A Threesome for the Ages [MFM] – pt 1

I’m going to be straightforward — and I promise that I won’t lie or embellish anything herein — but this is shaping up to be a threesome for the ages. No, it hasn’t happened yet. But this will serve as backstory and lead-in to Thursday night. With a full story to come Friday. Be still my heart, here we go.

My name is Luke. Her name is Megan. Now, if she permits me to take photos/video and post, I will. She seems like she might be kinky like that, but I don’t know yet.

Yes, she’s a stranger. Though I feel like I know her pretty well after our texting tonight. Or at least, what turns her on. And we’ll get to that, promise. She’s 21, short (maybe 5’3 based on pics?), brunette. Cute little nose ring. Really vibrant, crescent-shaped eyes. Really mesmerizing eyes. I mean, if you could kiss an eye…

And her body. Well, yeah, let’s talk about that. She didn’t give me measurements, just a photo. She’s white, but pretty tan — obviously outside a lot — and athletic. Curvy in all the right ways. I mean, there are all sorts of good curves. I hesitate to say any are bad. But hers are perfect. The first photo I got from her was of her ass. And I swear to God, I could cup both her ass cheeks in my hands just perfectly. She’s trim, athletic, like I said. Looks like she could outrun me in a marathon (not that hard, to be honest) and go for hours in bed. Which is what we hope to do.

I’m a barista in the Twin Cities. I’m six-foot, a healthy 195. Have always kept myself just shy of 200, but I’m still looking to drop 20. For peace of mind; I’m really not overweight. But honesty is honesty.

I’m a hairy dude. Not unsightly though. No weird hair cropping up places. Hairy chest, treasure trail. I keep well-trimmed below. I do shave my balls. Guys, I firmly believe we all should. I’m also seven inches, and fairly thick. I pass the toilet roll test anyway. I’ve never measured. Never cared to because what does it matter. It’s my dick and I’m proud of it. Not small, not too big to scare anyone away. I’ve gotten compliments, so that’s that. So like I said, I’m being honest. No horse-hung Adonises yet.

I’ve always been called cute. Or handsome. I get that one a lot. Never hot though. Should I be bothered? I guess not. I think most handsome men stay handsome. A lot of hot men lost that flame. Maybe. Maybe I’m just secretly pissed I’ve never been called hot. But you know what? I’m considered cute! I’m boyfriend material! I’m the kind of guy girls can show off without worrying her friends will jump him.

Now, I’ll get back to Megan. But I did say this was a threesome. Well, here’s the issue… this other dude I met through an ad I placed. See, none of my friends would really be down with doing this. And if it does go badly…well, no constant reminder every time he comes over. So I found this guy, and he looks great (I’m comfortable, I’ve played with dudes, I’ll say it) based on the photos. But he’s fucking impossible to get a hold of. Responds to my emails days later. Won’t give me his number so we can text. I’m discreet too, but come on. What sort of dude is going dark in this situation?

Sam, this guy, wants to have lunch tomorrow. That’s the last I’ve heard. That was earlier today. Everything else I’m about to write has happened since, and he knows all of it, and he hasn’t responded to me yet. So here’s where Sam leaves the story for now. We will either have lunch tomorrow, or you will be introduced to a new gentleman on Friday. I’m sure I can find someone. Threesome for the ages, guys. Come on.

And now you’re asking: Why so special? What about this threesome, compared to the many hundreds of other (and seriously hot) stories on here? And hey, maybe it won’t be. Maybe it’ll be vanilla by some of y’all’s standards. But for me, if this goes down, I can’t believe anything hotter will ever happen in my life. So for me at least, it’s one for the books.

I’ve had threesomes in the past. A number of them, all positive (crazy luck, I know). I dated a girl in high school (I a sophomore, her a senior) for four years. Then when I started college, we called it quits. And I fucked around a lot. Us artist types — we crazy. In college I finally started dating a girl who notoriously had the hots for me and another guy. She chose to date me (see above) but I thought we could give her the best of both worlds. So we did. And I like to think we rocked her world. In any case, we did that twice. And her and I dated for another year after college before she went East. I stayed here and started another long-term relationship. This one went for four years. We were engaged. Then we weren’t.

In the last couple years (I’m 28 now) I’ve met up with three different couples. The first was a bi couple in their 20s who wanted to blow a dude together. I obliged them. The next was a couple my age that invited me over a few times. Now remember my disclaimer when I started this. But I haven’t been welcomed back due to my stamina. I’m not lying. Humblebragging, sure. They orgasmed long before me, and then it was a little too much work for her to get me off, and probably awkward for him. They were new to the scenario, and guys, we all know that feeling that hits you after you’ve cum. Some things that were hot while you were horny… not so much after. So they emailed me a few weeks later explaining why they were looking for someone else for next time. And I totally get it. Great stamina is not always a good thing. And the thing is, I can go multiple rounds in a night. I’m perpetually hard, I swear to God. So I wish I could cum sooner. But alas.

Enough backstory, enough about me. The plan was to meet this girl on Friday morning. I was going to get a room for us. Her texts and messages before now have always been sweet, but not particularly indicating of follow-through, engagement, etc. But I hoped beyond hope. And then we started texting tonight. I will include some of them in a link at the bottom. Not all of them, but some. But here are the key takeaways from that two-hour session.

Megan is horny. And I mean fucking horny. She says she has no control over her sex drive. Sweet. She admits she’s wet, and I tell her to finger herself. She tells me she has been…her hand is already soaked. Killer.

At this point (only about ten minutes in) I’m thinking I should just call her. But I leave it for her to suggest. Maybe she gets off on sexting. Maybe she’s like me, and hearing someone speak for the first time (if you’re hooking up) is a very sexually gratifying experience. In any case, we don’t call each other.

I tell Megan I’m jerking off, which of course is the truth. She doesn’t ask me for a photo — she must like the surprise, I haven’t even told her my size. And I resist the temptation to ask for hers. I’ve seen her bare ass, but that’s it. I cannot wait to undress her for the first time.

She gets horny enough to suggest she come over right now. And I know you’ll say I’m crazy, or just stupid, or making this whole thing up. But I do say no — that she should wait for two cocks to satisfy her. Sam’s working tonight or else I would. Though I probably wouldn’t be able to reach him anyway. Weirdo. So we just keep chatting. I suggest we figure out logistics, but that she should keep fingering herself. She assures she is. So I suggest a place near me (she lives about 30 minutes away and offered to drive to us) on Friday morning. Then she suggests Thursday night. And she can get us a room near her. For free.

I love this girl!

I hadn’t considered Thursday because I work late. But yeah, we can hookup after and then have all night to play. As well as the next morning. I say yes. And she can get this room for free because she knows the owner, and promises it won’t be awkward to ask for it. We all have roommates, and want to be comfortable enough to be loud and crazy, so the room makes sense. And now it’s a free one. Holy shit.

So logistics are settled. I ask what she wants to drink. She says Fireball! Yes, with an exclamation. This girl is so cute. Then we get a little more personal.

Condoms? Yes, until she gets to know us. Fair enough. Can do. Anal? She loves it. Fuck yeah. Double penetration? She’s always wanted to try that! Double fuck yeah. Is she into cum? Facials, swallowing, cumming anywhere on her body — she likes it all. Triple fuck triple yeah. Dudes, how can this be happening?

So we go further. She asks me how kinky I am. I debate being truthful. But I’m an honest guy, again, so I tell her: bondage is cool, facefucking, slapping, spitting. I’ve fisted a girl before and even swapped cum. So pretty kinky.

By her standards, am I? She says no to fisting, which is fine. Preferred even. If you do it wrong you can ruin the night. And I’m not going to pretend I’m the Rocky of vaginas. But she loves rough sex. She wants to be manhandled. She wants to be used. She loves to suck cock after it’s been inside her. She wants all her holes filled, and she wants to make us cum over and over. She gets off on pleasing us.

Too good to be true. Then this bomb is dropped: she’s always wanted to be pissed on. To feel like someone’s property. Whoa.

Now I’ll stop here to say I’m very liberal. Staunchly so. I am infuriated with the inequality between women and men right now. In the workforce, yes. But even in terms of expression. At one point earlier I told Megan how awesome it was that she was so open about her sexuality and what she likes and needs. I told her she should start a podcast. I hope she does. She’s independent, smart, unafraid. I think she sounds like a brilliant, fascinating woman. And at only 21.

Now back to the pissing. So she wants to be peed on. And you know what, I haven’t really considered that before but… yeah. I want to piss on this girl. I want to, because she wants me too. I think it will be hot. And if it fulfills her fantasy and gets her off… well, I too get the most satisfaction out of pleasing someone else.

At that point I got a call. It was a long one. I told her to message me if she’s still up later. That was an hour ago. Nothing yet. But I feel, I’m really, really positive, this is going down. What do you think?

I know this was long. And not much of a story. But I did promise to get all the details and backstory out of the way first. Now you know me a lot, Megan quite a bit, and hopefully we’ll all get to know Sam soon. In the meantime, happy November 1st.

May the Fourth be with us…

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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5anpp9/a_threesome_for_the_ages_mfm_pt_1