All the Dirty Details of My Threesome With the ‘King of Bi Porn’

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I wasn’t sure how I was going to take his entire dick. While not enormous by porn standards, Wolf Hudson’s dick is likely larger than 99% of men. It was definitely going to be one of the largest I’d ever taken, and thanks to COVID, your boyslut was a little out of practice. 

That’s why I spent a decent chunk of the afternoon in my bathtub, working my way up to some of my larger sex toys, ending with the snug plug 5—the largest of the five snug plugs from b-Vibe. 

Looking at a threesome video Wolf had sent me, I figured the plug was roughly the same girth as Wolf. As for length? I’d cross that bridge when it cums. (Rookie mistake.) 

Wolf slid into my DMs back in January, after he read my viral piece on Hedonism II, a sex resort. At the time, I didn’t know who he was, but after Googling him, and seeing how he fucks so passionately and bisexually, I really wanted to get to know him—in a biblical sense. (He also looked like a hell of a great kisser, and despite having no lips myself, I, too, enjoy kissing.) 

I’m not in the business of pursuing porn stars. That’s not because I don’t want to have sex with them—I do. I simply know they’re constantly hounded by fans trying to fuck, and I don’t want to be another thirsty bitch who’s trying to get that D. Porn is also their fucking job. People need to respect that.

But when Wolf offered to send me an MMF video he shot after I posted something on my Insta story about loving threesomes, I did not decline. Once that bag was open, we started swapping nudes, and you know how that progresses.

After months of messaging and getting to know Wolf better, I learned he had a particularly interesting journey into porn was also doing wonders for bisexual visibility, so I decided to write a feature on him for Men’s Health, where I dubbed him the “King of Bisexual Porn.” 

The night we fucked, Wolf shared with me that he loathes the title because it makes him sound like a pompous ass, but that only makes me (and Asa Akira) like the moniker more. (Sorry, Wolf.)

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September 19, 2020

Last month, when Wolf told me he was coming to NY and wanted to meet up, my hole quivered. My body was ready. Given that MMF threesomes are Wolf’s specialty, I knew I needed to get a third for our endeavor. Enter Daya. I’ve seen Daya take dildos the size of my forearm in their gaping performances, so I knew they could handle Wolf. They also have a pussy, and you know what they say: The more holes the better.

Wolf got to my apartment right at 8 pm. He wore a suede jacket and corduroys with a black fanny pack. I wore my Adidas track pants and a black ribbed tank because that’s the only thing I know how to wear. I told Daya to show up at 9, so I could have a little alone time with Wolf prior. And, in the off chance Wolf was weird IRL, I could tell Daya to bail.

Wolf and I sat down on my couch and began chatting. I didn’t want to jump into bed immediately; I’m a classy hoe after all. (Wow, is that a lie if I ever told one.) That, and I over-douched badly and was feeling disgustingly bloated. I needed some time to let my stomach settle.

Wolf is a charmer. When I asked him why he was in NY, he said, “To see you,” while gazing into my eyes. I knew I was one of the people he was here to see, but boy, did that make me feel good. He has that effect on people. He makes you feel good, even when he’s not inside of you. 

Actually, “good” is an understatement. He makes you feel comfortable. When you speak, you can tell he’s not waiting for a lull in the conversation, where he can interject his own story or thoughts. He listens. When he does open his mouth, he speaks candidly, inadvertently encouraging you to be more vulnerable.

It was after he opened up about his relationship with his mother—and her response to learning about his career—when I found my lips pressing against his. My large frame straddled him on the couch as I gently held his cheeks and kissed him. Both of us quickly got hard. His being noticeably larger than mine.

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We took it to the bedroom and laid down on my rubber-fitted sex sheet. I didn’t know how wet this encounter would be, so I prepared for a waterfall of fluids and lube. Being a porn star, Wolf is used to having longer sexual sessions. I really appreciated that. We made out naked for a solid five minutes—which, by the way, is how long penetrative sex lasts on average—before we even touched each other’s dicks.

Then I unhinged my jaw like a python to swallow his python. I love gagging on dick, and gag, I did. I took the whole thing in my mouth. Am I bragging? Yes, yes I am. 

I then laid on my back and raised my legs over his shoulders. With plenty of silicone lube, Wolf attempted to enter me. He got a few inches deep before I asked for more lube and the bottle of poppers on my nightstand. After a long, deep inhale of Rush, my body opened, and Wolf made his way in. Being the gentleman and professional he is, he didn’t shift into jackhammer mode. He kept his rhythm slow and steady. Eventually, pleasure broke past the pain, and I reached the point where all I could say was “Fuckkkkk, baby,” in a voice an octave higher than my speaking voice.

Wolf would lean over to make out with me, and I grabbed his bubbly ass to push him deeper inside of me. I felt the endorphins rush through my body. All my usual worries and obsessions melted away. I love it when that happens while you’re getting fucked. Your brain can only focus on the internal sensation and nothing else. There’s a calmness to it for someone like me, whose mind is usually running a mile a minute. After a few minutes in this position, I was ready for doggy, or at least I thought I was. 

Nope, I couldn’t handle him that deep inside me. His last inch would hit my back wall, right before the colon curves. and I’d get that odd, painful sensation in my gut, so I told him to flip over so I could ride him (and control the depth). I also wanted a moment to shine. It was time for me to embrace my inner porn star. Legs planted by the side of his chest with my arms locked behind me, holding me up for support, I fucked him in the crab pose. Given his size, I didn’t have to worry about him slipping out. He was in there to stay. When I wanted that extra inch, I would get all the way up and down.

After a total of 25 minutes, I needed a full-on break. I also knew Daya would be arriving shortly, and that they did. Within two minutes of stopping, I heard my doorbell ring. We quickly put our clothes back on. Daya saw my freshly fucked hair the moment I opened the door. I nodded and said, “Yeah, he’s good.” 

We sat back on the couch, giving Daya and Wolf the opportunity to get to know one another better. Daya spoke about their OnlyFans, stripping, challenges of being nonbinary, and the new kinky sex parties they’re producing. I could tell Daya, too, was getting swept up in Wolf’s candor and magnetism.

The two, both native New Yorkers, vividly recalled where they were on 9/11. Both Wolf and Daya had family members who were supposed to be at the towers that day, but for various reasons, didn’t go in.

When I felt there was the right break in the conversation, I leaned over and kissed Wolf. I pulled Daya over, and we all began making out on the couch. Wolf suggested we move to my bedroom. Daya and I were more than eager. 

The threesome was perfect. All too often, I’m the “leader” of a threesome because I have the most experience. I’m the one telling folks what to do and making sure that one person doesn’t get more attention than the other to avoid hurt feelings. But this was entirely egalitarian. Things flowed naturally. Daya would suck Wolf’s dick as he sat on my face, and I devoured his hole. We’d switch to another position where Daya would eat out Wolf’s ass while sucking his balls. I’d then hover over Wolf so that he could deepthroat me. 

Seeing Wolf fuck Daya in the ass was one of the hottest sexual acts I’ve seen in person. Daya’s ass, first and foremost, is fucking huge. They’re also a self-proclaimed anal queen, and after their performance with Wolf, they proved themselves worthy of the title. On their stomach in the flatiron position, Daya took every inch in both their ass and pussy. 

I then was ready to be daisy-chained—something Wolf and I had texted about extensively. With Daya on their back, I stuck it in their ass, and then Wolf stuck it in mine. I genuinely don’t know how men stay hard while daisy-chaining. After about a minute, I lost my erection. I felt too fucking good. The sensation was all-consuming and overwhelming. But for that minute, we found a flow. Or rather, Wolf allowed me to discover the rhythm, where I would thrust into Daya, and then when I pulled out, Wolf would thrust into me. We were like a well-oiled machine. 

After what was about 45 minutes, we all needed a break. Well, to be fair, I don’t think Daya did. They truly are a champ. But Wolf and I did. I suggested we order pizza. I ate clean the past two days to prepare and was craving greasy food. We ate pizza while watching the vice presidential debate, which had just aired. After seeing the fly, we were over it and headed back into the bedroom for loads. 

First, I fucked Wolf while he fucked Daya. (He had no problem staying hard. It’s almost like he does this for a living.) Then I demanded Wolf breed me. “You sure you want this?” he said. I had never been more certain of anything in my entire life. Wolf then started to thurst a bit harder and got every inch inside of me. I struggled to take it but knew he would cum soon, so I didn’t want him to stop. Daya was next to me. 

“Breathe, Zach. Breathe,” they said. “Who’s a good boy?” 

“I am,” I replied, to which Wolf cracked a smile.

Then he came inside me, and I saw the stars. I wouldn’t let him pull out after. I wanted every last drop. Wolf was getting me pregnant and I would be keeping the baby. After a few minutes, I was ready to cum, too, and that’s when Daya worked their magic, and I blew down that back of their throat. Heaven.

We all laid there, cuddling. We were exhausted and lube was everywhere. I learned the rubber sheet doesn’t absorb anything, so you end up with lube on your neck and back, not just your pussy and crack. I turned my head and saw it was 1:30 am. We had fucked for a total of two hours. The time had flown by. 

I took one final glance at Wolf’s dick before he got dressed, marveling over what it could do. What that whole man could do. How he made me feel both inside and outside the bedroom. Then Daya and I kissed Wolf goodbye, and we all thanked each other for a magical night—one that Wolf and I had been anticipating since January. It was everything I imagined and more.

I went to bed that night with a big, stupid smile on my face. I wasn’t sure how I would take Wolf’s entire dick, but I did. It wasn’t through sheer willpower or stubborn bottom pride. I took him because of the connection we collectively created. Through the vulnerability that we shared. I trusted Wolf, and Daya too. 

I didn’t expect to have this connection with a pornstar. (I don’t expect to have this connection with most folks I fuck.) I didn’t think he’d be at my place for five and a half hours. I expected a more traditional Grindr-like hookup where the sex would be great without being intimate. I was wrong. 

Wolf has set a new standard for me. Not with his size, but with his intentions. Don’t get me wrong, once COVID cases drop, I will resume having quick and dirty, face-down, ass-up sex with SubBoy69 from Grindr. But I’ll also seek out more. 

Thanks to Wolf, intimacy is my new kink. 

Xoxo,

Your Boylut, Zachary Zane

(Note: I had consent from Wolf and Daya to share this story, and I let them both read the essay before publishing.)