never gotten around to organising anything. He said that he’d been chatting to this guy on Grindr and that he was keen to join us. I replied that I was definitely in and we teed up a time the following night.
When I arrived, the other guy was already there. He and Andrew were both chilling outside with a cold beer chatting. Andrew introduced him to me as Clint. Fuck… this guy was hot. The pics Andrew had sent me from his Grindr profile had not done him justice at all. Slightly taller than the both of us, maybe six-foot, and with a heavier, muscular build, very tanned, dark hair, stubble (but the sexy kind) and deep brown eyes that you could lose yourself in.
So naturally, after shaking his hand and seeing that big smile, my pants were already straining. We all sat and had a drink and made some small talk to calm the nerves. Turns out, Clint had a girlfriend. This was only his second gay experience. So we promised to go gentle on him, to begin with. As far as his girlfriend knew, he was down at the pub with some mates.
After finishing our drinks, we made our way up the ladder to Andrew’s bed and all got undressed, seeing Clint naked was… hard to put into words actually… but I’ll try. His large muscular toned body looked amazing in the dull lighting. His chest was covered in dark hair, thick muscular arms and legs… this guy clearly worked out. And, of course, let's not forget his cock. It wasn’t fully erect, but it was thick and cut and pulsing.
I could tell Clint was a little nervous, I think we all were a little bit. I mean, this wasn’t my first three-way rodeo. But one can’t be blamed for having a few butterflies when you’re standing naked in front of a complete stranger… and one that looked like a god at that.
Andrew lay down on the bed and I immediately went in for a kiss. His hand were around my head, kissing me passionately, my hand feeling up his naked body. I felt the bed sink as Clint moved in, clearly wanting in on a bit of the action. I pulled away from Andrew and looked up into those big brown eyes of Clint’s. I shook off the nerves and grabbed his arm, pulled him in closer so that I could reach his lips with mine.
I gently kissed him, while slowly moving my hand up his arm to his shoulder and around the back of his neck. I held the back of his head as our tongues were entwined. I then moved my hand around to his hairy chest as I moved my mouth away from his and concentrated on his neck.
He let out a slight moan, as did I, when I felt what could only be Andrew’s mouth wrap around my now throbbing cock below. From his position, he had full access to both mine and Clint’s cocks, to which he took full advantage of. I had to pull away from Clint’s body so that I could let out another moan. As I did Clint took the opportunity to return the favour. With Andrew’s lips around my cock and Clint’s around my neck… and to think, we were only getting started.
My hand now moved down to take Clint’s cock in my hand. It felt truly amazing, thick, long and pulsing. I slowly started to stroke its full seven-and-a half-inch shaft. My other hand found Andrew’s cock and I started jerking him off as well. He wasn’t quite as well-endowed as Clint or me, maybe five-and-a-half-inches. But he definitely knew how to use it, and that’s what counts. Andrew then reached around and grabbed Clint’s arse. Hands and tongues roaming everywhere. It was pure ecstasy.
Clint then whispered in my ear, “I want to watch you two fuck.”
I returned a big smile, you didn’t have to ask me twice. So after getting Andrew on all fours and lubing up, I went in raw. After months of fucking, Andrew’s arse was still tight for me. But after the initial discomfort, we got into our regular rhythm. I fucked him doggy style, making sure he could feel my balls slapping against him as I thrust in, harder each time.
Clint, of course, didn’t just sit back and watch, he positioned himself in front of Andrew’s face and offered up his manhood for Andrew to take. As I was fucking Andrew and Andrew’s blowing Clint, I wrapped my hand around Clint’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss. Our tongues duelling above a scene of hot, sweaty, manly passion.
The feeling of fucking Andrew’s tight arse raw was amazing, as it was each time we played around. Every thrust brought a moan from Andrew, even though his lips were firmly wrapped around Clint’s long moist shaft. The scene in front of me was too much and I had to pull out to prevent myself from blowing too early… this was just the warm-up.
It was Clint’s turn, and Andrew was first up. I lubed them both up and guided Andrew into Clint’s waiting arse, as he too, was on all fours waiting to be taken from behind. It was slow progress, only taking his second ever cock, Clint buried his face into a pillow, muffling his moans of pain, which soon turned into moans of pleasure, as he gradually relaxed and took it all.