Date: Tue, 6 Jul 2010 22:45:52 -0400
From: Josh Halaka <josh.halaka@gmail.com>
Subject: Thanks Manhunt: Threesome

--Usual disclaimers apply--

I had my first threesome earlier this year. Once again I was trolling
Manhunt looking for something to do. I came across the profile of a couple
that was right around the corner. One guy listed himself as being in his
early forties and a total top; the other in his early thirties and a
versatile bottom. They were a little older than I was looking for, but
their pictures were hot - big dicks and thick, muscled bodies... Age ain't
nothing but a number when you're horny. They were looking for a versatile
guy who would fuck the bottom. I wasn't much in the mood to top that night,
so I sent an email over asking if they would consider a bottom. They said
that they would, and the rest of the emails were pretty standard - where we
would meet, what time, etc.

It didn`t take me long to find their place, and when I walked up to the
door I realized I was incredibly nervous. At this point I had done the
random hookup thing enough to not get freaked out, but there was something
about having a threesome that scared me. I realize now that I was scared of
pushing my limits - having a threesome was a fantasy that I didn't
anticipate ever realizing. Up until a few years ago I had always had
somewhat prudish ideas of sex. Even in my hook-ups, I could at least hide
behind the idea that the intimacy could lead to something more. All of a
sudden I was walking into the house of a couple that had been together for
years; there were pictures on the wall of their commitment ceremony and
their family and friends. There was no denying that I was there for a
singular sexual encounter and I was nervous as hell to push that
boundary. I did, of course. If I hadn't there wouldn't be anything to write
about.

I made small talk with the younger guy, Mitch, who led me upstairs to their
bedroom. His partner, Jack, was already naked, sprawled on their king sized
bed and stroking his dick to some porn. I checked it out - group sex,
natch. I said hi as Mitch pulled off his clothes and climbed in next to his
partner. They motioned for me to get in between them, and I slid out of my
clothes while Jack scanned me from head to toe. He kept stroking his dick,
his attention completely off the porn. It was flattering, but Mitch looked
almost annoyed by his attention.

I slid between them, a little unsure of exactly what I should do. Mitch was
lying on his back, languidly stroking himself while watching the porno, and
Jack was on his side with his head propped up in his hand, staring at
me. Eventually, Jack rolled me onto my side facing away from him and he
started running his hands all over my body. Mitch and I started making out,
and I reached down and took over stroking him.

The angle wasn't perfect for me - I was lying on one of my arms and
couldn't participate as much as I wanted to, but it didn't deter either of
them. Mitch started to get more into it and was thrusting up into my hand
as he tongued my mouth. Jack had flipped around and was staring at my ass
while he played with it. He started to nibble and lick my cheeks while one
of his hands reached around to play with my dick. When he started rimming
me I thought I was going to explode. Getting rimmed drives me wild and he
was no exception. I have no idea what he did back there, but it felt like
there were a thousand tiny tendrils tickling and wiggling their way into my
ass. I was so overwhelmed that I pulled back a little from Mitch to catch
my breath. He seemed more into the porno anyway.

Jack pulled me onto my back and got between my legs. He lifted my ankles
over my head and started to tongue fuck me like a mad man. He would start
by circling my hole with his tongue, then quickly jab inside and finish by
planting his face and shoving what felt like 4 inches of tongue into
me. Meanwhile Mitch moved down the bed and took my dick down to the
root. The combination of a tongue up my ass and a throat around my dick
(and the mild head rush from being all but bent in half) pushed me over the
edge. Without really meaning to, I held Mitch's head still as I shot rope
after rope of cum down his throat. He seemed a little disgruntled when he
pulled off, but when he looked at my blissed out face he cracked up a bit
and started kissing me again.

"It's not over yet," he whispered, "Jack likes his bottoms to cum first so
they're totally relaxed when he fucks them." As he was talking, Jack had
moved my legs around his waist and slipped on a condom. Mitch got up on his
knees and shoved his dick in my face. I started to nurse it, still in my
post-orgasmic stupor, when Jack unceremoniously shoved his entire length up
my ass. Under normal circumstances I would have punched him; it hurt like a
motherfucker. The pain passed pretty quickly though, and before too long I
was moaning around Mitch's dick. Jack was crazed; he fucked me like a
teenager getting his first piece of ass. There was no rhythm, no
discernable pace he was trying to set; he was a man possessed by getting
his rocks off. Mitch was smirking at me while I tried to keep my attention
on sucking his cock. I felt a mixture of sympathy and jealousy towards him
- he got to have this hot stud fuck him like an animal every night... and
there was no question about why they included a third on occasion - Mitch
had to call in a pinch hitter... er, catcher... every now and then to save
his ass from complete destruction.

After a few more minutes I gave up on trying to blow Mitch and just
accepted the fuck I was being thrown. I did what I could to push back, to
work my muscles to get him closer. I don't know if it worked or if Jack
just appreciated the effort, but soon enough I was bent in half again as
Jack was blowing his load up my ass. I felt something in my back pop as he
jack hammered his orgasm into me. I'm honestly still surprised that he
didn't snap my spine.

When he rolled off of me, I was ready to go. Mitch, however, was not ready
for me to leave. He replaced his boyfriend between my legs and wrapped my
calves around his waist. His dick was very, very large. Probably a little
over 8" long but thicker around than anyone I'd ever been with. I was sure
that I was going to die. If he fucked like his boyfriend I would never see
my parents again. I briefly wondered how many other bottoms had come over
expecting a threesome and ended up broken in two.

Mitch leaned down and kissed me as he slid inside me. My ass was sore from
Jack's plowing, but Mitch took his time and let me adjust to his size. When
he bottomed out, he started to rotate his hips, finding my button and
honing in on it over and over again. I was rock hard in a second and
arching my back like I hadn't just been attacked by an overgrown
rabbit. The fuck he threw was masterful - he alternated between long,
languorous strokes and short, smooth thrusts. He kept going bottoming out
and twisting his hips until I gasped for him to stop. It was an
overwhelming dichotomy and my body didn't know how to respond. I briefly
thought of suggesting that they go work for the CIA - this brand of good
fuck/bad fuck would squeeze information from even the most stoic of agents.

As he fucked me, his hands kneaded my thighs, my shoulders, my abs. He knew
the kind of strain his boyfriend put on my body and this fuck was his way
of salving the wound. He did something that no guy has ever done to me
before: on his knees, with my legs wrapped around his waist he pulled me up
and held me aloft while he impaled me on his big dick. His hands massaged
the small of my back as he rested me on his pole and kissed me. When he
started to move me up and down, I came without touching myself.

I'm not sure exactly what happened after that. I think I might have blacked
out for a minute, because the next thing I remember is being on my back
again with him cumming inside me. My orgasm had abated, and there was cum
cooling on my abs and chest. Mitch kissed me again and I tasted my cum on
his lips. He must have licked it off of some part of me after I shot. When
he pulled out of me, it hurt. My ass felt like it had been lit on
fire. Jack was sound asleep next to us in a tee shirt and shorts. When had
he gotten dressed? The entire experience was surreal. I felt like I had
taken a handful of Quaaludes. I left shortly thereafter; Mitch insisted on
walking me to my car and he kissed me goodbye.

"See you soon..."

The next day, I called around until I found a chiropractor who accepted
emergency walk-ins. I blamed my poor condition on a car accident and spent
an hour in traction feeling like I may never walk straight again. My body
had been fucked into retirement and I had only just turned 25. The
chiropractor was able to get me walking straight again, so I scheduled an
appointment for the following Monday and on my way out the door sent a text
to Mitch.

"You guys doing anything this weekend?"

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