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I would have liked to say that the next morning our new life as a threesome started with a bang — literally and figuratively, but it didn't. The only banging was at five the next morning, when Harry and I were woken by Tom clattering around in the kitchen making a pot of coffee. His job at the bakery started at 6 a.m. Harry and I turned down Tom's offer of coffee in bed, and went pack to sleep for another couple of hours.

I woke for a second time and opened my eyes to see Harry's face closed to mine on the pillow. His blue eyes were staring at me. He was so beautiful!

"Good morning," he murmured. He moved his face closer to my, obviously wanting to kiss me. I didn't object at all, but reached forward to greet his mouth with mine. As we kissed, I felt my dick stirring. I also felt Harry's hand down below, fumbling for my cock. I, too, groped for his. "Thanks for last night," he cooed. "I needed that! I think we three are going to be great together."

"Me, too," I agreed, as he drew back my foreskin, beginning to masturbate me. I reciprocated by stroking his cut cock gently. We continued kissing and fondling until Harry suggested, "Would you like me to fuck you?"

"Nah," I declined. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet," I told him.

"That's OK," he told me. "This is fun, anyway." We continued stroking at each other's hard staffs until two more loads of cum joined the others on my bottom sheet. It was time to do a load of laundry, anyway!

Later that morning Harry and I straightened up the place a bit, and reorganized it to make it easier for three guys to live in together. I went to see the manager, who had his own apartment on the top floor. I let him know that there were now three of us living in the apartment, which remained rented solely under my name. He informed me of the rules governing my responsibility for my two "tenants" and gave me a third key for the apartment.

Harry and I also lugged the punching bag down to the storage area in the basement, along with his empty suitcases and some of my unneeded stuff. If we joined the boxing club, we would have the use of the boxing apparatus at the gym, and besides, I had another hanging bag rigged up in the empty basement of Dad's restaurant.

And so we quickly settled into a sort of routine all flatmates do: eating, sleeping, watching sports and other shows on the big screen wall TV, going to the gym, hanging out together — and sex, lots of sex, sometimes twosomes, sometimes threesomes.

We all got tested for STDs at the local free clinic, and all had clean results for everything. We made vows to each other that we would not have sex with anyone outside our threesome, but if we did, we would be sure to practice safe sex. This way we could be fairly sure that we would not need condoms with each other. Barebacking was king!

But I remained a virgin as a bottom! But my curiosity was gradually overriding my fear. Every time I took a shower, I would finger my hole, and soap it up, and shove one finger in, then two. Unknown to the others, I bought a small butt plug from one of the many sex shops in the West End, and started shoving it inside myself while I showered, or even in bed at night when the others were asleep. After the first cautious attempts, it didn't hurt any more.

Because Harry and I were the only two that spent much waking time alone together, it was, I suppose, inevitable that he would be the one to take my cherry. Tom's work shifts were from 6 a.m until about 2 p.m, so he had all afternoons and evenings off. Harry's shifts and mine and mine were almost identical, from late morning until around nine at night, and of course, that meant we were alone together in the apartment every morning.

So it was, that early one morning, while I was still in bed and playing with my morning woody, that Harry, stark naked, with a raging hard-on, came into my bedroom. He grinned at me, seeing my hand moving at my crotch under the top sheet.

"Wanna play a little?" he asked. Without even waiting for an answer, he climbed into bed with me. I turned on my side and he lay behind me. He prodded at my asshole with his rod, rubbing it up and down my crack. At this point, I knew that I wanted to take it inside me, but I was also feeling mischievous. I pushed back at his advances, and writhed and squirmed a bit, making him (and me) even more horny. But then, when I had raised his hopes, "Don't!" I exclaimed. "Stop, I'm a virgin!"

"You've got to be kidding me!" he snapped. "You go me going here!"

"No," I cried, "I'm not ready. I'm going to wait until my wedding day!"

Harry was absolutely pissed off! He gave up his advances and turned his back on me. "Fuck you!" he cried. "you're just a fucking cockteaser. I might as well go take a shower and jerk off there." He started to rise, but I threw my arm over him and held him down.

"I'm just kidding," I assured him. "I'm ready. I want you to be the first guy to fuck me ever!"

Harry turned back to face me once more, smiling now. I reached back to the nightstand to pick up a plastic bottle of anal lube which I kept there permanently now. I poured a little in my hand, and then spread it on his cock, and rubbed a little more into my asshole. Then I turned my back to him once more so he could restart his probing.

No-one of the three of us had small cocks – all bigger than average, I would say – about seven inches each – but Harry's cut cock had the biggest knob, the type guys call a helmet head! I was a little apprehensive as he placed it at my hole. I was sure it would hurt when he pushed it into me. And I was right! A moment of sheer pain as it slipped inside the first ring of muscle, then another as it slid through the second, and then it was inside me — and felt wonderful! I felt like I had accomplished something, some great feat, something to be proud of. And, in fact, I had. I had taken my first cock inside me.

"Does it hurt?" Harry asked.

"It did," I told him, "but not any more."

"Can I continue?" he asked.

"Please!" I begged.

If I had thought that it was wonderful so far, I hadn't expected the pleasures to come. Harry pushed into me and I could feel his cock inside me, pushing up into me, sliding up into my bowels, opening me up, going further and further, two inches, four inches, six inches, then his groin was hard against my buttocks and still I pushed back onto that impaling spike, wanting it all!

He started his withdrawal, and that started even more new sensations inside me. He pulled almost out of me, and then pressed forward once more, and again I felt that long shaft with its swollen head slip all the way up into me. Out again, then in again, out again, then in again! Over and over, and each drive felt better than the one before.

"Like it?" Harry asked.

"Like it? I love it!" I cried. "Go a bit faster," I ordered. So he did. Then slower, then faster again. Then he lay still and I could feel his meat throbbing there inside me. My own meat would jerk every now and then, especially when his cock rubbed over some special spot in my innards. It was all extreme ecstasy!

Eventually Harry whispered, "I'm going to cum soon. Do you want me to pull it out?"

"No! Cum inside me! I want to feel what that's like, too!"

As Harry picked up the pace of his pumping me, I clenched my asshole muscles around him again and again.

"Oh, God!" he cried. "That's fantastic. I'm gonna explode!"

And explode he did, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum deep into my bowels. I could swear I could feel the liquid squirting into me. I definitely could feel his cock spasming, and clenched my muscles again to get more of it.

I was almost sad when he finally pulled out of me. I felt like some part of me was missing!

We flopped back on the pillows, both exhausted, even though I hadn't cum.

"Wow! I breathed. "That was fantastic! Why did I wait so long?" We both laughed.

When I got home from work that night, Tom was already home. I waited until Harry came in before I broke the news to Tom.

We were all sitting on the Chesterfield watching a detective show when I broke the news during a commercial.

"Hey, Tom," I said. "Guess what? I'm not a virgin any more. Harry fucked me this morning!" I was a little worried that he might be resentful or felt left out, but his face lit up with unfeigned pleasure.

"Hey, that's great," he exclaimed. "I was hoping it would be me who got first crack at you, but at least you kept in in the family!"

Family? Yes, I guess you could say that. We were certainly becoming a fast-knit threesome.

"Anyway, I'm happy enough to settle for sloppy seconds. Can I sleep with you tonight?"

I agreed whole-heartedly. I couldn't wait to get another dose of cock to inject more mancum inside me. And so, after the late news, we said our goodnights to Harry, and Tom came to bed with me and gave me my second great fucking of the day!

Life continued to develop into a pleasant routine throughout that summer and into fall. For three guys who hardly knew each other when our shared life began, we now knew almost everything about each other and every crack and crevasse of each other's bodies. Our sexual relationships were unforced and without any embarrassments. It was sort of "I'm yours and your mine and it's all ours." Nor was there any jealousies if any two of us got it off together without including the third. I had known other pairs or groups of roomies before, and they always seemed to have some sort of petty bickering going on. That was absent from our little "family." The boys had taken to calling me Rick or Rico or Ricky, all of which I liked much better than Dick.

All three of us did join the boxing club, as we had suggested. It was nearby in the same run-down gym that I had belonged to for years. It was not one of these fancy, shiny, new gyms that was part of a huge chain. It was a sweaty little place upstairs over a convenience store and a by-the-slice pizza joint, both of which were open from midday to midnight. The gym was accessed by a narrow stairway between the two stores and was open from 7 a.m. until midnight. The boxing club functioned Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings, from 7 until 9, so Monday evening was the only time Harry and I could go there, but Tom could and did go regularly on the other evenings.

Dave, the owner of the gym was an old boxer himself, a real nice old man, but getting close to the time to hang up his gloves, so to speak. The boxing club coach was also an ex-pro boxer,in his late 40s, I'd guess, but just the opposite to Dave. He was a nasty piece of work who fancied himself as a bit of a tough guy. He always asked guys to call him Rocky, but most of the kids called him Punch (as in "punch-drunk", but they didn't add the "drunk" part). Frankly, I didn't like the way he was mean-mouthed to most guys, but always seemed to find some excuse to touch the younger ones.

Anyway, I guess what follows began one Monday night when Tom and I had gone alone to the gym for boxing. Harry had something else. to do that night. I forget just what.

Tom and I had done some sparring together and with other training partners. By the end of the two hours we had worked up quite a sweat, so we decided to shower at the the gym, instead of at home, which was only three blocks away.

We were alone in the dank, seat-smelling change rooms and in the showers Tom groped me a couple of times, enough to get my cock rising, but this was not the time or place. As we towelled off, I told him, "You'll just have to wait until we get home. We'll play then. I promise!"

"Are you gonna seal it with a kiss?" he joked.

I pulled him to me and gave him a little peck on the cheek.

"That's not much of a promise," he complained.

I clutched him to me harder and gave him a fervent open-mouthed kiss. He responded even more passionately. I guess we made quite the picture, two stark naked guys with woodies kissing in the change-rooms.

"What a couple of faggots!" came a sneering cry from the doorway. We broke apart and turned. It was Punch, glaring at us from the entryway. "Guys like you should be strung up by the balls," he snarled.

"Fuck off!" Tom cried. "It's none of your fucking business!"

Punch swivelled and retreated, dashing off, presumably to tell the world what he had seen.

Tom and I dressed, a little apprehensive about what sort of reception we were going to get from other guys still in the gym if Punch told them he caught us naked and kissing.

But when we passed through the main gym area to get to the exit stairs, we saw that there was not much to worry about. Most of the guys just looked at us, a little amused, smiling, and a couple of guys even gave us thumbs up signs, and even old Dave just looked at us, smiled, and shrugged, as. if to say, "Who cares? That's your business!"

Punch stood there, just fuming. I guess he was hoping the other guys would turn on us, or that Dave would ban us. Punch was the only person it seemed to bother.

I gave a goodnight wave to all, and Tom and I walked home.

We thought that was the end of it, but there was more nastiness to come. That Friday night, Harry and I both arrived back at the apartments at the same time, just by chance. When we went upstairs we found Tom at home bathing some nasty cuts and bruises on his face. He was going to have a nice black eye when the swelling went down.

"What the fuck happened?" I demanded. "Did you get mugged or something?"

"I guess you could say that," Tom told us. "I got jumped, alright, but by someone we know. He was waiting in the dark shadows just beyond the convenience store. He grabbed me and started punching the shit out of me. I didn't even have a chance to defend myself. I didn't see his face, but I recognized his voice easily enough. It was that asshole Punch! He kept calling my things like faggot and cocksucker while he was beating on me. I ended up curling up on the ground covering my face while the threw in a couple of kicks."

"What brought this on? Do you know?" I asked.

"Well, during boxing training, he kept referring to me as "The Fag" until old Dave told him to back off. He got pissed off that Dave wasn't taking his side, and stormed off. I guess he waited for me outside."

"Fuck, what an asshole." Harry exclaimed.

"Do you want I should call the cops?" I asked Tom.

"Nah, I never actually saw him, Tom decided, "so he'd probably get off any charges."

"Well, we can't just let him get away with it," I stated. "We're family and he'll have to deal with all three of us come Monday night!" I promised. Monday night would be the next time that Punch would be at the gym, and also the next time that all three of us would be free.

In the meantime, we all went to bed together in my bed that night, and Harry and I kissed and cuddled and sucked and fucked Tom — and got kissed and cuddled and sucked and fucked by Tom — in the best way we knew to make him feel better!

On Monday evening the three of us tromped in to the gym, ready to confront Punch. He was waiting for us, and as we entered , he announced for all to hear, "Well, here come out three little pussyboys! You guys wanna slap asses or do some hitting below the belt, eh?" he directed at us.

"You asshole," I challenged. "Take a look at what he did to my friend," I invited other guys in the gym. Tom still bore the cuts and bruises Punch had left on his face. Other guys eyed his scars curiously.

"I never touched him," Punch denied. "But whoever did, obviously doesn't like fags either!"

"You fucking liar and fucking coward," I yelled. "You hid in the shadows and jumped him!" I accused.

"Calling me a coward, eh?" he snarled. "Wanna prove it in the ring? Wanna face me man to man? Or is it you that's the coward?"

Even though I knew that he was a far more experienced boxer than I was, I accepted his challenge: "You're on," I told him. "But I need a little time to prepare. Give me a week to train!" I demanded.

"Right now, or never," he insisted.

But some of the onlookers started to grumble: "Give him some time." "Let Rick train a bit!" "Be a sport!" Under their urgings, Punch defiantly buckled a bit.

"OK. One week," he reluctantly agreed. "Next Monday night," he said. "Right here. Be ready to eat your words and get your face smashed in!" he growled.

The three of us stayed for the usual two hours to spar together and work out under the baleful watch of Punch, who never missed a chance to mutter some nasty comment. We just ignored him.

We all three took a shower together in the sweaty old locker room, just to piss Punch off more, then went home to plan my offensive.

Punch was a lot heavier than I, and probably a lot stronger, and certainly had far more experience in the ring. But I knew that I was faster on my feet and had a longer reach than he did. I also knew that it probably wouldn't stop me from getting beaten up, but my speed and reach might save me from getting too badly mangled, and I might be able to land some punishing blows to Punch.

We dragged my standing punching bag back up from storage, and I would dance by that whenever I could and give it some punishing blows, but there was little room to move, so each evening after work, I would go down to the basement of Dad's restaurant, where I already had my hanging bag set up, and work out on that. I would get home from work each night already hot and sweaty, arms and calves aching from the exercise, and one or both of my friends would give me a rub-down – and more ...

Come Monday night, we were greeted by quite a surprise when we arrived at the gym. On any normal night there would be maybe 20 guys in the gym at most. This Monday night there were at least fifty and more trickling in. The word must have gotten around. Were they here to see Punch get his, or to see me get plastered?

We headed to the change room to get me ready. In this old gym, there was not the luxury of separate change rooms, so Punch was already in there, getting his hands wrapped by one of the guys, Danny, who must have volunteered to be Punch's second.

"Humph!" Punch snorted."I thought you'd chicken out!" he added.

We ignored him. Danny finished wrapping him and slipped on and fastened Punch's gloves, then the two of them left to wait on the benches for the fight to begin.

"Hurry up," Punch taunted as they departed. "I can't wait to beat the shit out of you!"

When I was ready and the three of us went out into the gym, a cheer went up from the crowd of maybe 75 guys who had gathered to watch. It was obvious that Punch was not well-liked. He glowered at me from the other side of the portable ring which had been set up. It was usually dismantled and stowed away except for matches. Punch glared at the spectators and at me from the other corner of the ring where he had stationed himself.

Old Dave himself was doing double duty as both announcer and referee this night. A couple of other members had volunteered to be timers. Punch and I climbed into the ring, and Dave announced us.

At the bell, Punch came at me like a bull. I had hardly left my corner when the first of his heavy blows exploded against my ribs. The breath was knocked out of me. He struck me two more blows to the body before I gathered my senses and danced back, out of his reach, just as he aimed another at my head, but it whizzed by me. I fell into a rhythm now, and was able to keep out of his reach for the most part, but every now and then he would land one that rocked me. I did manage to get the occasional blow at his head, but they did not seem to faze him. As for the blows I landed on his body, it was almost as if he didn't feel them at all. I was definitely not scoring points in this match. By the end of the first round I was already the worse for wear.

As I took the quick rest before Round Two, Tom, as my second, begged me, "Give up now, Ricky. You don't need to take a beating for my sake."

"He's not going to get away with beating on you so easily," I declared, as the bell went for Round Two. As the new round progressed, Punch's years of experience showed. He may have been heavier on his feet than I was, but he came at me like a bulldozer again and again. He was tiring me out trying to avoid him while I laid ineffectual blows on his body.

Toward the end of the second, I knew I was almost done. He made another mad rush pummelling me back toward the ropes. I fell back against them heavily, and as they sprang taut and pushed me forward, Punch was charging in for the kill. Just at that moment I gathered my resolve and wildly swung a stright left at his head as the ropes threw me forward, putting all my strength behind it. It connected with a SPLAT! It must have connected with just the right force in just the right place. His mouthguard. went flying. Only his forward momentum kept him upright for a moment, then he swayed, his knees buckled, and he sank heavily to the floor, sitting there dazed and wobbly. He tried to get up as Dave started the count, but couldn't. He sank back to the mat once more as Dave finished the count.

A few interminable moments later, Dave raised my arm, declaring me the winner, and the crowd roared their approval. My two partners climbed into the ring, hugging me and dancing around, while Danny, Punch's second, helped the still-dazed loser out of the ring and into the change rooms

A few minutes later I was still revelling in the congratulations from Dave and other gym members and boxing club members, when Punch came storming out of the dressing room with all his belongings and headed for the exit.

"I quit!" he shouted at Dave. "You can find yourself another coach for all these assholes!" And he charged off down the stairs, never to be seen again.

We headed home quite happily, despite both Tom and I sporting bruises and cuts and black eyes. Punch's blows had split my left brow and blackened my eye. Now we were ready to celebrate!

Safely home, a couple of relaxing beers, and then it was off to my bedroom. A threesome was definitely called for. It took us no time at all to be naked with very hard erections just dying for release. We started slow, with lots of kissing and hugging and rubbing together at first, but that soon turned into groping and masturbating, and sucking in various combinations. I don't recall all the variations of that night, but I do remember that at one point it was Harry's turn to top and Tom's to be on the receiving end of his cock. So that we could all get off at the same time, Tom lay on his back and raised his legs to let Harry at his hot hole. Harry wriggled forward and buried his shaft in Tom's hot spot. Tom's hard waved above his crotch invitingly, so I straddled Tom and took his cock in my mouth. My own cock was dangling over Tom's face, and he wasted no time in capturing it in his own mouth. While Harry fucked Tom, he and I sucked at each other greedily. All three of us were already keyed up and excited by the evening's activities, so it didn't take long before all three of us came almost simultaneously, Harry depositing his seed deep inside Tom, while Tom's cum filled my mouth, almost choking me, and my own juices flowed into Tom's mouth and he greedily swallowed them down.

It had been quite a night, and we all slept soundly together!

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