In Stephen’s and my gay world, we have a number of friends maybe twenty or so really good friends. Some come from Stephen knowing them before we met and some from my previous past. Some of them are platonic pals and some a lot more than platonic.
When we think about it the are a few who we have met and become friends and very good friends as well.
One guy we met this past summer has in many ways become very special to both of us. Let me introduce you to Mitch. Thirty-two years old, fit, sort of a dancers build but slightly bigger, six foot one tall, and stunningly good looking. As I say to Stephen, almost the equal of him in my eyes and he says to me the same. Like both of us Mitch is blond but darker than us both, almost fair haired.
What makes Mitch is that he has the most out-going, fun loving personality. His eyes are constantly sparkling, and he has the sexiest prize-winning smile which show off perfect pearly white teeth.
How did we meet? Through sailing.
It was late August and we had taken our cruising yacht, “Morviajyow” (Sea Journey in Cornish) over to mouth for some repairs which were going to take a couple of weeks. We had wanted them done before the winter when we’d be putting the boat ashore for the winter to protect it from the Winter storms. I had sailed from Penzance around the Lizard and up the English Channel by myself and Stephen had driven in the Range Rover the next day and we’d planned to have three nights on board, relaxing and showing the builders the alterations and repairs we required.
We had arranged a berth and I had tied up securely. Stephen turned up a couple of hours after I had arrived and joined me on board. Although only apart for one night, we were very happy to be with each other again.
After a kiss, cuddle and grope, we had a bite to eat from the galley and a cooling drink and Stephen went up on deck to stretch his long legs and to get some fresh air as I tidied up and made the bed for the night.
Making my way back to join Stephen I could hear his wonderful deep voice talking to someone and I wondered who it might be. Moving through the hatchway I had expected him to be talking to someone on the slipway, but he was on the other side of the boat facing a much smaller yacht than ours which was also much lower in the berth. I walked to join him and looked down.
Stephen announced me to the owner, “Mitch this is my husband, Gerren; Gerren, say hello to Mitch”. I looked down to the owner of the yacht and my heart skipped a beat, almost the same as when I saw Stephen for the first time. The guy was stunningly handsome, and he looked up at me with the most wonderful welcoming smile.
“Hi Gerren”, he called up and his eyes focused on both of us. “Did you say husband? I’d have thought you were brothers”.
It was not the first time we had heard this and we laughed.
“Hi Mitch, no we are definitely not brothers, Stephen is my husband of some five years now”.
If it were possible, Mitch’s smile broadened. “It’s great to meet you both. What are you doing here”?
We explained and his smile and eyes didn’t change. When I mentioned that I had sailed up from Penzance, Mitch told us that he had never been to Cornwall, by land or sea. Already my devious mind was making plans for his handsome man to visit as soon as possible, and the vibes I was getting from Stephen was very similar.
We asked Mitch why he was in Portsmouth. He had sailed from London and was on holiday. His boat was his pride and joy and he loved sailing, and he was going to be sailing around the area and also around the Isle of Wight before going back to London later that week. He had decided to base himself in Portsmouth. Again his eyes and smile never stopped gleaming.
“Hey, we’re going to be neighbours for a few days”. Mitch straightened up and I noticed his frame for the first time and the impressively filled Speedo’s he was just about wearing.
“Why don’t you come on board and have a look around, I’m sure Gerren can rustle up a decent bottle of wine for us to share and enjoy”. Stephen invited, emphasising the words ‘share and enjoy’.
“I’d like that a lot”, Mitch told us, “but I’ve some tidying up to do here first if you don’t mind, I’ve just berthed after a great day’s sailing. Shall we say in an hour or so”?
We agreed and left Mitch to his chores and went below.
“Fuck”. We almost said it simultaneously. “He’s fucking gorgeous”. Stephen told me. I agreed.
“Do you think he’s gay”? I asked.
“Well, there was no reaction to our announcing that we are man and man”? Stephen assured me. “And he’s alone, no mention of wife or partner, male or female, but we really didn’t ask”.
My mind was elsewhere. “Did you see the package in those revealing Speedo’s”?
“Could be all balls, you never know and I’ve still to see the arse on him”.
“So, you’d like to share him”.
“Fuck yes if we get the chance”. I was so happy that Stephen was also interested.
“We’ve got an hour – why don’t I go to the local store and buy a few nibbles to go with the wine”.
“Good idea, my handsome. I was just thinking if we should make a second bottle available”?
I laughed. “With any luck, we won’t even finish the first bottle, and my gut feeling is that he want’s it as much as we do”.
I went off to the store, waving at Mitch as I passed by who waved back still with the eyes and the grin that launched a thousand ships. He was busying himself sorting out his sail to be stored away in it’s hold. I noticed him bed over and man hid he ever have a fuckable arse. Fingers crossed that Stephen and I would find out for sure later.
When I returned from shopping, I noticed immediately that Stephen had changed clothing and was wearing much more revealing clothing, showing off a lot more flesh and muscle.
“Go and change too”, he told me, “Let’s see his reaction to lots of male flesh”.
I changed and received Stephen’s approval. He had also been plotting. “We’ll sit at the table opposite each other, facing so he had to sit next to one of us. We’ll let him choose”.
I’d got a bottle of Italian while, a Soave, and put it in a cooler on the table with three glasses and sorted out the nibbles.
More or less on time, Mitch was calling for permission to come aboard and Stephen went up to welcome our guest and to bring him below. In the galley I joined them both and he looked up at us both. “Wow, you’re both so fucking tall”.
We explained that we had the yacht adapted for our height so that we weren’t below almost bent double all the time, and we showed him around the galley and the other accommodation including the two bedrooms.
“Fuck, this must have cost some money”. Mitch was impressed. We guided him to the table and Stephen and I sat opposite each other as planned. He stood at the end of the table as if trying to decide where to sit and chose to sit with Stephen. I noticed that Mitch was wearing tight shorts which showed off his substantial package and again I hoped it wasn’t going to be all balls and hardly any dick.
Mitch’s smile never wavered, and I noticed that like me he had green eyes and they really shone with interest and delight. I was wondering just how brightly they’d shine with Stephen’s dick totally in his butthole being plowed into the hull of the yacht or my dick deep inside of his sexy mouth and throat.
I opened the bottle and poured out three generous glasses of the wine and handed it to the guys and took my own and saluted the guys.
Stephen started the conversation by asking Mitch about himself.
He owned and ran a modelling agency in Central London. Nothing big, just a couple of rooms for offices and a studio and a couple of changing rooms. He lived above the studio, alone. Mitch had started in the industry when he was just a teenager, modelling clothes for teen magazines and loved the industry and became friendly with agents and photographers and when he left school, he set up his own place and things had grown since then. He still modelled and earned big money travelling to Paris, Milan, New York and Miami modelling. He was much wanted by swimwear companies in the US and made a mint one year when he was just twenty-two.
Mitch had also enjoyed sailing with an Aunt and Uncle from Norfolk and used to go out into the North Sea with them in the summer when he wasn’t working. With the money he had earned he set up his business and had bought the little yacht that was moored next to ours and he loved travelling out of Greenwich and sailing down the South Coast.
Mitch was single, we found out and never had a permanent lover though many had tried to ensnare him. “I like playing the field and with the guys who are in the modelling industry, I get to experience some really hot guys on a short-term basis which suits me well”.
We found out that Mitch had very few long-term friends either. He spoke about one guy who interested us as his name was Chris and from Mitch’s description, we later thought that it could have been the same Chris that we knew, the portrayal was so similar.
The wine had relaxed Mitch and he was talking about his very late teens and early twenties when he was working as a model in New York and Miami.
“I was either fucking or being fucked nearly every day, I was so popular: Back then I was a real slut for sex and the guys were queuing up to be with me and I really didn’t mind at all”. He was happily quite open with us both almost squealing with laughter as he told us. It added to his attractive personality.
“I was of course always safe at all times and I did have the time of my life, though now, I’m much more restrained. Much fewer partners and I use PreP now”. He was still grinning as he talked to us.
“Being in the business I’m in I get to work for and with some of the hottest male models around and at times the director’s chair gets used and sometimes I don’t even have to try and there are times I might have to fight off some guys”.
He took a glug of wine emptying his glass and I re-filled it for him, and went to the fridge to open a second bottle. When I returned Stephen was telling Mitch how he met me during a visit to St Ives when he was best man for one of his battalion troopers who was marrying locally, and the events that led to his coming to what was now our home and discovering a lot of great things about me.
I got my words in about what I liked about Stephen as well and we spoke about the build up to our wedding and how both of us before we had met, were very wary of a relationship.
Still with glistening eyes and smiling, Mitch admitted to us that he had never even considered being so close to a guy to want to marry or be in a relationship like ours. He even told us both that a few years before when he was in his late twenties, he would have bedded us individually and then marked us off as done. He wouldn’t have even considered us as friend material. “Although”, he added looking at me with those eyes and grin, “maybe I’d make a certain exemption”.
“But this afternoon when I first saw Stephen on deck and looked up at him my juices flowed and then when you, Gerren, joined him I thought ‘I want to know these sailors and know them well.’”.
Mitch shifted in the table bench closer to Stephen, looking over his body and stroked his muscled arm. Stephen looked over at me and I nodded, and Stephen took hold of Mitch’s chin and pulled his face to his and the guys kissed. Not a gentle peck on the lips but a full-blown tongue fighting kiss. When finished Mitch gasped for air and moved his hands over Stephen’s huge chest and down over his flay stomach.
I couldn’t see from where I was sitting opposite the table but I sure noticed that his hand moved lower and to Stephen’s crutch. Mitch’s eyes bulged and he called out., “Holy fuck, you’re huge everywhere”.
This was my signal to stand up and to tell the guys that we were moving this action to the bedroom. There was no resistance from Mitch. I led the way and Mitch followed me with Stephen behind. “I am right in supposing that you have no objection to a three-way”? I asked him. I turned to face Mitch and received a kiss from him, and sweet and wanting kiss. It was the only answer I needed.
His hands were now all over me and I felt my crutch felt and rubbed around, and Mitch looked at me.
“Both of you”? he questioned. “You’re both equally hung as well”?
Stephen was standing behind Mitch and had dropped his shorts and his cock was straining upwards. He held onto Mitch’s shoulders and turned him around returning the earlier kiss and guiding Mitch’s hands to his massive erection. Mitch jumped back when he felt his hand on Stephen’s dick and he looked down at it. For the first time I saw shock on his face. “Christ, I’ve not seen one this big in some time”, he said admiringly.
I had now dropped my shorts to the floor and had stroked the foreskin back over my shaft and turned Mitch around to look at my cock. “Hell fire, now I see some of the attraction that you saw in each other. How could you not find each other unattractive. Jeeze, I’ve got to try both these monsters”. He fell to his knees, holding both our cocks in each hand, gently stroking us and closely inspecting each of us, and sniffing us both.
Stephen and I leaned over our newly found cock inspector and kissed each other, happy that we had a new and very sexy conquest coming up. From what I had gathered from the talk earlier Mitch was versatile and used to large cock. We were all going to be very happy.
I called out. “Before anything else happens, let’s get this guy naked”. I told Stephen, “Then he won’t be in a position to run away from us quite so quickly”. Mitch stood up and was eagerly taking off his clothes.
“There is no way I’m running away from you studs”, he grinned at us, “I want both you guys for sure”.
The first thing I noticed when Mitch was stripping off was that his body was very nicely muscled and smooth and very tanned and delightfully with no fat, he had a very definite tan line showing off his very light skin around his butt and pelvic area, it was if he regularly caught the sun or sat in the tanning lounge for twenty minutes every day. Also, I caught a glimpse of a nipple bar on his left tit. The other nip was clear. It was very sexy. Looking down and over his lovely body I noticed his dick.
He had a substantial dick maybe seven and a half inches and very thick. He was uncut and his foreskin had pulled right back. What really interested me though was that Mitch was also wearing a very thick chrome plated stainless steel cock ring. Mitch was also a guy who kept his pubic hair very short. His balls were also shaved and as he stood in front of us his cock waved about in the air. Naked, Mitch looked every inch an outgoing friendly model type. More built that many models and just as sexy and desirable.
Stephen and I also stripped naked and we each faced each other rubbing our dicks together as they swung in the air, though Stephen, a good five inches taller than mitch had to force his cock downwards to join in.
We pushed the naked and excited Mitch onto the bed. Stephen kneeling at our guest’s head offering the monster to his lips and I went down to suck on the thick offering that was already leaking in excitement. His cock tasted sweet and I had to stretch my jaw open slightly to take in the throbbing and very warm cock head. As I sucked, I held his shaved balls in one hand and weighed them and took in the sexy cock ring. I gripped the thick shaft and wanked it as I sucked on the head giving it plenty of tongue action. Grunting came from Mitch’s throat, whether from the pleasure I was giving him or the delight he felt as he gallantly tried to stuff as much of Stephen fat prick into his mouth I couldn’t tell.
I also reached up to feel his chest. I wanted to experiment with that nip bar. He had ben pierced tightly over the flat nipple and it raised the skin around the nip slightly. I really wanted to see what I could do with that nip, being one well into giving and receiving nip play.
For now, I concentrated on sucking on his fat member which was really hard. Some guy’s dicks when as thick as Mitch has, are slightly spongy when you squeeze them but Mitch’s dick was just as hard as my own and Stephen’s.
As Mitch tried to stuff all of Stephen’s cock into his throat, Stephen was talking gently to the guy, telling him to take it easy and that not all guys could take all of his cock into their throats. “There is plenty of time for you to adjust those throat muscles. Concentrate on just giving me pleasure”.
Mitch let the fat member out of his mouth and gasped “Ok, but I’m so excited being with you both and God what a fucking sexy voice you got”. Stephen chuckled and pushed him back onto his cock.
At the other end, I was now licking Mitch’s fat shaft and for some reason also licking the cock-ring. I also took in his smooth shaved balls into my mouth and then pulled his legs apart to open up the way to his arsehole. When I saw his hole, I gasped in pleasure. It was hairless and an absolute beauty, if you can ever say an anus was beautiful. It was an attractive hole as I immediately wanted to thrust my face in there and I did.
In an instant my face in in there and I was licking away at it. Mitch’s body spasmed suddenly and he called out “Aw Fuck YEAH!”, which was all the encouragement I needed.
“Go on man eat out my hole; It’s the one thing I hoped you guys would do to me. I fucking love rimming and being done”. I was suddenly aware that Stephen’s face was right by mine with his tongue ready to join me as I licked away. He joined in with me as we took alternate licks at Mitch’s hole, at time making our tongues clash against each other and then kissing as we swapped spit and the taste of the rimmed hole on our lips and tongues, before diving back to continue rimming.
So far, my cock hadn’t received any attention from Mitch and I wanted to see that and some sexy face and mouth around my cock. I wanted to feel just how good the self-confessed ‘slut’ was at cock-sucking. This required a change of position. We got Mitch down on all ours on the bed and I fed him my cock into his face and Stephen knelt behind Mitch and continued rimming his hole.
Mitch was an excellent sucker, and I think he found my slightly smaller cock, in length and girth easier to take into his throat. I looked down on him and into those sexy naughty green eyes and they shone just as brightly as earlier when he was describing his sluttiness in the US.
There was almost a constant movement on the bed as we were changing position nearly all the time and I found myself on my back with my legs were raised into the air. Mitch had made his way with his mouth licking the tender and sensitive area between my balls and legs, and then he dived into my hole licking away with long wet laps.
His butt was in the air and Stephen was fingering and licking Mitch’s sweet hole in preparation for a good fuck. The way it felt to me was the more Stephen worked on Mitch’s hole the more eagerly he was rimming me out. I couldn’t see clearly and really wished we had a mirror in the yacht’s bedroom. I called out to Stephen, “I don’t know what you’re doing down there but the effect up here is marvellous”. Mitch gave a loud giggle.
I told Mitch to get back down on my cock and yet again he moved position and we were in a sixty-nine with him on top of me and now I could see Stephen working Mitch’s hole above me, pushing in a couple of his long fingers on his huge hand, pulling out and licking them both and pushing his face into the butt facing him and moving his face hard against the hole. I was looking forward to watching Stephen’s massive manhood really opening up Mitch’s hole and watching him ram the handsome guy.
I was really enjoying the mouth, lip and tongue action on my cock, one thing we hadn’t done so far was to explore the sensitivity of Mitch’s nips. The nip bar intrigued me. Just how far could I go with it and what would Mitch’s reaction be and how good was Mitch at nip play.
I was determined that the next time we moved around, I’d get into some good nip action. I knew that a nip piercing made a nipple very sensitive, though never thought of having any part of my body pierced. I loved Stephen more as his body was clean of tattoos and piercing, though I had no problems with Mitch’s nip bar. It suited his very outgoing personality.
We had ended up with Mitch sitting on Stephen’s face, facing me and we were kissing deeply and checking out the other’s bodies. Our cocks rubbing against each other and I went for the barred nip, twisting it three hundred and sixty degrees. The only reaction I got from Mitch was that he opened his mouth wide as we kissed and called out a ‘haaaaaa’, breathlessly quiet. Below, Stephen gave a grunt of pleasure. Mitch’s nips were definitely wired. I pulled away at the other nipple, pinching it hard and pulling it away from his chest muscle and letting it go. Mitch’s eyes were burning with delight and he went down on my nips with his mouth, sucking on them in turn and then tonguing them and then nipping then with his teeth, bending his head to one side and looking up at me as he pulled my nips away from my body and letting me see what he was doing.
In return I pulled and twisted on his nip bar. His green eyes slightly watering at the exquisite pain I was giving him and loving the pleasure he was returning to me. I called down to Stephen that it was a shame we didn’t have the ‘Y’ chain nip clamps and cock-ring that Mike and Carl had given us a few years back and that it would be fun to try them out on Mitch, he was so into nip play.
That interested Mitch. “What’s that about”?
I told him. “Think of a ‘Y’ shaped chain with a nip clamp at each of the top of ‘Y’ and at the tail of the ‘Y’ a cock ring, and the clamps attached to your nips and the cock-ring on your partner and he fucks you hard, pulling on the nip clamps”. All the time I was twisting his nips hard and looking directly into his eyes.
“Fuck yeah! I’ve got to try that”. He was ultra excited. “Do your pals live near to you? I’d love to meet them and experience that”.
I admitted that Mike and Carl lived well away from us but were great fuck pals when we met up with them, but that they had gifted us our own nip clamp, cock-ring and chain. We used it on our friend who were interested in that sort of fun.
“Fuck I’m really going to have to come and visit you guys”. Mitch’s cock was now leaking like crazy.
“I need fucking”. Mitch suddenly announced. “I want your huge cocks inside my arse”. And he looked deep into my eyes and I want yours first.
There was a flurry of activity on the bed as we prepared to fuck. I was really excited, and we ended with my standing on the floor with Mitch on all fours his butt in the air ready to receive my nine inches. Stephen was under Mitch sucking on his cock and balls.
I was so surprised when I entered Mitch. He wasn’t tight nor was he loose, I was able to slip in my cock into his shute easily all the way in one go. He reaction very positively and clamped his arse muscles tightly around my dick holding it in place. I reached forward under him and grabbed hold of his nips twisting and pulling them hard, his arse loosened slightly and I started to thrust back and fro inside his hole. He was a great fuck, reacting perfectly.
Then I felt something against my cock as I fucked. It was Stephen licking my cock and balls as I pounded Mitch, adding more spittle to my shaft giving me more lube. I felt his tongue pushing against my cock and my piss tube, adding to the great sensation from Mitch’s hot fuck hole.
Then Mitch called out. “What the fuck’s that”. Not in shock but pure pleasure. “What’s happening”.
I had a good idea. Stephen was now licking the highly sensitive area around his anus. Licking it gently and adding to the sensations Mitch was receiving from us both.
“God, that’s fucking marvellous. That is a first for me. Keep doing it whatever it is”.
Stephen gave out a grunt of approval.
Then I felt my cock and balls being grabbed and pulled out of Mitch and Stephen was now swallowing my cock whole cleaning it of the juices from Mitch’s hole and re-lubing my cock. I tried to re-enter
I then felt Stephen pushing me back inside of Mitch and I resumed fucking the newly lubed arse.
It was Stephen who was now controlling the fucking continuing to lick my cock shaft as I fucked and pulling me out when he felt that I needed more of his saliva on my cock or in Mitches hole. He got tired of it after a while and was demanding his turn inside Mitch.
Mitch shouted out “O yeah, come on give me that fucking monster” and he was soon down on the bed holding his ankles wide apart flashing his wide-open hole at Stephen’s ten-inch monster.
I’d done such a good job fucking Mitch so much so that Stephen slid his cock all the way home with little difficulty and was soon building up a great sweat as he fucked in his usual style, long, hard and with vigour.
I had presented my cock to Mitch’s lips and he was enjoying having his face fucked by me.
I’d reached down to his nips and was pulling and twisted them hard. I even used my fingernails on the tips of the buds which made him give out a muffled squeal.
Still Mitch was restless wanting to change positions and was turning back into the crouching position so Stephen could fuck him from behind. All the time Mitch’s cock was super hard helped by his cock-ring, the thick member constantly leaking as he jacked himself. He was nonstop in his eagerness for action from us both. His eyes questioning each time we pulled out from him or stopped giving him attention for a few moments. All the time he was smiling and happy and his face expectant for more. I was wondering what he’d be like in a gang bang.
We were constantly moving about, changing position, sometimes fucking him sideways, or from below, and once Stephen was carrying him holding him up and dropping the smaller man down onto his cock with Mitch’s hands behind his neck.
I got my turn a few times and it was when Stephen was sitting on his face as I fucked in front, that Stephen mouthed to me, “double”.
Of course, we had to. Nothing had been said about a double fuck to Mitch or if he’d been doubled before, but we had decided that he was going to have a go anyhow. All the time Mitch was verbal, urging us on and telling what to do and how much he liked the action.
We never did ask him if he wanted to try both of us together, he basically demanded it.
He was riding my cock, still wanking himself, with Stephen butt in his face and then being face fucked, when he asked that Stephen fuck him as well. “Come on guys, isn’t it time you were both in me”? Who were we to refuse. Still riding my cock, Stephen approached him from behind as I stopped pounding and felt a couple of fingers stretch open the sphincter wider, and Stephen’s monster cock start to push into the hole.
Telling Stephen all the while how he was dealing with the extra intrusion into his hole, he managed to take nearly all of it and I was loving the feel of my husband’s cock against mine increasing the tightness in Mitch’s fuck tube.
This one was special though. Mitch was facing me, and I could look at his handsome face and his continuous smile and Stephen was also facing me, and I could tell that he was super excited to be working over Mitch with me. I could feel his huge cock sliding against mine with some force, and this excited me tremendously especially as I could see Mitch’s reaction.
The guy was in heaven and responded by kissing me hard. I also could feel his cock rubbing against my belly as Stephen was power fucking. The cockring making it super hard.
Once Stephen had got his rhythm, I was able to resume my role as bottom fucker making my strokes at a different rate to my husbands but also getting extra sensations from Mitch’s hole.
What impressed me was that Mitch didn’t complain or flitch once in spite of nineteen inches of cock in his bum and his smile and eyes never changed. He even tried to turn about to face Stephen to kiss him and to tell him to keep fucking; not that Stephen needed any further encouragement.
All the time Mitch was telling us how great it felt with both of us inside of him and cheering us on with more. I still thought about Mitch being in a gang fuck and wondered how he’d be with some of our more muscled and hung pals, such as Newton, Chris, Mike and Carl and Connor and Oliver. The idea’s floating through my brain were like a super fantasy and I could feel close to shooting.
Something happened with Mitch and his arse muscles suddenly gripped our cocks tightly and he called out that he was close to shooting his load. He wasn’t even gripping his cock and jacking off. I told him to shoot his load. It was going to spill onto our bodies, tightly pushed together my Stephen’s weight above us both.
A deep hard kiss between the two of us and my reaching to twist and pull his barred nip did the trick and he called out that he was shooting. I felt the wetness against my stomach as Mitch clamped his mouth against mine as we kissed and he grunted out his orgasm, and collapse against me his head against mine with his mouth now nuzzling my neck.
I was still pumping his hole along with Stephen and I was now so close to shooting. I warned Stephen that I was about to come. He shocked me by pulling out of Mitch’s well fucked hole. “I want to see the fucker covered in our juice”. He pulled Mitch off my cock, who gasped in shock at the sudden emptiness in his butt and pushed the pig bottom onto his back and told me to shoot my load on his face.
I looked at Mitch lying on the bed with his cock still hard and heavily swollen by that chrome plated thick cock-ring and his belly covered in his cum. And then to his chest and the sexy nip bar and to his handsome face with his constant bright smile and come and fuck me eyes. Jacking on my now over enlarged cock, I let go letting my spunk fly over the younger guy’s face and hair.
As I shot my load, Mitch was trying to capture my jizz in his mouth or as much of it as he could and Stephen was facing him double handling his cock, and about to add to the flying cum.
As I shot my load, Mitch shouted out “Oh my God, what a fucking load”, so loudly that I had to tell him to quieten down as there were other boats nearby. He didn’t seem to care; he was so concentrating on Stephen’s cock. He took my wet cock in his mouth licking the cockhead and pushing up any remaining juice up the piss tube to get the maximum amount of cum from me. My juice was now all over his face and hair and he didn’t care.
Stephen reached over and pushed his mouth further down my shaft, ordering him to suck out every last drop from my cock, and Mitch did as he was told staring lustfully at Stephen double fisting his cock.
Telling Mitch to clean my cock and to taste his arse juices, Stephen aimed his cock at Mitch’s chest and blasted his load all over it. Again, Mitch was eager to get some of the load in his mouth and pushed Stephen’s hand away from his head to release my cock from his mouth and in an instant his mouth was around Stephen’s fat dick covering the head as Stephen was still jacking his cock and hitting his nose and chin with his pumping fist.
Mitch’s eyes seemed to relax with satisfaction, and he now moved Stephen’s hands away and was now able to try to swallow more of the spasming cock. I used my cock, now free, to slap his face rubbing and spreading the cum all over his face, he looked ever so hot with the cum streaked all over and Stephen’s huge cock sticking in his mouth.
He released the cock from his mouth and smacked his lips. “Tasty”, he announced. “Wow, we must do that again”. He sat up looking bouncy and looking eagerly ready for more. “That was the best sex I’ve had in a long, long time”.
I reached for the towel, and cleaned my cock, not that it needed it, and Mitch’s load from my abs. and handed the towel to him. Cleaning his face first, he told us that we were the most exciting guys he’d been with in some time, and that he’d love to sail with us some day. Stephen told him that we’d have to come to an arrangement for him to come down to Cornwall and stay and sail and fuck.
“I don’t want to sail to Cornwall”, he told us, “I’m not sure of the waters beyond Start Point”.
“You don’t have to sail to Cornwall”. I told him, “Drive down or come by train. Bring a friend and make it more exciting”.
Mitch considered it for a moment whilst he handed Stephen the cum towel.
“Yes, I could do that”.
We collapsed together on the bed; Mitch in between the two of us, Stephen playing with his still erect cock and I with his nips. We chatted a while about sailing and fucking and his friends. Most of the guy’s Mitch fucked with were models he knew from his agency. He told us that many of the guys were straight and very few refused to be bedded by him. “I don’t force myself on them and if they are not interested, I drop the matter, but you’d be surprised at the number who actually come on to me”.
Mitch was so bouncy and excited that we knew that we’d not get sleep so we sent him back to his boat with a promise that we’d see him the next morning. He left with good grace but not before cuddling us both and grabbing at our cocks and licking his lips after kissing us both.
Alone Stephen and I agree that we want to see more of the very handsome guy, and I state that I am intrigued by Mitch’s friend Chris – Is it the same Chris we know – it might be fun to try to get them together with us some time when we can see Mitch fuck a guy or continuing being a total bottom. We’d talk with Mitch the next day. We both had a feeling that we had a new hot sex pal and one we could share our passion for sailing.
We saw Mitch the next morning as bright eyes and bushy tailed as we first saw him. He was preparing his yacht for the days sailing. Cheerily we waved to us and asked how we were.
We assured him we were fine and thanked him for the previous night. Aware of others nearby we kept the subject of what happened to ourselves.
“Maybe see you guys tonight. I’m off down to Weymouth and back”. We wished him calm waters and a prosperous journey and invited him to eat with us that evening. He accepted with a huge knowing grin”. We were serious about the food, and wanted to be eating something more personal as well. We had other things to do with our cruiser which meant showing the workmen around to show them what we required for alterations and repairs.
There was one moment that had us smiling when we showed the guy into the bedroom. He noticed a “Strange smell” in the room. We pretended that we couldn’t smell it but we could. It was unmistakably man to man sex.
We were advised what to move and store for the work to be completed and signed the work docket on the boats warranty. The rest of the day from lunch onwards we had to ourselves and we started the preparation for the work to be done.
After a quick lunch we took a walk around the Portsmouth docks area and took a tour of HMS Victory, Nelson’s flagship in which he was killed during the Battle of Trafalgar way back in 1805. For us it was a very cramped tour, being 6’3 and 6’6 we were both hunched over. The guide reminding us the men in those days were very much shorter than today.
We did some shopping for the meal we were to have with the sexy Mitch later and went back to the Morviajyow and chatted about him for a while before Stephen decided to call our friend Chris to ask if he knew Mitch from some time back.
He did, explaining the circumstances of them meeting as part of his escorting work. He had fucked Mitch and the guy who had brought him along for a threesome. Apparently, Mitch was just as piggy as we had found out and he had topped the guy who had brought him to be with Chris as well as being pounded by Chris as well.
From what Chris told us Mitch became rather clingy with him and Chris was at a time when he wasn’t looking for a friendship at that time, and Mitch and his friend slunk away and he didn’t see him again. He re-affirmed that the guy was very attractive with an outgoing personality and as sexy as hell. We told Chris how we had met Mitch the night before and were thinking of making him one of our select groups of sex pals.
“Go for it”, was Chris’s reply. “Yeah, maybe I’d get to see the guy again and have some more fun”.
Mitch arrived back at the berth by 5 pm really happy with his days sailing and we reconfirmed the meal on board our yacht for 7:30.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there”.
He came round on time looking as sexy as hell. And was very impressed by the table. As always, I did the cooking and made a good three course meal for us all. Mitch sat next to me and there was a lot of under table contact and I noticed plenty of footsie going on with Stephen as well.
We chatted about our lives, work and interests and travels. I was surprised that Mitch had never done any kayaking. There was something else we could introduce him to if he came down to Cornwall.
The time came when we revealed to Mitch that we also knew Chris, the guy he told us of the previous night and that he was one of our best friends.
He wasn’t at all phased when we mentioned it in fact, he was more interested in what we did with him sexually.
Stephen and I were going to drive back to Cornwall the next day, a day early than planned. We had a good meeting with the boat builders and it wasn’t necessary to stay the extra night. There was plenty we needed to do back at home. Exercise being one of them.
Mitch explained more of his business to us. He no longer modelled himself both on the runway or in a photo studio and just ran his agency. He made quite a sum of money and enjoyed the work and some of the added extra’s though he never forced himself on the guys. It was always mutual.
He told us an exciting session he had with a couple of Bel Ami models who wanted to break into the modelling world and one of had even made it over to Los Angeles but not via his books he was sad to tell us. The guy was everything you saw on the video’s and more so. One of the greatest one on one fucks he’d ever had. The man was really built, hung like a horse, good looking, had zero attitude and knew how to please another man.
Then Mitch asked us the question. Had we ever considered modelling. “Not for Porn, but clothes and swimwear modelling” he emphasised. You guys could make lots of money.
We laid it on the line to him. Yes, we had been asked before, and yes. many guys had told us we should do it but no. Neither of us had the patience for it and we had enough money thanks very much.
“I’d love to handle you guys”. Mitch told us.
We laughed and Stephen told him to go to the bedroom with me whilst he tidied up the table and join us shortly. “Let Gerren handle you for a while. Go on and enjoy it”!
We went to the bed and were soon naked together, rolling around the room, kissing and caressing each other. Tonight, Mitch wasn’t wearing the metal cock ring but had on a leather cock-strap that was tied around his cock and balls with a secondary strap at the base of his shaft. He looked great in the apparatus.
Almost immediately he was wanting me to fuck him. I reminded him of our marital rules. We only fucked when both of us were together and as handsome and wanting Mitch was, I was not going to break the rule. It wouldn’t be too long before Stephen would join us again. So, we settled to do oral fun; Kissing, sucking and Mitch rimming out my hole. He was a whole bundle of excited happy energy, knowing exactly what he wanted and not much of a care in the world. He was one of natures happy guys; always seemingly happy, extrovert and optimistic. There was no way you’d call him camp; in fact he was normally masculine and I could see him being really honestly re-assuring if he was with someone who had a problem.
When Stephen entered the room, naked and hard and pumped, Mitch and I were lying on the bed chatting about sex and what he really liked and what had excited him in the past.
He was telling me of a threesome he had in Miami with two very sexy, handsome and hung black guys, that had lasted the best part of two days. “I was not sure if I slept or not. We were constantly at it with each other. The best thing was that I knew who they were as they were also models”.
“I was 23 or 24 at the time and these guys just about thirty so it was all the more exciting. They had this wonderful apartment which overlooked the city, Fort Lauderdale, and we could see people walking in the park nearby very clearly and they most probably look up and see us fucking. Even at night they kept the drapes open with the light on so it was possible we could be seen from outside. I like to think that there were guys outside watching us all, jacking off as we sucked and fucked”.
Stephen slid onto the bed beside us. “Would you like other guys to watch us work you over”?
“Hell yeah”, Mitch was very enthusiastic, “or even better join in if they were hot”.
His deep voice rumbling, Stephen told him that maybe in the future when he and I were up in London way we could organise some really good group fun with some of our friends”.
Now stroking his cock, Mitch was very receptive to the idea.
“Though that would have to be after you’ve been down to Cornwall to visit us for a few days sailing and fucking”. We added.
“Dammit, yes of course”.
“Let’s get some action going now guys”.
Stephen stood at the end of the bed pulling the willing Mitch down to face him, lifting his humpy body slightly off the bed and basically dropping his mouth over his mountainous cock now nearly pointing to the ceiling. “Go on man, see how much you can take in your throat”.
He took the first seven inches or so easily and then found that the length or the girth was too much and gagged, coughing and spluttering and having to pull off.
“Come on man, just relax and try again. You’re not one to give up are you”.
He tried again and got some more inside before again gagging.
Stephen encouraged him again. “You’re getting better at it keep trying”.
I watched closely as Stephen’s gigantic cock slowly disappeared into the handsome guy’s mouth and throat. For the first time I noticed his eyes were not as bright as usual and there was a slight look of fear mingled with determination in them. I liked the way his lips surrounded the shaft perfectly and how Mitch was trying to stretch them down the awesome length until he was about an inch away fro totally swallowing all ten inches.
I joined in the encouragement even knowing that I had never been able to swallow all of my husband’s cock orally.
After some more hacking and choking and getting used to the breathing, Mitch finally managed to get is all in down to the root, with Stephen calling out in triumph and the gleam returning to the cocksuckers’ eyes. Pulling fully back from the immensity of the man meat, Mitch caught his breath and giggled.
“God, I’ve not done that on such a huge fucking cock like that in years”.
I was soon pushing his head right back down on it again and Mitch was holding the cock deep in his throat for longer and longer.
Now was the time for me to fuck the cocksucker. Raising up his butt I rimmed him out spreading his anal muscle wide. There was little resistance after the double fucking we had inflicted on it the night before and it was more than obvious that he wanted the action down there as well of the fuck eye was winking at me expectantly. After the application of plenty of spit and lube I aimed my nine-inch uncut prick at his hole and really didn’t have to push too hard. My cock slid in easily and was fully inside before I had the chance to start to pump his hole. His arse clamped my dick tightly. It really wanted to be filled.
Mitch released Stephen’s cock for a few seconds, enough to turn to face me and grin and tell me to fuck him good.
Before returning his mouth to Stephen’s cock he told us. “Go on guys fill me both ends. Use me”.
Facing Stephen over Mitch’s back I winked at him and started to fuck him. Stephen started the full face fucking that the pig slut seemingly demanded, and at first, Mitch struggled but soon got into the rhythm.
I saw him jacking his cock underneath us and he was emitting a wavering sound from his filled throat, that was a major turn on for me.
Mitch had picked up the breathing action through his nose fairly easily and only occasionally let go of Stephen to take in a huge gasp of air.
“Shall we turn him over”? Stephen asked.
There was no need to respond.
Mitch rolled onto his back with my cock fast inside his arse and had his head right back over the edge of the bed to take Stephen back down his throat.
This time I could see the windpipe expand as he sucked in the shaft. Somehow, I found it very erotic. I also had sight of his cock encased in his cock strap. It was leaking profusely.
Stephen and I grinned at each other as we spit-roasted the sexy guy and my partner reached down to play with Mitch’s nip. He was still wearing the single nip bar.
I held his legs in the air and pulled them wide apart. This had the effect of his entrance tightening around my cock and it felt good.
Mitch was fairly quiet, mostly because his throat was full of cock, and the dirty talk which he was constantly doing the previous night was absent. Stephen made up for it by speculating what we could do with our new found bottom friend if we ever got to meet up with him again. He came up with all sorts of possibilities some of which we had already tried out on him and some we had tried out on others, usually in group scenes. All our words entered Mitch’s ears and were turning him on. The self-proclaimed ‘slut’ was turned on by our plans and during a break from cock-sucking he told us that he liked our fantasies about him.
Ramming his cock back into his throat, Stephen told him that we made fantasies realities. There was yet another muffled squeal from Mitch when he heard that.
We swapped ends with one another and I was now face fucking and Stephen was ramming his gargantuan prick hard into the well fucked hole. Mitch was jacking himself off, enjoying the ramming he was getting from Stephen and glancing around my cock in his throat to gaze and Stephen’s magnificent body and good looks.
A series of hard blows through his nose and a quickening of his wanking indicated that he was ready to blow his load. I was calling out to him to shoot it and we both quickened our fucking and twisting of his nips.
Mitch blew a decent load all over his abs. His chest heaving as he dumped his load. It wasn’t the biggest load and it was not as forceful as I had remembered the previous night but he relaxed afterwards with a very satisfied grin on his face.
Stephen continued pounding Mitch’s hole very forcefully and pulled him fully on the bed. I stepped onto the bed and sat on Mitch’s face getting myself a great rim job from him. Now facing Stephen I leaned into him and we kissed passionately, always aware of each other when he fucked with others and it wasn’t long before I was ready to shoot.
I called out that I was about to shoot and Mitch was calling for my load in his mouth. I wasn’t going to let him down and moved quickly to put my dick right by his wide-open mouth. He flicked his tongue over my cockhead exciting me further and then my load spewed out of my cock all over his lips and tongue and after the third blast of cum he wrapped his lips around my shaft as I completed emptying my balls out into his willing mouth.
As before Mitch’s eyes were full of glee as he licked my cock clean.
Very soon afterwards Stephen was ready to shoot, asking Mitch where he wanted the juice.
“In my mouth please”. Mitch was almost begging. Stephen pulled out his huge fat dick from Mitch’s hole and it swung about in the air as if it had a mind of its own and was searching for a hole or mouth.
Sitting over Mitch’s chest and towering over him, Stephen made me slightly jealous by slapping his cock against Mitch’s face and tongue, something I love, though I enjoyed watching Stephen’s dick against the handsome fair haired guy’s face. Then without touching himself, the cock spasmed and the first line of cum, flew about four feet across the bed, and Mitch panicked and almost instantaneously moved his mouth over the giant cockhead to capture the remainder of the semen.
I saw the underside of Stephen’s cock throb as the jets of cum shot through his dick and into Mitch’s willing mouth and saw some of the juice spill out of the mouth, briefly before the tongue snaked out to retrieve the escaping liquid. Mitch made sure he took every drop, and swallowed it, opening his mouth to prove that it was empty before going back down on the still throbbing cock.
It must have been a great orgasm as Stephen fell back onto the bed pulling Mitch over with him still with his cock embedded in his mouth. Eventually, Mitch released the rock-hard cock and fell back onto the bed.
“Boy, you guys shoot serious loads; sweet tasting too”. He put his hands behind his head. “You know something guys? Last night when I had showered and lay on my bunk, I jacked off two times thinking about you both and what we had done. You guys excite me. I thought about you both most of the day when I was sailing today. I had a fucking hard on most of the time”. He laughed at his candidness.
“Were you being honest inviting me to your place in Cornwall”?
I assured him that we were and that we’d take him sailing around the coast that he seemed so scared of. Stephen jumped off the bed and found his wallet and produced his card. “There you go. My name, our address, phone numbers and email address, and now you can keep in touch with us”.
Mitch was delighted. “You really want to keep in touch”.
I confirmed it. “It would be great to have a fellow sailor as a friend who was also a great occasional fuck too”.
He re-read the card and looked at us both. “Thanks guys”. And as an afterthought he added. “I’ll be jacking off for a couple of weeks thinking of being with you guys again”.
Mitch never lost his smile and his optimism all the time he was with us. He was a naturally happy guy, and with his good looks, humpy body and attitude he was physically and socially attractive.
We reminded Mitch that we were leaving in the morning about ten-ish but one of us would be back in a couple of weeks to pick up the refurbished yacht.
Mitch told us that he wouldn’t be in Portsmouth then as his holiday would be over and he back at his business, but that he’d keep in touch for sure. We let him return to his boat and turned in for the night.
The next morning, we were driving back westwards to Cornwall, and we had a series of messages on Stephen’s phone from Mitch including some photo’s of him on his ketch. He thanked us and hoped to see us soon. With his messages he gave us his contact details.
We chatted about him as we headed home and decided when to invite him to come and stay. Not before too long we hoped. We also plotted meeting him in London with some of our more special friends.