The Barn Threesome Sexcapades

Dan half leaned, half collapsed against the old door. Wet from head to toe, he shivered in the cold gusts of wind and cursed himself again for ignoring the weather forecast. And the dark clouds on the eastern horizon when he had set out on his three-mile run. Idiot, he chided himself, why couldn't you wait until tomorrow?

The downpour had started less than two minutes ago, about halfway through his run. At first the cool drops had felt good on his hot skin. Then they had gotten larger and colder, making him run faster, trying to reach the old barn before he was completely soaked. But he had lost that race. Now, with his skimpy jogging outfit plastered to his skin, he felt cold and miserable and longed to be back home, in his warm bed, with his boyfriend by his side, or on top of him, or . . .

"Thank God for small favors." he muttered to himself when he tried the knob and, to his surprise, found the door unlocked. He slipped in and closed the door again, briefly wondering if the owner would mind. Probably not.

Dan had run past this barn dozens of times, but had never stopped to venture inside. Hadn't even thought about what might be inside. When his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness, he took a quick inventory. Bales of hay stacked up in the back, almost getting the ceiling; more bales sprinkled around randomly in front of the stack; a small workbench and a few tools in the corner to his right; loose hay sprinkled knee- high to his left, an old blanket spread out on top of it. Above the blanket, one small window that looked like it hadn't been washed since Reagan was president. Not exactly the Ritz, he thought, but it's dry. Dry!

A drop running down his forehead, then down his nose and falling from the tip reminded his why he had come in in the first place. He shook his head energetically and sent droplets flying in all directions. Once out of the cold wind, he wasn't shivering anymore, but his wet and clammy clothes made his feel cold to the bone.

He hesitated briefly, then pulled his t-shirt over his head, wrung the water out of it as best he could, and draped it neatly over a bale of hay to dry. His tight shorts went onto another bale. He even placed his running shoes on a bale, although he doubted that the vicinity of the hay would do anything to get the water out of them.

A quick glance out of the window convinced him that these was nobody else around. Who else would be stupid enough to run in this kind of weather? Satisfied that he would have the barn all to himself, he finally slid his panties down his long, muscular legs and repeated the wringing ceremony one last time.

Stark naked, still wet, but not as cold anymore, he walked over to the blanket. Except for a few stains it appeared clean enough. He looked hard at the stains, but the dim light made it impossible to tell what they were. Spilled beer? Cum stains? Who cared anyway. He lay down and rolled around on the blanket until the crude material had soaked up most of the moisture from his skin. When he came to rest on his back, he felt almost warm again.

After a few minutes, his thoughts went back to his boyfriend and what he would do with him if he could see him now. He imagined his hands caressing his body, his lips on his, his tongue in his mouth or his tongue in his, and involuntarily brought his hands up to his chest. Small chest for sure, barely B-size, but so firm he never needed to wear a bra. Never. Too bad Jimmy didn't pay them the attention they deserved. Dan has been a cross-dresser ever since 13 years old.

What the heck, he thought. I can take care of them myself as long as he takes good care of my cock. Meanwhile, his hands moving tenderly back and forth over his chest had had an effect. His nipples stood up proudly and poked his palms, sending little waves of pleasure through his body whenever he moved his hands. And Dan was an expert at making these waves grow, making each one just a little bit more intense than the one before it, until the final wave swept his away and made him explode in a powerful orgasm that left his breathless and exhausted.

Dan slowly, almost reluctantly, released his right nipple and slid his hand down his flat belly until his fingers felt the little hair that pointed the way to his hard on cock. He toyed briefly with his pubic hair before he moved his hand farther down and ran his middle finger through the gap between his moist and swollen cock.

He sighed softly, wishing it was his boyfriend's dick getting ready to penetrate his asshole and playing his cock now, and spread his legs wide. The palm of his hand came to rest lightly on his pubic mound. Responding as if on their own, his hips bucked up and bumped into his hand, sending a shock wave from his sensitive hard cock responding great.

His hips and right hand cooperated perfectly and increased both the intensity and the frequency of the shock waves. His left hand remained on his chest, traveling back and forth between the twin nipples, alternately caressing the sensitive flesh and pulling lightly on his fully erect nipples.

Dan felt his juices leaking out of his cock and running down the crack of his ass, gathering in a wet patch on the blanket. Beer stains, he giggled. Not exactly the most likely explanation for the other stains. The thought slipped away as fast as it had come and he concentrated on his handiwork again. First one, then another finger joined the one already lodged in his cock. His hips increased their tempo, pushing his cock against the palm of his hand with each thrust.

Just when he felt the first tinges of an orgasm set in, he heard the sound of footsteps in front of the barn door. More than one set of feet, from the sound of it. For a moment, he considered scrambling back into his clothes, his panties at least, but he was too close to getting off to stop now. He had been his first; if some latecomer didn't like what he was doing, too bad. In any case it wouldn't be the first time that somebody watched him jacking off or having sex.

The thought of having a couple of strangers walk in on him pushed him over the edge. His hips jerked up violently one last time, his hand crashed into his cock, and he screamed with pleasure while he collapsed on the blanket, jerking uncontrollably. He never heard the barn door open and was only dimly aware of human voices, first cursing the rain, then gasping unintelligibly, probably at the sight of his naked, writhing body. But dealing with their presence would have to wait until his orgasm subsided and he could think rationally again.

When Dan finally gathered enough strength to takeout his hands away from his cock and open his eyes, he found himself sharing the barn with three men, apparently runners who had been surprised by the rain, just like himself. Still breathing hard, he sized them up quickly. The oldest one of the guys was obviously embarrassed, not wanting to look at him, but not knowing where else to look either. Probably married and faithful to his wife, he thought. The fool doesn't know how much fun he's missing. The other two looked more promising, about ten years younger than the first, early 20s, Dan estimated, and unable to keep their eyes off his body.

"Hi guys!" He smiled brightly at them. "I didn't know I had an audience."

"Sorry 'bout that." The senior of the group tried to return his smile but failed, still too embarrassed. "I wasn't.... We didn't mean to...."

"That's okay." Dan cut him off. "I hope you enjoyed the show. What's your name?"

"Joe. And I'm committed to my gay boyfriend."

"No problem, Joe, I'm not jealous. Name's Dan." He looked at the other two guys and they introduced themselves as Steve and Andy. None of them mentioned a gay boyfriend.

"Pleasure to meet you guys. Why don't you take those wet clothes off before you catch a cold?"

Joe was dumbfounded. While he still debated with himself if he should strip in front of his friends and a stranger, Steve and Andy followed his suggestion rather enthusiastically. Within half a minute they were completely naked, their clothes thrown heedlessly on the ground and their shoes kicked after them for good measure.

"Come on, Joe!" Dan teased him, now sitting upright in the center of the blanket, his arms resting on his slightly spread legs. "You are not prim, are you?"

Joe looked from Dan to Steve to Andy, all of them naked, and shrugged his shoulders. He stripped quickly and sat down on the bale of hay that was farthest from the blanket, pressing his thighs together to keep his swelling dick down.

"You'll dry much faster if you roll around on the blanket a couple of times." he suggested and moved out of the way.

Steve and Andy jumped on the makeshift bed and stretched out. Dan watched them roll around and was pleased to see their dicks getting hard.

"Won't you join us?" he asked Joe with a bit of interest in his voice, wondering if he really wasn't the least bit interested in his body.

"Thanks, I'm fine."

Dan shrugged and returned his attention to the two male bodies next to him. Both had sat up and faced his, openly admiring his physique.

"Your cock is so cute!" Steve couldn't contain himself any longer.

"They're called nipples, you chauvinist pig." Andy chided him in mock disgust.

Dan laughed out loud. "That's alright, call them nipples if you like. That's what I call them, unless I'm talking to my grandmother." He arched his back to make them stand out more prominently. "Want to touch them?"

"May I?"

Steve was kneeling by his side before he had a chance to answer. He just smiled, let himself sink down on the blanket and folded his hands behind his head. Steve took that to mean Yes. He leaned forward and placed his hand on his belly, then moved it up in little circles until he reached the edge of his left nipple. At the same time, he let his tongue dance around his right nipple, moving closer and closer.

"Yeah, that feels good." Dan encouraged him. He gasped when his lips finally closed over his nipple and his tongue caressed it lightly. Another gasp when he started to suck on it.

"You don't need both of them, do you?" Andy had moved in and pushed Steve's hand away from his nipple. Steve's reply was unintelligible, but he did pull his hand back. Andy wasted no time and wrapped his lips around the just-released nipple, sucking and licking it alternately.

Trusting that his nipples would be taken care of expertly, Steve decided to move on to his cock. He let the other nipple slip out of his mouth, positioned himself between his legs, and pushed them so far apart that his cock lips parted, revealing his erect cock and soaking asshole. He dove right in and licked up as much of his juices as he could, then spread his lips even farther with his thumbs and began to explore him with his tongue.

Meanwhile, Andy had taken over both of his nipples as expected. He kissed him way from nipple to nipple and back again, leaving traces of his saliva all over his chest.

Dan squirmed under the assault of two tongues and four hands. His continuous moans and the occasional scream of pleasure told the guys they were on the right track and motivated them to keep going.

"Fuck me now!" Dan demanded between gasps. "Steve! Andy! Anybody!"

Steve was in the best position to comply. He withdrew his tongue, swallowed the cock juice that was in his mouth, and got ready to penetrate his asshole. Holding his asshole apart, he placed the tip of his rock-hard dick at his entrance and thrust his hips forward until their pelvic bones collided. Dan let out another scream of pleasure .

When Steve rammed his dick into his ass, Andy gave up his attempt to keep his lips on his nipples. The way he was thrashing around, it just wouldn't be possible. He stretched his back to work the stiffness out, then knelt down by his head and offered him his dick to suck on. Dan reached out and guided it into his mouth. He closed his lips around it and traced the sensitive ridge of the head with his tongue.

Andy was in heaven. His expert tongue dancing around his dick, the exquisite suction, and his hand massaging the shaft and occasionally tickling his balls were exciting him more than anything he had experienced before. His gaze jumped back and forth between Dan's mouth with his own dick sticking in it and his cock, which Steve was fucking with hard and fast strokes, groaning each time he thrust his hips forward. He fought the urge to push his dick deeper into his mouth, trying to prolong his pleasure as long as possible.

Watching his friend getting a blow job right before his eyes was a new experience for Steve. Combined with Dan's tight asshole squeezing his dick, the sight of his mouth and hand working on Andy's dick aroused him so much that he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"I'm coming!" Steve grunted when he felt his orgasm set in. He thrust his dick into him as far as it would go and began filling his ass with his cum. With each jerk of his hips he let out a croaky grunt until his load was spent and his dick deflated slowly. When he felt his legs slip off his back, he took his cue and pulled out of his. He collapsed by his side, panting heavily.

"Wow, baby, that was fantastic." was all he managed to say -- which didn't matter since Dan wasn't listening. He let his head fall back on the blanket, releasing Andy's dick from his mouth with an audible popping sound.

"Your turn." he panted. "Hurry up!"

Andy was delighted. When Steve had positioned himself between his legs, he had expected to get no more than a blow job.

"Thanks, darling." He grinned from ear to ear while he climbed on top of his. Dan reached down between their bodies and guided his dick into his asshole, obviously not wanting to lose his momentum.

Andy didn't need any further encouragement. He fucked his hard and fast, knowing he wouldn't last long. His oral ministrations had brought him close to the edge and his tight asshole, enveloping his dick like a velvet glove, would finish him off in no time flat. Dan, close to another orgasm himself, sensed his urgency and met each thrust of his hips with one of his own.

"Yeah! Fuck me!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. He felt the first waves of a new orgasm radiating out from his cock. "Fuck me! I'm coming! Fuck me hard!"

His wild screams robbed Andy of the last bit of self-control he might have mustered otherwise. He drove his dick into his to the hilt and flooded his cock with his cum. Drained of all his strength, he barely managed to roll off his and collapsed by his side, both of them breathing heavily and enjoying the warm afterglow of their orgasms.

"I don't mean to interrupt you guys, but it's not raining anymore." Joe's words finally got through to them. They lifted their heads simultaneously and looked out of the window. He was right. Even a tiny patch of blue sky could be seen, although it would surely be swallowed by the clouds before long.

Joe and Steve had already put their wet clothes back on and were obviously waiting for Andy to do the same. He was in no hurry, though. He wrapped his arms around Dan and kissed him tenderly. "Thanks, babe. That was wonderful."

"And thanks to you." he said, turning around and gathering his jogging outfit off the hay. "Joe, I really admire your willpower. Ain't many guys who turn down a chance to screw me."

"Don't take it personally, Dan. I just don't cheat on my gay boyfriend."

"You should. Occasionally. You're missing a lot of fun."

"Whatever. Come on, guys, let's finish this run before the rain starts again." Joe opened the door and took off, obediently followed by Steve and Andy, who waved their good-byes and wished Dan a great day.

Dan closed the door and ran in the opposite direction, eager to get back home and under the shower with his boyfriend. Just have to keep his nose away from my cock for a while, he chuckled.