Hey, I’ve been lurking around for quite a while, but this is my first time posting. This story is true in every detail (except names).
I’m here to tell you about my evening a couple of nights ago. It was the kinkiest, hottest, most intense sex I’ve ever had, and I thought some people might like to hear about it. It’s a bit lengthy, so bear with me. I think you’ll appreciate the whole thing more if you know a few details.
By the way, I'm a pretty decent writer, and I tried to use some of those skills to convey what this experience meant to me. I use language that is a bit more descriptive than what your run-of-the-mill sex story might use. I hope it helps keep it all more interesting.
I’m 24, just finishing up college. I’m fairly handsome, though by no means a 10. I try to keep in shape with a little weight lifting and jogging, so my body’s alright. I’ve got a boyfriend named Paul, and we live together. He’s 22, tall, trim, but muscular enough that it shows even on his lengthy frame. His eyes are the best part about him, dark and mysterious. We’ve been together for a couple of years, but our relationship is expressly non-exclusive.
Paul’s a voracious bottom. He can park a tank up his cute little ass. We’ve got a bisexual friend named Mike, who is 23. Mike’s a rich kid, and he looks the part. He’s also an avid athlete who plays just about any sport you throw at him moderately well. He’s got a light complexion and is built about like a lightweight football player. He’s a lot of fun to be around, with a life-loving attitude, and that’s why we hang out.
Paul and I, by the way, are 100% gay (and out), though most people wouldn’t know it unless we told them. Mike knew we were both attracted to him, but made a perverse little game out of it, teasing and flirting a bit whenever he came over, which is pretty regularly.
So we invited Mike over Wednesday night for some guy time, expecting some laughs and good times. Mike shows up a few minutes late to everything, and this night wasn’t an exception. The doorbell rang and there he was in a T-shirt one size too small for his ripped body, tease as ever. But behind him was this kid.
Mike introduced us all. The kid’s name is Jeffrey. We got to talking and learned that he is just starting his senior year in high school and just turned eighteen about two weeks ago.
Now, I have to tell you about Jeffrey. This kid is hot. He’s got a compact runner’s body, and you don’t have to look under his shirt to see that he doesn’t have an ounce of fat on him. He’s baby-faced, looks like he’s 16 (in fact, we made him show us his driver’s license :-) ), and has piercing blue eyes and tousled blond hair. But he’s old enough that his muscles are well on their way in their development into a man’s muscles. A complete charmer.
But the best thing about this kid is his personality. Outgoing, bold, a bit outlandish, always has a ready smile and a bubbly laugh. If you happen to have a thing for cute twinks, then you’d be in love with Jeffrey on sight.
I happen to have a thing for cute twinks. The whole time we were talking, my eyes kept finding their way back to him. He caught me several times, but I just couldn’t stop.
Now, something about Mike is that he doesn’t beat around the bush. About this time, he told us that Jeffrey and he were neighbors, and that the two of them were in the middle of a bit of a thing, starting with the blowjob that Mike had given Jeffrey as a birthday present, and continuing with Mike taking Jeffrey’s cock up the ass most days since.
I was getting a little, well, excited by now.
Then Mike calmly told Paul and me that Jeffrey was curious about sex with other guys besides himself, so the two of them thought it’d be loads of fun if we could all fuck around tonight, and by the way there was no hurry to leave because Jeffrey’s parents were out of town, so could he and Jeffrey crash here tonight, that way we can all really take our time?
Paul and I just looked at each other dumbfounded, part of us amazed at our good fortune, part of us screaming about the lack of romance and intimacy, damn it! I guess queers can be a little emotionally needy like that sometimes. Then my boyfriend and I busted out laughing. We ribbed Mike about his girlfriend not putting out, and how we were suddenly the last resort for his horniness.
I guess you just had to be there.
Well, you can’t usually just go and have an orgy. These things take a little foresight. For instance, we had exactly two condoms among us. As we talked it over, we finally came to the conclusion that everybody there was either careful enough or inexperienced enough that we could forego condoms this one time.
Now, I can already hear the condom Nazis screaming at me. Yes, it was a dumb decision. No, I don’t plan to do it again. So I don’t want anybody giving me shit about it. Besides, we were by that time rabidly horny. Bareback sex does, in fact, feel quite amazing, and after all we had just bought a whole bulk case of fresh lemon-scented wet wipes. Handy little buggers, those.
So, that decision made, we all just kind of sat there dumbly and waited for someone to take the lead. Finally, Jeffrey stood up, took off his shirt, and sat next to me. When I saw his rippling abs and smooth pecs, I about keeled over. I couldn’t keep my hands off him. We locked lips, and I finally got a taste of the nervousness and inexperience that his boldness and youthful energy were hiding. I took the lead, and felt it my God-bestowed responsibility to take good care of him.
Meanwhile, Paul had shoved Mike up against the wall and was tearing open the front of Mike’s shirt. Paul tends to get a bit aggressive when he’s horny.
You can imagine most of what came next. Within minutes all our clothes were scattered around the room. The normal foreplay ensued. The three of us have pretty average cocks, around 6”; Jeffrey’s cock isn’t a lot longer, maybe 7”, but on his compact frame it looks incredible.
So I ignored it for about ten minutes while I explored every inch of the kid’s body with my fingers and tongue. Meanwhile, Mike had his hands on the back of Paul’s head and was administering full thrusts with his pelvis. Sometimes he was even nice enough to let Paul take a breath.
By this time, Jeffrey was so turned on by the teasing that he literally moaned when I put the head of his beautiful uncut cock in my mouth and slowly slid my lips along the shaft. God, this kid was a work of art, and I worshipped his body. It’s that feeling you get when your sole purpose is the pleasure of another person. I was swimming in it. Somehow, we ended up in a 69 on the couch. I lost track of what the other two were doing, but there was a lot of moaning and fuck yeahs coming from that general direction.
Now, like most self-respecting gay men, I am a bottom by preference. I am the top in Paul’s and my relationship, but I love just laying back and feeling that hard cock slip into my ass. So you can imagine my delight when Jeffrey slid around, lifted my ankles up onto his shoulders, and started wiping saliva over my anus. I glanced over as I heard a guttural grunt, and I saw that Mike had just bent my boyfriend over and rammed his dry cock into Paul’s ass. Apparently, Paul was too turned on to care. Within seconds the pair was rocking to Mike’s steady, muscular rhythm.
I refocused my attention as I felt Jeffrey wedge the head of his cock into my asshole. He looked into my eyes as he slowly slid the shaft in. I was rusty at bottoming and winced. He slowed and waited until I nodded for him to continue. Such consideration in such an inexperienced guy just turned me on even more. I watched the tight muscles of his body ripple as he developed a slow, gentle rhythm, saw his eyes close in pleasure, heard his breathing quicken as the sensations started to wash through him.
Needless to say, it was incredibly erotic, and I have a vivid memory of it.
But the strength of youth can sometimes be a handicap; Jeffrey increased his speed and depth and within minutes was whispering that he was going to cum.
I was too turned on for any good sense. I told him to shoot inside me, and keep fucking me until his cock was too soft to stay in me. He did, and I felt his shaft pulsate inside me his body becoming a work of real art as it tensed and curled in orgasm, his voice coming in gasps and squeaks. His cock became slick as his cum started oozing out around his shaft. I didn’t dare touch my own cock for fear that I’d cum instantly.
As his pace slowed to a gentle crawl, we watched what Paul and Mike were doing. Mike was hammering Paul now, his breath coming in growls and gasps. He announced his pending orgasm, and Mike had him shoot on his face and into his mouth. “Holy shit,” Jeffrey breathed as his semi-hard cock slipped from me.
I asked him if he’d ever tasted another guy’s cum. He shook his head, and Paul moved toward us as Mike sat on the floor, exhausted. Grinning, Paul leaned down and kissed Jeffrey, slipping some of Mike’s cum into the kid’s mouth. As the kiss broke, Jeffrey got a strange look on his face. “It isn’t all that great,” he muttered. I told him it was an acquired taste as I pulled Paul over and licked Mike’s excess semen from his face.
We settled down for a few moments, exchanging odd comments and bad jokes. Suddenly, Paul announced that he wanted more cock up his ass, and mine was the only one available. Before I could protest, he straddled me on the couch and settled down on my erection, setting a comfortable, relaxing rhythm while the other two watched us.
I glanced over at Mike and asked him why he hadn’t messed around with us before. He said it was more fun to watch us squirm. So I told him to straddle my chest and bring one of those lovely lemon-scented wet wipes, and I would make him squirm. I cleaned off his half-hard cock and started sucking it. Paul and my hands battled for space as they roamed over Mike’s hard, muscular body.
By this time, our hot little kid was fully hard He stood on the couch next to Paul and Mike and they shared his cock. We had been going on like this for several minutes when Paul informed Jeffrey that he needed the kid’s cock up his ass. Jeffrey looked confused, so Paul informed him of the joys of double penetration. Finally understanding, Jeffrey positioned himself and started working the head of his cock into Paul’s suddenly restricted back door to the moans and grunts of all of us.
Several moments and a few tries later, Jeffrey’s cock was sliding gratifyingly next to mine in the warm damp of Paul’s ass. God, it was hot, and our voices, mine muffled by Mike’s cock, told the story. Before long, Mike started to get jealous. He stood and quickly took Jeffrey’s place against my cock.
Needing something to do, I asked Jeffrey if Mike had showed him the joys of the rim job. He said he hadn’t, and I told him to bring a wet wipe. I really don’t like that funky smell. I find lemons much more pleasant.
Jeffrey straddled my chest facing Paul. I tore into his asshole with gusto, burying my tongue deep, swirling it around, running it up and down the length of his crack. He managed to make out with Paul between gasps of surprised pleasure.
It was when this became routine that Paul announced that he needed more cock in his ass.
It turns out, he had a plan to accomplish this. He had Jeffrey and Mike lay flat on the floor with their legs in scissor positions, each one’s right leg draped over the other’s left, and he had them slide together until their cocks were right next to each other. He straddled both of them, facing Mike, and settled down on their cocks, taking the time to work them comfortably into position.
Now, his next step wouldn’t have been possible if not for the fact that Jeffrey’s cock hooks downward a little, and Mike’s cock hooks upward a little. He told me to kneel behind him, and he bent down toward Mike. This left me just enough room to wedge my cock in next to the others in a triangle arrangement, though my straight shaft made the task more challenging. It took several minutes to work the head into Paul’s asshole – it was never designed for three cocks, and I was surprised to hear gasps of genuine pain from Paul. He told me to keep going, and I did, finally burying over half of my cock inside him.
Yes, that’s right. We had accomplished a triple penetration, and it was bareback. It was one of the hottest and kinkiest moments of my life. Only one other moment that evening was kinkier. But we’ll get to that.
I was the only one in a position to thrust, so I did, short, shallow thrusts. There wasn’t leverage or room for anything else. Still, the extreme tightness made all of us grunt in satisfaction, while Paul was positively moaning as the pain started to morph into a numb pleasure.
The novelty and hotness of the situation notwithstanding, I could only keep it up for a few minutes – it was a rather uncommon position that I had to maintain. Soon, my dick popped out, and the whole house of cards collapsed in a heap.
“Thanks guys, that was fucking awesome,” breathed my boyfriend to general agreement. We sort of messed around, kissing and licking each other for a few minutes, before Paul decided he wanted to get gangbanged. He set up some ground rules: first, each of us had to fuck him absolutely as hard as we could until we were ready to cum. Then, he wanted us to pull out, clean off our cocks, and let him suck the load from us. I told him he was getting pretty bossy for a bitch boy, and he told me to shut up and stick my cock in him.
I pounded him savagely for ten minutes on his back. Mike and Jeffrey took position on either side of his head and watched the action while he alternated between their rock-hard cocks with his mouth. Jeffrey was next, his young body straining at the effort as he plunged his cock in and out. My cock was in Paul’s mouth, and within seconds my cum was too.
Jeffrey only managed about five minutes. Paul had gone silent except for the slurps as his mouth massaged Mike’s cock and balls. Mine were forgotten; I was just as happy, as they were by now a little the worse for wear. At length, Jeffrey had taken Mike’s place. Once Jeffrey’s semen was safely deposited in Paul’s mouth, Paul ignored both of us and jacked himself off with intensity.
Now, remember that Mike is a fairly accomplished athlete in his own right. He has power and stamina that I can only admire. He blew it all in three minutes. He was pounding so hard and so fast that the motion was nothing but a blur, and the sound of slapping skin drowned out about everything else. It was a marvel to watch. It must have been a marvel to feel, because Paul’s torso began contorting in a massively intense orgasm within moments. On a lark, I bent over and engulfed Paul’s cock head just as he started to shoot. Shot after shot of hot semen pounded the roof of my mouth as Paul’s body shivered.
I watched as Mike scrambled his way toward Paul’s head. There was no time for the wet wipe. He shoved his slick cock straight into Paul’s waiting mouth and roared in what sounded like intense pain, and Paul took his load.
After that intensity subsided, I leaned over Paul’s face and started dripping his load down into his mouth. As he opened wide to take it, I could see why he hadn’t been saying anything. His mouth was full of white froth. The fucker still had our loads in his mouth!
Paul swished his semen into the mixture, then practically attacked the exhausted Mike, shoving him onto his back. Paul locked lips with him, and Mike’s eyes went wide as four loads of cum and a lot of spit flowed into his mouth. Now free to speak, Paul told Mike to swish it around and taste it for a second then give it to somebody else. By now, Jeffrey was well into the kinkiness, and he grinned as Mike turned to him. He lay back, and Mike slowly, slowly dribbled the bubbly, stringy mess into the kid’s waiting mouth.
Jeffrey took his time, swishing the mixture around his tongue and gums for several moments. I had moved next to him, and he turned to me and kissed me, passing to me the flood of four men’s semen and four men’s spit. There was a lot of it by now, and a little dribbled from the corner of my mouth. Jeffrey licked it up, grinning like a kid in a candy store.
I savored this new height of depravity, sliding my tongue through the slick fluid as it coated my teeth and the roof of my mouth. The four-man snowball was complete. Four different sets of testicles had produced the millions of little swimmers thrashing around in my mouth at this moment. They had been stored in four different seminal vesicles; they had been mixed with enzymes and lubricating fluids from four different sets of glands; those highly evolved soups were designed for only one thing: to be squirted into a vagina in order to fertilize an egg. And I had helped to subvert that purpose. Those four batches of fluid would instead be consumed to some measure by each of us, digested and transformed into energy to feed our bodies. There was such a biological rawness to it. God it was erotic.
Collecting my thoughts, I lay full on top of my boyfriend and let him suck the juice from my lips, letting him swallow it with relish as he did so. I love that fucking slut.
Well, that was the kinkiest thing that happened, though it wasn’t the end of the story for me. You’re welcome to keep reading if you want to hear what happened later.
We only fucked for a couple of hours, but Mike and Jeffrey asked if they could stick around and crash anyway. We all took showers. There wasn’t room enough in the shower for all of us, though we did try. Paul suggested we all bury our cock is him again to save space.
Paul and I don’t have any spare beds (though my nasty snoring problem forces us to have separate rooms), so we offered to let them sleep with us. Paul and Mike were a natural match – we all knew Paul was only too eager to get that fuck machine back up his ass.
So that paired Jeffrey and me together. I had no complaints with the arrangement. I still couldn’t take my eyes off this perfect specimen of irresistible twinkdom, and now I wasn’t embarrassed to get caught.
The rest of the evening passed uneventfully, though none of us bothered to get dressed. We talked and joked and laughed until late. We did spend a good hour on full body massages for each other – really just an excuse for three of us to grope and molest the fourth.
Finally, we trundled off to bed. Jeffrey and I crawled on top of the covers and lay side by side. The sexual tension between us was thick. I asked him if he wanted to go to sleep. He said he wasn’t ready for that yet. I asked him what he wanted to do. He rolled on top of me and we started making out.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” I breathed in his ear when the kiss finally broke.
“You’re such a stud,” he replied. “I want you to do something for me. I want you to do it because I feel like I can trust you.”
What can you say to that? I smiled encouragingly. “Mike has wanted to fuck me,” he continued. “I’m kind of scared of letting Mike do it.” He paused. “I want you to be the first guy to fuck me.”
Now, I don’t have to tell you what kind of an honor this was. Needless to say, I was touched. “I’ll do it, Jeffrey. Don’t you worry about a thing.” We kissed again.
I took it slow. I loosened him up for long minutes, kneeling at his gyrating little runner’s ass, first with my tongue, then a finger, then two, then three. His groans became more and more intense as time went on. I massaged his prostate. I pulled his semi-hard penis down and licked it. I sucked on his balls.
Finally, I asked him if he was ready. “Yes,” came the quiet but excited reply. I lay on my back as he straddled me, slowly sinking onto my cock as I took his man-cherry. I watched the tense expression on his face, saw his muscles twitch in hesitiation.
At length, my entire cock was buried in him. We interlaced the fingers of our hands with one another, and he began to bounce, slowly, gingerly, exploring the new sensations that flooded through his body.
It took time, but it was amazing to watch this kid transform before my eyes. I fucked him sideways. I fucked him missionary. I fucked him on his stomach. I fucked him doggystyle. He rode me backwards, forwards, and sideways. I fucked him like a pile driver. I fucked him standing up, his neck craning so his lips could touch mine, my arms clutching his wiry body to mine. I pushed him against the wall and lifted his legs into the air and fucked him. I fucked him softer and harder, always attentive to his moans of pleasure. He came three times in my arms; we shared his semen, its taste wild and reeking of youthful virility.
Finally, I felt my own carefully repressed orgasm approaching. I asked him if I could cum inside him. He gave me permission.
The fire of orgasm flared up in me, more intense than many, and I felt my cum gushing out into his body. It was over, and we lay together, my penis shrinking inside Jeffrey’s young body, basking in our masculinity.
We kept hearing the moans from Paul’s room as we fell asleep in each other’s warmth. Paul was walking a little more gingerly for the next few days.
The next morning, we made pancakes. We took turns being the plate.
I count myself lucky to be able to relate this experience – it seems to me that not many people ever experience something so hot, straight from their fantasies.
Is there anybody else out there who did something that was just as hot for them? Share it with us! Help us keep our faith that fantasies can come true!