Gay Erotic Stories

He was leaning against a steel pillar at the end of the platform, down past the plywood construction cubicle where some of the lights were out. The L had just pulled out and, at 2am, it could be nearly twenty minutes ‘til the next. Moving slowly down the platform into the shadows, I watched him out the corner of one eye... taller than me, maybe 6’2, broad shoulders, black hair, long and curly on top with long faint sideburns, fade on the sides and back. Latino, Puerto Rican I’d guess… unzipped sweatshirt, boxers stretched above low riding jean shorts. I like baggie, even if it hides box. A snug white wifebeater revealed patches of caramel skin and clearly defined his hard chest and belly. Damn…

I glanced over as I approached. He met my eye for a sec, and then looked down the platform as he pulled his hand out of his pocket to casually grope his crotch. Nothing unusual here—guapos don’t seem to be able to keep their hands off their dicks, always tugging, grabbing, rearranging, showing off…

But then he looked back as he shoved both hands back into his pockets. Still unsure of me, he was playing with it, not enough to be overt if I wasn’t cool, but enough to send a signal if I was. No surprise—a lot of Latinos, straight and gay, dig my look... white Anglo, 5’11, 170, shaved head, lean with a broad muscular build, several tattoos.

I stepped into the shadows against the plywood cubicle and reached down, tugging at the waistband of my jeans with my thumb, pulling it down an inch or so. When I was sure of his attention—without looking, of course—I popped the top button on my fly. It was a clear invite.

Watching my crotch, he pulled his hands back out and started working his boxers down a bit in front, slowly, ‘til I could see strands dark hair and the wide base of his cock. With his other hand, he pushed up his shirt and ran long, thick fingers across his hairless torso to pinch a thick, erect nipple. I finished unbuttoning my fly, then grabbed my rising cock through my boxers. He glanced down the platform again, then moved slowly toward me til he stood at arm’s length.

Reaching out, he took hold of my cock through my boxers as he pulled his own dick through the fly of his shorts. I grabbed his waistband and pulled him into the cubicle, closing the door behind us. I reached down inside his shorts and ran the back of my hand across the base of his half hard cock. The flesh was hot and smooth and didn’t yet show the veins. His attention was focused on my fully erect meat. He reached over with his other hand and pulled my 9” cock out, wrapping long powerful fingers around it and squeezing, tilting his head as if to inspect it, slapping it in his palm and playing with my 8 gauge PA. He grasped my balls a bit, but his attention didn’t stray—he liked my dick a lot.

He paused a moment and, pointing a finger at his chest, mouthed ‘Victor’. ‘Ian,’ I whispered back, then tugged off his sweatshirt and pulled his shirt slowly over his head. His skin was a beautiful caramel color and he was nearly hairless—a faint dark patch extended down from navel to cock. He was maybe twenty-four, his body was lean, his veins clearly visible, tracing down his belly to his groin. Dime-sized nipples glistened a deep reddish brown... I couldn’t resist bending down to devour his right tit. As I worked on it, I slid my hands down his back to his ass. As I did, he pushed back and up slightly, into my grasp.

I was shocked. I always go for the ass, but they usually push my hand away, make me work for it. And with this guapo, I didn’t even think he was gay til he cruised me—he seemed almost trade. So I never expected him to be so submissive. I reached back around front to find his dick much enlarged, large veins pulsing down to a generous foreskin. It wasn’t totally hard even now and was already 8” long and 6” around. I squeezed it tightly, as he’d done with mine. I heard a sharp intake of air in my ear and his legs stiffened. I pushed his shorts smoothly over his solid ass, dropping them to floor where he stepped out of them—naked except for his Airwalks.

I reached down to grab his balls and he instinctively spread his legs apart, so I slid my hand further back to discover a hot silky... and lubed asshole. Holy shit—this papi was on a mission. As soon as I touched it, he grunted and drove his head against my chest—love that—pushed his ass further apart. I played with it a bit, then rubbed around the rim for a few minutes to tease it open.

Meanwhile, I’d struggled out of my clothes as well. We faced each other, my left arm down under his crotch with two fingers in his hole—tightly. He moaned and pulled on his nipples as I knelt and began licking the sides of his beautiful meat. Slowly, I worked up to the top and chewed the hell out of all that foreskin. He lay back on his sweatshirt, pulling me down on top of him.

Victor spread his legs apart, and wide, nearly flat. It’s about the greediest position a man can beg to be fucked in. Total submission. His ass was hairless, and his upturned crack revealed his slick, brown, muscular hole. I lifted his legs so they rested on my shoulders and dropped my tongue right into his ass. He mumbled heavily and beat his dick furiously. Suddenly, he reached back to grab my dick, covering it with a slick layer of spit. After a moment, he lowered his legs to line his ass up with the head of my cock.

He pushed back slowly. I watched, still amazed this hot masculine Latino was letting me fuck him up the ass—and right here on his back on a subway platform. It was fiery hot at first, and very, very tight. He pulled me in slowly, so it seemed like it took forever, ‘til about halfway when I suddenly slid quickly in to the hilt. He held me there, his ass spasming around my hardon, before pushing me out to pull me back in all over again. We played a slow groove for a while, his ass lips caressing my throbbing overexcited tool as I stretched him open.

Running my hands along his smooth splayed legs, I started gaining momentum and we worked up some heavy slamming rather quickly. When he arched his back, I saw how hard his dick got when my cock rammed up his hole—proof this motherfucker knew what he liked. It always makes you harder when you know you’re turning somebody on—the exhibitionist in all of us… So my dick’s pounding harder and I’m pounding him harder and his dick gets impossibly big and hard, all from my cock pummeling his hole.

His face, his expressions showed such intense pleasure, tongue wetting his lips which trembled with lust. Gradually I slowed to a steady, measured rhythm—not too easy, but the kind of slowly forceful fuck that gets both of you totally centered on that one sensation: your cock plowing in and out of his hole. I watched it glide in and out, pulling at the fleshy rim. When I touched his cock, he grunted again and his asshole clenched tightly around my dick—too sensitive. I backed off, and then began to caress the silky hood… slowly, smoothly, teasingly light. His meaty flesh pounded with blood, pulsing, bobbing, pumping.

All the while, the only sounds he’d made were a few barely audible grunts, mostly when I first poked into his ass. Now they were more moans of pleasure, his eyes a bit glazed. I leaned forward and took his left nipple, then his right in my mouth, caressing, nibbling, yanking with my teeth. He moaned again, a bit louder, and reached back with both hands to spread his cheeks for me. His hole was silky smooth and grabbed at my dick with each thrust.

From time to time, I reached down to play with his beautiful, semi-hard cock, but after a minute or so, he’d gently remove my hand for fear of shooting. We continued like this through another three trains. When I pulled out to add some spit, he maneuvered to his feet and faced me, legs spread as he stood, jerking his dick with his right hand and twisting his nipples with his left. I spit in my palm, slid my left hand between his legs; he spread them a bit more when I did.

His hole was hot, slippery, wet, spongy… everything you’d expect, yet it felt, somehow, incredibly perfect. I began massaging all around his hole, working his crack from top to bottom, jerking my dick and staring deep into his eyes. He stared back almost as if in a trance, totally concentrated on his ass. Every so often he’d sort of shove his ass gently back and down, letting me know he wanted more.

I continued to work his hole, spreading it wider and wider without actually piercing it. At one point, I must’ve hit a power button—Victor lurched forward against me as his right leg spasmed up off the platform. He regained his balance, but stayed pressed against me, chest to chest, cheek to cheek, sweating under the effort. I slowly moved my mouth down his neck, licking his neck as though it were covered in honey. I heard him moan again as he pressed his still spongy meat against my thigh, rubbing slowly up and down and pushing back onto my fingers at the same time.

I kept teasing him for probably another fifteen minutes. We’d lost track of how many trains had gone by, though we both kept an eye on the door. No one really came down to the very end of the platform until... I’d just begun inserting my fingers—three at a time—into his asshole, only gotten in to the first knuckle, when he stiffened and nodded toward the door. We could just see through the crack a figure slowly meandering toward the wall, twenty feet away at the end of the station. I leaned back to get a better look.

Turned out to be a guy—6’, maybe 190, broad and meaty and… familiar. I was sure he was one of the Polish guys from the basketball courts in Greenpoint. When he moved a few more steps, he turned and I recognized him—young guy, maybe 21, used to work at the deli counter in one of the local groceries. I’d always thought him one of the hottest Polish guys I’d ever seen in the hood.

Now here he was turning slowly, noticing our presence through the crack. Now the only reason he’d be at this end of the platform was to cruise. Fuck—couldn’t believe the hot deli counter guy might actually be looking for dick. He began to move back the way he’d come, but I saw him look back toward the cubicle again, just as he grabbed his crotch. Damn—he was interested. He disappeared from sight for a moment, then slid up to the narrow crack and peered in.

I was ready. I nodded to Victor that it was cool, and then gently leaned him back to give the guy a good view of his taut frame, erect cock and my arm working his ass under his large smooth balls. As I continued working his hole, Victor turned an intense set of bedroom eyes toward the door. After a minute or two, I felt the door nudge in a bit behind me. We stepped back and the door opened a bit more. My Polish boy was standing right up to the door, hand tugging at his crotch. I pulled the door in and open enough for him to step in—which he promptly did—and quickly closed in behind him as another train pulled in.

He leaned back against the plywood, watching us as my fingers worked Victor’s ass, still groping himself through his jeans. Victor again introduced himself, and me—very upfront kinda guy. Pollack said his name was Nick. Victor placed his palms on Nick’s chest, slowly sliding them down his beefy torso to his belt which he slowly unfastened. While Nick worked his meat through his jeans, Victor unbuttoned the faded denim and pulled the hem of his t-shirt up and gently over Nick’s head.

After two years, it was the first time I’d seen Nick with his shirt off. His chest was broad, nicely built and well defined, with dark quarter sized nipples slightly protruding from each pectoral. I instinctively leaned sideways and took the nearest one in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, tickling the tip, gently chewing on the tender flesh. Nick grunted softly and while he leaned over to suck on the other nipple, Victor firmly slid Nick’s jeans down to his thighs, to his knees, to his ankles. As he did, he squatted down, my fingers popping out of his hole with a low slurp. He reached up and ran his fingers across the waistband of Nick’s boxers, then slid them up the inside of his thigh to lightly tease his balls. I felt Nick’s right knee as he spread his legs for Victor’s hands.

Victor buried his face in Nick’s boxers, blew hot breath through the worn cloth and across the growing bulge. I thought he’d tease him a bit longer, but he was too hot to wait and pulled the boxers down to Nick’s ankles, as well. Victor and I both stopped for a moment to admire Nick’s hefty tool—uncut, perhaps an inch longer and a little wider than Victor’s, to be sure; and not that rigid hardness, but spongy, also like Victor. Amazing, these two, I thought—why can’t this happen in my bedroom.

I slid my fingers under Nick’s ample ball sac as Victor gave his fat cock a first few licks. It bounced a bit higher, extending another impossible half inch as we watched. I knew then I had to see that beautiful slab buried in Victor’s hole. Meantime, Victor had to play it into a harder state of fuck if he wanted it up his ass—he wanted it just as bad as I wanted him to get it. He swallowed it slowly, gently, smoothly, like the expert cocksucker he was. He played with the foreskin, sliding the tip of his tongue around the inside of the hood, digging into Nick’s pisshole before taking it again, all the way to the base.

While Nick’s attention was focused entirely on Victor’s ministrations, I slid my slicked up fingers around behind him, quickly moistening his crack and watching his reaction. Not much. He didn’t spread his legs, but he didn’t clamp down to keep me out, either. As he stared at Victor’s lips gulping in his nearly erect dick over and over again, I carefully worked more spit into his crack, finding his soft, tight hole with a few strands of hair around it. I concentrated, working my fingers gently into the muscles around his sphincter, beginning the relaxation process.

Victor and I kept at it—he on Nick’s cock, me on his ass and nipples—for several minutes before Victor struggled to his feet again, turning around to present Nick with his hole, spread wide and dripping wet. Nick stepped forward to run his meat up and down Victor’s brown crack and up against his trembling muscles. At the same time, I moved over and a bit behind Nick, the better to get at his ass. That’s when he showed his first opinion about my interests... by bending his knees to spread his cheeks slightly, enough to give an unmistakable signal. Hey Mikie! He likes it! I quickly spit onto my fingers and lubed his crack again, working it, but being careful not to frighten him off. Who would’ve guessed I’d get into this boy’s ass? Damn.

I started to look down so I didn’t miss Nick’s cock entering Victor’s hole, but the sound of a two-way radio caught my attention immediately. Nick and Victor also froze. I gently patted each of them, motioning them to get dressed. We did so quickly and quietly exited the construction booth. The cops had walked the other direction and were no longer a threat, but I didn’t feel any of us wanted to go back in there to finish business at this point. Victor and I traded looks, then he leaned over and invited Nick and I back to his place in Williamsburg.

We caught the next Brooklyn-bound L, got out at Bedford and began walking north. Victor lived in a loft on Berry and N 11 Street. He didn’t seem to have any roommates around and, after getting each of us water, we followed him into a small room walled off in one corner. Inside was a small stereo, a king-size futon, a television with a vcr and various papers and books on, under and around a long narrow end table on one side of the bed. There was a doorway on one wall into a bathroom and another across from it into a walk-in closet.

Victor put on some mellow r+b, lit some candles, then offered us a couple of joints. I lit up and passed it to Nick as we lay back on the bed. After a few minutes, the weed had worked its magic and Nick and I began exploring each other, grasping each other’s chest, belly, arms, crotch… he even pressed his cheek against mine. It was so strange, the number of times I’d seen him in the store or on the street and never had a clue he was even remotely interested in men. Yet here he was, and a lot of him.

His cock was working its way back to its former height, so I smoothly pulled off his t-shirt and loosened and dropped his jeans. This time I bent down and took off his boots and socks, as well, and pulled the rest off to leave him bare ass naked, dick bobbing excitedly.

Victor and I drank him in with our eyes as we stripped. Waving us onto the bed, Nick lay back against the pillows, his dick pointing up and his legs spread. Victor dove onto that fine Polish sausage, sucking it all the way in until I got down there and forced him to share. We slobbered all over it, up and down and around. Naturally, I couldn’t help diving further, drawn to his balls, then down and behind them to the tender flesh of his ass. He gasped slightly when my tongue touched his hole for the first time, making me think it might very well be his first rim job. I’m proud to say I rose to the task; between Victor’s talented mouth on his dick and my junkie tongue up his hole, he was in pig heaven—and grunted like it, too.

Each of us attacked a nipple as we worked Nick over. Don’t know how sexually experienced Nick was then, but the way he was reacting, I got the feeling this was the first time he’d had good, dirty male sex. We’d pushed him onto his back—Victor gulping Nick’s fat cock, me still massaging his pucker with tongue and fingers. Nothing pumps me up more than working a guy’s hole—except working a cherry hole. Nick’s eyes were closed, but the fine pain twisting his face revealed a young man in over his head.

Victor spent about fifteen minutes coating Nick’s beer can with a generous layer of saliva before he couldn’t resist any longer. He squatted over Nick’s chest as I lined his slicked hole with Nick’s slimy meat. As Victor slowly lowered himself over Nick’s massive slab, I worked my own with one hand and kept up the pressure on Nick’s jerking pucker with the other. As long as Nick’s attention was focused on Victor’s ass, I’d be able to abuse his own with less resistance.

By the time Victor had finally eased all of Nick’s monster up his ass, I’d gotten two fingers buried deep inside Nick without a protest. Nick spread his legs again, almost straight out now, as Victor slowly took that huge piece of meat up inside him. Anyway, if he didn’t want me in him, I figured, he’d never be spreading wider. I moved forward to press my hardon into Nick’s slippery ass crack, sliding up and down, grinding hard against his crack, poking and teasing him. Victor steadily ground down, stretching his ass lips wider still to accommodate Nick’s authentic slab of fat Polish kielbasa.

I kept applying pressure to relax Nick’s virgin hole, matching their fucking rhythm as I worked two, then three fingers slowly inside the tight outer ring. Nick’s only reaction was the occasional furrowed brow, clenched jaw or fist, eventually a muffled grunt. Victor was becoming a bit more relaxed now, however, moaning louder and grunting as he forced Nick deep into his gut. I continued this teasing, relaxing massage for nearly ten minutes until Victor stood up to change positions, flipping over on his back and exposing his red slick asshole for Nick to attack again. Victor’s own monster was standing straight up.

After a moment, Nick got up on his knees and, feeling Victor’s hole with his index finger, scooted forward to insert himself back into the tight, hot, wet chute. He found his mark and settled into a slow, steady grind, pulling all the way out, plowing smoothly back again. I moved up onto my knees behind him to finally give him what he’d so obviously wanted on the subway platform. I applied more spit and pressed my hardon into his crack. He broke his rhythm briefly as I pushed slowly into him, spreading his legs and grunting as he strained to get me in. I bent down to aim at his ass again as I spit, then dove in to remind him how my tongue felt.

This time, my touch opened him up much easier. His hole responded quickly, widening easily as I pressed my fingers inside—four this time, which elicited only a serious grunt. I carefully guided the tip of my cock down to line up against his puckered flesh, slowly, steadily nudging against him. Nick arched his back a bit more to spread his ass as wide as he could in this position and impatiently pressed back, my hardon gently punching through to the fiery sensation beyond. I couldn’t believe how incredibly hot the inside of Nick’s hole was as my cock moved further and further up into his butt. Within a minute, the three of us were fucking in sync. I twisted around to see Nick’s face; his eyes were screwed shut, his jaw hanging open, his breathes becoming more ragged and rapid.

I knew Victor was getting a powerful fuck by the way he was grunting and heaving, but Nick’s hole had grabbed onto my cock, making it feel like it’d never fucked a man before—it was all I could focus on. I couldn’t believe this guy was letting me dick him; he’d always been just another one of those hot, unattainable neighborhood Polish guys I drooled over. Now I was plowing my raw cock up his perfect muscle butt and still drooling, only this time I was using it for lube.

Nick was one of those long, deep, intense fucks, and that seemed to be how he was fucking Victor, as well. He rode back and forth between us with a sensual rocking motion, muscles rippling across his back and ass. Victor’s hole had grown sloppy and juicy and Nick’s pole popped out, and then again, twice more, until Victor slid out to one side to take a break. When he did, Nick ground back again, but I maneuvered him easily to the side, off my dick and onto his back.

Now, a lot of guys will let you jerk them off, suck them off, even fuck their ass as long as it doesn’t seem to intimate. They’ll keep their eyes closed, maybe let you fuck them only from behind, rarely let you kiss them. But when I’ve got a guy on his back with his legs splayed wide exposing his hole for all to see, there’s nowhere to hide—you’re undeniably in the picture.

Nick lay there, looking up at me with the uncomfortable realization that he was about to get thoroughly fucked, just like he’d fucked all those girls before. Being in a submissive position is a hard thing for most masculine men to handle and Nick was no different. The pot had helped, but didn’t guarantee he’d allow me to fuck him. He didn’t resist as I spit on his hole and worked my hands up and down his crack, but he avoided my eyes. I had to keep his focus on the physical sensations. If he had too much time to think about the fact that I was about to use him as my bitch, he might hold back.

I looked down at him—fat, uncut cock still mostly erect and leaking onto his lightly furred muscled belly; massive, powerful thighs lifted up and out as far as I could spread them, his crack stretched wide to expose his dripping juicy hole. No way was he going to get away. Rocking his ass up toward me, I drove my curled tongue into him and reached up to tweak his fleshy nipples. I dug all around in his ass, lathering him from his lightly hairy balls to the small of his back. As his sphincter relaxed more and more, I could feel his whole body tremble, gripped by the intense sensations exploding in his ass.

A 6” circle around his pucker had been thoroughly lubed by my tongue. I slid a finger slowly up his crack to swirl around his clenching hole. Driving my tongue back in, I slid the middle finger of each hand in to stretch him wider, massaging it, kneading it, prodding their way into the Greek boy’s spit slicked cherry hole.

I gave his reddened ass a quick forceful grind with my fist before aiming my cock back up into him. I placed my palms flat across each of Nick’s pecs as I slid slowly in until I couldn’t go any further. His eyes were closed, he was breathing deeply, jerking his fat Slavic meat and slamming it up against my belly as I banged away, sweat pouring off us both. I looked down at him… his solid face, perfectly trimmed goatee on his square cut jaw line, huge neck, broad shoulders, powerful mounds of pec, heaving torso, spit slicked erect dick… kept having to remind myself it was no dream—I really was fucking this boy after seeing him at the deli counter for nearly three years.

Victor was looking to join us again, standing to straddle Nick as he jerked his Latino meat in my face. I sucked it down slowly, sliding my tongue all over its hooded head before creeping toward his balls. He regained some of his lost rigidity quickly and worked his foreskin across the sensitive glans. I licked the underside of the shaft as my fingers spread his cheeks to return to his overworked hole; all four fingers slid up into him without a whimper.

I played his ass for a while, still pumping my hardon in and out of Nick’s upturned bubble butt. Then Victor stepped over to the other side of the little table and, reaching down behind some books, retrieved a 2’ long double headed rubber dildo, 7” around. As he moved back onto the bed, Nick opened his eyes; seeing the dildo, he watched as Victor liberally greased it end to end. Satisfied it was sufficiently coated with grease, he offered it to me. As I took it, Nick reached up to grasp it, fingers reaching around to feel it’s girth. I looked into his eyes. You want it? I mouthed. He nodded slowly, deliberately. All of his behavior to this point was such a surprise; I suddenly decided I wanted to know more.

“Been fucked before?” I asked.

He shook his head, seemed a bit embarrassed. “Tried twice… with a guy I used to workout with. But it just hurt.” He grunted. “Not with you, muthafucka… damn… you are talented.”

We asked him to tell us what happened with his gym buddy. He said the guy worked at a small private gym downtown, asked if he had a workout partner, invited him to use the gym to work out with him. Dude was buff; gym was serious, sweaty but slick. He made good progress with the guy ‘til about three months along…

They were working out after hours one night when Nick got a charlie horse, a cramp in his thigh. The guy had him on the massage table working his leg when Nick popped a hardon. The guy pulled it out, started suckin’ and he was hooked. His partner eventually worked down to his hole which he lubed up. Later when they tried to fuck, however, the guy proved too big and he couldn’t take it. Having had four fingers up his hole, I whistled at the size this guy must be.

“When did all this happen?” Victor looked so sexy when he licked his lips.

“Two weeks ago.”

“Done it again?”

“Three nights ago; another late workout; but so far we haven’t really talked about it. It’s not uncomfortable or weird, we’re just thinking about that conversation still, I guess. Never did it before… just trying to figure out what to say.”

He also said, judging by how much he thought about men and how turned on his workout partner got him, he thought he might like sex with a man more than a woman, though he was still sorta dating a girl from school. Somehow, I think, that’s not going to last much longer. He also said he recognized me from the grocery store, though he hadn’t figured it out until we got to Victor’s. Not that it mattered, he said, he just didn’t know I fucked around with guys.

“Now you do. And you know where to find me. Anytime,” he grinned.

I slowly withdrew from him and, grabbing his leg, turned him sideways. Victor laid down on his back, his ass lined up with Nick in anticipation of the monster dildo. I slid it into Victor first since he’d had practice with it before. It went slowly and he grunted a lot, but about six inches disappeared up his ass before I turned to Nick, watching intently. He reached down to grab the dildo again, sizing it in his head, and then pulled his right knee up to touch his chest. He laid back and closed his eyes. “Shove it in, man,” he said deeply.

I started by sliding the enormous rubber head up and down his crack, applying steadily increasing pressure each time it slid across his hole. After a few passes, I stopped, pointed it at his opening—tiny by comparison—and gently increased the pressure again and again until his muscles began to surrender, caving in to the huge toy. It took a good ten minutes of teasing it in an inch, then back an inch and so forth until I got it in an equal six inches. Victor had, meanwhile, become impatient, grinding his end of the dildo further up into his gut, then sliding it nearly out to feel the sensation of its head popping past his sphincter. Nick, I think, was content just to be able to slide it a bit to and fro without losing it.

I positioned the dildo securely between them, then sat back to jerk my own dick. It was great to watch, this huge rubber cylinder buried deep in two hot guys; it definitely turned them both on, judging by the aroused meat they were waving around. I worked my cock back to that steely brand of hard and slapped into my palm. Nick looked over, eyed my pumped dick, then reached over and squeezed it at the base, turning the head purple. It occurred to me that he had yet to give either of us head, so I swung my leg over to dangle my balls over his forehead. He immediately craned his neck back and up, extending his tongue to reach the firm underside of my shaft. After a few licks, he reached up and pointed it down toward his mouth and moved it gently across his caressing tongue into his throat.

It wasn’t apparent that he’d sucked cock before, but after a few minutes, he seemed to get the hang of it and was soon entranced in the endeavor. Ok, so he needed more practice to learn how to actually bring a guy off like that, but it was still a very arousing effort—for both of us. The whole scene seemed still very new to him, judging by his spasms and trembling. His dick only seemed to get harder; he wouldn’t let me play with it for more than a minute or two for fear of erupting right then. That only turned me on more.

I reached over the grease and dildo to grab Victor’s half hard dick. So much foreskin, so much spongy flesh… he watched me play with it as he worked his own nipples. I gripped it tightly at the base, then relaxed as I slid my palm steadily up and down, his facial expressions telling me how he was reacting.

We continued playing a bit more before Victor gently eased himself off the dildo, carefully holding the other end in Nick’s ass. I moved around between Nick’s splayed legs to work the dildo and Victor stood, straddled Nick’s belly, then squatted down to take the Pole’s dick again. After a few punches in and out, he reached back to grab mine, as well, holding them together and aiming them both at his ass again. It took him a few moments, but he eventually managed to stretch his hole wide enough to accommodate us both.

Only thing was, as soon as he popped them inside, Nick’s breath quickened and within seconds, cum began spewing out of his jerking meat, splashing across Victor’s ass and his own belly and chest as it popped out loudly. He pulled on it slowly, chest heaving, eyes fixed on Victor and myself. I flipped Victor onto his back and propped a pillow under his ass. Lying back, he spread his legs almost straight out, exposing his sloppy, dripping hole.

I opened a jar of grease and began coating his crack, top to bottom. I teased his lips til sweat poured off him, and then began probing his guts with fingers. I worked slowly, relaxing him completely at his own pace. This was that stunning Boricua you see at the courts on Franklin or the baseball games in McCarren Park. And I now had four fingers up his butt and he was still pushing back. So I pushed forward. I don’t know who you’d say won, but when my knuckles finally popped through that powerful fucking hole, his cock—and mine—started jumpin’ like crazy. He’d obviously never experienced this before; he only lasted a euphoric five minutes before he blasted his load. All through his extended orgasm, his left leg started jerking like a dog in heat. It was the only time he actually made some real noise, grunting loudly between sharp intakes of air.

That was all it took to set me off. I shot a stream of milky white halfway up Victor’s belly. As the orgasm finally subsided, I slowly slid the dildo from Nick’s hole. It made the most deliciously sloppy suction sound as it came out, dribbling ass juice onto the towel under his butt. I couldn’t resist plunging my fingers into the discharge, spreading the goo around his hole and up and down his butt crack.

Victor stood and turned to stand over us, working his jumpy cock furiously up and down. It only took him about thirty seconds to add his jizz to ours, splattering it all over Nick and myself as we caught our breath. Of the three of us, I think Nick probably came the most, but he did say it had been nearly a week since he jacked off and nearly three months since he’d had a really good fuck—that was when his workout buddy had moved away.

After a smoke, I headed for the shower. Nick joined me and we took turns lathering each other from head to toe, paying special attention to his stretched asshole. When Victor joined us a few minutes later, I took turns shooting water up their asses to wash out all the sex juices. We played with the water for quite a while; I worked three, then four fingers deep into Nick’s ass. Victor’s eyes were so hungry watching me work Nick over. He actually looked pissed when he had to get ready to go to work, but I thought it was perfect. What better way to leave him than horny as fuck for the next time?