(Another in a series recalling my real life sex adventures. If you like a particular aspect of the story, please share in comments! Love knowing what gets you going so I can share more of that in the future.)
MY FIRST GAY relationship, eight years, was great on many levels, but pretty vanilla in the sack. My second, five years, was a bit more adventurous – the occasional threeway or visit to a bathhouse together – but not quite as wild as I’d have liked. It took years of singlehood in my 40s, and increasingly wild adventures on my own (see my other blog posts), to really cultivate my sexual appetite.
When my third boyfriend appeared, we hit the ground running. It was a long-distance thing at first, and we fucked like bunnies when together, as new couples do. But being apart allowed us to test the waters, via sexting, about our interests, before we got too serious.
“Would you ever let me watch another guy fuck you?” The minute I received his text – was it sent at least partly in jest? – my cock jumped. Holy hell, yes, this would immediately become a huge fantasy of mine. An ambition, even.
* THE HOTEL NAME STARTS WITH ‘MAN’ FOR A REASON *
Enter Las Vegas. Our first big trip, a few months after moving in together, away from our respective hometowns. Neutral ground, perhaps. The occasion was a family wedding, and all our relatives were thrilled beyond measure to spend the weekend together at the crowded pool area, drinking and floating on tubes in the “lazy river.” Fun for us for about five minutes, but otherwise, “straight people soup.”
Luckily Scott had been to the hotel before, and knew that its spa could be a pretty hot scene. Men’s area totally separated from women. Five huge whirlpools of varying temps, clothing optional. A giant steam room. He urged us to get a three-day pass.
We worked out a bit each day, and enjoyed laying about in our robes, heading in and out of the steam. It seemed the hottest guys of Cirque du Soleil must have flocked there on their days off, and we enjoyed watching them jack, and jacking each other and watching. But it wasn’t until hitting the whirlpool near the end of our last afternoon, before the wedding, that things got super hot.
We are both pretty hairy and fit guys, and confident in hanging nude together. A 50-something dude we hadn’t seen yet entered almanbahis the spa, circled the lounge chairs nearby, made direct eye contact with both of us, and figured us out. He found a spot to drop his towel, and slowly descended the steps into our pool. He surely noticed that his hairy, toned bod and sexy soft cock and bouncing nuts instantly got our attention.
“Hey guys, I’m Hal,” he said, approaching us and extending his hand. We stood up, smiled, introduced ourselves, and began to chat – what brings you to town, have you been to this spa before, etc. – and on occasion, each of us would splash himself, slyly play with a nipple, reach down and cup our balls or stretch our dick a bit. You know: guy stuff.
Hal caught me, perhaps, stroking my now semihard cock just a bit too long. “Hey guys, I’ve got to head back and make a phone call, but I’m in Room 413… just in case you’d like to stop by.” His grin suggested exactly what we wanted to know: He was up for a romp.
Scott quickly responded: “We have to be at a wedding at 6, but we have a little time. How about we head by in a half hour?”
Holy fuck, I thought. It’s on.
* PIPING HOT ROOM SERVICE FOR 413 *
We exited the whirlpool, dried, dressed, and tried not to appear like we were racing like the horndogs we were to get back to our room to get ready. We quickly cleaned up and I trimmed the hair around my fuzzy asshole and around my nipples, which makes them appear even larger and invites tweaking. Hot as fuck way to rev me up. We shoved our junk into cock rings and then slid into jeans and t-shirts and headed down a few floors to Room 413. I prayed I wouldn’t run into a family member wondering what we were doing roaming that floor looking at room numbers.
Hal greeted us in a robe, ushered us in. “Welcome, men!” The robe fell open, revealing his still sweaty chest of fur, a nice sexy bush and a now girthy semi-hard cock. He reached to embrace me, I grabbed a handful of his dick and we started making out. My man muttered “hell, yes!” as he enjoyed the show, and quickly stripped. We switched places, he made out with Hal and I followed his lead and quickly stripped nude, as my cock started to grow.
All three of us had the same idea at the same time, as Hal tossed off his robe and we all dove into the bed. We enjoyed some threeway making almanbahis giriş out – a huge turn on for me, tongues and beards enjoying each other! – and immediately we maneuvered ourselves in a daisy chain to suck each other’s cocks and balls. Hal’s tongue made its way to my newly clean but still damp ass, fuzzy as hell, and I started to writhe and moan like a bitch.
My boyfriend enjoyed the view for a bit, then took the lead, telling Hal “I need me some of that sweet hole” and grabbed me and pushed me face down on the bed. He pulled my now raging hard-on down between my legs as he licked my crack deeply, and Hal shoved his cock in my mouth for a while, clearly having a blast.
Scott precums a lot. He started toying with my hole, teasing the entrance with his leaking cock and lubing it up nice and good, adding to the generous spit each of them left behind. He looked directly at Hal: “I’m getting this hole good and ready for you. Now I’m gonna need you to shove that fucking hot boner in my boyfriend’s ass. I need to watch you breed him.”
Neither Hal nor I had any objections to this whatsoever! I propped myself up on my forearms and knees, and braced myself for the solid 8″ hairy dick that was ready to spear me. I could not believe this fantasy was happening. Hal swung around and almost instantly plunged his raging tool in my ass. “Fuuuck! Yessss!” was all I had time to exclaim before my man shoved his cock in my mouth, silencing me for the duration. Goddamn, my man was forcing me into a spit roast! I could not have been more fucking turned on right now, being used by him and this hot anonymous hotel fucker.
I’m versatile but really love bottoming, and wanted to show Hal a fucking hot time. I gripped my ass muscles around his cock each time he withdrew, massaging a spurt or two of precum out of it each time. He looked at Scott, leaned over so they could make out deeply as they both pounded me with cock, and told him: “Damn, your man has a terrific hot ass! Fucking thanks for loaning it to me!”
With that, I backed my ass completely onto every inch of his cock, grinding against his slapping balls. He slapped my ass and growled, “Do that one more time, fucker, and I’m gonna flood your guts!”
Without missing a beat, my man told him: “Do it! Fucking do it man, I need to see that!”
As if he needed almanbahis yeni giriş any more permission, that did it. Almost instantly I could tell Hal’s nuts were seizing up, his breath quickened, and his thrust picked up. He started to unleash his load, I gripped his cock tighter with my ass, and he was loving it.
My man continued to direct the action: “Dude, pull out for just one spurt! I wanna see you jizz!” He could be a fucking porno director. Hal needed no further instruction. He did as told, deftly removed his throbbing cock just long enough to splash his second hot spurt on my hole, then used that as a target to bury his slick tool again and finish the job. He thrust 5 or 6 more times, filling me with more hot cum each time. I was in heaven!
?When done, he collapsed on top of me, reached around and kissed me deeply: “Hope you enjoy my fucking hot DNA inside you, stud.” And surely, I did.
Within seconds, my man told Hal to move aside, saying he needed to finish the job. It was the first but not the last time I would realize, he fucking LOVES using another dude’s jizz for lube. So goddamned hot! Scott was already near cumming when he shoved his dick inside me, and pounded me for a minute or two before moaning “here’s your second load, you hot cumdump fucker!”
He flooded my gut to the point where it started leaking out on its own, and after pulling out, he separated my ass cheeks to indicate he wanted evidence of our breeding, and he and Hal moved in closer for the proof. I squeezed a few spurts of their combined juice out of my hairy hole, and they went nuts. Fingering my soaked ass. Feeding it to me. Leaning down to lick it out, making out to share it with each other, and me. Nasty and hot as fuck, from start to finish.
I was so close it took me just a minute to flip around, and put on a show jacking off for them before I busted a hot nut myself. A massive load shot out on to my stomach and some even landed in my beard.
We glanced at the alarm clock by the side of the bed and realized we had just a half hour to get our slutty act together and race down to the wedding, on the far side of the hotel. We quickly dressed, sharing a few more kisses with still nude Hal, his hairy cock soft and sweaty and cummy, and bolted back to our room to scrub up and get respectable. Or at least look respectable. We finished the rest of the night with family at the wedding and reception, no one possibly ever imagining the source of the two loads I carried deep in my gut. Truly I’d felt I’d struck the ultimate gay dude’s Vegas jackpot.