I Didn't Think 'Power Vers' Was a Real Thing... Until We DP-ed My Husband
I had never been so happy to be proven so wrong.
By Daniel Douglas
All photos are of the author, courtesy of him.
My hubby Chris and I are open in every sense of the word: our relationship, minds, hearts, and holes. He’s a short, sandy blond, curly-haired, muscle bottom with blue-green eyes and a perfectly perky ass covered in soft peach fuzz. I’m a tall, salt-and-pepper top with a mustache that says “daddy-in-training” and a dick that screams “suck me.” We play well with others, both together and separately, but that night, we were in the mood to take a special guest home for some three-way fun.
There we were, at one of our favorite gay dive bars, drinking our familiar drinks, saying hi to all the familiar faces, when across the room, I spotted a face (and body) that was not-so-familiar. His tanned skin shone in the neon lighting, his thick arms flexed effortlessly as he picked up his beer bottle, and after quenching his thirst with a sizeable swing, he flashed a megawatt smile that lit his brown eyes with a mischievous spark.
“Like what you see?” Chris joked.
I suddenly realized I’d been staring, transfixed, for several seconds. I let out a nervous laugh and accidentally caught this stranger’s attention. He met my gaze across the bar and tipped his baseball cap. I winked back and sipped my drink, hoping I looked as good as him doing it. Trying not to seem too eager, I kept my seat, knowing I’d need a second serving of liquid courage before approaching him.
“He’s hot,” Chris observed.
“Very,” I confirmed.
“Should we say hi to him?” Chris asked.
“Say hi to who?” a gruff but friendly voice interjected.
Chris and I swiveled on our stools, and there he was, standing right behind us.
“I’m Pedro.” He offered a steady hand to shake.
“Daniel,” I replied. “This is my husband, Chris.”
“Handsome guys,” he said. Pedro wasn’t wasting any time.
“Right back at ya,” we said in unison.
None of us being shy about sex, we quickly established that I’m a top, though I love sucking dick. Chris clarified that he exclusively bottoms and is a bossy bottom at that. Pedro was, in his own words, “extremely vers.” I have to admit, I wasn’t initially convinced. I’ve always been impressed by those who can flip fuck, but usually, most people lean more toward one side on the top-bottom spectrum, even if only slightly.
I’ll believe it when I see it, I thought.
We moved on to less forward topics: drag race, music, and travel, but somehow, it always came back to sex. Being around him felt so easy and natural that we lost track of time. After about an hour of casual flirting, I decided to shoot my shot. Being the Southern gentleman I am, I politely asked if I could kiss him. Being the confident, easygoing stud that he is, he nodded and turned his cap backward for easier access.
His lips locked with mine like we’d kissed a thousand times before. His tongue massaged assertively but not aggressively. Chris and I are both proud of being good kissers, but Pedro gave us a run for our money. As Pedro made out with Chris, I felt my cock getting hard in my jeans. When the three of us were all kissing and groping each other in a close huddle, it seemed appropriate to take him home with us.
We picked up a six-pack on our way, figuring it might be fun to watch a little TV before moving to the bedroom. We cracked open a round and put something on the projector, but for the life of me, I couldn’t tell you what it was because as soon as we sat on the couch, the three of us were all over each other.
I nibbled Pedro’s earring and kissed my way down to his sturdy, well-built shoulders, biting gently as he reached for my bulge. Chris pulled down Pedro’s athletic shorts while I helped peel off his black tank top. There he stood, in all his statuesque glory, like a marble sculpture of a mythological demi-god, only with a much more impressive junk. I stood there next to him shirtless and whipped out my heavy, throbbing piece. Chris dropped to his knees to suck us both as Pedro and I started kissing again. We sword-fought in Chris’ mouth until everyone was full hard and ready to fuck. Without putting our beers away or pausing whatever we were “watching,” we stumbled into the bedroom.
“Fuck yeah, boy,” Pedro growled at my husband, “You like sucking that big fucking cock?”
Chris, whose mouth was too full to respond, only moaned and nodded. I may be a strict top, but that doesn’t mean I’m always dominant. The way Pedro talked to Chris made me want to try a moment of submission, so I dropped to my knees and opened wide. Pedro grabbed the back of my head and shoved his thick meat into my hungry mouth. His full balls hit my chin as my nose was buried into his pubes.
“You both like sucking this dick, don’t you?” he asked.
I was already hard, but getting facefucked and verbally dominated like that made me even harder, immediately leaking precum onto my fingertips as I stroked. Chris was so turned on watching his dom top turn into a sub cocksucker he jumped onto all fours on the bed, begging to be plowed. Pedro and I immediately noticed and switched gears, stroking our big dicks side-by-side, licking our lips to take turns eating Chris out.
“Can I fuck him first?” Pedro asked politely.
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