PART 13
Anthony wasn’t sure what had happened to Sam that day in the sauna — had he pushed it too far, the teasing? He knew he was potentially crossing more than a few lines, but it felt playful, and he knew from the look of Sam’s throbbing erection that he was enjoying it, so what was the harm in engaging in a little exhibitionism between friends? But the fact that Sam had quickly ran out of the sauna, locked himself in his room for the evening, and then acted as if nothing had happened between them was making him feel weird.
So it was a relief when a text from Brian appeared on his phone. Finally, something to take his mind off it all. Brian offered more money than he ever had, this time with one condition: there would be another straight guy there, one Brian had filmed with before, who had expressed an interest in having a threesome. Anthony surprised himself by quickly writing back, “Sure, when?”, only slowing down to wonder how he had gotten so okay with something like this by the time he was pulling into the parking spot outside Brian’s place.
Brian greeted Anthony at the door, this time in a barely-there tank top and a pair of tight jeans that bulged obscenely at the crotch, ushering Anthony into the apartment. Anthony stopped dead in his tracks, however, at the sight of the other guy: he’d recognize those chiseled arms, that rustic face, that blonde hair anywhere. This was the guy he had caught fucking Hilary, all those months ago. He felt his stomach drop, only to be replaced by confusion as the guy crossed the room, extending a hand. “Frankie,” he offered, and Anthony found himself shaking the guy’s hand. Did he seriously not recognize Anthony, the man whose wife he had been fucking? “Uhh… Dean,” he offered, giving a fake name without even thinking about it.
“Nice to meet you, Dean,” Frankie said, smiling without a hint of anything more behind his eyes. Anthony relaxed, stunned that this guy had no idea who he was. “Kinda weird way to meet, but this should be fun.”
“Yeah…” Anthony said, struggling to find the words. Brian stepped between them, putting a heavy hand on each man’s shoulder.
“Not a man of many words, our An–uh… Dean,” Brian said, winking at Anthony, who realized his mouth was hanging open. “But he’s a good time,” Brian added to Frankie. “I think you’ll be happy.”
Brian explained the scene while he set up the cameras around the living room: Anthony was to leave the room for a bit while they got started, then walk in and catch his straight bud getting blown by another guy. Then Anthony would join in, letting Brian suck him off as well.
As if in a haze, Anthony went into the kitchen to await his cue. Was he really going to do this? He heard the two men starting in the other room, the sounds of wet slobbering and moaning, and helped himself to a beer from Brian’s fridge to calm his nerves. Just as he was finishing it, he heard Brian call for him.
Walking into the living room was the weirdest deja vu of Anthony’s life, the second time he had seen this Frankie guy naked and hard, his dick buried in someone Anthony knew. Frankie sat on the couch, his thighs spread wide, with Brian kneeling between them. Frankie’s body was sculpted with swollen muscles, as if he had just finished at the gym, all of it smooth and glistening with sweat. His body was tanned darkly, with a tan line suggesting he wore speedos on the beach. His cock was pink and thick, and Anthony stood there for a second, watching Brian’s head bob up and down as he swallowed Frankie’s straight cock. He slowly walked towards them.
Brian reached over and grabbed Anthony’s pants, tugging him closer. With one hand stroking Frankie’s cock, Brian’s other hand skillfully unzipped Anthony’s fly, reaching in and tugging out his cock, which had already grown, a mind of its own. Brian turned his attention to Anthony’s dick, licking and teasing his head with his tongue and lips. Anthony closed his eyes and arched his back, feeling his cock immediately growing rock hard with the attention. He peeled his shirt off, and as he did Brian took his entire cock in his mouth, deepthroating it for a moment, drool and spit making it slick and warm.
“Fuck,” Frankie whispered, stroking his dick on the couch, watching Brian sucking Anthony.
“You want to try it?” Brian asked Frankie, who nodded, biting his lower lip. The man was definitely more than curious.
“Can I?” Frankie asked Anthony, who nodded his head. Frankie slid his ass forward on the couch and wrapped a hand around Anthony’s dick, stroking it, leaning his face until his lips were just inches from the tip. He stroked it, admiring it for a minute, his tongue poking through his lips. Anthony leaned his hips forward and pressed the tip of his dick against Frankie’s lips, which parted to allow the head to enter.
“Good boy,” Brian growled, and Frankie opened his mouth wider, letting Anthony’s dick slide fully into his mouth. He started eagerly sucking on it, moving his head quickly back and forth, gobbling up the cock. “Go slower,” Brian instructed, and Frankie obeyed, slowing his pace. Anthony watched as his dick slid in and out of Frankie’s mouth, while Brian went back to work on Frankie’s cock below, swallowing the stud balls deep. Frankie gagged on Anthony’s cock, moaning with pleasure at having a cock in his mouth and a mouth on his cock.
Anthony was surprised that Frankie was such a good and eager cocksucker, using his tongue and mouth to pleasure his sensitive head while stroking the shaft with his hands, using spit as lube, paying equal attention to his heavy balls. He wondered if Frankie had done this before, or if men really were naturally better at knowing how to suck cock.
Brian stopped sucking Frankie’s dick and growled, “Sit on my face,” laying on his back on the floor. Frankie obeyed, moving off the couch and sitting his ass directly on Brian’s bearded face, without once removing his lips from around Anthony’s cock. Brian buried his face in the blonde muscle stud’s bubble butt, and Frankie’s eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure as he moaned around the sides of Anthony’s shaft. Drool and precum dribbled from his mouth, dripping on his swollen pecs.
Anthony grabbed the back of Frankie’s head and pulled it towards him, driving his cock into the back of his throat, making the eager stud gag happily. On the floor, Brian finally unbuckled his belt and jeans, freeing his massive cock to jerk himself while he tongue-fucked Frankie’s pink hole. Frankie arched his back and spread his legs wide, his body begging for Brian to probe him deeper, who happily obliged, using his muscular tongue to push deeper into the warmth of Frankie’s hole, his nose buried in Frankie’s taint, inhaling the musky salty manly scent.
Taking his hands off his dick, Brian gripped Frankie’s ass and pulled the cheeks apart, exposing his pink, puckering hole. He slipped one finger in, using his own spit as lube, and Frankie whimpered, his mouth still firmly suctioned to Anthony’s throbbing cock. Brian finger-fucked him gently, slowly opening him up, before slipping a second finger in. Frankie started to move up and down, gently rocking his hips to ride Brian’s fingers, bobbing his head on Anthony’s dick, who watched in awe as a massive gob of precum leaked from Brian’s cock, dribbling down his girthy shaft, staining the denim of his jeans wet.
Anthony could see the veins in Frankie’s arms and legs bulging as he strained to keep himself perched over Brian’s face, the sweat starting to mat and darken his beach-blonde hair. Brian slipped out from under Frankie and stood up, removing his jeans and shirt. He stood there, naked and engorged, a muscle hairy beast looking hungrily at Frankie, who kept working Anthony’s cock while getting on his hands and knees in front of him, his ass in the air. Brian dove head-first back into Frankie’s bubble butt, spitting and tonguing his puckering hole, and it was only then that Anthony realized Frankie was going to get fucked.
He watched in amazement as Brian spit on his dick and stroked the length of it, slickening it with saliva and precum, pressing it against Frankie’s hole. “You ready for this, boy?” he growled, and Frankie nodded eagerly while nursing on Anthony’s cock.
Slowly, Brian pushed his dick in, letting Frankie’s hole loosen itself around the thick head, slowly pushing deeper and deeper. Anthony watched in amazement as the huge dick slowly disappeared into Frankie’s eager ass — Frankie had stopped sucking his dick while focusing on loosening himself to take such a big dick, and Anthony’s dick throbbed, wanting back in Frankie’s warm mouth. Frankie whimpered as Brian shoved his thick cock almost all the way in, his eyes watering.
“Shhh… relax around it, boy,” Brian groaned, and slowly rocked his hips back and forth, gradually gaining speed. Frankie’s eyes started rolling back in his head as he started feeling more pleasure than pain. Anthony followed Brian’s lead, thrusting his cock into Frankie’s mouth, who eagerly returned to sucking and slobbering on it. Soon, Frankie was being fucked at both ends, whimpering on his hands and knees as Brian and Anthony used his holes for their pleasure, Brian gripping his hips and Anthony holding onto his head. Anthony watched Brian’s manly, hairy body flexing as he dominated Frankie’s ass, and he found himself mesmerized by Frankie’s hairless bubble butt rippling with every thrust, bouncing against Brian’s furry abs.
“That’s a good boy, suck his cock,” Brian ordered, but Frankie needed no instructions — he was worshipping Anthony’s cock, his eyes watering, his mouth making gagging sounds with each thrust from Anthony. Brian started pounding Frankie’s hole furiously, making him moan and pant with pleasure as the older man had clearly found the spot.
Frankie took his mouth off Anthony’s cock to say, “Oh fuck, I think I’m going to cum, daddy,” and Brian started fucking even harder.
“Put that dick back in your mouth, boy,” Brian instructed, and Frankie obeyed, letting Anthony slide his cock between his lips again, but he quickly started moaning around the cockhead.
“I’m cumming,” he said around the dick, and Anthony leaned to the side to look down at Frankie’s dick, which was pointed straight at the floor, bouncing with every thrust into his ass. Suddenly, it started pulsing without Frankie even touching it, and a dribble of cum spouted out, drooling onto the floor, followed by stronger and stronger pulses. Frankie was cumming hands free, spreading his legs wide and thrusting his ass backwards, fucking himself against Brian’s dick, cum spraying from his cock in response to every slap of Brian’s balls against his own.
Anthony suddenly realized he was about to blow, and didn’t even have time to say anything before he felt the pleasure taking over, his balls tightening. Wordlessly, he felt cum shoot out of his cock, straight into Frankie’s mouth, who moaned happily, feeling Anthony’s load filling his mouth. Anthony bucked his hips, fucking Frankie’s face, pulsing his built-up load straight down Frankie’s throat, who eagerly swallowed every drop.
“Oh fuck, are you cumming?” Brian asked from behind Frankie, and Anthony nodded, too blissed out to even speak as his cock continued to fill Frankie’s mouth with cum. “Swallow his load, boy,” Brian commanded, and started pounding Frankie’s ass even harder, as Frankie arched his back to take the thick cock as deeply as possible.
As Anthony’s orgasm began to end, his legs quivered, his knees going weak, as if Frankie had sucked all the energy from his body. He slipped his dick out of Frankie’s mouth, a strand of cum briefly hanging in the air between them, connecting Anthony’s cock and Frankie’s lips. “Fuck,” he whispered, almost to himself, squeezing the last drop of cum out of his dick, which Frankie instantly licked off the tip, making Anthony squirm at how tender his dick felt.
Brian leaned forward and pressed Frankie’s head down onto the ground, fucking with force now, and Anthony watched Brian’s muscular hairy body pound away at Frankie’s bubble ass, the man whimpering with every thrust.
“You think about me when you’re fucking your girl, don’t you?” Brian growled, and Frankie moaned, “Yes,” in response. Anthony felt a bizarre thrill at the fact that they were talking about his ex, but neither of them knew it.
“Yeah, take Daddy’s dick in that tight hole, boy,” Brian said, slowing his thrusts to appreciate the view of Frankie’s ass stretched around his girthy dick sliding in and out. Frankie started bouncing backwards on the dick, begging with his ass for more fucking, and Brian obliged, spreading Frankie’s meaty cheeks with both hands and thrusting deep into Frankie, his heavy balls swinging like pendulums.
“You want it?” Brian asked, sweat streaming down his hairy chest. “Give it to me, please,” Frankie begged, which was all Brian needed. With a massive roar, he pounded his cock deep into Frankie’s guts, blasting him full of cum. He pulled his cock out of Frankie’s hole to get the money shot on camera, and Anthony watched as thick, heavy ropes of cum flew from Brian’s powerful dick, splattering up Frankie’s ass, or passing him entirely, splatting on Anthony’s cock and abs. “Oh fuck!” Brian said, amazed at his own distance, and started stroking his cock, now clearly angling it straight at Anthony, aiming for him. Anthony, amazed at the amount of cum shooting from Brian’s huge dick, stood there and let the older man coat him with seed, feeling a dirty thrill at the hot cum splattering against his body.
As the streams died down, Brian shoved his cock back into Frankie, who moaned, milking the last bit of cum with his ass. He looked up at Anthony, whose body dripped with Brian’s semen, and wordlessly started licking it up, his tongue traveling across Anthony’s skin, drinking every drop of Brian’s cum, following the trails that had dribbled down his abs, burying his nose between Anthony’s inner thigh and balls, his tongue searching hungrily for cum. “That means he likes you,” Brian said, and Anthony laughed, feeling his dick growing hard again with the attention. He thought about asking for another blowjob, but didn’t know how to broach the subject, so resolved to go home and jerk off.
After they cleaned up and dressed, Anthony and Frankie walked to their cars together. “Can I ask – you’ve really got a girl?” Anthony asked, feigning ignorance. “Yep,” Frankie said, seemingly unbothered by the whole thing. “Don’t tell her,” he joked, and Anthony laughed, thinking, You have no idea.
