I Don't Think So

I Don't Think So A sexual fantasy based on actual incidents

By Billy Jay Dee

Bill checked out several gay bars on his way to "C.C. Attle's". The "Manray" was an art deco emporium that played "dance music" way too loud. He'd followed a group of older men to "R Place". He felt comfortable at "R Place" -- three floors of wood and glass with a mixed crowd of mostly gay men of undoubtedly legal age. But he wanted to get to "C.C. Attle's" for a particular reason. It was the monthly gathering of the Northwest Bears.

He walked in about 8:30, finding it busier since the bears moved in. Bill found a beer, a place to hang his leather jacket under the bar and a wall to lean against. He'd been well fucked twice the week before in Juneau on business and had met a handsome, happy, quiet, bottom bear upon entering "The Cuff" last night. He felt satisfied and wondered what he was doing there. On the other hand he looked forward to seeing "PDA's", the public displays of Affection, that bears are notorious for.

At 6'1", 180 pounds and 44 years he didn't stick out in the crowd too much, even as hairless as he was.

"Hello," Ricki said.

Bill glanced over and then glanced again. "Hi," he said to the small bear in a blue dress shirt standing next to him. A small tuft of black chest hair displayed at his collar. He kept his hair cut short and sported a small moustache. Bill looked again at Ricki. This time into those dark tinkling mischievous eyes under arching eyebrows that offered fun, lots of fun.

As they spoke, a wild eyed friend of Ricki's greeted him with a kiss. Ricki introduced Bill to the T-shirt and shorts with a baseball cap and longish hair. Doug, aged about 35, was a hoot as far as Bill could tell over the loud music.

"You should see what my partner is into on the `back veranda'!" Doug shouted above the music.

"Back veranda" proved to be a popular local euphemism for the outside porch following recent events at "The Eagle".

"Hi." came a hesitant voice at Ricki's side. Ricki introduced Chuck to Bill and Doug.

Chuck looked thin beneath his bulky T-shirt and coat. But solid hairy legs snuck out of his soft shorts and heavy boots. He was a blond with straight hair, brushed straight back, a bristly blonde beard and a constant line of chatter. He was also tall, much to Bill's delight.

"Doug was just telling us about his partner," Ricki explained.

"What's going on?" Bill asked.

He's sort of in the middle of a three way. It's hot!"

Ricki and Bill asked for details and pressed for directions.

"This is to weird. I need a beer or two," Chuck joked as he headed for the bar. Bill proceeded toward the bathroom and the other two to the back veranda.

When Bill returned from the bathroom only Doug was recognizable among the twenty or so friendly bears on the mostly enclosed back porch. Doug introduced his partner, whom Bill gave grief about ending the show before he'd gotten there.

Doug's partner seemed more embarrassed than amused. He was another short bear like Ricki with a rosy complexion and nice smile. Ricki joins the circle on the crowded narrow back porch just as a skinny dark man in a leather jacket approached Doug's partner.

The stranger greeted him with a kiss, played with his chest and then lifted his shirt to admire the short bears hairy chest. With a few strokes of the fur, the skinny stranger went to his knees, undid Partner's pants and started sucking his small cock. Ricki scooted in closer to Bill in order to see and put his arm around the taller man's waist in the process. Doug whooped and hollered. After watching his partner get sucked for a few seconds, Doug undid his own pants and pulled out a moderately thick eight-inch anteater. The pink head was totally hidden by the foreskin until he pulled it pack. He guided his rising member to the stranger's mouth. After an un-suck-sessful attempt to engulf both cocks at once, he simply started alternating. When he finishes a little of that, the two suckees pulled the jacketed stranger to his feet. Doug spun his ball cap backwards and dropped to the ground to return the favor. Shortly everyone thanked the other and departed, leaving Doug's partner, Bill and Ricki to "guard the beers".

"What's happening?" inquired a familiar voice behind Ricki and Bill.

It was Chuck. They tried to explain that the threesome had just happened again, but with the music and burly bears pushing through the writhing crowd, Chuck didn't understand. Doug returned to their little circle.

"You been sucking cock?" Chuck joked.

Everyone turned to look at him. "He's got his cap on Backwards," Chuck grinned knowingly.

"We were just telling you that," Ricki replied quietly.

"Weird," Chuck joked. Ricki reached up Chuck's shorts to fondle his cock, pulling him closer. Now massaging Bill's ass he looked up into the taller man's eyes. Bill unable to resist, bent down and kissed his little lips and soft thin black moustache. Ricki broke from the kiss to lean over and kiss Chuck, then pulled back and with a hand in Bill's guided his lips to Chuck's. They repeated the sequence again. Until Chuck, apparently jealous of Bill getting longer kisses began to gnaw on his leather jacket. Bill broke from his embrace with Ricki. He lifted Chuck's bearded jaw off his shoulder with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand.

"I don't think so. It would be awfully hard to explain teeth marks in the jacket she bought me to my wife," Bill warned.

"Just being weird," Chuck joked.

No one is ever a hundred percent kidding, Bill thought.

Meanwhile Ricki released Chuck's cock and worked his hand into Bills shorts. Chuck pulled out Ricki's hard dick and Bill's hand snuck up the jokesters shorts, moist with precum, to fondle his Moderate-sized cock. When it was Bill's turn to fondle Ricki's cock he found a hard curved cock ready for action. It swelled when Chuck jokingly spanked Ricki on the butt. Bill pulled his sticky hand from out of Ricki's pants and suggested Chuck lick his palm. The crowd cheered when it happened. A parade of three large bears forced their way through, splitting Chuck off from the other two.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Bill asked in the relative privacy. "I'm a bottom. Are you a top?"

Ricki nodded and smiled silently.

When the wake of the passing grizzly bears subsided, Chuck rejoined them. He and Bill sandwiched the smaller man. Leaning over Ricki's head, Bill asked "Are you a top or bottom?"

"I can do whatever needs done. I think I'm sort of closet heterosexual, actually," he joked.

Bill smiled at Chuck and nodded towards the door. He grabbed Ricki by the hand and started dragging him that way.

"Where we going?" Chuck shouted, preparing to down his beer.

"We're leaving," Bill called as he started pulling harder on Ricki's furry hand.

"Oh!" exclaimed the enthusiastic bear as he threw down the bottle and started pushing Ricki ahead of him.

Outside Chuck said, "How we going to do this?"

"Well, I walked so I don't have a car," Bill pointed out.

"I do," Chuck rejoined.

"That's taken care of. I've got a hotel room, what about you guys?"

"I can't do this," Ricki confessed.

"Too bad," Chuck joked.

"I'm sorry. I've been seeing someone for 8 months," the short bear confessed.

B & B hooted and derided him.

"I don't see no ring on that finger," Bill pointed out.

"I usually don't do things like this. I'm shy."

More hoots from B&B.

"What if we forced you. What if we like, raped you? Would that make it okay?" Chuck joked.

"Nah, he's a top. If he isn't comfortable he won't perform well. Let's let him go."

"You two have fun," Ricki wished.

"Okay," B&B responded in unison.

Chuck led Bill through the darkened house. They stepped around table saws and stacks of rough cut lumber on their way to the back of Chuck's two-bedroom house. Chuck stopped in the kitchen to show off the back splash he'd finished that day, the cherry wood trim and casements, the new windows and astonishing deck out back.

Next Chuck led him to the bedroom and had him wait in the doorway while he tidied the bed. It was a queen bed with a cherry wood frame and a curved head board and foot board. A matching wardrobe and bed stand completed the room Bill looked down the hallway and saw the same style and quality in the second bedroom.

"Well," Chuck joked as he went to embrace Bill, "bend over the bed, boy!"

Lifting the smooth-chested bear trapper in his arms, Chuck tossed him face first into the bed. Chuck's furry hands slid down the small of Bill's back.

As he pushed his shoulders further and further into the bed, Bill's ass rose in the air where Chuck ground the damp crotch of his shorts into the denim on Bills butt. Further and further his hands slid and harder and harder his thighs jarred Bill's body.

"Crunch!" snapped a couple of vertebrae.

"Are you all right?" Chuck joked, leaping back from the bed.

"I'm fine. That felt good actually. Guess I needed a little man handling. But we are going to have an accident if you don't let me go to the bathroom.

Chuck nodded as Bill leapt from the bed, kicked off his shoes and doffed his coat enroute to the bathroom. He unbuckled his pants. His heavy leather and concho belt dragged his levis straight to the floor around his long legs. He dropped his naked hairless ass to the toilet and began to relieve his bladder of a large quantity of rented beer.

Totally naked Chuck the bear padded into the bathroom, with a semi-hard 7-inch cock in hisright hand. Since Chuck was fully naked, Bill could see he was stockier and more muscular than he'd expected.

"I got to pee, too."

Chuck joked circling his dick in the direction of Bill's mouth.

"I don't think so. Not in my mouth."

"Actually," Chuck joked, "I was thinking about putting you in the tub later and peeing on your chest. I just can't get the idea out of my head. But that would be later."

He moved his white hardening hunk of man meat into Bill's willing mouth and started fucking his face. He was hard in minutes and he demanded Bill get off the stool.

"I'm going to bend you over the tub, boy. I'm going to slam it to you and fuck you hard."

Bill smiled knowingly. Chuck dressed and lubed his seven-inch hardon. Bill folded a towel across the edge of the tub, got on to his knees and bent over. Chuck knelt behind him doggie style.

True to his word, Chuck slammed his cock up Bill's crack with such impact it knocked him head first intothe tub.

"Like getting fucked hard, boy? You like it?"

Bill didn't reply, knowing the initial pain would subside.

"I'm going to get deeper into you, boy," Chuck jeered getting off his knees and crawling onto Bill's back. He supported his weight with his hand braced on the far side of the tub and continued the butt banging with even deeper harder thrusts.

"Now that's good, stud. That's good fucking," Bill shouted.

"I'll give you more than that, boy."

Chuck braced his paws against the far wall, pushed off the floor with his toes and now slammed his whole body into the willing bottom crumbled in the tub. Bill braced his thighs against the outside Of tub and smiled with the increased force inside him.

"I got to pee too bad to cum," Chuck snickered. "Get in the tub, boy. I got to pee."

Bill crawled into the tub standing on his knees so as to not have to take the spray in his face. Chuck stood in front of him stroking his muscular sandy haired body and mumbling about the boy wanting it as he relaxed enough to pee. A warm good-feeling stream of liquid finally came out the heart-shaped head of his dick. Bill smiled with the warmth. Not satisfied, Chuck climbed on the edge of the tub, maybe in order to wet Bill's face. But the stream dwindled.

"Pig! You're disgusting! You need a shower!"

"I need a shower?" Bill responded then scrambled up on his feet and pulled the bear to himself before Chuck could climb off the edge of the tub.

They soaped one another up. Chuck used his whole hairy body as Bill's personal scrub brush. As they dried off, Chuck jokingly called Bill a pig. "Pig fucker," Bill rejoined.

Back in bed Chuck contorted Bill's and his bodies into various versions of face fucking one another and sixty-nining before confessing that he'd only be able to finish fucking Bill is they worked "Junior", a monstrous dildo, up his ass. Chuck assumed a fetal position on the bed. Bill spread Chuck's very hairy cheeks apart and worked the flesh colored eight-inch long and very thick dildo up the top's ass, making him beg for more and swear how good it felt.

"On the bed, pig," Chuck exclaimed when he grew hard again.

Bill fell face forward spread eagle on the queen size bed.

"No, pig, put your butt on the edge so I can stand and fuck you. Bill complied and Chuck spread the Bill's muscular dangling thighs apart to the point of pain before driving his dick into his juicy ass again.

"Like that, pig?' he joked, jerking Bill's torso back and forth on the bed. Eventually in his frenzy it was too difficult for Chuck to handle Bill's butt and the dildo up his ass. He solved the problem by holding onto the back of Bill's head with a hand full of hair while stroking his ass with the dildo.

"I'm going to cum. Pig, roll over."

Bill did as told and Chuck squatted on his chest driving Junior further up his butt as he stroked his cock and leaned his hard-muscled frame backward, further moving Junior up his asshole. He came in globs making sure to get some in Bill's moustache and then kissing him and licking it off.

They woke early in the morning and began to sixty-nine. Chuck's cock began to grow rapidly inside Bill's throat. The bear trapper began to gasp and gurgle with every thrust. He pushed Chuck's thighs off his face.

"If you are going to stick that thing that deeply into me, why don't you do it in my butt?" Bill grinned.

"Too bad, pig. It ain't hard enough and I'm about to cum."

"I don't think so," Bill replied heaving him across the bed and then crawling onto Chuck to finish off the bj session. They drifted back to sleep.

Bill needed a ride back to his hotel early and rolled Chuck out of bed to wake him on time. Bill yanked on his clothes and stood silently watching Chuck. Chuck dressed slowly and put away his toys in the bed stand. As the cherry wood cabinet door swung shut, Bill glimpsed something next to the lubricant and "Junior". He saw several length of ropes and a foot-long paddle with electrical tape wrapped around the handle. The paddle was made of rough cut one-by-four lumber.

"Call me sometime, pig," Chuck joked as he dropped Bill off. They'd never exchanged phone numbers.

As the car drove away Bill laughed to himself, "I don't think so."

Testosterone Trio

PART I: Mountain Man

A fantasy by Billy Jay Dee

Hi. My name's Steve. I work for a tree-trimming company in Ohio and have a mountain home in nearby West Virginia. It's a cozy little cabin far up on a hilltop about a half-mile from my next neighbor.

I'm 48, divorced and live by myself, although I have people in here to see me pretty often. Sometimes it's a woman. Sometimes it's a man. I'm a hairy, horny bastard and I really don't care where the sex comes from as long as I get some.

My job keeps me in fair shape. Lately, I've been having a good time with a older man I've known for years. He's a married guy from a town close by where he's something of a big dog. He's a writer and used to be something in book publishing before he retired last year at age 57. What the locals don't know that I do, is that he likes to suck cock, rim ass and fuck butt. He also has a nice-sized 7.5-inch mansticker and he pretty much knows how to use it.

We've had some fine three-ways with a lady friend of mine who live up Piney Creek Hollow. I've also learned to like sucking on that fat-headed fuckpole, but I think I my biggest shock came when I found out how good it feels when he plows my ass, something that really hurt at first. Now Jake knows to loosen me up with a few fingers first, get me good and hot and lay on the lube. One of the best times we had was when he face-fucked me and shot a hell of a load into my moustache.

As a matter of fact, we get together about twice a month for a really hot session of man-to-man sex.

Just last week he came by with a nice surprise -- a bunch of toys he'd ordered on the Internet. One was a regular plastic-like vibrator like you see advertised for women, one was a slender candy-colored thing, then a funny-shaped butt plug and a realistic looking seven-inch fake dick with rubber balls attached.

We both got naked. Jake, for that's his name, looks pretty good for his age, kind of skinny in the arms but a broad chest covered with graying curly hair, a small belly and that nice fat cut prick and low-hanging balls surrounded by a salt-and-pepper bush of thick hair.

I'm more muscular, hairier and younger, but not a damned bit hornier than this hot fucker. When we get together, he likes to start out by sucking my seven-incher, which always gets instantly hard when he comes in the door!

This night, he's down on his knees in no time, swirling his tongue around my rock-solid cock shaft and slurping at my precum-dripping mushroom.

"Mmmmm," he says. "Your cock tastes better than usual. You must be drinking a new kind of beer!"

"Nope," I tell him, "still swilling that Bud. But I was stroking my dick with this new flavored lube before you got here." I show him the tube -- Slick Peach, it's called.

He dives down on my cock like it's the best piece of meat he's ever had between his lips. I move my hips in slow strokes, mouth fucking him while he groans and stares up into my eyes with that moony look he gets when he's dick-licking.

"Ah, yeah, Jake, suck that fat prick!!! Take the whole thing, you cocksucking bitch!" I grunt at him as I shove home. Just before I get into high gear to feed him my cumshot, he backs off, trailing spit and precum down across his stubbled chin.

"Hold off, Steve. We wanna play a while, don't we?" he says huffing and puffing, moving his wet, warm mouth down to my low-hung nutsack. He licks first one, then the other of my balls and starts fingering my hairy asscrack, sliding some of the love juice flowing from his mouth right up into my puckering hole. As he sucks my balls and slides one of his skinny fingers into my butt, he picks up the vibrator, turns it on and applies it gently to my throbbing spit-slick bone. "Uhhhh, ooooh, yeah, Jake, that's good. You're getting there now," I inform him, grabbing his slightly thinning gray hair and shoving his face further into my crotch.

He pulls away from me and sucks in a breath of air. "Now, to get your ass ready for the big one," Jake grins up at me, laying aside the vibrator and picking up the slender jelly-colored thingamabob. While he lightly nibbles at my hard prick, he begins to slide the thing up my ass, pushing it in an inch, then pulling it out. Then pushing it two inches, until after several minutes he has the whole six inches or so of the thing up my butt. The precum is flooding from my piss slit. He twirls the butt probe around inside me and I feel myself loosening up. Jake can feel it too. He slides the thing out of me and reaches for the seven-inch fake dick. He stands up and shows me that the dildo is about a half-inch shorter and somewhat thinner than the fat hard prong protruding from between his legs.

"Turn around and bend over," he directs me. I do it. I feel the rubbery tip of the fake dick pressing against my asspucker, which is now doing a sort of before-the-cumshot spasm. He eases the head of the thing into me and I snort at the initial pain. But slimed up by his spit and the peachy, creamy lube I shoved up there earlier, it soon starts to feel comfortable, even pleasurable.

He slides the rubber cock all the way into my ass and reaches around with the other hand to start fondling my peter, which has somewhat softened up in the process. Soon he has it hard as a rock again as the fake dick prods spots up inside me I didn't even know I had. I back up into that thing and wish for more. And soon I've got my wish! Jake pops the rubber dong out of my ass and I feel the hot wet tip of his big-headed manfucker delving at my wide-open asshole. He shoves the fat sausage in with one swift movement of his hips. "Yeahhhhh! Whoa! Easy, Jake, that hurts..." I tell him hoarsely. He ignores me. Grabbing my cock in one hand and my balls in the other, he starts to ride me like a bronco. Soon, we have a rhythm going as our sweaty bodies thrash together. I can feel his balls hit just below my asshole with each rapid forward thrust. "Uh, uh, uh, here it comes, Steve, I'm ready. Cum with me, baby!" Jake growls at me, raking his fat cockhead across my throbbing prostate and setting me off like a Fourth of July fireworks show. "Aaaah, yeah, I'm cumming! Give me the whole cock NOW!!!!" I feel him ram the full length of his veiny rod into my insides and the twitching of it as it begins to unload a week's worth of stored-up cum. "Aaaaaah, oooooh, yeah!" he grunts, gripping my balls tightly and pumping my load from my pulsating pecker. We collapse onto the bed, both out of breath and both fully satisfied.

"Damn, that was good," he says, kissing the sweaty center of my back. "Very good." We lie stickily together for a few moments before heading to the bathroom to wash up. We have to scrub the toys good, too, and it gives us both a laugh.

Testosterone Trio

Part II: Northwest Passage A fantasy By Billy Jay Dee

Hello, there. I'm Bill. Happily married, beautiful wife, a couple of great kids. And a life-long hankering for big, hairy, hunky men that I just can't deny. I live in Oregon, where I work as a computer consultant for the U.S. Forest Service and enjoy the great outdoors.

A little over a year ago, I read a bisexual erotic story online and sent a note to the writer. We struck up an online friendship and we developed a genuine comradeship based on shared interests -- mythology, literature, the arts and, well, big, hairy, hunky men. This guy's name is Jake and he's a retired publisher and writer living in West (By God) Virginia. We share stories about our erotic adventures.

Since we lived so far apart, neither of us ever expected to get together. But a rare and happy set of circumstances caught us both by surprise. The Forest Service has a fire school at Jefferson National Forest in West Virginia. Last fall, my supervisor asked if I'd like to go there for a two-week training session. I jumped at the chance and contacted Jake, my e-mail friend, to see if we might be able to meet somewhere while I was in the East.

He wrote right back, sounding excited as hell. He said the Forest Service camp is only 40 miles from where a friend of his lives in a rustic mountain cabin. He offered to come pick me up for a weekend of "recreation" that would include the three of us after my first week of lessons.

All I could think about for the next two weeks was getting sandwiched between those two hairy hunks of men. I was aching to have my ass filled, but not split apart.

At last, I was on my way to "Wild, Wonderful West Virginia." The flight was pleasant enough and the trip through the countryside into the scenic mountains was spectacular. I rode in a Forest Service van with several other guys from the Northwest and from California.

At the Jefferson National Forest site, I passed a pretty boring week of classes, outdoor training and bunking in with Forest Service rangers from all over the U.S. The only excitement came at shower time in the evenings when I got to eye some of the hunky -- and not so hunky -- men in the shower room. It was all I could do by week's end to keep my rod from getting hard while I soaped up. A few times I had to face the wall and think about the day's mundane activities to forestall a raging boner.

Thus, when Friday evening came I was genuinely happy to see Jake's smiling face when he arrived in a brand-new pickup to rescue me. We shook hands and greeted each other like long-lost brothers.

As we drove to his buddy's cabin, Jake told me a bit more about his relationship with Steve. Damn, this pair knew something about men having fun together.

I noticed an increasing bulge in Jake's snug khakis as he told of some of the pair's adventures.

"Hey, Jake, is that a Swiss army knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" I grinned, sliding my hand onto his leg.

"Why don't you just check and find out," Jake out, grinning back.

I placed my fingers over the stretched fabric and found his long cock hard as a rock. I traced its shape with my left index finger and found a damp spot where his precum had leaked from his well-shaped cockhead. He slid down slightly under the wheel and I unzipped his fly. With some trouble, I finally fished his dripping, swollen peter from his pants.

"Oh, watch out, Bill. I've got to drive this truck, you know?" Jake laughed. "But, I'm pretty familiar with the road if you want to have a little sample before we get to the good stuff."

I didn't hesitate, sliding my head down to his lap and licking at his piss slit. His precum was unusually sweet and the smell of his crotch was sweaty but clean, a hint of Irish Spring. I took his cockhead into my lips and swirled my tongue around the flared corona.

"Ohhh, that's good. Suck my rod, Bill!" Jake moaned, pressing the back of my head gently downward. My mouth filled with saliva mixing with his oozing manjuice and I slid more than half of it into my suctioning mouth.

Just then Jake gently patted my head.

"Damn, Bill, we're almost there. Can we save this for later?"

I lifted up, trailing a string of spit and precum from my lips.

"Oh, yeah, we've got plenty of time," I agreed. "The whole weekend."

As Jake shoved his wet dick back into his shorts and zipped up, my dick was still nearly ripping through my jeans. A wide wet spot was visible where I had leaked a goodly dollop of precum.

I could see that Jake was just as excited as I was. The bulge in his khakis remained enormous and a dark stain spread outward from where a glance could easily detect the shape of his flared cockhead.

Steve was waiting for us, beer in hand. He offered us refreshments and as he turned I had a chance to survey his broad muscular back covered by a light t-shirt, a fabulous tight ass in well-worn jeans shorts and hairy, thickly-muscled legs. He wore no shoes.

We sipped our beers, chatted about the mundane for a while and nervously checked each other out. My cock had softened up some, but I could see Jake was still sporting a fat erection which he reached down and adjusted from time to time with no sign of embarrassment.

"What the hell's the matter with you, Jake?" Steve laughed. "You keep on playing with that thing between your legs like it's hurtin' ya."

Jake laughed. "Well, you know, my cock could do with a little air. Do you guys mind?" He stood up and started undressing. Steve looked at me and grinned.

"Shit, Bill, it looks like it's time for all of us to get comfortable," he said, as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. His bright pink nipples poked out from the think coat of black hair covering his chest. I sat mesmerized for a moment as he pulled down his shorts and his thick seven-inch hardon popped out. I glanced over at Jake who was now fully nude and sliding his fist slowly up and down his cock, which looked slightly longer and thicker than Steve's.

As they edged toward each other, they turned to me and said, "Hey, Bill, what are you waiting for?"

"Um, I was just enjoying the scenery," I stumbled as I started to shuck my clothes. Steve and Jake sat on opposite ends of the big sofa and indicated the spot in the middle was for me.

I didn't get a chance to sit, however, because Steve squatted in front of me and started sucking my six-inch cock. Jake started rubbing my ass cheeks and nuzzling my neck. He brings one of his fingers to my lips and I instinctively start sucking on it, making it wet and slippery. The slender finger is soon pressed between my asscheeks and probes at my pucker. Steve slurps loudly on my cock, his nose buried in my pubic hair and his fingers busy fondling my balls. It feels great.

Soon, Jake removes his finger from my butthole and presses me down toward the floor. Jake takes over from Steve on my trembling cock and I put my head between Steve's legs to lick his fat hardon. Steve completes the daisy chain by chowing down on Jake's precum-dripping rod.

I feel Steve's hand on my ass and before long he's wedged two of his thick fingers up my butthole, sliding them slowly in and out in rhythm with our cocksucking triangle.

"I need a hole to fuck," Steve grunts, pulling his cock from my mouth with a loud "Schlup!" He lays back on the floor with that spit-slick monster pointed at the ceiling. Jake smiles at me. "Go for it, Bill," he encourages. I straddle Steve's hairy legs and he grips my waist, pulling me forward and onto his cock.

I slide on down his rod and start rocking on that saddle horn of his. He pulls me down into his arms to kiss me. Jake suddenly leaps on top of my ass, laying the head of his rock-hard cock on the shaft of Steve's ass-invader. As Steve bulldozes his way down my hershey highway, I suddenly think, "I don't want my butt ripped apart!" But the two hot studs are intent on the same target. Jake manages to slip his fat hardon into my ass while I squirm and fidget. They alternate strokes, shoving first one, then the other of their fat cocks into my very wet and open ass channel. Their urgent strokes force their cocks deeper and deeper into my bowels until I feel like they're up to my belly. With grunts and groans of pleasure, the two man cannons blast almost simultaneously into the pitch black of my guts. The recoil send a hot wave of jism out of my cock onto Steve's hairy, sweating belly. "Uh, uh, uh," I groan. "I'm cumming!!!! Hot shit! Man, here's my fuckwad!!!"

I'm not sure which of the big guns has been left up my ass, but I feel it softening in the oozing, juicy confines of my butt.

"Let's get cleaned up," I suggest after a few moments when the only sound is our heavy breathing.

Testosterone Trio Part III: A Really Hot Tub

A fantasy

By Billy Jay Dee

Greetings! My name is Jake and I'm a retired publisher. No, not of pornography, but of legitimate literature. I now live in a small town in West Virginia and happily pursue many interests, not the least of which is sex, particularly with a good friend of mine who lives in a secluded country cabin.

Steve and I have known each other for years, but it was only within the past few years that we discovered each other sexually. Both of us were married for many years. He's divorced and I'm a widower now.

I've also developed an interest in the Internet and its many resources. Again, sex is not the least of them. I met Bill, a sexy married bisexual, online about a year ago. He lives in Oregon. We exchanged pleasant e-mails after he read a bisexual erotic story I wrote for an on-line publication. By a wonderful stroke of luck he had an assignment to attend a forest fire training school right here in West Virginia. We first got together at Steve's cabin for a hot session of uninhibited sexual fun, a mind-blowing experience.

I then invited the two of them to join me at my home for another round the next day.

After a nice barbecue dinner from the grill, I suggested that we all go out to my hot tub for a little relaxation and refreshment. A few tequilas and Dos Equis with lime and we'd be in the mood for some more weekend entertainment. Once we were all three naked -- Steve, a hairy and muscular stud with a nice long piece of meat and a set of low hangers he was proud to display; Bill, smooth and handsome with a beautifully shaped normal-sized dick, and me, still firm at middle age with a slight paunch and, I admit with little modesty, an impressive package -- we slipped into the hot water, ready for action.

Almost immediately, I slid my hand under the bubbling water and stuck a finger up Bill's moist asshole while I fed him my tongue. Steve worked on sucking and pinching Bill's tits until they stood out like little pencil erasers.

I didn't neglect Bill's hardening prick while I slid another finger up his tight butt, alternately stroking the shaft of his cock and tickling lightly against his balls and perineum with my other hand.

Then after a conspiratorial wink and nod, Steve and I lifted Bill out of the water, carried him up to the deck and began to towlel him down. By now, our fat cocks were as stiff as they could get -- my seven-and-a-half incher sticking straight out and Steve's thicker eight inches perked up at a 45-degree angle. I lay down on one of the towels while Steve guided Bill's hot ass to my hungry mouth.

While I rimmed him, Bill sucked hungrily on Steve's thick dark prick, which oozed precum like a motherfucker. When Bill lifted his ass from my slobbering mouth, I could look up and see Steve's hairy leathery balls slapping against Bill's chin.

Bill continued hanging on to Steve's prick with his suctioning mouth as the two of us guided his ass down to my thick precum drizzling manfucker. Bill eased his hot ass down over my throbbing pecker and I watched it disappear, inch by slow inch, up his twitching butthole. "Ah, oooh, yeah, Bill, ride that fucker," I encouraged him. "Take it all. Oh, God, your ass is so hot. Mmmm. Faster, baby, ride that thing."

His only response was "MMmmmffff," because by this time Steve was jamming his stiff prick halfway down Bill's throat.

Bill had two fingers up Steve's butt, seeking out his hot button while he jacked himself off and speeded up his ass movements on my pistoning peter.

"Oh, shit, oh, I'm cummmmingg," Steve groaned as he spurted a hot load of jizm into Bill's mouth, sliding his cock out quickly so some of his juice flowed down across the younger man's chin and onto his chest.

Steve flipped his spasming prick across Bill's mouth and lips. Bill suddenly grunted: "Uhhh, here it cums, boys, ahhhh, oooooh, fuck, yeahhhhhh!!!!!" Bill's cumload shot up and hit squarely where his fingers were pumping Steve's hot hairy butthole.

The orgasmic spasms in Bill's sphincter and prostate throbbed against the swollen head of my ass-invading prick. It swelled up even larger and I spooged like Old Faithful.

"EEEeeeeyahhhh!" I screamed. "Yeah, Bill, take my cum. It's yours. Oh, man, oh, man!"

I was stunned at the way Bill churned his ass on my still-stiff pecker. I felt my hot cum flowing out in gobs onto my pubic hair. Steve and I, breathing heavily and fully satisfied, pulled ourselves free to lie beside Bill, taking turns kissing him and tonguing remaining bits of Steve's spicy load from his mouth.

I look into Bill's gorgeous blue eyes. "What next?" I grinned.