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My 3ways with Doug

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My 3ways with Doug by BradSophomore year in college I thought I was pretty hot stuff. I wasn't looking for a serious girlfriend; I told myself it was because I didn't have time but in fact I was having too much fun getting a little here and there, meeting girls at whatever parties I ended up at on the weekends. I thought I was pretty sophisticated because I'd been having sex pretty steadily since 16, rarely got turned down when I really tried to get something going with a girl, and was deeply into oral sex, getting it but especially giving it to willing maidens. Probably because I got off so much on getting girls off, I often heard from girls that I went longer and gave them more pleasure than other guys. I also heard that I was big, although I hadn't had much of a chance to compare with other guys' hardons since I drifted away from my junior high jackoff club when I started getting serious about girls. Two other experiences made me feel like a real man of the world. First I'd gotten to be friends with a gay guy who pursued me till I agreed to "try it out," which basically meant letting him suck my cock a couple of times; and second, I'd met an older guy who took me home to meet his wife and--although I didn't realize it till we'd had dinner and she was cleaning up in the kitchen--to fuck her, too, alternating with him while he whispered to her, "Do you like his cock, honey?" and breathed into my ear, "Fuck her, man, she loves it." So I figured that at 18, I had already lived life as it was depicted in porno movies before I finished freshman year. In a literature class I became friends with a guy named Doug whom I recognized as another roamer. We talked a bit about how hard it was to know what girls really wanted; we were both attracted to very independent-minded women who claimed to reject traditional models for male-female relationships-but then got all bent out of shape when you so much as talked to another girl. We got to having deeper talks about radical ways of looking at masculinity and needing male friends as much as a girlfriend. I know it may seem pretentious and silly now, but we were opening our minds a bit, and it was a big deal for me telling another guy how much he meant to me. We did everything but cut our thumbs and become blood brothers. Doug kept his black wavy hair about halfway down his neck; he was very well built and looked like a bit of a wild man. He also had a distinctive smell that got headier as the day wore on--and he was a hugger; I definitely remember getting into his smell, thinking how strange it was that I'd recognize his smell anywhere, and basically admitting to myself that I looked forward to smelling it again. But the main thing between us I think was that we had no competition about girls (or studies or anything else, in fact); instead, we built up each other's ego, we really treated each other like brothers. He'd tell me what a stud and a brain I was and how girls couldn't resist me; I'd tell him how I admired his confidence and his total coolness. And it was true, he never had any hesitation about approaching any girl-or anybody-he wanted to know better, and I think it was because his own responses to others were so good-hearted and generous, he saw no reason to feel embarrassed or insecure. Even when he was looking for sex from a girl, I'm sure he just thought of it as a fun thing they could do together, as showing her a really good time. Doug developed a thing about a girl in our class neither of us knew well. It wasn't a crush; in fact, he wasn't seriously interested in her at all. He just said he had a feeling that she was the type that looked pretty conventional but was sexually wild. It wasn't till he pointed her out that I realized she was one of those girls who dresses to disguise her body; she probably thought she wasn't skinny enough when really she had great round tits and an amazing ass, hot legs-and she wasn't more than 5'4". Doug said he thought she was the kind of girl who'd do anything, including a 3way. He began bringing it up with me every time we had this class. After only about two weeks, he said he was going to go for it, and the talk got serious: if she was into it, would I follow through? Sure, I said, nothing I'd like better. Great, he said, because he thought it was really going to be great sharing a girl. His whole attitude was like we were going on a camping trip or some big adventure together. I didn't tell him I'd had one 3way before, and when I reflected on it, I realized it was because I didn't want to interfere with his fantasy; it seemed like he was looking forward to deflowering me, to taking my 3way cherry. Polly agreed to meet us both in the tavern on Friday night. Doug was smirking like he knew we were gonna get some but of course even he wouldn't come right out and ask her if she'd have sex with two guys at once. Instead, it evolved like a date: she seemed to take no notice she was with two guys instead of one, went to his place with us, sat between us on the couch, didn't get uptight when we each started to touch her-and I was really glad to see she didn't seem more interested in one of us than the other. She got really relaxed and a little passive as we started to kiss-and in just a few minutes we were 3way kissing, both of us fondling her breasts, Doug's and my tongue on each side of her mouth but mingling together sometimes. I was very, very hard and excited and she felt us both and joked about it. When she announced that mine was big but Doug's was bigger, I said I always figured as much, and Doug got a funny look, like he suddenly realized I'd been wondering how big his hard cock was. Soon we both had our cocks out and rubbing against her. He watched as she sucked me and I watched as she sucked him. Then I got down to what I considered my specialty: I ate her out as she sucked Doug's cock. I could have kept that up for a lot longer, but Doug developed the urge to fuck-maybe because his cock was so big it was hard for him to get really satisfying head-and soon I was seeing the hottest thing I'd ever seen, so fucking amazing I just hadn't allowed myself to realize how bad I wanted to see it: this hot stud I'd gotten so close to, plugging his huge dick over and over in tight pale, fuzzy pussy. I lost all inhibition and got close up so I could see, and she loved it; we lucked out our first time finding a girl who really got off on having another guy there. Then we switched places and unlike me, Doug talked. Also unlike me, he touched his buddy. I felt his hand on my back as he lay on his side while I pumped Polly's pussy; I was stoked that I was feeling on my cock the heat of his big dick fucking her, but I was also turned on cause he was trying to hug us both in his arms while he whispered in my ear: "Oh fuck you're so beautiful." Wow. Polly was a very good sport and must have really liked cock because she let us do something I would have thought happened only in porn movies: She lay on the bed while we knelt on either side of her jacking till we came, as we each leaned over from time to time to finger or lick at her cunt. Afterwards, I hoped we'd go back to it-I don't think I'd ever stopped at one cum before-but I could see their rhythm was different. Like a gentleman, I walked Polly home, which meant I didn't really get to talk to Doug about it till the next day. When I did see him, he was like a kid who'd gotten his first bike. I always thought of him as so much cooler than me, it was funny to see him so excited about this. He hugged me and gave me noogies and messed up my hair and generally treated me like a kid brother he was proud of. Two weeks later, we went for it again with Polly-who I was glad to see had no interest in developing a real relationship. This time Doug and I were more open: the 3way kissing got hotter and our hands roved around on each other's bodies more. As we sat side by side and Polly went down on us, Doug suddenly just grabbed my cock and fisted it up and down a few times. Naturally I grabbed his. I know he enjoyed the look of awe on my face as I felt his marble-hard column in my fist. I didn't want to let go but felt I had to. This time, too, the three of us stayed really close during the fucking. I had my leg over Doug's and my arm around his waist as he lay on Polly fucking her. I felt the spasms in his body when he shot his load; if I hadn't just fired mine, it would have made me cum. Polly kind of drifted off between fall and spring semesters. In February, Doug met a girl named Molly, who I feel a little guilty about: she drank too much and fooled with drugs too much, but she was a lot of fun and very sexually aggressive. We were visiting her when she came on to us and did a funny but hot striptease, showing us her ass, licking her finger and playing with her pussy. We both got on our knees and took turns kissing her there, then we both got her faces in and licked her out, doing our 3way kissing thing, only with our tongues mingling in a woman's soft voluptuous cunt. Our arms were over each other's shoulders; our other hands were feeling her breasts and ass. Without getting our clothes off, we pulled her to the floor and rolled over and over each other. I was holding Molly from behind as Doug went into her from the front, with my hands grabbing her tits as he fucked her; while I was fucking, Doug was humping against her back and hanging on to my ass hard, squeezing the cheeks. After we all came-Molly was a real screamer-Doug and I leaned into each other and kissed, just the two of us. Molly looked at us funny for a second, then said, "You boys kiss each other a lot?" We were embarrassed a moment then we just all started laughing and Doug and I started play-kissing, making smoochie-woochie kisses. It was a joke but we were still feeling each other up all over. We did this with Molly maybe three more times and then with another girl, Cassie, and I don't remember all the details of each time. I know it was with Molly that I first had the nerve to grab Doug's balls and hold them as he fucked her; it was amazing for me and the look on his face when I did it-it was like I found the key to the innermost door in him, and when he shot his wad, it was me making him cum as much as her. It was with Molly that I first got my mouth right in and licked her while Doug's cock was going in and out; I got my lips right on her clit and sucked as he slowly pumped her. I don't know if it was with Molly or Cassie that I first grabbed Doug's hard dick as he fucked, backed him out of her cunt, and took his cockhead right in my mouth; but this became something we did every time from then on, and spent more and more time on, maybe 15 minutes of going from him fucking her, to me sucking him slowly, to me licking the girl out as Doug rubbed his wet hardon against my face and her cunt, to him plunging his fat fucking dick in and pumping her some more, back and forth and back and forth. I think of those times as the hottest thing I've ever done sexually. Or maybe not: Maybe the one thing in my whole life that's ever gotten me the hottest, the most I'm-gonna-explode-screaming-and-whimpering right here sensation of my life, was when I realized, sometime late in our 3way history, that Doug was moving his hand from just feeling up my ass as he often did, to working his hand into my asscrack, then feeling out my hole with his middle finger, the way he must have tried to do with girls on his high school dates, then teasing my asshole with a finger, then working it in, then two fingers--two of my buddy Doug's thick fucking fingers fucking in and out of my totally untouched asshole. The first time I kind of panicked and wondered whether the girl-Molly, I think-would figure out what was going on back there; I definitely had fears of us seeming queer, maybe because I felt so queer at that moment. I wanted Doug to just climb on and let me have his big dick, let me feel what it felt like to be fucked by him till he blasted hot cum up my ass. It only happened twice, but the second time I really surrendered to the feeling and really let him fuck me with his fingers as I squirmed and moaned and contorted myself to get the full effect. Doug kept his fingers in as I shot, and I know he felt my asshole throbbing and squeezing on his fingers as I came and I know he got off on it, I could see it in his face. But we never talked about it. Doug never made a move to take me in his mouth as I did him, though he would grab my hard dick, and if he was feeling really playful would go on about what a stud I was, what a beautiful big cock his buddy had, but only while we were with the girl, not when we were alone. The only kind of flirting I'd say we ever did with each other was that, after the first 3way, we took to calling each other "stud," and we'd create more and more variations based on stuff we'd actually done together: "pussy-fucking stud," "cunt-lapping stud," "monster-dicked cunt-humping butt-fucking big-balled stud." I think Doug dealt with whatever attraction he felt towards me by developing this riff, or joke, or something, that not only was I a great stud with women, but I was fatally attractive to men, too: because of this, he started calling me "Bonerbait." He said it was what guys in a-get this!-logging camp he worked in called boys who were too handsome-what they call a "face man" some places-who supposedly had a quality that turned men queer. This wasn't because I was a pretty boy or anything; on the contrary, I always looked like a football player. It really arose because I'd told him about the friend who wanted to suck me in freshman year and how the guy had gotten a heavy crush on me that was a little hard to deal with. Even at the time I was aware that Doug was projecting whatever he felt for me onto me, like it wasn't him having gay feelings, it was me having some gay quality that seduced him. But I was OK with all this: I started to think maybe all men are bi, and maybe he was more top bi and I was more bottom bi, and I was OK with that. I was 19 years old and this seemed very sophisticated to me. Doug started going out seriously with one girl, Christine, whom I also liked a lot, and she liked me. They had been out a few times and Doug was getting hung up on her; she was being casual and seeing other guys. During this period, he and I would talk deeply till late as we did when we first met; he was no longer interested in finding some recreational sex, and we ended up falling into his bed at 3 or 4 a.m. a couple of times. The first time, we put our arms around each other and he told me how great it was to have me to depend on. Talking about how close we'd been, how we'd seen each other fuck, and more, we began jacking off, then started jacking each other. I was in heaven; I remember just breaking the silence by saying the only thing I could: "This feels good." I felt his balls with one hand and jacked him with the other. Finally, I went down on him; I'd had his cock in my mouth before, but since it was part of our sexual play with a girl, it wasn't the same. Now I was very aware I was giving my buddy a blow job, and I loved it. After a long time-maybe 20 minutes-he pulled me up to him, hugged me, and said the one thing I can hear in my head, clear as a bell, 12 years later, in his voice, of all the things he's ever said to me: "I love the way you suck me." He made me so fucking happy saying that. But he also said he just couldn't come that way, somehow. It seemed like it was because he was hung up on Christine, and because I was a guy. Still, we jacked off, and hugged each other as we came, and were pretty fucking close. It happened again a few weeks later, under the same circumstances, only this time when we went to bed I'm sure we both knew we'd do something. This time I really went after his cock and got a lot more forceful about sex; it just hadn't occurred to me to take the lead before. I rolled him on his side and made him hump into my cocksucking mouth; he grabbed my shoulders and face-fucked me as I'd seen him do to girls. I climbed up by my buddy Doug's head and rubbed my cock on his lips; I pulled his head forward so my dickhead slipped into his mouth; he licked and sucked it for just about a minute. Then I pulled out and whispered to him, "I just had to be in you for a minute, the way you've been in me; I just had to have that." He said, "I know, it's OK, Brad, you know I love you, Brad." We held each other a while. He'd told me again he wasn't going to be able to cum with me sucking him, but I had an inspiration: I made him kneel over my chest and jack off his huge dick over my face, sticking his cock in my mouth and face-fucking from time to time. I'd see he was getting close to cumming and I'd grab his cock and put it back in my mouth. After a few times he just let go and let himself shoot his load right in my mouth; he was screaming "Oh God Oh God Oh God" and I was moaning around his fat dick and gulping his load and spraying my cum all over his back. But after that he was only interested in Christine, sexually. Our last 3way was a bit weird and disappointing for me, because it was with her and he was inhibited with me. Christine was hot and amazingly smart and hip and I was pretty crazy about her myself; I would have loved to make it with her if she wasn't my best friend's girl friend. But by the time we did our 3way they had their own rhythm going. He seemed to discourage me from going down on her; too intimate, I guess. And he didn't seem to want me sucking him around his girl friend. Christine did look great sucking my cock, though. Really we went back to a tamer form of the 3way than I'd gotten used to with him. However, he did jack me off some with Christine watching, which they both seemed to like; and I did the same with him. And I did hold his balls while he fucked her, and I was holding them when he came, and afterwards he turned his head toward me and nuzzled into my neck, kissing me there, with his arm over my chest, as I still held on to my buddy's balls. That was great. My 3ways with Doug have become the core that my fantasy sex life revolves around, now that I've gotten into jacking with guys online and on phone; I describe them to guys on the phone; I re-envision them sometimes when I jack off, wondering how it would have been if Doug and I had 69'd, or if I'd rimmed him, or if he'd fucked me. With no other experiences with men since then, now, twelve years later, I find myself wondering how many men have had similar experiences. There are openly bi guys, for sure, as well as gay men; there are guys like me who know they're open to bi or gay sex but are pretty happy with a straight sex life. I wonder about guys like Doug, who are basically straight but have had experiences where friendship extended into sex. I like to believe it's possible, anyway, for guys to be that comfortable with each other. Hope it's true.

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