My first threesome

Although this is not the first time I had sex with a bloke it was a debut in other ways as it was the first time I had experienced group sex.

This is a true story that happened in the 1970s when HIV and AIDS had not been heard of and casual sex among gay men was rife. At the time I was 30 and had been on the gay scene for about five years. Previous to that I had been married and had a daughter. My ex-wife was living in Exeter and as I lived the other side of the country getting to see my daughter meant a weekend away. As she was quite young I used to see her in the daytime and during the evening I found my own entertainment.

I have always liked cottaging even when I was married and, whenever I got the chance I would sound out the various cottages in any place I visited to see how likely they were to be good for cruising guys. In Exeter there were a number of cottages but none of them were very busy. Usually, by reason of being persistent and exercising patience, I met someone and sometimes it resulted in my going back to their place for sex.

There was one night which still stands out in my memory. The reason for this was not that I met someone special which had happened a few times before but it was to be my first experience of having a threesome. I had often fantasised about it happening but it had never come to fruition.

This particular night I had been in various cottages but despite standing at the urinals and obviously wanking; looking through the small glory holes that were in some closets; or sometimes getting on my hands and knees and looking under the closet walls along the length of the toilet, I had not made contact with anybody. It had got around to eleven-thirty and I was thinking of calling it a day but I thought I will give it half an hour longer, after all the pubs had just shut and someone may be feeling randy and looking to see if they can get a thrill before heading home.

I was in a closet in a cottage just on the edge of the shopping centre where I knew parking was easy and so it could attract some trade. There were tiny holes in the door but the walls had no glory holes. I could see that there were some guys at the urinal and was about to go out and stand next to them when I heard a voice whisper, 'Up here'. I looked up and saw that a guy was in the next door closet and was looking over the wall at me. He was a bit older than me.

'Stand on the pedestal so that I can see you,' he said and I stood on the seat of the toilet pan and faced him. He looked approvingly at my eight inch cock which had grown hard just by virtue of someone being interested in me. I looked over at him and saw he had a thick cock of about seven inches. I was interested and smiled at him.

'Are you interested in making a threesome?' he asked. I looked over the top of the closet towards the urinals and could see that the cottage was now empty.

'Yea,' I said, 'who is making up the third?'

'Look over the top of the wall into the other closet,' the bloke said. I peered over and there was a chap about the same age as the one I had been talking to and he had an even thicker cock. He climbed onto the toilet pan in his closet and took a look at me. He nodded to his mate who was still looking over the wall. He signalled for me to leave the closet and meet them outside. I stepped down to the floor did up my jeans and walked out. The two of them were standing at the urinal. I stood between the two of them and we immediately started to feel each other cocks. I thought that if this was their idea of a threesome then I wasn't impressed but we were only feeling the goods before moving on.

They were obviously satisfied with me as the one who had first spoken to me said. 'We live some way out of Exeter, would you be happy coming back with us?'

Without hesitation I said yes and we left the cottage. The first chap again spoke and said. 'I will come in your car to show you the way.'

I was quite happy with this but I did think that maybe he was coming along to ensure that I did come back with them and didn't chicken out. If he had only known he would have had no worries on that score.

I drove a Jaguar in those days which had a bench seat so there was no gear levers or handbrake to intrude between passenger and driver. As we drove to their house he was able to easily undo my jeans and get his hands inside and stroke my cock which was as rigid as a ramrod. He told me his name was John and that his mate's name was Pete. I introduced myself. It took about fifteen minutes to reach their house which was in a quiet village. I parked close to their front door and followed John inside.

There was no hall and we went straight into the living room where there was a three piece suite. Wanting to appear at ease I sat on the sofa looking around me. Pete had gone to put a record on and John had gone into the kitchen to make some coffee. When the music started Pete came over to me and putting his hand on my thigh he said. 'Why not take off your sweater.'

I did as he suggested and he sat next to me and put his arms around me. I turned towards him and our lips met. As we kissed his hands undid the waistband and flies of my jeans and he managed to get a good feel of my cock. I followed suit with his trousers and soon had his cock sufficiently clear of his pants so that I could lean over and suck it. As I was doing this John came back in with the coffee

'I'd have thought by now that you would be completely stripped,' he said. I was not far off it but having jeans down by my ankles and my trainers still on made any movement awkward and so I separated myself from Pete, stood up and took everything off. In those days I use to go to the gym about three days a week and, although I did not have the stature of a body-builder I was reasonably muscled, quite fit and had no flab. They were impressed by my trim physique, eight inch cock and pert little arse.

John handed me a coffee but I had to put it down again straightaway as Pete had stood up as well and was fingering my arsehole.

'I hope you like being fucked,' he said.

'Yea I do,' I replied. 'I'm a total bottom so I hope you two are both butch guys who want to screw this tight arse of mine.'

'We can satisfy you there,' said John and he put his arms around me and kissed me while grinding his crutch against my cock.

I undid his trousers and they fell to the floor. In the meantime Pete had rid himself of all his clothes and had come behind me so that he could press his hard cock in to the space between the cheeks of my arse. Feeling his thick piece of meat pushing against me gave me an idea of how good tonight should be. I saw that John was now naked and I grabbed hold of his hips and kissed him then I leaned slightly forward so that he had to take a step back and I was able to get his cock in my mouth.

I wondered if Pete might try to fuck me but instead he got on his knees and started to rim my arse. I was in heaven and knew that this threesome was gong to be something special. Pete systematically lubed my arse with his tongue and poked it with his fingers. John meanwhile was happy with me deep-throating him. After about fifteen minutes of this foreplay we stopped and had a drink of the coffee which had gone quite cold.

'Let's go to the bedroom now,' Pete said and I followed him up the stairs to a room that contained a massive bed.

'Lie down on that,' Pete said and I did as he asked. He then got into a 69 position with me and John opened my cheeks apart and got to work on my hole with his tongue and fingers much as Pete had done.

After several minutes of this I said, 'My body's aching to be fucked now.'

John got off the bed and Pete released my cock. John had grabbed my legs and was pulling me towards the end of the bed so that my arse was right on the edge. I got on my back and raised my legs in the air so that my knees were touching my shoulders. Although I had been well lubed with their spit they still wanted to put some real lube on me and I felt the cold slippery stuff being applied by John to my hole and then he rubbed some on his cock.

He was the first to push his way into me and I took all of him without problem. He was building up a good fucking rhythm while Pete knelt by my face so that I could get his cock in my mouth. I was being spit-roasted for the first time and it felt great. John had been fucking me steadily for about five minutes when he stopped and pulled out.

'You've not come already, have you?' I said disappointedly.

'No,' he said, 'we're just swapping over.'

'Fantastic.' I said, 'this way you will be able to keep it up all night.'

Pete had got his cock inside me by now and John was by my face pushing his cock towards my mouth. I wondered about sucking his it as I had never sucked a cock that had just been inside my arse before and wondered if it would taste odd. I thought 'so what' and taking the slippery member in my hand I opened my mouth and pulled it in. It still had some of the lube that John had applied to my hole and it tasted rather nice. There was no trace of anything disagreeable but then I had washed myself thoroughly before coming out that evening. Knowing now that I was going to be spit-roasted alternately by these two guys made me throw caution completely to the wind and I relaxed and enjoyed the two cocks simultaneously invading my body.

At one point I started to wank myself as I was being penetrated at both ends. The blokes soon put a stop to this by making sure that my arms were pinned to the bed or occupied elsewhere and I was unable to stimulate myself.

'We've got a lot of shagging to do,' said Pete, 'and we don't want anybody coming too soon.'

I had no idea of time but it felt like I had been fucked for hours with neither of them showing any signs of coming. We changed position many times. As well as me lying on my back I also got onto all fours. Pete and John occasionally lay on their backs so that could sit on their cocks when that happened the other guy stood in front of me so that I could suck him. Sometimes we lay on our sides and then the one who wasn't fucking me got into a 69 with me. Each time we moved about it enabled me to stretch my limbs a little and not get cramp from being in the same position for too long.

We did start to tire eventually and Pete was the first to come inside me. He remained still with his cock deeply embedded for a few minutes and then pulled out. John immediately took his position to fuck me but first he fingered my hole and I could hear the squelching sound of Pete's spunk in my hole. Pete had moved to my face and I could see his softening cock covered in cum. I pulled it into my mouth and licked all the jism off it. When I had finished John was still poking me and I told him to bring his fingers to my mouth so that I could lick the spunk from them. He did as I asked and I got another mouthful of Pete's cum.

John then proceeded to fuck me and I could tell by the rhythm he built up that he was intending to come soon. Within a couple of minutes he had also shot his load in me. He lingered a little bit to make sure that as much as possible had transferred into my hole and then he pulled out. I did not need to tell him to let me suck his cock as he positioned himself by my face and I swallowed his cum covered cock. While I was cleaning John's cock Pete had got hold of a large dildo from the bedside cabinet and he was poking it in my arse.

Although I will always prefer a cock to a dildo, after all the fucking I had received that night I was glad that when it came to my turn to come I still had something penetrating my arse. When John's cock had been cleaned of cum I started to wank myself again but Pete stopped me and started sucking my cock. As he did so he continued to push the dildo into my arse and work it around in circles. Then John took over from Pete and the dildo was pulled out of my arse and brought to my face.

I could see it was covered in the combined juices of Pete and John and I opened my mouth and allowed John to push it in. I had no intention of deep-throating the dildo instead I wanted to lick as much of the cum from it as possible and for them to poke me again so that I could repeat the process. It was a real turn on and by the time I had had three licks of the cum covered dildo I knew I was on the brink of coming myself. John was sucking me as I shot a load and he didn't swallow my cum but when I had finished spurting came to my face and kissed me sharing the cum between us.

Inevitably some spunk had landed on my body and Pete picked this up in his mouth and when John had finished kissing me he did the same. The lining of my mouth was coated in cum from Pete and John and from myself. I love the taste of itm and did not want this oral sensation to disappear.

We lay on the bed for several minutes after we had all come. Pete suggested that I stay the night and I was really tempted but when I looked at the clock I saw it was three-thirty and I was supposed to be meeting my daughter at ten that morning. If I stayed the night I knew I would be fucked again when we woke up and that I would be late. This weekend away was for her benefit and not mine and so I reluctantly told the blokes that I had to go. I got dressed and left their house arriving at my guest house at four o'clock. Sitting in the car driving back I could still feel the sensation of a cock pumping in and out of my arse and sense the taste of cum in my mouth. I set the alarm clock and managed to get up on time.

Before I had left John and Pete I had got their phone number as they had told me that they wanted a repeat session and of course I did as well. As I visited my daughter about every four weeks I said I would contact them to let them know the next time I would be in Exeter. They told me I could stay with them instead of a guest house and I agreed. As a result from then on I stayed with them and we always had a long session of sex. Sometimes they invited another bloke to join in and this meant I had yet another cock to fuck me and another load of cum to eat.

Unfortunately nothing lasts forever and my ex-wife moved from Exeter a few months later and these horny sessions came to a stop. But, as with everything that is good, the memory lingered on even though it was now only something to play back when having a wank.