Continuing Rebirth...(M/MMM) | 2016

Here's the next installment. Again, these things happened, I'm only putting them in an emotional/psychological context. There's a tl/dr for all of this stuff, but part of the excitement is the journey, right? I'm putting in places, because hell, if they warrant mention, they're probably worth it.

I lived with Mike for another 3 months after our first encounter. Our "Practice" sessions were pretty much the standard man-on-man fare, jacking off, blowjobs, I would top him on a very regular basis. I continually tried to improve my blowjob technique, based on Mike's coaching (I never got the hang of deepthroat though, still haven't these years later) Mike was a bottom, and couldn't really get into topping.

Adam, however, did enjoy topping, but didn't have a schedule that would allow him to stop over regularly. In the following 3 months from the first time, I'd only had the opportunity to have any fun with Adam twice, and only one of those did I get the chance to have him in me.

When I moved out, I went to an apartment in downtown Milwaukee. Nice place, 6th floor on N. Prospect, on the side away from the lake. I moved in the few possessions I still had and tried to make the place livable. Mike's son had decided to come home, tranferring colleges, and the basement was only big enough for one guy.

A few weeks after moving in, I had a small housewarming party. Some friends from work, a few acquaintances, and Mike. Later on in the evening, I'd asked him if he wanted to 'stick around'. He commented that he was expected back at the house too early in the morning, but the next night, I should meet him at a bar called "Boot Camp". I told him I'd look forward to it.

The bar was your typical Wisconsin fare. Walk in on the corner, long bar to the left, tables to the right, pool table past the bar. Well, there was one exception. The place was a gay bar.

I'd been to one before, with my ex-wife and some of her friends at a birthday party. I'd been DD and bored silly. It was nice to see attractive guys though.

This place was pretty dead. It was 9:30 on a Friday in late April, and it was still pretty cold outside. I took a seat at the bar, ordered a High Life and chilled out for a few minutes.

My phone bleeped a text. Mike. He wouldn't be able to make it. Shit. I finished my beer and chatted with the bartender. The place started to fill up a bit after 10:45, and was standing-room only at a quarter to 12.

I'd been talking to a guy named Craig and his boyfriend, Jeff. Super nice fellas. Told them about my recent divorce and my friend Mike. They mentioned that they didn't know him, but he did a good job in "Converting" me.

Craig mentioned that they were about to get out of there and head over to their apartment, and would I like to join them for a nightcap? Their friend Don (or Dan...I can't remember) was going to join them as well. I said sure.

Their apartment was in the Bayview area of Milwaukee, and I felt like I'd had just enough to drink where I shouldn't drive. We piled into Craig's Jeep Grand Cherokee and took off. Craig and Jeff were in the front seat, and I was in the passenger back seat. Don sat across from me.

Don was a tall, thin professional type. Sandy blonde hair, hazel eyes...probably closer to the seven feet than six. Great haircut, tailored clothing. I am and always have been a jeans-and-t-shirt type of guy, but I can appreciate a well-constructed outfit. He was a bit tipsy as well, and was singing along to the radio.

Craig was a somewhat heavyset guy, probably 5'10", 220 lbs. Brown hair and eyes...I placed him about 40 years old. Jeff was solid, a hair shorter than Craig...my height, about 5'9" and appeared to be about 170 or so. Brown hair and eyes as well, closely cut to match his beard and mustache.

We went around a corner rather faster than Don had planned, and he flopped to my side of the car. I chuckled at him as he playfully petted on my crotch, asking if it "Wanted to come out to play". I said, "Well, we'll have to see."

The Apartment looked like it had started out life as a Condo. Private entrance, garage, three stories. We entered the garage and unloaded, following Jeff inside where shoes got shucked off just inside the door.

Up the stairs was a large six-sided living room with a large sectional couch facing two low, wide chaises. All of it was done up in a very tasteful dark blue leather. I sat down on one of the chaises as Jeff went into the kitchen to mix up some drinks.

Don laid down on the other other chaise and promptly closed his eyes and began humming the last song from the car. Craig sat on the couch and started asking me questions. How long had I lived in town? Where did I work? Did I know so-and-so?

I answered what I could, opted out of what I couldn't. Just then, Jeff walked back into the living room without a stitch of clothing on. His fuzzy body hair was thick almost everywhere, but my eyes went straight to his groin. It was instinctive. He was flaccid and not overly large, maybe 3 inches or so. He came over by me, handing me a margarita as I continued looking at him.

I guess I should point out that even though Mike and I had screwed around a lot, we didn't just do "naked". If we were naked, it was because there was going to be sex.

But here was Jeff, naked as the day he was born. I glanced past him to Craig who was disrobing himself.

When in Rome, right? I was out of my clothes so fast there could have been a record. I was also rock hard.

Jeff noticed this and said, "Wow, you don't waste any time, hey?" Craig looked past him, and in doing so I got a view of his equipment as well. Unlike Jeff, he was already hard and probably a bit over 6", completely shaven. I looked at his healthy sack, below the smooth shaft and realized I'd never seen bald balls before. I chuckled to myself.

Jeff must have taken this as an invitation. He got down on the floor and began to rub my thighs and crotch, without actually touching my almost painfully hard erection. Craig came over and sat near my head, his own equipment just inches from my face.

All at once, Jeff began to work on me orally. He wasted no time in enveloping me completely in his mouth, all the way down til my pubic hair meshed with the hair on his face. I leaned back a bit, my head resting against Craig's lower torso. He shifted slightly, and his thinner six inches came in contact with my cheek.

I turned my head and took him inside my mouth. He moaned, "that's what I'm talking about man. Yeah". I swirled my tongue around, remembering my 'practice' sessions with Mike. Craig turned towards me then, fully, placing one of his legs along my body and the other behind him. He began to thrust into my mouth slightly, back and forth as he kept up the dialogue, "Yeah. Great mouth. Fuck that's good. Drink that dick down."

Jeff meanwhile was working on me for all he had. He was good, that's for damned sure...he just wasn't as good as Mike, and I even had a hard time cumming when Mike did it. I always enjoy blowjobs, but I can count on one hand the number of times I've cum from one.

We kept ourselves knotted like this on the chaise for some time. Craig pumping my face with his smooth, straight prick, Jeff moving his head back and forth at an almost frantic pace, swirling and bouncing with an almost desperate need.

I pulled off of Craig after several minutes, asking if he minded if I got a drink? He laughed and said no problem. I turned over to the side of the chaise where I'd set my drink to see Don laying on his side, lazily stroking his completely shaven 8" dick. I didn't have much time to view it, because after I set my drink down, Craig quickly pushed my shoulders back and straddled my chest, bouncing his meat above my face while his scrotum slapped my chin.

I took him in my mouth again, now laying completely on my back with my feet on the floor off the edge of the chaise. Jeff stopped his working on my own equipment and I felt the unmistakeable sensation of a condom rolling down over me. This was followed by a cool, sliding sensation, what I could only think was lube.

There was no way to see from my vantage point. To either side of my head was one of Craig's legs, directly above me was his stomach, and he was still doing his back-and-forth movement into my mouth. I closed my eyes as the sensation of a tight ring touched the head of my prick, and then spread down me in a fluid stroke, ending with Jeff's weight on my hips.

A new rhythm popped up now. Craig's in and out at my face with Jeff's on my crotch. It was like driving the rain and listening to music, where the wipers never quite match up with the tempo.

It couldn't go on forever though. Craig's legs began trembling, which resonated through his sack and into my mouth. His vocals took a turn, "Oh yeah, fuck yeah. I'm gonna fill your fucking mouth. I'm gonna choke you with my cum. I'm gonna feed you so much spunk." He lurched forward above me, his hands on the chaise now as he pushed himself fully into my mouth.

His load came in long, deep pulses. I could feel his perineum on my chin as each shot rolled up through his balls and emptied into my mouth. The taste was clean and crisp, and flowed onto my tongue almost like wine. This nearly did me in, and I almost lost it inside of his partner's ass. Almost.

Craig dismounted my head, and was immediately replaced by Don. He drooled a long thin string of precum, saying, "Just put it in your mouth...I gotta cum so bad..." He pushed his cock to me, and I opened...just long enough for him to place his head in, push forward and unload his thick viscous load into my throat. He didn't push, he just lay his prick there, letting it jet into my mouth where it mingled with the remnants of Craig's.

This was the end. As Don pulled back, my own prick began spewing inside Jeff, and I gasped. Jeff smiled at me, as I now noticed he was riding facing me, his cock drooling it's own imminent burst, which ended on me.

More to come.