The Three Of Us

Steve and I were going out Saturday night. It had been Steve's idea, he said he hadn't been out for as long as he could remember. He'd got the meth, it's how it all started, actually. Some guy at work took him aside.

"You go out much?"

"Oh sometimes, not so much..."

"You know, dancing."

"Yeah." Steve was confused.

"Partying? with your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Do you..." The colleague looked around to make sure there was nobody who could hear. "You know... take... stuff?"

"Huh? Oh? Um? Er? yeah, sure. Occasionally."

"I could get you some."

Steve said no, thanks but no thanks, initially. But then he went back to the colleague and said he would have some. The colleague is trying to pay his house off. Too big a mortgage when the interest rates were low. He and his wife drew down on their loan to party hard. Now things are tight.

Steve looked hot. Black hair, brown eyes, square jaw, flawless skin, his healthy glow, his sexy legs, arse and arms and that whimsical smile.

He surprised me with how many points he'd bought. I had my pipe out in no time, puffing away.

We were just about to leave, when the doorbell rang.

"Ignore it," I said.

"No, don't be stupid, answer it."

“Why because it might be something urgent we have to attend to?”

“Very funny.”

Standing there in the night time light was Tommy in jeans and t-shirt, looking his adorable eslf. He really is just a great big pup still.

"Whatcha doing?" he asked.

"Going out."

"Really?" His eyes widened, his big Italian lips broke into a smile, light stubble on olive skin.

"Do you want to come?" said Steve's voice unexpectedly over my right shoulder. I didn't realise he was behind me.

"Yeah, sure," said Tommy.

We took him inside to the lounge. His eyes widened when he saw the glass pipe and the drug paraphernalia.

“Oh, have I intruded on something?”

“No, we are going out,” said Steve. “And you are coming too.”

“We’ve taken some drugs…”

“What kind of drugs?” Tommy asked instantly.

“Some crystal meth,” I said. “Do you want some.”

“Do I want drugs?” Tommy asked almost incredulously.

“Yeah, we’ve done some, and you can too, if you want to.”

“Just if you want to,” said Steve.

“It’s up to you,” I said. “Have you ever done speed?”

“I’ve never done any drugs.”

I could feel mine kicking in already and I was getting a bit antsy. I wondered if I was objective enough to be advising anybody to take drugs. “They’ll just make you…” I looked at Steve. “He’s never done drugs…”

“It doesn’t mean I don’t want to,” said Tommy.

“He wants to,” said Steve.

“I wouldn’t let you do anything I think would hurt you,” I said to Tommy. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Sure, I trust you,” said Tommy.

“We’ll look after you,” said Steve.

“We’ll look after you,” I said. Of course, we’d look after him, it would be like he had two body guards. “You’ll like it, gay boys like it.”

“Why do gay guys like it?”

“It keeps them awake to dance the night away,” I said. “Then it makes them horny to fuck in the morning...”

“When they get home,” said Steve.

Tommy was grinning, he had big eyes, he was clearly keen.

“What do you say?”

“Sure,” said Tommy.

“There are a couple of things first.”

“What?” said Tommy.

“Well, it’s just for fun.”

“Okay.”

“It’s just to have a good time on.”

“Okay,” said Tommy.

“It’s addictive and lots of people have trouble with it.”

“So, why are you taking it?”

“Because it makes you feel good and, as I said, it is fun,” I said. “But its drugs and you should always try to take the least amount, to have the maximum fun.”

“Okay,” said Tommy.

“There is a come done, and you can feel crap when you do come down.”

“Okay,” said Tommy.

“You have to keep up your day job…”

“What?” said Tommy. “I don’t have a job.”

“You can’t let it affect the rest of your life in a bad way.”

“Okay.”

“You still have to get up on Monday and go to uni…”

“I don’t go to uni until Tuesday.”

“You have to get up and live your normal life,” I said. “You have to go to uni on Tuesday, and you have to do everything you would normally do.”

“Oh, come on,” said Steve.

“No, I think it is important. This is just for tonight, and when tonight is over, you have to go back to reality.”

“Okay,” said Tommy. He smiled his cheeky smile. “Lecture over?”

“Lecture over,” I said. “And if you tell your mum I gave you this…”

“I won’t,” said Tommy. “She won’t coming looking for you next week.

“Okay, you have to smoke it,” I said. “Let’s get to it, the night isn’t getting any younger.”

“Is that it?”

“Yep, it is crystals, hence the name.”

“We’ll put some in a pipe for you,” said Steve.

“A glass pipe,” said Tommy. “Cool.”

“Here, put it in your mouth,” I said. “Don’t suck until I tell you too.”

“I only ever suck when you tell me too.”

“This is serious, stop messing around.”

“Okay… dad.”

“When the smoke starts to rise… and don’t call me dad.”

“When the smoke…”

“See, it is just starting,” I said. “Suck gently, at first, otherwise you might get hot crystals in your mouth.”

“Okay,” Tommy said. “That is now a lot of smoke…”

“Stop talking, get ready, okay, now.”

Tommy sucked with his big red lips. “Oo.” Smoke leaked from his mouth. 

“Keep sucking, good boy, good boy, you’ve got it.”

“You are a natural,” said Steve.

“Hardly something to be,” I grimaced. “Proud of.”

Tommy made a questioning Scooby Do noise.

“You can be proud,” I said.

Tommy blew out a huge cloud of white vapour. “It doesn’t taste good.”

“There’s probably 100 different toxins in that,” said Steve.

“What?” said Tommy.

“Thanks to our 20^th century drug laws,” I said. “Who knows what’s in there.”

“Don’t say that,” said Tommy.

“Legalise drugs and save our kids,” I said.

We’d smoked a shit load of meth, by the time we left. Tommy was keen from the get go, he didn’t flinch, not for a second. It was wet outside, it had been raining. The night shone. We caught a taxi, Tommy sat in the middle. He took our hands in his, one each side.

The music was thumping, it was after midnight.

It was really cool watching him, big eyes, loving every minute of the feeling; whirling, rushing, smiling that dopey drugged out smile. We danced together all night.

We were sleazy dirty when we got home. Dirty little methed out hos. No doubt. Tommy headed back to his place.

Steve and I had been eating each other. I pushed him back on the couch and just gazed at my handsome boyfriend. Smart, funny, adorable, with a beautiful cock. He has a beautiful cock. I want to suck it. I went for his jeans button, plip. I pulled the front of his jeans down and rubbed his bulge. He was half hard inside his jocks. I love that feeling, staring into my babies eyes when I've got his genitals in my hand. I love the way he gazes at me, as he goes hard. I pulled the front of his jocks down and took his cock in my mouth. I chewed on the end of his foreskin for the milliseconds it too for his cock to inflate. 

“Oh yeah, baby, that feels…” Steve’s eyes were rolling back into his head.

His knob slides out of his foreskin and into my mouth. Nothing ever tasted so good. I sucked him hard, he moaned. 

I picked him up and carried him to the bedroom, where I laid him out on his back.

"I want you naked."

I pulled his t-shirt over his chest and his head, I pulled his jeans down with my other hand. Not an ounce of fat on him; sculptured abs; succulent pecs; the legs of a thoroughbred.

"You are the sexiest man alive." He pulled my t-shit off. We kissed. I pulled my jeans off. We kissed. I leaned down and licked his stomach, the tight, taught skin. He's got pubes again – he used to shave completely, it took me forever to convince him to stop. I licked my tongue through the course hair, to the base of his fat cock. I slid my mouth around the shaft to the head and took his hard cock in my mouth. He moaned, as I deepthroated him.

"Roll over." Round, firm, muscular. I ran my nose up his arse crack. I love the smell of his arse crack. I can't help but lick it, eat it, slide my tongue inside his ring, feel it open up as I exert pressure. I slide my tongue into him. He moaned again.

Steve got up to go take a leak. He pulled on a pair of track pants, from the floor, I said that they were Tommy's.

Steve came back with his hand down his pants and his hard cock in his hand. As he slid it into my mouth he said, Let's call up Tommy, get him over here, it's about time.

"Okay," I said. “Tommy and Steve? Okay. Wow! Tommy and Steve! Yes, okay, sure, absolutely.” How hot would that be, sitting back and watching the two of them fuck for the first time. 

“Don’t cum in your pants, just yet, tiger.”

“Yes, sir!”

I wanted to get Tommy shitfaced so he'd let me bareback him. I could if Steve was there. Steve and I are negative and Tommy still hasn't had sex with another man. Do I think the three of us could get away with fucking raw in a drugged out fury? I guess. Maybe? Oh, I don't mean as far as disease, I'm sure that is covered. No, you know, braking the cardinal rule of gay boys, which I have, nearly, always adhered to. We should be setting a good example for Tommy. Could we start at that level? Should we start at that level? What message does that give to Tommy who is just starting out?

The problem here, of course, is that I'm the wrong side of 12 hours of meth.

I called Tommy, he was awake, lying on his bed. "What's up?"

"Do you wanna be?" That just came out, I cringed.

"What?" Tommy sounded confused.

"Steve and I want you to come over here." That's pretty direct, isn't it? He's not going to think I mean for Will & Grace.

Silence.

"We've got more meth for you." What did I sound like? I hoped I hadn't misjudged the state I was in and that I now didn't realise that I was doing something wildly inappropriate. You can do that on drugs, it's not that hard.

Silence.

Okay, now it’s time for a direct hit. "We both want to pull your pants down."

Silence.

Shit. Say something. I've freaked him out. Oh well, I'm too far into this just to fade away. "Wear your track pants like you do in the mornings with me."

Silence.

"I'd need to roll a couple of joints first," said Tommy, croakily.

"I'll pack the pipe for you."

"I'll... I'll... I'll be over soon."

After an inordinate amount of time, when we'd decided that he wasn't coming, we heard the back door open and close. Tommy came in baseball cap on backwards, hoodie, track suit pants. He'd clearly had a few joints, judging by his bleary eyes. 

I held the pipe to his lips, Steve melted the crystals with the lighter. Red glow, swirling air. Tommy sucked continuously as we encouraged. To the limits of his lungs. Stop sucking. Hold. Hold. Hold. Exhale. I find his lips and suck in the exhaust. Hold. Hold. HOld. Exhale. The air is filled with acrid smoke. Red glow, swirling air, suck, suck, suck... Exhale into Steve's lips, mouth, lungs, no hesitation. They kiss for the first time.

I get hard. I want to see them fuck.

Tommy pulls back and looks at both of us.

He's kneeling on the bed. We're covered to the waist by the sheet. He gazes at us, big brown eyes. He is nervous. He closes his eyes. His head is spinning, I can see that much.

I think... we know Tommy is negative. We know we always practice safe sex and that we are negative. There really is no risk here? That's what I think, as I run my hand up Tommy's leg, towards his half-hard cock, already stiffening.

He pulls a cigarette packet from his pocket. I pull my hand away. He produces a joint and lights it.

“So... how are you guys?” he asks.

“Great.”

“Fine.”

“I’m really out of it,” he says.

“That’s probably good.” 

He smiles his sexy smile at me, one eye closed.

Steve raises his hand up and gently cups Tommy's crotch through his tracksuit pants. Steve slides his hand around Tommy's expanding bulge. Tommy pushes his hardon into Steve's hand. Steve's thumb is pushing along the hardening ridge of Tommy's shaft.

"That feels good," says Tommy. He smiles. He leans forward and takes the back of Steve's head with his right palm and kisses Steve's wet lips with his.

Steve pulls down Tommy’s pants, they seem to magically disappear. Then there are Tommy’s thick, hairy soccer legs straddling naked Steve covered in a sheet up to his waist. Steve’s hands slide around Tommy’s striped-jocks covered muscular arse, Steve gazing at Tommy’s bulging jocks, Tommy looking down at Steve gazing at his impressive package.

Tommy tousles Steve’s hair.

I rub my hand up Tommy’s furry stomach and chest, as Steve reaches for the elastic of Tommy’s now straining jocks. Tommy’s thick, red, hard cock rolls into view.

I pull Tommy’s jocks down from the back, gazing at Tommy’s hot arse, as Steve leans forward and takes Tommy’s big fat knob in his mouth.

Steve sucks Tommy’s massive dick up and down from his throbbing knob. Tommy moans and plays with Steve’s hair with both hands.

Tommy lifts the sheet, Steve’s cock is fat and hard, Tommy slides in face down ontop of Steve. Their cocks are rubbing up against each other, as Steve takes Tommy in his arms and they kiss wet and sloppy.

My two boys, I think. It so turns me on. I've wanted the two of them to do exactly this for the longest time.

The three of us kiss.

We talk. We laugh. 

We kiss threeway, tongues and mouths wet and exploring.

Our three cocks rub together.

We lube each other up and pull each other’s dicks.

We are wet and slippery with sweat.

We hug, we touch, we feel, we explore.

It’s romantic. It’s tender. Skin on skin. Sucking, licking, stroking, every part of one another we allow ourselves.

We cum together in a three way jerk off, huffing, puffing, sweating, moaning, grabbing, touching, squirting oceans of cum all over each other and one another.

We collapse in a pool of cum and sweat, wet sheets, sticky skin, slick foreheads, wet hair, panting, moaning, gasping for breath.