Poly
Polyamorous Possibilities.
Torn between two lovers, feelin' like a fool
Lovin' both of you is breakin' all the rules
John
If we’re going to be completely honest I’m only breaking one rule: you don’t fall in love. I can’t, however, help myself. I’m totally hooked on Jean… but the same goes for my partner too. I’m totally hooked on Jon.
It had never occurred to me that I could love two men. Which was the basis of what Jon and I agreed when we opened our five-year relationship all those years ago. The idea then, though, was that we could have some sexy fun with others but the possibility of being in love with two men at once just didn’t enter either of our minds.
Jon is my soul mate. Big Jon, as he’s known to most of our friends, to distinguish him from me, little John… I’ve never worked out if that’s Robin Hood-style irony because I’m 6ft 6in tall and stocky or because I have a small cock.
Jon and I click together in every way. Yes, we both have fleeting lovers outside the relationship but we always come back together… often with me sliding my four-and-a-half-inch dick into his hole. Sometimes it’s the other way round and he shafts me with his seven inches but we’re together and always will be.
Meeting Jean (Belgian parents) has changed things, though, because I’ve realised I love him too. It’s something more than just lust. Like big Jon, Huge Jean (nine-inch dick on a 5ft 3in man… it’s almost comical) makes my heart soar. I can’t distinguish between making love with Huge Jean, talking at length(!) with him, just lying with him in my arms. It’s magical.
Being with Big Jon is magical too… but different. Maybe it’s because we’ve been together so long we know each other inside out.
How do I tell Jon about Jean?
Meantime, Jean is getting fruity. He’s lain me on my back and pushed my legs up to my chest. Hole, balls, cock: he can have whatever he wants.
It takes only a few swipes of his tongue over my bum to get my already chubbing cock fully hard… and then he’s holding the tip of his cock against my hole, searching out my eyes with his to check how I’m feeling.
He eases his dome into me: “Go on, work it with your muscles.” I do so, enjoying the stimulation his nib offers me and the expressions it brings to his face, until it gets too much. “Please, Jean, more.” So he slides all the way in… all nine inches. I think my eyes must have bugged because he grins. “Too much at once?”
“Nope,” I say. “I love it. I love you.”
“And I love you.”
He feeds himself in and out of me, then grabs my dick and pushes the foreskin back and forward over the head. I pant and moan until I feel his cum spurt inside me, which triggers me and I shoot cum all over my own midriff and chest.
Jean
Meeting Jon makes me nervous. He’s specified that it should be just us two. I’m not sure if having John there would help or not. He’s confessed to Jon that he loves me, as I love him. There’s no question of John leaving Jon for me and I’m pretty sure that I don’t want him to. So Jon and I have to see whether we can get on.
(Even I’m getting confused, so I’m going to start using nicknames).
Part of me is impressed that Big Jon is even entertaining the idea that he and I might connect. He could so easily have just said “No” and that would have been an end to it. Which would have made me so sad… because I love Little John so much. It’s hit me like a train.
Big Jon opens the door of their home and our eyes meet. He has lovely sparkly eyes and my anxiety decreases a bit. He holds out his hand and I take it. Silently, he leads me to a bedroom and undresses, indicating that I should do the same. He leans down (as almost everyone has to) and kisses me, passion growing as his tongue pushes into my mouth.
His fingers wrap around my erect cock and he begins to slide the foreskin up and down.
“Erm… aren’t we going to talk first?” I ask.
“Later,” he replies.
After he’s made me erect, Jon drops to his knees and slurps my shaft into his mouth… very quickly forcing the head into his throat so his nose is buried in my pubes.
Big Jon seems, I’m learning, to go for things. No subtlety or discussion, straight to it. Meanwhile his throat is working around the tip of my dick and it feels fabulous.
He spends the next few minutes establishing that he’s a great cock-sucker. I am too, though. So I pull out and push him back on to the floor, clamping my mouth on to his cut cock and using my lips, teeth, tongue and breath to work him close to coming.
I climb on to him and guide his shaft into my hole. Little John has told me how Big Jon prefers to bottom but, judging by the grin on his face he’s enjoying being inside me.
When I climb off and present my chute to him doggy-style, he wastes no time in standing above and behind me and feeding his helmet into my waiting hole. He fucks me enthusiastically, grunting and sighing. “I’m gonna cum,” he warns and needs nothing more than my “Go for it,” before he’s spraying his jizz into me, reaching round and wanking me to an explosive climax.
Now Mr Impulsive wants to be Mr Cuddly, so he spoons me and eventually we talk about throupledom. “I needed to establish that we can successfully get it on,” he says. “Without that there’d be no point. Now we’ve clicked sexually, we can hopefully click emotionally.”
Jon
I can’t deny it. The way Little John and Huge Jean look at each other is difficult. I love to see the happiness that Jean brings to John but it’s difficult not to be jealous. I don’t feel threatened, Little John and I are rock solid and I know he loves me, as I love him. Huge Jean and I are getting there. I’m coming to love him and, I think, he’s coming to love me.
Having our first threesome at a naked resort was a good idea (I can’t recall whose it was). None of the other visitors bats an eyelid.
I love having Little John in me. I grew so tired, before I met him, of big-knobbed jerks who expected me to worship them because they had eight, nine or ten inches. John might be modestly endowed but he’s a fabulous lover. It’s something about the way he feels… and by that I mean what’s in his heart and head.
He’s inside me now and, as usual, he’s making me feel special. At the same time I’m sucking Jean. He’s come close twice, so I’ve backed off.
He adjusts and presents his pucker. I hear him grasp as the tip of my tongue touches it. “Go on,” he sighs as I explore the ridges and crenulations. Eventually, as Big John shifts up a gear, shoving his full length in and out of my hole, we move on to broad sweeps over Jean’s arsehole. His hand is on his dick and he’s pumping away. As I point my tongue, suck on his pucker and sink the tip into him he gasps “Oh, yeah,” his eyes close and he shoots thick streams of spunk. As Big John works his hips back and forward Jean recovers from his climax and sucks my penis into his mouth. It doesn't take long before I’m firing my sperm into him as John loads my arsehole.
We all collapse to cuddle and kiss. This is shaping up to be something indescribable: an emotional connection and fabulous sex.
We haven’t even got as far as trains, yet… or double penetration… or playing with toys, harnesses, leather… So many polyamorous possibilities!
This story was written as part of a Naked Men Talking Writing Workshop, in response to the prompt "Polyamorous Possibilities". Copyright remains with the author - this story cannot be republished or distributed without the consent of the author.
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