My name is Frank, and I'm a thirty three year old, six foot tall white dude with sandy blond hair that dangles around my shoulder. I consider myself an open-minded heterosexual with occasional bisexual urges. On a recent trip to Peru, I discovered more about my sexuality than I had ever imagined.
It all started when a friend that I made in Cusco turned me on to a white powder I had not done in a long time. After a few lines, I found myself getting horny, but not in my usual manner. For some reason, I was drawn to one of the many Internet cafes and googled "gay bar Cusco."
Some background on me, I've had some same sex experience, but not in a long time, and never by meeting someone in a gay bar. In all of my previous experiences I had been on the receiving end of the act: blow jobs and rimming, and I remember sticking my cock into an ass or two. But I never reciprocated orally, nor did I ever get penetrated. The first rim job I ever got was from a high school principal, and the best blow jobs and rim jobs I've ever had were all from men.
My idea, if I found a gay bar in Cusco, was to find someone who wanted nothing more than to jerk off together watching some lesbian porn that I happened to have on my laptop.
Suddenly, I felt the impression of a hard cock against my shoulder as I was following links. I turned around and saw a thirty-year old black man with a white woman standing behind him.
"Any luck with your search," the man asked with a smile.
I felt my face flush and said, "I'm doing some research for a friend."
"Sure you are," the man replied. "If you're interested, my wife and I would like to invite you to a drink. If you're not too busy researching for your friend."
I smiled nervously at the good-looking couple. She was about 5'6", blond hair, large breasts, with a voluptuous frame. He was just over six feet, dark black, and lean. They both had penetrating eyes and self-confident expressions on their innocent faces.
"Sure, that would be nice." I had no idea what I was getting into.
At the bar, we talked a bit about ourselves. I found that Jordan was a gynecologist and his wife, Misty, was a school teacher. They lived in Minneapolis and were taking a six week tour of South America. I'm a contractor for a number of financial firms on the West Coast and had told them all that I needed to take a month off.
"It's not difficult for Misty to have the summer off, but when you have as many women who don't want to show their pussies to anyone else, it's not easy leaving for such a long time."
Misty smiled. Her natural breasts ached to break out of her buttoned shirt.
"How about you? Where's your other half," she asked seductively
"I'm single at the moment," I exaggerated. The truth was, I was living with a woman back in California."
"Hm," Misty smiled. "Single, huh? I don't know how you'd feel about this, and frankly," she said, looking to Jordan, "neither do we, but..."
"But what?" I asked, feeling myself get aroused.
"Well, the truth is, we've had a fantasy of being in a threesome with another man for some time now," Misty said with some eagerness in her eyes.
"Also, we have to confess to having indulged in something that provoked me to stand behind you the way I did," Jordan added.
"Well, we are in Peru," I joked, keeping eye contact with Jordan as Misty put her hand on my thighs.
"What would you think of coming back with us to our hotel? We have a two room suite with a bathtub big enough for three just up the street."
I looked nervous, surprised, elated, and stunned.
"No pressure, of course. If any of us are uncomfortable, that's where it ends," she smiled.
"Uh, sure," I stammered. For some reason, I did not feel any anxiety about following this adventure to the next level.
We walked back to their hotel, with each of them on side of me holding my arm. I felt very special in that moment and could feel my cock stiffen.
Once we entered, Misty went straight to the bathroom and started running hot water as though scripted. Jordan opened a bottle of Chilean wine and poured three glasses. He also brought a large bottle of water with another three glasses, along with a modest amount of the Peruvian powder he spoke of earlier.
"Want a line?" he said with a smile.
"Sure, although I have to say, this is quite unusual for me."
"Us, too. It's been years. By the way, you never asked about our sexuality or what our thoughts were for this evening."
"Sorry for my apparent lack of curiosity. The feel of your cock on my shoulder gave me a little food for thought."
We both laughed.
"Do you mind if Misty and I undress..."
"Go ahead."
"I wasn't done," Jordan chuckled. "You. Do you mind if we undress you?"
My cock thickened and I felt Misty behind me putting her hands on my shoulders. Jordan's hand was on my thigh.
"Do I mind? I think that would be the most incredible thing that's happened to me all day. And I went to Machu Picchu earlier!
The two giggled as Jordan unfastened my trousers and Misty pulled down my zipper. As the large breasted woman reached up and took off my shirt, her husband got my sandals off, with my pants right behind them.
"Wow, you let this cock dangle in your pants with no underwear! Damn!' Jordan said holding my balls. My cock was dancing up and down to the touch. He leaned forward and breathed in my scent. "He already smells sweet, but I'm sure that a little hot water and soap and scents will make everywhere smell nice"
They both glided their hands over my ass and prodded me to get into the awaiting bath. We did one more line, and I was surprised when each of them kissed me full on the lips. I had never kissed a man, but I didn't pull away.
"That was a first for me," Jordan said.
"Me, too."
We both looked at each other's crotch, at which moment, Jordan dropped his pants and underwear effortlessly to reveal a thick, growing cock. He leaned forward and we hugged as our stiffness pressed against each other. Misty grabbed both of our cocks and led us into the bathroom.
"Guests first," Jordan said, watching my ass spread as I put one foot, then the other into the almost painfully hot water.
"Do you want me to prepare him the way I prepare you, or do you want to try?" asked Misty. She was rubbing soap with a cloth over my shoulder as I reclined in the egg-shaped bath. Jordan stood close to the tub with his cock inches away from my mouth and nose.
"Put your face against my cock," Jordan said gently.
I lay my face against his cock, first a cheek, then the other, then my nose as I smelled the sweat from his coarse pubic hair. Finally, I pulled back, and gave it a lick from the balls to the mushroom tip. Jordan pulled back and reached for a bottle of scented soap.
"I think I'd like to try," Jordan replied to Misty. "Why don't you offer our guest some breasts to suck on while I prepare him?"
"Sure thing, honey." Misty's fingers easily pressured me to roll over and face her imposing tits. I instinctively began sucking them as I felt my back being washed by her husband. I couldn't help but notice that Misty did not shave under her arms. This has always been a turn on for me, and as I moved from one breast to the other, Misty occasionally forced me into her pit, looking down at my reaction.
From his position, I could tell that Jordan had gotten in the bathtub behind me as he washed me from my shoulders down my back until he got to my upturned, round ass. The large tub easily accommodated us both with room to spare.
"Man, you must have some African in you, boy! Look at that ass," the muscular black man gleamed.
He massaged all around the exterior of my ass cheeks and then found his way to the inside of my thighs. My ass was puckered and extremely excited as he squirted some of the soap into the top of my ass crack. As the lotion streamed down, it was followed by Jordan's finger, which very gingerly pried my hole open. Not all at once, mind you, but over time. After five or six lengths from the top of my crack to my balls, he inserted his soapy finger into my virgin hole.
