Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2011 21:44:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Omega Iam <omega_i_am@yahoo.com>
Subject: Memorial Day Weekend

This is the true story of a Memorial Day weekend I had some time ago.

All usual disclaimers inherent to sites of this nature apply. If you are
not of legal age to be reading this content in your city, country,
etc. please stop now before you break any laws. Also, regardless of how I
refer to anyone in this story (I use words like "boy" a lot) all parties in
this tale were around 25 years of age when these events took place, with me
being the youngest, which means we were all of legal age in our place of
residence. Ergo, you should be too.

I originally wrote this story without names, but decided it was getting
confusing with nothing but boys. So I have added names, although they are
of course not the real names of the individuals. The two locations
mentioned were also changed to cities in the same state but not where the
actual events took place. Even though it's a long shot that you'd guess who
we are, I just can't run that risk. So we'll leave most of the details the
same and change a few little things. The details are pretty damn accurate
since my boyfriend has much better memory than I do and he went over this
with me to make sure I got it all right.

Speaking of him, I guess I should give a little background on what we look
like. I'm about 5'5" with a small build. I'm pretty slim with a bit of
muscle tone on me, with dark brown hair and eyes. I'm Hispanic, but I don't
look it at all. I have no typical Latino features and a lot of people are
surprised when they find out. My boyfriend, on the other hand, is
Caucasian. He's six foot with a much bigger frame, broader shoulders. He's
not built or buff, but he's not fat either. He's average I guess, which
isn't a bad thing if you consider that most people are just that -
average. He shaves his head (it actually looks good on him, he's the first
guy I've ever dated who shaves his head and I've never been attracted to
the idea before but it really works on him) but his hair is naturally dark
brown and his eyes are a nice shade of blue.

I believe that covers everything I have to say. I'd love to hear feedback
from anyone interested in providing it as this is my first attempt at a
submission to this site after years of reading it and several failed
attempts at writing about encounters of mine. So without further ado, my
story.



MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND

There's nothing subtle about lying in bed with someone, stranger or not, in
a hotel room... and putting porn on the TV of all things. Especially that
porn that's billed to your room. They know you're dropping a hint. You know
you're dropping a hint. The question is, are they going to take the bait?

Rewind to a couple of years ago. If I had to tell you how many, I'd
struggle to. Two to three, four at most or so. It was Memorial Day weekend
and my boyfriend Cole and I were visiting my family in Tampa, Florida. Now,
it wasn't unusual for us to be adventurous and seek out some company
wherever we were (though not in our hometown of Orlando, you don't shit
where you sleep as they say).

I met Spence on gay.com. His screen name didn't really catch my attention
but his profile did, and I was mass messaging anyone who remotely caught my
eye to see who would bite. Well, he did. Before long I had him on AIM (AOL
Instant Messenger) where he had the same nickname (I do that too, sucks
when you later want anonymity... or to get rid of someone). We chatted,
small talk, nothing remotely sexual. No exchanging of a ton of pictures, no
measurements, just casual conversation. But there was this feeling between
us, this chemistry that was undeniable. First thing I did was show my
boyfriend. "That one," I said and pointed to my screen. Cole looked him
over and couldn't find any faults with the photos, profile or the
conversation so he agreed we'd see how things went when we got to Tampa.

Fast forward to us being in Tampa. We rented a hotel room as it would be
awkward for both of us to stay at my family's house. Not much of note
happened with the family part of the trip thus far (as if it would interest
you) so we decided it was time to meet up with our boy. The three of us
drove around while figuring out where to eat. In the end we couldn't decide
on any place in particular, so my boyfriend asked our new friend where his
favorite place to eat was. It was some fancy restaurant he loved though I
don't remember the name, but it was nothing I'd ever heard of before. We
decided to go there.

Let me pause here to explain something. I am the pickiest person I know
about what goes in my mouth (ha ha, but yeah it counts in sex too). I don't
eat most of the food out there. If it's too spicy, I don't eat it. If it's
not cooked well, I don't eat it. If it's overcooked, I don't eat it. You
get the idea. Now let's add the fact that I'm not a huge fan of vegetables
or fruits or seafood... yeah. So I'm dreading the idea of going to this
place and not having anything on the menu I like. So back to the story.

I eventually decided on a chicken dish (my staple food, you can rarely go
wrong with chicken so I've grown to love it) and it was better than I
expected. We sat, we chatted, we ate. Everything was going perfectly. To be
honest, I'm making it sound a lot more mundane than it was. The
conversation flowed well, there was a lot of chemistry between the three of
us. Even though we barely knew this boy and he came from a different walk
of life than either of us, we seemed to really get along from the
start. There wasn't that awkward period sometimes when you first meet
someone, it was completely natural. If things hadn't been going so well, we
might have just left it at dinner. But things were going so great that the
moment came when it was time to move in for the kill.

I should explain a few things at this point. My boyfriend is a genius. I'm
not kidding, his IQ is pretty damn high. He's also the most persuasive
person I've ever met in my life (as well as being the smartest, damn him
sometimes). So when it comes to us acting as a team we split the roles. I'm
the cute, adorable, energetic and instantly likeable one. He's the subtle,
quietly manipulative one that people end up liking more (sort of, in a
different way) over time than instantly. He's also very good at getting me
what I want. He knows how to set it up and make it happen, and he likes to
keep me happy. We also communicate very well (except for that one time, but
nothing is perfect) so we can usually figure out how the other one feels
about a certain situation. We both knew we were in sync about this boy, so
there was no hesitation in our next course of action.

We started to discuss possible activities to continue the evening with. We
didn't really have many options because of the hour, and we didn't want to
go to a club. So we invited him back to the hotel to hang out. Now most gay
men would get an idea from this. It's not exactly typical behavior for a
couple (or anyone, really) to invite a new friend over to their hotel in
order to hang out if they don't have an idea of something more
happening. Well, its possible but just unlikely. But the chemistry was
there, we were having a good time, clearly we were nice people and so he
agreed it was a good idea.

So we got back to the hotel and went up to our room. The three of us hung
out for a while and we all laid on the bed to watch a movie: Cole, me in
the middle, and then Spence. I don't recall what the movie was but we
actually enjoyed it. So as Cole was flipping through the other movies and
we were looking for something else to watch, he (by accident, honest) came
up on the adult section and remarked that there was only ever straight
stuff anyways. Spence pointed out that many times nicer hotels like ours
(yeah, we booked a nice one, I told you my boyfriend loves to make me
happy) have more of a variety. We took that as an invitation to investigate
further. It was mostly straight stuff, some of it really funny sounding,
but they did have a few gay titles. So Cole put one on.

As the porn was rolling, like ten to fifteen minutes in, Cole commented
something in the scene was really hot. Spence agreed. I was the first one
to make a move, mostly because I felt like it. I started touching myself
through my jeans. (Random thing to insert here, but if it was such a fancy
restaurant why did they let us in when I was wearing jeans and our new
friend was wearing shorts? Granted, they were really nice shorts, but
still.) So my boyfriend reached over and grabbed my crotch with a smirk,
saying he wasn't very surprised. I gave him a mock glare as I reached over
to discover he was just as hard. In tandem we both looked over at Spence
who just smiled and lifted his hands (they were covering his crotch) to
show the movie was having an effect on him, too. So here I am with my hand
down my boyfriend's pants when it occurs to him to ask our buddy if any of
this bothered him. Spence immediately indicated he was fine with it. So I
continued my exploration. After a bit, I popped the fly down and fished
Cole's cock out so I could suck on it. This is as good a time as any to go
into what our cocks look like.

My boyfriend and I have cocks that are about the same length, seven
inches. The only difference is mine is uncut (but not with a whole lot of
foreskin, which I rather like) and he's cut. Also, his is thicker at the
base and mine is pretty consistent throughout. Neither of us is very thick,
which we're both happy about because it makes sex easier for us. See, the
thing about it is, we're both tops. Neither one of us really likes to get
fucked. Hence why we like to find boys to play with. We take turns on each
other once in a while and since neither of us is huge its not too
bad. Unless he tries to stick his dick all the way in my ass, in which case
the base stretches my hole so far it kinda hurts. But he doesn't do that
often, and usually its right towards the end when he's about to cum so by
that point I'm so horned up it doesn't really affect me as much. His chief
complaint about me isn't the thickness its the length. Apparently when I
stick my dick all the way I can in him, the final half an inch or so really
causes him a great deal of discomfort. I'd like to say that I only do that
right when I'm about to cum like he does, but the truth is I tend to do it
a lot more because it just feels so damn good to have his ass wrapping
around the entirety of my cock. I -love- to fuck. And even though it hurts
him a bit, he puts up with it for me. He's such a great boyfriend! So back
to the story.

So after blowing Cole for a while I sat up, got on my knees, unzipped my
jeans and slid up to his head. I brought my cock to his mouth and tapped it
against his lips a bit, precum dripping onto them. I should probably point
out that I leak precum like a broken faucet. I produce a ton of it, and
Cole can't get enough of it. He says it tastes delicious. I've never tried
it myself, but I figure he would know what he's talking about. So I finally
slipped the head between his lips and wiggled my hips back and forth a
bit. Grabbing his head, I slid the rest into his mouth as I pulled his head
towards me. That first moment when I get all the way in always catches him
off guard. I can usually get at least an inch and a half into his throat,
and I can always tell he's struggling to get accustomed to it at first. It
turns me on so much. So after that I began sliding it in and out of his
mouth, slowly. So Cole decided to make the next move and told our friend
just how delicious my cock tasted right then. He offered it up to Spence,
asking if he wanted a taste. Without hesitation, Spence said sure. So he
leaned over with his head and proceeded to rub his lips against my shaft,
sharing my cock with my boyfriend. He pulled the tip into his mouth and
sucked on it, and I twisted so they both had even access. They alternated
who was sucking on it, the other one rubbing the shaft with his lips. My
boyfriend's cock was still out, and Spence took it into his hand and began
stroking it.

So right about then Cole grabbed my ass (he loves my ass, he says its the
best he's ever tasted, touched or fucked but I swear he's biased) and told
me that it would be much easier if I were naked. Now, you only have to say
the word naked once before my clothes suddenly vanish. Such was the case
this time, no sooner had he said the magic word than all my clothes were on
the floor and I was kneeling naked on the bed between them. But then my
boyfriend said we were being bad hosts to our guest, and we should pay him
more attention. With a grin I leaned over Spence and started making out
with him, pausing our kissing briefly to pull his shirt over his
head. Meanwhile my boyfriend tugged the boy's shorts and underwear down and
off, leaving him naked as I was. Spence was hard as a rock, and sporting
wood way bigger than either of us. He had to be at least eight inches and
not thin, but not thick. Still thicker than either of us. He had a really
nice cock though.

At this point Cole took his pants off, he didn't bother to take off his
shirt (he gets cold really easily). He leaned down and started blowing
Spence while I made out with him. After a bit of making out I slid back up
on my knees and braced my hands on the headboard, sliding my cock into
Spence's mouth and fucking his face. I mentioned that it was a shame we
didn't bring our camera, because this was really hot. Cole has a thing for
taking pictures and video of everything we do, including sex. But he
pointed out that Spence probably wouldn't be comfortable being taped. After
a moment of thought Spence said he would be fine with it so long as no one
else saw. So out came the camera! First thing Cole did was film Spence
sucking my dick. Then he handed me the camera and I turned it to tape Cole
blowing Spence, and then I aimed it down for another angle of Spence
blowing me. Spence was on his back this entire time, and after a bit of
oral action Cole asked him if he liked rimming. Spence said he did, so Cole
immediately told Spence he had to try the world's sweetest ass. I knew what
he was talking about so I just laughed. I told you, he's gotta be biased
(but to be honest I've gotten the same compliment from other people so
maybe there's some truth to it after all). But without any warning I popped
my cock out of Spence's mouth, swung my leg over him, and sat on his
face. I immediately felt his tongue probing my hole, licking it and
tickling it with the tip. I'm too tight for anyone's tongue to actually get
inside my ass, but he sure tried. It felt awesome. I leaned down and
started blowing him, sliding as much of his big thick cock into my throat
as I could. Cole stood by with the camera, taping it all from different
angles. After a bit (I should add I love rimming also, its probably my
second favorite sexual act next to sinking my cock into a tight ass) I
reached down with my arms, pulled Spence's legs up and held them back and
switched from deepthroating him to rimming him as well. Spence was a little
more relaxed so I was actually able to slip the tip of my tongue into his
ass. He tasted delicious, clean and fresh.

While I was rimming Spence, Cole was taping a shot of Spence rimming me and
Spence paused and turned and started blowing Cole. Cole taped from the top
down. Spence was great at blow jobs. He took Cole's entire dick straight
into his mouth and into his throat. Looking over at Cole, I told him he
should try Spence's ass since it tasted so good. So Cole set the camera
down, leaned over, and proceeded to lick and suck on Spence's asshole while
I went back to blowing Spence. After a bit of this we swapped
positions. Spence held his own legs in the air and I bent over the bed to
keep rimming him. Meanwhile, Cole spread my cheeks and started rimming
me. We never have a session go by where he doesn't rim me, actually. He
really does love my ass. He only did this for a bit though before he got
back up and leaned down to blow Spence some more. At this point Spence said
he was going to cum if we didn't stop, from the head alone (Cole gives
awesome head, its what he's best at if you ask me). So somehow the subject
came up who is a top and who is a bottom. We explained we're both tops. I
crawled up Spence's body and straddled his chest, feeding him my
cock. While my cock was in his mouth I told him how badly I want to fuck
him. He let my cock slip out long enough to say okay before taking it back
into his mouth. I grinned and hopped off, but just as I was about to do the
deed I could feel myself getting performance anxiety. So to save face I
grabbed the camera and told Cole he should go first. So Cole slipped on a
condom, lubed it up, pulled Spence to the edge of the bed with his legs in
the air and slid into him. Spence let out a low moan as Cole's cock
bottomed out inside him, but he seemed fine. Kneeling back next to Spence's
head, I slipped my cock back into his mouth while Cole fucked him. Cole
fucked him at a regular pace, not too quickly but not too slowly. He did
seem to be enjoying pulling Spence back towards him as he thrust forward. I
could tell he was giving Spence all of his cock, and Spence wasn't even
flinching. After a bit Spence stopped blowing me and began jerking off
furiously. Cole hadn't cum yet, but Spence came while he was being
fucked. After that he said he needed a break, so we took one. The two of
them went outside onto the balcony to chat and I stayed inside the hotel
room on the bed, recharging from all the sexual energy I'd just
released. The moment they got back in, though, I told Spence I was ready to
fuck him.

I have to point something out here. The condoms we had picked up weren't a
kind I liked or was used to. I'm particular about condoms because I only
use them with other people. My boyfriend and I don't use them with each
other. So the way a condom feels really matters to me. I'm big on textures
and feelings from my fingers to my taste buds to my dick. If you don't know
what I'm talking about, then you don't have that same problem. Some people
(I've met others) out there just have an oversensitivity to certain
textures. For instance, the first thing I do when I see an article of
clothing I like is touch it. Before the size, before the price, if the
fabric feels wrong against my skin its a no go from the get go. Well,
that's me. And I have a few friends like that too. My boyfriend, lucky
bastard, has no such problem. So the condoms worked just fine for him. For
me? Yeah. It was fucking with me. And Spence could see it on my face. I
could feel my erection deflating as I slid the rubber on. He could probably
see it deflating. So, he did something that really surprised me. He reached
over and pulled the condom out of my hand and tossed it on the floor. With
that he smiled and jumped up on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his
elbows.

The best way to describe what happened next is to imagine a predator having
just found its prey injured and only a few feet away, ripe for the
taking. Spence's legs were up in the air so fast (held by my hands of
course) and I remember for a fact I didn't give him any time to adjust at
all before I sank the entire seven inches of my bare dick all the way into
his ass. And then I proceeded to fuck the living Hell out of him. Now I
like to fuck in various ways. There's the slow, sensual fuck. There's the
fast-paced, eager fuck. And then there's the animalistic fuck where you're
pistoning your dick into someone's ass so fast that even if it pops out it
finds its mark in a second and slides right back in to the hilt. I fucked
him like that last one. While he had been making a bit of noise while Cole
fucked him, he started flat out moaning when I did it. I fucked him into
moaning. I'm not a fan of fucking standing up, and Cole wanted to help me
get off, so he hopped onto the bed behind Spence and held Spence's legs for
me as I pushed myself up onto the bed, taking Spence further up the bed
with me. Leaning down I held onto Spence's shoulders as I made out with
him, the entire time jack-hammering my cock into his ass. I couldn't take
it for long. His ass, the tension, the build up... I shot spurt after spurt
of cum deep inside of him. He knew I had just lost it, and he just smiled.

At that point I was tired. But instead of collapsing, I went to the
bathroom to take a leak. My boyfriend had to tell me what happened
next. Keep in mind, Cole hadn't gotten to cum yet. Spence knew this, so he
asked Cole what he wanted to do. Cole (being the polite boy that he is)
asked Spence if he could take some more fucking. Spence said sure, so Cole
climbed onto him and fucked yet another load into Spence's ass. By that
point, the three of us were completely exhausted, not only from the day's
events but from the several hours of mind blowing sex we'd just had. We
fell asleep in the opposite position we were laying in earlier, with me in
the middle and the other two having swapped (thank goodness for nice hotels
and king size suites). I don't think I dreamt that night, but I did sleep
very soundly after thoroughly wearing myself out. I recall the other two
had no problems falling asleep either.

The next morning, I was ridiculously horny. I'm one of those guys that
wakes up horny as opposed to being horny at night. I won't actually wake up
with morning wood (oddly enough) but I wake up, some days, so fucking horny
it drives me nuts. I looked over and my boyfriend was still asleep. Spence
was lying next to me, face down, also asleep. I looked at that bubble
butt... I just couldn't resist. Like I said before, I produce a lot of
precum and it makes for a natural lube that's not perfect but damn good. I
gently laid myself on top of him and began kissing his neck and
shoulders. Grinding my cock against his ass, I slowly worked the tip of my
dick closer and closer to his hole. I didn't want to wake him up just yet,
so I was very gentle and slow about it as I slid inside of him. Once I was
buried in all the way, I began a slow and steady pace of in-and-out
sliding. Little by little, I got faster and faster. He woke up around this
time, realizing what was going on. He kept his face in the pillows,
moaning. I could feel his ass squeezing my cock as he tightened the
muscles. By now Cole had woken up and had the video camera out, taping the
whole thing. My cock sliding in and out of his ass, the way my ass moved as
I fucked him, the way Spence moved as I fucked him... he got a third load
in him in no time. I remember I leaned down and kissed his shoulder, back
and neck when I was done. I've always been that way.

And that was our weekend. Well, not really. But that was the end of the
sex. We actually hung out with Spence some more, I even took him over to my
family's house for a party we were having. He mixes some mean drinks, let
me tell you. He was a total hit with everyone. I don't think anyone guessed
that our new friend was carrying around three of our mixed loads in him the
entire time.

I'd like to say that we had many more adventures with him, but the truth is
we didn't. The next time we visited Spence was in a relationship and we
respected that. We did make a friend of him though, and hung out a lot more
whenever we were in town. We're still friends, casually, to this day but we
don't keep in touch the way we used to. C'est la vie.


That's my story. At least one of them.


For the record, that was actually the first time Cole and I fucked any of
our "adventures" bareback. We decided we lucked out in not making a bad
call that time, but things today are so bad its just not worth the risk to
keep playing unsafe with people we don't know too well. So we haven't done
it since and more than likely won't, except in very rare circumstances that
are out of the ordinary or involve people who aren't just random
hook-ups. Like a certain friend of mine Cole and I really, really wanna
double penetrate if we can get him to visit...


Maybe if I hear people liked my tale I'll be motivated to write another one
and that would sure make for some great material!

Thanks for reading boys (and maybe girls); let me know what you think!