My Two Coworkers Fucked Me While I Watched the Final

Like I told you in my previous confession, the tension between Mateo and Sergio at the office had softened. They weren’t friends, but the air no longer crackled when they ended up in the conference room together. I was still splitting myself between the two of them without the other knowing, or so I thought.

On Saturday, the Champions League final between Manchester City and Inter was being played, and Sergio invited Mateo and me over to his apartment to watch it. The invitation surprised me. I glanced sideways at Mateo and he accepted without thinking, almost eagerly.

I figured it made sense: they were the only two in the office who followed European football with devotion. I barely watched one match a year, but a final was a final.

That afternoon I let my wife know I’d be watching the game with people from work. I showered, put on athletic shorts and a plain T-shirt, grabbed two bags of chips and some beers, and drove to Sergio’s place.

Mateo was already there when I arrived. They were drinking beer on the sofa. Sergio had snacks laid out on the coffee table. I set mine down beside them and sat between the two of them, facing the screen.

The first half ended nil-nil. They yelled at every miss, every corner, every shot that went wide. I drank without much enthusiasm, trying to follow the match. I felt slightly dizzy from the beer and stood up when the halftime whistle blew.

Mateo took the chance to go to the bathroom. Sergio caught up with me in the kitchen and pressed me against the counter from behind. I felt his bulge pressing between my ass cheeks through my shorts. His voice, low and rough, made the hair rise on my neck.

“I’m horny, little faggot. When the match is over, I’m going to fuck you.”

He turned me around, kissed me on the lips, and pressed my hand against his crotch. Even without being hard, it felt thick and long. When Mateo came out of the bathroom, Sergio stepped away like nothing had happened and left me with my legs shaking.

The second half started. Manchester City scored in the sixty-second minute, and the two of them jumped off the sofa shouting. The match closed out without any real scares. When the referee blew the final whistle, they both jumped again, hugged each other laughing, and Sergio turned toward me.

He hugged me too, but his hug wasn’t that of a coworker. One hand sank between my ass cheeks and his fingers searched for my slit over the fabric. I jolted and looked at Mateo, expecting the worst: a fight, an awkward exit, a disaster. But Mateo was smiling.

“Relax, little faggot,” he said, coming closer. “I know Sergio’s been fucking you this whole time. I’m not stupid. Tonight we agreed to share you. You’re going to have two men all to yourself.”

Sergio whispered in my ear without letting go of me:

“Yeah, baby. Tonight we’re both fucking you.”

They had planned everything. I was going to be both their slut that night, and the idea lit me up like a match. Sergio pulled my shorts down right there in the living room and left my ass bare. He lifted my shirt and leaned in to lick my chest. He found my nipples, bit them, and a moan slipped out of me unbidden.

Mateo took up position behind me. I felt his bulge against my ass through my shorts and his mouth moving along my neck. I closed my eyes. Being in between the two of them was one of those fantasies you tell yourself in the shower and never expect to see come true.

Sergio took my hand and led me to his bedroom. Mateo followed, never stopping kneading my ass with every step.

Sergio sat on the bed, his back against the headboard and his legs spread. His voice went back to the tone he always used with me, that commanding tone that melted me.

“What are you waiting for, slut? Kneel down and suck me.”

I knelt between his legs on all fours. His cock, thick and dark, was at my mouth level. I was about to open it when he corrected me.

“Not like that. Like a bitch. Spread your legs wider, arch your back, lower your head. Nice and bent over.”

I obeyed. As I arched, my ass cheeks spread on their own and my little hole was left exposed to the air. My nose brushed his balls and the smell of man flooded my head. Sergio liked humiliating me and I liked that he did, but it had always been in private. Having Mateo see it made me uneasy. What I didn’t understand at that moment was that the position wasn’t just to humiliate me: he was putting me at Mateo’s disposal too.

Sergio grabbed his cock and slapped me hard across the face with it.

“Come on, open up. Suck.”

I wrapped my lips around the head and started sucking him slowly. The taste of man flooded my tongue. I was doing that when I felt a cold stream fall right between my ass cheeks and a finger press at my opening. Mateo’s finger, slick with lube, slid in without effort and started circling.

I wanted to moan but my mouth was full. I barely managed to let out a muffled breath. A second finger joined in and I jerked. Mateo knew what he was doing. His fingers went in and out setting the rhythm, stretching me open, until he scissored them apart and poured more lube straight inside.

Then he lubed up his cock and started running it along my slit, up and down. When the head touched my entrance, he pressed without pushing in. He pulled back. Came again. I was dying. I started humping backward like a bitch in heat, hunting for it, never stopping sucking Sergio. Sergio laughed.

“Look at that. The little slut wants cock. Ask for it properly, baby. Ask Mateo to tear you open.”

I pulled Sergio’s cock out of my mouth, without pride, and begged:

“Put it in me, please. Open me up. Fuck me now.”

Mateo laughed.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

He placed the tip against my asshole and started pushing in little by little, without pausing. I felt my sphincter opening until it swallowed the head. He stayed still for a second. I let out a moan that Sergio cut off by shoving his cock back into my throat.

I had both holes full at the same time. Mateo kept pushing slowly until his pubic hair tickled my ass cheeks. Sergio grabbed my head and started moving it himself, setting the rhythm.

“There you go, baby,” Mateo said. “You’ve got it all inside you.”

Sergio didn’t miss the opportunity.

“Enjoy it, slut. Your man treats you nice. I’m not going to be that gentle when it’s my turn. I’m going to leave you wide open.”

“Sluts have to be fucked like this,” Mateo answered. “Slow. So they come back.”

“I don’t know how to do slow. But they come back too.”

Mateo started thrusting with calm control. Every time he went in to the hilt, Sergio took the chance to shove his cock down my throat. They synced up without speaking, as if they’d rehearsed it. Mateo began to speed up. My ass cheeks slapped against his pelvis. His balls bounced against my entrance. I tried to moan and only managed muffled sounds with Sergio’s cock brushing my palate.

Mateo sped up until his breathing changed. I knew him: he was about to finish.

“Here it comes, baby. I’m filling you up. Going to leave you nice and knocked up.”

I felt him swell inside me and start to unleash hot, deep spurts. He drove in one last stroke and collapsed over my back, panting. I thought Sergio would finish in my mouth, but no. He straightened up.

“Bastard,” he told Mateo. “You came inside. Now it’s my turn to fuck her with your cum in her.”

“You wanted her well lubricated. I left her ready.”

“Son of a bitch,” Sergio laughed. “Well. An ass is an ass. And Damián’s is one of the best.”

Mateo pulled his cock out of my ass and settled in front of my face. He took himself in hand and laid his cock against my lips.

“Clean me up, baby. All of it. We’re not done yet.”

I opened my mouth and started sucking. I ran my tongue over every inch, cleaning off the remains of his load. The taste of semen mixed with my own insides turned me on even more. I left his cock shining. Behind me, Sergio was getting into position.

I felt a hard slap on my left ass cheek.

“Position, slut. You know it.”

The burn of the blow ran all the way down my back. I arched my body and stuck my ass up. As I did, my sphincter, open and filled with Mateo’s cum, let out a thin stream of semen.

“Just look at that,” Sergio laughed. “Your cum’s dripping out of him. You left the little slut ready.”

“Maybe I’ll make your son a twin,” Mateo added, still with his cock resting against my lip. “Give him two cocks just like his father.”

“Paternity tests, then,” Sergio joked.

“I’ll have one from each of you,” I murmured, trying to laugh. “Both of them are going to come out macho.”

Without warning, Sergio grabbed my waist and speared me all the way through with one single thrust, right to the hilt. I pulled Mateo’s cock out of my mouth to scream. I writhed. Even with my ass already open and lubed, Sergio was still Sergio: a sadist who got turned on by hearing me suffer.

“No one opens an ass like me,” he said, triumphant.

He pulled out until only the head was left inside and then slammed back in with all the force of his body. I tried to wriggle free. Mateo noticed and raised his voice at him.

“Easy, bastard. You’re hurting him.”

“That’s how he likes it. Wait a bit and he’ll be asking for more.”

Sergio grabbed my hips and started hammering into me like an animal. Plop, plop, plop, the sound of his pelvis crashing against my ass filled the room. I tried to loosen my body, let him use me like a doll. It worked. Little by little the pain dissolved into a tide of heat, and my screams turned into something else. Mateo watched me, smiling with that wicked face he wore when he realized I was somewhere else entirely.

“You like it?” he asked.

I nodded. He took my face and shoved his cock down my throat.

“Look at you. I treat you like a princess and it turns out you like being treated like a bitch.”

I wanted to tell him that I loved the way he fucked me too, but his cock in my mouth stopped me. I just looked at him with shining eyes and let go. Sergio didn’t let up. He gave it to me with all his strength, without mercy. And I was somewhere else. I moaned like a bitch and my own cock, untouched by anyone, started trembling. Suddenly my vision blurred and an orgasm tore out of me from the inside. My body convulsed. I started shooting load after load onto the sheets, without anyone touching me.

Mateo laughed when he saw me come and sped up. He held my head and drove in to the hilt. I felt the hot spurts slam against my palate. I tried to swallow it all, but it was too much. Some of it leaked from the corners of my mouth and ran down my chin. I stuck my tongue out to gather what was left on his balls. Sergio was still roaring behind me. On one last thrust he drove so deep it lifted me off the mattress. For a moment I hung there, held up only by his cock. And then he started emptying himself. I felt every hot spurt burning inside me until he collapsed over my back and crushed me against the bed.

The three of us were left spent. Mateo, panting on his back. Sergio, on top of me, breathing into the nape of my neck. Me, ass stretched open, mouth coated in semen, and face buried in the sheets soaked with my own load.

It was a long while before Sergio’s cock went soft and slid out of me. I sat up however I could. My legs wouldn’t answer. Mateo, a gentleman as always, helped me to the bathroom. I felt the semen running down my thighs. I sat on the toilet and cum started spilling out in gushes. The cum of both of them. Then we got into the shower. Mateo washed my ass and asshole carefully, almost tenderly. Sergio was asleep when we got back to the bedroom. We dressed in silence and each of us went home. Luckily my wife was already asleep. I wouldn’t have had the strength for anything else.

***

On Monday Mateo called me into his office. He closed the door. With a hint of jealousy, he asked me whether I got more pleasure from Sergio than from him. I told him the truth.

“They’re different things. You make me feel like a woman. You take your time, you enjoy every inch. Sergio makes me feel like a cheap slut, like a hole. Sometimes I need that, but I prefer the way you fuck me a thousand times over. Besides, when Sergio finishes with me I can’t have sex for days.”

He smiled. He took my face and gave me a long, horny kiss.

“You know I’m crazy about your ass. I’m not going to forbid you anything. Fuck whoever you want. But I liked knowing I’m still the one who fucks you best.”

He stroked my ass over my pants.

“I’m giving you two days to rest. After that, I want you back.”

I left his office wondering whether the three-way scene would happen again. It didn’t. Two weeks later, Sergio was promoted to unit chief in a border city. A post he couldn’t refuse, with only a few years left until retirement. He left and gave me the keys to his house so I could look after it. Now Mateo and I had a place to meet whenever we wanted.

I suspected Mateo had had a hand in that transfer. When I asked him, he only smiled.

“If you want to sell the camel, speak well of the camel.”

I confirmed my suspicions. It had been a brilliant move. He gave Sergio what he wanted so badly and, at the same time, got him out of the way. Mateo didn’t like sharing, and along the way he got a free apartment where he could fuck me whenever he wanted. I understood him. It suited me. But deep down, sometimes, I still missed that old pervert and the brutal way he used to break me.