threesome – Grindr Fantasies

Training Ty

I’m in my hotel room in Toronto and this guy Tyrone texts me. We’ve been chatting for years, and I don’t even know what he looks like. I taught him all my secrets about how to get guys. We both love to suck and I like to tell him my stories.

“HOT! I’d love to watch you go at it,” he texts. “Do you think I’d be able to find cock if I just came over there for 1hr or so, or that too little time to find someone?”

Sure, why not. 30 minutes later I’m in the lobby of the Novotel hotel sitting on their leather couches and watching the door. I don’t know much about my pen pal. He’s black, I think? I see a short, fat black guy come in, but he has a suitcase and heads straight to the hotel desk.

A moment later, a man walks in and heads straight for me. Damn, he’s hot. He has a neatly shaved facial hair and trim physique. He caries a leather shoulder bag, and auburn shorts cover his bubble butt. He smiles at me and stand to meet him.

“Hi, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” I tell him. Fuck, I really want to suck your dick but I know you’re not into it. “Lets go to my room, where we can talk more openly,” I suggest. We take the elevators, I swipe my keycard and go up to the 4th floor. Once we are safely in my room, we chat like old friends.

“Where’s your profile,” I ask him.

He looks down at his phone, furiously tapping. “Just one moment,” he says. “There.”

“That one?” I point to a blank one down the page.

“Yeah, why’s it so far? I mean, I’m right here.”

“Oh, that’s a common misconception,” I tell him. “It usually only gets a GPS fix when you open the app.” Or in this case, when I opened it earlier as I strolled down the street.

He settles on to my bed, laying on his belly so we can both see his phone as I sit on the chair beside the bed. “What do you think?” he asks as I read his profile.

“You need a picture,” I tell him.

“Like, would nature work?”

“That is better than blank. But any picture of you will work better.” I tell him about some raciest profile pictures I’ve seen, where you zoom in and it turns out to be an elbow.

We spend a few minutes on our phones, trying to lure someone over. It’s 7pm and it’s tough. The best times are 3pm and 5pm, as people get off work, then late at night as service workers end their shifts.

“I found one,” he says. “What do you think of him?” He points to a dick on his phone. The owner is middle aged and is just leaving his office.

“Go for it,” I say.

“He’s on his way. It’s a shame the elevators need a card though.”

“You can take my card and go get him,” I tell him. “I had a bad experience once when I left someone in my room.”

“I know. That story gave me chills when I read it.”

I had privately shared that story with only a couple people. It’s far too disturbing to publish. In the story, the guy took pictures of the ID in my wallet when I left the room for a moment, then got more and more aggressive and wouldn’t leave. It still gives me stress to even think about it. It happened two years ago and I haven’t written a single story since then.

Tyrone leaves, taking his bags with him, and I settle into my chair. This is crazy, letting two strangers into my room. But the thrill is real. I live for the excitement, right? That’s what I kept telling myself when he was drunkenly insulting me, unable to cum, forcing me to go on even when my lips were bleeding—

The door opens and they’re there. “Welcome to my room,” I say brightly, getting up.

The newcomer is older, with salt and pepper hair, and dressed business casual. “So you’re the host, and he’s the visitor, right? Do you mind if I shower quickly?”

“Be my guest.” We wait as he showers. When he steps out, he is in his boxers. He seems to take command of the situation, puts his hands on his hips and looks at Ty. “Why don’t you get naked,” he says.

I’ve forgotten my manners. We both strip down, and Ty kneels in front of him.

“Are you good?” the man asks.

“I think so,” Ty says. “He’s the more experienced one.”

“I’m actually teaching him everything I know,” I say.

“Oh,” says the man. “Then you can both share.”

Ty kneels and wraps his plump lips around the man’s cock, moving his torso to pump it in and out.

Suddenly the man plants his hands around Ty’s head and starts to fuck his mouth. He turns to me. “What do you think of his technique so far?”

“Well, to be honest, you’re making it easy.”

“Oh?”

“With your hands on his head, you’re giving him information about the rhythm you want.”

The man chuckles. “So, if I just stood here with my hands behind my back, it would be more challenging?”

“Yeah, not that you should do that …”

“Let’s see what skills you’ve got,” the man says. He grabs my head and fucks my mouth. “Tyrone, look at how he takes it. See, he’s breathing through his nose.”

I have to admit it is kind of effortless. I also automatically pivot my forehead against his belly, so I don’t have to move my whole torso back and forth. After a minute he grabs my head and pulls me off, then points his dick at Ty again.

Ty takes over, letting the man fuck his mouth. I can see he’s tearing up, the way I used to. “Try sticking your tongue out,” I tell him. “It flattens it, lets you go in further.”

He pulls off. “What do you mean, can you show me?”

I show him my flattened tongue against my lower lips, then let the man plunge his dick deep down in my throat again. I can feel my nostrils flare as I’m forced to breath through them.

“Yeah, he knows what’s hes doing. Good boy,” the man says. “Now you try it.”

I see him stick out his tongue, and the man face fucks him deeply. He gags, leaving strands of white mucous, but he’s able to take it down farther than before.

“Who gets my load?” the man says.

“You can take it, if you want,” I offer, being gracious.

Ty shakes his head. “We can just keep alternating, and whoever gets it, gets it.”

I nod, and take my place, getting mouth fucked. The man decides how long, and he takes it out and Ty takes over. After a moment, he takes it out again, and we both lick the sides. “Keep going, and you guys can share my load,” he says.

I see Ty licking the sides and I do too, trying to keep up, fluttering my tongue up and down my side of its length. The man gasps, and we can both hear our progress as he verbally tells us as he gets closer and closer. He braces himself, leans back a little, and with a loud grunt I feel the first shot land on my cheek. The man grabs his dick and puts the tip into Ty’s mouth and he licks it, only to have it immediately pulled out and placed into mine. I taste the shot, delicious and copious, and then he yanks it out and puts it between us so we can both lick up the shots as they dribble from his tip.

“Oh man, thanks.” the man says, as he gets dressed. “You’re definitely experienced,” he says to Ty. “You both are. You know, I haven’t been with two guys at once since college, so I was a little nervous to come, but that was amazing.”

“That was amazing,” I say after he leaves.

“So what are your plans?” Ty grins. “I don’t want to be like that guy you wrote and stay too long …”

“No not at all!” But unfortunately I had an event to go to, and the fantasy had to end.

For today at least.

Lust in Translation

It’s 8:30 in the evening and we’re standing on the street corner in Chengdu. All around us, scooters whiz past, weaving in and out of the traffic. My heart is racing. Normally I feel excited about a hookup. This time is different. Suddenly, I turn and grab Alex’s shoulder.

“Alex, I–” I don’t know what to say. “You’re my best friend and I–I don’t want to drag you into this…”

Alex stops and looks at me. He smiles. “Pete, don’t worry about it. You came all this way to see me, and I want to make sure you have a good time. I mean it. I want to do this.”

The white car pulls up to the curb. I hold his arm and don’t move. “I know. It feels like it’s OK now. But … this might be the start. It can drag you down. After this, you can’t do more. Promise me! If anything were to happen with you and Amber–”

For an instant, fear crosses his eyes. “She can never know about this.”

The driver rolls down the window and glares at us. I take a deep breath and open the back door and we get in. The driver holds his phone screen up to me, showing me a number.

“Dui,” I say, confirming it’s the right car. He floors it and the car accelerates into the traffic, whizzing through the streets of one of China’s largest cities. Chengdu is also the undisputed gayest city in the country. Despite this, I haven’t had much luck. Back in Beijing, where my flight landed, people were interested in me and I had no problem arranging a meetup or two. Everyone wanted to know my length. Here, there are ten times the number of people on the grid, but they are are jaded and either don’t respond, or just text back a ridiculous dollar amount.

The taxi pulls up to an apartment mega-complex. The vast walls around it have a single gate – a turnstile with imposing, impassible bars. You can only get in by getting your face scanned by a touchscreen.

“Are you ready for this?” I ask Alex as I open the Blued chat. We both gaze at the hot photo of the man, Laurence. He was eager for the excuse to use his English name. He smiles in the picture, but we’re only looking at his perfectly defined abs.

“He is so hot! Like a movie star,” Alex says, almost drooling.

“Dao-le,” I text. Here. “Yeah, I was so surprised he said we could come. It’s almost too good to be true.”

We wait. People are constantly coming in and out of the gate, but it is impossible to tailgate. You’d get crushed by the turnstile.

“That’s him,” Alex says.

Laurence comes out and offers his hand. I shake it as Alex and him exchange pleasantries that I don’t yet understand. He motions for us to enter. He uses his face to open the gate for each of us in turn before following after us.

We take the elevator up. I recognize that he’s asking Alex if I can speak Mandarin. “Yi dian’er,” I respond. A little.

We get to his door, but in the apartment hallway just outside his door there is a shelf of many pairs of slippers and shoes. He carefully puts on a pair of slippers and then motions for us to put our shoes into the cupboard. He goes in, then comes out with two brand-new pairs of slippers, still in the wrappers. We both tear off the wrappers and slip them on.

His apartment is beautiful, with white floors, white walls, and a bamboo trim. A white velvet couch faces a giant TV.

Laurence suggests that we shower. I tell him, through Alex, that we’ve already showered. He seems fine with this, but ushers us into the bathroom and hands me a paper-wrapped object. Chopsticks? I tear it open and find a fresh toothbrush. Its handle is made from bamboo. I nod to him, then carefully wash my hands and brush my teeth. Back in the living room, Alex asks him a few questions.

He offers us a drink. I don’t want to impose, but I say yes to some water. It’s been a hot day. Laurence fetches it, handing the bottle to me wrapped in a napkin, and then settles on the couch between us. He grabs his phone and finds a movie to cast onto the big TV. I don’t even remember which one it is, because my eyes are on him. He seems nervous because he avoids looking at either of us, instead staring straight at the TV. Slowly I inch my hand over his legs and towards his dick.

“Beat you to it.” Alex laughs. His hands are already in the guy’s pants. I see that Laurence’s dick is rock hard, already peeking out of his waistband.

I continue to fondle his leg as I slide my hand up through the bottom of his shorts.

“Oh my god, look at those abs,” Alex says in English. He’s running his hands up into our host’s shirt.

Laurence laughs nervously and says something to Alex, and Alex responds in Chinese.

I notice Alex working Laurence’s cock head, and it is already wet with pre-cum. “Careful,” I tell him. “I think this guy will be a quick one.”

Alex chuckles. “He can always go again.”

“No.” I push his hands away. “Most people are one shot. You have to go around it. And go very slow.”

Our host looks down at his own dick in embarrassment. He turns to Alex and says something. Alex shakes his head.

“He wanted to shower, but I told him he doesn’t have to, and you’re actually turned on more if he doesn’t.”

How well my friends know me!

While Alex rubs Laurence’s nipples, I reach over and yank his shorts down to his knees.

“Ying gai zai na’er tian ni?” I ask. Where would you like me to lick you? Laurence just grins nervously as I move my face down to his balls. I get on the floor in front of him before he speaks again.

“He suggested we move to the bed,” Alex says.

I nod enthusiastically and we move over to the bedroom. Once we’re inside, Laurence turns off the lights. Alex seems to argue with him.

“I told him we want to see him.”

“The customer is always right,” I tell him as I rip off my shirt and shorts and get into bed with them. Alex relays the information.

“With quick ones,” I tell Alex, “You have to go around it very carefully.” I lower my face to the guy’s crotch and very slowly lick his nuts. They are smooth and clean, as if he had freshly showered. Laurence squirms. He emits a short gasp with every stroke of my tongue. Encouraged, I settle down on my belly between his legs, grab both his thighs and press my face in between his firm ass cheeks.

He lifts his ass up, allowing me to press forward, forcing my tongue into his clean hole. His skin feels like silk against my cheeks. I hear him continue to moan as Alex strokes his cock. When I look up, Alex has his face against his chest, working his nipples. I work my way up his body, lingering too long on his abs. I caress them, and it feels like soft velvet sliding over a rippled steel surface. Soon I am hovering over his nipple.

“Do you like it hard or gentle?” I ask in English. Simple enough words.

“Hard!” he answers, between gasps. I find his nipple with my teeth and bite down, squeezing it and rubbing with my tongue. He moans loudly and bucks his hips up against my waist.

It’s time to end the torture. I go down and slurp the tip of his cockhead into my mouth. It is firm and soft all at once, and very slippery. Like licking a dolphin. All at once, I plunge my face down on it. Laurence gasps, seemingly in pain, but still he bucks his hips and enters my throat and begins to thrust himself upwards, jack-rabbit style, before stopping himself.

I slide off and carefully grab his dick with my hand. “In China, you are very big.” I tell him. He understands and smiles. I feel his hand on my head, pushing me down to his dick again.

I slurp it in, and I can taste his pre-cum oozing out. It is delicious and salty. I take it all into my mouth and just rest there, moving only my tongue in a swirl around it. I can hear him gasping as Alex works on his nipples.

“Wo hui she, wo hui she,” he says. “Shou, shou.”

Alex looks up. “He says he’s close. Use your hands.”

I grab his dick in my palms and stroke it. His moans get so loud the neighbours must hear us.

“He says go faster,” Alex says.

I do, stroking it furiously as he bucks his body up against me. Alex firmly presses on his chest to keep him down, leaving him to writhe on the bed.

“Pete, he’s ready!” Alex suddenly exclaims just as I feel the guys hands on my head again. The exact moment I place my mouth over his dick, I feel the first shot blast against my lips. I quickly engulf his penis with my mouth. I plunge deep down, and feel him pulse as he writhes again. Alex is holding him down with all of his strength now, and I can feel him shooting his load into my mouth. It tastes delicious. I remain there, motionless, as pulses subside. After a moment, he squirms again and starts to giggle.

“He says it gets ticklish.”

I laugh, then slide my feet onto the floor and get up. Suddenly Laurence looks at me with wide eyes. Did I do something wrong? After I put on my shorts I finally realize what it is and sheepishly slide my feet into the slippers he bought us.

As I get dressed, Alex converses with him a little. It turns out that despite there being so many guys in Chengdu, he’s never had a boyfriend.

As we are leaving the apartment complex, Alex has a big grin on his face. He has a skip in his step and I can barely keep up. He hasn’t had this kind of fun in a long time. “He’s gorgeous! How could he not have a boyfriend?”

I grin. “Isn’t it obvious? After the first date, they probably forget to wear the slippers.”

A Morning with Two Tops

My old buddy, Jay, is single again, I think. He’s been appearing on the Grindr grid a lot recently. Two years ago, I visited his apartment often. He has a beautiful cock and knows how to use it, mercilessly holding down my face and fucking deeply every time. When I see in his profile that he wants a bj, its with some excitement that I message him.

“Sorry just jerked off,” comes the reply.

Ah well. But someone else has texts me. A kinky guy with his own apartment. I’d seen him last Friday. In his bathroom, I had demonstrated my trick of downing his golden shower straight from the tap.

“Hey man, would you be interested to blow me and a buddy this morning?”

YES.

“OK, we will hop in the shower – should be ready in 10-15 minutes.”

A few minutes later I’m at the apartment building. His room door is cracked open, so I open without knocking. My kinky host wears nothing but a towel. The young professional is in his late 20s and his eyes are full of excitement as I drop my coat on the floor. He leads me through the kitchen of the studio apartment.

“After the shower we got cold, so we got started already.”

“Long time no see.” My jaw drops. My brown friend Jay, who claimed he had “just jerked off” sheepishly peeks out at me from under the blanket. The coincidences are too strange. The two men didn’t know it, but they had both indulged my piss fantasies. But today we were doing something different.

Mark, our host, is obviously unaware of our history.

“Why don’t you come up here and suck us both,” he says. Jay flings off the comforter to let him in the bed, and I see two sets of hairy legs pointed at me, one with brown skin and the other white. It’s clear that Mark’s cock bigger. It’s thick too, like a ridiculously sized dildo. Eyes locked on his face, I crawl up to his massive balls and give them a lick. He hands a bottle of poppers to Jay. I gently lick the foreskin around tip of his monster member, and taste his wet sticky precum already. I can’t help slurping it in, feeling the slickness of every last drop on my tongue, just as I when I visited him on Friday.

“You better suck him now.” He pushes my head aside toward the brown dick.

Oh yeah, the poppers must be kicking in, and we have to take advantage of them. I jump right in – I can’t help it – two hands are pushing me down, and I feel his cock bump against my tonsils, bend, and then under the pressure suddenly spring down into my throat. I feel his hands on my head and his but lifts off the bed. Jay gleefully shoves his cockhead all the way in, even as I struggle to breath. I remember this! I know what he wants – he has to fuck my throat, hit that one spot that makes him feel good. I reach around and squeeze his tight butt cheek, so small it fits in my hand, and help him thrust up into my face.

I can’t lift my eyes to look, but I can hear the muffled moans as two tops are are kissing passionately.

“No no, be rough with him. Not me!” Mark says.

“Sorry,” Jay says, and grabs my head in both hands, and while fucking it, bends me sideways, planting my ear on Mark’s leg. His hard cock rams into my molars, but he doesn’t care. He shoves it until it bends into my throat again. I gag, something I haven’t done in a long time.

I feel like I’ve been neglecting Mark, but I haven’t had a choice.

“What do you say we get him to lie back and face fuck him,” Mark suggests after watching and stroking himself.

“Sure,” sighs Jay, and reluctantly releases me. I gasp, sucking oxygen into my deprived lungs.

They get out of the bed and I lay back, head hanging off the bed, and Mark immediately positions himself over my face. I see his ballsack hanging down and he holds his cock to put it into my facehole.

Our host moans as he uses my mouth to pleasure himself. He goes slowly, letting me take breaths. Upside down between his hairy thighs, I see Jay saunter up, grab his cock, and press it into Mark’s butt. I’m getting the best view.

Immediately Mark’s already thick cock stiffens in my mouth, and he gasps. In moments, he seems ready to burst, but stops himself, and pulls out.

“Your turn,” he gasps, hand around his dick as he steps aside.

“You’re way too gentle,” says Jay. “I know him. He likes it. Here, let me show you.”

I see a pair of hairy brown legs get in front of me. He thrusts his long brown cock through my lips, and pushes in. Once again I feel it bump my tonsils, bend, and then slip into my throat. Lying face up, it goes in much farther this time and immediately I can’t breath again. And then I feel his hand grip the underside of my jaw, roughly holding my head steady as he presses himself in even further. I’m being strangled, but I’m so turned on I don’t care. His balls flatten against my nose. His cock fills my throat and I know if I try to breath I will gag immediately, so I just stare at the underside of his ass.

“You like it like that. Don’t you!” he says, as he starts to thrust in and out.

But it is too deep. Suddenly I panic. I’m drowning. I reach out and shove him. My airways are free, and I want to breath again. Instead, my gut churns and I heave. I’m spun around now, and a puddle of thick clear liquid lies on the hardwood floor under me. I lay there gasping. Someone throws a towel on me, and when I wipe my eyes, I hear the shower running and Mark is getting some paper towels from the kitchen.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry,” I say. I clean myself off with the towel and awkwardly get up. I feel terrible, like I’ve just dumped my dinner on the floor at a restaurant, and all I can do is helplessly watch as our host cleans. The bathroom is just around the corner, so I go there to escape. Jay is already in the shower, so I hop in beside him, and wash off the sweat and mucous. Even after the embarrassment, I can feel myself getting hard again as I am standing beside Jay’s thin athletic body, and I want desperately to touch him as he scrubs his ass with soap.

When we get out, Mark has cleaned up the mess and is already wearing a white bathrobe. I just want to salvage the threesome. “I think we can keep going,” I say tentatively.

They look at each-other. Then Mark looks down at himself, and slowly slips off the bathrobe. His cock juts out. “I game,” he says grinning, and I can’t help but chuckle.

We all leap into bed again. The bedding is soft against my freshly showered skin. Mark lays there, slowly jerking and Jay is beside him. They turn to each other and kiss. I put my hand on Marks and remove it from his cock as I take over with my mouth. He moans as I slowly work my lips over it from his balls to the tip, and then start to pump my head up and down. I hear him breathing loudly through his nose as his lips are pressed against Jay’s. Suddenly he gives a great moan and his thick member unleashes a geyser of cum up into my mouth. I seal my lips around it as it pulses and I manage to down it all. Only a single white drop escapes and drips down onto his balls. When he is done I lick that up too.

I turn to Jay and he is staring at me, eyes wide as he strokes himself. He is in the midst of an orgasm and three streaks of cum are already leading up to his dark brown nipples.

“Um, you know he swallows, right?” Mark says.

Jay collapses back onto the pillows, “Fuck me! Yeah I guess I forgot.”

“Well now you know for next time.” I say, wiping my lips with my wrist.

Threesome in Shanghai

I’m in Shanghai. My travel partner just left to go play League of Legends at an Internet bar. I finally have the room to myself. He’s my lifeline in this country. I can hardly speak a word of the local language, and nobody here can can speak English. But that’s not a problem if you can Google. In a few minutes later, I’m on Blued, the local app, chatting in one window with Google translate running in the background.

It isn’t until I post a picture of myself that my screen lights up. Here, I’m exotic. Everyone wants to meet with me and show me around. At my age, it feels wonderful to get so many notifications. I can’t even read most of them. Everyone wants me.

One stands out from the rest. A 23 year old. Eventually I work out that he’s actually two guys.

“You are 01?” he asks. A button right in the app translates it to English.

I quickly message my gay friend, who is still busy at the Internet bar. “What’s 01 mean?”

“Where did you hear that? What are you doing?”

“I just want to know.”

“It means bottom/top…”

“Oh thanks,” I tell him. Back to the other screen, I write in primitive Chinese: “I not 0. I not 1. I desire to give you mouth.”

The two guys still want to meet, but they won’t send a picture. I keep asking, but they keep saying the same thing.

“I am good. He is good. Will you meet us?”

“You first give me picture image, then I with you together meet,” I bang out in garbled script.

Finally, he sends one, a grainy picture of himself, eyes glowering at me for the indignity of being made to send a picture. The picture deletes itself after one second.

“OK. Come to my hotel very quick. I will meet you in the lobby.” I write back, copying and pasting from Google. I send a picture of the hotel logo on the ash tray, because without knowing their pronunciation,I’m unable to type the strange characters.

“No want. We come to your level. We are too embarrassed.”

I take a deep breath. They are killers. They are going to handcuff me to the bed and ransack the room, taking my cash and phone. That’s why they want to meet. This is so utterly stupid. My heart is pounding.

“Room 401.” I tell them, and lay back in the bed. I’m gripping my phone so hard, my knuckles are white.

Fuck. I’m addicted to danger. The thrill of it courses through my veins like a drug. I feel high. I jump up, and pace the room. Any moment, my buddy could come back and find us. Not that he’d care. We are the best of friends, but he only likes grizzled hairy bears. I almost want him to come. Maybe it would be safer. What have I gotten myself into?

I hear a light knock on the heavy wooden door. This is it. I check out the viewport, and see them, their distorted visage. The younger one is still glowering.

I open the door, and the two men flow in like a damn burst. The hair of one is slightly greying and he has a small belly. He drops his bag on the desk. I move back, standing by the bed, while they look around and mutter things to each other that I cannot understand.

The other man is much younger. He’s the one from the picture, but this time he is smiling. Unlike his “dad”, the teen’s tan skin is smooth and perfect. He looks into my eyes and, my cock stiffens. They come up to me, still talking to each other. The older man gestures towards the second bed in the room.

“Ni de peng you shenme shi ho hui lai,” he says. I recognize the word for friend, and when. They are asking me when my friend will return, I think.

“He’ll come back soon,” I tell them, speaking slowly and clearly in English. “We should have enough time.”

They look at me blankly. They don’t understand.

I have no idea how to respond. After a moment I grab my phone, start Google translate, and message my response in the Blued app. “My friend will return soon.”

When the teenager reads out his phone, the older man’s face flashes with a worried expression. They start to argue. The boy seems to plead with him and he gives in, finally turning to me with a half smile. “O K.” he says. “It O K”.

They are touching me now, running their hands over my body through my clothes. My eyes are locked on the teen’s body. The older man pulls up my shirt. I raise my arms and let him pull it over my head.

When I reach over to do the same, the teen he obligingly removes his shirt, revealing his thin torso and six pack. He sneers as he sees me drinking him in with my eyes, says something, and they both laugh.

“Wo xiang..” I begin.. speaking badly. I try again, slowly, to get the intonation right. “Wo xiang… gei… ni… kou.” I want to give you mouth.

They laugh again, saying something to me. I can only shake my head. I can’t understand them.

I’ve been ignoring the dad so much I didn’t notice that he had his cock out, and was tugging on it casually with with one hand.

He wraps his other arm around me, and grabs my ass, giving it a solid squeeze, before grabbing hold of my shorts and pulling them down. I help him and I am naked.

He says something and points behind me. There, sprawled on my bed is the teen, his beautiful body on display. I can’t even move. I’m paralysed staring at his body. His skin is a beautiful tan color. Two dark pink nipples sit teasingly on his smooth chest. The sides of his body curved beautifully inwards under his arms, down the sides of his belly and then out slightly at his hips, then down his thighs and legs. His soft ‘innie’ belly button looks tasty as hell. A ‘V’ shape formed nicely down to his smoothly shaved crotch with his rock hard stiffy pointing directly up at his belly. Six inches of hard, pink flesh was pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

I lean down and run my hands on the ridges of the teens rock solid abs. When he holds out his cock at me, I plant my chin against the hotel comforter and run my tongue up against his perineum. I can taste the sweat of the day, despite his shower. It’s 48 degrees outside, after all. I mouth the skin of his soft balls, and slowly make my way up his throbbing penis, already wet with precum before I let it slide through my lips.

He utters a low sound of appreciation as I engulf his penis and let his flavour ooze out over my tongue. Soon I am sucking it like a lollipop.

I feel strong hands caressing my back, making their way lower down my body. The older man bends down over me, and grips my own penis in his rough calloused hands, and starts stroking. This spurs me on, and I begin to bob my head quickly.

Now the teen’s hands fly to my head. I stop my movements and let him fuck, his ass grinding against the bed as he thrusts up into my face. In a moment, his dick pulses and I feel his load spurting out against the back of my throat. I try to help, but he is sensitive. He pulls it out and away from me, swings over and sits on the edge of the bed. I don’t want to stop touching him. I run my palm against his back, just to prove that he is real and this isn’t a dream.

His dad interrupts me, saying something incomprehensible. When I look up questioningly, he sidles up to me. With one hand on his cock, and the other pushes against my shoulder powerfully, forcing me to bend lower. I slide off the bed and onto my knees, and swallow, still feeling the thick gob of the boy’s spunk in my throat.

The man moves closer to me, slaps his four inch cock against my cheek. As he drags it across my face it leaves a slick trail of precum. When he rams it against my lips I’m forced to open up. He rests both hands on his hips, and thrusts forward, and I taste his cock.

I feel a warmth behind me, and soft hands closing around my body. The teen is kneeling behind me, and one arm reaches around my chest, and presses against my nipple, before pinching it. The hotel’s air conditioner can scarcely deal with the extreme heat outside, and I can feel the slickness of the boy’s body behind me. I’m trapped on my knees between the twin beds on either side of me and the man in front of me. I’m being embraced – no, held in place – by the boy behind me

The younger man grips my nipple, squeezing and twisting, and at the same time, I feel him grab my dick and start stroking it. I moan my appreciation, just as his dad grips my shoulders for leverage. He takes advantage of my open mouth and begins to thrust his cock into it.

He’s really determined to cum fast and hard. I can’t move. I’m being used, and I love it. With my mouth filled with cock, the boy’s hands quickly coax out my load, which drips onto the carpet.

It isn’t long before I hear the older one shout, “Wo YAO she le”. I ponder what that means, but then I taste the first drops of cum as they spurt from his cock. His body shakes, and he bends forward, almost pulling out as larger globs of sticky cum shot fill my mouth. I try to swallow all of it. It is bitter compared to the boy’s. He grunts, gripping the base of his cock, shaking it off, smirking down at me in satisfaction.

“Xie xie” I tell them. Thanks. But they clearly don’t want to stick around. They hurriedly get dressed again, before leaving as quickly as they came.

It is only later, when companion gets back that I realise that they’ve left their juice bottles on the desk beside our bags.

“You didn’t get any for me?” my friend asks. “What have you been doing, anyway?”

“Not much,” I reply, quickly using my foot to mop up the puddle of cum between our two beds. “Just planning some sights for us to see tomorrow.”

“Oh really. I thought for sure you’d be out having sex or something. That’s why I left you alone for so long!”

Threesome at the Hotel

I’m waiting in the tiny lobby of the Pantages hotel in downtown Toronto. Unlike the Sheraton, the elevators here require a keycard to work, so this makes arranging a threesome a little more interesting. I wonder who will arrive first?

A young guy, Eric, messaged me in University Town yesterday morning. When I told him I’d actually be in Toronto for the week, he enthusiastically told me that’s where he was from. I had already made plans for the first night of my trip, but they quickly changed to a threesome.

At 6 pm, I see him walk in the door and I make eye contact. The 20 year old had warned me twice that he was stocky. When I reassured him that it was cool, he sent a terribly lit bathroom photo with love handles spilling over his tight underwear. Fine! I was prepared for anything. It’s hard enough to get three people to agree to meet over Grindr, so you can’t be choosy.

In person, though, he looked like a different guy. He is strong and trim. With some confidence, and a new photo, he could do well.

“Hey,” he says, shaking hands with me before he sits down on the chair facing me.

“Sorry we couldn’t meet earlier,” I told him, “I went out to dinner with a friend.” During dinner, he had messaged me, pleading to meet earlier, but since I was out, I had to tell him no.

“It’s OK,” he says, looking slightly pained as leans back in the chair, and presses his hand against his bladder.

“We just have to wait for Jack now… Actually, I think that’s him.” It has been 13 months since I’d seen Jack’s face, but I instantly knew him. Last July, I was over at his apartment for my first threesome. After his wedding, however, he had given up playing around. Still, he sometimes pops up on Grindr, and quickly agreed to meet in Toronto. The threesome was his idea. Jack is incredibly fit. His dark shirt covers his perfect V-shaped frame.

Back in my room, the air is musty and hot. I only had time to throw my bag down when I arrived this afternoon. Jack tracks down the thermostat and turns it on for us.

“I think Eric has something he’d like to do first… desperately.” I say, winking.

“Yes,” he exclaims. We quickly get out of our clothes on the way to the bathroom, except Eric keeps his shirt on. He stands in front of the shower, holding his cock.

I’m on my knees, and Jack stands in the doorway, watching with curiousity. But with Jack nude now, we are both transfixed by his perfectly toned body. Apparently, volleyball can do wonders for your physique.

“I might have to go too,” he says.

“Hmmm… Shall we make Eric wait?” I say, and here our young friend gasp.

“Nah, that’s too cruel. Go ahead”

I turn to face Eric, and very slowly move toward his flaccid penis. He pulls back the foreskin a little. I wrap my mouth around it, and he lets out a sigh as he relaxes. Too quickly, the flood is unleashed. I can’t swallow fast enough, and some spills out and down my chin as I close my mouth. Last night, Eric had bragged that he would have about one litre for me. As I gulp down each mouthful, I feel my belly quickly filling, and I wonder if I’m going to have to stop. But I can’t stop because then I’d be drenched. Instead I have to keep gulping it down as quickly as he can piss it out. When he is finally done, I suck the last few drops straight out of his dick.

I turn to Jack who’s been watching with curiosity.

“Well now it’s too late. I’m hard,” he says.

We laugh and stare at his dick, sticking straight out at me. I can’t resist and plunge my mouth over it. He gasps and holds my head as I start to blow him. I’m in candyland; on my knees in front of two dicks.

“Shall we move to the bed?” Eric asks when I finally let go to breathe.

The two men lie back on my fresh white hotel sheets. I reach under Jack’s thighs, pull myself up to him and go down on balls and cock. He gasps as I take him into my throat.

“Wow you’re good at deep throat now,” he exclaims appreciatively.

I’m excited by the praise and suck on him with more gusto. But I remember all those months ago he came very quickly, and by the way he is bucking his hips up, history might repeat, so I have to back off.

You taught me how,” I tell him. “By force, as I recall!”

I will never let him forget that.

Eric has been watching patiently. I look into his eyes and start to work on him again. His cock is slippery with precum. He moans appreciatively, and I feel the underside of his dick hardening.

I’m kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, and I feel Jack grabs my cock and starts to jerk it. Then I feel the hotness of his body behind me, and something warm and hard pressing against my butt crack. Jack is lightly humping my butt now, It feels so arousing. I have never let anyone inside, but just the feeling of him sliding further between my cheeks as he pleasures himself, while I suck on Eric’s penis, makes me feel like a whore. It is awesome.

Eric is enjoying my enthusiasm too. He starts to thrust up into my face, moaning.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum,” he gasps. Then he holds his breath and plants his large hands on the back of my head, holding me in place, while he takes over the thrusting. I am so turned on I am high. I can’t wait to taste his load. He thrusts faster now, still holding his breath.

Finally, he gives a sexy grunt of release, and jabs himself against my throat, holding me there. I feel his cum forcing its way out and down my throat. Immediately I know there is going to be a lot of it. I feel like I’m about to choke, but thankfully he relaxes his grip on me and I’m able to back away slightly. With each pulse he squirts out a wave of cum and it fills my mouth. As the pulses die down, I suck him as long as I can, until he starts to soften, and then carefully pull back. I taste the huge wad of his jizz in my mouth, roll it around my tongue, and then swallow.

Eric sighs and collapses into the bed, spent.

I turn to Jack, and he is already laying beside Eric. He presses his cock out toward me. A clear drop of precum sits on his slit. I lap it up, and then start to suck on him, moving my lips back and forth over his sensitive head with reckless abandon.

“Oh yes!” gasps Jack and when I look up I see that Eric’s mouth is clamped over Jack’s nipple, and he’s running his hands over Jack’s perfect abs.

Jack moans as he experiences the pleasures of two mouths on him at once. His legs, which are hanging off the side of the bed, shoot up. A few seconds later, his cock pulses and the taste of sperm again floods my mouth.

As I suck him clean, I think that I really have to get more guys next time.

Jack reaches for my cock, so I get up onto the bed. Unfortunately, hand jobs rarely work for me, so I lay down with them and take over. As I stroke, their hands are everywhere, playing with my nipples, and my balls. A moment later, I lift my ass off the bed and shoot into the air. I feel some land on my face and chest, and more on my abdomen. I keep going.

“Wow, that is really a lot,” remarks Jack.

“It is indeed,” agrees Eric.

I look down at the puddle and grin proudly.

That was the first night.