GAY SEX STORY
"Three Hairy Men and a Sling"

“Mitch? It’s Cliff. I’ve just moved back.”

After working for two years in the Arctic, I had made a bundle of money, but the isolation had finally got to me – that and the absence of sex. Sure, I had given one guy a few blow-jobs, but it was a one-way deal – he had a family “down south.” Shame, he had the dick-of-death.

“Welcome back,” Mitch replied. “I wondered how long you’d last. Why don’t you come over this evening? I’ve got a new apartment mate and no we’re not lovers. But I think you’ll like him and our new toy. How about nine o’clock?”

“Great. See you then,” I said. After crashing for a couple of hours, I took a long shower, really cleaning myself. Maybe Mitch just wanted to talk, but I was hoping for more. After all, he had mentioned a new “toy.” And if his new apartment mate was a hot stud .... Easy on the fantasies, I told myself. Two years without “real” sex can do things to a guy’s mind. But I was still remembering some wild nights with Mitch as I drove to his apartment.

“Two years hasn’t done you any harm,” I said when he greeted me. He did look good – compact body, and he had sprouted a neat-looking goatee.

“I like your brush-cut, Cliff. It suits you,” he replied as his new apartment mate came into the room. At which point new fantasies kicked in. He was as bald as Mitch, but had shoulders like softballs and impressive biceps, and above his tight jeans, he was wearing a leather harness.

“Cliff. This is Kurt,” Mitch said, and when we shook hands, I knew this was going to be an interesting night. He had a steel grip, but the wicked grin he gave me was better than any words. We chatted for a few minutes – I suspected that Mitch was letting Kurt and I size each other up. “I’ll get the beer,” Kurt said. “You and Mitch can get comfortable,” and he headed to the kitchen.

I whispered to Mitch, “Good-looking guy.”

“So are you,” Mitch replied, and he put one hand behind my head and gave me a long kiss. Damn, it felt good. My body instantly relaxed and I started to unbutton his shirt. I wanted to touch his hairy chest again while our tongues explored each other’s mouth. Memories of what he could do to my body were not easily forgotten.

As I was helping Mitch out of his shirt, Kurt said, from the kitchen, “Sounds pretty quiet in there. Don’t start anything without me.”

“I’m going to show Cliff our new toy, Kurt,” Mitch answered. “Why don’t you bring those beers and join us?” We tossed our shirts on a chair, and Mitch said, “Follow me. We turned the den into a playroom.” And when he opened the door, I saw it – a black leather sling, with chains, hanging from the ceiling. “Kurt’s an engineer. He bolted it into the steel beams. Solid as a rock, like him. Want to try it out?”

“You bet,” I said. “I’ve always wanted to try one,” and we quickly shed the rest of our clothes. Mitch looked even sexier than I remembered, with his hairy chest and abs and a nice-sized cock. That was all I needed, especially when his expert mouth went to work. So I wrapped my arms around him, just to feel it all again. Then I sank to my knees so I could lick his balls and swallow his growing erection. Mitch clutched the back of my head and pushed his hips into my face. “You’re a master at that. Kurt is going to enjoy your skills a lot."

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