Phase 1
By: James Calvin
Tags: True Story, LGBTQ, Sex, Friendship

“How are you?”, to which there is no good answer this year, but it’s

still a form of greeting. “Up and down, what have you been up to?”

In answer a series of photos popped up on my phone. “I’m not doing

groups of more than 4 for the moment.”, was his reply, but the number

of images was far more than 4. “Have you been playing?”, seemed the

next logical question. “Yes, but cautiously, and I missed you

so…”. “I’d love to play, I’m getting bored with porn, but then I

think we all are.”, and we all were. Every one of my friends, lovers,

and comrades in arms, had admitted to some of the same symptoms:

listlessness, an uneven sex drive, and boredom. “We’re in phase 1

now, so maybe we can play?”, I suggested. “Love to, what about this

guy?”, and another photo popped up on my screen.

C and I had played many times before, and in fact he was the host of

the party that I wrote about in “The 13th Man.” Short, stocky, shaved

head, African American with an infectious laugh he had always been an

amazing host, no matter if it was 2 of us or a whole party. He also

has one of the finest collections of playmates in all of Brooklyn, and

perhaps the tri-state area. It had been a few months since I’d had

sex with anyone but K, but it was, as we had said, phase 1, and if

things were going to reopen, well, I felt our beds should be a bit

more open as well.

K had actually already arranged to play with one of his fuck buddies,

and I was going to have the apartment to myself, so I figured that C’s

timing was just right. I was still suffering bouts of sexual ups and

downs, one minute so horny I could cum three times in a night just

getting stoned and watching porn, the next near the nadir of my sex

drive, which is probably still above average but to me seemed as if I

was nearly numb all over. A night with C and a couple of others

seemed like just the thing to bring my drive back on line.

K left for his night with his fuck buddy about 4pm and I got set up,

and got myself set up as well. Hosting for 4 is a bit easier than

hosting a big party but you still have to prepare. One of my favorite

props in our house is a sturdy couch over which I could throw a thick

comforter and our play sheets, because railing someone over the back

of a couch, or getting railed over the back of a couch, are two things

that should always be on the to be done list. With the back of the

couch covered by Sheets of San Francisco (look them up) and the bed

covered in a leather play sheet it was time for me to get clean too,

because it had been too long since I’d had random guys inside me, and

you don’t want to disappoint people at the first new dance of the

season. I took my time and made sure to be as clean as possible

because once we got started, I really hoped we wouldn’t stop until we

couldn’t move anymore.

About 6 C showed up and immediately stopped down to his briefs. I was

wearing my party shorts, which are like cut off sweats that have big

pockets, which are a good place to keep poppers. I’d set up the

kitchen counter with all the necessities, pot, poppers, and a bit of K

in case anyone wanted that. I’d put out lube bottles next to the

couch and the bed, because you know when you’re stoned and playing

you’re not going to remember to take the bottle or jar with you.

“I’ve only got one coming tonight so we’ll just be 3.”, C told me,

“That’s fine, even just us would have been fine, but the more the

merrier.” As if on cue, the doorbell rang and I went to meet RM, our

third for the evening. RM turned out to be a handsome, tall, somewhat

slim, African American, dressed fashionably but casually for our

evening. It was ironic to me that anyone would bother to dress up to

get undressed, especially with most of the city still hiding at home.

Who would even see how fabulous you were, your Lyft driver?

Nonetheless, RM looked great, and when he got to the kitchen and saw C

in only briefs, he also stripped down to the point where we were all

three, almost, but not quite, naked.

“I brought some weed.”, offered RM. “I’ve got a bong here if you guys

want to try this first.”, which they did and we all took a few hits to

relax. We engaged in brief small talk about what I do not remember,

but it was probably related to the current situation, a situation we

actually wanted to forget about, even if only for a few hours.

I could tell the pot was starting to effect all of us because our

bodies kept leaning closer together, slowly shrinking the space

between us until we could not help but touch, and we simultaneously

reached a hand out to touch chests, nipples, and caress the skin of

the others. I have always loved the 3-way kiss but it is very rare

for three people to start sex in that way, but, we did. RM was an

excellent kisser, which was no surprise because C is both an excellent

kisser and someone who does not tolerate those who can’t or won’t

kiss. RM being the tallest leaned down to me and C being she shortest

leaned up into us both. As we tasted each other’s mouths our arms

wrapped around each other’s backs and brought our bodies into warm,

firm, contact. We all started to get hard, and that’s when I decided

that it was time for me to feast.

Sucking cock is one of those things I could do all day, every day, and

it had been many days since I had two to myself. I pushed both C and

RM against the back of the couch, dropped to my knees and went to work

on both of them. It had clearly been some time since both of them had

seen much action because they were both hard, and I was so turned on,

that my cock just bounced on the floor, leaving trails of precum as I

downed them both, one after another.

C pulled me to my feet and we all kissed again and then C grabbed some

lube and fingered my hole. We really got going fast, but, when you’ve

been stuck in the pause position for so long, the moment you hit go,

you really hit go. I bent over the back of the couch and C pushed

slowly in. It really had been too long, but we got it going, and I

was able to communicate to RM that he should come around and feed me

his cock while C worked me from behind. Clearly, being spit roasted

was part of the phase 1 reopening.

I stood up, turned and kissed C, then we both brought RM back for a

kiss. C started fingering RM’s hole and put him in the same position

I’d just been in. Instead of spit roasting, we both went at RM, first

C, then me, then C. RM took long hits of poppers and was well

satisfied. C and I got a bit soft and brought RM up for a kiss, and

then I fingered C’s hole, lubed him up, and got him over the couch.

“Bed?”, C asked while I was fucking him. “Sure, you know where.” We

all took another quick hit from the bong and went into the bedroom.

“You know what I want.” C said to me, and, I did. C is an amazingly

skilled analinguist, and so I lay on the bed face up, and he put my

legs over his shoulders and went to work. He didn’t even seem to care

about the lube that was still there, just went to work, digging his

tongue into my hole while RM leaned over me and shoved his cock down

my throat until tears streamed down my face. Then C was back in me,

fucking me, and laughing, which meant he was very close to his first

cum shot. C nearly always laughs when he cums, and this time was not

different. As his laughter hit a fever pitch I could feel a full shot

load me up, and now I was super hard and very very turned on. I

looked at RM, “Which way to you like it?”, and he just flopped on his

back and put his legs up. I sunk into him right up to the hilt, since

we were all loosened up nicely now it was easy. I started a good

rhythm with RM and then C was instantly hard again, and he tried

making me Lucky Pierre, but something about our bodies didn’t let us

do that for too long and we all collapsed, panting on the bed.

“Water?” I asked, and we all got up and went back to the kitchen. “We

have other things, beer, etc.” They both had beers but I stuck with

water as usual.

We started another 3 way kiss and then C and I bent RM over the couch

again, a position he seemed to favor, and one which I was perfectly

happy to oblige. I kissed C as he pushed faster and faster into RM

and I could feel the giggles building up in C, so I knew we were about

to get shot number 2 from him. He let out a laugh and went off like a

shot. RM stood up to clear his head and had more to drink. “Bed?”,

asked C again and off we went to the bedroom.

For the rest of the night we went back and forth from kitchen to

bedroom, but the best was the end when we had RM over the couch and C

and I just took turns in his ass until we both filled him up, first C

and then me. “Welcome to phase 1.”, and we clinked our glasses as we

stood, sweating, panting and sipping our drinks.