INTRODUCTION: US THREE

It happened last week, on Tuesday. It was one of those things I didn’t expect, but that’s sex of the best kind. I was at work, horny as hell no thanks to these three muscle-hunk gym rats that I spotted at the drugstore. Their endowments pressed against the thin polyester skin of their basketball shorts. It wasn’t long before Mr. Happy started to stir in my mandatory black pants. To say that I was desperate for some release would be the understatement of the year. Sure I could have gone off to the nearest stall to take care of business, but sometimes, jacking off just ain’t enough. Those bohunks were all I needed to put me in the mood.

I made a beeline to my usual hangout: the bathrooms at one of the local college campuses that are infamous for their cruising activity. Due to those muscle-hunks, I had a hankering for some of that collegiate kind of action. I hadn’t even gotten to the bathroom yet before my heart started to pound out of control. I always get excited when I’m about to do something hot and nasty. When I walked in, two of the stalls were already occupied. Fuck yeah! I thought. I peeked beneath them to find two sets of feet. One pair was in flip-flops while the other set was snug in a pair of dirty, scuffed-up kicks. I took the stall next to Flip-Flop’s. I wanted to wash all ten of his perfect, pink toes with my mouth. I wasted no time and started to tap my right foot to let him know that I was down for whatever. My dick was brick hard. When I traced a finger along the tip, I got precum. I thought of the hunky boys, daydreaming of the three of them giving my throat a test drive.

I could see the silhouette of the guy under the energy-efficient lights of the bathroom as he leaned over to watch the moves of Dirty Sneakers. I figured they were either into something hot and heavy or were about to be before I interrupted their actions. Suddenly, I heard a rustling and then the lid from a commode slamming against porcelain. I hunched over to look beneath the partitions that divided the three of us. Dirty Sneakers was down on his knees. I saw his dick, which looked to be a good seven inches, maybe eight, cut. Flip-Flop took it in his hand. My own dick thumped at the sight of the scene. He stretched his body as much as his small stall space would allow. Before I could so much as say “deep-throat,” I heard sloppy slurps echoing throughout the bathroom. I wished it was me doing the giving.

I took a chance and started to toy with Flip-Flop’s ass. His trench was grown with wavy, brown butt-fur. The college boy didn’t object, surprisingly. I’ve had some guys push or slap my hand away followed by an expletive that sliced through my brazen move. It was an interesting kind of menage à trois. I wanted to put myself in a better position than just at the ass end of this twink’s tail. Jealousy was starting to get the better of me, so I rose up off that dirty bathroom floor, pulled up my pants, only allowing my dick to jut out of the zipper, and stepped out of my stall. I hunched down to find a ring of red lips that would hold a dick tight. My heart was beating like crazy. I tapped on the stall door of the boy getting serviced. I heard him undo the latch and then pull the door ajar. He was smoking hot with his T-shirt hiked above his lean, lithe torso grown with sprigs of hair. A faint odor of stale pee filled the bathroom air, but that only added to its charm. Flip-Flop’s face blushed red as he sucked dick. I offered my own to Dirty Sneakers. He accepted. I was scared that someone was going to walk in on us, but no one did. I took him by his head of soft, chocolate-brown hair as he sucked me, while Flip-Flop in turn blew him.

It was one of the hottest threeway suck-offs I had ever had the pleasure to be a part of. Dirty Sneakers gave that porn-star kind of head. It wasn’t long before he jizzed, coming hard with an orgasmic rebel yell. Flip-Flop stepped out to watch the rest of the action. Dirty Sneakers turned me loose when I told him I was close. Flip-Flop and I kissed as Dirty Sneakers finished me off with a few steady jerks of his hand, making me jizz on the floor below. Flip-Flop stood at the urinal jacking off his seven inches of uncut meat. Dirty Sneakers didn’t give either one of us a bat of an eyelash as he took the walk of shame out of the bathroom, leaving us to our own devices.

If two is better than one, then three has to be the crème de la crème of homo hootchy-koo. The group of gay erotica scribes I have brought together under this moniker of threeway encounters are some of the best the genre has to offer, allowing their deepest threesome fantasies to run buck-naked through these pages. With luminaries like Bob Vickery, Dominic Santi, Jay Starre, Gregory L. Norris, Jamie Freeman and a daisy chain of other practitioners of smut, you better hold tight on this wild ride of middle-men action.

 

Shane Allison

Tallahassee, Florida