A Little Bit of Everything

When Rick and Jon were feeling randy, which was more often than not, I'd turn them loose in my basement on that make-shift wrestling ring we'd constructed a few years back.

Most times, they'd just wrestle each other until one of them would admit defeat and give in to the winner's desires. Sometimes, Rick would be on his knees sucking Jon's thick prick; other times Jon would be slumped over the mid rope while Rick would aggressively power fuck him, his attitude all cock-sure and tough.

Sometimes, the boys would just roll around on the mat; neither of them concerned much with anything more than just getting off. I'd find them splayed out on the ring surface, trunks yanked down, cocks exposed to eager, hungry mouths. Sixty niners - the sound of slurping and the occasional moans of pleasure making an orchestral-like cacophony of carnal music.

Usually I'd hang back and allow them this time together. I was never jealous - I knew that Rick was my number one, and if he needed to just get his rocks off with his buddy, that was OK in my book. Christ knows, I'd done plenty of the same.

Of course, there was the strange relationship that Jon was building with the two of us. He was a constant for a period of my life in the late 80's through the early 90's ... and while I never had a problem with it, I often wondered exactly how viable a threesome - a triad - actually was. Could it go long term? Could it withstand the test of time?

I noticed that, for the most part, Rick dominated Jon, and Jon loved it. Though on those rare occasions when he got the upper hand, he seemed to take a lot of pleasure in humiliating Rick. So, yeah, there was a twisted sort of sexual competition between the two of them ... but there was something else, Rick and Jon had known each other for more than a year before I'd come on the scene, and they had a true brother-hood-bond.

I liked, and understood that.

Gay men who form deep friendships, often have the added ingredient of sexual camaraderie - and that's pretty terrific.

Watching them fuck each other was something I relished. I loved enjoying the sight of their lean, toned bodies become one with the other. The way Rick would ram his cock up into Jon's ass and throw his head back and grimace until Jon would cry out in pain ... or on those rare occasions when Jon was topping, the way the dark haired stud would pummel Rick's ass like a crazed dog in heat. His ass going up and down so fast it was all a blur...I loved watching these guys go at it.

If I joined them I knew that I'd have to go with their flow ... sometimes I might grab them both and just start grappling with them until eventually we'd just start a sexual brawl; the three of us trading cheap shots, grabbing for each others cocks, maybe trying to get a lock on somebody's nuts until he begged for mercy, maybe one us restrained while his cock was stroked to the point of orgasm ...

Sometime I let Rick and Jon get the upper hand. I enjoyed being manhandled , especially by these two younger studs. They were so imaginative when it came to sexually subduing someone ... I like to think that I taught them well ... Rick could be especially aggressive, and he would leave me bruised as well as sated. Jon, was athletic and wiry, his years of high school wrestling made him a slippery and exhausting opponent ... the best part of it, was just to let them go at it and give in; if they had me pinned to the mat, one of them pinching at my tits, while the other was milking my stalk, I'd moan in delight as the pleasure/pain they were inflicting on me was sending me to the edge ...

Roughhousing can lead to some of the greatest fucking orgasms, let me tell you ...

... Jon would be restraining me, his hard cock poking at my now exposed ass crack as my trunks have been torn off of me, while Rick methodically stretched and pinched at my aching nipples, occasionally pausing to give my nuts a light slap. The three of us breathing heavily, our cocks dripping clear honey on to the mat below ... Rick letting go with a couple of right hooks that connect with my gut or my pecs while Jon holds me tighter, his cock almost inside me now, I can feel the slick head of it pressing up against my tight hole ... at this point, I am pretty much gone and the boys can do whatever they want to me; and what I want is one of them to fuck me, while I suck the other one off; what I want is to be pinned and have them both shoot gallons of cum all over my chest; what I want is eat both of their beautiful asses out until they climax; what I want is for one of them to slowly yank on my cock, while the other finger fucks me; what I want is to lick the sweat off of both their sinewy bodies while I'm jerking off; what I want is to be pinned flat and have one of them smash his hairy armpit into my face so that I can take in the musky odor, while the other is fucking me into next week; what I want is to turn it all around, and beat the crap out of them both, and then take turns fucking them both until they can't walk straight; what I want for the three of us to let go and bathe each other in our juice, to collapse on top of each other while our bodies are in spasms of electric joy, to take turns kissing each other sloppily and lustily ... what I want is a little bit of everything.