For the most part, living in Portland was all parties, drinking, and crazy times, which explains all the random, trashy bars we had gone to. Like the Melody Inn in southeast Portland. Just another hole-in-the-wall bar with some of the trashiest people you’ve ever seen. It was fun at times, getting our whole group together. We’d hang around a pool table drinking and telling stupid stories. Other nights were spent at the dartboards. We rarely ever conversed with the trashy people. We just kept to ourselves.

One night, we sat around a table drinking pitchers of beer. Some of our friends were playing pool, but Cynthia and I decided to just sit back and relax. Then someone else we knew walked in. You can’t know who she is, so I’ll call her “Friend.” Friend had been out on a date, and you could tell she meant business. She wore a tight T-shirt that made her boobs look even bigger than they already were. And let me tell you, Friend had a nice, big, perky chest that made even women do a double take. She wore jeans and let her long brown hair hang straight down. This showed that she was the cool, down-to-earth girl.

Friend’s Date was a guy she knew through her ex. They had met many years earlier, and now that she was single, he went after her. He was a tall, good-looking man with a strong, toned build, short hair, and he had been in the military. Right off the bat, he seemed like a very nice guy. Friend always went after the bad boys, so it was nice seeing her out with a guy like him. They sat next to us and filled the extra glasses with beer. She then told us about the place where they had gone for dinner.

It was getting late. People began to leave, others were stumbling around, and Friend was now in her we-need-to-talk mode. I sat at the table finishing the last of the beer with Friend’s Date while friend stepped away to talk with the girls. Someone had to keep him company. He told me about the military, about his ex-fiancée, about the kid they had, and how he liked Friend a lot.

“You’re a nice guy, and trust me, it isn’t easy to find one anymore.” He smiled at me. “I have to. pee,” I said, and I headed for the bathroom. There was no one in there with me, until I heard the door open. Friend’s Date had come in. He walked to the urinal farthest from me, which is what most straight men did when they knew I was gay. As if I was going to stand there and stare at their dick.

We didn’t say much to each other until we were both washing our hands. Those stupid drunk conversations that never make any sense. We were both drying our hands, and then we just stood there looking at each other. I wasn’t expecting what happened next. Before I could say anything, he grabbed me and kissed me. He then pulled me into a stall and closed the door behind us. He kissed me so hard, touching me all over. I couldn’t help but think, This is Friend’s date. What am I doing with him? I pushed him back and left the bathroom, not saying another word to him.

I found Cynthia. “Hey, you ready to go?” I said.

“Where’s my date?” Friend asked.

“Bathroom,” I said. I turned to see him coming over to us. “So, you guys ready?” I asked again.

Friend looked at me, then at him, and then back to me. “Can I talk to you?” she said to her date.

Cynthia and I went outside to her car and smoked a cigarette. “So, Friend’s Date kissed me in the bathroom.”

“Shut the fuck up.” She pushed me back.

“Hey!” I yelled. I stopped him. I couldn’t believe it. Damn, I feel so bad.”

“Don’t. Friend said she kind of felt like he was into you,” Cynthia said. I looked at her, confusion on my face. “It was by the way he was so into talking to you and how all his attention was on you. Plus, he told her before that he kind of wanted to have a threesome with a gay guy.”

What an eventful night. I couldn’t get that kiss out of my head. Sometimes I found it so hard to believe the men who hit on me. I often wondered if I just made it all up in my head.

“Hey,” Friend said as she came up to us. “So, Cole, my date wants us to go back to his place and hang out.”

I looked at Cynthia. “Hey,” she called over to the rest of our friends who were now leaving the bar. “You guys want to ride with me?”

“Yeah, I can ride with you,” one of them said back.

“Cynthia…” I moved to closer to her. “You sure?”

She smiled. “Yes, go have fun.” We hugged, then she was off.

I got into Friend’s Date’s car, and we headed to his place. No one said anything. Anyone could tell that our nerves were jumping all over the place. Yes, I was nervous. This was my first time being a part of something like this. Then all the questions started playing in my head. What would happen? Would I have to do something with my friend? Would her date want to go all the way with me? Over and over, I kept asking myself these questions.

We finally arrived at his tiny apartment Friend and I went straight to the fridge. We needed drinks and we needed them fast. Thankfully, like most single men, he had more than enough beer for us. So, we began to drink.

“Why are you still dressed?” Friend yelled at him as he was trying to clean his place up.

“Umm…” He looked at us and then started to strip. “Sorry.”

Friend smiled and handed me a beer. Friend’s Date now stood there completely naked. I was amazed at how nice his body actually was, but I was more excited about how big his penis turned out to be. Friend and I went into the living room while she made her date wait on us. It was nice having beers brought to us, having our feet rubbed, and having my cigs lit… all by a naked man, whose dick was harder than anything I had seen before. The best part was seeing that big thing flopping around everywhere.

“So,” Friend began. She decided it was time to make things a little more exciting. “Suck Cole for a bit.” I looked at her, a little shocked. “Don’t worry,” she said, “we are both going to get ours.” He went right to it. He did everything she told him to do.

It was a little weird at first. Here I was with a beer in one hand, a cig in the other, with a straight man sucking my dick while one of my girlfriends watched. Friend told him how to suck, what to touch, and where his hands should be. He was very good at taking orders, and thankfully, he was also good at what he was doing.

“Okay,” Friend said as she took her pants off. “Come. and eat me now.” He moved over to her and did as she ordered. Friend and I sat there next to each other while her date was down on his knees, pleasing us both in turns.

I watched him as he went down on her. He seemed to really love the way she tasted. I have to admit, I was really getting into watching a man please a woman. After a few more minutes, she had him move back over to me. We kept him going back and forth for a while.

Finally she told him to stand. We both got down on our knees. I took him into my mouth first as Friend watched, asking him if he liked it and telling him to moan so we knew what he liked. His dick was a good eight inches and so thick, and his balls didn’t hang too low. He dripped so much precum that I could tell I was doing my best to show him that I wanted to please him as much as he had pleased me. I then let Friend take him into her mouth. I watched him as he reacted to her. I went back to sucking as she moved down and licked his balls. They had started to tense up, and his dick tensed up, so we stopped. He just stood there with his dick pulsing up and down, begging us to finish him off.

“Okay, back to us,” I said as Friend and I sat back down on the couch. He looked very annoyed. I knew he was getting close to finishing. But I wasn’t ready to stop, and I was sure Friend wasn’t, either.

“First grab us a few more beers,” Friend ordered him. I felt bad. He looked as if he was going to pop. Then again, we were trying to fulfill a fantasy, so we all needed to reach that point of release. He came back to pleasing us. This time he was working harder. He knew that in order for him to cum, he would have to get us both off.

“Hey, go get the condoms,” Friend demanded.

I turned to her but asked no questions. I would just go with the flow and enjoy.

He came back putting one on. He looked excited. “Who’s first?” he asked with the biggest smile on his face. He was a lucky guy and he knew it.

“Cole,” Friend said, smiling at me.

Her date didn’t hesitate. He got back down on his knees, pulling my legs around him so he had full access to me. He entered very slowly. His long, thick dick took some time to make it all the way in. Once he was inside, he began to push harder and go deeper. He tried to go slow, but Friend told him to move faster, to really enjoy himself. That dick was hard. I could feel it twitching deep inside me. The head opened me up so wide that I was worried I wouldn’t be as tight after being with him.

His body trembled every time he was all the way in, and by the look in his eyes, I knew this was something he really wanted. His hands traveled all over my body. Our lips touched, and our tongues danced. I could feel his body tensing as his breathing grew harder. His balls were smacking so hard against me, I couldn’t hold back my cries anymore. I felt myself relaxing, but at the same time, building up for something I knew would send me over the top.

“Don’t stop,” Friend kept telling him.

He went faster and harder, but he was trying to hold back. I could tell by how his body was shaking I knew he was going to cum. “FUCK!” he yelled. I could feel him twitching deep inside as the condom filled up. I gave Friend a look that said, That’s it?

“Wait,” she said as she stood up. “Did you cum?”

“Yeah,” he said, trying to catch his breath. “Sorry, I’ve never fucked anything that tight before. It was so great, I just couldn’t control myself.”

I just smiled. So, over an hour of foreplay only to end in less than ten minutes of sex. That wasn’t the threesome I was expecting. And poor Friend. But that wasn’t going to stop her. He tried over and over to fuck her, and I just sat there and watched. No matter how much he tried, he wasn’t getting hard. He was done, and we were not getting anymore. The second he lay on the couch, he passed out.

“So, what did you think?” Friend asked me as we stood outside having another beer and cigarette.

“He was good, I just wish it lasted longer.”

“I know, and at the bar, he was like, ‘I want to fuck you and Cole all night long.’ But no, he came once and passed out.”

It was sad. I needed a night of hot, deep, sweaty sex, and he seemed like the man who could finally give me what I needed. At that point, no man had ever been able to make me feel that strong sense of complete satisfaction. I just hoped that one day I would find someone who knew how to handle me.

“So, no crazy threesome?” Cynthia asked over breakfast the next morning as I filled her and Gina in.

“Nope, he came too fast.” I went on to tell them of my night. “Poor guy couldn’t keep up with us.”

Cynthia laughed. “I don’t even get how it happened.”

“Well, when he was at the bar, he told Friend he would be okay with fucking me, so she was like, ‘Threesome.’”

“Oh, so that’s all it takes?” Gina asked jokingly. “I want to have a foursome with that guy.” She pointed to an old man at the counter. He was paying his bill and could barely stand without his cane. We laughed. Apparently too loud since everyone looked over at our table.

“Shit, he would probably last longer than Friend’s Date,” I said…..