Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2001 15:16:30 -0400 From: Mike Hampton Subject: Two-on-One This is a true story that happened about 2 years ago. Names and some details have been changed to protect the innocent. The usual disclaimer stuff applies: Do Not Read This if you are under 18 (or the age of majority in your jurisdiction), if your jurisdiction forbids stories of this sort or if you are offended by stories of gay sex between men. TWO-ON-ONE My name is Sean. I'm 24, about 6 feet tall, with short, wavy blond hair and brown eyes. I weigh about 170 pounds, I've got what people call a swimmers build, which means I'm on the thin side, although I have real definition in my chest and 6 pack abs. My body is smooth except I've got a nice brown pubic bush, and a nice bush under each arm. My legs are pretty hairy too. People say I look a little like Chad Lowe. When I first moved here after college two years ago, I became good friends with a guy named Justin. We met at a party and started hanging out together, and then, when Justin's roommate moved away, I moved in and we became roommates. Justin is a year older than me, he's got blue eyes and dark blond hair that he keeps real short - sort of a military style buzz. He's about 6 foot 1, and built like a brick shithouse - probably weighs around 200 pounds, all his veins pop out. He's got a little hair on his chest, mostly around his silver dollar sizes nipples, which he usually shaves cause it's so little it kind of looks pathetic, and a nice treasure trail below his navel. He looks kind of like a buff Chris O'Donnell, only with shorter hair. When we first met, it was the usual straight jock guy friendship - we'd go to the gym together, play basketball, and go hit the bars at night to pick up chicks. We liked each other, talked about work and girls, but it never got very deep or below the surface. We were just 'buds.' At the time, I'd had a few experiences with guys - always with 'straight' friends - the usual get-drunk-blow-each-other-pretend-nothing-happened-in-the-morning routine. I knew I checked out guys and girls, but I was pretty sure it was either just a phase, or that most guys checked out other guys and no one was purely heterosexual. I thought Justin was pretty hot though, and we talked about sex all the time. Sex with girls that is. A few times we'd both picked up girls and brought them home together, and there were 2 times that we teamed one girl, although he and I never touched each other - just the girl. Still, the sight of his 7 inch cut dick with its big mushroom head pistoning into some girl's twat or mouth, would get me even harder. His muscles really stood out when he fucked too, and damn if I didn't want to push the girl out of the way and go down on him myself. But I didn't. Instead I jerked off thinking about him all the time. I always made it a point to be around him when he was showering or changing, just so I could see him naked. I'd even take the t-shirts he wore to the gym or to play ball from the laundry when he was out, and put them over my face while I cranked my cut 6 incher. Justin usually wore some kind of cologne- usually Georgio Armani- and the smell of that mixed with his sweat was a serious turn-on. And then one night everything changed. Justin was working as a personal trainer at the city's most posh gym while he figured out what he wanted to do with his life - he was 23 at the time, and had only been out of college a year. His schedule was pretty flexible and on days when he didn't have early morning appointments, he could sleep until 10. So he'd often smoke pot or have a few drinks on those nights - he wasn't abusing anything, but working stiffs like me usually couldn't afford to get that fucked up on weeknights. One Thursday night, however, Justin succeeded in getting me very high. We were sitting on the couch with just some Umbro shorts on, no shirts, watching a (straight) porno video - one of his clients was in the business and kept him well supplied - and we were both getting hornier and hornier. On the screen, a trashy looking Asian girl was giving head to some buff blonde guy with a big fat dick, her bright red lips bobbing up and down. "Damn, Sean, I could use some of that," he said, rubbing his bulge through his shorts. We'd seen enough of these movies together that we were comfortable being hard around each other, but we always retreated to our respective bedrooms to jerk off. "Yeah, bud, me too." I replied. "So Sean, why don't you come over here and help me out, man, I want to see your little blond head bobbing on my cock." We often teased each other like this, usual straight boy stuff, so I didn't really think anything of it. "It'd be the best head you ever got, dude." "Yeah?" Justin said, cupping his crotch his hands. "Put your money where your mouth is, boy." "Nah, you come over here," I said, joking around. And then Justin did something that blew me away. He stood up, walked over to me and thrust his crotch in my face. His hard cock was clearly visible in the shorts. "Here it is boy. It's all yours." Our joking had never gone that far. Justin had crossed a line, and I could feel the electricity, the spark in the air. I could also feel my dick get hard as a rock. "You think you can handle it?" I asked him, afraid to actually meet his gaze. "I can," he said. "Can you?" And then he thrust forward and rubbed his hard dick against my lips. "Well, let's see," I said, still not believing that his was happening. I reached out and pulled his shorts down in one fell swoop. Justin's cock bounced out and brushed my cheek. There was some pre-cum on the tip, and I licked it off, then bobbed down on it, taking about three or four inches into my mouth. His crotch smelled sweet - he obviously sprayed some cologne down there, and I pistoned up and down, trying to take more of him in my throat. After a minute or two of this, I pulled back to work on the head, running my tongue around the ridge below his fat mushroom head, and teasing him by sticking the tip of my tongue in his piss slit. I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Come on,' he said, finally making eye contact with me. "Let's get comfortable." With that, he shucked off his shorts, and I did the same. I followed his round bubble butt into his bedroom, where he lay down on his back and spread his arms out behind his head. I climbed over him, so that our dicks touched, and bent down and started kissing his face, first his eyelids then his nose and his lips. He kissed me back half-heartedly, and whispered, "No, dude," his hands pushing my shoulders lower. Figuring this was my one and only chance at him, I went to work on his nipples. Justin had very big nipples, possible from working out so much, and as I licked on them and sucked on them, I could tell they were very sensitive. He moaned slightly and his hard dick fluttered up and down against my stomach. His hands pushed my downwards again, but I stopped to get a quick lick in on the curly brown hairs under his arms. The smell was intoxicating- I loved the way Justin smelled- and my dick was soon doing its own little dance. I worked my way with my tongue from his pits back to his nipples and then down to his belly button, Justin's hands urging me lower all the time. When I got to his thick brown bush, I moved much lower - to his thighs, and began kissing and licking my way up them, rubbing my stubbled face against him, so he'd remember it was a guy doing this to him. I finally took his balls in my mouth, slowly, one at a time, while I rubbed my index finger against his taint. His balls were average size, but relatively hairless, so I was able to get both of them in my mouth at once. "Damn, that feel so fucking good," he moaned. Unable to hold out any longer, I grabbed his dick with my left hand, and slowly plunged back down on it with my mouth, sinking down slowly until I hit my gag reflex, and then working it in further, so that my nose was buried in his pubes. Justin started taking over then, grabbing my head and pumping his dick in and out of my mouth. His precum was really leaking by now and I tried to get him to slow down. I looked up from where I was laying and saw that he was covered in a fine layer of sweat, his muscles tighter than ever, the veins on his arm popping out. I slowly made my way up and down a few more times, before Justin began thrusting again like a man possessed. I grabbed his thighs to steady myself, as he continued his assault, moaning loudly as he dumped three shots of cum into my mouth. It was salty, it was Justin's and it was delicious. I swallowed most of it, and let a little run back onto his stomach, where I proceeded to lap it up. "Dude, thanks," Justin said to me, after we'd caught our breath. "I always wanted to try sex with a guy, and Sean, man, you give head better than any girl I've ever been with. You've done this before, haven't you?" "No," I lied. I didn't want him to think I was a big homo or anything. "Then how'd you get so good at it?" "I don't know," I mumbled, far too embarrassed to tell him that it was because I'd been practicing this day in my head for the past 6 months. "I just did stuff that girls have done to me that I liked, you know?" "Yeah, but damn did it feel good." "So," I asked him, looking down at my still-hard dick, "you gonna return the favor?" "No dude, sorry," he said, very matter-of-factly. "I'm not into doing that, okay? If you want to jerk off, there's some tissues and some lotion over there. And then he walked back into the living room. I jerked off laying in his bed, thinking about what we had done. And then jerked off twice in the bathroom at work the next day, and three more times when I got home that night. Justin and I were a little weird around each other then next few days - very reserved and careful, like we were walking on eggshells. I figured that night was a one-time deal and resigned myself to the memory. But three nights later, Justin called me into his room. He had obviously been getting high (he had his bhong out) and he was naked on his bed, slowly stroking a hard on. "Sean," he said, "I want you to blow me. I'm fucking horny." "And what makes you so sure I'll say yes?" "Cause you loved it, boy. I could tell. Now get on this bed and get to work, Sean, I'm dying here." He was right. I did love it. And so I scooted up onto the bed, got between his legs and sucked him for all I was worth, swallowing his load again this time, and jerking myself off as I was blowing him, so I came just before he did, something that seemed to really turn him on. "I can't believe you shot just from blowing me," he marveled. "That is so fucking hot dude." We fell into a routine, of sorts. About 3-4 times a week, sometimes more, Justin would get high and call me into his room to blow him. During our fourth session, he let me work two fingers up his hard white bubble butt, so I could massage his prostate as he came. The situation was definitely weird. Most of the time, we were regular straight jock buddies, scoping chicks, shooting hoops and otherwise hanging out. But then at night, I turned into his blow job bitch and he wasn't real romantic about it- I'd come in, blow him, and when it was over he'd thank me and send me back to my room. This went on for 4 or 5 months, and I have to admit I was pretty happy about it. I loved sucking Justin off, and I was getting really good at it- if he was into it, which he usually was, I could keep our sessions going for a half hour or longer. Then one night, while I was blowing him, Justin reached behind me and started playing with my ass. He put a little lotion on his finger and worked it into my hole, which made me suck him that much harder, especially once he started sliding a second and then a third finger up my chute. "I want to fuck you tonight Sean," he announced. I was seriously turned on, but also kind of shocked- both at the request and at how straightforward Justin was being. "Get up on your knees dude," he said, pulling his fingers out of my hole and slapping my ass. I got up on my knees and Justin got behind me. "Go easy Justin, remember, you're taking my cherry." "I know, buddy, I know. It's not like I've never done this with a chick. That's why I was loosening you up with my fingers." He reached into his night table and pulled out a bottle of WET, coating his dick with it, and then using the same three fingers to work it into my ass. It felt nice the way his fingers slid right in this time. "You ready man?" he asked, running his dick up and down my crack a few times before I felt the head pressing at my hole. "Now just relax and push back like you're taking a dump, okay?" "Yeah," I muttered. As turned on as I was, I was scared it was going to hurt. And while I'd thought about Justin all the time when I jerked off, getting plowed by him wasn't usually the main feature. "Relax, buddy," he said quietly, rubbing his hands across my back and shoulders. "It's me, man. I'm not going to hurt you, okay? No way do I want to hurt my buddy Sean. You're my best boy, right?" As he was rubbing my shoulders and talking to me, he was slowly pushing his dick into my hole. I pushed back and the head made its way past my sphincter. "That's the hard part, Sean," he said, patting my back as if I'd just sunk a three-pointer. "Now just get used to it for a minute, and soon I'm going to be fucking you nice and good." True to his word, Justin soon began a nice, slow steady stroke in and out of my ass. It didn't really hurt, although it did feel uncomfortable at first, like I had to take a really big dump and I couldn't get it out. But that soon changed over to pleasure as he picked up the pace. I could feel myself getting hard, and grabbed the lube off the bed and started to stroke myself as Justin pumped me, squeezing his dick with my ass muscles as he moved in and out. "Damn Sean, you are a pro," he moaned, and shifted positions slightly so that his helmet head rubbed against my g-spot. A few more strokes and I was shooting all over the covers in what had to be the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. "Fuck!" I moaned. "Fuck!" "Sean- you shot dude?" Justin asked, with surprising disbelief. "Yeah," I moaned. "Fuck, that is so fucking hot, man! You shot from me fucking you! That is so fucking hot!" Justin picked up the pace and really began slamming my ass, moaning louder and louder as his orgasm grew nearer. Finally, he let out one final shout and pulled out, shooting his wad all over my back and my hair. "Man," he said, collapsing on my back. "That was fucking hot. I can't believe you creamed from me fucking you. Damn!" He ran his fingers through my hair, stopping long enough to rub the cum in, then jumped up and slapped my ass. "Come on man, let's hit the showers and then get some pizza or something. I've got the munchies something awful." The routine started again. Justin would fuck me at least twice a week, sometimes twice a day, but otherwise treat me like nothing was different. It was the same every time. I'd smell the bhong in action, and within a half hour, he'd call out "Sean, come in here, man. I want to fuck you." Just like that, as if it was the most natural, common thing in the world. I was loving it though. I realized now that I was bi, and while I still occasionally dated and/or screwed girls, I knew that nothing gave me a more intense orgasm than the ones I had while Justin was inside me. Sometimes I'd shoot twice while he was fucking me- he called it giving me multiple orgasms- and it was hot as all hell. The only thing that was a little worrisome was the Justin was getting cockier and cockier when we were together. After about a month, he stopped pulling out when he came and started shooting inside me. Neither practice was at all safe, and while Justin always wore condoms with girls (as far as I knew) I wasn't one hundred percent sure what he was up to otherwise. At the time I didn't think twice about it, but looking back in retrospect, it was pretty stupid and I am very lucky. He really got off on shooting inside me too. He'd tell me he wanted to "breed me," or as he was coming, he'd whisper in my ear "I want to get you pregnant Sean, I want you to take my seed." We switched to him fucking me with me on my back most of the time, and as he got close to orgasming, he'd grab my head and start sucking face with me really passionately, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as quick as his tongue did. I loved it too, loved how I could feel his cum when he shot inside me, and how good it felt when we made out, like the whole act was something more than just mechanical. I became a good bottom too, keeping a supply of Fleets in my bathroom that I used whenever I smelled the bhong in action, so I'd be clean when we went at it, and also making sure we always had plenty of Wet. The hottest session I ever had with Justin though, happened about 8 months after he started fucking me. We were hanging out one day, when his friend Brandon stopped by. Brandon and Justin knew each other from the gym, Brandon was a really hot Jewish guy who was working at the gym as a trainer part time to make some extra cash while he was in law school. He was definitely the hottest of Justin's friends too, and he was always very friendly to me. I was 22 then, and Brandon, who was 25, seemed much older. He was about 6 foot 2, with wavy dark brown hair and big brown eyes. He looked a lot like a young Warren Beatty, only he was much more buff- not as defined as Justin (few people are) but definitely cut and solid- I'd say he weighed around 210 or 220 and had nice broad shoulders and a v-shape. He had a hairy chest too, not too hairy though, probably the same amount as Matt Dillon or Ben Affleck, with nice big dark pink nipples. The three of us went out to play basketball, we had a bunch of good games, including a 5 on 5 "shirts and skins" full court with some other guys from the neighborhood, and I was definitely getting turned on watching Justin and Brandon get all sweaty. Especially Brandon since I'd never seen him without a shirt on. After the game, Brandon was going to split, since he had nothing to change into. "Dude," Justin said, "just grab a shower here, man. I'll give you a pair of Umbros to wear and you can free ball it until you get home." With a little encouragement from me, Brandon agreed, and soon we were all hanging out in just our shorts, digging into some good Chinese food and a six-pack. Halfway through the meal, Justin pulled out his bhong, and pretty soon we were all high as well. I couldn't keep my eyes off of Brandon though, he looked so hot with his shirt off, with his big shoulders and arms. He had straight hair under his arms that grew pretty thick and a nice treasure trail on his stomach. Plus, every so often I could make out the outline of his cock inside Justin's old shorts. Justin caught me checking Brandon out a few times, and winked at me the last time, a move that left me kind of puzzled. "So Brandon," Justin said. "Remember that guy Keith I used to train?" "The porno king?" "Yeah, him. He's fucking loaded dude. But anyway, he was always giving me free videos from his company and all." "Yeah?" Brandon said, looking a little embarrassed. "You still have them?" "Damn straight," Justin replied. "You think we should crack some out for our guest here, Sean?" "Sure," I said, as a warm feeling spread over me. I knew exactly what Justin was thinking. Well, sort of, anyway. "Let me get some out," I said, "and Brandon can pick one he wants." "It's okay," Brandon laughed, again seeming a little embarrassed. "Why don't you guys just put in a really hot one." Justin went to the closet where he kept them and came back with one that featured a lot of sucking and butt fucking (heterosexual sucking and butt fucking, that is.) He'd once watched it while he was fucking me and it seemed to really turn him on. We did another round of bhong hits and Justin fast forwarded to "the good stuff." We were talking and joking at first, but pretty soon Justin and I were stiff as boards. Brandon too, but he was sitting to try and hide it. "Dude, it's cool if you have a woody," Justin told him. "Really Brandon, you'd have to be dead to watch this shit and not get horned up." "That's cool," he said, and relaxed back into the chair. "I am so fucking horny." His dick stood straight up inside the shorts. It looked to be about as long as Justin's, but the (obviously) circumcized head looked a whole lot thicker. I must have been staring too long, because Brandon looked over at me and said, "You like that Sean?" "It's pretty damn big," I said, a little embarrassed to be caught, but even more turned on by what might have been starting. "Like a beer can," Brandon joked, grabbing it through his shorts. "Shit," he laughed, " I shouldn't touch it. I'm so horny, I might not be able to let go." On the 52-inch TV screen, a blond girl with huge triple-D tits was giving some young guy a blow job. The camera came in for a close-up as her tongue flickered over the head of his cock. "Damn, that'd feel good," Brandon said. "Why don't you let Sean do that for you, B?" Justin asked. "He loves to suck my cock and looks like he'd love to suck yours." If I wasn't so stoned I might have said something or even hit Justin. But as it was, I just said there, stunned. "Yeah, right," Brandon snickered. "I'm telling you, he does man," Justin insisted. "Sean, you tell him." Brandon looked up at me from the recliner where he was sitting. "Yeah, I do," I heard myself say. My voice must have been shaking as much as my body. "Let me take care of you." "I'm not gay man." "Neither am I," said Justin. "But Sean gives the best head you've ever had. He does me like 3 or 4 times a week." "Shit, no wonder you're always smiling." He looked over at me again. "Thanks anyway dude, but I don't think I could handle it." "Brandon man," Justin continued. "I know you haven't had any in at least a month, you been so busy studying for tests and all. You must be dying for it. Just let Sean take care of you. You can pretend it's Tiffany Titties or whatever her name is that's gnawing on your bone." "I-I can't man." "Hey, just watch how good he does me," Justin said, as if I weren't even in the room. "Sean, come over here and give this man a demo." Despite myself, my legs carried me over to where Justin was standing in front of Brandon. I got down on my knees, pulled Justin's green shorts down and started licking Justin's cock up and down, finally taking the head into my mouth. "Holy shit," Brandon said. "I can't believe this is happening. You guys do this a lot? "All the time," Justin said. "It feels so fucking good too, B. Sean gives the most amazing head. Why don't you just try some?" I was getting more and more turned on by the way Justin was talking about me. So turned on, that I reached over and started rubbing Brandon's cock through his shorts. He tried to push my hand away, but I kept it there, and he stopped, letting me reach inside the waistband a rub his dick. I slowly pulled off of Justin and turned towards Brandon, pulling his shorts down below his balls and swallowing as much of his fat cock as I could get down. "Ohhh, maaannn." Brandon moaned as he lifted his hips up to let me slide his shorts off. His crotch smelled delicious, just sweet and clean. I ran my tongue around the thick head and tasted his pre-cum. Brandon's dick was just a little shorter than Justin's, but it was much thicker around. I had to open my mouth very, very wide to get him in, and I wasn't sure how I was going to get him in my throat. His cock tasted so good though, I wanted to have it all, so I slowly eased my head down on it, loosening up my throat, so that soon my nose was buried in his thick black pubes. "He's got you down to the root, dude!" I heard Justin exclaim. "Didn't I tell you this guy was an amazing cocksucker?" "Yeah... shit" Brandon moaned. "No chick has ever gotten me all the way down like that. I never thought... I mean Sean is like a babe magnet." "Yeah, he still gets pussy," Justin said. "He only does this for me... and now you." I continued my assault on Brandon's cock, licking the shaft like a lollipop and sucking gently on his big heavy balls. I ran my hands up his chest, raking the hair with my fingers and pinching his nipples. Brandon responded by running his fingers through my hair and rubbing my back. I pulled his legs apart and licked at his taint and his hole, feeling him squirm with pleasure as my tongue worked is way into the pink. I'd heard Justin leave the room and was aware that he'd just come back in when I heard Brandon ask him "Now what are you up to Justin?" "You'll see," he said, and then felt another hot flash run through me as I heard the now-familiar splish-splash of Justin applying lube to his cock. "Sean has other talents," he said, and then yanked my shorts down to my knees and off. I felt him crawl between my legs and then felt some cold lube at my hole, followed by the head of his cock. A few seconds later, Justin was inside me, pumping away. "You're fucking him?" Brandon asked, the slightly hysterical tone of his voice giving away how freaked out he was. "And he's giving you head, B. So what? Sean has the nicest, tightest ass here, man and it feels a whole lot better than any pussy and a hell of a lot better than my right hand." Justin began pumping away. I couldn't believe I there in my living room, on my knees, with one of my dream studs in my mouth and the other in my ass. My cock was leaking pre-cum without me even touching it. "Dude, Brandon, man, you have to try this," Justin moaned, picking up the pace of his fucking a little. "It's just so nice and tight and sweet." "It's Sean's ass, Justin." "Yeah, and you're fucking his mouth, Brandon. Come on, you have to try it, I'm telling you, it's the best screw you'll ever have." "I don't know..." "Come on man, you don't know what you're missing." I wanted Brandon in me bad. I picked my ass up in the air and started squeezing Justin's cock with my butt muscles. Justin moaned theatrically and told Brandon "he does things with his ass to your cock that you won't believe. Come on man, you've got to try it." "What the fuck," Brandon sighed. "You cool with that Sean?" "Yeah, Brandon," I said, looking up at his big brown eyes. "I really want you to fuck me." "Damn," he chuckled and Justin pulled out of me to give his friend room. "See, put some of this lube on," Justin told him. "And then just go in slow at first. Let him get used to it. Then just pump away. He can handle it." I felt Brandon's hairy chest against my back, as he moved himself into place. He put the head of his cock against my hole. "Let him push back on you Brandon," Justin called from the sink, where he was washing himself off. "You're fucking beer can thick, so let him take it." I wanted Brandon in me really bad, so I pushed back against his cock and felt it pop into my ass. He was much thicker than Justin, and it felt a little weird at first- I felt very full, but as he pumped, it felt incredible- he was rubbing against my g-spot with every stroke and I was leaking pre-cum by the bucket. "You okay with that?" Brandon asked me as he started to pick up the pace? "It feels great Brandon. Just keep fucking me," I moaned. "Feels awesome for me too man." "See, I told you, B," Justin gloated, as he came over and ran his cock along my lips. I opened up and inhaled him. Soon we had a rhythm going, Brandon and Justin were moving in and out at the same pace, and I was feeling hotter and more turned on than I ever had in my life. After about 15 minutes, Justin tried turning me on my back so Brandon could fuck me that way while Justin sat on my chest and fed me his dick. After a little bit of that, Brandon said he liked the original position better, so we switched back. I was in heaven, getting fucked at both ends by these two studs. Another 15 minutes went by, and I felt Brandon slow down. "What's the matter dude?" Justin asked him. "I'm gonna cum soon." "So?" "So I don't want to shoot inside him." "Fuck that. I shoot inside him all the time. I tell him I want to impregnate him." "Okay," Brandon moaned. "I don't think I can hold out much longer." With that, he started ramming my ass, driving his fat cock in and out as I clenched my butt cheeks and gave him more resistance. Justin started fucking my face harder at the same time. "Ohhh maaan!" Brandon cried out as stream after stream of his hot cum filled my hole. As Brandon was cumming, Justin grunted and shot his wad down my throat. I pulled off to catch some on my tongue and twirled it around my mouth. Brandon gave one final thrust that rode over my prostate and that was all it took. I started spasming and shooting all over the place. Only my hand hadn't been anywhere near my cock. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had, and my whole body was shaking. "Did you see that Brandon?" Justin asked. "Yeah. Did I do that to him?" "We both did. Shit. Did you like that Sean?" "Yeah, " I told him, still gasping for air. "It was fucking incredible." "That's my boy," Just said, slipping his arm around me, as we sat back down on the sofa buck naked to watch the rest of the movie, Brandon's cum slowly dripping out of my ass onto the leather cushion. Brandon moved back to the recliner and I could tell he was getting weirded out by what he'd done. He split about an hour later, and more or less stopped coming by our house after that. I blew Justin again after Brandon left - he didn't want to fuck me since he said I'd be too loose after Brandon was in me. Justin and I lived together and fucked constantly for another four months after that, but it just got too weird pretending to be straight all the time, so I moved out and on to other adventures. But my first years here will always be etched in my memory.