Gay Erotic Stories

Three Men and a Shower

Even though the shower stall was larger than most, it wasn’t made for three. Our naked bodies were in full contact with each other as the hot water cascaded over us. Chris started lathering up with the shower-jell, which quickly made us all slick and fresh. Chris passed me the bottle and I lathered up my cock and Rolf’s too, which brought us both back to full arousal. Rolf took hold of his brother’s flaccid dick and soaped it up with a gentle massage, feeling its size grow to his touch.

Now, all three of us were facing each other with our bobbing slick-soapy dicks slapping and sliding together in a sensual dance. We crossed our cocks like soldiers cross swords and our hands formed the binding that pressed them together. The erotic feel of two other hot dicks pressed against mine was awesome. The feeling was shared unanimously and we began pumping our hard dicks in and out of the warm embrace of our hands. The sensation was wonderful!

Rolf said that we must all pace ourselves so that we can all cum at the same time and began a slow countdown. Chris said, “Fuck if I can wait very long, guys. This is soooo fuckin hot.” Chris slowed down enough to let me catch up and Rolf announced that he wouldn’t be able to postpone more than another minute. When the countdown reached three, Rolf said he was real close. Chris said the same. “Two,” I felt rise of sperm from my balls. Chris began to tense up and was sharply breathing in and out between clinched teeth. “One” and Rolf arched his back and took a deep breath. “Go!” and in a few quick thrusts of our rock-hard cocks together the climax began.

I felt hot sperm squirting between my fingers and onto my stomach. It was Chris’ and he was grunting like an animal. Mine let go and joined the stream. Hot jets of sperm were splashing against my cock and running down my scrotum. Rolf let out a gasp as his big dick fired volley after volley against us. It squirted out between our hands and sprayed on my chest and Chris’. Our writhing cocks continued to slip and slide against each other as they spouted their hot cream in unison like a fountain. The sperm lubricated our duelling dicks and the excess dripped from our entwined hands in long white ropes like a waterfall.

I dropped to my knees and held both spouting cocks together as I pressed my straining lips over the two bulbous purple heads. The two brothers held onto my head as their twin cocks continued to vomit their sweet cream into my mouth. I felt the alternating sperm jets squirting against the back of my mouth and throat and I struggled to swallow the gift. It was more than I could take and I had to pull off to stop from drowning in a white river of cum. The two brothers’ sperm continued to dash upon my face and I could feel the hot-thick cream against my clinched eyelids. It flowed down my face and dripped down onto my chest. I lay down on my back and allowed their shower of sperm to bathe me. I continued to pump my straining cock and felt my own hot juice mingle with theirs on my chest and face. I was in sexual overload from the excitement. I looked up and marvelled at the two handsome brothers standing over me. Their hard-sculptured bodies nearly a mirror image of the other.

When the brothers had finally had emptied their seed upon me, I sat up and sucked each of their spent weapons clean. As they became flaccid from exhaustion, I drew them both into my mouth and swirled their soft-fleshy tubes around with my tongue, savouring the feel of two brothers sharing their pleasures with me. There is something about brothers that intrigued me. I had to have them both inside me. I needed the feel of their muscular Adonis bodies against mine. I wanted to be with them as they passed through the taboo of brother-to-brother sex and find erotic pleasure from each other.

After cleaning up again (this time without any detours) we dressed and fixed some breakfast. The day was gorgeous and we drove over to my place for a swim. My folks joined us for a cook out in the afternoon and we partied into the evening. Dad was really in fine form and joked more than usual. He even joined us in the pool and horsed around with us like a kid. Dad is in great shape and works out at the gym several days a week. He jogs every morning and likes to relax with a few beers in the afternoon like any one else. By the time it got dark, Dad was really feeling loose from too much beer. Mom was a little pissed at him for acting like he was back in college. She reminded him that he wasn’t ‘Joe College’ anymore. She got tired of his ‘putting on a show’ and excused herself after dinner. Dad was really into telling his college stories and went into several pretty lewd fraternity episodes. He clearly envied us going back to college in a few more weeks. He seemed preoccupied with reliving his wild days and had Rolf and Chris spellbound with his stories. After my Dad left for the night and staggered up the walk toward the house, we quickly stripped and swam naked in the cool water of the pool. It didn’t take long before our cocks stood out proud and straight like soldiers on parade. Rolf remarked that we should have invited my Dad to join us, saying that I was lucky to have a Dad who was so cool. Based on what my initiation into his fraternity was like, I believed that he had probably ‘done it all’ like I had. I tried to imagine him in the experiences I had gone through, but couldn’t quite get past him being a Dad.

I climbed out and walked into the guesthouse, my long bone bouncing up and down as I went. I came back with a bag of Columbian and proceeded to roll three joints. Chris was sitting on the edge of the pool while Rolf, in the water, slurped on his dick. When I finished rolling the joints, I called them over to join me and watched as the two buff studs approached, their big-hard cocks pointing the way like a compass. We towelled off and I lit up the first joint, passing it around as we sat around the table.

“Fuck, Jim, this is some fine weed you have! I’ve already got a buzz.” Chris said with his head laid back, looking at the starry sky. I lit up the second one and passed it to Rolf. Taking a long pull on it he held it in as he smiled with a warm buzz as well. By the time we finished it off, we three were thoroughly stoned and in that wonderful condition where everything that we touched or stared at shimmered and vibrated with supernatural excitement. I slowly rose and walked over to the jungle gym that I had played on as a kid. Rolf and Chris followed and giggled as they watched me try and climb up onto the bars. I called Rolf over and whispered into his ear to go get the KY Jelly from the drawer beside my bed. He turned and then chuckled as he meandered over to the sliding door. As he passed by his brother, he reached down and gave Chris’ boner a tender caress, marvelling at the warm sensation. After Rolf passed by, Chris dropped his hand down and slowly stroked his granite hard cock. The sensual and taboo feeling caused chill bumps on his body.

By the time Rolf returned, I had managed to hang by my knees from the bar and had my hands firmly clinching the bar along side them for added support. As I looked up, my hard cock was sticking out above me and my puckered ass was presented at waist level like a target. Rolf and Chris walked over to me and reached between my legs and began to caress my scrotum and penis, which sent shivers of pleasure all over my body. Rolf squeezed out some of the KY from the tube onto his monstrous organ (which reminded me of a French Baguette) and spread it all over by slipping his hand up and down the hot-thick man loaf in long slow motions. When he finished, he squeezed out some more directly onto my ass hole and carefully massaged it around and then into my rosebud with his index finger. He slowly inserted his long finger in and out of me without resistance and pressed deeply in at last and teased my prostate. The feeling was awesome. His tender touch sent waves of sensual electricity into me as precum leaked from my dick. He then squeezed out some more jelly onto his brother’s handsome cock and massaged it till it was dancing and slippery. None of us were talking. It wasn’t necessary. We were all giddy from the weed and everything we saw and touched was an incredible turn-on.

With a big grin on his face, Rolf strode up and positioned himself up close to my vulnerable ass and guided his big-thick drill bit toward its target with both hands. I shivered when I felt the broad helmet of his glands penis center itself in the slight concave indention, which would soon invite him inside. Chris knelt down in front of Rolf and directly under me, which gave him a close-up view of the action. He reached forward and helped guide in his brother’s slippery-throbbing cock as Rolf slowly pressed himself harder into me. I pushed outward to relax my sphincter and felt it begin to stretch wider and wider as the rounded head of Rolf’s penis passed deeper into me. It was awesome being upside down and feeling somewhat helpless to the assault. It really turned me on. Just when I thought that I was going to rip from the strain, the ring of my sphincter slipped down into the deep valley between the head and shaft of Rolf’s enormous cock. Rolf slowly pulled back and then pressed forward while I was tightly locked into his cleft and I could feel my ass ring being pulled out and in as it hugged its invading visitor like a lover.

Now, as Chris fondled his brother’s testicles, Rolf pushed inside with one slow but firm motion and I shivered as I felt every vein and texture as it passed through my door and deep inside my bowels. It seemed to take an eternity for the long shaft to make it all the way inside my warm embrace, but finally I felt the tickle of his pubes around my hole like a woollen scarf. He stopped then and just let me get comfortable with my guest of honour. When I was ready, I began to swing forward and backward like a gymnast, which allowed him to slip in and out of me like a piston in an engine. What a fantastic circus performance this was!

The weed had worked its magic on us and our senses were vividly electrified. Every sexual feeling was magnified ten fold and I was in nirvana. Chris stood up and changed places with his brother. I could feel the difference in the size of their cocks gliding in and out of me as they took turns fucking me into oblivion. We were all totally lost in a cloud of sensual passion. All that could be heard beside the moans of pleasure was the sucking and slapping sounds of big hot dicks and balls assaulting my willing ass. They stopped for a second and then resumed, but something felt different – but good. I moaned like an animal in rut with the mounting pleasures being given me. I raised my head enough to watch these two stud brothers taking me and thought in my delirious stupor that there was a third participant with them. Was I dreaming or was that a different big-wide cock slipping in and out of me?

I strained my neck to get a better view as I swung back and forth with the piston impaling me. I now saw the third guy. His head was thrown back as he arched his mammoth shaft into me with low animalistic grunts. He then threw his head forward and winked at me. There in the moonlight with his naked-hard body glistening with sweat and his well-toned pecs heaving with exertion was my Dad. OH SHIT! My mind was clouded with combinations of surprise and exhilaration as I felt his forbidden cock bury itself inside of me over and over again. With a bold shudder he began to convulsively spew his sperm inside me and I felt my own father’s hot cum splash inside my bowels. Over and over again he injected me with his steaming hot essence until I felt the viscous fluid dripping from my ass. Dad pulled out of me slowly and the head of his thick dick popped free, still oozing with white ribbons of sperm.

Rolf stepped up as my Dad moved aside and promptly plunged his 10 inches back into me with one long smooth motion. He pumped me with wild abandon until all I could do was grunt from the pressure. His fountain of sperm gushed deep into me like a geyser and dribbled from my ass in a mingled tangle with my Dad’s cum. Chris now took his brother’s place and guided his weapon into me gently at first and then began slamming me so hard that I began swinging like a monkey from the piston-like thrusts of his hips. Movement caught my eye from the side and I watched my Dad take up position beside me on the bars. I could feel the heat from his body beside me. As Chris continued to fuck me like there was no tomorrow, Rolf stepped up to Dad and skilfully slipped his slick long and thick-veined cock inside my Dad’s waiting tunnel. Here now, side-by-side, father and son remained suspended by our knees while thick cocks of two brothers slithered in and out of us.

Dad was moaning loudly, but spoke to Rolf with hesitation between thrusts, “Rolf, you have no ---- idea how long I’ve ----- dreamed of feeling ----- you inside me. This must be ----- a dream. I’ve had fantasies ------ about you and Chris since you and Jim became ------- friends, but only hoped that this could ----- really happen.”

Rolf spoke softy, “There were times that I thought of you too, from things that you said and a certain look in your eyes, but I never would have believed that this would happen. Jim and I have been a lot more than friends for several months now and, what can I say? I like what’s happening.”

Chris suddenly gave a loud grunt and I felt his hot semen blast inside me with convulsive twitches of his swollen member. Dad grunted in staccato fashion as Rolf gained his climax and hosed him inside and out with an abundance of his spewing man-cream. Dad shouted, “Oh Holy Fuck!! I feel like I’m being inflated with HOT CUM! My God, Rolf. I love the feel of your cock up my ass. I feel every fuckin’ spurt of your hot spunk, young man. We’ve got to do this again!”

Another “OH SHIT” from Dad and he lost his load without ever having touched his dick. Long-thick ropes of his cum gushed free and splashed onto his chest and face. He continued to grunt with each powerful spasm as Rolf matched him one-for-one with firm jabs of his hips driving his huge cock so deep that Dad could probably feel it up to his stomach. The brothers finally slowed to a halt and withdrew their dripping weapons from us and just stood there looking at us in disbelief. Dad and I remained hanging upside down from the bars as our asses dribbled cum onto the ground in twin streams. Chris and Rolf helped us dismount from the jungle gym and steadied us as we staggered to the chairs beside the pool – our legs weak and cramped from the orgy.

I drifted off to sleep to the sound of Chris pounding his handsome cock in my Dad’s ass. As I drifted between imagination and reality from the powerful grass, I felt the warm caress of a tongue and lips on my flaccid cock. As I awoke further, I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked into the smiling face of my Dad as he lowered his mouth down upon my growing cock. I looked over to my side and watched Rolf and Chris completely entwined in a 69. When I looked back at Dad, he stood and pulled me to my feet. He lay down on the cool grass and motioned me to join him, head to toe.

As he again lowered his mouth onto my cock, I pulled him over on top of me and manoeuvred his bouncing penis into my own mouth. I relaxed and felt my Dad’s thick-long dick glide down my throat. His low-hanging balls slapped against my chin and throat as he quickened his thrusts. As my own cock prepared for ejaculation, Dad’s engorged shaft swelled and erupted in my mouth. As I ejected my sperm inside Dad’s mouth, I tasted his spunk cascade past my tongue and down my throat. We continued to empty ourselves until there was nothing left but passion. I didn’t think anything any kinkier could ever happen.

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