MY THREESOME IN PUERTO RICO

The heat of the Puerto Rican sun pierced my skin as I meandered through the cobblestone streets of Old San Juan, a stark contrast to the chilly embrace of the concrete jungle I called home. At 28, my spirit craved adventure and my body yearned for the warmth of human connection. As a white male, 5’8″, 130 pounds, I had always felt a bit out of place, a slip of paper caught in the winds of desire and expectation. Yet here, amidst the vibrant hues of the Caribbean, I found myself the subject of two such whispers, two bisexual tops with a curiosity that made me feel like the last slice of a rum-soaked tres leches cake.

Their names were Alejandro and Carlos, both with dark hair and eyes that danced like the salsa rhythms that filled the air. They moved with the confidence of men who knew their worth and were unabashed in their pursuit of pleasure. They were friends, locals with a shared appetite for the unconventional, and they had set their sights on me, the enigmatic foreigner who had stumbled into their realm. Their smiles were contagious, their laughter a siren’s call that drew me closer, despite the uncharted waters of the situation.

We met at La Placita de Santurce, a bustling square where the scent of fried plantains and grilled meats mingled with the sweet aroma of tropical flowers. The night was alive with the pulse of music and the clinking of glasses, a tapestry of languages and laughter that made the world feel both vast and intimate. Alejandro spoke first, his voice a smooth caress against the cacophony of the evening. He offered a compliment wrapped in the warmth of his accent, a gentle invitation to dance. I accepted, my heart fluttering like a moth to the flame of their combined charisma.

As we moved together, the rhythm of our bodies a silent conversation, I felt a sense of belonging I hadn’t known before. The weight of their gazes was intoxicating, a cocktail of lust and challenge that I found myself eager to consume. Carlos’s hand grazed my lower back, a promise of things to come, while Alejandro’s breath tickled my ear with whispers of shared secrets and passionate nights. Their energy was palpable, a dance of dominance that I found both thrilling and slightly overwhelming.

The night grew darker, the music more sensual, as we wove through the throngs of people, the air thick with desire. They led me to a quieter corner of the square, where the shadows danced with the flickering lights of nearby bars. Under the guise of a shared cigarette, they confessed their intentions, a proposal that left me breathless. They wanted me to be their bottom, to submit to their desires, to become the canvas for their artistry. It was an offer that both terrified and excited me, a chance to explore a part of myself that I had kept tightly locked away, buried beneath layers of societal norms and personal fears.

Alejandro’s eyes bore into mine with a fiery intensity, his hand resting possessively on my hip. He spoke of the pleasure I would know, the way he would make me scream his name as he claimed me. Meanwhile, Carlos traced a finger along my jaw, his touch a whisper of what was to come. He spoke of the gentle dominance he would shower upon me, his patience and skill a balm to the uncharted territory of my soul. They were a yin and yang, a perfect storm of passion and power, and I found myself drawn to the edge of the precipice, eager to leap.

Their proposal was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Two men, both tops in their own right, willing to share me, to mold me into the centerpiece of their carnival of pleasure. The thought was both exhilarating and daunting. Yet, in the warm embrace of the Puerto Rican night, with the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore, the fear began to melt away. I felt a thrill that transcended the confines of my previous experiences, a hunger that could only be sated by their touch.

We moved through the night, a trio of fate’s design, as they led me to a private villa nestled in the lush hills overlooking the city. The scent of the ocean hung in the air, mingling with the sweetness of the surrounding flora. Inside, the walls were adorned with vibrant art, a reflection of the passion that burned within them. The soft glow of candles cast flickering shadows across the floor, creating a sanctuary of sensuality.

The tension grew as we climbed the stairs to the master suite, the anticipation thick enough to cut with a knife. Alejandro took my hand, his grip firm and reassuring, while Carlos brushed a lock of hair from my face, his touch feather-light. They guided me to the center of the room, where a plush, king-sized bed beckoned like a lover’s embrace. The silk sheets whispered promises of ecstasy, and I knew that this night would change me, would redefine the very essence of who I was and what I desired.

Stripping away the barriers of clothing, they revealed the beauty of their tanned, muscular bodies. Alejandro’s broad chest was a landscape of dark hair and taut muscles, while Carlos’s physique was more lithe, a panther’s grace wrapped in human form. They approached me with the precision of artists, their eyes never leaving mine as they unbuttoned my shirt, the fabric slipping away to reveal the pale canvas of my chest. Their hands roamed my body, setting every nerve alight with the promise of what was to come.

Their lips met mine, a fiery dance of desire and exploration, as they tasted the depths of my mouth. Alejandro’s hand slid down to my waist, his fingers deftly unbuckling my belt, while Carlos’s mouth traveled a trail of kisses along my neck. They moved in unison, a symphony of need and want that had me trembling with anticipation. The coolness of the air conditioning kissed my skin as they peeled away my last layer of clothing, leaving me exposed and vulnerable before them.

The bed seemed to swallow me whole as they guided me onto it, my back pressed into the soft embrace of the pillows. Alejandro’s weight settled over me, his thighs parting mine, while Carlos took position beside us, his hand tracing lazy circles on my chest. They whispered sweet nothings in a mix of Spanish and English, the words lost in the haze of my building arousal.

As Alejandro claimed my mouth once more, Carlos’s hand drifted lower, his fingertips brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. A soft gasp escaped my lips as he reached my erection, his touch light and teasing. Alejandro chuckled against my mouth, his breath hot and heavy, as he felt my body respond to Carlos’s touch. They were in no hurry, savoring the moment, building the anticipation until I was a tightly wound spring, ready to snap.

Their hands moved in tandem, exploring every inch of my body with a hunger that matched my own. They took turns, one kissing my neck while the other nipped at my ear, their fingers tracing patterns on my skin that had me arching off the bed. My eyes rolled back in my head, the world narrowing to the sensations they elicited from me, the warmth of their bodies pressing against mine.

And then, the moment of truth arrived. Alejandro’s hand closed around my length, stroking me with a firm grip that had me groaning into the pillow. Carlos leaned in, his breath hot against my skin, and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking gently. The sensation sent bolts of pleasure straight to my groin, making me throb in Alejandro’s hand. They worked in perfect harmony, their movements synchronized, as if they had done this a thousand times before.

Their hands grew bolder, Alejandro’s thumb circling the head of my cock while Carlos’s hand slid down to cup my balls, rolling them gently in his palm. I squirmed beneath them, my body a tapestry of sensations, each touch a thread weaving together a picture of pleasure I hadn’t even known existed. Their eyes held a glint of amusement at my reactions, a silent acknowledgment of their power over me.

My own hands weren’t idle, exploring the contours of their chests, tracing the lines of their abs, and tangling in the dark forests of their chest hair. Alejandro’s skin was warm and smooth, a stark contrast to Carlos’s slightly rougher touch. I felt like a novice explorer in a land of uncharted sensuality, eager to claim every inch of territory they offered.

Alejandro’s hand stilled on my cock, his eyes burning into mine as he whispered, “Ready?” I nodded, the anticipation coiling in my stomach like a serpent eager to strike. He reached for the nightstand, producing a bottle of lubricant that gleamed in the candlelight. With a knowing smile, he squeezed a generous amount onto his hand and began to coat his fingers.

Carlos took over my mouth, his tongue delving deep as Alejandro’s lubricated hand returned to my aching erection. He gripped me firmly, his thumb circling the base, as he applied gentle pressure to my anus with his other hand. I tensed, but the anticipation washed over me like a wave, and I relaxed into their touch. Alejandro’s finger slid in easily, the slickness of the lube easing the way. He worked me slowly, carefully, as if tuning an instrument to play the most exquisite melody. Each inch brought a new sensation, a symphony of pleasure that had me panting and moaning into Carlos’s mouth.

Their breaths grew ragged, their eyes never leaving mine as they continued their tender assault on my senses. Alejandro added a second finger, stretching me wider, preparing me for what was to come. My body responded to their ministrations, eager for the ultimate connection. I could feel their own arousal, their cocks pressing against me, eager for their turn to claim me.

With a final kiss, Carlos pulled away, his hand moving to my face, tracing my jaw with his thumb as Alejandro began to move his fingers in and out of me. The sensation was exquisite, a dance of pain and pleasure that had me writhing beneath them. Their eyes held a fierce determination, a silent promise that they would take care of me, that I would experience a night of unbridled ecstasy.

The bed dipped as Alejandro positioned himself, his cock nudging at my entrance. I took a deep breath, my eyes locked on his, and nodded. He pushed in, slow and steady, filling me inch by inch with a burning pressure that stretched me to my limits. I gritted my teeth, my nails digging into the sheets, as he claimed me, the head of his cock brushing against my prostate.

Carlos’s hand slid down my body, his fingers wrapping around my shaft, which was now slick with pre-cum and lubricant. He began to stroke me in time with Alejandro’s thrusts, his eyes never leaving mine. The dual sensation was overwhelming, a maelstrom of pleasure that had me dizzy with desire. Alejandro’s rhythm grew more insistent, his hips snapping against my ass with a tempo that had me matching his movements, my body desperate for the release that hovered just out of reach.

Their kisses grew more urgent, their breaths mingling with mine as they claimed my body in a dance of dominance and submission. Alejandro’s hand found its way to my throat, his grip firm but not painful, a silent reminder of his control. I moaned in response, the heady mix of pleasure and surrender making me feel more alive than I had in years.

As Alejandro’s strokes grew deeper, Carlos’s hand tightened around my cock, his pace matching the rhythm of Alejandro’s thrusts. The sensation was indescribable, a symphony of pleasure that resonated through every nerve in my body. Their hands moved in a coordinated ballet, pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy with every stroke.

Alejandro’s hand left my throat, only to grip my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh as he picked up the pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by my gasps and moans. The headboard banged against the wall in time with our passion, a testament to the intensity of the moment.

Carlos leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re so beautiful, mi vida,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “So tight, so perfect.” His words were a balm to my soul, an affirmation that I was exactly where I was meant to be. I felt a surge of emotion, a mix of gratitude and desire that had me clinging to them both, my body a conduit for their pleasure.

Alejandro’s strokes grew more forceful, his cock driving deep within me, hitting that spot that had me seeing stars. Each thrust was a declaration of his desire, a testament to our shared passion. I could feel my orgasm building, a pressure that grew with each pass of his cock over my prostate. The room spun around us, the candles casting our shadows on the walls, a living, breathing tableau of lust.

Carlos took over my mouth, his tongue dueling with mine as Alejandro’s hand moved to my chest, pinching and rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through my body that had me bucking against Alejandro. Their rhythm grew more erratic, their breaths coming in ragged pants as they approached their own climax.

I could feel Alejandro’s cock thickening inside me, his movements becoming more urgent. His grip on my hip tightened, his teeth grazed my earlobe, and his breath grew hot and ragged against my neck. “Give it to us,” he growled, his accent thick with desire. “Let go.”

Their combined efforts pushed me over the edge, and I did just that, my body convulsing as I came, the release so intense it was almost painful. Alejandro followed closely behind, his body stiffening as he filled me with his warmth. We remained like that for a moment, locked in a passionate embrace, our hearts hammering in unison.

As the aftershocks of pleasure subsided, Alejandro withdrew, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He kissed me gently, a tender gesture that belied the fiery passion of moments before. Carlos took his place, his eyes gleaming with desire. He whispered sweet nothings in Spanish, his voice a soothing balm to my overstimulated senses.

He positioned himself between my legs, his cock standing proud and ready. Alejandro took over the task of stroking me, ensuring I remained hard and eager for more. The sensation of their combined touch was intoxicating, a reminder that I was the center of their world in this moment.

Carlos’s eyes searched mine for any sign of doubt, but all he found was an unbridled need to be consumed by them. With a smirk, he leaned in and kissed me, his tongue a gentle exploration of my mouth. His hand guided his cock to my entrance, and with a single, fluid motion, he pushed inside me, filling the space Alejandro had so meticulously prepared. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of fullness and pain that had me whimpering.

He took his time, his strokes long and deep, allowing my body to adjust to his length. Alejandro’s hand never left my cock, his movements a mesmerizing pattern that had me on the edge once more. They watched me, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction as they pushed me higher and higher. I felt like a phoenix, rising from the ashes of my inhibitions, reborn in the fire of their desire.

Their voices were a gentle symphony, their words a sweet seduction that coaxed every ounce of pleasure from my quivering body. Alejandro’s hand slid from my cock to my chest, his thumb tracing my nipple in a slow, teasing circle that had me gasping. “Look at us,” he murmured, his voice a velvet caress. “Three men, lost in the heat of passion.”

I couldn’t deny the beauty of the scene before me: Alejandro’s powerful form hovering over me, his muscles flexing with each thrust, and Carlos’s lean body beside us, his hand moving in perfect rhythm with Alejandro’s strokes. The sweat glistened on their skin, their eyes locked on mine, a silent testament to the connection we shared.

As Carlos took over my mouth, Alejandro reached down to caress my balls, his fingertips playing with the sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure through me. They were so in sync, so attuned to my every gasp and shiver, it was as if they had been doing this for an eternity. The friction grew, Alejandro’s hand moving in tandem with Carlos’s strokes, their movements a symphony of desire that had me spiraling out of control.

I could feel the heat of Carlos’s gaze as he watched my reactions, his own arousal reflected in the dilation of his pupils. His cock felt like a living, pulsing part of me, a conduit for the pleasure that surged between us. The bed beneath us was a canvas of tangled limbs and passionate sighs, a testament to the power of our union.

As Alejandro’s hand drifted away from my chest, he leaned in, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. His breath was a warm whisper against my ear, his voice thick with lust. “You’re ours tonight,” he murmured, his words sending a shiver down my spine. “Ours to explore, to pleasure, to claim.”

Their movements grew more urgent, their bodies a tapestry of passion and power. Alejandro’s cock slammed into me with a force that had me seeing stars, each thrust a declaration of ownership that resonated deep within my soul. Carlos’s strokes grew more frenzied, his grip tightening around my cock as he watched me come apart beneath them.

Their hands roamed my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Alejandro’s teeth sank into my shoulder, marking me as his, while Carlos’s mouth found its way to my neck, leaving a path of kisses that sent shivers down my spine. I was theirs, utterly and completely, a plaything for their desires.

Their strokes grew faster, more intense, as they brought me closer to the edge once more. Alejandro’s hand slid down my body, his fingers finding my prostate with unerring accuracy. He stroked it in time with his thrusts, the sensation a crescendo of pleasure that had me begging for more. Carlos’s hand tightened around my cock, his thumb circling the sensitive spot just beneath the head, his eyes never leaving mine.

Their breaths grew ragged, their bodies slick with sweat, as they pushed me higher. Alejandro’s teeth found my earlobe, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re going to come for us again,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise. “We’re going to feel you tighten around us, begging for our release.”

The pressure built, my body a taut bowstring ready to snap. I could feel Carlos’s pulse in his cock, his hips moving with a desperation that mirrored my own. Alejandro’s fingers played me like a maestro, each stroke bringing me closer to the precipice. I threw my head back, my mouth open in a silent scream as the tension coiled tighter.

The world narrowed to the feeling of them inside me, the sound of their labored breaths and the slap of skin against skin. The bed rocked beneath us, a testament to our shared passion. Their movements grew erratic, driven by a primal need that consumed us all. Alejandro’s teeth grazed my shoulder, leaving a trail of fire that seemed to ignite the very air around us.

Carlos’s hand tightened around my shaft, his strokes growing more deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. The tension grew unbearable, my body a taut bowstring waiting for the sweet release of the archer’s touch. And then it came, a wave of pleasure so intense it felt like a supernova, my orgasm ripping through me with the force of a hurricane. Alejandro’s own release followed swiftly, his cock pulsing deep within me as he groaned my name like a prayer.

As the storm of passion abated, they collapsed beside me, their bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of our shared climax. Alejandro kissed my forehead, his hand resting on my chest, feeling the rapid beat of my heart. Carlos’s hand remained wrapped around my cock, his thumb tracing lazy circles, drawing out the last drops of pleasure.

The room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat, a potent aphrodisiac that seemed to hang in the air, a reminder of the intimacy we had just shared. We lay there, our breaths gradually evening out, our bodies cooling under the soft caress of the air conditioning. The candles had burned low, casting flickering shadows across the ceiling, painting the room in a palette of amber and black.