Unlocking My Private Locker: College Poolside Threesome Secret
Here I am, thirties now, cracking open my Private Locker. That mental vault where I stash the filthiest secret. The one that still makes my pulse race. Adrenaline hits hard sharing this. No holding back. It’s real. Changed names, but every thrust, every suck, pure truth.
College days. Best buddy Seb. Five years tight. Classes, sports, parties, vacations. His folks’ big house. Pool. Land. Parents gone? We owned it. Trust built. No shame. Heartbreaks. Hookups spilled raw.
Opening the Vault
Started with Canal porn. Alone downstairs. Zapped to Saturday night skin flick. Barbarian shit. Fur. Warriors. Fires. Cock out. Stroking slow. Lost in it.
Seb drops down. Towel only. I yank up pants. Hide my hard-on. He grins. ‘Watching the flick? Should’ve together.’ Shocked. Caught mid-jerk. But he’s cool. Drops towel. Naked. Thick cock swinging. Weird seeing bro bare.
Next day, party. His sis invites crowd. We slip garden. Summer night. Beers. Chat last night’s wanks. Classic dude game. ‘Show me yours,’ he says.
Pants down. Cock out. He eyes pubes. ‘Trim that shit.’ My turn. He whips out. Bigger. Groomed clean. We stroke side by side. Then hands swap. First time gripping another dick. Rock hard. Veins pulsing. Pump till we shoot grass. Cum arcs. Shared orgasm buzz. Complicity electric.
No hiding after. Bath together. Face to face. Boners raging through foam. Poke cocks. Laugh like dumb teens. Stare balls, asses. His shaved smooth. He trims mine. Me holding shaft. Him careful on sack. Balls now silky. Divine glide.
Summer. Seb bags Celine. Cute. Killer tits. Pear-shaped. Staying over. Pool kings. Music. Drinks. Mags. ‘Nude up.’ Maillots off. Cocks rise. Water games. Periscopes up-down. Towel dry. Still hard.
‘You still boned,’ he laughs. Leans in. ‘Can I suck?’ Heart pounds. Yes. Sun hot. Pool edge. His mouth warm. Clumsy licks. Pre-cum pearls. He dives deeper. I edge. Delay blast.
His turn. Thick beast. First cock in my mouth. Hot. Girth stretches lips. No teeth. Tongue swirl. Saliva drip. Balls smooth. Musky scent. Kiss ’em. Lick. Suck in. He lifts thighs. Ass offers. Deeper whiff. Intimate funk.
The Raw Intimacy
Switch. Suck. Tan. Swim cool-off. All afternoon bliss.
Forgot Celine’s break. Car rolls. Panic. Cover? Nah. ‘Stay nude. She’s chill.’ We lounge bare. Back down.
She hits poolside. ‘No shame, boys!’ ‘Your turn.’ Strips. Bra. Panties. Gone. Perky 90B tits. Round ass. Trimmed bush. Stunner.
Dive. I stiffen. Awkward. Eyes shut. Reopen: Seb pool edge. Celine on float. Sucking him deep. Hand on clit.
Instant rage. Balls ache. Seb nods me over. Whispers her. Dream hits. I sit. Cock offered. She takes. Girlfriend’s mouth magic. Shared with bro. Past sucks echo.
Lose it. Sperm surges. Pipe. Blast her tits. Huge ropes. Epic load.
Thanks. Leave ’em. They fuck upstairs. Sweet memory.
Locker shuts. Light now. See Seb still. No more sucks. Secret safe. Till now. Rush fades. Grin lingers.
