Three Men and a Single Room in the Country House

My name is Andrés, I’m forty-six years old, and I have a body that already bears the signs of time: a soft belly spilling over my belt, brown hair sprinkled with gray at the temples, and arms that used to be firm once. I work as an admin at an agency and I’ve been married to Carmen for sixteen years, and she thinks she knows every corner of my life.

But Carmen knows nothing about Toni.

Toni and I met in our first year of college, more than twenty years ago. He was the typical ripped guy every woman wanted: tall, broad-shouldered, square jaw, played rugby, and changed girlfriends every two months. He married Noelia ten years ago, has two kids, and went to work for a logistics company. A textbook straight guy.

Except for one detail we discovered one drunken night years ago: Toni gets turned on by sucking cock. At first he swore he wasn’t into men, that he just needed to feel one in his mouth every now and then, nothing more. And he decided mine was perfect for that.

Since then, our friendship has included an unwritten agreement. Whenever either of us needs to blow off steam, one message is enough and in under an hour we’re in a remote parking lot or the gym locker room. Carmen thinks we’re buddies who meet up for beers and football; she’s not entirely wrong, we do that too.

Over the years, Toni let himself go. Now he’s around two hundred and sixty pounds spread over five-foot-ten: huge belly, double chin, thick arms where muscle used to be. And an ass that’s a real wonder, two hills of pale, soft flesh that bounce on their own with every movement. Because, of course, the whole “I don’t want to get fucked” thing didn’t last long at all. Toni turned out to be a textbook bottom: when I drive it all the way in, he moans, arching his back and sticking his ass out even farther, as if his body knows exactly where it belongs.

But I didn’t mean to tell you that. Sometimes I digress. The real story starts with a country house.

***

We had rented it among five couples from our college group to celebrate the fact that Hugo had finally landed a permanent teaching position. An amazing house: exposed stone, wooden beams, a fireplace in the living room, a garden with a barbecue, and a pool overlooking the woods. Four days ahead of us, from Thursday to Sunday.

Toni and I had spent weeks fantasizing about the trip. For once we wouldn’t have to hide; there would be corners, early mornings, slips. We had even planned to sneak off at dawn while the others were asleep.

Everything was perfect until Friday morning, when Noelia discovered that one of the bedrooms had a wall soaked through. A pipe inside the partition had burst, the wallpaper was peeling, and there were dark mold stains. The women immediately started reorganizing everything, and Carmen took charge, as always.

“Right, we’ve got five bedrooms, but one is unusable,” she said, counting on her fingers. “I’m not sleeping in there with all that damp, and I’m not forcing anyone else to either. The most practical thing is for us to sleep separately this weekend. The five women in two rooms, the five men in the other two.”

Toni and I looked at each other. And now Carmen is fucking everything up without knowing it.

“Andrés, you with Toni and Sergio in the big room, the one with three beds,” my wife went on. “Hugo and Iván in the other one. We’ll split what’s left between us.”

My heart sank. I saw the same disappointment on Toni’s face, though he hid it right away. Sergio, oblivious to everything, grinned from ear to ear.

“Perfect, like on school trips,” he said, giving me a slap on the back. “We can even have console games at night and everything.”

Sergio is a good guy, he really is. Thirty-seven, skinny, sales rep, the kind of friend who’s always in a good mood and tells bad jokes. But at that moment I hated him with all my soul.

***

That night the three of us went up to the room. Large, with three single beds in a row, barely a meter apart. Sergio took the middle one. The middle one. Right between Toni and me.

I lay down staring at the ceiling while Sergio put on his pajamas and Toni got under the sheets still wearing his jeans, because he was embarrassed to get naked in front of him. I could see the shape of his huge ass two meters away, knowing I wasn’t going to be able to touch it for four fucking days.

“We’re going to have a swim tomorrow before breakfast, right?” Sergio suggested, climbing into his bed right between us.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied halfheartedly.

We turned off the lights. In five minutes I heard his heavy breathing. I looked toward Toni’s bed in the dark; I knew he was awake too. I was rock hard just thinking about how close I had him and how impossible it was to do anything.

***

I was dreaming about Carmen. In the dream she woke me with her mouth, like she sometimes does: I could feel her hair brushing my thighs, her lips slowly moving up my shaft, her tongue circling the glans. The pleasure was intense even asleep. I reached down to stroke her hair. But something wasn’t right: the hair was shorter, rougher, and the head was too big.

I woke up.

The room was dark. It took me a few seconds to remember where I was. I could hear Sergio’s deep breathing in the middle bed. But what made my eyes open all the way was that someone was actually sucking my cock.

I looked down. In the dim light I made out Toni’s silhouette kneeling beside my bed. He had pulled the sheets aside, dragged my underwear down to mid-thigh, and had my cock in his mouth halfway down. His eyes glinted as he looked up at me.

He pulled off for a moment. A strand of saliva connected his lips to my glans.

“I couldn’t take it anymore,” he whispered so quietly I barely heard him. “I’ve been watching you for two days and not being able to touch you.”

I looked toward Sergio’s bed. He was on his back, covered up to his head, breathing evenly. He was asleep like a log. The son of a bitch, Toni, had gotten up in the middle of the night just because he needed to suck cock, with Sergio two meters away, risking getting caught. And fuck if that didn’t turn me on even more.

I rested my head on the pillow and let him keep going. He sucked slowly, carefully, trying not to make noise, but with the same desperation as always, his thick lips squeezing around me, his tongue working the underside. I had to bite my lip not to moan, and every thirty seconds I glanced toward Sergio. Still asleep.

“I’m going to come,” I whispered, barely audible.

Toni nodded without taking me out of his mouth and sucked faster, his cheeks hollowing with each pull, one hand squeezing my balls. I came in his mouth with my teeth clenched, my fingers digging into the sheets, unloading two days of restraint straight down his throat. He swallowed it all, without letting go, swallowing again and again until I stopped throbbing.

When he finished, he pulled my underwear back up, covered me, and leaned in close to my ear.

“Tomorrow you’re fucking me,” he whispered, already rubbing his groin through his pajamas. “One way or another. In bed, in the woods, wherever. I need you to open my ass and fill me, like always. I can’t take it anymore.”

I made a vague gesture toward Sergio, as if telling him to go back to his bed before we got caught. Just then Sergio shifted and the two of us froze, hearts in our throats. He let out a snore, rolled over, and kept sleeping. Toni slowly sat up and went back to his bed without a sound.

***

I lay there in the dark, the ghost taste of his mouth still on me, listening to Toni settle in on the other side. Sergio kept snoring softly between us.

And then, suddenly, he stopped snoring.

The abrupt silence was deafening. I went cold.

“Fuck, guys.”

Sergio’s voice cut through the darkness. Low, but perfectly clear. He wasn’t asleep. He hadn’t been.

“Sergio...” I began, not knowing how the fuck to continue.

On the other side I heard Toni hold his breath. The seconds stretched on forever.

“I’ve been awake since Toni got out of bed,” Sergio said, still facing away, talking to the wall. “I’ve been lying here listening to everything.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The lamp on his bedside table snapped on, flooding the room with yellow light. The three of us blinked. Sergio had sat up, perched on the edge of his bed, looking at us for the first time.

“Sergio, please, don’t tell anyone,” I begged.

“If you want a cock that’ll split your ass open, would mine do?”

He cut me off without even looking at me. His eyes were locked on Toni. And as he spoke, he pulled his pajama bottoms down.

I stood there with my mouth open. Toni was white as a ghost, frozen, while Sergio pulled out his cock: fully hard, not as big as mine, but thick and veined, pointing straight at him.

“I said would it do,” he repeated, this time rougher, stroking it slowly. “You’ve been saying for two days you’re horny. Well, here you go. I’ve been hearing you two for two days too. How you were grinding against Andrés on the sofa. How you looked at his package when he changed.”

He got up and took two steps toward Toni’s bed.

“So stop going pale and come here. Or you come, or I do.”

Toni looked at me, searching for an answer in my face, but I didn’t know what the fuck to say. Sergio came closer until his glans was a millimeter from Toni’s lips.

“You like what you see, you bastard?”

The question sounded raw, nothing like the calm buddy he always was. Toni’s eyes widened in surprise, still processing that this was really happening. Then, slowly, his expression changed: a shy smile appeared on his face, pure happiness. He leaned in and rubbed his fat cheeks against Sergio’s cock, one side first, then the other, nuzzling it like a cat.

“Fuck,” Sergio said, looking down at him. “You really are a filthy addict. How long have you been fucking behind your women’s backs?”

Toni stuck out his tongue and licked slowly from the base to the glans.

“Years,” he confessed between licks. “We’ve been doing it for years.”

Sergio gave a low whistle, grabbed his hair, and shoved his face down onto the cock.

***

I stayed watching from my bed, my cock hard as a rock. It was strange seeing it from the outside, like a spectator to something that for years had been only ours. Toni was in heaven: Sergio was fucking his mouth to the hilt and he moaned with his mouth full, his knees spread, his fat ass in the air.

Toni let the cock pop out of his mouth with an obscene smack, a thread of saliva hanging from his swollen lips.

“I’ve only sucked Andrés’s cock,” he said in a hoarse voice, almost ashamed.

But he didn’t stop. Instead of taking it back in, he stuck out his whole tongue and ran it slowly, deliberately, over Sergio’s balls, from bottom to top, coating them in hot saliva. Sergio went rigid all at once.

“Fuck... fuck, man...”

Toni raised his head a little, lips pressed against that sensitive skin.

“Can I buy your silence somehow?” he whispered, pleading. “I can give you better blowjobs than your wife, for sure.”

He went back up, this time to the frenulum, pressing his fleshy lips right there. Sergio let out a sharp breath, his hips searching for more.

“Aaah... shit... yes, like that... don’t stop, asshole...”

His hands flew to Toni’s hair. He was breathing in ragged bursts, almost hyperventilating, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He dug his fingers into Toni’s nape, shoved his head down, and rammed his cock to the back of his throat in one thrust. Toni choked, made a wet sound, but didn’t move his hands: he grabbed onto Sergio’s thighs and let himself get face-fucked without mercy, eyes watering and saliva running down his chin.

***

I got out of bed. Toni was kneeling on the floor, fully focused on taking that throat-fucking, his legs spread, his ass in the air. Perfect.

I grabbed his pajama pants by the waistband and yanked them down in one motion. And there they were: those enormous butt cheeks, milk-white, soft, separating a little under their own weight and revealing the pink hole in the middle, completely smooth. He’d shaved himself.

Usually I’d take my time, lick his ass, play around the rim with my tongue. But this time I was too hot watching Sergio fuck him in the mouth. I got behind him, spat in my hand, spread it over the head, and lined my cock up with his entrance. Barely any prep. Just the pressure of my glans against his tight hole.

And I pushed. I went in with one thrust, all the way to the hilt.

“Mmmff!”

Toni’s cry was muffled by Sergio’s cock in his throat. His whole body tightened, his ass clenching around me like a fist. But he couldn’t move: Sergio had him by the nape and I had him impaled from behind. Speared through both ends, used by both of us.

“Fuck, Andrés,” Sergio panted, looking down at me, sweating. “Look at us... both of us fucking this filthy fat bastard.”

I started moving, pulling nearly all the way out before driving back in. And then I felt it. Toni’s body started trembling in a different way, his moans high and desperate. I looked down: his cock was shooting ropes of cum without anyone touching it. He was coming on his own, hands free, splattering the floor and his own belly.

Every time Sergio slammed into his throat, Toni’s ass clenched violently around my cock, a wave of spasms running through his whole body. I dug my fingers into those huge cheeks and spread them apart to watch myself go in and out of that stretched hole, the soft flesh overflowing between my hands. I started fucking him harder, his buttocks wobbling like jelly with each impact.

And then the orgasm hit me like a fist in the gut. I drove in to the hilt and exploded, filling him hot, shot after shot. But this time I didn’t stop thrusting: I kept moving as I came, feeling my own semen act as lube while his ass milked me with the contractions that still lingered.

I pulled my cock out slowly. It came out with a wet sound, and as it slipped fully free, I saw his hole stay open for a moment before starting to close. A thin thread of my cum slid from the rim downward.

Sergio pulled his out of Toni’s mouth and gave him a light smack on the cheek.

“What a fucking show...” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Move.”

He shoved me by the shoulder and I almost fell as he positioned himself behind Toni. He didn’t ask. He grabbed his cock, aimed it at that open hole still dripping my cum, and shoved it in with one thrust, all the way in, without resistance.

Toni let out a guttural sigh. And then, without anyone asking him to, he started moving his ass. He moved it like a whore: arched his back and rolled his hips in circles while Sergio stood there, stunned, taking the cock to the base and pounding it back in himself.

“But... what the fuck...? You always move it like that?” Sergio asked, incredulous.

He gave two quick thrusts and on the third stayed buried to the hilt, not moving. He was coming: I could see it in the way he clenched his teeth and dug his fingers into Toni until white marks showed on his skin.

“Yesss...” Toni moaned, low, rough, relieved, as if it were the only thing he needed.

***

Silence settled over the room. Sergio collapsed onto his bed like dead weight, one arm over his eyes. I stayed seated on the edge of mine, legs weak, my cock dripping the last remnants.

And Toni was still on all fours, not moving, as if his body was waiting for more. His hole was wrecked, stretched open, the edges swollen and shining. From inside, a thick mixed ribbon of semen slid out, mine and Sergio’s, running down over his perineum and dripping onto the mattress.

“Fuck... what a mess,” Sergio muttered, lifting his arm from his eyes.

Toni finally spoke, face buried in the pillow, his voice broken.

“I shaved for this weekend. I knew Andrés and I would find a moment. I didn’t expect this, I didn’t expect... two. I feel full. It’s the best I’ve felt in years. With one cock in my mouth and another behind me, I was finally complete.”

I sat up. The air was thick with sweat and with something none of the three of us had expected when the trip began.

“Listen to me, both of you,” I said firmly. Toni turned his head, Sergio propped himself up on his elbows. “This goes no further than here. The three of us are married, the three of us have our wives sleeping two rooms away. If anyone finds out, divorce for all three of us. They’ll destroy our lives.”

Sergio nodded, more serious now.

“And one more thing,” I added, looking at Toni’s ass, still dripping. “If this stays between the three of us and nobody else, we don’t need condoms. We can keep doing it bare. You want to keep going?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes,” Toni replied without lifting his head. “I want to feel you like this all the time. Filling me.”

Sergio stayed silent for a few seconds, scratching the back of his neck. Finally he looked up.

“I never thought I’d do something like this. I’m not into guys. But I don’t know what the fuck Toni’s ass has...” he shook his head. “I want a repeat. And without a rubber, even better. But not one fucking word. To anyone. We have a gentleman’s agreement.”