I Ditched the Straight Bachelor Party to Have the Gayest Threesome
I would have died if I left Nashville before cumming in two Tennessee Williams.
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To my pleasant surprise, the straight bachelor party in Nashville was a lot of fun. I got to make out with countless bachelorettes and even one bride. (She told me she was lying about her engagement to get free drinks, but her friends seemed very mad when we made out, so I’m not too sure.)
Still, I needed some of that gay shit. For me to travel to a city and not pick up the guy with the fattest ass at the local gay bar? Unthinkable. It physically pains me even to consider that this was a potential outcome.
So, on the last night, once the entire bachelor party was sufficiently plastered, two of the other gay boys in the party and I peeled off to Play Dance Bar, which is seemingly the most prominent gay club in Nashville.
There is something so beautiful about the similarity of gay bars across the globe. Sure, it can get boring and homogenous, but I love the shitty pop music, drag queens, ripped go-go dancers, colorful lights, and mesh crop tops. I’ve even come to appreciate the bitchy gays who don’t give you the time of the day. While not ideal, it’s consistent—and when traveling in a foreign city, that familiarity makes you feel oddly at home. (I’m not going to unpack this further…)
Now the night blurs a little bit here. Twelve straight hours of drinking with a gaggle of twenty men will do that, but in classic Boyslut fashion, I ended up being the last of my three friends at the club, which meant one thing: Time for Zach to get laid.
Deandre wore tight leather booty shorts, a black mesh crop, red thigh-high boots, and thin black shades. He was rail thin—a fem twink if ever I saw one. It may be bi in me, but I love me a little femboy. He was there with his friend, Justin, whose body type could not be more opposite. He towered over Deandre, even though D was in heels. He even towered over my 6’4 ass. He had a big, black bushy beard, a deep voice, and high-top Nike Dunks.
One thought overtook me: How do I get in the middle of these two men? Deandre quickly took a liking to me, whereas Justin didn’t seem won over by obnoxious antics. (Fair enough.)
But when D and I started kissing, and he felt my hard cock through my (fashionable) joggers, it didn’t matter what Justin thought. D was driving, liked me, and wanted my dick. So when D said, “I know another spot we can head to,” I said, “Let’s fucking go.”
We headed to Trax but were inside briefly before the bar closed. No matter, it was still the after-hours spot. People were blasting music from their cars and taking handle pulls from alcohol they had strategically placed in their trunks. It brought me back to high school in Los Angeles—a time before we could comfortably drink in our homes.
D introduced me to his friends, and one of them was quick to call my gold sneakers “tacky.” I didn’t deny it. I simply smiled. Later, when he tried to kiss me, I politely declined. Honestly, he shouldn’t have tried. I was all up on D with my hands down his shorts, grabbing his bare ass. I was clearly D’s for the night, and he was loving it—showing off the hunk he snagged at the club. I love it when I’m a piece of meat. The catch of the day. The shiny trophy that boys pull out to make their friends jealous.
When a fight broke out between ex-boyfriends, we decided it was time to leave. D drove Justin and me back to his apartment, where I was growing confident a threesome could take place as Justin was finally starting to warm up to me. I realized that the less I said, the more he liked me, so I listened more and chose my few words wisely.
Back at his place, it was clear I would have to make the first move. I sometimes wonder what people do without me. Do they give each other goo-goo eyes, no one initiating, until they call it a night? Do people ever fuck if I’m not there? Just ask to make out!
That’s what I did while sitting on the couch between J and D, staring into D’s big brown eyes. Do you know what D said? Nothing! He smiled, kept eye contact, and nodded.
I placed my hand on his cheek, gently cradling his face. I brushed my thumb against his lips, touching them gently. Then I pressed my lips onto his, and BAM; we started making magic. Slowly at first, with pecks and breaks to look longfully at each other—taking in each other’s beauty. But our kissing soon intensified. Tongues came out and swished in each other’s mouths. His hands, previously by his side, now grabbed the sides of my torso.
I turned to see J staring at us—like a hawk eyeing its prey. I made a move over to J, but he remained still. It seemed like he was fine watching for now. I removed my pants and underwear, revealing my long flaccid dick hanging low past my balls. I kept eye contact with J as I stripped. He glanced down at my dick and then back up at me. His eyes widened, but he didn’t make a move. He knew I was down, and since I had already attempted, the ball was now in his court.
I turned back to see D wearing nothing but a black jockstrap matching his pointed, manicured nails.
“Stand up, baby,” I said.
“Yes,” he replied. I marveled at his lanky, boyish body. He was in his late twenties but looked a decade younger. I’m not typically one for younger-looking men, but I found his femininity alluring. The way his thin frame moved gracefully, like a dancer, his spaghetti arms blowing in the wind.
I wrapped my hands around his back and pulled him closer to me. He looked up at me, and I down at him.
“We will have a night you’re never going to forget,” I said, and D looked at me with big eyes and a hopeful grin—a face I’ve seen over the years. It’s not love, but it’s more than lust. It’s the knowledge that this night, and this night only, we will pretend we’re in love. Since we’ll never see each other again, we can drop our guards and enjoy the fleeting intimacy.
I let my hands wander his body, reaching his smooth ass cheeks. His booty was large for his frame. Still, objectively, on the smaller side—but perky. I licked my middle finger and pressed it against his hole, massaging it gently. He moaned and bit his lower lip. I kissed him for a little longer before slipping my finger in. He was tight, really tight. I wasn’t sure how he would take my entire cock, but as they say: Where there’s a will, there’s a way.
He grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom. I turned back to see if Justin would join us. He didn’t move.
On D’s bed, my cock was throbbing. This was the gay shit I wanted—what my body had missed.
We lay on the bed, and D went straight for my dick, grabbing it with two hands.
“I want you so badly,” he said.
“I’m all yours,” I replied.
He kissed the head of my dick, licked it, then opened his mouth, sucking just the tip. He let his juices run down my shaft.
“Can you go deeper?” I asked him.
“Um-hm,” he gargled before swallowing me whole.
“That’s my baby,” I said.
He held his mouth at the base of my dick. I reached over and smacked his ass. He squirmed but kept all of me in his mouth.
I needed to be in his ass. I needed to be kissing him as my thick cock massaged his insides. “It’s time, babe,” I said. He knew what that meant.
He grabbed lube from his nightstand and lay on his back, his lithe legs in the air, making a V. He doused my dick in lube. “You ready?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said, looking at me with puppy dog eyes. I grabbed a pillow and placed it under his lower back, better angling his hole to my cock. My head reached his hole, and I tried to push it in, but he was too tight. I fingered him a little longer. I then tried again. Again, it wasn’t fitting.
“Just do it,” he said. “I need you now.” I pushed harder, and at long last, my head entered him. He let out a deep breath.
“You okay?”
“Keep going,” he said. Every inch, I stopped, gave him a moment to breathe, then inserted slightly more until, at long last, I was completely inside him.
“You did it, baby,” I said.
We started slowly at first. I’d take my entire dick out and then put it all the way back in. But once I felt him loosen up, I draped his legs over my shoulders. I grabbed the top of his thighs and started fucking with force.
D’s moans got louder and louder, and his erect cock shot up past his waistband. His moans attracted Justin, who entered the room naked. His dick was very proportional to his body… massive.
“I want you to ride me,” I said to D. We switched positions. I was now on my back but strategically moved perpendicularly to the bed. D began to ride me, and I simply opened my mouth, with my head now over the side of the mattress. Justin, at long last, took my invitation.
He put his long flaccid dick in my mouth, and I wondered just how much bigger it was going to get because flaccid, this man’s dick was bigger than mine hard.
As I felt him grow inside my throat, I thrusted into D, grabbing his bare ass. Justin was impressed and aroused by my skills. He kept getting bigger and bigger, and I still managed to suck him from the base to the tip. When he placed his calloused hands on my throat and thrusted deeper, I gagged. He just kept going. This man was a mind reader. He knew what I wanted or didn’t care what I wanted. He was doing what he wanted, which happened to be what turned me on. He didn’t ease up as my gags got louder. D sped up his speed, his ass bouncing hard on my cock.
“I’m going to cum,” I gargled when Justin benevolently granted me one breath of air.
“Nah, you’re not,” Justin said. “You’re going to wait for me.” I quickly held D on my cock, restraining his movements so I wouldn’t cum.
Justin sped up his pump, and I prayed, prayed he would cum quickly because I wasn’t going to be able to last too much longer. The gods answered my prayers because a minute later, he grabbed the back of my head, pushing me all the way down his cock. His load shot down my throat, and at first taste, I shot deep into D’s smooth ass.
“Grmmbrlll,” I mumbled as I pelvic thrusted deeper into D. I swallowed every last drop from Justin, and when he finished. He didn’t say a word. He just went back to the couch and quickly passed out. I cuddled with D for a few hours until my alarm went off at 10 am. It was time to return to the bachelor party.
No one was surprised I had slept out.
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