Threesomes

Matt and I went to the sauna, last night and picked up a pretty wog boy. Big brown eyes and a keen attitude. Handsome face, nice arse.

We'd had a shit load of meth, Audrey bought it over, Saturday morning. Her treat, ‘cause I'd been so good to her. 

I’d been good to her? What? When? When I didn't throw her out of the house when she lived here when she was too dumb to grasp even the simplest shred of consideration for her fellow human beings. We’d wake up with stoners and druggies Sunday morning on our couch we'd never met before who Audrey had bought home, the names of who she didn’t know, she having disappeared to her room leaving them to it. It took many repeats of this, and much explaining before she got it. 

I guess that’s what she meant, but, you know, who cares.

Pipe?

We had Viagra to counter the effects of the meth. It’s not that either of us really need it but, of course, it is just nice to know. Take a whole one and my head spins, much more so than on recreationals. You know, it’s a confidence thing when you are, say we say, entertaining.

A pretty wog boy, what was his name? Tony? Nick? Jason? I can’t remember. He was really keen when he found out we were a couple.

“Both of you?” he asked.

“Yeah, we only play together,” we said.

“Yes please,” he said.

We took turns fucking him. He loved Matt and my big cocks, couldn't get enough.

He wanted to be split open. 

"Tear me apart with your hard cocks," he slurred. “You two have great cocks.”

I think he may have taken something?

“Do you think?” said Matt.

He gasped for minute, so it would seem, as we double fucked him. I was on my back, he was straddling me, and Matt was behind him. 

He took it like a champ.

“Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He shook. He dripped with sweat. He groaned. And pushed back as much as Mat and I pushed forward. He kind of chocked on nothing when we were both inside him. 

“Oh cum in me, cum in me,” he demanded. We both had on condoms, so he could fantasise all he liked. We looked after him properly. We both came up his arse, as he spasmed like a wild buck his big fat cock spraying me with his cum.

He wanted our number so we could do him again just like that, but, he was just Sunday night recreation, nothing more. You know, more fun than the Sunday night movie, not more fun than cuddling up with my boyfriend later.

He was nice though, his name was Anton.

Matt and I showered afterwards. The hot water was good, washing off all the stickiness. I think it is my favourite part of the sauna, those big showers spraying all over me. Watching all the men naked in the shower room.

Anton showered with us, two shower heads, 3 bodies. He was keen to stay with us.

“You guys come here often?” Anton asked.

“No,” I said.

“Not really,” said Matt.

We went there often enough, but not all the time, certainly we weren't there weekly, just those nights when the mood took us.

“You guys are so nice,” said Anton.

“You’re pretty nice yourself,” I said.

“Yeah, we are nice,” said Matt.

“I don’t often meet nice guys at places like this,” said Anton.

“The place is full of nice guys,” I said.

“All these guys look pretty nice to me,” said Matt.

“Not like you guys,” said Anton.

“Oh, that’s not true,” I said. “There are lots of nice guys.”

“Not honest ones, like you,” said Anton.

“We’re pretty honest,” said Matt. He shrugged. “Anything else is, um…”

“Dishonest,” I said.

“You two finish each other’s sentences,” said Anton.

“Do we?” said Matt looking at me.

“Do we?” I said looking at Matt.

“You just did I then.” Anton’s voice raised up at the end of the sentence.

“It’s better to tell the truth and live with the outcomes,” I said.

“Than live under the fear of your lies being found out,” said Matt.

“The truth is never as scary as the lies,” I said.

“And in the end, the only thing telling lies gets you not being trusted,” said Matt.

“You guys blow my mind,” said Anton.

“Nyr,” I said.

“It’s really just obvious,” said Matt. “Lies really get you nowhere.”

“Well, nowhere good,” I said.

“Can we get married?” said Anton.

Matt tousled Anton’s hair. “You’ll be okay.”

I started soaping up Anton’s back. Matt started soaping up Anton’s chest. “Oh, I could so get used to this,” said Anton. He closed his eyes.

When we’d finished, we pushed Anton under the warm water and kissed each other.

We both grabbed our towels and headed to our lockers.

We got dressed with Anton chatting throughout.

When we were done, we both turned to Anton.

“See ya kid,” said Matt. He kissed Anton on the cheek.

“It was fun playing with you,” I said. I kissed Anton on the other cheek.

“How can you go and leave me?” said Anton. He pulled a faux pouty lip.

We both smiled at him. Then we both hugged him at the same time.

“Stop, you are giving me a chub again,” said Anton.

“Oh, to be 20 again,” I said.

“Look after yourself, kiddo,” said Matt.

We headed off into the night afterwards, the fresh air refreshing, and soothing.

I put my arm around Matt’s shoulders as we walked to the car. The fresh air was nice against my sweaty skin. I felt so attracted to him and what we’d shared. Boyfriends who share together love together.

I couldn’t have loved him more at that moment. Sharing brings us together, I think it always does. Couples who play together, as they say... Or is that what I say? I don't know who?

"You hungry?" I asked. 

I slid the key into the door lock and the central locking went clunk. I looked up at Matt on the other side of the car.

"Maybe," said Matt. He smiled his adorable smile. "You not eaten enough?"

"I didn't swallow anything," I said.

I slid into the driver's seat. Matt slid into the passenger seat.

"Black Cat?" asked Matt.

"Yes, just what I was thinking."

I slid the key into the ignition and started the car.

Elton John’s Benny and the Jets started playing.

I selected reverse.