“What?! You want to try double-anal, Rick?” Eric exclaims to Rick with eyes the size of ping-pong balls. “Is that even possible?”
"Time to find out, isn't it?" posits Rick, bending over playfully to expose his ass.
Rick, Eric and I are renting a cabin for the weekend. Actually, Eric's wife Tori rented it as a gift to us, knowing full well that we would engage in an all-male, all-weekend three-way sex fest. Now that is what you call a supportive wife.
In return, she wants a full report. Also video. Not endless video of the entire weekend, of course, but a few selected juicy scenes. She says she will reward me and Eric for this, but has not elaborated on exactly what the prize might be.
After a few hours in the cabin, we have now racked up a couple of amazing encounters, but not gotten Eric's video camera going. As excited as we are to try my lover Rick's offer of letting us double-penetrate him, this would be a really good act to document for posterity. So we decide to pause our horniness for a few minutes while Eric sets up his video equipment. Well, we’re mostly paused: while he does this, Rick and I have fun occasionally fondling Eric's third leg, which is as rigid as the metal tripod he's setting up.
I drop to my knees and lick Rick’s lolliprick to start preparing him, thinking that he’ll need some very strong motivation to actually take two erect cocks in a hole made for one.
Well, "made for one" assumes you agree with the premise that a butthole is even made to accept a cock, something I wasn't so sure of until recently. But after a few weeks of mindblowing sex with Rick, it is now a premise that I wholeheartedly endorse. Yes, when properly prepared with lube and desire, a butthole seems to be almost perfectly designed to take a cock.
One cock, that is. I still have my doubts about two. But Rick doesn't seem to, and it's his ass on the line here.
Having started the recording, Eric joins me in kneeling before Rick's majestic sword, then swallowing it.
"Do you want us to help loosen you ... uh, digitally ... first?"
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." He kneels against the couch, exposing his hairy ass to us.
Eric and I take turns licking Rick's hole first, which to his credit is already slightly distended and gaping from multiple fuckings and, just now, an enema. He's certainly got more hole control than I've learned yet. Lube handy, I slip in a couple of fingers while Eric gently strokes his cock and cups his balls. My digits go in without stretching him at all, so I try a third.
That's easy, too. So then, slowly, I press on – er, in – with a fourth. This takes more time, but with patience and with Eric now licking Rick's cock from beneath, I get four fingers in past the second knuckle.
Eric, as several times already today, is wide-eyed. “Dude, I think that’s just about as big as both our dicks put together.” Fortunately for Rick, Eric’s and my identical-looking pricks are considerably smaller than his. But combined, they’re still a lot bigger, so this is certainly going to be a stretch.
“Well, let’s try it then,” groans Rick, strained a bit from the stretching but still game.
Eric and I lie down with our heads at opposite ends of the couch, as suggested by Rick, and bring our cocks together, with plenty of lube on both. Rick squats above us and lowers his posterior, facing me. "God, that's so fucking hot," utters Eric as he witnesses Rick's undercarriage descending towards our implements.
I gently grasp Rick's impossibly engorged manhood in encouragement. “You’ve got this, buddy.” Rick takes my cock and impales himself on it more easily than my ex-wife sometimes took me. Then he switches to Eric’s. Then he brings us together, trying to squeeze both units in.
I feel myself penetrating the outer opening, but can’t quite get through the ring. I see some pain in Rick’s face, but also frustration and determination. He wants this. Badly.
“Hang on,” he says, repositioning to face away from the couch, feet now on the floor. He grabs both our rods again, this time with Eric’s tip aligned an inch or two higher than mine, and lowers himself again. Eric gets his glans in, and then it's time for my angled head to try to wedge in with it.
It’s partway in, but still too much for Rick, who of course has to support his own weight as he does this. Eric and I each reach out to hold up a cheek and support part of Rick's weight, which seems to let him relax. A few more seconds, and ...
The extreme tightness eases slightly as my corona slips through Rick's inside ring. We're both in!
Rick is sweating, his face somewhere between a grin and a grimace. "Holy shit, guys, we did it! But it's just too fucking much." He pulls off of mine and drops back down onto Eric's pecker, riding up and down sidesaddle. "If you guys tried to push any further in, I knew I was gonna tear and ruin myself for the rest of the weekend. I'm really sorry, guys."
"What's to be sorry for, bud?" I kneel before Rick and give him a big sloppy kiss, rubbing my hands on his shoulders. "You absolutely, positively, got two cocks at once in you. That's one for the books. Or, well, for the video. Because we caught that. Wait until your wives see!"
"Tori's gonna blow a gasket when she watches this!" exclaims Eric, referring to his wife. "Can't wait to see what you've got planned for us in return, babe! And Emily,” he adds, addressing Rick's wife, “I hope you enjoy this too.”
Tori is the one who finds the idea of her husband exploring his gay side really hot. Emily, on the other hand, probably doesn't, but is equally supportive of Rick doing this, in the sense of being happy for him finally enjoying his sexuality. Though they are lifelong partners who will never split, Rick and Emily are essentially gay and have separate sex lives. So this might be less of a turn-on for her than for Tori.
Then again ...
Rick adds, "You know, I do hear that some lesbians enjoy watching gay sex." He might be ostensibly putting this as a hypothetical, but I don't think he would say anything unless he actually thinks that’s true of Emily and her girlfriend Jackie. How is it that two female-attracted lesbians could find this gloriously cum-splattered, penetrative, hairy-assed encounter between men to be sexy? We will probably never know.
Rick's prostate is pushing cream out of his cock as he rides Eric, so I get between his legs and lick him clean, as usual taking time to lick around under the foreskin before pulling it back and taking in as much of his generous length as I can. He doesn't last as long as usual, perhaps from the thrill of having just been double-drilled, and starts tensing up.
I usually like to swallow a load directly, but this time I go for a facial, jerking Rick's output all over my face. Eric beckons me over and licks the cum off, now thrusting harder into Rick and pumping him full. As soon as he finishes, he yells, "Let me under there!" and scoots underneath Rick's groin, catching the goo dripping out. Rick lifts a leg up onto the couch to give him better access, and Eric tongues him hard, trying to suck out more spooge. Good thing we just cleaned ourselves inside, or I don't think even Eric would be doing this.
Eric and Rick point out that it's my turn to cum. They kneel in front of the couch, arranging us so the camera sees both their faces and the side of my cock. They take turns stroking, licking and sucking me. Finally Eric takes control, jerking me faster as he senses my rising excitement, urging me to "Cum on both our faces!" just before I do precisely that.
I kneel down with them so we can all lick each other's mugs clean, until Eric stands up and says, "Aaand ... CUT!" to the camera.
He fumbles the remote, and while he is trying to pause the recording, I stand up, point to my own dick, and add, "Aaaand ... cut!" I further add, "Aaaand ... UNCUT!" pointing at Rick's.
The scene captured by the camera closes on all three of us laughing out loud at this.
Finally satisfied for the evening, we take a long break from sex, eating more of the pizza we heated up earlier and drinking beers while we sit on the couch, naked, watching a Friday night ballgame. There's some casual dongplay between us during the seventh-inning stretch, but it doesn’t go anywhere. Afterward, we call it a night and pile in on the King bed in the main bedroom. We find the energy to take each other's cocks in our mouths, but not to bring anyone to completion, falling asleep with Rick in the middle.
We do finish the blowjobs in the morning, though. By the time I eat the real sausage and eggs that Eric prepares that morning, I’ve had both his sausage and Rick's eggs in my mouth. Hard to say which tastes better.
We spend most of the day alternating our time between meals, leisurely sports viewing on the TV, and of course sex. We find ourselves not always doing threesomes, sometimes two of us getting intimate while the other cooks, does the dishes … or simply watches. It's a gloriously lazy day with no goals other than three guys enjoying themselves and each other.
After dinner, Director Eric reminds us that although it's getting dark, we haven’t filmed anything yet today. Fortunately, he has an idea for a good scene. He explains the sequencing he wants to see as he lights candles all around the living room, dims the overhead lighting and raises the camera so it’s looking down.
It almost feels romantic as we come together in a candlelit, triple make out session, each of us with our hand on the dick of the guy on the right. Then we lie down on the carpet, forming a triangle, and we each resume the stroking of that same guy ... and now sucking on his big toe. This doesn't particularly turn Rick or me on, but it does Eric. We are fine with this, having both been previously exposed to Eric's foot fetish.
Now we shift so we're sucking on the next guy's cock rather than his toe. Much more enjoyable, if you ask me. I’ve got Eric’s in my mouth, Eric has Rick’s and Rick has mine. Despite all of the times we forty-plus guys have brought each other off this weekend, we are all pretty hard knowing this chain is getting caught on tape. Well, on a memory card, anyway.
Next, at Eric’s cue, we each lift a leg and shift our body, transforming ourselves from a cocksucking chain to an ass-munching chain. While we each eat the next guy's recently cleansed ass, we resume jerking his cock. I'm a hundred-ten percent sure Eric wants to share this beautiful video with Tori, but I wonder about Emily and her lover. I think to myself that when they see this, the lesbians are either going to be eating this up ... or vomiting, and I’m not sure which.
Thoughts about women watching this, especially Tori, get me to the edge. As previously instructed, I back up so I can spew all over Rick’s face. Soon afterward, Eric is spraying me, followed by Rick whitewashing him.
We kneel together in the circle, at first not licking each other but using our hands to smear all three men’s semen all over our faces, squeezing the gentle globules into our skin.
Eric barks, “Cut!” and stops the recording. It's probably best he manages to do this before I can tell that joke again.
Sunday morning starts off with another excellent breakfast, but since we will need to leave around lunchtime so Rick can get to his kid’s soccer match, that is followed by a thorough cleaning of the cabin, including some needed stain removal from the couch.
After that, we have time for one more camera-friendly session. This time, it's Rick who has worked out the choreography. He kneels down to suck each of our phalluses in turn, getting them good and slick, then stands up to dock us both at once. Rick’s foreskin is just loose and stretchy enough to accommodate both of our cockheads rubbing against his own, a truly heavenly feeling.
Then we both kneel before Rick, getting both of our tongues under his foreskin while we double-blow him. And as we do this, Eric and I are both jerking ourselves, preparing for the big bukkake finale that Rick has requested to complete this weekend of lovingly squeezing ourselves into each other.
Once we sense Rick’s impending orgasm, we stand up and jack ourselves above him while he strokes himself. Within a minute or so, all three men’s semen dumps are landing on Rick's torso. The video of our wild weekend concludes with Eric and me looking up into each other's eyes sentimentally, squeezing and melting all of our sperm into Rick’s belly and chest hairs. I've forgotten the lesbians this time, instead pondering nineteenth-century sperm-squeezing and whether Melville would have approved.
After this, we all pile into the big shower for one last manly cleanup and head for home. The drive back is far quieter than the trip out on Friday, but there is no awkwardness in the silence. All three of us are supremely satisfied with how things have gone and bonded to each other in ways that few men get to experience.
I drop Rick off at his house so he can go to the match, then Eric and I go to meet Tori at their house.
She greets us wearing a short, sexy, red silk robe. Eric triumphantly hands her a memory stick. I can't wait to find out how she plans to reward us for what has already been a very rewarding weekend.
