Three Young Men Fucked Me on an Isolated Estate

That morning in late June, when they finally lifted the lockdown, I knew I had been holding out for too long against a need I could no longer keep denying.

My wife, Marta, had gone back to the office for the first time in weeks. Before leaving, while we ate breakfast in silence, she told me she’d be having lunch with some coworkers and not to wait for her. I kissed her on the forehead and, the moment the elevator noise faded down the stairwell, I knew what I was going to do.

We’d been dragging around a conversation for months. When the confinement began, I was working as a security guard —one of the few jobs considered essential— and a coworker, Tomás, had fallen ill with the bug. He was in bad shape. When he got out of the hospital, he decided to retire and go back to the village. That scare pushed me to confess to Marta part of what had happened years earlier on a trip to Barcelona, one night in a hotel with Tomás and another man. I told her the bare minimum, the sensations of that first time I let a guy fuck me. I left out everything else: the beach, the nights in the park, the meetups with strangers behind the big-box stores.

—You’re a fucking idiot —she told me when I finished—. You should have told me from the start.

She didn’t speak to me for days. Then, as always happens, routine won out. She started asking questions. Details. Whether I liked it more when they fucked me or when she, some nights, fucked me with a harness. I answered without thinking. Since then the harness disappeared from the drawer and the two of us kept our hunger to ourselves like someone guarding a secret that weighs too much.

That’s why, as soon as the lock clicked that morning, I went into the bathroom. I cleaned myself carefully, put lube on with two fingers, dressed in loose shorts, underwear, a T-shirt and sneakers. I shoved my phone, the bus card and twenty euros into a fanny pack. I still couldn’t find the car keys —that was another story— so I left on foot for the bus stop.

Half an hour later I was getting off in front of Torre Bellver. I walked to the Jardines del Río, where someone had told me things happened. I didn’t see anyone. I kept going to the vacant lot behind the old train halt, a hard-packed dirt area with three or four parked cars and a white BMW with tinted windows.

Three guys were smoking next to the trunk. They barely looked up when I approached.

—Hey, old man —one of them greeted me.

They were very young, none of them over twenty-two. Close-cropped hair, tight T-shirt, gym shorts, white sneakers, thin chains at their necks, caps. One was Black and, without meaning to, I looked at him twice. He was taller than the other two, almost six-three, slender, with huge eyes and a mouth that made me swallow hard.

—Where are you headed, boss? —asked the one who seemed to be in charge. He was skinny, my height.

—Where do you think? —said another, shorter and chubbier one—. Looking for cock. Right?

—Well, you can get your fill here —the skinny one said with a smile—. Niko likes you.

The Black guy put a hand on his crotch without taking his eyes off me. I stood there, weighing the risk. They were too young for my taste: I preferred older men like Tomás. But I’d gone months without anyone touching me, and here I had three cocks within a meter.

—Out here in the middle of nowhere? —I asked.

—No, man. We’ve got a place. Nearby.

Every alarm in my head went off at once. Getting into a car with three strangers and letting them take me who knew where was stupid. And yet I opened the door.

—You drive, Tato —the skinny one said to the chubby guy as he tossed him the keys.

Niko got in front, Tato behind the wheel, and the skinny one —they called him Rulo— settled in with me in the back seat. I didn’t even have time to fasten my seatbelt. He grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it up.

—Hey, take it easy —I protested.

—Jesus, what tits —he said, and pinched one nipple between thumb and forefinger.

He slipped an arm behind my neck and pulled me close. He kissed me with a ferocity I hadn’t expected, biting my lips, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth while his other hand crushed my chest. The car had already started moving. Outside the window, the city flashed by at full speed.

—Lift your ass —he ordered.

I did as he said. In one yank he dragged my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. I was left naked from the waist down in the back seat of a car driving along an avenue in broad daylight.

—Spread your legs, fuck.

He kissed my neck, bit my earlobe, groped my nipples. His hand slid down, deliberately avoided my cock, and went straight for my ass.

—Push that hole out to the edge of the seat.

I positioned myself as he wanted. He traced circles around my sphincter with one finger and, feeling it slicked with lube, let out a laugh.

—Damn, you’re a filthy one, old man. You came prepared with your ass already lubed up.

—Ow! —slipped out of me when he pushed in a second finger.

—Tato, this guy’s got his little cunt greased up already.

He took off his T-shirt and shoved his pants down in the cramped space of the seat. He was completely shaved, lean, with a long, thin cock already hard. He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my head toward his lap.

—Suck it, old man.

It was hard as stone. I took hold of it carefully, rolled the skin back to uncover the glans, and ran my tongue along the frenulum, slowly, leaving a trail of saliva. Just as I started opening my mouth to take it in, Tato turned his head to look and a horn blast made him swerve. Rulo’s cock hit my uvula and both of us groaned at the same time.

—Tato, you bastard, fuck your fucking mother!

I didn’t dare bend down again. We kept making out, letting his fingers —one, two, three— do what his cock still couldn’t do yet.

***

The car stopped in what looked like a cobbled courtyard. When I got out, barefoot from the waist down and with the fanny pack still hanging absurdly from my hip, I saw that we were on an isolated estate, with not a soul in sight. An old whitewashed farmhouse, with two fig trees and a well.

—Where are we?

—At a buddy’s place —Rulo said—. He works as a guard. The owners hardly ever come.

—And him?

—Somewhere around. He likes little asses like yours too, don’t worry.

They took me into a large room with an unlit fireplace, an old sofa, a table with four chairs, and a bed at the back, made with that military neatness that gives away someone who’s been in the army. Rulo shoved me against him, grabbed my ass with both hands, kissed me again with that same fury, and pushed me downward until I was on my knees in front of his cock.

—Suck me off properly.

I grabbed his balls with my left hand, held the shaft with my right, and pulled back the foreskin. I looked him in the eyes and blew hot breath over the glans before opening my mouth. I saw his jaw clench.

—Fuck...

I ran my tongue all over it, from the base to the tip, leaving it shining. I love the wet sound of a cock being sucked right. I pressed my tongue against the little opening in the center and then traced the full rim around the glans. When I started taking it down my throat, his fingers dug into my neck and a deep groan slipped out of his chest.

—Yeah, old man. Like that. Like that.

But he didn’t let me finish. He yanked my arm so I’d stand up.

—I don’t want to come yet —he said—. I want to put it in that little cunt of yours.

He led me to the bed, took off my sneakers and socks, took off his own, and laid me on my back. He pulled my legs to my chest, put a pillow under my lower back, and raised my ass until my sphincter was level with him.

—That way I can see your face while I fuck you.

He set the tip of his cock against my asshole and went in slowly. I felt every centimeter forcing its way in until his balls slapped against me.

—Ow!

He leaned over my body, bit my lips, and kissed me. He waited a few seconds for me to settle, then started moving. He pulled out almost to the tip and drove back in with a sharp thrust of his hips.

He sped up. The cock went in and out faster and faster. His skin gleamed with sweat, his face was fixed on mine, the muscles in his neck taut. Every thrust drew a noise from the bottom of my chest. He smelled like a young guy, cheap cologne and clean sweat.

—Oh, my boy!

I felt it coming the way it always comes for me: from the lower belly upward, a sensation like orgasm but longer, more drawn out. I grabbed his wrists and bit his right one when I exploded inside.

—I’m coming! I’m coming!

A long stream of cum leaked out over my belly without his even touching my cock. He didn’t stop moving. He picked up the pace for a few more seconds, let out a roar, and emptied into me in four or five spasms. He kissed me with his tongue deep in my throat and, when he pulled out, a thread of his semen kept dripping onto the pillow.

—What a fuck, Rulo —Tato said from the foot of the bed.

I had completely forgotten about the other two. Tato was naked already, jerking off a cock much shorter than Rulo’s but twice as thick. He looked at me the way someone looks at a plate of food after a fast.

—Please, wait a bit —I begged.

—No fucking way. Get on all fours, old man. I like it doggy style.

He climbed onto the bed, grabbed my ankles, made me turn over, and, yanking my hair, forced me up onto my hands and knees.

—What an ass! —and he bit hard into my right cheek.

—Ow!

—You’ve got Rulo’s cum smeared all over your hole.

—Even better, it’ll make it slide in easier.

Tato positioned himself behind me, pushed my lower back down so I’d stick my ass out, spread my cheeks with both hands, and, without warning, buried himself to the balls in one single thrust.

—Aaah!

—There, old man, there, it’s going in.

—Take it out...

—Shh. Hold on. Hold on.

It hurt in a way I hadn’t been hurt in a long time. That kid was as wide as a clenched fist. He waited a few seconds for my body to get used to it and then started pounding, slow at first, faster after that. The pain turned into something else. Every time he pulled out and shoved back in, he brushed my prostate with a precision that made me see stars. My cock, without anyone touching it, moved in time with his hips, spitting drops with every thrust.

—Fuck, that feels good!

A slap on the ass. Another. His fingers dug into my hips. Through the window came a white midday sun. I had bitten the knuckles of the sheet.

A second orgasm hit, as intense as the first. I collapsed forward, my legs went weak, and his cock slipped out all at once. Tato let out a curse, tore my legs open, shoved it back in, and lay down over my back. He bit my shoulder, my nape. He sped up even more and, when he came, I felt him swell inside and release contraction after contraction, a quantity of cum that seemed never to end.

—Bastard!

He let himself fall onto me, panting, whispering things in my ear that I no longer remember.

***

—Come on, Tato, fuck’s sake, my turn —Niko said from the sofa.

He hadn’t said a word until then. When I подняв my head, I saw him sitting there, completely naked, holding his cock in his hand. Just seeing it cut my breath short. It was the longest one I’d ever seen in my life, long and thin, hanging below his belly button. That’s not a cliché: it was simply a beast, matte-toned and almost purple at the tip.

—Please, no! —I said—. My ass can’t take that.

—Come on, little whore —Tato replied—. Get over there, on your knees on the sofa.

They got me there however they could. My legs could barely hold me up. I was leaving a trail of the other two men’s cum across the stone floor. I got down on my knees on the cushion, my face and hands resting on the backrest. Niko came up behind me, ran his hands along my sides, over my back, rubbed his cock against my crack, and whispered in my ear.

—I’m going to wreck you, little whore.

I didn’t have time to answer. He lined the tip up with my asshole and shoved it in one single blow as far as my body would allow, which wasn’t nearly all the way. A shiver ran up my spine and a groan escaped from deep inside me.

—Aaah!

He pressed his chest against my back, slid his hands around to the front and grabbed my nipples. He kissed my neck, licked my earlobe. He waited. He waited. Another thrust of his hips and the rest of his shaft buried itself in me to the balls.

—Ah, mama!

—All the way in now, old man.

He started moving, slowly. His breathing was steady, rhythmic, the breathing of an athlete. His thrusts were long and deep, and they brushed against something inside me no one else had ever reached. I had lost the ability to speak. All I could do was make sounds.

—Oh, oh, oh!

When he came, I didn’t feel the contractions —my body was elsewhere—, but I felt the heat of his load dissolving inside me. Four, five spurts. He stayed inside a few seconds longer before pulling out slowly.

***

I got home by bus, my ass burning and my head empty. When I walked in, Marta still hadn’t come back. I showered three times. I sat on the toilet and let my body expel what was left inside me.

While I waited for my wife to return, I thought about how stupid I had been to get into the car with three strangers. I could have come out of there in a body bag. I thought about it seriously, for a good while. And yet, while I was thinking it, I could barely admit the other thing: that those hours at the estate had been the most intense thing that had happened to me in years.