Chris(tian), Chris(topher), and Patrick
I do not know his name, yet. He has short dark hair, a slim athletic build, and an incredible face. Even from a distance, his eyes are penetrating. He dresses in jeans and work boots. Sometimes he wears a baseball cap. It makes him look five years younger, which I'm guessing is about 26. He drives a Toyota pickup truck and is blue collar. He and his girlfriend live in the apartment below mine. I stare at him every chance I get. I stare at him when he is under his truck, dressed only in shorts, white socks, and boots, and changing his oil. He is so sexy, more so than most anyone I know. I stare at him through the lobby window when he arrives home just moments after I do. I stare at him just as he is leaving, a few steps ahead of me.
He caught me staring today. Oops. I was about to pull out of my parking spot when I saw him come out the door. So I sit and watch him get into his truck. We made solid eye contact, and I blushed in embarrassment. I nod my head slightly to him, trying to look casual. Well, it was worth it at any rate.
Later that same day, there was a knock at the door. I open the door. He steps inside, closes the door, and backs me into the wall. He is rubbing his crotch.
"You want this?" he asks, somewhat confused. "I've seen you watching me. The only thing I can think of is you want this."
I touch the bulge. He takes my hand as I move it away, placing it back on his crotch. He stiffens. I nod, looking closely at his gorgeous eyes.
"You know I have a girlfriend."
I nod again.
"Why are you watching me?"
"You're very handsome."
We look at each other. He stares hard into my eyes, but I did not flinch. His eyes normally would have drilled a hole through my head, but I have to keep looking at him, now that he is so close. I enjoy staring into his eyes. They are hazel, like mine, and loaded with expression. His face is boyish, but not "pretty-boy." Masculine and so easy to look at.
"At least you're honest. I gotta respect a man who looks me in the eye and doesn't look away. Can I come in?"
"Yeah. Want a beer?"
"Soft drink if you got it."
He goes into the living room while I go to the refrigerator to grab two cans of Coke. He sits on the sofa. I sit in a rocking chair across a couple feet away. We talk small talk for a few minutes about work. He is an engineer and I am a software developer. I am from Maine originally. He's native to Pennsylvania. I grew up on a dairy farm and he grew up in a middle-class family that owned a construction business. He made me horny. I do not know exactly what I did to him.
"Are you queer?" he asked suddenly.
"No, I'm gay."
"There's a difference?"
"Queer is derogatory. Queer means strange. There is very little about me that is overly strange."
"You like guys. Isn't that queer?"
"I like guys. No, there isn't anything queer about a guy liking a guy. What am I supposed to do, hate you because you're a guy?"
"But it goes beyond liking me. It's about wanting to have sex."
"Yeah, but there's still nothing queer about wanting sex. Don't guys like sex?"
"Okay, okay, I get your point. So you're homosexual."
"I've never have sex with another guy. I've never even thought about it. But then I see you watching me. How long have you watch me without me realizing it?"
"I don't know; how long have you seen me watching you?"
"A couple of weeks."
"I guess I've been watching you since the day I knocked on your door and told your girlfriend that you'd left the lights on in your truck."
"That was you?"
"Yeah. I came home after you. It was a rainy day."
"I would have have a dead battery by morning. Thanks, I owe you one."
He continue to look at me, carefully. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-seven in March."
"You don't look it. I thought about 24 or 25. You're in good shape. You work out?"
"Yeah. I've got a Soloflex and a Nordic Track. I work out two hours every day.”
"Can I see `em? I used a Soloflex at a buddy's house once."
"Sure. In the bedroom."
He gave the Soloflex a try. "How much do you weigh?"
"172. I'm eight pounds below my high school weight."
"About the same as me. I'm 26, in case you are wondering. I'm 185 last I weighed in."
"Not a bad guess on the age. I figured 25."
"Your body and face hide your age well. You look great for 27."
"Thanks. Nice to know my workouts aren't for nothing."
I walk us back to the living room. My stereo is on, playing a local radio station. He looks at my movie collection, and at a small pile of books that I have collected. He looks over my CD collection, and at the artwork on the walls.
"You like the sea?"
"Yeah. I grew up in Maine, but I work in Boston and Connecticut after college, and lived on the coast. The sea is magic."
"Your taste in music and artwork is a lot like mine. I have seven of the same movies you do, too. No wonder you watch me. We're a lot the same."
"Can you stay awhile longer?"
"Sorry, my girlfriend will be home in a little while. I need to get some stuff on the grill for dinner. She's got a business trip coming up on Monday. Maybe we can get together then. I'd like to have you down for dinner if you'd like."
"Yeah, I'd like that just fine. My name is Chris."
"No shit. Mine too."
"My full name is Christian.”
“Mine is Christopher.”
“Chris and Chris. You know, you scare me. We don't look all that much different, we have a lot of the same tastes, and you don't seem to really care that I've been watching you."
"Yeah, scary huh? By the way, I've been watching you, too. Did you know that?"
"Nope. You're better at it than I am, I guess. How long?"
"Only a few days, just out of curiosity. Something about you though, but I can't explain it."
I walk him to the door. He leans in close, teasing me. He gives me a smirk, knowing I’m not going to get any. Okay.
"We've got time to explore. See you on Monday."
Monday could not come fast enough. Chris was not home by the time I arrived. I decide to take a shower. Then I change into khakis and a polo shirt. Mr. Preppy. By the time I am done, I smell the grill on the patio below. I go out onto my balcony.
"That you Chris?" said my neighbor.
"Yeah. You okay for company?"
"Come on down. Dinner will be ready in a bit."
I brought a six pack of soft drink. His door is opening just as I arrive.
"Chicken okay by you?"
"Yeah, perfect. Can I help with anything?"
"Nah. All set. Come on out while I turn it over."
We talk outside, continue our conversition inside at the dining room table, and then on the sofa. I sit down on the end; he chose the middle. Hmmm. The stereo plays the same station I listen to. He is wearing only jeans. His body looks nice. He has the beginnings of a tan. His stomach was firm and smooth. I haven't seen him shirtless in a while.
He slides his hand onto my leg and asks if he can touch me. I take his hand and smile.
"You don't have to, you know."
"I know. I'm curious. I can stop if you want me to."
“I’m straight, so this should be weird. It’s not.”
“Who says you can’t be curious about stuff. I’d have a boring life if I had no curiosity.”
“Yeah. I think I’m gonna fuck you sometime.”
It was a statement, not ego, not a warning, but something he is thinking about.
“Okay. I like being fucked. I don’t get much, but …”
I lie down on the floor. Chris straddles my hips, holding my hand, touching my body under my shirt. He takes my shirt off and then lies on top of me. We look each other in the eyes for long minutes.
He kisses me. I put my arms around him and hold him. This was obviously new to him, but he likes kissing. It was a few minutes before he parted my lips with his tongue.
"I look at you close up, and take my time, and I find that you are quite handsome," he says to me. "I didn't think I'd take so easily to you, in this way. I told myself I'd stay distant because I am not gay."
"I want a friend. I want to show you what it's about beyond what you already know. If you just want to hold me and kiss, that's fine. If you want more, I'm willing to show you. If you don’t want any part of it, that’s fine. Friendship is everything to me, which is why I don’t get much sex."
"So far it feels nice. Natural. Like a friend showing a friend something a bit better."
He kisses me some more, pushing his hardness into my crotch. I unclasp his jeans and slide his zipper down. No underwear, but a very stiff cock, about nine inches, and just thick enough.
He mimicks my moves, unzipping my slacks and wrapping his fist around my 7 ½”. He pulls the foreskin back and forth, looking at my cock, feeling its heat, smelling my sex. He pulls my shoes, socks, and slacks off. I lay naked in Chris' arms.
I roll him onto his back. We kiss some more and I work my lips from his, down his Adam's apple, to his neck, to his left ear, probing and licking. He smiles. I gently suck his lobe, then lick to the area behind his ear. He shivered.
"You like that? Is this what you thought it could be like?"
"No. This is better than I thought."
Once again, he mimics me, and then becomes creative on his own. I want to show him more, so we explore. I continue my journey down Chris' body with my tongue. I lick his nipples, his chest, down to his navel. I lick his firm stomach, to his hip, tasting his skin. I remove his jeans then raise his legs as I put my tongue up against his asshole, licking and rimming eagerly. The shiver was tremendous this time.
It takes very little time to get him moaning, his cock harder than he knew it could be. I wrapped my fist around his cock, jerking it four or five times. He explodes in a load of creamy white, shooting again and again across his stomach and chest. I lay on top of him, licking his cum into my mouth. I love cum. I immediately shot an equal amount of cream while I rub my cock against his slick body. I also eat mine off his stomach.
I then spread his legs, wrap them around my waist, and sit back, watching him recover from an intense orgasm.
"I can't believe what you made me do. My first time with a woman wasn't half that good; not close to that good. And I want more, if you're willing to teach me."
We kiss as I pull him up off the floor.
"I'm willing. Lay back. I want you to feel what a man can do to your cock."
I lick Chris' cock head, down the shaft, around his balls, taking each into my mouth, then up his shaft again, opening my mouth, and taking his cock full in my mouth. He tastes so damn good. I could have sucked him all day. I managed to suck his cock for almost twenty minutes, savoring it, listening to his breathing get harder.
"Man, I'm gonna sh. . ."
I slide further down onto Chris' cock. He shoost before he finished saying it. The creamy spunk seemed like it would never end. I swirl his cum around in my mouth for a moment before swallowing it. After a few minutes, I lay a limp cock down on his belly, ample even now, as he lost his erection.
He smiled, his breathing returning to normal. We go to his bed. I lay on top of him and we kiss for several minutes until we both doze off.
I woke an hour later. Chris' arm is holding me close, my cheek against his. I kiss his cheek lightly and then his lips, very gently, slide quietly from his grasp, and get dressed. I stand for long moments, looking at his naked body, with the taste of his cock and cum lingering in my mouth. I smile, lean down to kiss him softly again full on his lips. He wakes long enough to smile and to say good night as I fold the covers over him. I go to bed, knowing that friend is now the least of what we are.
On Wednesday, Chris' truck is in the parking lot when I get home. I have pizza with me, as promised. We have decided to have dinner and watch the All-Star game at my place this time. We sit together on the floor with pizza between us.
"Do you watch them play? Or do you look at their asses?"
He stands up, bends over, and puts his hands on his own ass, flaunting it.
"So whose is better, the pitcher's or mine?"
"I don't know, lemme see," I said.
I pull his jeans down and bury my face in his ass. I lick and suck his hole for ten minutes. I pull his jeans back up, sit down on the floor again, and say "Yours."
"I thought so," he said with a smug smile, even though I had left him with a hard-on.
"Okay, so whose basket is better, the batter's or mine?"
"I dunno, lemme see," he said
He undoes my jeans and pulls them to below my balls. He licks my balls and shaft, and then takes my hardening cock in his mouth. He sucks on my dick, doing what comes naturally. I moan as I stand above him, letting him eat my cock. I suddenly realize that this is his first taste of a guy.
After about ten minutes, I start to buck and he knows I am going to come. He jack my dick a couple of times and I shoot all over Chris' face. When I am spent, I kneel down and lick my load off his forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips.
“Oops. Sorry,” I say, a bit embarrassed.
He pulls my jeans back up, sits back down again, and says "Yours."
We finish the pizza, sit back against the sofa, hold each other, and ignore the rest of the game.
"I take it that you like kissing very much," I said, smiling at him.
"I like kissing very much. Actually, I like kissing you very much."
"So you like all this? I like you a lot, but I didn't mean all this to happen, in case ... "
"Don't worry, man. I like you a lot, too. You've shown me something new that I happen to like. I hope you'll show me more."
"Actually, I want to show you something new right now."
I undress him, slowly, kissing him all the while. He is hard when I take off his jeans.
I lick lightly at the tip of his dick and down his shaft. Then I go to town on it for a few minutes. He moans. From a drawer, I pull out some Wet. Now naked, I lie on the floor and get Chris to kneel between my legs. I rub the lube onto his cock and then put some of it on my puckered hole.
"Go for it, man. I want to feel you inside me."
"I've never done this. I don't want to hurt you."
"Then don’t, but you do know how to fuck. Trust me Chris, this is going to feel so good, for both of us. Do what comes naturally. We'll both love it."
So he put the tip of his cock against my asshole, slides into me slowly, and then starts the beautiful fucking rhythm that I knew he could do. There was no pain, only intense pleasure as Chris' nine inches pushs to the hilt, slides most of the way out, and enters me again. He fucks me with pleasure and with passion. We kiss as he takes his time, stopping when he is too close, slowly and expertly probing my ass. When he is past the point of no return, he pushes into my ass to the hilt and explodes, his body shaking in an incredibly intense orgasm, kissing me, and moaning and holding me through it all, making sure I felt as good as he did. My cream smearing both of our stomachs showed that I did. I loved that he is now a part of me. We could have used a condom, but he did not ask and I did not want one.
"Wow," he said, lying down on top of me, letting his dick slip out of my ass. "I want to feel what you felt. I want you inside me so I know what it was like. Will you fuck me, too?"
"What?! Geez, why ... ?"
"Relax, dude, relax. I'm teasing. What do you think, I'm insane or something? I might be queer …"
“Gay. Not just gay, either. A decent man.”
I kiss him and hold him, wanting to be inside him as badly as he wants me there.
"Yeah. I'll fuck you too."
He rubs lube onto my cock. I probe him with a finger first, very slowly and carefully, since Chris' hole is virgin territory. I could not wait to be inside him. I put his legs over my shoulders, pushed just the head of my cock into his ass, and enter him slowly as he nods his head, telling me it is okay.
He is wet, hot, and tight. God, I was getting his cherry! The gay guy from upstairs, doing this man his first time ever! It has been a long time since I fucked a guy who has never had a cock in his ass. He smiles broadly. I left the full length of my cock in his ass and waited, letting him get used to it. I watch his beautiful face.
"No one ever makes sure that I am feeling as good as they are. Please, I want you deep inside me."
I re-enter him, over and over again, slowly and carefully. I kiss his lips and his eyelids. He holds me as I fuck him. As I made slow, sweet love to him. He is loving me loving him.
After awhile, I pull out, lay behind him, and re-enter him. I hold him tight against me while I probe his ass deeply. I slide my hand around his cock and stroke its hardness. He turns his head and I lick his ear, and kiss his sweet lips.
I brought him to his knees and slide in and out of his ass, holding his hips firmly as I withdraw and then plunge deep. He pushes against my cock, and my balls slap against his ass. My cock tingled, and then my balls tingled. Slow and deep. His ass swallows my cock over and over again, hard as a rock, and not just fucking.
I put him on his back, pumped into him, and kiss him passionately. He holds me tight as I hold him tight. Then I started breathing heavily.
"I'm coming man. Oh I coming!" I panted.
"I'm coming too. And I'm not even touching my cock."
When my cock softened, I let it slip out of his hole. I moved down and gave his hole a tongue-bath, licking the still pulsing ring. I lay him on his back, cleaning up his cock.
“I came on your carpet.”
“That’s fair. I came in your sweet ass.”
Then we go to my room and lay together in each other's arms.
"You're amazing," he said to me as he moved his fingers across my lips.
We hold each other and kisses until we fell asleep.
I knew that I was second fiddle to his girlfriend, but I did not care. I did not love him (well, you know ... ) and he did not love me. But our friendship is strong and he includes me in his life when he can. Chris' attitude is easy-going and carefree. Maybe this is why he accepted that I stared at him, even though it had initially made him confused. I do know, and he must as well, that I am not the only guy to ever look at him like meat. Now I look at him as a friend.
Neither one of us are into dominating the other's time. I still watch him leave in the morning or come home in the early evening. I watch him, and occasionally sit beside him to talk when he changes his oil. I missed him a little when we were not together, and fully appreciated when we are.
He came home for lunch most every day, and some days I timed it so I would arrive when he did, just to watch him come or go. We did not do lunchtime sex because we do not rush sex when we are together. But I sure as hell love to watch him and he knows it. He is as caring about my pleasure as I am about his.
Once or twice a week we spend a couple hours together, jacking off, sucking, fucking, and kissing. The man loves kissing a man. Or did he just love kissing me? Who cares?
He tells me a couple days ahead when he knows his girlfriend will be out of town. We sleep in each other's arms on those nights, at his place or mine. We do not always have sex, or always make love. Being a body beside his body is good enough. When we make love, it is good for us both.
The man, like most young men, was perpetually horny and hard, so I let him fuck me as much as he wanted to. He is not emotionally distant, and I am not just a piece of ass. He is equal in getting a fuck as he is in giving one. I could make him shudder and come without him touching his own cock. And he loves it slow and easy.
One night he said he wants to ask me a serious question ...
One evening we are sitting on his patio, eating some ribs. It is secluded, so I drop my cock out of the leg of my shorts. He does the same and we jack each other off. I tug at his hard meat in rhythm to him tugging at mine, spitting in my hand, and rubbing it into his hardness. He twists his hand around my dick, plays with my head, strokes my shaft, and brings me off in to torrent of white cum. Just before I shoot, he kneels in front of me and takes my cock into his mouth. He came a couple minutes after me, in my mouth.
After we cleaned up, he asked me, rather seriously, if he could ask me a question.
"I have a good friend who I've known for years. He and his wife broke up a couple months ago. He told me he's gay, has been for as long as he can remember. We talked on the phone last night for almost two hours. He doesn't honestly know why he came out to me, but he did and he feels better about it. He thought I was homophobic, but decided that our friendship could stand the risk. And I told him I’m not homophobic."
"Were you before me?"
"Not really phobic, just cautious. I've been hit on a couple times and not by anyone I want to be hit on by. You already know how I felt about you when we finally met."
“Yeah, that I was probably a queer.”
“Only until you showed me otherwise,” he says with a sly smile.
It is more important that he knows better. Not everyone who is gay comes onto someone who is obviously straight.
"You're welcome," I said a grin.
"Seriously, I don't know how to ask you this, so I'll just ask. Would you be interested in a threesome with Patrick and me?"
"I don't know. I've never done a threesome. I ... I think so."
"Let me tell you about him."
And so he did.
Their friendship extended across 14 years. They have grown up together, went to the same schools, double-dated, skied, and hung out. Patrick had chosen Christopher as his best man. There was very little that they have not done together. Sex was undiscovered territory, other than jacking off together as teenagers.
"It'll be about three weeks before we can get together, and you can change your mind any time, of course. I've told him about you and he thinks it's cool that you helped me try something new. This was my idea, by the way, not his. He's not sure either, but he thinks it sounds like we'd like it."
What a long three weeks. Friday night came and Patrick arrived. Chris had called me at work in the late afternoon to see if I was okay about meeting up for dinner. My cock was hard when I got home. We had arranged to meet at 6:00, so I showered and changed out of my Friday dress-down-day jeans into khakis and a button-down shirt.
The doorbell rang at 6:00. Chris and Patrick ... holy shit! A threesome with this man? Oh DON'T pinch me because I am terrified to wake up. Chris kisses me as he usually does when we are alone. Patrick shook my hand, probably able to read every thought in my head. He decided to kiss me as well, on my lips, as Christopher had done.
Patrick is 6' tall, blond, blue eyed, killer smile, trim, and handsome. Handsome was an understatement. Opposites attract? Chris and Patrick could have been brothers. He gave me another light kiss on my lips, smiling at me, and thanking me for the invitation. Masculine. Like Chris—neither one a pretty boy; but both handsome and manly.
We have a light dinner and then go into the living room to get comfortable. Patrick, like Chris, is natural and easy-going. He is smooth without being slick. And he has a brain, too. He is an architect. We start off with a three-way kiss, each poking his tongue into two mouths, sucking and licking. We are hot, but are not in a rush. Strong arms hold tight bodies while strong hands rub at firm crotches and asses.
We sit on the floor, Chris sitting behind me with his legs extended outward, beside mine. Patrick sits with his ass close to my crotch, overlapping our legs. Chris takes Patrick's shirt off, then mine, then his own. We continue kissing, while Chris runs his hands into my slacks. I could feel the bulge in his jeans from the back and Patrick's from the front.
This was already better than I have expected. None of us are uncomfortable with each other. Chris was the "middle man" to make sure we are all okay. His friend obviously loved him very much.
"Lay back against Christian. I want to see what's in your pants. It feels too good to keep it hidden any longer."
Patrick opens his pants and pushes them off. Nice. Chris kisses me on the neck and licks my ear as I let Patrick remove my slacks. When he frees my cock, he holds it in his hand for a few minutes, stroking it, and then leans forward to suck it.
This man knows how to suck some dick. It takes only a few moments before I am squirming. Chris giggles as he holds me, wondering what I was feeling but knowing it has to be so good. I take Patrick's head in my hands and gently encourage him up and down my shaft. In the meantime, I was working Christopher out of his jeans. I sit beside him so that Patrick can suck him at the same time.
To be hold by a man I like very much while being sucked skillfully by his best buddy. I shivered as these two men did magic with my body and my soul.
“Mmmm good, but two one-way for my taste,” I say. “I hate being selfish. Let’s suck each other.”
I helped us get into a three-way sixty-nine, so we could suck each other at the same time. I went down on Patrick. He went down on Christopher, while Chris went down on me. We lie together like that for a long while, licking and sucking, pleasing each other. When any one of us got too close, his partner would back off for a few moments.
“Wow, nice,” said Christopher. “Buddy, I sure do love you,” he said to Patrick. “I wish I had told you that a long time ago. You do know you are my best friend, right?”
“I do know, bud. I’m glad this was your idea. Christian, you’re very kind to do this for us.”
“Kind, yeah. Kinda turned on, at least for now, is more like it. But I too have made a good friend out of your buddy.”
We went back to sucking each other. We licked each other’s balls as well.
"I'm gonna come ... ," I said as I felt my sexual need spill over.
Both my arms reached up and over me to Chris and I sucked in my breath. I moan and squirm as Chris takes my cock in his hand and jerks me a few times. He and Patrick watch as I shoot again and again into Chris’ mouth. I do not think there is any cum left in my balls when he is done with me.
Chris and I take Patrick and lay him on his back on the sofa. We get on our knees beside him and start to suck his 8" dick together, sharing the head and the shaft down to his low-hanging balls. He holds both our heads in his strong hands as we suck and lick, eager to please him. I lube my finger with spit and diddled with Patrick's asshole. He raises himself off the sofa enough to give me easier access to his hot, hungry hole.
I reached for lube, rub it onto Patrick's cock, and then give a sign to Chris. He sits on Patrick's hardness, impaling himself on eight splendid inches of his friend's manhood. After a few minutes, Patrick holds onto Chris tightly, lays him on his back on the sofa, and drills deeply into his asshole. He knows that Chris would enjoy a deep but slow fuck, so that is what he does. I sit on Chris' face as he get fucked. His eager tongue licks my asshole as if he had been doing this all his life. Patrick bends forward to suck my cock again, the three of us joined by flesh and desire.
I reach down and jack Chris' cock. He moans and pumps in my fist as he shoots a creamy load into my mouth. I swallow his cock and then his thick load.
When we are done, Patrick pulls out and spills his load into my waiting mouth. I move in for his cock before Chris can.
“Hey, no fair! I like cum, too!”
“You snooze, you lose, bud. I like cum better than you do.”
“Not! He’s MY buddy.”
“Boys, boys! I can make more. No need for greed, bros. Geez now.”
All the while, I sucked on Patrick’s cock. He went only semi-soft. He was right about making more cum. I would yield to Chris. Maybe.
The night is warm so we go outside on the balcony, watch the stars, and enjoy the peace and quiet. We sit close to each other, me in the middle, so we can play with each other's cocks and kiss each other.
Patrick has a need to taste Chris' cock, so he kneels before him and gives him another blowjob. Actually, it wasn't just a blowjob; it was a cock sucking session filled with passion and love for his long-time friend. It lasted for twenty minutes, and Chris is twitching like a teenager before he blew. When Chris was about to cum, I grabbed his dick in my fist and helped him unload, into my mouth.
“Geez Christian, we really gotta work on that!” Chris said.
“I’m working on it just fine, bro. It’s good.
Patrick licks Chris' balls to bring on incredible heat. He would make more, too.
We sit outside, drained of our loads, not being able to cum again, for now. The music was nice and the full moon shone through the stand of trees at the edge of our property. Past midnight, we settled into my bed, holding each other, with Patrick in the middle this time. We slept soundly as we wrapped our warm arms around manly chests.
Patrick woke first, kisses Chris, and then kisses me. He wants his friend to fuck him.
"You always wake up horny like this?"
"Yeah, doesn't everyone?" said Patrick.
I get the lube. When I get back, Patrick is on his knees and Chris was behind him, eating out his asshole. He enters his friend's ass with one motion and fucks him the same way he'd fucked me our first time together. I get in a sixty-nine underneath Patrick and we suck each other until the three of us are beyond turning back. I jack Patrick's cum into my mouth. He jacks me into his mouth. Chris comes inside his buddy's tight ass, then pulls out, fully spent. He lays on top of Patrick.
We shower together for about fifteen minutes, kissing like we had never done it before. Every time we kiss, the heat brings our souls together, letting us melt together in friendship and sex. I happen to want both. Chris has been amenable to that for a long while. Patrick has Christopher, and now me on future visits.
We dress, go out for a late breakfast, stroll along the river downtown, eat a late lunch, walk around the city, and came home for dinner. Patrick wants to sit back and watch his buddy fuck me. I lie on my back on the sofa, watch Chris get ready for me, and then feel his hardness enter my ass in one push. The fucking is hot because we are being watched from across the room. It's as if we are trying to secretly have sex, but are being spied on. I come first and then Chris added his creamy load to my hole. He lays on top of me to kiss me. We could hear Patrick moaning. Chris goes over and settles between his friend’s legs, swallowing his cock whole. Patrick comes very hard in his buddy’s mouth.
On Saturday night, I fall asleep with Patrick's cock in my mouth as he and Chris hold each other, continuing the marathon session of kissing we have started the night before.
On Sunday morning, Chris wants to see me fuck his friend. It was barely past 7:00 a.m. I had never fucked a guy this early in the morning. However, I have no trouble getting fully hard and enjoying the heat of my cock deep inside Patrick's eager asshole. Chris licks at our balls as I fuck his buddy, then gives Patrick's cock undivided attention until he is about to shoot. I come at the same second as Patrick, spraying my cum all the way up his ass. Chris shoots into my ass as I lay on top of Patrick, then licks leaking drops of his juice from my hole.
Again, we join in the shower, cleaning each other from top to bottom. A late lunch was in order since we had basically fucked the morning away. I have no idea where the time goes, but I could tell you where I was and with whom every time I had lost my load this weekend.
By 6:00, Patrick was set to drive home. Chris returned to his place. I heard him and his girlfriend talking down on their patio an hour later. I was sitting on my balcony, enjoying the moonlight and stars, the warmth of being sexually relieved (and then some), and thinking about our next time together.
When I heard the slider downstairs, I figured that Chris had gone inside. I sit, singing quietly to myself.
"Hey, Chris!" said the neighbor downstairs.
"Yeah?" I said as I leaned over the wall on my balcony.
"I love you, friend. Thanks for a great weekend. Patrick will be back next month, okay?"
"Okay bud. I love you too. Give my best to him when you talk to him."
I slept alone Sunday night, the first time in two nights. I was not lonely at all. I have two buddies to think about as I slipped into a deep trouble-free sleep.
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