Seamus and the Professor

Nashville—January, 2020

The Professor wrote me.  He was excited to tell me he had been talking to Seamus O’Reilly to set up a meeting.  Another meeting, actually.  The Professor had flip fucked with the gorgeous ginger lad a couple of times.  And now the Professor thought he would like to include me—would I consider coming south?

How could I say no?  I went as far as Indy the day before.  I stayed at the bathhouse with limited evening traffic.  There were two other men there.  We had the shortest oral threeway possible as the Asian gentleman had no stamina and gave me a load in my mouth in moments—and the Caucasian, who had been sucking me, had a boyfriend waiting for him at home.  I slept fitfully, thinking about the next day.

I drove into the Professor’s driveway a shade early—but he was ready for me.  We moved his bed so I could set up the sling next to it.  The rimseat was set up at the foot of the bed.  We even had time for a nap before Seamus arrived, right on time, at eight o’clock.

He looks just like his pictures.  That pale skin.  The ginger hair.  The gorgeous, intricate tats.  And he’s funny.  I like him instantly.  We don’t waste time.  We strip down to jocks.  I keep my boots on, of course.  Seamus is a good deal shorter than I am, but his cock is every bit as big.  He is hard and ready the moments his t-shirt hits the floor.

The three of us face each other.  We kiss—first one and then another.  Seamus is on his knees first.  He works on the Professor.  I slap the back of his neck with my hard, drooling cock.  Soon enough his mouth is on me.  He takes me deep and leaves me gasping as he goes back to the Professor’s throbbing dick.

We each take a turn on our knees.  Swapping dicks and spit.  When the Professor is sucking Seamus, I get behind the young man and stick my tongue in his ass crack.  I am rewarded with a groan as he leans on the Professor’s shoulders and lets me eat him out.

We move to the bed.  The Professor is ready to get fucked.  I eat his hole now as Seamus feeds him dick.  I get him good and wet.  I slide in slowly.  I don’t have to let him adjust for long.  He loves a big cock—and he has a matched pair tonight.  I fuck him hard, giving his ass cheeks an occasional smack.

Seamus comes around to watch and stroke.  I tell him to take a turn.  I pull out and he bends to taste my cock.  I smirk at him and promise to do the same to him.  He fucks the Professor hard and long.  I kneel and watch that beautiful dick split the Professor in two.  Then I move around and lick Seamus’ ass on the backstroke.  It’s hard to capture the moving target—so I stand up and poke my big head into his ass.  We train for a moment—with Seamus doing all the movement—into the Professor and back onto me.

*****

We move to the sling.  The Professor is shared by the two us first.  Back and forth.  We show off a little for each other as we fuck.  The Professor’s eyes are glued to the mirror above him—watching those huge cocks take turns on him.

But then the Professor wants to watch me fuck Seamus.  He sits on the bed as I get Seamus into the sling.  Now I can really feast on his hole.  I get it sopping wet for my cock.  I rear up and fuck him hard.

The Professor comes closer. to watch me railing him.  He takes a turn, too.  And he shoots in him.  He sighs, sits for a moment while I fuck his load deeper into Seamus.  The Professor may have shot, but his hole is still hungry.  We do another round of taking turns on him on the bed.

“Let’s do the rimseat.” 

I lie down.  I suggest Seamus bounce on my cock while I eat out the Professor’s juicy fuck hole.  It is a sweet moment.  I can only feel Seamus, as my world is blacked out by the luscious, thoroughly fucked ass on the Professor above me.  I work my tongue into him, thinking about the loads he will soon be taking.  Seamus pauses for a moment.  [The Professor tells me later, that Seamus kisses him in ‘one of the most passionate, salacious kisses’ he’s ever gotten.]

The Professor finally gets up.  Seamus, reading me easily, knows I want to taste his freshly fucked ass.  He sits down and I crane up into another delicious hole.  His hole is now dripping with ass jizz.  I can’t get enough…

*****

There is a brief water break.

I mention I would love the guys side by side.  I want to go back and forth between their holes.  They are enthusiastic.  They get on the edge of the bed, both on all fours.  I think they may be kissing as I rim first one and then the other.  I stand up and fuck the Professor first.  My left hand fingers play around Seamus’ hole. 

I switch.  My cock goes into Seamus, fingers of my right into the Professor.  Back and forth I go.  At first it’s a minute or so in each.  But I build the speed until it is just a few strokes in one before I switch to the next hot butt.  It’s glorious.  And makes me pant. 

“Damn,” sighs, the Professor, as I pull out of him and catch my breath.  “It’s like we were competing for your load…”

It’s getting late—so we work on getting our loads into the Professor.  Seamus goes first.  The Professor is just where I left him.  But soon he has inched forward and Seamus moves right with him so he is kneeling up on the bed.  The Professor now flattens—and that’s it.  Seamus fucks at a blinding speed and gives up his load.

He lets his cock marinate for a long time in the Professor.  He lets me clean it when he finally rolls off him.  I move in and taste the load he’s left behind, too.

I get the Professor back on his knees and fuck into him.  His hole is so hot.  Literally.  I fuck, and lick, fuck and lick and am soon ready.  I blast into him—my load mixing with Seamus’ even bigger one.