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Subject: Day Tripper - Chapter 3 Day Tripper A story set in North West England, in the town where I was born. (again, apologies for the slightly confusing story structure, which follows our narrator back and forth from an encounter with Tommy and Dan in 2020, to one with his brother Callum, and Paul, in 2019. If I started this again, I'd change that structure. For now, let's stay in 2020. What a wonderful, wonderful year that was. Or was it??) If you like the story, please consider donating to fty/ Chapter Three February 2020 Dan and Tommy sit on opposite sides of the bar table, looking up at me. I notice both their mouths are hanging open ever so slightly, involuntarily. They're waiting. If I wanted them to eat out of my hand, they would. I wish I'd started less assertively. Playing this role requires greater focus than I can muster at present. I had wanted to clear my mind of Paul. I'm not sure why I thought this would work: meeting Tommy, in the same place I met Paul - and now Dan, a third person, is involved....its almost a rerun of events. An echo - less sharply defined, less engaging. I can remember Paul's lips around my cock. Holding his tanned, lean body from behind as I found my way inside him. The smell, and the sensation as he craned his neck around to kiss me, mouth hungrily taking in my tongue. 'Jack?' I'm jolted out of the experience by Dan's voice. A momentary surge of irritation, and then some regret. This is my doing. I set this up, I chose to allow them to expect something from me. For a moment, I contemplate going to the toilet, and not returning...but that wouldn't be fair. They seem like nice guys. They deserve better than that. 'I was asking you what you enjoyed, Jack'. Dan is a few inches taller than me, so when he's seated his face is just above groin level. Nevertheless, his eyes are fixed on this part of me. I feel the taughtness at the front of my shorts, remembering why this choice of legwear is both so successful and, at times, so unfortunate. My cock, twitching at the thought of Paul, is clearly visible through the satin fabric. If my garments were a bit shorter it would protrude from the opening at the bottom. Dan is smiling from ear to ear. He may be asking about what I enjoy, but there is no doubt what he likes. He's looking for a response. I don't have any words, so I rest my hand on the top of Dan's head, and stroke his scalp, holding my hand there - a non-verbal 'you're mine'. And then I pull his head towards me, into my crotch, keeping it there just for a moment, pressing my dick against his face. He reaches around the back of my legs, stroking the hairs on my thighs, pulling me closer. I can feel the moisture from his breath through the fabric, the warmth of his mouth on the head of my cock and - The sound of cheering from behind the bar. Dan's co-workers either celebrating his prowess, or reminding him of the public nature of his surroundings. Potentially both. He pulls back, blushes, smiles. A look at the floor. The first moment since approaching us that Dan has shown some uncertainty, vulnerability. Suddenly I feel sympathetic, warm, protective. I crouch next to him, put my arms around him, kiss his cheek. He looks at me questioningly. This was the last thing he was expecting. But he seems thankful, and relieved somehow. I reach across to Tommy, who has said nothing throughout this exchange, but has watched intently throughout. He is close enough that I can reach under his upper thigh, allow my hand to move up towards his buttock. I move my finger in between his legs, under the balls, a suggestion that I'm moving up towards his arse. The gesture is enough, and he smiles. Dan's voice: 'I have a flat in the Baltic Triangle. We can be there in 15 minutes.'. He appears to have recovered his confidence. Tommy suggests we can get a taxi from outside the bar and we arrive there in 5. It seems they've both decided what they want. I tell them I think this sounds like an excellent suggestion and try and overlook the part of me that wants to climb in a different taxi and head in the opposite direction. I watch Tommy as he stands... maybe 5 foot 10...a couple of inches taller than me. His chest flexes, and arms taughten as he pulls his denim jacket over the hoodie. The muscles in his upper leg, the tight curve of his arse. He sees me staring, smiles, blue eyes flash back at me. I grab him for a moment, pull him close, press my lips to his. Surprised, he kisses me back. I feel his mouth open for my tongue. I let it flick into his mouth, and then remove it...let's not do this here. Dan is smiling slightly wryly as he watches us. He stands, 6 foot - maybe more, blonde, toned, tanned. He is desperate to get fucked. I let them lead the way out of the bar, watching Dan's arse, then Tommy's, and feel some enthusiasm return for what we're almost certainly about to do. -------------------------- Dan's flat is bigger than expected. A two room place on the third floor of a warehouse conversion. Red bricks, glass skylights. There's a certain warmth to it that these Didim Escort places tend to lack. I wonder how he affords this on bar wages. And yet, there's almost nothing of him here. The sort of blandly tasteful prints I expect they sell in the Tate Art Gallery shop; faux-leather furniture and uplighting that lends a cosy feeling to a space otherwise devoid of personal expression. A lesson from my father - you can learn a lot about someone in the first 60 seconds of entering their home. Something he would always use to his advantage. Look for the gaps - what is missing from their life? What might they crave? It's difficult to know where to start here. There's a large TV and music system built into the wall, a shelf of Penguin classics and - the only nod to individuality - a number of science fiction books and graphic novels. This is the only trace of 'Dan' in this flat. I briefly consider asking him about this, but encounter an inner voice - one I have learned to trust - telling me not to do so. Certainly, Dan and Tommy are unconcerned by interior design at present. During the taxi ride here, I had engineered it so they sat either side of me: Dan's hand on my right leg, Tommy's on my left. Just enough contact. Dan has been caressing my bare leg most of the way here, curling the dark hairs on my thigh between his fingers. At one point, he grabbed my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine, before sliding them across to my thumb, wrapping his fingers around it, holding just tight enough and sliding the 'hole' he had created up and down the shaft of my thumb. If I had been in any doubt what he wanted, this would have provided clarity. As it happened, I've had a sense of what Dan wanted from the moment I saw him. Tommy had been more restrained in the taxi but now we're here I can see that there is another side to him: a willingness to be forthright, assertive, given the right prompt. Unexpectedly, he inserts his body between mine and Dan's, pulling Dan towards him, crotch to crotch. As I stand behind Tommy, I move in closer, my hands reaching under his hoodie, his t-shirt, feeling the toned stomach, encountering a small line of hair running from belly button to a firm set of pectorals. I press my cock against Tommy's arse, enjoying as he squirms with pleasure, and pushes back against me. I reach down and unhook the zip of his hoodie, enjoying the feel of my cock against him. His white T-shirt is loose, easy to pull off. A ripple of his upper body as he reaches up so I can remove it. I feel any semblance of a cool facade slipping as his T-shirt slips over his shoulders, revealing just how toned, muscular, firm his body is. Tommy spends time lifting - I wrap my hands around his arm muscles - so much bigger than expected. I can't understand why this guy hides himself under loose clothing. My hands glide all over him, the pecs, the stomach.... his pecs again, his arms again. I kiss his shoulder, his neck, from behind, up towards his jaw, his ear, all the while running my hands over the muscles of his arms. I can't help but thrust against Tommy's arse again, and I see him smile at this. He reaches up to pull Dan's mouth to his. Dan - as surprised as me by this sudden directness - is keen to comply. I watch as Tommy holds Dan's head to his, inserting his tongue fully into Dan's mouth. Then, pulling away gently, he replaces his tongue with his thumb. As Dan sucks at Tommy's thumb, Tommy leans back to me, rubbing against the spot where he can feel the head of my dick against his arse, twisting his neck, opening his mouth - this hole, waiting for my tongue. I hold my tongue taught, stiff. He sucks on the end of it, and then takes it fully into his mouth. Suddenly, Dan is across too. I turn Tommy to face me, and the three of us stand in a triangle, looking at each other. I reach up and put my finger in Tommy's mouth, running it around his lips, his tongue, exploring this hole as he licks and sucks on it. I kiss Tommy on the cheek, pulling my finger out of his mouth, taking hold of his hand, and reach up to Dan, inserting both my finger, and Tommy's, between his lips. Right now, Dan will open wide for anything we care to give him. He bends a little so his mouth is at the same height as mine, and Tommy's, and we both lean into his face. I flick my tongue into Dan's mouth, and then pull it out again, and motion at Tommy to do the same. Dan sucks at both, gasping as one tongue is removed, and reaching with his open mouth for the other. We alternate like this for a while...my tongue, fingers, Tommy's tongue and fingers, in and out of Dan's mouth hole. I grab Tommy again, holding his face to mine, kissing him firmly on the lips. And then Dan is on his knees. On his face, the brief ecstatic agony of not knowing which cock to suck first. I slide up the fabric of my shorts. My cock is throbbing. Tommy fumbles with his buttons and whilst he does so I'm in Dan's mouth. Those perfect lips, wrapping themselves around the end of my shaft - the tingling sensation of his warm saliva, as I hold onto his head. Didim Escort Bayan I rest my fingers on his upper ears, caressing them, and then reaching into his ear hole, exploring this orifice with my fingers as I explore his mouth with my cock, working my hips backwards and forwards against his face. A slight gag from Dan as I hit the back of his throat, but he is too experienced to let this bother him. His face is mine. His mouth is my hole. He'll take everything I have. I notice Tommy standing and watching, perhaps waiting for his turn at Dan's mouth. But I'm too happy where I am for now. There are other things Tommy can do. I grab him and kiss his lips again, before applying pressure on his shoulders with my hands, a suggestion that he joins Dan, on the carpet, in front of me. He does as instructed, leaning around Dan, coming at my crotch from below, pulling the fabric of my shorts to one side, exposing my balls, and beginning to tongue the underside of the sac. As he does so, he runs his hands up and down my leg hairs, occasionally moving his mouth across to kiss my thigh. *quot;Kiss my feet, Tommy*quot;. I wriggle my heels so they're partly out of my trainers, and Tommy does the rest - he pulls these, and my socks off, and is down in front of me - running his tongue along the length of the foot, licking and sucking at my toes, holding my toe in his mouth as he would my cock. *quot;Good boy...*quot; Dan lets out a grunt of satisfaction as I fuck his face with greater rapidity. I hold his head at a slight angle, tilted down onto my cock, so that when I fuck his mouth it hits the top of his throat. Tommy seems to have decided he wants some cock too, and is up next to Dan, staring into my eyes, smiling eagerly. Tommy wants attention. I'm happy to supply it. I pull out of Dan's mouth and bend down to kiss him, rubbing his cheek, patting it gently. *quot;Take my shorts off, Tommy*quot;. He touches my dick with his hands for the first time - holding it up against me as he loosens the waistband, pulling the shorts and my briefs down together. He moves towards me, on his knees again, mouth aiming for the head of my cock - which I slide between his lips. Before I take Tommy's head in my hands, I grab Dan's shoulders, and push gently on the back of his neck, encouraging him down towards the floor, between Tommy's legs. Tommy wriggles out of his jeans as he kneels in front of me, revealing a surprisingly hirsute pair of legs. Another surprise - seemingly mild-mannered, gentle, Tommy isn't wearing underwear. Dan smiles as he notices this, and lies on the floor next to Tommy to take his cock fully into his mouth. Tommy lets out a moan, and returns his attention to my cock. His sucking style is gentler, rhythmic. He instinctively finds the sensitive spot on the top of my dick and runs his tongue around it, holding it close to his lips, sliding them across the head. If I fucked Dan's face, Tommy is seducing my cock. Not that it requires much seduction. Tommy lifts his arse slightly. It gives him a better angle to slide into Dan's mouth, and it is also an invitation to me. As Tommy works on my cock, caressing it, savouring it, I moisten my finger between my lips and reach down into his crack -feeling the ginger hairs circling around his arse, moving down it until I find the lips of his hole, applying pressure ever so slightly, playing with his hole, running my finger around the rim, slipping the tip of it into him. My finger needs more moisture....I stand up again, and reach down to Tommy's mouth, putting my finger in beside my cock. He flushes, a smile of recognition and delight, and I let him taste himself on my finger...licking it, moistening it, before I reach back down and re-insert it into his ring, up to my first knuckle. He pushes back on it, thrusting first up against me and then down into Dan's mouth, below him. Dan lies below us both, running his hands over first Tommy's legs, then mine. He unbuttons and pulls off his own jeans, and the boxers underneath, and slips his own finger into his arse. As he does so, he stops sucking Tommy's cock for a moment, moves his head and looks meaningfully at me, holding my eye as he plays with his hole. It is clear what this means. He points across at a chest of drawers in the corner of the room. I pull out of Tommy's mouth somewhat reluctantly, retrieving a tube of lubricant from the drawers. Tommy has manouvered Dan back underneath him, and re-commenced fucking his mouth. I hold my dick in front of Tommy's face, together with the lube. *quot;lube me up, Tommy*quot;. He smiles, squeezing the tube onto his palm, rubbing his hands together, and clasping them around my shaft, running them up and down to the head. The lube is cold against my cock, I can feel it soften slightly: *quot;warm my dick up, Tommy*quot;. Just for a moment, he pops it in his mouth, tasting the lube on it... *quot;thanks*quot; - I pull out of him, rub a little more lube on, and give him another kiss. I push my dick up against his cheek - *quot;you'll get it too, Tommy*quot;, and then I'm down between Dan's legs, which he Escort Didim is arching up to receive me. I put a cushion under Dan's arse, as I reach in with my finger, running it round the rim, and then I pull his hole a little wider. His legs reach around me, against my back, seeking to pull me in. The head of my dick is rock hard and I move it into place, brushing Dan's hole, slippery with lube. Dan's hole is ready, already wet. I feel his ring, tight around the head of my cock, relaxing as the head slides inside him. He takes it easily. I feel the warmth inside him, his flesh surrounding my flesh. Pushing up, inside, my dick is enveloped by his arse. I push a little harder and the head is followed by the shaft. Dan moans as my cock slides all the way into him. My whole shaft is buried in him - warm, wet - my cock enveloped by Dan's arse. Another brief clench, and then another release, as he gets used to me being within him. I start to fuck Dan's arse, building slowly, watching as Tommy does the same with Dan's mouth. Tommy moves around to face me - we are in Dan at either end, leaning towards each other. Tommy pulls my face towards his, kissing my lips long and hard as he fucks Dan's mouth. This just makes me push harder into Dan, faster. Dan is making yelping, sighing noises as I fill one hole, and Tommy fills the other. I return Tommy's kiss, and he opens his mouth again to let my tongue in. Tommy has gained pace, he's grunting 'yeah, yeah...' faster and faster as he pushes into Dan's mouth - his excitement building. I can feel a familiar sensation starting at the base of my balls as I watch Tommy go faster, and faster. As he gets closer to orgasm, he leans further forward, hips pressed fully down into Dan's face, cock all the way in. Dan makes an occasional gagging sound, and I feel him tense up around my cock and then release again. Tommy doesn't even seem to notice. I lean my body over the top of Tommy's and kiss his back as I thrust harder into Dan. I can see the muscles in Tommy's arms taughten again as he holds the weight of both of us, thrusting his cock into Dan again and again ' oh god, yeah, oh god'.... and then a loud groan, and he's done, falls forward, lieing his body on top of Dan's, pulling Dan's t-shirt up around his chest to kiss him underneath, caressing his abs. I can feel Dan shivver, and tighten again, moaning. He might be letting out cries if his mouth wasn't full. He starts to move his arse in time with my cock, angling himself a little higher - guiding me towards his prostate. I push in harder at this spot, thrusting my hips as fully into him as I can - 'can you feel that, Dan? We've both had your mouth, and now I'm in your arse. Your arse is mine.' Dan moans a little louder - the talk seems to work for him, as Tommy raises himself a little and, still in Dan's mouth, starts to stroke Dan's dick. Dan's cock - long, thin - in proportion with the rest of him. Me and Tommy smile at each other as it throbs in Tommy's hands. I'm so close now. I'm holding myself up on my hands and I'm grunting too as I feel it building, tingling, rushing, faster. Pushing harder as Dan's sighs and moans also reach a pitch. Several squeals at once, he tightens one final time around me and then one long moan as his dick releases, splashing over his upper body, over Tommy, against my hands and face. I feel the rush along my legs, my back, along my spine as my dick pushes, explodes, gushing, flowing into Dan's arse. I thrust again as the next rush comes, as the spunk flows out of me and into him. Keep pushing, in and out, filling Dan up with my sperm. My balls tighten to push out the last few drops and then I let myself relax, body flopping on top of Tommy's, as he lies on top of Dan. I feel the coolness of Dan's cum where it splashed on me, and wipe this with my finger, reaching down to Tommy and offering it to him to suck. He smiles, licks his lips and sucks my finger clean. We lie like this for some time until Tommy squirms out from under me, giving Dan room to breathe, coming and lying on the floor next to us. I stay on top of Dan, smiling at him, touching his head, fingers in his dark blonde hair, my dick still in him, running my hands under his t-shirt, finding the cum splashes, wiping the cum off his body with my fingers, which he happily takes into his mouth. I can feel my cock stiffen again as Tommy puts his hand under my t-shirt, finding the hair on my chest and caressing it slowly, in the way that Paul, and Callum before him, used to do. Just for a moment, Paul is back in my mind and, just for a moment, its possible to let him go - and just be here: this perfect blonde man below me, around my dick, full of my seed. This beautiful ginger man next to me, running his hands over my chest - finally pulling off my top, running his hands over the muscles of my shoulders and arms, coveting my body in much the same way as I coveted his. Tommy smiles teasingly, reminding me that I'd told him he was getting my cock too. As I kiss his lips again, I tell him I haven't forgotten. I don't need to think of something else. This is okay. We hold each other. We kiss, we touch. And things are okay. They are. They're okay. This isn't an echo or a re-run of events. It is something new. And things are going to be better this time. They're going to be better this time.