Gay Threesome Sex With My Neighbors

The night air was thick with anticipation as I opened the door to my gay neighbors, Mark and Jason. I’d always admired their easy camaraderie and the way they moved together, almost as if they were one entity. Their presence filled my small apartment with a heady mix of excitement and desire. I poured drinks, my hands slightly shaky, and we sat, the atmosphere charged. Their eyes, usually so playful, held a different kind of intensity tonight. I could feel the tension in the room, a tangible force pulling us closer together.

Mark’s hand found Jason’s thigh, a bold move, and their eyes locked, a silent communication passing between them. I watched, transfixed, as their lips met in a searing kiss, tongues tangling, hands roaming. Their passion was electric, and I felt a rush of heat, a craving to be a part of this intimate display.

I couldn’t stop staring as the heat between my thighs grew.

I stepped closer, my breath quickening. Their kiss broke, and they turned to me, their eyes dark with desire. I traced a finger down Mark’s chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath, and then Jason’s, my touch light, almost reverent. Their skin was warm, inviting, and I leaned in, tasting them both, my lips lingering on their necks, my hands exploring.

Mark pulled me closer, his kiss fierce, and Jason joined, our mouths meeting in a tangle of tongues and teeth. I felt their hands on my body, roaming, claiming, and I welcomed it, my own hands busy, exploring the hard planes of their bodies.

They moved to the couch, and I followed, my heart pounding. Mark and Jason began to fuck, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm, moans filling the room. I watched, my breath catching, craving my turn. Their eyes found mine, a silent promise, and I stepped between them, my lips and hands exploring, our three bodies moving as one.