They were a professional gay couple living downtown in a building I envied.  I met Mark online probably a year before we ever met up and I liked him from the start.  A doctor, he was witty, insanely intelligent, tall, and handsome.  Everything that gets me where it matters.  His partner, Jeff seemed nice enough.  He was quiet and I didn’t find him all that interesting or attractive, but soon enough it became apparent to me that he was interested in me.

I didn’t respond to it other than to say I was flattered.  Mark, on the other hand, was a bit more aggressive.  He pulled me out of my aloof personality and asked me to join him on walks around downtown as we got to know each other.  I found the approach unorthodox.  I mean, “getting to know” someone in the gay world usually means grabbing drinks and then fucking, or inviting them over to watch a movie–which means fucking.  Having to put on my coat and laugh, joke, and talk to a guy in the cold as we walked up and down the sidewalks downtown was refreshing and also exhausting.  By the second “walk” round the neighborhood, I wanted him pretty badly.

So, one night out of the blue when I was downtown finishing up having some dinner with a friend, I got a text from Mark asking me what I was doing and if I weren’t busy, I should stop by their apartment to hang out and have some wine.  I knew in the back of my mind what might happen that night and I have to admit, I was up for it.

They charmed me as I sat at their wide modern kitchen bar and they poured me a few glasses of wine as the conversation flowed and the laughs filled the air.  I was pretty buzzed but not completely out of it.  I figured somebody had to make a move so I got up and started to walk around the kitchen and then living room of their apartment, telling them how much I liked it.  They walked around with me and then, Mark’s partner, Jeff, rubbed the front of my jeans.  I was already semi-hard thinking of the prospect of a hot three-way, even if one of them didn’t exactly do it for me–and that person was the one rubbing my dick through my pants.

I stood there while Jeff rubbed my dick, making it harder by the second, while Mark stood behind me, sliding his hand down the back of my jeans to run his finger along the crack of my ass.  I moaned.

In moments, I was seated on couch with my legs spread and my jeans around my ankles as Jeff slurped down my cock pretty expertly.  With the buzz of the wine and the heady anticipation of sex, every swipe of his tongue seemed amplified, especially since his partner was watching the whole time, encouraging it.  I looked at Mark and said, “You’re fucking lucky to get this kind of cock sucking on a regular basis.”

“Oh, he doesn’t do that for me,” was Mark’s reply as he laughed and watched my dick being taken down again and again in deeper strokes.  Then, Mark pulled Jeff of my cock and pulled me up off the couch and moved me into their bedroom.

They stripped my clothes off–Mark my shirt, Jeff my underwear.  Mark stood in front of me, looking down at me and ran his hands down my chest and then my back and I sort of leaned my body into his and he rubbed his thumbs on my nipples before I pulled his shirt up over his head and quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down his legs and onto the floor.

Then we were all three in their bed with Mark on my right and Jeff on my left…both of them touching me, stroking me, running their hands over me.  It was almost sensory overload.  All I could think about was having Mark fuck me.  I knew already that he was the top in their relationship and I was definitely in the mood to find out more about that.  Less appealing to me was having Jeff there, but I guess I could hardly complain and I couldn’t demand to break up the matching pair.

Mark pushed me onto my side and spooned me, pushing his big fat cock along the crack of my ass while he kissed the back of my neck and sucked on my earlobe.  Jeff stroked me vigorously until I was stiff as a steel rod.  He turned his back to me and told me to fuck him.  I grabbed the condom he gave me while he lubed himself up with his hands and finger and slid in steadily until I was in balls deep.  He groaned and pushed back against me.  At just about the same time, I felt Mark fingering my tight hole with lubed up fingers.  I moaned and twisted my head back to kiss him hungrily as he slid inside me.

I pulled one of my legs up to my body, knee to chin, to take him in deep as I arched my back to continue slowly pumping Jeff, groaning in front of me.  But, when Mark pulled my body close to his, with his chest on my back, I slipped out of Jeff and slightly turned to make out with Mark pretty passionately.  I was just completely drawn to his confidence and his hands on my body.

Jeff turned around to watch us as I began to push harder against Mark’s cock, getting him as deep inside my ass as I possibly could.  Any awkwardness I felt about getting fucked deep in front of his partner soon disappeared as I writhed on the bed, sloppily kissing his neck and telling him to fuck me deeper.

Mark pulled out of me and put me on my back, swiftly lifting my legs up in the air and holding on to my ankles as he plunged back inside me and pumped me relentlessly, like a piston.  His eyes were glazed over and his jaw hung slack, his mouth open.  I put my hands on the backs of my thighs and pulled my legs to my body so that my knees were right on my shoulders and he put his body on mine, chest to chest, sweaty and passionate.  As Jeff stoked his cock, watching us, I whispered loud and breathlessly to Mark, “I love your fucking cock.” and kissed him.

The bed was rocking pretty hard at that point and in the semi-dark, I saw Jeff get off the bed and wander out of the bedroom.  I ran my hands down Mark’s slippery back and cupped his hard ass cheeks in my palms and told him to fuck the shit out of me.  He pounded my hole over and over while I groaned and kept up my running commentary on how big his cock was and how good it felt in my ass.  Just then, he pulled his body up to where he was on his knees fucking me and he began to stroke my cock slowly.  In a few minutes, I was ready to blow and when I did, I shot all over his chest and my face.  Cum was shooting everywhere.  It had been ages since I’d been so turned on and fucked so properly.  When I was still flying high on my orgasm, Mark bent down, digging his palms into the mattress beside my body and he rapidly pistoned his cock in and out of my wet hole until he slammed me into the bed with one big thrust and as deep as he could go, he blew inside my ass, yelling, “Fuck yes!” and gasping for breath.

My legs were shaking as I let them down beside me.  Mark’s body was still on top of me and I reflexively wrapped my legs around his waist as he kissed me after we came.  As we slowly came apart, his cock slipped out of my ass and I began ghosting–still feeling his big dick pumping me.  It was a luxurious feeling.

For the next few minutes, Mark ran his fingers all over my chest and down my stomach and down my thighs as he kissed my neck.  I became completely wrapped up in what was going on and forgot that Jeff was no longer in the room, until, suddenly, he walked in, his naked body in silhouette, framed in the doorway of the bedroom.

“Are you finished yet?” he asked quietly and not very friendly, directed at Mark.  He then walked over to the foot of the bed and started to get dressed, pulling up his hastily discarded clothing from when, a half hour or so ago, we were stripping as fast as we could to get into the bed.

“Maybe,” Mark replied, cooly.  “And maybe not,” he added as he cupped my cock and balls in his hand.  The high of sex wore off pretty quickly after that moment and I began to feel like I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.  As I began to get up, Mark put his big hand flat on my chest and whispered, “You can stay here tonight.”

“Noooo,” I said back.  “I’ve got to get home to my dogs.  Thank you, though.”  He watched me as I got dressed.  Jeff had gone back into the living room.  The TV was on.  When I had buttoned my jeans, Mark got up, slipped on his pants and walked me out of the bedroom and down the hall to the front door.  I clumsily put on my shoes and grabbed my jacket, hardly making eye contact with him even though I felt his eyes on me every second.

Sighing heavily, I finally looked up at him and smiled.  “Thanks for the good time!” I said as brightly as I could to overcome the incredible awkwardness I felt.  He laughed softly but said nothing.  “I’ll talk to you later,” I said quickly as I opened the door and walked into the hall and away from their apartment.

As I walked home, I could still feel him in my ass.  Two days later, he told me his partner, Jeff, said that he wasn’t allowed to hang out with me anymore.  Still, he asked me to come over without Jeff at home.  I declined.

“I don’t mind being the guest star,” I joked on the phone.  “But, I’m not the kind of guy who’s the one on the side.”