Gay Erotic Stories

My eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness yet, having just left the bathroom and turned out the light. I was easily maneuvered off balance, and found myself spread over both Andy and Bruno’s naked bodies. Andy knew full well that I slept in the buff, so there we all were…the three of us naked and in the same bed.

“Andy tells me you’re quite a top with stamina…” Bruno spoke first, “and since I’m from Missouri, I asked him to show me. He said you probably wouldn’t mind.”

My mind was still reeling from being swept off my feet…literally…now here comes figuratively? Shit, the two of them cooked this all up…and I walked right into their trap. Sure I’d had many a dream and desire to plow Andy’s amazing ass; he was one hard little fucker to satisfy…and would beat the hell out of the Eveready rabbit should the hyper-critter be so inclined.

Wait just a damn minute, I thought, recalling Bruno’s words. Just who was I supposed to prove this to? Did Bruno want to watch Andy, or was he wishing to verify this on a first-person basis? While sorting this conundrum, I thankfully decided it was a good thing that I’d not taken care of business by myself; I’d been a non-raging disappointment.

I felt Andy’s familiar hands wrap around my rapidly hardening dick…those magical hands of his. I was a gonner…putty in his hands (far from it—more like a steel putter!) “Bruno’s been wanting to see if you’re as good as I said you were,” Andy whispered just a bit too loudly. Knowing Andy’s ravenous appetite, I was sure my reputation had preceded me. I didn’t know what to say…were these guys just bumping pussies or what? I knew Andy liked it exclusively as a bottom. Was Bruno a consummate voyeur, or have an twitching asshole?

“Andy says that you’re most likely not gettin’ any for a while and that you could probably handle us both.” Bruno suggested with a chuckle in his voice.

What the hell—was this some kind of joke? I found myself just a bit too nervous at the prospect. Hell, I’d never needed anything like Viagra or that other pill that warns against having a 4 hour persistent erection…but damn I might be game to pop one of those blue pills about now. At least it’d put my head a bit more at ease (the one on my shoulders). All things considered, my body was tensed and I was now sporting a raging hardon…so hard that it was throbbing, almost to the point of it hurting. Well, I guess it’s true what they say…a stiff dick has no conscience.

Andy spoke up, “Okay Bruno, you go first…”

Well, this might be best…at least Bruno was an unknown quantity…in terms of how long he could last before being finished off. I was even more relieved after a few minutes of trial and effort before successfully plunging into his very tight hole. He was also the silent type so far, only uttering the word “shit” as his face winced when I finally slid past his sphincter. He just lay there, waiting for me to continue I guessed, so as he lay on his back, I started up my piston-driven machine. Again, he said nothing, but it was clearly visible that he was enjoying it. His dick was rock hard and bobbing up and down with my thrusts. His ass muscles were frantically gripping my every movement. My concentration was challenged by Andy’s intent and silent staring.

I was still just winding up without the remotest need to break my strides when I felt Bruno’s body tense up, followed by an “ugggh” and the lurching of his rod, and followed by his blasting away hands-free cumshot after cumshot across his hairy chest. The first couple volleys hit him in the chin and the neck, then successive spurts landed in his upper chest hair, gradually zeroing in on his quivering belly and flooding his navel.

“Shit Bruno,” Andy broke his stillness, “I’ve never seen you cum like that; and so much.”

Bruno let me know that the party was over, and promptly pulled himself away from my invading tool. “Glad I could be of service,” I quipped, “next…” I moved away and rolled over on my back next to him.

This was my signal it was Andy’s turn to ride…yeah he was a bottom all right, but he liked to ride on top for most of the time…unless he was finally satisfied to the point of getting close, then he’d want to roll on his side and watch me as I continued to pound his ass from right angles, before he’d finally grab his dick and give it a few strokes before blowing his load. Then he’d urge me to shift into high gear until I was ready to shoot, then have me pull out and blast my load on his chest while he watched, before pulling me down on top of him…letting our semen squish between us…oozing out the sides of our bodies while our tongues engaged in feverish combat.

If I wasn’t in the mood for a long, drawn out fuck session, while he was initially riding on top of me, I’d do more than just play with his rod, I’d jack him past his point of no return, ignoring his pleas, and he’d blast over my check…sometimes hitting me in the face. He’d get sort of mad…but he would pull off me, spin around and make sure he caught my spunk in the normal manner.

Since I’d barely got my motor past third gear, I’d decided I’d ride him out for the duration (I hoped). I was now pretty confident that I’d be able to go the distance…sort of like a race horse running the mile and a quarter! Andy was on top of me getting “settled” if you know what I mean. Nothing had changed, he was slow to allow me past his ass ring, but once past and fully parked, some thirty seconds later he was a cock-crazed lunatic. Depending on my mood, I could just lay there and have him do all the work if I so desired. However, tonight I was going to give it my all.

At this juncture, I was damn sure that I’d outclass anything that Bruno was probably doin’ back home, so I was fully concentrating on giving Andy everything he wanted and more if he could stand it. An evil thought came across me—I could finish him off and then force him to continue riding me… But I ruled this out, as Bruno’s voyeuristic show would be over all too soon. Who knew—maybe he was even timing us. Well, I’d give ‘em both their money’s worth. If Andy was going to put out…I was takin’ it all—full on. I was enjoying the entire process—thrilling to every familiar nuance Andy employed. He had a marvelous knack of pulling me in…alternating his suction with his rectal muscles. I sort of lost track of the time, but we went at it this way for a good long while…that is until Andy developed one of his infamous leg cramps. Then he’d beg for a change in position.

He surprised me a bit when he pulled off me. He crawled forward on his knees, then straddled Bruno, allowing Bruno to see him face-to-face as I plowed his ass doggie-style. The routine now would be to go at it this way for say 10-15 minutes or so, before he’d tire and lay on his stomach with me still pushing his back door. Sure enough, predictably Andy leaned forward and collapsed on top of Bruno with an audible plopping sound as Bruno’s cum-drenched chest met Andy’s. It sounded like water-logged tennis shoes as I continued to flail away at Andy’s hole.

Okay, I ain’t gettin’ any younger either…eventually my knees and lower legs were tiring and I was in the midst of deciding just when to change positions when Andy let out his customary yell and tensed up his body. When this happens his little ass gets so tight I have to concentrate on my fucking in order to stay inside him. Apparently the slickness of their sweat and cum-smeared bodies had produced just too much friction for Andy to handle, and seconds later he blew his load between them. I felt a warm streaming of cum oozing out of Andy’s right flank.

I knew the drill, so I quickly picked up my thrusting, giving him a good 8 to 10 hard fucks before Andy pulled off Bruno and pushed my dick out of his ass before laying next to Bruno on his back, awaiting my climax. He didn’t have to wait long…just looking at both of them there pushed me over the edge. I let Andy have it but good. Three shots to his face and upper chest, (during this time Bruno sort of leaned into it and got some too) before trailing down his chest and depositing the last of it on his spent cock.

True to form, Andy pulled me to him, pressing me onto his cum-filled sweaty-smooth body. It was sort of like squishing against a heavily oiled-up wrestler. I felt lots of cum and sweat being forced out from between us…drizzling down Andy’s sides. Then I felt Bruno’s hand pulling me off-center so I was now resting on my left side. He then curled around behind me pressing his sticky body against my backside. Andy followed me, still violently tonguing me, even nipping my lips a bit…something he rarely did.

We were an absolute delirious mess. I felt Bruno’s cock behind me…it was rock hard and he was sliding it between my ass cheeks. He was either dripping pre-cum or for sure it was covered in their cum mixture at the very least. He slid up to my back door, something I was hoping would NOT happen. Having just been spent, I was in no mood for anything of the sort…actually I rarely was at any time. He made no further effort to push the issue, just being content to slide back and forth a few times…before flooding the crack in my cheeks with another load of cum. There wasn’t much room for his load to go; I felt it oozing between my cheeks and pooling at the base of my left cheek on the sheets.

We lay there for several minutes, bathed in cum and sweat, feeling it shift between us as we caught our breath or made perceptible movement. No one was in a hurry to extricate himself from this man-to-man-to-man cream filled sandwich, and I vowed I was not going to make the first move. I really don’t know just how long we lingered there, but finally Andy got another leg cramp and bounded out of bed. This left me a clear view of the wing chair which had been piled with the sofa cushions.

There atop the lot were the cats…all three of them. Guess we put on quite a show. Sure glad they’re all neutered. God only knows what was going through those guy’s minds.

I spoke to Andy as we got up and pulled the sheets off the sofa-bed. “Might as well put these in the washer now; we’ll just chuck ‘em in and we can get cleaned up and sleep in my bed if you wish.”

“Why bother getting cleaned up?” Bruno interjected. “I like to stay this way…smell like we’ve been fuckin’.”

“Well, guess you can suit yourself, I’ve got to wash my sheets tomorrow anyway. Andy?”

“Fine with me, half the time you didn’t want to clean up anyway,” Andy chided me.

We chucked the sheets in the washer, folded up the sofa bed and headed to my bedroom before piling in bed. The heat from our bodies generated more sweat, which in turn kept the remaining cum from drying completely. I don’t think any of us got too much sleep, but it sure was fun tossing around. Somewhere towards morning I settled in around Andy and contentedly dropped off.

In the morning we took care of business at hand… Hey the sheets were already a mess anyway. I fingered Andy’s ass until he begged me to plow him from the side. As I did so, Bruno watched intently for a while, then grabbed his dick and started jacking…until he sat up and sprayed us both. This sent Andy off, and I followed suit.

As we pulled off the sheets and set about cleaning up I said, “Well I sure hope you both got it all out of your systems last night. Altomar’s going to be here tonight.” A wave of disappointment swept through me…damn poor timing. Seeing Andy and the strange bonus of Bruno…was or had been amazing…and I didn’t feel guilty about it. I could definitely be enticed for a repeat performance tonight, if it weren’t for Altomar.

We showered, made breakfast, and Bruno and Andy headed off to meet the rest of the wedding party and some sort of rehearsal I guess. I straightened up the house, but didn’t have time to make up the beds before heading off to the airport to fetch Altomar. There’d be time to finish up later.

To be continued…