Date: Wed, 14 Oct 2015 16:11:12 +0100
From: hgv@me.com
Subject: 'Adonis Trio'

Disclaimer - the events in this story, while based on real experiences, are
intended as erotic fiction - names have been changed and events airbrushed
for narrative purposes. This piece should be considered age restricted for
explicit sexual content.


This is also my first submission to Nifty. Feedback most welcome: hgv@me.com



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I'm Dominic, I live in the North of the UK, in a city with a couple of
seedy gay bars but no other scene to speak of. Fortunately, the digital age
means a person need not be celibate for want of nightlife. I used to call
it `scratching the gay itch', but became increasingly disinterested in sex
with women and increasingly interested in the pleasures of men as I entered
my 20s.


Now, at 27, I'm in the best shape of my life - tall with a naturally lean
build, I've been training like a demon and reached a middling weight with
decent muscles and great definition; topped off by a youthful, pointy face
with thick, dark hair and green eyes. I still sleep with the occasional
girl when they turn my head and I can make it happen, but most of my sex
life is spent entwined with various short-term male partners and the
occasional boyfriend.


One night about six months ago I got talking with a great looking guy: Luke
- 25, pale, black hair, blue eyes and a smooth, defined body - who, after
the usual slightly cagey, mischievous chatter, asked if I'd be interested
in a threesome with him and his housemate. He sent photos: at 33, Chris had
a hint of salt and pepper in his hair and wasn't as ripped as Luke, but
still had a muscular and attractive body, tan like me, with a lightly
furred chest and very shapely arse.


Accepting, naturally, I headed round to their house later that evening.
Casually dressed in shorts, vest and sandals - to spare the sock fumble - I
knocked at the pleasant suburban townhouse. Luke answered and, having been
riled up with naked pictures and crude texting earlier, we exchanged a
brief smile and cursory greeting before pouncing on each other and locking
mouths. He didn't have a shirt on, only a pair of jogging bottoms, so I
immediately started exploring his firm chest and stomach - both glacially
smooth - like the arse I was cupping with my other hand.


Losing myself in the kiss, eyes closed and hands occupied, tongue dancing,
I'd almost forgotten about Chris - that is until I felt his strong hands
encircling my waist from behind, slip into the waistband of my shorts and
start to fondle my balls. I was moaning lightly and very aroused by this
point. Luke broke our kiss and, in tandem, he and Chris slipped the vest
over my head. Luke's eyes widened as he enjoyed the sight of my torso,
Chris looking with equal lust at the v-line leading down to my growing
bulge. Luke attacked my chest, dragging his tongue along the smooth skin,
then encircling my nipples, which responded quickly - hardening into peaks
as I bucked gently.


Chris started kissing me while Luke enjoyed my body. I returned the kiss
with force - the sensations primal and raw - I always felt so alive in the
grip of a new body, new sensations, new moves... and these two were certainly
putting their best show on. Luke had forewarned me they liked to play a
little kinky, which I wasn't particularly experienced in besides the odd
blindfold and ropes - not through prudery, just circumstance - so I jumped
at the chance to explore with this sexy pair. Their fuckbuddy... open
relationship... whatever... let them do as they pleased - I'd been sent photos
of a bed with a headboard which slid up to be used as stocks; but won't
spoil all the surprises. Suffice it to say nothing had been discussed which
made me recoil, and I was in for a hell of an evening.


The sensations of two people exploring your body simultaneously can get so
intense as to be damn-near overwhelming. Luke was on his knees behind me,
stroking up and down my smooth legs, flicking his fingers up the loose
shorts I wore, brushing my ass. Keeping my eyes closed, still kissing Chris
while rubbing his stacked and firm chest as he did the same. My body and
brain were on fire, I hadn't had a threesome in months and never one this
unreserved from the start.


Luke deftly unbuckled my belt from behind and let my shorts fall, leaving
me wearing a jockstrap - and exposing my proud, firm ass to his
increasingly hot-blooded gaze. Chris grabbed at the bulge now barely
contained in the jockstrap's webbed pouch - it being designed more for show
than sport - his eyes ravenous. Chris led me upstairs, but Luke stopped us
halfway up the flight:


"Your arse looks sculpted, the way it moves makes me want to..."


With that, I felt him grab both pert cheeks; gently, almost reverently,
spreading the taut and glassy flesh to reveal the equally smooth valley
within. I heard a sharp intake of breath, then Luke aggressively licked his
way from the back of my dangling balls, straight and true in one confident
motion, up to the small of my back. The force he applied shocked and
thrilled, the intensity of sensation emanating from every point his tongue
hit made my back arch, legs spread - still perched on the stairs. Chris was
enjoying the show and reached out to tweak my nipples, making me lurch
forward and reattach my mouth to his, while Luke ran his tongue up and down
like a wild thing.


I nearly came into my jockstrap, it felt akin to being strapped into a
sexual electric chair - incredible sensations coursing through my body as
these hunks went to town on me. Managing a brief moment's reflection, I
thought:


`Damn, we're not even naked yet'


Apparently Chris had a similar thought, and gently encouraged us on, to a
warm and softly lit bedroom, where a massage table sat in pride of place by
the incredible bed of stocks I'd seen photos of earlier. Seeing my eyes
linger on the headboard restraints, Luke gently slapped my ass, cupping a
cheek and brushing a finger against the entrance in one skilled motion,
making me shudder as he said said:


"Maybe later"


At least, I think that's what he said, as I was damn near lost to
sensation, and he started tonguing my ear as he spoke. Chris, meanwhile,
clearly wanted to get us naked and the massage started, so he slid my
jockstrap down and looked on in delight as my dick finally sprang loose
from the stretchy material. Its seven inches and solid thickness obviously
pleased Chris, as he immediately set about licking at the shaft, saving the
sizeable head for seconds.


Erections come in stages, and mine was at the point of being almost
uncomfortably hard from the sheer intensity of this attention, so turned on
was I by these guys. Chris continued gleefully licking at my cock, now
including the head in his lavish attention, while Luke explored wantonly. I
almost worried about control, but this wasn't their first rodeo - they were
edging me and could read my bucking, twitching body - they knew when I was
getting close or the pleasure was too much and, without saying a word,
would change pressure, speed; or move elsewhere.


We dialled it back and finally got to the massage table. They positioned me
facedown and slipped on a blindfold - and a damn good one, I couldn't see
any light whatsoever. My dick had softened a little, angling it downwards
while adjusting my shaved balls, I spread my legs slightly to keep the
whole undercarriage in full view. Even when naked and involved in an
increasingly intense threesome, some of us simply have a stronger
exhibitionist streak than others. I felt a finger gently tickling at my
exposed crack, I guessed Luke, he was fast becoming transfixed on my ass,
while I suspected that was Chris's tongue - hot, wet and eager against my
dangling balls, winding around the ample sack to get at my engorged cock.


Apparently remembering they had a masterplan, suddenly all sensations
stopped and I heard the soft slithering of two pairs of joggers being
pulled down. It had been apparent at a glance that neither guy had
underwear on, now we were all naked. I heard them breathing heavily as they
stepped close to the sides of the padded and draped table, hands
millimetres away, gliding over me - static crackling between them and my
skin. Knowing their erections must be near my hands, I reached out and
coiled my fingers gently around their hard and throbbing members:


`Two can play this edging game, you sexy bastards'


I thought, starting to work the silken-smooth dicks either side of me with
varying grip and speed. I suspected Luke was to the right, he'd looked the
larger of the pair in photos - a bit thicker than me and a solid eight with
no hair at all; nice low-hangers like mine - though smaller - whereas my
left hand surely had a hold on Chris's gorgeous, ridiculously thick six
inches and gargantuan balls. Held tight to his body by a smooth sack, they
looked ready to pop out - the whole package crowned with a neat porno bush.
While I tried to catch the guys up to my heightened state of arousal, they
set to work on me all over again. As the massage began in earnest they kept
moving around until I couldn't tell who was where - and the things they
started to do to me... naked and sightless, with two pairs of hands damn near
worshiping my every fibre and sinew, I quickly lost the ability to do much
other than moan and writhe in ecstasy.


They had some kind of oil on their hands, but it must have been designed
for sex because it wasn't stopping either of them being very liberal with
their mouths. It's hard to describe four hands and two tongues at work on
you at once, while blindfolded, but on the scale of erotic sensation it has
to sit very high. With no idea where they'll go next, and the varying
pressure and motion from so many directions my nervous system was
beautifully confused and every patch of skin attained hair-trigger
sensitivity. Having traced their fingers gently up my legs and arms, back
and forth, fast and slow, suddenly adding hot or cold breath, I was
tingling with bliss. Rolled swiftly onto my back, these expert attentions
continued, focused mostly on my torso - invisible hands kneading the
muscles in my chest, tracing the lines of my stomach muscles and hips. I
gasped and recoiled as I felt a sharp tickle roll up my inner thigh, like a
metallic spider.


"Relax"


Said Luke, voice alight with erotic mischief. Lifting my blindfold briefly,
he showed me a small wheel covered in spikes, the object he had rolled
across my thigh - adding another quivering note to the already wild tremors
rattling my body. Nodding, he replaced the blindfold and they continued,
occasionally brushing this fantastic little toy on a nipple, my lower
stomach, up my twitching erection, making me moan all the louder and writhe
even more fiercely, to their evident delight.


Flipped back over onto my front, I felt something large and hot near my
face, and was aware of one of them looming over me, as hands slid down my
back to start working at my glutes with more pressure, encouraging them
apart to view the prizes between my spread and willing legs. The other's
hands were slipping their way up my calves, one stopping on a thigh as the
other cupped my balls and I felt a hot, wet tongue resume the assault on my
cock, still snaking down my thigh but almost too hard to maintain that
position. Sticking out my tongue and turning my head allowed me to gobble
up the dick throbbing and leaking against my face. Straightening my neck, I
let this long silken beauty slide straight down to the shaved base, feeling
the head pulsing in my neck as I swallowed to massage it. Smooth & long,
had to be Luke, I heard that sharp gasp of his as I deepthroated the
impressive piece - and felt his fingers dig into my ass, an oiled digit
slipping inside, making me moan around the dick lodged in my throat,
encouraging him to go deeper and add another finger.


Rising to my knees to arch my back caused Luke's cock to pop out my mouth
and mine to escape Chris's - it snapped up and hit my stomach with a
gratifying wet sound - though Luke wasn't removing those fingers, which
pleased me mightily, even as they coaxed me from the table and onto the
bed.


"I have to fuck your arse"


Said Luke, singularly focussed. Flipping me onto my back, he dragged me to
the edge of the bed and I obligingly lifted my hips for a pillow as he
pushed back my knees and mumbled:


"One more taste..."


And dove down between my legs, hands slithering up and down the burnished,
oiled skin as his face found its target - again his brutally lustful tongue
dragged, raked over the most sensitive areas of my body with unflinching
desire - alternating quick short strokes and long stabs, lingering, slow
laps and forceful probing motions he excavated that entire hollow; leaving
me euphoric, sweating, eyes rolling while I groaned assorted profanities
and blasphemed under my breath.


Chris meanwhile had kneeled on the bed and presented me with his beautiful
dick; I could barely get the head in my throat, fortunately that was about
as far as it went before my nose hit his neat bush. He obviously wasn't
accustomed to the sensation of a throat round a girth most guys would
struggle with, but I was making him issue almost as much guttural noise as
Luke's expert rimming was wringing out of me. Moans were vibrating my
throat around Chris's damn-near plumb size head, while I had to make do
with using my tongue to massage the underside of the log jam in my mouth -
little else was physically possible, but Chris was clearly happy - head
thrown back, mouth open, eyes closed, one hand running across his own
powerful torso while the other examined my body; tweaking a nipple or
rubbing my cock.


I had to leave Chris to his own devices before too long, Luke couldn't hold
off any longer and, after another of his trademark long, deep strokes I
felt his tongue cease its fine work, leaving me desperate for more. Luke
didn't keep me waiting. Lining up that masterly dick of his, a light thrust
saw the bulbous head slide inside me - I felt myself tighten around him,
felt the responsive twitch in his dick as my ass welcomed it - allowing him
to slide further, deeper - I was moaning and yelling at the top of my
voice:


"Oh fuck, oh yes, more, deeper; please, slow for now..."


He knew he was big, and went easy until I felt his smooth balls resting
against me, felt that buttery smooth patch of skin at the base press
against me. Bingo. Luke wore a supremely content expression; collecting
himself, he whispered:


"Jesus wept, it feels even better than it looks, this is incredible. Check
Chris out..."


Looking over, Chris was still on the bed, slowly enjoying that unreasonably
thick cock of his while inserting a brightly coloured something into
himself - it was hot to watch, especially with Luke buried to the hilt in
me. I was distracted from Chris's autoerotic timeout by Luke starting to
pull back. I think I surprised him by growling:


"Go for it"


He arched an eyebrow and grinned wickedly. Pulling back to leave only his
head inside me, he rammed his entire length back into me with such force
that my back almost broke, I arched that far. A bestial sound emanated from
us both as he set off fireworks that rippled through me, I gasped and
whimpered as he repeated the move, more power, faster - the waves of
pleasure billowing as eight thick inches of lustrous dick ploughed into my
willing ass. He kept increasing the pace, biceps bunched holding my legs
up, smooth chest taut, faultless abs meshing like carved ivory clockwork as
they powered his amazing cock in and out of me - each thrust hitting my
prostrate just so, pushing me even closer to the brink of climax with
another burst of sensation.


Luke stopped, making me scowl, but I quickly realised the next stage of
their scheme. Pulling out, drawing a gasp from my sweating face, Luke
motioned me to the stocks built into the bedhead. They slid up easily,
allowing us to quickly secure Chris's dense forearms in the wrist
restraints, leaving his head free and body tucked into an extremely
inviting position, ready to take it doggy style. The sight of his arched
back and smooth, tan and shapely ass parting temptingly as his sizeable
glutes flexed in this vulnerable position stirred something in me. Winking
in the centre was the toy he'd inserted while watching Luke pound away at
me. Reaching out, I deftly grasped and removed the object, yielding a
satisfying pop and leaving Chris's handsome face looking hungrily over his
shoulder.


Opening my own legs to straddle Chris, I took my now almost painfully hard
cock and teased him briefly with it, but couldn't resist for long, and soon
buried the aching head deep into Chris with one long stroke - my instincts
and the animalistic battering Luke had just given me suggested he could
take it. I was right, he moaned in erotic delight, pressing his face into
the bed, fingernails scrabbling at the headboard as the stocks kept him
still, prisoner to the healthy rhythm I was building - though I suspected I
wouldn't be left to my own devices for long, as Luke was once again cupping
and kneading my ass, breathing dirty talk in my ear:


"This is the tightest, smoothest, firmest little bubble arse I've ever
seen."


I felt his dick, still ready to resume its interrupted pillaging, probe at
me as I thrust in and out of Chris. Keeping this up for a minute, Luke
lulled me into relaxing even as I kept fucking Chris - who by this point
was enjoying my vigorous jackhammering so much he had his eyes closed and
was drooling lightly onto the pillow and headboard, leaking at a remarkable
rate from his thick cock, the puddle was visible and I could feel the
bullish testicles, desperate to pop. Shoving myself deep into Chris, harder
than before, Luke took the chance to break his teasing rhythm and do the
exact same to me - taking my hips and powering his entire length deep
inside me.


My back contorted, head thrown back in delirium, dick forcing even further
into Chris, the feel of his rhythmic muscles sending jolts through my
manhood - combining with the rapturous sensation oscillating from my ass.
All three of us had to pause for a moment, to process the sheer sexual
fulfilment we were all feeling. Taking a measure of control, I resumed my
slide in and out of Chris, Luke hardly had to do anything, letting me fuck
myself in tandem - his long, thick dick naturally slipping in and out as I
picked up the pace once more - repeating the double wave of delight with
every thrust. This was making my cock twitch inside Chris, I could feel the
head nudging his prostrate and the flash of reaction through his every
muscle - it was too much for the consummate bottom. Hands still restrained,
I felt his orgasm build and pulse through his unfeasibly thick cock - I
started counting the feel of the jets as those powerful glutes clenched in
time, but he gasped:


"Stop, stop!"


Clearly he was too sensitive to carry on, so I withdrew, dislodging Luke -
both desperate for our own orgasms at this point we quickly unlatched the
stocks and left Chris to free himself. Pushing Luke back on the bed, I
swiftly mounted his cock, sliding triumphantly down that incredible shaft
and feeling that impossible fulness and satisfaction once more, my mind
addled and body screaming for release, I didn't have to ride Luke for long
before I felt it coming. Grinning, he performed a gymnastic feat - grabbing
my waist, getting his feet flat and knees bent, somehow levering me upwards
while staying inside me, turning me around with minimal cooperation until
he had me doggy style. This was my favourite position, but I couldn't help
him get me into it - the sensation of his bulging head rotating inside my
ass was adding another peak to the euphoria I already felt.


With a few aggressive strokes, I felt my balls spontaneously draw up and
that unstoppable tension rise through my dick. My ass flexed around Luke,
driving him over the brink. That commanding dick of his pulsed a couple of
times and, almost exactly in sync, I came all over the bed as Luke fired
volley after volley inside me. It was among the most intense orgasms of my
life; the warm, content feeling utterly beautiful, I didn't want Luke to
withdraw from me, and apparently he didn't either. I felt his cock
deflating slightly, but he wasn't going anywhere.


Chris was sat on the bed, watching lustily, recovered from his orgasmic
high he looked ready for more. Like a junky, so was I, despite one of the
best and most intense fucks of my life, I needed another dose - and
stronger. Apparently, they had the same idea. Luke was still inside me, and
within minutes I could feel him returning to life. Rolling around again, he
positioned us on the edge of the bed, me on top, reverse cowboy style and
still buried in me, not as hard as before and blessedly so, given what they
had in mind next. Chris took my legs and pushed them up, supporting my
weight and rubbing his bulbous six inches against my stretched out hole. I
finally clicked - well, I'd said I wouldn't mind trying this - and they'd
served up a fantasy smorgasbord so far, why not have a go?


"If you want to stop anytime, just say"


Said Chris, as he lined up that impossibly thick piece of his with my
already well-filled arse. Luke kept still, trying to keep his cock from
getting too hard and preventing Chris entering. Their being a little soft
and pliable allowed Chris to slide his engorged head inside me, next to
Luke's beautiful, long shaft. There was some resistance, but once that
first hurdle was passed, I relaxed a lot more into the double penetration.
They'd timed this perfectly, to get me at my most relaxed and themselves at
just the right time - earlier, with both their gorgeous members fully
erect, there'd have been no chance. Now, as they got back to that state, I
felt stretching in ways I'd never imagined possible and a rush that nearly
made me black out.


If I thought I'd felt ecstasy before, it was nothing like this. As Chris
picked up his pace, Luke started to alternate with him, one sliding out a
little as the other forced his way back in. I was panting, gasping for air,
clutching the sheets, body flexing and writhing, it was more than I could
stand - but I didn't want it to stop. Apparently this was too much for the
them, as well - I sensed convulsions as both dicks pulsed - firing in
unison as I stroked my own cock, once, twice - and orgasmed again, firing
in high arcs, splashing my chest and Luke's face over my shoulder.


In a state of near-collapse, they both eased out of me, gentle and careful
- all thoroughly sated and utterly spent. We collapsed in a knot of
sweating limbs and heavy breathing, slept for an hour, then I showered and
went home. That wouldn't be my last escapade with Luke and Chris.


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Thanks. Might do another chapter on this or something different.


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