Andrew & Frank - fisting & fucking doubled up
This is a true story. I met Andrew in Chicago on my big trip around the USA in 1995, on the day before I had to catch my plane back for Switzerland. I was cruising a record shop downtown and he was the salesman suggesting some music to me. Since I told him that I was traveling on my own, he proposed that he'd show me around town later, which I gladly accepted, having to spend the evening alone otherwise.
After a visit to a gallery opening, a meal at an Ethiopian restaurant and some cruising around with some friends of his ("they're from Florida, that's where they grow fruit..."), he finally dropped me of at the youth hostel, where I was staying. Saying good-bye, he covertly caressed my hand and asked me: "Are you sure you wanna spend the night here? You can stay at my place, you know!" Not being "out" altogether, at the time, to my folks, I was all confused and declined his proposal.
We stayed in touch though, writing letters, sending photos and admitting our homosexuality to each other. Later, we started sharing our sexual experiences and secret phantasms. This lasted six years, on and off; the correspondence becoming sparse with the years. Eventually, at the end of 2000, he unexpectedly called me one night to announce his trip to Europe. He even planned on coming to Switzerland - in spring and with his boyfriend Frank... This was going to be interesting. During the following two months, things became palpable: they were to be in Zurich on the first weekend of March.
On the Friday night before my encounter with the two guys, I prepared. I shaved properly, face and ass, packed my bag, including rubbers and lubricant, got ready some sexy clothes for the next day. I figured: they either might just want to meet me - being the only Swiss they know -- and to hang out in Zurich for the weekend - or something a little more thrilling. Anyway, I wanted to be ready for both.
Saturday morning, I excitedly catched the train to Zurich and, two and a half hours later, met them at the central railway station. Andrew was this tall, large guy with short curly hair and his look tuned to 1970's style, including large sunglasses and dark red leather jacket. His boyfriend Frank, on the other hand, was that slender 1980's blond urban cowboy with a jeans jacket lined with lamb fur. They accompanied me to their hotel so I could leave my bag; we then decided to go walk the city and shop.
We came back to the hotel in the early evening: earlier, we decided to go to a restaurant to eat, but needed to freshen up first. So Frank showered while Andrew and I talked and watched TV. He asked me if I'd like a massage, which I affirmed, getting rid of my t-shirt. He started out working my back, but lowered his hands rapidly. This was my confirmation that this was going to become hot.
When Frank came out of the shower with only a towel around his waist, all went pretty fast: Andrew stood up and started kissing and caressing Frank, then beckoned to me to join them; I approached hesitantly. He started fumbling with my pants and undoing Frank's towel, which dropped to the floor. Seeing Frank's circumcised cock, huge and slightly veering to one side, made mine go hard instantly. Andrew must have felt this, because suddenly he concentrated on freeing my dick - fuckin' button-up jeans!
When it finally bounced out, both of them gazed at it silently for a moment before Andrew dared to touch it. This sent electric shocks through my body, making my dick pulsate and protrude further. He began masturbating Frank and me simultaneously, playing with our cocks, slapping them against each other and putting them together to masturbate both one-handed. He was especially interested in mine, since it is uncut: he retracted my foreskin and stroked my hypersensitive gland.
This had my legs turn to jelly, so I knelt down and began licking Frank's large cock from one side; Andrew quickly joined me from the opposite side, so our tongues entwined, lips touched, and after a while, both our mouths as well as Frank's cock were soaking from spit and sore red. Meanwhile Andrew's hand searched my balls; when he found them, he weighed and strained them, caressing my favorite zone between their onset and the anus. The latter started twitching nervously at once.
Andrew demanded us to mount on the king size bed, to get on our hands and knees, with our fuck-holes facing him. Frank obeyed promptly and I followed him - with anxious curiosity. Frank winked at me knowingly when I finally rested by his side. Meanwhile Andrew fetched the Vaseline from his bag. He started to anoint our anuses, and then slowly probed them with one, two, three, four fingers, gyrating his hands to plunge deeper. I arched by back to present my ass in the best possible position, feeling my anus getting slick and slutty, as Andrew's fingers circled around it, across and then down.
Our moaning mingled with the sucking noises coming from behind. Then Andrew finally managed to introduce both his fists, one in each of our asses, rotating and thrusting them, feeling our insides. Spurred by the sighs, his hands drove us crazy, while our pulsating dicks nodded in tune, smacking against our stomachs. What a sight must he have savored: both of his arms disappearing in huge creamy assholes of two panting boys, two sweating backs bulging and pushing - in pleasure.
Meanwhile Andrew was becoming aroused as well, witnessing our obvious joy of which he was the cause. So he slowly removed one of his fists from one of holes and inserted his considerable cock instead. His free hand then grabbed the shoulder to control the impaled torso and shove his cock even deeper inside. Every five minutes or so, he changed his position, replacing his cock with a fist and jabbing that one in next-door. This alternation of being fisted, the anus strained to the maximum by a slowly drilling hand, and fucked roughly, rather nailed by this jackhammer of cocks: my anus, by the end of it, was a raw hole, wet and widened, a last reflex contracting it in deranged convulsions. But the best was to come.
Out powered, Andrew finally laid back on the bed with his dick sticking up in the air, still pulsating, and made a sign for me to sit on it. I straddled my legs, crouching over his lower torso, impaling myself anew with his hot rod. Teetering absent-minded I didn't see Frank moving in from behind. He pushed me down on my knees, thus lifting my ass making it accessible for him. He then penetrated me as well, both of the cocks straining my anus even further. I moved up and down in sexual ecstasy, feeling them growing inside me even more. The guys pushed their cocks inside me by turns, gaining in pace, when finally, Andrew shot his load inside me. Feeling his cum inside me I ejaculated shortly after, all over his chest, then collapsing exhausted onto the wet skin, while still being worked over by Frank.
When we finally had enough it was late at night. We hadn't eaten, but fell asleep instantly. Sunday morning, we again enjoyed ourselves, before having to leave the room. This meant good-bye: I had to return home, and they continued to Italy. They spent two days in Switzerland without seeing anything of it, except a big, black, willing hole.