Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2007 09:22:12 +0200
From: philippe brugger <philippe1976@gmx.net>
Subject: fisting & fucking doubled up

Andrew & Frank - fisting & fucking doubled up

This is a true story. I met Andrew in Chicago on my big trip around the USA
in 1995, on the day before I had to catch my plane back for Switzerland. I
was cruising a record shop downtown and he was the salesman suggesting some
music to me. Since I told him that I was traveling on my own, he proposed
that he'd show me around town later, which I gladly accepted, having to
spend the evening alone otherwise.

After a visit to a gallery opening, a meal at an Ethiopian restaurant and
some cruising around with some friends of his ("they're from Florida,
that's where they grow fruit..."), he finally dropped me of at the youth
hostel, where I was staying. Saying good-bye, he covertly caressed my hand
and asked me: "Are you sure you wanna spend the night here? You can stay at
my place, you know!" Not being "out" altogether, at the time, to my folks,
I was all confused and declined his proposal.

We stayed in touch though, writing letters, sending photos and admitting
our homosexuality to each other. Later, we started sharing our sexual
experiences and secret phantasms. This lasted six years, on and off; the
correspondence becoming sparse with the years. Eventually, at the end of
2000, he unexpectedly called me one night to announce his trip to Europe.
He even planned on coming to Switzerland - in spring and with his boyfriend
Frank... This was going to be interesting. During the following two months,
things became palpable: they were to be in Zurich on the first weekend of
March.

On the Friday night before my encounter with the two guys, I prepared. I
shaved properly, face and ass, packed my bag, including rubbers and
lubricant, got ready some sexy clothes for the next day. I figured: they
either might just want to meet me - being the only Swiss they know -- and
to hang out in Zurich for the weekend - or something a little more
thrilling. Anyway, I wanted to be ready for both.

Saturday morning, I excitedly catched the train to Zurich and, two and a
half hours later, met them at the central railway station. Andrew was this
tall, large guy with short curly hair and his look tuned to 1970's style,
including large sunglasses and dark red leather jacket. His boyfriend
Frank, on the other hand, was that slender 1980's blond urban cowboy with a
jeans jacket lined with lamb fur. They accompanied me to their hotel so I
could leave my bag; we then decided to go walk the city and shop.

We came back to the hotel in the early evening: earlier, we decided to go
to a restaurant to eat, but needed to freshen up first. So Frank showered
while Andrew and I talked and watched TV. He asked me if I'd like a
massage, which I affirmed, getting rid of my t-shirt. He started out
working my back, but lowered his hands rapidly. This was my confirmation
that this was going to become hot.

When Frank came out of the shower with only a towel around his waist, all
went pretty fast: Andrew stood up and started kissing and caressing Frank,
then beckoned to me to join them; I approached hesitantly. He started
fumbling with my pants and undoing Frank's towel, which dropped to the
floor. Seeing Frank's circumcised cock, huge and slightly veering to one
side, made mine go hard instantly. Andrew must have felt this, because
suddenly he concentrated on freeing my dick - fuckin' button-up jeans!

When it finally bounced out, both of them gazed at it silently for a moment
before Andrew dared to touch it. This sent electric shocks through my body,
making my dick pulsate and protrude further. He began masturbating Frank
and me simultaneously, playing with our cocks, slapping them against each
other and putting them together to masturbate both one-handed. He was
especially interested in mine, since it is uncut: he retracted my foreskin
and stroked my hypersensitive gland.

This had my legs turn to jelly, so I knelt down and began licking Frank's
large cock from one side; Andrew quickly joined me from the opposite side,
so our tongues entwined, lips touched, and after a while, both our mouths
as well as Frank's cock were soaking from spit and sore red. Meanwhile
Andrew's hand searched my balls; when he found them, he weighed and
strained them, caressing my favorite zone between their onset and the
anus. The latter started twitching nervously at once.

Andrew demanded us to mount on the king size bed, to get on our hands and
knees, with our fuck-holes facing him. Frank obeyed promptly and I followed
him - with anxious curiosity. Frank winked at me knowingly when I finally
rested by his side. Meanwhile Andrew fetched the Vaseline from his bag. He
started to anoint our anuses, and then slowly probed them with one, two,
three, four fingers, gyrating his hands to plunge deeper. I arched by back
to present my ass in the best possible position, feeling my anus getting
slick and slutty, as Andrew's fingers circled around it, across and then
down.

Our moaning mingled with the sucking noises coming from behind. Then Andrew
finally managed to introduce both his fists, one in each of our asses,
rotating and thrusting them, feeling our insides. Spurred by the sighs, his
hands drove us crazy, while our pulsating dicks nodded in tune, smacking
against our stomachs. What a sight must he have savored: both of his arms
disappearing in huge creamy assholes of two panting boys, two sweating
backs bulging and pushing - in pleasure.

Meanwhile Andrew was becoming aroused as well, witnessing our obvious joy
of which he was the cause. So he slowly removed one of his fists from one
of holes and inserted his considerable cock instead. His free hand then
grabbed the shoulder to control the impaled torso and shove his cock even
deeper inside. Every five minutes or so, he changed his position, replacing
his cock with a fist and jabbing that one in next-door. This alternation of
being fisted, the anus strained to the maximum by a slowly drilling hand,
and fucked roughly, rather nailed by this jackhammer of cocks: my anus, by
the end of it, was a raw hole, wet and widened, a last reflex contracting
it in deranged convulsions. But the best was to come.

Out powered, Andrew finally laid back on the bed with his dick sticking up
in the air, still pulsating, and made a sign for me to sit on it. I
straddled my legs, crouching over his lower torso, impaling myself anew
with his hot rod. Teetering absent-minded I didn't see Frank moving in from
behind. He pushed me down on my knees, thus lifting my ass making it
accessible for him. He then penetrated me as well, both of the cocks
straining my anus even further. I moved up and down in sexual ecstasy,
feeling them growing inside me even more. The guys pushed their cocks
inside me by turns, gaining in pace, when finally, Andrew shot his load
inside me. Feeling his cum inside me I ejaculated shortly after, all over
his chest, then collapsing exhausted onto the wet skin, while still being
worked over by Frank.

When we finally had enough it was late at night. We hadn't eaten, but fell
asleep instantly. Sunday morning, we again enjoyed ourselves, before having
to leave the room. This meant good-bye: I had to return home, and they
continued to Italy. They spent two days in Switzerland without seeing
anything of it, except a big, black, willing hole.