The door was unlocked, the way I’d left it, heart hammering. Matt came in first, six-three of married muscle, whiskey on his breath, Dutch courage sharp in the air. He pressed me to the wall, mouth devouring mine, stubble rasping, tongue sliding deep. I tore his shirt; buttons ricocheted, jeans hit the floor. Naked, cocks grinding, pre-cum slicking each other’s shafts.
I sank to my knees, tongue raking his chest, teeth grazing a nipple—he growled low. I took his steel-hard cock to the root, lips sealed tight, cheeks hollowing. He threaded fingers through my hair, hips rolling slow, letting me set the pace.
The door creaked wide. Darren stepped in, shirt already open, hairy chest rising fast. They’d never met—two straight guys I’d tasted separately, both a little nervous, cocks half-hard, eyes flicking between challenge and curiosity.
I eased off Matt with a wet pop, stood, and greeted Darren with a kiss, then Matt, before nudging their mouths together. Stubble scraped, lips brushed—taboo spark. Matt’s wedding ring glinted as he slid a hand around Darren’s waist; Darren’s palm settled on Matt’s ass. Tongues met, clumsy then hungry, a real man-on-man kiss, low moans vibrating.
We dropped to the rug. Darren leaned in, trying both our cocks past his lips—cheeks full, eyes shining, sucking greedily. Matt and I shared a deep kiss above him, tongues tangling while Darren worked us in wet, eager strokes.
We shifted into a sweaty circle on the floor. I lay on my side, mouth wrapped around Matt’s thick shaft, sliding slow and deep. Matt’s lips sealed around Darren’s fat cock, cheeks hollow, hand stroking the base. Darren’s mouth engulfed me—hot, wet, stubble grazing my skin with every bob, tongue swirling, nose brushing my pubes. The room filled with soft slurps and moans, hips rocking in easy rhythm. Spit glistened on skin. Matt’s hand rested on my hip, guiding gently; Darren’s palm cupped Matt’s ass, urging a little faster. We moved like a tide—each glide feeding the next, a smooth loop of heat and suction. My jaw tingled, Darren’s breath hitched around me, Matt’s balls brushed Darren’s chin. The air thickened, the chain tightening, faster, sweeter.
Matt broke first. “I’m gonna shoot.” Darren and I knelt, mouths open. He groaned, cum lashing my tongue, thick ropes flooding my mouth and streaking my cheek. Darren licked the stray drops from my skin, fed them back in a slow, salty kiss.
I stood, balls aching. They dropped to their knees, Matt’s ring catching the light. I came hard—sticky ropes across tongues, eyelids, chins. They kissed, tongues sliding through my load, swallowing with soft moans, licking each other clean.
Then Darren’s turn. I took him deep; he shuddered, spilling hot down my throat. Matt leaned in, tongue lapping the last drop from Darren’s slit with a satisfied hum.
We collapsed onto the sofa—three naked men, cocks glossy, hairy thighs tangled. Laughter rumbled low, easy now. Matt checked his watch, voice husky: “Gotta beat my wife home.” Darren smirked, licking a stray drop from Matt’s lip. “Next time, I’m late on purpose.” I grinned, tasting them both, already stirring again. |
