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Zach - The Brotherhood of the Traveling Condom
🕑 Added 2025-07-11 17:51:41 +0000 UTC**All Characters are 18+** After getting my anal cherry popped in a threesome that ended up only being a twosome with Shane. I spent an enti
**All Characters are 18+**
After getting my anal cherry popped in a threesome that ended up only being a twosome with Shane. I spent an entire year experimenting with other guys, but in a more active role, always safe, and even got on PrEP for a while. I realized I’m not as straight as I thought I was, but still wouldn’t call myself bisexual either.
In the summer between my junior and senior year of college, I spent the summer back home and started dating an awesome girl named Rachel. She was going into her sophomore year at UCLA, and we were about the same age, so we had a great summer and really connected. When classes started back up in the fall, we tried to make it work long-distance. I was really good about staying loyal, rubbing my dick raw most nights to keep my balls in check. I stopped watching any kind of bi porn because it started giving me ideas like, “it’s not cheating if it’s with a guy.”
We managed to see each other and have the proverbial fuck-ton of sex during the holidays, including Valentine’s Day. When it came time to make plans for spring break, she became increasingly difficult to contact and even more challenging to keep on the phone. Eventually, I got the “we need to talk” text, and that was that. I was pretty broken up about it.
I went through the process of getting over her, going out for drinks with friends, trying to get laid without success, and having marathons of online gaming sessions that had me in such a funk that even I recognized my hygiene had become a problem. I cleaned myself up, hit the books, and started studying for finals. By graduation, I had come full circle and was looking good and feeling good.
I moved back home with my parents after tossing my cap, and my sexual slump had reached a record. I hadn’t had sex since Rachel, and now that I was living with my parents, I desperately needed the release. Unfortunately, it’s hard for me to have the kind of charisma needed to pull a hot woman when you’re 22, unemployed, and living with your parents…even when I’ve never looked sexier.
By late June, I managed to change one of those things…maybe. I drove into Norfolk, VA, which is about a three-hour drive from where I live with my parents. A friend of mine set me up with an interview with his firm for an entry-level position. I’m pretty sure I nailed the interview and text him to let him know.
Me: Bro, I think I crushed it!
Jason: Dope! Should we celebrate, or is it too soon?
Me: Let’s celebrate! If it turns out to be fake news, I’ll owe you some drinks.
Jason: Oh, I guess I’m buying then?
Me: Bro, I’m unemployed and have student loans to pay off. 😇
Jason: lol, I got you. I’ll be out at 6, come grab my keys and drop your stuff at my place.
Me: Yeah, I’m just walking down Hampton Blvd. Meet me at the Starbucks?
Jason: Perfect, I’ll meet you in 10.
I got the keys to Jason’s apartment, which thankfully was only a few blocks away, so I didn’t have to move my car. With the expectation of going out for a night of partying, I took a long shit, shaved, and showered. Then met up with Jason at Monarch, a bar and grill he liked.
Jason showed up around 6:30 pm. We had dinner and drinks, a few laughs about our college days, but around 8:30, his girlfriend started texting him in a tizzy about plans they had “for weeks.”
“Shit, I think I’m in trouble,” he said, looking at his phone.
“Aww, are you serious?” I made no effort to hide my disappointment.
“Yeah, I think I need to go meet her or she might kill me,” he rolled his eyes while texting. “You have my keys, right?” I nodded. “Cool. I’ll probably end up at her place tonight; if not, I’ll text you and go from there.”
I shrugged. “Ok, good luck. Give Meghan my love.” I didn’t want to give him attitude for ditching me, because he might have hooked me up with a great job. He is paying for this meal and drinks, and letting me crash at his place. However, to say I was disappointed was an understatement.
After he left, I took my time finishing my beer and then decided to stroll for a bit before heading back to his place since it wasn’t too late, and this could become my new hometown.
Only a few blocks away, I found a bar called The Edge. I was already a bit tipsy and only had enough money for one more drink, so what’s the worst that could happen? I popped in and bought myself a drink.
By 11:00, I was on my third drink and chatting with a very friendly French-Canadian guy named Jean-Pierre, about 5’9”, thin but not fit, with his hair in twists, and a French accent that only added to his sexy, suave vibe. He is making no secret of how interested he is in me. His flirting is palpable, his subtle touches of my knee and shoulder, when he leans in to say something over the music, his hand brushes the small of my back, and then lingers.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex, but more than 18 months since I hooked up with a guy, and Jean-Pierre was precisely what I needed to break my slump.
“You want another drink?” Jean asked, pointing at my empty glass. “Or do you want to get out of here?” He grinned, his hand drifting down my lower back, sleeping under my t-shirt, and tracing the waistband of my underwear. He leaned in even closer, his lips touching my ear as he asked, “Do you like to get fucked?”
I swallowed hard. I tried bottoming twice after that first time with Shane, and it was ok, definitely didn’t feel as good as I remember it being with Shane, so I much preferred to top. My hormones were in overdrive, though, and since I hadn’t been laid in so long, I just blurted out, “sometimes,” with a lingering smirk. Which got a grin from him, and he whispered in my ear, “J'aimerais entrer en toi.” I don’t know what that means, but the dirty way he said it gave me the context I needed. I just nodded yes, and he got the check.
It was already midnight by the time we got outside. I was feeling horny and drunk, but fuck, Jean-Pierre looked even sexier out of the colored lights of the bar. “Where to?” I asked.
He pulled me in and kissed me, with full lips, sensual tongue, his mouth eating mine. His hands started running up the back of my shirt, tracing the muscles of my back and turning me on even more. His accent was even thicker out in the quiet street, “Your place?” I felt my heart sink, “Oh, umm…I’m staying with a friend, we can’t go there.” One thing I learned during my experimentation phase with guys was that the ability to hook up quickly died if neither guy could host.
“Oh noooo,” he chuckled, tossing his head back dramatically.
“Can we go back to your place?” I asked.
“Ummm…shit, let me call my roommate real quick,” he said, then whipped out his phone and called someone. Taking a few steps away from me, I heard him talking in French, and I couldn’t make out any of it. He paced back and forth for a minute while discussing it, then finally hung up and came over to me with a look on his face that didn’t scream ‘defeat’, but it wasn’t glowing with excitement either.
“What?” I crossed my arms, expecting the worst, while still hoping to get laid.
He sighed, wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in at the waist, my crotch rubbing against his bulge, which was definitely more chubbed than a minute ago. “So…here’s the thing…” he looked me dead in the eyes with that sexy smile, gave me a peck on the lips, and continued. “I live in a loft with my roommate. We moved in two weeks ago with the intention to build some walls and shit to separate our spaces…but we haven’t exactly done that yet. He doesn’t even have a bed yet; he’s sleeping on the couch.”
“Ok,” I wasn’t sure where this was going.
“He is cool with me bringing someone home, but he wants to know if you’d be down for a threesome,” Jean scrunched his face up, expecting me to be against the idea. To be honest, a part of me was against it. I’m already hesitant about bottoming, and a threesome is far out of my comfort zone.
“I don’t know, that’s a bit much for me,” I admitted.
He quickly pulled up his phone and showed me a picture of his roommate. “Louis is great, very sexi,” he added. I took the phone and looked at the picture. Louis was kinda sexy. The picture was of him at the beach; he had a young Paul Walker look to him, with blue eyes, short, wavy blond hair, fair skin, and what looked like a tight body under his tank top.
I let out a big sigh, “What if we just go back to your place and have a drink, no expectations,” I offered.
“Yes, absolutely we can do that,” he said, and started texting his roommate.
Their loft was only about ten blocks away, in the opposite direction from Jason's apartment. It was bigger than I expected, but exactly as industrial as I had expected, with a portion of one wall covered in boxes waiting to be unpacked. Their living room was defined by a massive throw rug, with a couch forming a dividing space that looked toward the TV, which sat on a plank of wood across three boxes still taped closed. The only bed was visible from anywhere in the loft as soon as you walked in, so I now understand why they have the arrangement they have.
Jean-Pierre made us strong cocktails while Louis and I got cozy on the couch.
I was incredibly nervous at first, but after two strong sidecars and passing Louis’s vape pen around, I was feeling much more relaxed. It didn’t hurt that Louis was even more attractive in person. He’s easily 6’, thinner than Jean, but cut, and he clearly works out. His sweat pants were showing a nice bulge and his loose fitting tank was showing off his arms and shoulders, but what got me was this sexy thing he did with his lips when he knew he said something funny but didn’t feel comfortable laughing at his own jokes so he tried to hide his smile and it only made him sexier.
It was closing in on 2 a.m., and I noticed them glancing at each other in a knowing way.
“What?” I smiled at Jean.
He chuckled, “Fucking Louis,” he grinned. Jean was just as drunk and high as I am, and that made me laugh.
“What about him?” I turned to look at Louis, who was flanking me on the couch on my left.
Jean-Pierre’s accent got even thicker, “He’s been undressing you with his eyes since we walked in. You’re just his type.” Jean finished his drink and set the glass on the coffee table.
Louis put his hand on my thigh, his voice deeper than Jean’s, with a hint of a New England accent. “I love a twinky bottom boy,” he grinned.
I wanted to correct him that I’m more of a verse top, but he leaned in and kissed me. Gentle at first, but he quickly opened his mouth and his tongue entered mine, doing a lip ballet as Jean leaned in and started rubbing my crotch through my jeans and kissing my neck. When I broke my kiss with Louis to kiss Jean, Louis immediately pulled up my t-shirt and tossed it on the floor. Jean and Louis had very different kissing styles. Jean was more sensual but urgent, and Louis was more reserved and relaxed.
Louis yanked off his shirt and then dropped down to suck my left nipple while he rubbed my flat stomach down my happy trail and let his hand slip into my underwear and grope my 5” cut dick. An instant moan escaped my mouth and into Jean’s. My dick was already hard, so I ran my hand up Louis’ shirtless back, tracing his spine until I got to the back of his head and started raking my fingers through his hair. Signaling that I wanted him to go down on me. He got the hint and quickly undid my button and zipper, yanking the fly open and fishing out my dick. It was easy for him to get my cock into his throat, and he quickly worked me into a frenzy.
Jean broke our kiss, standing to undress. I watched as he revealed his torso first, then dropped his pants, and his 6” cut cock sprang free. Thicker than mine, darker color with a bright pink head. I reached out to grab it, but he bent down and grabbed my pants and underwear by the hips and yanked them down forcefully, pulling my socks off with the rest as he freed my ankles from the fabric. This gave Louis more freedom to start sucking my balls while jerking me off.
Jean-Pierre did a Captain Morgan stance on the couch and brought his dick to my face. I’m not big on sucking dick, but I was so turned on, like a dog in heat, so horny for cock specifically that I engulfed him as far as I could until my gag reflex kicked in. He was gentle, though, running his fingers through my messy brown hair and slowly rocking his hips into my throat until he was balls deep. I was not in control, but he wasn’t pushing me either; I was loving it.
Being the center of attention between these two sexy guys was more intoxicating than any booze or drugs, but the cocktails and vape pen had kicked in and were making it easier for me to take Jean’s dick into my throat, and I was grateful for it.
Louis sank off the couch and started pulling my hips to the edge of the cushion so he could suck my dick from between my legs, spreading them wide enough that he could tease my hole with his fingers. Never trying to push in, just lightly tracing my pucker, getting it wet with the saliva dripping down my balls. His chin was just as coated as my own from working my shaft as I worked Jean-Pierre’s.
Jean let out a low moan and slowly pulled his dick out of my mouth. “Let’s move to the bed,” he said, looking down at Louis, who nodded and let my dick fall from his mouth. Jean pulled me up off the couch, my legs feeling wobbly. Louis stood up and walked with us over, where I sat down on the foot of the bed. Jean chuckled, “Move up,” he nodded. I slid backward on the bed, watching Louis as he pushed his sweatpants and boxers down, his dick not quite hard yet but easily 7” cut at its current semi-hard state. If I were sober, it would’ve made me nervous, but it just made me excited knowing he’d soon be balls deep inside me.
Jean crawled onto the bed, lying on his back next to me. I adjusted my position so I could get his dick back into my mouth. Louis got on the bed, grabbing my hips and rolling me onto my stomach so he could start playing with my ass. Just gentle caresses at first. Massaging and groping my ass cheeks. It had been so long since I had anyone play with my ass that I almost forgot how good it could feel. When his tongue made its way to my pucker, I made a noise that sounded a cross between a moan and a squel, a very loud, “Ungh!” I felt Louis's smile between my cheeks as he pushed his tongue deeper into my hole, not trying to circle it like the two other guys who ate me out had done. Louis dove right in and started licking my hole open like he knew the secret code to unlock it.
I tried to focus on giving Jean-Pierre an amazing blowjob, but my attention kept drifting to the tongue in my ass and spreading my legs to allow Louis to get deeper into me. Jean could tell I was distracted and started gently thrusting his hips up to get the blow job he needed. Mumbling something in French as he did, it sounded sexy but was probably something filthy.
After a few minutes, Jean pulled his dick out of my mouth and let me breathe. “Damn, Zach,” he huffed. “You almost made me shoot, I never cum from a blow job,” he chuckled, getting off the bed and grabbing the vape pen off the coffee table.
I rolled onto my back, and Louis got on his knees next to my head, tapping his now 8” dick on my cheek. It was a thick torpedo shape, where the midsection was the thickest part, the head coming to a point, his pale white skin was smooth from tip to root, but easily the biggest dick I’ve played with in my limited experience. I tried my best to suck it. He was thicker than Jean-Pierre, so it took some getting used to to get him in my throat, and I kept struggling after about 6”.
Jean-Pierre went into the bathroom, coming back with a bottle of poppers and some lube. Quickly getting back on the bed between my legs, he hit the vape pen and then passed it to Louis, who took a hit while gently fucking my throat. He passed the pen to me, and I pulled his dick out of my throat, lying back on the pillows as I inhaled slowly and deeply. “Mmmm, that’s nice,” I mumbled, blowing it out slowly.
Jean started lubing up my hole and his dick, stroking himself slowly before he gently pushed the tip of his finger into me. I winced. “Oh, you’re tight,” he said in his sexy accent.
“It’s been a long time,” I confessed, taking another hit from the vape pen as I watched Louis slowly stroke himself.
Jean scooted up under my legs, spreading them over his thighs, then grabbed a firm throw pillow that looked decorative. “Sex pillow,” he grinned and stuffed it under my ass, getting a chuckle from Louis. Then he started fingering me gently, one finger at first, but quickly made his way up to three as I sucked Louis some more.
When Jean-Pierre positioned his bare cock at my hole, I quickly pulled Louis out of my mouth. “Umm, do you have a condom?” I continued stroking Louis’s saliva-covered cock.
“Oh,” his eyes darted to Louis, then back to me, “No…I’m on PrEP,” he said bashfully, still teasing my hole with his tip.
“Me too,” Louis added, grabbing the vape pen and taking a hit.
“I’m not, not right now,” I told them. “Neither of you have a condom?”
They looked at each other. “I might have one in my travel kit,” Louis said, jumping off the bed and darting for the bathroom, his hard cock swinging as he did.
“I have one in my wallet,” I said, pushing myself up on my elbows to get up, but Jean-Pierre stopped me. “I’ll get it,” he leaned over me and kissed me, the tip of his cock sliding over my lubed hole. “Mmm,” I moaned before he broke the kiss, then put the bottle of poppers in my hand. “You get ready,” he winked at me.
I quickly took a deep hit as I watched him head for my jeans over by the couch. I haven’t hit poppers since my first time with Shane. I forgot how intense the rush can be. I took another hit and let it wash over me as Jean-Pierre came back with the condom from my wallet. “Bingo,” he said and chuckled, setting it on the bed next to the lube as he got right back into position between my legs.
Louis came from the bathroom, shaking his head. “No dice.” Jean and I locked eyes on him as he came back over to the bed. “Oh, you have one,” he said, picking up the blue and white Trojan package.
Jean-Pierre snatched it from him, “Sorry, there’s only the one.” He grinned, hooking his arms under my knees and adjusting the pillow under my ass before snuggling his legs around my ass cheeks. His already lubed dick slid between my cheeks and the pillow before he rocked his hips again, and his dick slid up my crack, over my tight hole, and sent a mini explosion of pleasure into my chute before it slipped off the pucker and up to my balls.
“Wait, we had a deal,” Louis said to Jean-Pierre as if I wasn’t even in the room. A part of me was offended by it, but another part of me was turned on. I had never had such a big dick before, and if I had to choose…I want to try Louis. I’ll suck Jean-Pierre off, even let him cum in my mouth if he wants.
Jean-Pierre shrugged, “que veux-tu que je fasse? There’s only one.”
Louis turned to me, flashing me that sexy smile, “I don’t suppose you’ll let one of us fuck you bareback?” His left hand was slowly tracing the divot between my pecs as his right hand stroked his juicy cock.
I sighed, “I gotta play safe, man.”
Louis let out a sigh, then turned back to Jean-Pierre and started babbling in French. They went back and forth a few times, all the while Jean-Pierre’s cock was teasing my hole as he stroked my dick with the hand that wasn’t clutching the unopened condom like it was the only gold left on Earth. When Jean-Pierre started chuckling, I had to chime back in. “What?” I spread my legs instinctively as Jean’s dick accidentally pressed harder into my pucker when he shifted his weight.
“He’s stupid,” Jean-Pierre shook his head, smiling from ear to ear.
“What?” I asked again, rubbing his hairy thighs under my legs.
“He said we should share the condom,” Jean chuckled.
I giggled and then had to ask, “What do you mean, share the condom?”
Louis chimed in, “We both use it to fuck you,” he said matter-of-factly.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “What?”
Jean-Pierre ran his dick up and down my crack. “I told him you wouldn’t go for that.”
The feeling of his dick running across my slick hole had that sex fog rolling into my brain. I bit my lower lip, “Mmm…how would that even work?”
Louis, still stroking his dick inches from my face, chimed in again, “Simple. He can wear it for a while, then I can wear it for a while, we both get to fuck you.” The glistening drop of precum on his tip had me slightly distracted, so I reached out and started stroking him, using my thumb to smear the drop around his head.
I scrunched up my face, “You guys are comfortable with that?” I looked up at Louis, who was nodding, then down my body between my legs, where Jean-Pierre was nodding emphatically, glancing back at Louis to make sure they were on the same page. “Like…the Brotherhood of the Traveling Condom?” I joked. They both looked at each other, then at me, confused. “Never mind. I’m cool with it if you guys are,” I shrugged. They looked at each other and nodded again.
Louis quickly leaned down and started sucking my dick, which had gone a little soft during our conversation, as Jean-Pierre continued to stroke his dick on my hole. I reached for the poppers and took a hit, letting it all wash over me as I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I heard the crinkling sound of the condom being opened and felt Jean-Pierre pull his dick away from my hole. The sound of the lube being squirted on the latex and then the excess rubbed onto my hole. I took another hit of the poppers, and then another as I felt the rubbered up cock circle my hole. He pushed, and the tip breached my tight ass ring, and an overwhelming pain followed it. “Ahhhh….fuck,” I groaned as the head an extra inch popped into my hole. I bucked my hips into Louis’s mouth and made him gag. He pulled off my dick and came up to kiss me, whispering, “Just relax.” He pulled the popper bottle up to my nose, and I took a hit. Jean-Pierre felt my hole relax slightly, and he pushed deeper in, slowly stretching my hole around his cock.
“Mmmm…ça fait du bien,” he mumbled, his cock pulsing in my ass as he ran his hands up my thighs to my hips, then up my stomach and back down where he grabbed my hips and pulled himself a little deeper into my hole. Louis took a hit of the poppers and then offered me another. With a cock lodged in my tight hole, knowing as soon as my ring relaxed, it would feel so good, I took another hit and relaxed. Louis went back to sucking my dick, bringing it back to full erection for the second time. His mouth working my dick made my hole open up for Jean-Pierre to get those last two inches inside with a low groan.
“Mmmm….fuck,” I hummed, feeling Jean’s crotch grinding against my ass, the root of his condom covered cock throbbing inside me as Louis continued to bob up and down on my now rock-hard dick. “Fuck that feels good,” I huffed.
Jean-Pierre kept grinding against me, his dick making small concentric circles that delivered nothing but pleasure. I was quickly getting close to blowing my load and had to pull Louis off my cock before he pushed me over the edge. I inhaled sharply, “That feels too good, you’re gonna make me blow.”
Jean-Pierre started rocking his hips into me, and Louis came up to kiss me while stroking his dick. I could taste my precum in his warm mouth as our tongues wrestled. I grunted every time Jean-Pierre hit deep into me. He started working up a good rhythm, hunching his hips as he picked up my legs at the knees, gripping my thighs as his dick slid most of the way out and then all the way in. I kept moaning into Louis’s mouth as I reached a hand down to his crotch to stroke his tool. Jean’s thrusting sped up even more, and the thwap thwap thwap of his pelvis slamming into my ass echoed through the room until he stopped balls deep and grind as much cock as he could into my hole. Both of us moaned, and Louis broke our kiss.
“Fuck, bro, don’t nut yet,” Louis said to Jean-Pierre, who was panting and starting to sweat. Jean nodded and slowly pulled his dick out, letting my legs relax at his sides. I watched as he hooked his thumb in the condom and gently slid it off his dick, pinching it between his finger and thumb, and he held it out for Louis. It was completely rolled out and glistening with lube, with a fair amount of precum pooling in the tip.
Louis took the condom, setting it on my abdomen as he added lube to his dick. Then he carefully pulled on the condom, realizing it wasn’t going to go on as easily as he thought since his dick was longer and thicker than Jean-Pierre’s, but the lube helped, and he slowly pulled it down his shaft.
Jean-Pierre flopped down next to me, stroking his dick. He started kissing me as Louis got between my legs and added more lube to the condom. I broke my kiss with Jean and quickly hit the poppers before Louis tore me open with that baseball bat. I passed the poppers to Jean-Pierre and watched as Louis aimed his dick at my hole, putting my right leg on his shoulder to gain easier access. He found the center quickly and started pushing in. “Ahhh, shhhnghh,” I groaned as the first couple of inches pierced my ass, stretching it more than it’s ever been stretched.
“Relax, Zach,” Louis said, holding just a few inches inside me, rubbing my leg that is on his shoulder. Jean-Pierre got up on his knees, stroking his cock as he watched Louis slowly penetrate me. He reached down and gave my dick some tugs and then kissed Louis. I took that opportunity to hit the poppers again, knowing I was about to be split open, and I was right.
Louis grabbed Jean-Pierre by the throat, gently holding him as they finished their kiss, and he pushed Jean away. Wrapping his left arm tight around my leg, his right hand came down to my cock and started stroking me. I let out a slight groan of pleasure, and Louis took that as a sign to push deeper, another two thick inches pushing into me. “Fuuuuck,” I groaned, arching my hips to give him a better angle as his cock slowly rearranged my guts.
Jean-Pierre shifted closer to my head, tapping his cock on my face. I opened my mouth and took his dick quickly in. It tasted like latex and lube with a hint of precum, but it was a welcome distraction to the next two inches of Louis's shaft stretching me as he sank it deeper. I groaned and moaned on Jean’s dick as he started face fucking me in time with Louis fucking my ass.
After a few strokes, Louis was able to push the last two inches into me and let out a groan I’d only heard in porn before. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted, bottoming out and holding it there for me to adapt to. Then he slowly pulled back out to the tip. “Mmmngh,” he moaned as he pushed agonizingly slowly back into the hilt. I felt so full, his cock was hitting a depth no other guy had ever hit, punching into my guts in a way that was both painful and incredibly pleasurable.
“Mmmmphh,” I moaned around Jean-Pierre’s cock.
“You like that, Zach? You like Louis’s big cock in you?” Jean asked.
“Mmmhmmmph,” I moaned on his cock. Jean-Pierre and Louis pushed deeper into me at the same time. My body didn’t know how to react to being attacked from both holes, and I just felt precum ooze from my cock as my hole clamped down on the cock inside me. I reached through his legs to grab Jean-Pierre’s ass and pull him deeper into my throat. He moaned and huffed, fucking my mouth as Louis was building up a rhythm and grunting out profanities.
“Fuck, J-P, I’m close, can I blow inside him?” Louis asked, thrusting harder and more erratic.
“Fais-le, oui!” Jean-Pierre said, pulling his cock from my mouth so he could watch.
I felt Louis thrust a few more times, leaning over me more and more as he did, and then he grunted, burying his cock balls deep in me. I moaned, feeling his cock swelling and twitching inside me as his body stiffened and his cock hit my guts, filling the condom like a balloon deep inside me. “Fuck,” I huffed out as I felt his orgasm wind down. Louis grinned at me and slowly pulled out, holding the rubber band to make sure it didn’t slip off his deflating cock. The condom dangled two inches off the tip of his dick, filled with hot cum as it pulled from my clenching hole.
Louis chuckled as he sat back on his feet and caught his breath.
“My turn,” Jean-Pierre said, giddy as he pushed Louis to get out from between my legs. Louis easily pulled the condom off his slick dick, holding it up the same way Jean-Pierre did for him. “Mother fucker, va le rincer!” He pointed, and Louis chuckled, hustling off the bed, he ran to the kitchen sink and rinsed his cum out of the condom before running back over to the bed and handing the stretched out latex to Jean.
Jean-Pierre put more lube on his cock, then pulled the condom on. It was a little baggy on his cock, but he lubed it up and then rolled me onto my stomach. I took another hit of poppers as I felt a dollop of lube or maybe saliva drip onto my hole before the condom covered cock started seeking my hole. He pushed, and my hole clenched, then he pushed a little harder, and it found the groove and slipped balls deep. We both moaned as all six inches settled inside me.
Jean-Pierre wrapped his arms under my chest, holding me tight as he kissed my neck and mumbled French into my ear, and started fucking me slowly. Just pushing those last two inches in and out at first, but then he let his legs slide to the outside of my legs and really started slamming his hips into my ass. “Oh fuck, so tight,” he grunted with a slow thwap thwap thwap of his hips. Then he’d grind deep inside me, pull out to the tip, and thrust back inside to make me squeal a loud, “Ungh,” as I arched my ass up to meet his thrusts. “Mmm, you feel so good,” he whispered in my ear, his hips hunching up into me and holding his cock deep. The next few strokes felt even better. It started feeling so good, I couldn’t help but moan, grinding my cock into the mattress as I flexed my ass around his slick cock.
He slid in and out of me quickly now, making sure that every ten or so thrusts he would grind deep, using his cock to stir my insides and hit every nerve ending that could produce pleasure. “Ungh, yeah, that’s it,” I moaned, feeling his hips against my ass, both of us making small circles to get every ounce of pleasure out of this fuck.
Louis was on his knees watching the entire fuck, jerking his dick, rubbing Jean-Pierre’s ass, and playing with his balls.
It didn’t take him long before Jean was rabbit fucking my hole and panting in my ear. “C'est tellement bon que je vais jouir,” he grunted in my ear as his rhythm broke and his hips hunched up into me. Then he relaxed and hunched again, “Mmm, I’m cumming,” he breathed into my ear and hunched harder into my ass, and I felt his cock twitch and the wet warmth of his orgasm deep inside me. We both moaned and held our breath as his body convulsed, straining to get his dick deeper with each twitch of his orgasm. The heat of his load radiating inside me, with one last light twitch and a small breath of air on my ear, until he relaxed and we both tried to catch our breath.
Louis, still playing with his cock, keeping it at full mast, leaned down and kissed Jean-Pierre and then grabbed a fistful of my hair, turned my head toward him, and kissed me. “That was so hot,” he said. “It felt so good,” Jean-Pierre mumbled, rocking his slick cock inside me for one last slow and deep thrust before putting his hands next to my head and pushing himself up slowly. He peeled his sweaty body from mine, then slowly pulled his dick from my ass. The feeling of his dick slipping from my hole left me wanting more until I heard a quiet, “fuck,” from Jean and saw Louis’s eyes getting big. I sat up, straining to look back at Jean-Pierre. His cock was slick with cum and lube, the condom bunched up completely in a collar around the base of his deflating dick. “Oh shit,” I groaned, realizing why it felt so much better all of a sudden.
I reached back and slid a finger over my ass; it was slick with warm cum. I rolled onto my back, looking at Jean-Pierre, who had concern in his eyes, but also struggling to wipe the look of a guy who just spent the last few minutes breeding me off his face.
“I didn’t realize it broke,” He said, his accent getting even thicker as he slowly pulled the condom off his dick. It was destroyed. Jean looked at Louis for help. Louise got closer, his left hand still slowly stroking his dick, his right hand went from my knee to my crotch, which felt good. “You’re not mad, are you?” He asked me.
I slowly shook my head, “It was an accident. I should’ve realized when it started to feel so good that something was off,” I forced a smile.
Jean-Pierre grinned, “It did feel good, I didn’t want to pull out…ever.”
Louis let his finger slip below my balls and around my hole, which was completely covered in Jean-Pierre’s cum. “You liked it?” He asked. I nodded, feeling his finger pushing into my well fucked hole. My balls ached to unload, so I started stroking my dick. His finger was what I needed to stroke myself off. I had been edging all night, and with all the sex, my balls were desperate to explode.
I spread my legs wider, and Louis adjusted himself on the bed to get a better angle on fingering my hole from between my legs. Sliding a second finger in this time.
“That feels good,” I whispered, watching through half-lidded eyes as Louis fingered me with his right hand and stroked his dick with the other hand. I spread my legs wider, rolling my hips on his finger and stroking faster.
“Can I fuck you some more?” He asked in his deep voice, holding his rock-hard cock as he shifted his knees to be back under my legs like when he fucked me earlier. He must have seen the look on my face as the wheels in my head tried to turn. Then he looked over at Jean-Pierre, who was lying next to me, his cock flaccid. Jean quickly picked up the poppers and put them under my nose, and I inhaled. The wave crashed over me as Louis added, “J-P got to fuck you raw…I want to try it.” He grinned as he started nudging his thick bellend into my well-lubed hole. I just nodded, and he didn’t hesitate to line his bare cock up with my hole and started pushing in.
After the first two inches were in, he placed both his hands on the bed up by my shoulders and hunched his hips up. His full 8”, using Jean-Pierre’s cum as lube, slid deep into my guts. “Mmmm…fuuuck yeah,” he moaned and humped into me again. I moaned with him, my legs flopping up and down with each new thrust. I quickly wrapped my feet behind his back, holding on as his thrusting became more animalistic than before. Each thrust landed harder and deeper inside me, sending waves of pleasure towards my balls and into my guts. I started furiously stroking my cock, rocking my ass on his thick meat as I felt Jean-Pierre’s cum leaking out of my hole and creating a sticky mess between my ass and Louis’s balls, but fuck, it felt so good I was getting closer than ever to blowing my load.
I tried to hold out and enjoy this amazing feeling of being fucked raw by a massive dick, but I only made it a few more strokes before I had to warn Louis, “Ungh…I’m gonna cum.” I grunted, my hand flying up and down my five inches as my ass gripped his cock tighter, his next three thrusts punching deep inside me, pushing me over the edge and making my toes curl behind his back as my body tensed. All of my muscles clenched, my balls tightened, and exploded. Cum firing out onto my chest, one rope after the next. Louis didn’t skip a beat, humping into my ass as my orgasm continued to wash over me, my ass clamping on his slick cock. “Oh shit, I’m going to cum again, can I cum in you?” He asked, and then he grunted and slammed his hips hard into me before I knew what was happening. “Nnnnghhhh,” he grunted as his muscles flexed in tune to his pulsing cock as the rest of him stiffened. I felt his cock throbbing in my hole and that feeling of his hot cum blasting inside me, wetting my guts as splash after splash of hot semen coated my burning insides. I continued to squeeze out the last few drops of my cum as my legs stretched wider for his hips to plant themselves flush against my ass. “Fuck yeah,” Jean-Pierre cheered as he watched me getting nut in.
We held ourselves in post-ogasmic bliss for a minute before either of us breathed again. It was when Jean-Pierre took a finger to the pool of my cum on my stomach and started swirling it around that Louis and I cracked a smile and took in a breath of air. He slowly pulled his completely soft dick out of my ass, and a pool of cum leaked out with it onto the sex pillow.
Jean-Pierre kissed me gently, his tongue and mine doing that dance again, but with less urgency than earlier. Louis came back with paper towels to clean up the cum.
I added both Jean-Pierre and Louis on Instagram before I left. Telling them I might be back in town soon, and the twinkle in their eyes had me add, “but I’ll bring condoms if I do come back,” and it made them chuckle and grin at each other. I was dressed shortly after and trying to find my way back to Jason’s apartment, hoping he wasn’t there since he hadn’t text me. It would be hard to explain why I’m walking funny and have cum leaking out of my ass into my underwear.
