My Father-in-Law and His Boyfriend Invited Me to a Threesome

My name is Iker, and I grew up in Valencia. I was never one of those people who needed a label stuck on them: for years I only dated girls, until, in my early twenties, I realized that I liked men too. Especially one particular kind of man: mature men, the ones who already know what they want and don't waste time. The thrill of the forbidden turns me on, along with confidence, gray hair, and the voice of someone who's fucked a lot. That's what I live for.

I met Camila through a group of friends that kept growing every week. She had recently arrived from Bogotá to study, was twenty-four years old, had green eyes, and a way of looking at me sideways that stayed etched in my mind. At first she barely spoke. I approached her, made her laugh, and walked her home a couple of times. Within a month, we were dating.

Camila was quiet and sweet, and took things slowly. We weren't in any hurry to get into bed, and I was fine with that. Meanwhile, my mind was elsewhere, although I still hadn't admitted it to myself.

One night, after a couple of beers, she told me about her family. Her parents had separated years earlier, when her father had gathered the three of them around the table and told them he was gay. Her sister and she had come to Valencia with him, along with Andrés, her father's partner of nearly a decade. Camila told the story without any drama, with a gentle smile. She was proud of her father.

—You'll meet them soon —she told me—. You'll like them.

I nodded, while inside me a movie began playing that never should have started.

Because the truth was, I'd been fantasizing for weeks about the father-in-law I hadn't even met yet. Camila had shown me a few pictures: a tall, dark-haired man with a very well-groomed short beard and that air of a guy who took care of himself. Andrés, according to her, was broader and quieter, an architect. In my head, the two of them already had me pressed against a wall. I jerked off thinking about it.

I met Rafael, my father-in-law, a month later. He opened the door wearing a white shirt hanging outside his trousers, barefoot. He held out his hand, looked me in the eyes, and held my gaze for a second too long. Andrés appeared behind him wearing an apron, greeting me with two kisses that lingered on my cheek. The four of us had dinner. I talked to Camila, but my radar was focused on them: on the way they passed things beneath the table, on how Rafael refilled my glass whenever it was empty, on how Andrés laughed with a mouth that made me want to bite it.

In the end, Camila fell asleep on the sofa, and I stayed a while longer with them, drinking gin and tonics beside the fireplace. The conversation gradually turned to relationships, open arrangements, and curiosities. After my third gin, I casually announced that I was bisexual, that I'd been with guys a few times and enjoyed it. Rafael smiled at me calmly.

—You can tell you know what you want —he said.

Andrés looked at me and said nothing. The two of them kept staring at me, their glasses halfway to their mouths. I took a deep breath, smiled, and changed the subject. There was still a line that nobody was going to cross that night.

But the line had already been drawn.

***

Three weeks later, Saturday arrived. Camila had gone with her sister to a seaside town for the weekend. I was alone at home, sprawled on the sofa, already halfway through my second glass of whiskey, with a heat rising inside me. Alcohol always makes me horny, and that night I had no one to take it out on.

I picked up my phone and wrote to the little group chat the three of us shared. An innocent “Hey, how's your night going?” Andrés replied immediately. They were at home, with the fireplace lit, having a drink. And then he added, laughing: “We're bored, looking on Grindr to see if we can find someone to play with.”

My hand went cold around the phone. I let out a nervous laugh at the screen and replied quickly, before I could think about it:

—You could invite me, then. I'm here drinking alone.

A few seconds passed, feeling like an eternity. Then the phone vibrated.

—Rafael says you should come over.

I got dressed in three minutes. I took the car and drove slowly, my heart pounding against my ribs. It was that strange anxiety just before going to bed with someone new, when the body already knows what it's going to do and the mind is still trying to convince itself otherwise. I parked outside and took the elevator up, staring at myself in the mirror. I was hard before I even rang the bell.

Andrés opened the door wearing pajama shorts and a white T-shirt. He looked me up and down without bothering to hide it.

—Come in, handsome —he said, kissing the corner of my mouth and leaving my lips tingling.

Rafael was in the living room, in his usual armchair, holding a glass and wearing that calm smile of a guy who knew exactly what he was doing. I sat in front of the fireplace, on a pouf, and Andrés poured me a gin. We talked for five minutes about things that didn't really matter. We all knew why I'd come. Every word was an excuse to delay the moment when someone would have to make the first move.

It was Andrés. He complained about the heat, stood up, and simply took off his pants. He was left in tight white briefs, his cock already showing hard through the fabric. He went back to the sofa as if nothing had happened, glass in hand.

I looked at Rafael. Rafael looked at me. And I let myself slide off the pouf onto the floor.

I crawled on my knees over to Andrés and put my hand on his crotch, over his briefs. His cock jumped beneath the fabric. I looked up with a smile.

—And what's this? —I said.

—You can take it out yourself if you want —he replied hoarsely.

I pulled his briefs down to his thighs and freed a thick cock, foreskin pulled back, the tip already glistening. Before putting it in my mouth, I turned toward Rafael.

—Can I? —I asked him.

Rafael came closer, crouched beside me, and kissed me with tongue, slowly, pressing a hand against the back of my neck. It was the kiss of a man who had spent a long time kissing. When he let me go, my tongue was hot and my hands were trembling. I turned back to Andrés and swallowed his cock whole, until it lodged in my throat and made me cough. I pulled it out, breathed, and put it back in.

I sucked him slowly, teasing him with my tongue. I licked every inch of him, his balls, wetting them thoroughly, putting them in my mouth one by one. Andrés rested his head against the back of the sofa and breathed as if it hurt. Beside me, Rafael was unbuttoning his pants.

He lowered them himself and pulled out a cock longer and thinner than Andrés's, very straight, very hard. It was level with my face. I gripped it with my other hand and began alternating: two sucks on Andrés, three on Rafael, a lick of one man's balls, a sweep across the other man's glans. I was coming inside without touching myself.

I brought them together. I stood them both in front of me and put both cocks in my mouth at once. They fit tightly. I moved from one to the other, pressed them together, licked along their sides, kissed their tips. I'd never had two cocks in my mouth at once, and I felt as if I'd been given something I'd spent years asking for without ever saying so.

Rafael lifted me off the floor by my armpits.

—On the rug —he said.

The three of us undressed in front of the fireplace. The rug was thick, and the fire warmed one side of us. Rafael lay on his back, and I got on top of him, sixty-nining, so I could suck him while he ate my cock. Andrés knelt beside us and opened my ass with his hands so he could put his tongue inside me. I closed my eyes and moaned against Rafael's cock. Having one mouth on my ass and another on my cock at the same time was driving me crazy.

Andrés spat on my hole and began playing with a finger. I had little experience from behind, and I told him so with my mouth full. Rafael laughed beneath me.

—Easy, handsome. We'll go slowly.

Andrés slid one finger all the way inside me, very slowly. Then two. He opened me patiently, spitting, moving in and out. I kept sucking Rafael as best I could, unable to concentrate, giving him drool and moans against his balls. When he thought I was ready, he positioned himself behind me, put on a condom, and rested the tip of his cock against me. He pushed, and it burned. He stopped. He pushed again, and it hurt more. I told him no, that it wasn't working like that.

—Okay, darling, no problem —he said, and pulled away.

We changed positions. Rafael sat on the edge of the sofa with his cock pointing toward the ceiling, and I knelt between his legs to keep sucking him. Andrés got behind me, lying down this time, and ate my ass until he left it soaking wet. With his tongue buried to the root and his hands on my waist, I began moving my ass against his face as if I were fucking him.

Rafael grabbed my hair and set the pace in my mouth. I felt his thighs tense. He pushed the back of my head down.

—I'm coming —he warned me hoarsely.

I didn't take him out of my mouth. He came with his cock inside, and I felt the first jet strike the roof of my mouth. I pulled him out in time for the second, which landed on my cheek, and the third, which smeared my lips. I cleaned every last drop with my tongue, sucking his cock while I kept swallowing. He collapsed against the backrest, exhausted, his hand still in my hair. He caressed my cheek, smearing me with his own cum, and smiled.

—I'm going to bed —he said after a while, half joking and half serious—. You two carry on; you're only getting started.

He kissed me on the mouth, with no disgust at his own cum, and walked naked down the hall, his cock still only half soft. Andrés and I were left alone in the living room. Me, with my face smeared and still hard. Him, looking at me as if I were dinner.

—Come on —he said—. To the room next door.

***

We went to the guest bedroom. I lay on my back in the center of the bed and asked him to try it that way, since I could take it better in that position. Andrés put on another condom, lifted my legs, and placed my ankles over his shoulders. He spat on me again, coated his cock, and pushed slowly.

This time it went in. At first I tensed, but he stopped, waited, and continued entering little by little. When I had him all the way inside me, I took a deep breath and relaxed. He looked me in the eyes and smiled.

—There you go, darling. Now you tell me.

He began moving gently. I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down on top of me. I liked feeling his big, broad body over mine, pressing me into the mattress. He fucked me slowly, with long thrusts, kissing my mouth and neck, biting my ear. I felt the sweat on his back when I ran my hands over it. He moved like someone who knew how to fuck without rushing.

After a while, he asked me to get on top.

—Ride me, handsome. I want to watch you.

I climbed on top of him. I lowered myself slowly, feeling his cock make its way inside me again, and when I had it all the way in, I put my hands on his chest for support. I began moving up and down. Slowly at first, then faster, letting my whole weight drop. Andrés gripped my hips and guided the rhythm. He looked up at me with his mouth open.

My cock was hard against my own stomach, moving by itself with every bounce. I'd never enjoyed being fucked so much. Each downward stroke touched a place inside me I hadn't known existed. I began moaning uncontrollably, spewing filthy things I didn't even understand myself. And then, without having touched my cock once, a jet of cum shot out and splashed Andrés from his chest to his neck.

I came just from his cock inside me, riding him. It was the longest, strongest orgasm of my life. I felt it travel from my neck all the way down to the soles of my feet, and I was left breathless on top of him, gripping his chest with both hands.

Before the trembling passed, Andrés laid me on my back again, pulled his cock out with the condom still on, yanked it off, and finished coming by hand on top of me. I looked at his face with my eyes: I wanted to swallow it. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and he came, aiming between my lips. It all landed inside. I'd never before been able to swallow an entire load, but that night I let nothing escape. I licked off every last drop with the tip of my tongue and swallowed it down.

He collapsed beside me, panting. He draped an arm over me. I stared at the ceiling, with my father-in-law's cum still dried on my face and the boyfriend's still lingering in my mouth, and thought that I'd crossed a line I wouldn't know how to uncross.

And I thought, without saying it out loud, that I couldn't wait to do it again.