Image by the brilliant Stuart F Taylor What is the ultimate, best kind of sex? Oh, sure, we all have our favourite positions and our ultimate fantasies: I have plenty of these myself. I would like for two dudes to fuck me in a very specific way: I mean a properly co-ordinated spitroast: Spitroasting has some pretty awful connotations, not least because the word itself sounds like something no human could possibly enjoy. You need to go the fuck home, immediately. Two guys, both of whom were utterly beautiful, funny, and just the right kind of kinky, stripped naked in a hotel suite and did… well… all the things we wanted to do.
They fucked me, they fucked each other, they kissed right in front of me so I could marvel at the beauty of their faces smooshed together in silhouette against the window. One of them let me go down on him while the other fucked me from behind. And it was… so so close to a spitroast that it definitely counted. The first guy was lying down, and I crouched over him. Hands gripping tightly at his thighs, and lips wrapped equally tightly around his spit-lubed cock.
The second gent, with a cock just thick enough there was only one place it could go, rolled a condom on neatly to the base, gripped my hips and slid inside. He started slowly — as if going too hard would put me off my stroke. Then as I pushed back harder onto him he picked up the pace. Fucking me with solid strokes — crotch smacking against my arse with each of them.
Pushing me forward each time, so I took more of the other guy in my mouth. I opened my lips wider and willed him to make me choke on it. I still had a certain amount of control over how hard and fast I took him in my throat. But it was enough. Because as the first guy put his hands in the small of my back, and slid me down onto his solid cock, I tightened in anticipation of the next movement: So that in the middle I feel not just full but squashed.
Crushed by the sheer force of their need, and their desire to give me exactly what I want. I want to do it again. Until the fantasy spitroast is practiced enough to turn the fantasy ending into reality: Which leads to me choking. And the other guys tipping simultaneously over the edge.
To the greedy, excessive pleasure of feeling one guy in my cunt, and another in my throat. Gulping down the thick, salty taste of one while the other pulses and throbs, in almost the same rhythm, behind me.