It was a dark and stormy night

When he was done, Tim released me from his embrace and started to massage my neck and shoulders. I felt Mike lightly grasp my cock. It is as if a bolt of lightning had hit it. I gasped. Tim continued his massage and Mike just held it. Mike seemed to know when I was under control again. His head moved forward and with the tip of his tongue he licked my cock. It was like pins and needles of pleasure and pain radiating out from the touch of his tongue. Tim shifted his position until he was tight behind me. I could feel his erection pressing into the crack of my ass. He wasn’t trying to fuck me. He was just trapping his cock between the cheeks of my ass and his belly. As Mike continued to lick I started to sweat. Mike seemed to pay a lot of attention to that area just under the head of my cock where the foreskin is attached. His tongue was warm and when he started on the slit that I piss from it felt like he was trying to get inside me and possess me. He changed tactics. He started licking the underside starting at my nuts and sweeping his warm tongue up along the underside clear to the tip. By now I was starting to pant. Tim’s body had trapped enough of my perspiration on my back and in the crack of my ass so that as I rocked back and forth he slipped up and down me. Mike took me in his mouth. He just held me there. I could feel the warm breath from his nostrils in my pubic hair. When I stop rocking, he started. His head bobbed slowly back and forth. He applied almost no pressure. His mouth was a warm tunnel. I started to move, to try and go down that tunnel, to look for the joy and pleasure which were at the end of it. I didn’t know if it would keep the darkness at bay. I just wanted to find it. Tim wrapped his arms lightly around my shoulders, his hands crossing in front. With his left hand he rubbed and pinched my right nipple and with his right my left. Mike slowly picked up the pace and started to apply a little more pressure. Tim and I responded. He was like a conductor of a well trained orchestra. 

Where he went Tim and I followed. He was headed for the climax of the number and we had little choice but to follow him. Tim laid his head on my shoulder. He was grunting. I threw my head back. There we were, the three of us in perfect time. Tim was dry fucking me, Mike was sucking me and I could do nothing but respond to them. Eric had never been this good, never came close to making me achieve this plateau. I had had no idea this level of sexual stimulation even existed. Every nerve was stretched. Every emotion expanded. My body was on fire. Mike again picked up the pace and increased the pressure. Tim and I matched him. My testicles felt as though they were being squeezed in a vise, that someone was slowly turning the handle trying to cause them to burst and release their load. I knew the end was near. I was torn. If it didn’t end soon, I would collapse. Yet, I wanted it to last forever. I was exalted. It was if I was standing on the top of a mountain and the universe was opening before me. Tim was biting my shoulder and growling. His arms tightly clenched around me. I wondered where he got the strength to squeeze so hard. Mike increased the pressure. I felt as though I couldn’t get enough air. My chest was heaving, trying to draw in the precious oxygen needed to sustain me. Then it started. I felt a twitch deep within me, in that secret place where I exist. It radiated outward encompassing me. I broke rhythm and lunged. I felt Mike’s nose and forehead hit my pubic hair and abdomen. Tim fell out of sync with me. As I rocked back to get another lunge I felt his pelvis against my ass driving forward. The perfect rhythm was broken. Each of us was on his own now. I could feel Mike sucking and swallowing. I could feel Tim climaxing in the crack of my ass, his semen running down it and my legs and me thrusting, trying to drive my cock through the back of Mike’s head. I could feel Mike’s hair under my finger tips. It seemed to go on forever. 

Each thrust seemed to take more of my strength. Tim slowed and stopped. I continued but my strength was fading. After a few more thrusts I could no longer continue. I stopped. I could feel Mike’s forehead against my abdomen and his hands on my knees. Tim’s arms were still around my shoulders and his chin rested on the right one. I felt his ragged breath on my cheek. If they had not supported me I would have collapsed like a prizefighter whose opponent had just scored a knockout punch. Finally my strength started to return. Mike let me slip out of his mouth. Tim turned me and kissed me. Mike stood and joined us in kissing, sharing my taste with both of us. I was ecstatic. The darkness had retreated some and I was amongst friends and lovers. We finally broke our embrace and went to the chairs and sat down. By the light of the fire I could see Tim. His head was thrown back and he had a dreamy smile on his face. His eyes were closed. Mike sat with his head leaned forward. His face was in the shadows. All I could see of it was a profile of the right side. It no longer had that guarded look he normally wore. He had an expression of peace and contentment. We just sat there, each of us trying to absorb the recent experience into our psyche.

Mike spoke. “Are you ready to take the next step?” His voice was soft and had a tender quality that I had never heard in it before. 

“Could I have a few more minutes?” I was still trying to come to terms with an experience that had shaken me to the core. I had thought I knew all about love and sex. It was obvious that these two young men knew far more then I did. Maybe if I could find out what is was I could defeat the darkness, banish it forever. I knew it was still out there but it had retreated. I could feel the anger and restlessness in it. I couldn’t figure out what it was they had. I just knew if I could have it the darkness would leave me alone.

I asked what the next step was. Tim explained that it was the invasion one person allowed another because of love. That unlike rape which was a true invasion and the violation of a person, it was a sharing of each other because of mutual respect and love. He explained that if done for the right reasons it was not disgusting as some people thought. He pointed out that sometimes a person would experience pain in the beginning but that pain would go away and the sharing and pleasure would remain.

“I want to take the next step.”

They advised me to get out some lubrication. After they explained, I told them I didn’t have any. The truth was I hadn’t had any for these past ten years. We decided to search around the house and see what we could find. After a bit we found a tube of hand cream I sometimes use after I have been scrubbing the house. We returned to the area by the fireplace. I added some more wood. It had burned down to mainly coals. As the fire started to pick back up I asked.

“What am I supposed to do?”
They explained they thought it would be better if we started with me on my hands and knees on the floor as that way I would be in a better position to pull away if I found I couldn’t continue. They had decided during the afternoon that if it got this far that Tim would get the honors as Mike was thicker and they thought that as this was the first time that would make it a little easier. Besides, according to Mike, Tim was a lot gentler. I knew right then that I wanted Mike but couldn’t say so as that would be a break in character.

I kneeled on the floor, my legs together. They patiently explained I should spread them so Tim could get between them. I obliged. Mike knelt down by my head. He leaned down and putting one hand under my chin turned and lifted my face toward him. He started kissing me. Tim started to rub some of the hand cream in the crack of my ass. Mike continued kissing me. His tongue explored my mouth. I could feel the excitement build within me. Tim added more of the cream and then he started to massage my anus, working it in. Finally, after rubbing and massaging it, Tim inserted a finger. I jerked. Mike told me to relax as Tim was just trying to loosen me so it wouldn’t hurt as much. I just wanted them to get on with it as I could feel the darkness trying to sneak in and hoped that it wouldn’t interfere. Mike went back to kissing me as Tim finger fucked me. After a while he added a second finger. It hurt. It had been so long since Eric had last pleasured me that my anus was no longer stretched. Mike again instructed me to relax. As Tim continued his work I started to lean back into his hand. My cock had hardened. His fingers were sending waves of pleasure through me as they touched those places that had long been undisturbed. I could tell by his breathing that he was aroused. I was rapidly loosing control. Normally my mind could control my emotions and desires but that was becoming impossible. I swung around till Mike was in front of me. His cock was fully erect. I reached for it and started to lower my head towards it. He stopped me. He nodded at Tim and told him he thought I was ready. Tim brought the head of his cock to my puckered hole. He held it there. I wanted it so badly I leaned back. God. The pain and burning was intense. 

I had forgotten what the first time was like and although this was not the first time, my anus had tightened and it felt like it. I clinched my teeth and I could hear my labored breathing hiss in and out between them. I tried to relax and push down. Slowly the pain started to subside and the burning fire died down. As I became aware of something besides the pain I realized only his head was in me. I leaned back some more and felt it slide further in. The pain was now rapidly leaving and the burning was increasing. It was not a burning pain anymore but a burning passion. My teeth were now unclenched. I leaned back some more and felt my ass press against his pelvis. He was now buried in me. I paused to rest and catch my breath. Mike moved his hips towards me. I could just reach his cock with the tip of my tongue. I licked it. The taste aroused me further. I lunged forward and engulfed Mike in my mouth. Tim followed until he was once again fully in. I leaned back until only Mike’s head remained inside my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and leaned forward again. Again Tim followed. We started that old ballet that has been around since humans discovered sex could be for pleasure and not just procreation. I’d lunge forward and Tim would follow. I’d lean back and Mike would follow. We swayed further and further and faster and faster. The waves of pleasure flowed along my tightly stretched nerves spreading warmth and joy that can only be experienced at times like this. The pace had increased to the point where I knew anything would break it and leave us discordant, like an orchestra warming and tuning up. Mike got there first. I could feel him tense and then lunge forward. I greedily sucked him and swallowed like a hungry child nursing at its mother’s breast. Then Tim made it. The warmth I felt as he slammed against me seemed to travel upwards towards my core. They were now on different rhythms. Sometimes both would lunge into me as though trying to make me shorter. Sometimes both would withdraw as though to stretch me. I felt like I was only a wave of pleasure floating between their lunging cocks. In a perfect world times like this would last forever but alas, we live in an imperfect one. They soon ran down and stopped. We collapsed in a sweaty pile. When we fell Mike pulled out of my mouth. I wanted to search for him but had no strength to do so. As Tim relaxed I could feel him slip out of me. Once again I am alone. 

“Jesus” Mike gasped. 

I could hear our ragged labored breathing. I could feel Tim’s breath on my back and feel his arms around me. Tim finally pulled his right arm out from under me where it had been trapped when we toppled over. He moved a little and snuggled up to me laying his left arm across me. Mike finally rolled around and backed into me so that I could feel his back against my chest, the cheeks of his ass against my groin. I managed to raise my left arm and drape it over him but could do no more as that took all my strength. I can feel their breathing slow and their muscles relax. I am spent. I realize they have dozed off but I cannot. My mind is filled with feelings and emotions. They swirl around like dust in a tornado. No matter how I try I cannot come to grips with them. I take a deep breath and try to relax. Suddenly the darkness rushes in and seizes me. I am one with the darkness. The tall case clock strikes eleven.

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I look up from the computer screen. It is daylight and the sun is shinning. I look at my watch. I have been writing for two and a half days. The words just keep flowing. My eyes burn and my back aches but I am not tired. I know the story will make the New York Times best sellers list. I realize I am hungry. I decide to eat as I only have part of the last chapter to write. I remember hearing the snowplow yesterday. The power is back on, the generator shut down. As I start to rise, I see the legal pad filled with notes. I take it over and throw it in the fireplace. It’s a shame I think to myself. That would have been a great story. I guess I’ll have to treat it like the one about the missing wife and friend. Great stories that can never be written. I think about Tim and Mike. They were such nice young men. To bad. Oh well, they wouldn’t have made it much further on that dark and stormy night.