UPDATE- Threesome goes a little (a lot) different than expected, now we're dating [M/M] | 2016

previously mentioned threesome

when we became fuckbuddies

Hello again! Bit late on this one (read: a whole week late), but here I am! I've been busy with work stuff and spending more of my free time with Matt. So last Thursday when he came over was... quite an interesting evening. He came over to my place and we cracked open a couple of beers and just sat on the sofa, talking. Our past two hook-ups hadn't resulted in much talking, so we just sat and really got to know each other. Found out that we work in the same field (I'm a software trainer/consultant, he's a risk-analyzing software developer), that he has shitty taste in movies (he loves those cheesy SciFi movies), and that he speaks French. Hooooooly shit. Foreign language? Right up my alley. And by alley, I mean language kink.

Anyways, I didn't really bring it up while we were talking, it would have been awkward. But fast forward an hour or two, we were making out on my couch and Matt was biting my neck and it was really hot but I'll be damned if we fuck on a couch again, so I suggested we move it to the bedroom. When we got there though, he turned around and told me he wanted to try something new. I figured new position but nope. He wanted to bottom. ("I've read up on it and everything!") I was all for it. He was more experienced with ass play than I was when we first hooked up, so I handed off the lube and he prepared himself pretty quickly. It was pretty hot to watch. When he was ready, we got into position and I pushed in. It felt pretty fucking great, and I fucked him slow as to drag out the feeling. Matt, however, was not having any of this slow-and-steady shit. He told me to go faster, but I thought it'd be fun just to tease him. Deciding to milk this for all it was worth, I leaned down and grunted, "Beg for it. In French."

And boy did he deliver. Fuck if I know what he was saying, he could have been reciting the dictionary, but the way he said it was so fucking hot. His desperate voice begging me in French spurred me into action, and I pounded into him. He came first (success!), but I was done pretty quickly after him. We lied there for a bit, and as much as I just wanted to fall asleep, I can't stand feeling gross and sweaty when I go to sleep. I dragged Matt with me and we showered together, which was fun. He stayed the night.

I woke up as the little spoon with Matt's morning wood pressed into my back. Wow. I'm weak though, so I elbowed him awake and then blew him. I've learned that I really like giving blowjobs, and that I've gotten pretty good, judging by Matt's reaction. We both had to go to work, but he invited me over for dinner that Saturday and I made a joke about how I don't fuck on the first date.

(we fucked on the first date.)

(we made it official on the third date.)

So, this is gonna be my last update here! Thanks everyone for being so nice and for the people at r/sex for helping me successfully navigate a sexuality crisis and land myself a hot French-speaking boyfriend.