I Had a Cum-Loaded Threesome With Two Daddies on My Birthday (Also Father’s Day)
Older men will always have a chokehold on me, figuratively and literally.
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Up until two months ago, I didn’t know Missoula was a city, and I surely didn’t imagine myself spending my birthday there. In fact, I never thought I would step foot in Montana—no offense to the Treasure State—but it just wasn’t high on my travel list. As we all know, I’m not an outdoor queer. I’m a city faggot.
But being a Boyslut leads to unexpected places (where I proceed to have unexpected sexual adventures).
While I was dying to find me a cornfed Midwestern farmer with thick thighs and fat ass, I instead gravitated to two San Francisco daddies. While not cornfed, these men still had them big ol’ asses I so desperately crave.
They were friends of my friend, and the four of us shared an Airbnb together. While we had our own rooms, after a long day at Missoula Pride, a Boyslut in-conversation, a queer sexual health panel, and a few drinks, I found myself naked in their room.
I was running on empty, exhausted from travel and speaking gigs, but I was so fucking horny. That’s what travel does to me. It doesn’t matter where I go, but the moment I’m outside New York, I become ravenous. Insatiable. I need to suck and fuck every and anything.
Perhaps it’s the fresh air? Or maybe the freedom comes from knowing I won’t accidentally run into them at House of Yes a month later. I’m a nobody in a foreign land. And this nobody fucks.
At one am, when I asked them if the three of us could leave the bar to go back and fuck, the daddies looked at me, then at each other, chugged their drinks, and said, “Yes.”
Back at the Airbnb, I sprinted to their room and quickly undressed. By the time they entered the room, I was butt-ass naked, erect on their bed. My cock was throbbing ‘cause a bitch was horny. Since none of us had lube, they brought a bottle of olive oil from the kitchen. (We definitely stained those poor sheets.)
When they undressed, I was pleasantly surprised. I’m a queer man who wears tight clothing because I am vain and want to show off my physique. I like to advertise the goods. They were humbler men who wore loose-fitting clothing despite having bodies that most queer men would flaunt.
“Good god,” I said as Jack undressed. He was a tree of a man, taller than I—at 6’5. He was all meat with a V-shape body. A broad chest and back that narrowed to a cut stomach. His shoulder striations looked like little pumpkins. His arms were enormous, and his hands were even bigger—so manly. (The thought of them around my neck again is currently giving me a boner as I write this. BRB while I quickly jerk off.)
And he had massive thighs, ass, and cock. I had hit the jackpot. His husband, Rick, saw my jaw drop as I marveled at Jack. He looked at me and said, “I know.” I loved seeing Rick’s face: He was still in awe of his husband after seven years of marriage.
Rick, too, was all man. All Daddy with a hairy chest and gut that makes you want to suck the skin off his dick. Since it was Father’s Day, I had to show my appreciation to them both.
Naked on the bed, our limbs entangled in one another’s, we began kissing and stroking each other’s hard cocks. Few things are better in the world than having a meaty cock in each hand. I feel powerful and in control. And like I’m being put to good use. I got two hands here; why not use ‘em both?
We grabbed the olive oil and drizzled them over our cocks. Olive oil is undoubtedly one of the best lubricants for dicks, but it stains (and you can’t use it with condoms). But in our situation, where condoms weren’t needed, and the sheets weren’t ours to clean? It made for an ideal lube.
I watched as all of our hard dicks pulsed. Bottoming wasn’t in the cards for us tonight, but I knew I needed to do something special for Jack’s cock. So big, with a mushroom head. A nice vein down the side and big ol’ saggy dad balls. I needed all of his package in my goddamn face. I needed to worship him—for it was Daddy’s Day, after all, and I hadn’t yet gotten him a present.
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