Date: Wed, 19 May 2010 20:31:58 +0200
From: Egan e2 <egan44@gmail.com>
Subject: My Night with Joe - Part 7: Three's a Crowd

Hi all!

This is the SEVENTH installment in the series "My Night with Joe" called
"Three's a Crowd".

IMPORTANT: The story parts are in chronological order, so I suggest that
you read the first 6 in the series before jumping into this one (Just
search for "My Night with Joe"). You will enjoy this latest addition a lot
more if you know all the (hot, sexy) history of how it started between Joe
and I.

Please drop me an email (egan44@gmail.com) with comments and let me know
what you think.  They will be greatly appreciated. I try respond to every
email.

This is an erotic gay story about two guys and involves themes of a sexual
nature, so if that offends you or you are not old enough to read this, then
hit the "back" button and please leave now!

This story is loosely based on some of my real life experiences, with some
fiction added for dramatical purposes (Names and places changed, of course)

Enjoy!
Egan Sheridan

***

My Night with Joe - Part 7: "Three's a Crowd"

Joe and I had not partied together for ages, so we decided that tonight we
would go all out and really enjoy ourselves. We left Joe's car at his
apartment complex, and caught a cab.
After pub (and cab) crawling in about 3 pubs early on in the evening, we
realized that we hadn't eaten anything yet. No wonder I was starting to buzz
already, after just 3 draft beers. We always used to do that before we
became lovers--go from one pub to the next, and just have a single draft
beer, and move on. It was kind of a tradition between us, which we decided
to pick up again on this great day! So we stopped off at a local McDonald's
and grabbed a bite, realizing that both of us had only had breakfast. Lunch
was basically each other. Hmmm... and what a lunch it was!

We hit a few more pubs, and, as the drinking went on, we broke our rule of
one beer only, and started to get really lubricated. We then decided to head
off to the closest club we could find. Although I was sure we would end up
in a gay bar later (especially after more alcohol), Joe didn't make it a
requirement for us to have a great time. Normally, I would have been against
it, just because I did not want to be outed regarding my sexuality. And
maybe that was why Joe didn't take me to one. But I would not have minded in
this town. Nobody knew me here. Besides, wherever I was, I would have a good
time, as long as Joe was there, too. The atmosphere in "The Dirty Raccoon"
was good, and they were playing decent music. Neither of us had been there
before, and made a point to remember the name for next time. We were not
sure if we were enjoying it so much because it was actually a great place,
or if we were just at that level of drinking that one simply enjoys
everything. But we were sticking mainly to beers, as the night was still
young, and we did not want to get too plastered, too early on. We decided to
slow down a bit, until a little later, and just sat in a cubicle, chatting
loudly, with the thumping music rumbling in the background. It was great,
and was really a good opportunity for us to chat about things.

Joe was very surprised, and interested, when I told him about my  breakup
with Rebecca. If he had been a dog, his ears would have pitched up as soon
as he heard that. Although he didn't say it, I could see that he was
extremely interested to see what my next move was going to be with regards
to our relationship. But he knew me; I was not ready to come out of the
closet. We acted like two straight guys chatting, who were waiting for their
girlfriends to come back from the powder room. I knew that, before I left
for home again at the end of the weekend, Joe was going to try find out what
my plans were. What were they? Not even I knew. Not now, Jason! Just party
now... Don't think about shit like that now. Enjoy this time with your best
friend and lover.

After a few hours, and a few beers later, we decided to leave the Raccoon to
be Dirty, and called a cab for the next stop, another club a few blocks
away. I was at the mercy of Joe, as I didn't know the place at all, and was
fully expecting that the next stop would be a gay party of some kind. And at
that time of the night, I was not at all bothered. Alcohol was now running
through me more than oil through a car's engine, and we were really enjoying
ourselves. I was proved wrong when we were dropped off at a local hangout
joint. The atmosphere here was pumping. We danced and drank like there was
no tomorrow.

I started to feel a little bloated, and, eventually, all the beer and
McDonald's burgers said enough to all the jumping around, and forced me to
have a brief, uncomfortable shout into the big white telephone. After the
puke, I felt much better, and decided I could party all the way through the
rest of the night. I was ready for it! But after that, I wanted to sit down
and relax a bit with a slow beer; reel myself in a little. I sat at the
table a little way off from the dance floor, near the bar, and watched Joe
dance with some really beautiful looking woman. Damn, Joe was sexy! I
wondered if she had a clue that she would never score with him. Since he had
moved here, Joe certainly seemed to have come out of his shell. He would
never have done that before . . . just dance with some strange woman out of
the blue. Enjoy the dance with my man, lady. I'll fuck him later for you. He
looked over at me, and smiled like he had heard my thoughts. I smiled back.

Eventually, Joe stumbled to our table, which had his new cold beer waiting
for him.

"Shit, dude, I'm tired!" he shouted, breathless, and fell into the chair,
taking a few long sips of his beer.

"Why do you think I'm being a spectator on the sidelines?" I smiled, and
took a sip of my beer.

"Good call...," he said, looking back at the dance floor.

He eventually got his breath back, and we continued chatting.

"I am really enjoying myself tonight, dude. Are you?" he asked.

"I haven't had this much fun in ages, buddy," I honestly said.

He smiled, and looked really happy to hear that. Tapping his beer glass to
mine, he said, "We have to make this a regular thing."

"Would be great, huh?" I said, knowing that it would be a while before this
happened again, as on Monday, I had to be back at my workplace, and we would
be apart again. Stop it! Just enjoy the now!!

He looked down at his beer, and just nodded. He was thinking along the same
lines as I was; I knew Joe too well.

Just then, the lady, that Joe had been dancing with, walked past, and ran
her hand over his shoulder, causing him to look up. As he did, she winked at
him, and walked past into the crowd. We looked at each other, and burst out
laughing!

"She's all outta luck tonight, eh?" Joe laughed heartily.

I loved seeing him so happy . . . and being around him made me happy, too.
Why the hell did he have to move? Stop it, Jason! Get your mind off that
shit and just enjoy....

BANG!

My thoughts were interrupted by someone slamming both hands, palms down,
onto our table so hard that we both jumped, and I spilled a bit of my beer.

"Hey, old bitches!" laughed Brad loudly, at our reactions.

"For fuck sakes, Bradley!!" shouted Joe, as he patted some beer off his
shirt, evidently spilling some, too. "What the fuck is wrong with you!?"

"I'm drunk!" he said proudly, smiling and looking at me. "Hey, Jase!"

I just looked at him, smiled and nodded. "Hey, Brad." Normally I would have
been pissed off, but I was quite OK with having Brad interrupt so abruptly.
Must have been the beer.

"You fuckin' party animals! Next round is on me!" as he gestured to the bar
lady, and pointed at us three. She nodded, and walked off.

"What the hell are you doing here?" asked Joe

Bradley pulled up a chair, turned it around, and straddled it. "Just
partying. Finished studies a little earlier, and me and the group have been
drinking since. But they all faded on me. Unlike the Bradster here, they
can't handle drinking till they fall down...But I see you old mother fuckers
are doing OK for your age!" We smiled, and each took a sip of beer.

"But I can't stay long, dudes. I gotta check out this joint. Some nice booty
around here," he continued.

"I know! Joe is being eyed by some sexy hooker chick," I joked.

Due to the alcohol, Bradley laughed harder than he should have. But then
again, it was Bradley, so maybe not. In fact, we all laughed quite hard.
Once the waitress brought another round, Bradley grabbed his and stood up.
"Be back; just now, got some networking to do," and dashed off.

"Mad Brad," said Joe smiling. I found it quite funny, as I normally do with
everything when I am even slightly drunk.

The party carried on, and Brad came over every now and then to speak shit
with us, and would subsequently disappear into the crowd again, evidently
having a great time, too. Eventually, we just sat together, Joe and I, and
stared blankly into the crowd, enjoying the beat, and feeling a little
tired. I didn't know what the time was, and didn't particularly care.

Suddenly, my eye caught Bradley on the other side of the dance floor,
standing with another guy and girl. Looked like they were chatting. Then,
all of a sudden, it looked like she slapped him hard in the face. I
stretched my eyelids, and tried to focus. Yes! It looked like she had.
Obviously, Brad had said something stupid, again. Then, all of a sudden, she
said something to the guy standing just next to her, and he looked angrily
at Brad. He then grabbed Brad by his shirt, and pulled him towards him,
saying something to him. I tapped Joe next to me and pointed. Joe looked and
put his beer down, not taking his eyes off the tense scene.

"Just shut the fuck up, Brad. Say nothing! Let it go!"

I frowned at Joe's response, but couldn't take my eyes off the unfolding
scene.

Poor Brad looked tiny in the grasp of this big angry bouncer-looking guy.

Bouncy boy's lips moved, as he said something to Brad.

"Braaadly... Say nothing...," said Joe, staring from across the large room.

I focussed on Bradley's lips, and they started to rattle off like a machine
gun.

"For fuck's sake, Bradley! You can never just let it go!" said Joe, shaking
his head, as he darted up from the table and started to run towards the
potential disaster zone, dodging dancers on his way.

I jumped up and stood staring. What the fuck!? As if in slow motion, Bouncer
Boy loaded a fist, cocked it backwards, and pounded Bradley in the gut,
hard, sending him sprawling to the floor. My jaw dropped, as I thought I was
dreaming for a second. But, then, Bouncer Boy walked up to the squirming
Bradley, pulled him up by his blond hair, and loaded up a second fist,
sending it into Bradley's cheek, knocking him to the floor a second time.
All of this happened within a matter of seconds, but before I could do
anything, I saw Joe jump in between advancing bouncer boy and Brad, who was
now stumbling to his feet. The boy could take a punch, that was for sure. As
Joe tried to stop the advancing concrete block, he hit Joe on the side of
the head with his massive forearm with such force that Joe fell to the
floor, too. Seeing Joe hit the floor, my adrenaline finally kicked in and
the alcohol kicked out, and I started to run towards the chaos. As I was
running there, I saw out of the corner of my eyes, other bouncer-like
figures converging towards the scene. I didn't know what the fuck I was
going to do once I got there. Instinct took and I just ran as fast as I
could towards now certain disaster. Just before Bouncer Boy grabbed Bradley
again, I arrived, and without any thought, punched the concrete mass in the
back of his right kidney as hard as I could, and instantly got a piercing
backward elbow to the side of the jaw, sending me into the table, and then
onto the floor, as it shifted and slid out from under me. My punch had put
him off balance, as I saw him slow down and hold his side. Another one like
that, and he will be down! I jumped up, but before I could save the day, I
was grabbed from behind by bouncer boy's friend, and another came at me, and
punched me in the gut, ending all my good intentions, as I fell to the
floor. I was then grabbed by the arm and started to be dragged away.
Bouncers grabbed the other guys that had just punched me, and were also
dragging them off. I was treated to some great entertaining fighting, as I
was being removed from the commotion. Joe was up and ran into Concrete Mass
with his shoulder, trying to finish what I started, and put him off balance
even more. It looked like he was about to topple over as he swung for Joe,
but, thankfully, lighter and quicker Joe managed to duck out of the way. And
just then, Bradley . . . small, sexy, full of shit Bradley, ran forward,
jumped onto a chair, and launched himself into the air, diving in head
first, and rammed the scary mass of a man right over, finishing the job.
They both toppled over, as they crashed through tables and chairs in
spectacular fashion. The last thing I saw was Bradley, legs flying, out of
sight, hurtling into the mess of tables and chairs. Two seconds later, I was
tossed out onto the cold pavement, as the bouncers simply turned and walked
back in, emotionless. Two more guys, that I did not know, came flying out
and hit the pavement next to me, moaning as they did. Then came Joe, hitting
the ground, with a grunt, on the other side of me. After a short pause,
Bradley came flying out, landing with a hard thud next to us, and rolled
twice as he did. Then another guy, that we didn't know, came out. I just sat
up, weight on my arms, and looked around, adrenaline pumping throughout my
body. Joe was slowly getting up, breathing heavily, and Bradley was lying on
his back, panting, looking up at the stars. The other men, who had been
thrown out, were also moving around, trying to get their bearings.

Without moving, Brad simply said, "Let's get the fuck outta here before they
throw that huge mother fucker out with us". He then jumped up and grabbed me
by the arm and helped me up. Joe was already standing, bent over, hands on
his knees, trying to catch his breath. Brad was right. One of the other guys
was probably one who punched me in the gut. I looked at them, and then, in
unison, we darted off, not waiting around for them to throw Concrete Mass
out, too.

Our adrenaline was still carrying us, as we ran full speed for a block or
two. Then it dawned on me . . . I had just been in a fight! I had not been
in a proper fight since school days. Finally, we slowed down and looked
behind us. Nothing. Thank God! So we stopped, without saying anything...just
panting like hunting dogs. We looked at each other and said nothing.

Suddenly, Joe smiled, breathing heavily. Then so did Brad. I realized that I
was already smiling.

"What... did you say... to him", said Joe, battling for breath.

"Well... first, I wanted to fuck that girl," Brad quickly said, "So I asked
her if she was interested."

Then he stopped, and tried to catch his breath some more, and then
continued, "The slap obviously meant `no'... and then she called him... How
the fuck was I supposed to know she was with THAT landmass!?"

Joe and I laughed in between heavy breaths; it didn't help the stomach pain
I was experiencing.

"But what did you say to HIM when he had you in his grip?" asked Joe
curiously, smiling, knowing it was probably a pure Bradley gold medal winner
statement.

Bradley straightened up and smiled.

"I asked if he'd rather fuck me then," Bradley said, shaking his head.
"Thanks to Mr. Alcohol, it was obviously not the wisest remark ever made,
given the circumstances."

Then we all three suddenly burst out laughing. I laughed like I had never
laughed in years. All three of us did. The pain in our bodies was tripled as
we did so, but we didn't care. It was too good to stop. Eventually, Joe put
his arm around my and Bradley's neck and hugged us close, as we started to
walk down the road, laughing like a few drunk schoolboys.

"I think it is home-time boys," commented Joe.

"Agreed, my old men. Let's go get cleaned up."

"Yep. More than enough excitement for one evening,", I said.

I was wrong.

---

We got back to Joe's place and, as we walked through the door, looked at
ourselves in the light for the first time. Joe had a slightly swollen left
eye, which would surely be a shiner the next morning. Bradley had the worst
of it, from his second face punch. He had a cut on his left cheek, and a
graze just above his right eye, which were both bleeding a little. His hair
was standing up everywhere, and his shirt was ripped at the left arm joint.
The main inconvenience for me was the dull pain just below my right rib, and
the jaw that would certainly swell. I would feel that tomorrow, that's for
sure. We were still quite drunk, and were chatting away excitedly about the
fight. Brad was bragging how, when he took the guy down, he managed to get
in a solid punch or two before he was connected just above the eye by the
non-human looking arm of Bouncer Boy. Whether adrenalin or drunkenness
caused it, we were chatting excitedly, not at all ready to go to bed.

Bradley and I fell into the long, comfortable, inviting sofa. Joe went to
the kitchen and took an ice pack out of the fridge, then whistled to get our
attention. and it at the two of us.

Brad caught it, and handed it to me. "Use it first; I got blood," he smiled
triumphantly.

I put it against my jaw, and it felt good. Joe brought a first aid kit from
the cupboard, and sat next to Bradley. He opened it, as Bradley continued to
to talk non stop.

"Hey, you got blood, too!" he said, pointing to my raised arm. I had a small
cut on my left arm; must have happened when I went down on the table.

"Shit!" I replied, as I saw a drop of blood ready to spill onto the white
leather couch. I pulled my arm back to my already spoiled shirt, to avoid
any mess. I handed the ice pack to Brad before I sat forward and removed my
shirt, holding it against the wound.

"Yummy," said Brad, as he looked at my naked back.

I smiled, as Joe pulled Brad's face back to face his direction, as he
started to clean the wound. "Stop perving and look at me."

"Shit! That stuff burns!" squealed Brad, as he squirmed.

"Sit still," Joe laughed .

When Brad didn't listen, Joe quickly sat on him, and straddled him on the
couch, pinning him in a sitting position.

"Now sit still!" Joe said sternly. "I need to clean you up!"

"Oooh. Now that is more like it! You better clean me up. I have been a
dirty, naughty boy," Brad said, starting directly at Joe, who was
concentrating on his wounds.

"You certainly have been," I said in a naughty tone.

Brad laughed, and suddenly pushed the ice pack onto my back, sending chills
up my spine. I jumped sideways towards him, disarming him from the pack and
grabbing his forearm, holding it back against the couch. His skin felt warm,
smooth, and soft to the touch.

"Fuck, that was cold!", I chuckled.

As Joe finished with the second plaster over the cut on Brad's cheek, he
rubbed a hand over it in a caring fashion, and sat back on Bradley's legs.

"With a hot body like that, you need some cooling down," he smiled, and then
looked at Joe. "Thanks, babe."

Joe smiled at him, and gave him two quick light slaps on his good cheek. "No
probs. Now take this shirt off. It's filthy from your raucous fighting, and
you are dirtying my couch.". Joe helped him remove it, as I checked to make
sure I was not dripping blood anywhere.

After dropping the shirt on the floor, Joe turned to me. "Let's take a look
at that arm," he said, as he lightly took my hand and lifted it. He gently
got off Brad, who moaned jokingly as he did. I looked at Bradley's chest.
Wow! What a man! He obviously worked out, since his chest and stomach
muscles were not big, but they were very well defined. Joe smiled, and
started to clean my arm. I jumped, as I got a sharp sting. Damn! Brad was
right; this shit burned!

"Don't you give me trouble, too!" Joe said, looking at the arm he was still
holding.

Bradley jumped up and shouted drunkenly. "Wait, I'll hold him!" and ran
around to my back, as I was still sitting sideways. He grabbed around my
upper torso and gripped my chest, as he pulled me tight against him, pushing
his beautiful bare chest into my bare back. I started to feel very erotic,
as he held me, looking over my shoulder at what Joe was doing with my arm.
His warm breath ticked my ear slightly.

"Thanks, Brad. Much better," he said, now grinning from ear to ear.

"Why have you still got your shirt on, Joe?" he asked, in a very matter of
fact way.

"'Cause I'm busy looking after my boys," he said.

Then Bradley whispered sensually into my right ear. "Don't worry, J. You are
in good hands."

He then started to fondle my left nipple with his right hand, making it get
instantly hard. It was not the only thing that was getting hard. I could
feel Bradley's package against me, as I started to tingle in the groin area.
Then he slowly moved his hand down to my jeans and undid the button, and
slid his hand onto the top of my boxers, feeling my hardening cock between
the fabric. His body was warm and wonderful around me. I moaned slightly and
looked at Joe for a reaction, as he finished with the plaster, and smiled at
me, with a very naughty look on his face. As he let my arm go, he put his
hand on my side, and kissed me passionately and slowly on the lips, focusing
mainly on the lower lip, as he gave it a light bite, and then slowly pulled
away, letting it pop back. He reached down and stripped out from his shirt,
dropping it on top of Bradley's.

He moved forward and lightly licked my hard nipple, as Bradley continued to
fondle my penis. Bradley was breathing heavily now, and was much quieter. As
he moved his hand into my boxers, I trembled, feeling his warm skin wrap
around my hard shaft. I placed my hand on the back of Joe's head, as he
continued to work on my nipple. Was this really happening? Was I just about
to experience a wonderful threesome with these two gorgeous men? Emotions
were running through me. Was this the right thing to do? Would we regret it
tomorrow, Joe and I? Would it change things between us? All three of us were
still tipsy from all the booze, but, fuck! It felt good! Joe said earlier
that he was fine with it, if I was. As my body started to be over taken with
the pleasurable touch of these two handsome men, I had no choice. I just
caved in, as I rested my head back onto Bradley's shoulder and neck, and
decided I wanted this more than anything. I was going to have the time of my
life. This kind of thing was what fantasies are made of, and doesn't happen
often. This was an opportunity not to be missed. Fuck all rational thinking.
Whether that was the alcohol speaking, or not, I didn't care....This was
going to happen!

Bradley removed his hand from my pants and stood up next to me, breathing
heavily, as he kicked off his sneakers and undid his jeans, dropping them
and his boxers to the floor in one motion. I looked at him, as Joe lowered
me down onto the low sofa and started to unzip my jeans. As he started to
take off my shoes and pants, I looked at Bradley, standing naked in front of
me. He was a perfect specimen of a man. Unlike Joe and I, Bradley was very
smooth chested. He had a small patch of light pubic hair, but his rounded
balls were smooth. His cock was pointing straight at me, and looked the
perfect length. Probably about the same size as mine. I ran my hand from his
lightly haired calf, up his inner thigh, and to his balls. After fondling
them for a second, I took hold of his warm shaft and pulled him closer to
me. I wanted that in my mouth. Bradley kneeled down next to me, and slowly
rubbed his hand over my chest, as he admired my now exposed penis. While Joe
sat next to us, removing his shoes, socks, and pants, Bradley ran his right
hand over my penis and jerked it a few times slowly, pulling my foreskin
over the head in the upward motion, and then exposing the head fully with
the down motion. I put Bradley's wonderful penis into my mouth, and started
to suck it slowly. He moaned and groaned, as I tickled the top of his cock
head with my tongue. I then felt the familiar sensation of Joe putting his
lips over my penis, as he started to give me an amazing blowjob, with
Bradley's thumb resting over the base of my cock, while his fingers were
fondling my balls. This was amazing! I had a cock in my mouth, and my cock
in Joe's mouth! I was trembling like never before.

After a few minutes like that, Joe got up and softly said, "Be right back."

He quickly walked past us and into the bedroom.

Bradley was looking at my cock, and I could see he wanted it. He slowly
moved forward, without releasing his cock from my mouth, and straddled me on
the sofa, working his way into the 69 position. He then proceeded to take my
cock in his mouth, and gave me an electrifying blowjob. This was my first 69
action with a guy, and, damn, was it hot! As he sucked me, I rubbed my hands
over his ass, and gingerly stuck a finger a little ways into his anus,
fondling the warm crevice. The sight of his balls contracting was awesome,
and I sucked harder. Just then, Joe came back in and looked at the hot scene
in front of him. He had a pack of condoms and some lube, and began to wank
his cock a little. I gestured that he come closer, and I grabbed it as I
started to jerk him off, while still sucking Bradley. He started to open a
condom, and, as I let go, he rolled it onto his throbbing hot penis, rubbing
lube all over the head and length of it. I will never forget the sight of
what he did next. I wanted to cum so bad, as Bradley continued to suck on
me, making small sounds of enjoyment as he did.

Joe put one foot next to my head and stood over me, balls hanging in my
face. He took the base of his penis and pushed the head onto Bradley's
asshole, and started to push it in, just above my face. Bradley arched his
back, with a combination of pleasure and pain, as he released my penis from
his mouth, sending it popping down onto my stomach, and he sat up slightly,
removing his penis from my mouth. He moved his right leg off the sofa and
onto the floor next to me. Obviously, he had taken it up the ass a few times
before, as he seemed to take Joe's beautiful cock with more ease than I
would have been able to do. Joe started to pound away at his ass. I stared
up at the action, rubbing my hands all over Joe's legs, stomach, balls, and
Bradley's ass, legs, stomach, and back. Every now and then, Bradley leaned
forward and sucked my cock for a few strokes, and then would pull his head
back with pleasure.

I needed more action, so I squirmed my way out from under Bradley, and stood
looking at the two going at it in front of me. It was so beautiful! My own
private gay porno. And I was in it! Bradley had his head buried in the sofa
now, as Joe stood with both hands on Bradley's perfect bubble butt. Joe
fucked him hard, as he moaned, standing with one foot on the sofa and one
foot on the floor. Bradley was kneeling on the sofa with his left leg, and
had the other on the floor just in front of Joe's right foot. Joe smiled at
me, as I stood there wanking my tool, unable to break my gaze. He gestured
with his head towards his back, and I knew immediately what he meant. I
didn't need to be asked twice! I grabbed a condom from the table, rolled it
on, and lubed up. Kneeling with both legs on the sofa behind Joe, I
penetrated him slowly, as he laid forward over Bradley's back. As I got it
all the way in, we all moved in unison, moaning and groaning with absolute
pleasure. I reached around and rubbed Joe's chest and stomach up and down,
as we fucked away. We carried on like that for a few minutes, until I felt
that Joe was about to lose his load. He then, obviously not ready to cum
just yet, pulled out from Bradley's ass.

I pulled out of Joe, as I felt that I was going to cum soon, too. Joe asked
me to sit down on the sofa, which I did. My sheathed cock stood at
attention, facing straight at the two men now standing in front of me. Joe
then straddled me, as Bradley kneeled in between my legs, guiding my penis
into Joe's ass again, as Joe lowered himself down onto it. Then he grabbed
me around the neck, interlocking his fingers, and started to slide up and
down on my shaft, his feet hanging off the end of the sofa. Bradley was on
his knees behind Joe, and rested his forearms on the back of Joe's calves,
as he started to lick my ball bag. I thought I was going to explode right
there, but managed to keep my composure somehow. Don't ask me how! My body
was shaking with each and every lick from Brad, and each and every motion
from Joe. I Pulled Joe's condom off his penis, that was bouncing in between
us, and started to jerk it off like there was no tomorrow! Bradley stopped
with the licking and was quiet for a few seconds. I realized why, when I
heard the condom packet being opened and lube being applied to his raging
hardon. Then he stood up behind Joe, grabbed my legs, and slowly pulled me
forward, with Joe adjusting his stance to compensate, exposing my asshole in
the process. I lifted my legs, as Bradley squeezed himself in between them,
and slowly inserted his cock into me. With Joe continuing to fuck his ass on
my dick, I hardly had time to feel any pain, as Brad pushed his cock slowly
into me, inch by inch. My bent forward head was a little uncomfortable, so I
shifted sideways and slid down the couch longways, and we all adjusted
accordingly. Bradley lifted my leg onto his shoulder, and started to fuck me
harder from behind Joe, who was controlling the fucking he was getting from
me. As Joe panted, hanging over me, my penis deep inside him, and Bradley
was fucking my ass like there was no tomorrow, I did nothing but bite my
bottom lip and hold onto Joe's penis with my right hand. My left hand was
gripping the leather backrest of the sofa. My body was so worked up that I
honestly thought I was going to pass out.

I started to moan loudly, as I felt I was not able to control it anymore.
Then, in a few seconds, it happened. I exploded my semen into the condom
that was buried deep in Joe's anus. With every shot, I felt my anus
contracting over Bradley's penis that was deep in my ass, as he continued to
pound away. The climax was so extremely pleasurable and unexplainable, that
I felt  like tears were about to burst from my eyes. I thought I was going
to rip a piece of the leather sofa off in my left hand, I gripped it so
hard. To add to the moment, Joe grabbed his penis from my hand and began to
jerk it, as he started to shoot warm semen all over the light hair on my
chest. Two or three shots of his wonderfully warm, thick cum hit my lower
jaw and neck, and started to run down my neck slowly. He shouted loudly as
he came, and leaned forward over me, as I held the hollow of his back with
my right hand. Bradley was still working away at my ass, but then started to
moan very loudly, helped on by my contracting ass, as he leaned forward onto
Joe's back. I felt his penis throb a good many times inside me, as he
shouted with each and every moment of pleasure, emptying his ball sack into
the condom that was inside me. Joe held himself up with his arms, hanging
over me, looking into my eyes, as Bradley put his non-plastered cheek onto
Joe's back, to rest himself as he entered the final glorious moments of his
climax, arms tightly locked around Joe's waist.

We lay on each other like that for a few moments, panting and sweating,
until Bradley's trembling legs could not hold him up anymore. He slowly
removed himself from my ass, and I shivered as he did so. Then he lifted my
left leg over him, and placed it on top of his legs, as he fell back,
exhausted, on the sofa, just behind Joe, condom still in place over his
penis. He lay there resting his right hand on my left knee, and slowly
pulled the condom off with his left, letting it drop to the floor. My right
foot rested on the floor, touching his. Joe, still sitting on me, grabbed
his shirt from the floor next to him, and lovingly cleaned up the sperm from
my neck, chin, and chest. He then kissed me on the lips, and slowly lifted
himself off me, allowing my now softening cock to drop out and take rest in
its pubic hair nest. He took the liberty of removing the condom from my
cock, as he got up, and rubbed his hand around the limp slippery stick that
was revealed. Again, I could do nothing but stare at the ceiling, in a semi
conscious state. Joe sat down on the shaggy carpet next to me, on the floor,
amongst the six sneaker shoes and scattered clothes, and rested his head
back onto my stomach. I placed my hand on his chest, and all was silent as
we all fell into a dreamlike state, exhausted, and still slightly drunk.
After such an action-filled night, even the walk to the room right now
seemed too much. I didn't know what time it was, and I didn't care. At that
moment, it seemed like time did not exist.

The sleep was welcomed when it swiftly arrived.



To be continued...


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End of the Part 7, "Three's a Crowd".

Look out for Part 8 coming soon: "Coming of Age"

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Edited by - Jere

Until the next installment, Peace!
Egan Sheridan