*Disclaimer: The following is based on true events. Names, locations, etc have been updated for anonymity and privacy. Some details have been embellished to make a more compelling story and to reflect my personal preferences.
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Hi, I'm Rob. Welcome to the first part of a series I like to think of as journal entries, or confessions, into my prior life as a total slut. I don't mind breaking the fourth wall here, so let's set the scene with our cast of characters.
-Rob: main character; age: 24; height: 5'9"; weight: 150lbs; features: brown hair, toned but not overly muscled, caucasian, green eyes
-Jared: husband 1; age: 32; height: 5'11"; weight: 180; features: strawberry blonde hair, average body type but strong, caucasian, brown eyes, bearded
-Curt: husband 2; age: 36; height: 6'3"; weight: 200lbs; features: curly black hair and mustache, slim, caucasian, brown eyes
Now, let's get into it...
Working as a customer service agent in a call center is about as exciting as it sounds. Customers weren't overly difficult, so at least there's that. When there are no calls to answer, no emails to respond to, and a finished task list, I'm fairly free to keep myself busy with other distractions.
Distractions were important that summer. The month of May saw a turbulent relationship come to a close. Sure I'd already watched my favorite break up movies, Pretty Woman, being the penultimate. But at 24, I was still in a more naΓ―ve place, and my undistracted mind hates being alone with my own thoughts.
That summer was also the very first time I'd owned an iPhone. I was a late adopter coming in with the fourth generation. It was also something I had never really been able to afford before. Anyway, with free wifi at work and free time on my hands, I found myself creating profiles on a handful of apps, I'm sure know the ones. Shocking, right?
I absolutely loved the convenience of hundreds of men at my fingertips. Figuratively, for now. I still have OKCupid a shot every now and then, but these other apps served more, carnal, purposes.
Grindr is the obvious choice. Or even Hornet, back then. My favorite, however, was Scruff. I enjoyed the international factor of it; being able to browse men literally all over the world. I even once found a catfish of myself located in Brazil. It was flattering, in the moment.
I set up my profile, added some cute pictures and tag lines about myself, and of course, a few extra saucy photos for private eyes only. I made my presence known and waited for the woofs to come in. And did they ever.
I like to think I'm reasonably attractive, and certainly know the right angles for a photo, but there's still that wonderful sense of validation.
During those boredom periods of work, I was able to scroll through the locals. I lived in a big enough city to see several knew faces, but also plenty of familiar ones as well. Still feeling somewhat fragile from the breakup, I was never the first to reach out to a handsome profile.
One of those woods turned into chatting. His name was Jared, and he worked in landscaping. I totally dug that he was older, bearded, and a manual laborer. Someone who knew how to use his hands. I did notice, of course, that his profile showed him married, but open to fun. At that point in my life, it wasn't bothersome at all.
I couldn't tell you what we talked about. For certain, that polite and idle chatter lead to flirting and sharing our risquΓ© private albums. Jared's photos ticked all my boxes. Moderate body hair, broad chest, full bush, and a thick 7" cut dick. Likewise he seemed interested in my perky bum, my 6.5" cock, and brand new nipple piercings. With these conversations, more often than not, I was sporting a full woody under my desk waiting for work to come in.
Soon, he was begging to hook up. Well, maybe not begging, but certainly persistent. The only thing is, he wanted to include his husband. A threesome. My first threesome.
I was hesitant and downright nervous. Sure, in college, I was part of an, but I didn't really know what I was doing back then. That can be a story for another day.
Jared seemed absolutely infatuated with his husband, which I truly admired. Curt was a painter, a little bit older than Jared. Both of them were older, and taller than me. Trust me, I certainly fantasized about being in the middle of that steamy man sandwich. I just didn't have the courage, or the sexual confidence, to tackle something like this.
The other part, one I hate to admit, is the photo Jared shared of him didn't exactly suit my likings. He wasn't willing to share more, as he thought it wasn't fair to Curt. Curt also didn't use Scruff. So, I sort of let things fizzle.
Jared truly was persistent. He assured me they'd love to be my two forward, attentive tops. They had a house, so roommates making things awkward was out of the picture. Jared, with my permission, shared my photos with Curt, and the two of them were quite thirsty for me.
It was a steamy July Saturday when I finally agreed. Jared and Curt even invited me for a swim at a nearby river. Quite the humorous oxymoron to break the ice in temps rescuing the high 90s. It was hot, Jared was sexy, and I was horny. Besides, if there was no chemistry, no harm no foul.
I finally agreed to meet up. I showered and made sure my body was fully prepared. I put on a tank top and a pair of skimpy black swim trunks. And twenty minutes later I'm walking a foot-worn path through a sparse patch of woods to the local swimming hole.
This must've been a secret spot they knew of, as only two other guys were there. I spotted Jared, shirtless and wearing a pair of cut off jeans, standing close to the river's edge on a rocky beach. He smiled and waved me over. He was just as hunky in person compared to his photos.
"Rob!" he exclaimed. "So great to finally meet you."
Jared pulled me in for a hug. His skin was damp with sweat from the heat of the day, and I could smell his ripe pits.
"You too!" I said, trying, and failing, to not sound so dweeby. "Where's Curt?"
Jared turned and pointed to the middle of the river. There was a man submerged in the running water up to the neck.
"Curt!" Jared yelled. "Come meet our new friend."
Curt turned, and smiled. The water must not have been too deep, and he must have been sitting on the river bed for he stood up and water was at waist height. I think my jaw dropped. Curt was a specimen of a man. Tall, with thick chest hair and mustache that didn't overwhelm his face, which was a shockingly handsome face. The photo Jared shared with me had not done him any justice at all.
Curt started wading towards us, his ab muscles flexing with each stride. He exited the river and joined us, first giving a quick peck on the cheek to Jared before pulling in for a cold wet hug.
"Ah, yes," he started. "The famous Rob I've been hearing about. Well? C'mon boys, let's go swimming!"