No one seemed to be in a hurry, so Evan took his time tonight. Both men stood side by side as he kneeled before them. He rested one palm on Juan’s thigh and the other on Carson’s. He buried his face between Juan’s legs first and gently sucked Juan’s dark balls into his mouth. Juan held his head and Carson watched with his lips parted, waiting for his turn.
When Evan turned to do the same thing to Carson a few minutes later, Carson spread his legs wider and held his dick up so it wouldn’t get in Evan’s way. The only thing lacking for Evan was the sense of smell. He’d always enjoyed the scent of a man who’d just worked hard. Although there were strong lines drawn between men with bad hygiene who didn’t wash properly and men who did, Evan tended to get more turned on when clean men were not freshly showered. That didn’t mean he wanted them dirty and grungy. That would have been a huge turn-off for Evan. But the jock who showered twice a day and cleaned his body thoroughly always smelled a little better right after a strong workout that had caused him to perspire, especially between his legs. The ultra-clean man in a business suit who shaved and showered every morning before work smelled even better at the end of the day when he came home and took off his pants. But with the water splashing on all three of them, any hint of their natural scents virtually disappeared and mingled with the damp soapy aroma of the shower room.
That didn’t stop Evan from swallowing Juan’s uncircumcised dick, nor did it stop him from sucking the pre-come from Carson’s. He took turns on them both and they moved closer together. At one point, he pulled them together and sucked them both at the same time. He couldn’t get them all the way into his mouth, but he did his best trying to get them in as far as he could. They didn’t seem to enjoy this as much as he did. A few minutes after he started sucking them together, Juan pulled the back of his head, yanked him away from Carson, and shoved his dick so far down Evan’s throat, Evan almost gagged.
Juan seemed needier than Carson. They were both aggressive and both clearly knew what they wanted, but Juan didn’t hesitate to pull Evan’s hair or shove his face. He moved with jerks and unplanned gestures during sex, the same way he’d moved in the boxing ring when earlier when he’d been training with Carson. When Juan had had enough in the shower, he turned off the water, reached down with both hands, and lifted Evan up with one fast heave that meant nothing to him. And while Carson stood there watching all this, Juan lifted Evan up, threw him over his right shoulder, and carried him back into the locker room.
Though Evan had been lifted, turned, bent, and twisted by men in the past, he’d never actually been carried around this way. He panicked a little at first; he didn’t have anything to hold on to for support hanging over Juan’s shoulder. But he calmed down fast when Juan slapped him hard on the ass and said, “Don’t worry. You’re not that heavy. You’re safe with me.”
Carson followed them to a long wooden bench in the locker room not far from where they’d undressed. He helped Juan lower Evan to the floor, and then he went over to his backpack and pulled out two condoms and a tube of lube. While Carson opened the packages and prepared to cover his dick, Juan grabbed Evan by the arm and pulled him to the bench. He gave him a shove and Evan went down on his knees. He gave him another shove and Evan bent over the bench and spread his legs for them.
They both put on condoms and lathered their dicks with lube. Then Juan made a fist, spread some lube on his middle finger, and inserted his finger up Evan’s ass. As with all his other moves, Juan wasn’t gentle. The minute his middle finger entered, Evan’s head went up and he grabbed the bench and squeezed tightly. He didn’t slide his finger with gentle strokes. He shoved and poked and prodded in a way that was both intrusive and exciting. Each time his fist hit the bottom of Evan’s ass, Evan’s mouth opened and he gasped.
A second after that, Juan went down on his knees and reached between Evan’s legs. He spread them wider and Evan arched his back in an exaggerated way to let Juan know he wanted to get fucked. He’d learned early the unsaid things during sex with strangers tended to be louder than anything he could have said—or planned to say aloud. Juan seemed to understand what Evan wanted and the next thing Evan knew, Juan was holding his waist and sliding in and out of his body while the top of Evan’s head hit the metal locker.
Juan fucked harder and faster than most men. He went deep and pulled all the way out without a set pattern. Evan didn’t know what to expect next with him. He tended to invade more than enter. He would slam into Evan, go as deep as he could, then start moving his pelvis in a way that made the bench vibrate. It also made Evan’s body vibrate, both inside and out, to the point where the nerve endings at the lips of his anus brought him to a point of pleasure he always found hard to describe. This was one of the most sensitive areas in Evan’s body. So many people not familiar with good sex thought anal sex was all about prostate stimulation, and they failed to consider that a good deal of stimulation came from the most sensitive nerve endings around the anus. Though Evan had heard this wasn’t the case with all men—or women—in his case that was where it all began and ended during anal sex for him.
When Juan pulled out and Carson took his turn, he continued where Juan had left off. Carson was a more predictable lover and Evan enjoyed the way his even moves created a balance and a diversion. Each time Carson entered and pulled out, he seemed to enhance the same nerve endings that Juan had already stimulated. And as each of them took a turn on Evan, their individual styles and movements continued to bring Evan closer to the edge of what he portended would be an orgasm to remember.
He lost track of how long they’d been taking turns on him. Though his knees were sore and his fingers ached from holding the bench, he wouldn’t have minded if they’d kept him in this position for the rest of the night. But they had other plans. Juan pulled out and grabbed Evan’s waist. He lifted Evan up until he was standing. While Carson watched, obviously not sure what was happening, Juan sat on the bench, spread his legs, and rested on his back. He reached forward with one hand and took his dick. He shook it and said, “Sit on it and lean forward.”
When Evan did this, and Juan’s dick was all the way in, he placed his palms on Juan’s chest. It wasn’t until Juan gestured to Carson and said, “Get in there,” that Evan grasped the concept. He’d never done this before. The magnitude of what these men were going to do to him almost overwhelmed him.