The Threesome, Part One

 

"Jaron!" Marcus said. He spread his arms wide, and I rolled my eyes, submitting myself to his crushing embrace. More stocky and beefy than me, but the same height, Marcus had a way of casually touching people he knew a little too much. Something I liked, if I was being honest with myself, and the reason why I'd even initiated meeting like this, but still –

 

"Oof," I said. I scrunched up my nose under my glasses. "Sternum broke. I'm dying. Ack."

 

"Haha," he said, letting go. He tousled my gelled undercut, wiggling his eyebrows from behind his spectacles, and I ran a retaliatory hand through his bristly, close-cut hair before pulling away properly. We both ducked in panic as a sudden clatter echoed through the toilet – I heaved out a sigh of relief when I realized it was a mop I'd knocked over behind me, in moving away.

 

There was a moment of silence.

 

I forced a smile. "Not having second thoughts, are you?"

 

"No," he said, nearly miserably. "Just, I dunno, is there really nowhere better for this?"

 

"For us Singaporean eighteen year olds? Not really. Your parents are home," I said. "And my brother's home, and Isaac –"

 

"Yeah, fine." He shrugged. "School swimming pool toilets are the only option. At least nobody really comes here."

 

Silence.

 

Marcus fidgeted. "So, Jaron, how does this work again?"

 

"You tell me," a third voice said. The toilet door swung open, and Marcus took a quick step back. I motioned for him to relax; he hadn't recognized the voice, not being familiar with our third participant.

 

"Isaac," I said, smiling. "Hey."

 

"Hey," he nodded. He was a good head taller than me, with a thicker, heavier brow and a crude haircut. Hands that matched Marcus's in size patted his shirt down, belying the bulge of the muscles on his upper arms. He matched my smile, then nodded at Marcus, speaking with that odd intonation of his. Drawing out words. "And you're Marcus?"

 

"Yeah," Marcus said.

 

"I'd say your question is valid, you know?" Isaac told Marcus. He turned to address me as well, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. "I mean, all of us want a threesome. But who does what?"

 

"We figure it out as we go along?" I tried.

 

Marcus interjected, smiling. "Sure." He pushed up his glasses. "I call dibs on a blowjob."

 

"And I call dibs on anal," Isaac said quickly, mouth slipping into that lopsided grin of his. He made supplementary hand gestures. "Though, I want to be the top, not the bottom, cuz you know – "

 

"Sure," I interrupted. "We should get started, then."

 

Isaac and Marcus looked at me. "But you haven't told us what you wanted?" Marcus said.

 

"Well," I bit my lip. "I kind of wanted to try giving someone a blowjob. And to be. Uh."

 

"Fucked up the ass?" Isaac supplied, hands providing explicit visual aid.

 

"Fucked up the ass." I agreed. "Thanks Isaac."

 

He raised an eyebrow at the double entendre, still smiling. "Heh. So, what, we're... spitroasting ya?"

 

I paused. "Marcus?"

 

"Sure, why not?" He said. "I mean, Jaron, I doubt Isaac can blow me and give you buttsex." He tipped his head to the side. "Hah, I never expected to say that sentence in school."

 

"You expected to say that outside of school?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "But I guess that's true."

 

Isaac grimaced. "Anyway, it's not like I'd like to suck your dick. Don't know you well enough. No offense, Marcus."

 

"None taken," he said, cheerfully.

 

I blinked and felt at my burgeoning erection. As Marcus had said, this was surreal.

 

"Let's go, then?" I tried.

 

"Yeah –"

 

"Okay –"

 

Clothes came off. I admired Isaac's hairy barrel-chest, gorilla-like and wide as it was, and the way his hair traced down to his chubby, semi-erect cock. His balls hid behind a veritable mane of dark pubic hair – not quite unlike my own, I thought, as I involuntarily stroked at my own unshaven pubes.

 

Marcus's apparent hairlessness did extend to his pubes and armpits, in part – far less hirsute than mine or Isaac's, they were, but the accentuated nakedness was attractive. I could see that his nipples were erect. All of ours were.

 

"Here," I said to Isaac. I passed him a condom, tickled his nipple with the wrapper's tip. "Or can I put that on for you?"

 

He grinned. "Sure."

 

I tore the wrapper off, then rolled it down his shaft. I smiled up at him, flicking his balls. "Can I lick these?"

 

"Naughty boy," He said, with a theatrical shake of a finger, then returned to his usual lupine grin. "Maybe later."

 

"And, Jaron?" Marcus said. I turned to find his dick in my face. He smiled down at me, past his chest and his meaty belly. "You promised. Me first."

 

"Fine, Marcus." I said, then licked the head of his uncut cock. "There." He spread his legs wider, feet slapping on the damp tile, mouth set in a smile, and I turned back to Isaac. "Get lubed up, get in whenever you want." Before he could reply, I maneuvered from my squat so that I was presenting my ass to Isaac and supporting my weight on my knees and arms. I felt Marcus's gaze stay on my head as I begun taking him into my mouth, tonguing his cock and moving back and forth along the shaft. His hand found the back of my head, and he started grunting and panting as we found our rhythm. My dick was an iron rod. I reached a hand down there to rub at it, felt precum sticky on my fingers.

 

"Alright Jaron," I heard Isaac say, behind the roar of blood in my ears. "Say hello to my dick."

 

His dick felt massive. I gasped and slackened my hold on the cock in my mouth, turning red, and Marcus slowed down. Pulled away. "Jaron, you okay?" He asked.

 

Isaac shifted. I could feel his hands on the sides of my buttocks, his pubes brushing my ass. His voice was gruff with concern. "Should I pull out? Am I doing this right?"

 

"No," I managed. Squeezed my eyes shut. "To that first part. Yes to the second. My first time on a real dick. God, should've practiced with more fingers. Just keep going. Thanks Isaac."

 

"Okay..." Isaac said. He thrusted in further, and I let slip an actual moan.

 

I looked up at Marcus, flushing, and turned slightly back to Isaac. He stopped, but he was grinning. "Uh, heh."

 

"Please, Jaron," Marcus said. "We are supposed to be having fun, here."

 

"Yeah," Isaac added. He pulled his hips back, then thrusted in again, smirking lopsidedly as he repeated the motion continuously. "Yee haw, horsey. You like that?"

 

"God, you're such an asshole," I said, feeling my body shake with the motion. Then, "An asshole who agreed to put his awesomely big dick in my ass. I'd kiss you if I could."

 

He flushed a little, hesitating, looking down at where he was balls-deep in me. Marcus cleared his throat. "Jaron, did you forget about me?"

 

I turned back. He was squatting, chest level with my head. "What, you want a kiss too?'

 

"Sure." His breath was hot on my face. His hands steadied my head, and he smiled. "First try, and it's with you. Wasn't expecting that."

 

"Second," I breathed. I was rocking with Isaac's thrusts now, and it was a struggle to speak properly. "You have no idea how good you look without your glasses on."

 

"You're sweet," he said, and then his lips closed on mine and my tongue slid over his and we slobbered over each other, his hands on my cheeks, as Isaac pounded at me. I moaned, and gasped, and Marcus pulled away smiling, and when he showed me his dick I licked it and took it in, sucked at it and kissed it down the shaft and tongued inside his foreskin, and he grunted and took the back of my head and then I was choking on his cock, sputtering and gasping and riding Isaac.

 

We carried on, grunting, filling the air with our moans and gasps and steadily turning slick with saliva and sweat and precum, and my ass was so raw but felt so good and I felt my cum inside me, exploding nearly, and then Marcus moaned loud and arched his back and a salty, disgusting warmth filled my mouth.

 

Taste aside, it felt good. I swallowed it.

 

Isaac, hands sweaty on my shoulders, belly touching my lower back, tensed, and as Marcus pulled back and Isaac's hand slapped to the floor to steady him I tugged at my dick and came all over the floor.

 

Marcus sprawled panting in front of me, legs spread, hands stretched out behind him to support his mass. He was red in the face and chest. I felt Isaac pull out, slowly, and even though the smell and feeling of rawness was horrible I had the urge to turn around and pull him into a hug. He groaned and I heard his ass slap to the floor as the wet noise of a condom being pulled off a dick filled the room.

 

I sagged slowly into a sitting position, by Marcus, and frowned as my semen slicked my body. I motioned for Isaac to come over. "Can we just lie here together? For awhile?"

 

"Why not?" Marcus managed, crawling closer and slapping my butt. "Tired."

 

"Same," said Isaac, as I slapped Marcus back. He settled in next to me, arms wrapping around my now-sticky shoulders. He didn't mention the cum, though – he actually licked some off. "Ho, that was intense."

 

"Yeah," I said. "My ass hurts."

 

"Pssht," Marcus said, nuzzling into me, arm squeezing under me. Smirking at the string of gloppy cum that peeled off me as he moved his head away, he spoke. "Hey, Isaac, should I try doing him next time?"

 

"Sure," Isaac said, grinning wolfishly. "I definitely think that ass is a great place to stick a dick in."

 

"Aw, great," I said. "The last thing I need is a bigger dick in there."

 

Isaac stiffened at the same time as Marcus started snorting with laughter. "You think he's bigger than me?"

 

"I'm kidding," I said, and Marcus punched me in the arm. "Hey, watch it. Don't bite the ass that... fucks you? No, that doesn't work."

 

"Does this work, though?" I turned to Isaac, as he spoke. "Both of you like it, right?"

 

"You sound nervous," Marcus said. "Scared we won't agree to another time?"

 

"Hell yeah," Isaac said. "Wouldn't you be scared?"

 

"Yeah," Marcus admitted. "I kind of liked this."

 

"So, that makes two votes for a second time." Isaac and Marcus looked at me expectantly.

 

"Okay, fine." I sighed. They shared grins with each other, but I held up a finger. "On one condition."

 

They looked at each other, smiles fading. "What kind of condition?" Marcus asked.

 

"Next time," I grinned, looking them each in the eye, "I'm fucking one of you."