10 Times Three

By Bad Penny Press

From the “Trios” collection -- "Synchronicity" - "Bunkmates" - "Double Dipping"

From the “Trios Volume 2” collection -- "Along for the Ride" - "Stable Relationship" - "Truth or Dare"

From the “Trios Volume 3” collection -- “Welcome to the Neighborhood” – “Caboose Club” -“Brotherhood”

And a PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHED STORY -- “Full Service,” a story of a man impressed with the service provided by the mattress company. Awesome delivery, set-up, and even a test of the new bed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bad Penny Press
• Release date: Aug 26, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465982766

Bad Penny Press

The home of authors Donny Dickson, Donn Falcone, Ray O. Sunshine and more, Bad Penny Press provides hardcore erotica that doesn't necessarily cross the line, but proudly stomps all over it.Our most popular stories center around "family-friendly" erotica, where love and lust know no bounds, just respected limits, but keep it all in the family. And there are many stories of cross-generational gay and heterosexual encounters, those demonstrating that an age difference makes no difference when it comes to sexual hunger, are the current primary focus.Some Bad Penny Press stories spring from fertile imaginations, while a number of them are based upon true experiences. Rape and BDSM stories do not have a home here.Please enjoy Bad Penny Press in moderation. Aw, hell... take as much as you want!

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10 Times Three

Ten hardcore tales of gay threesomes

Copyright 2011 Bad Penny Press

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Table of Contents:

Synchronicity

Bunkmates

Double Dipping

Along for the Ride

Stable Relationship

Truth or Dare

Welcome to the Neighborhood

Caboose Club

Brotherhood

Full Service (available only in this Special Edition)

Synchronicity

Being a deejay in a hotel nightclub has its perks. I get paid to play music, get a few drinks sent my way from appreciative guests, a few dollars dropped in my tip jar, and plenty of attention from the ladies.

Friday and Saturday nights bring out the wild crowds and the women who, once they've had a bit too much to drink, start hitting on me. I've even had a room key dropped in my tip jar a time or two by the really tipsy ones. But the hotel management really frowns on me responding to such enticing invitations, claiming that any follow-throughs I make as an employee can be construed as reflecting upon the hotel management, and even the chain at large.

And it's all because some bonehead hotel deejay in Albuquerque took up a lady on her offer and they got walked in on by her husband. Panicked, she in turn accused the deejay of taking advantage of her drunken state and the husband sued the hotel chain since the deejay was an employee.

Part of the resolution was that we deejays became contractors and not so much employees. Yet, there was an unwritten rule that we contractors also had to keep our distance from the hotel guests. Even if the hotel wasn't directly liable for our philandering, our contract could be terminated in a heartbeat.

That doesn't mean that we can't take someone up on their offers, though. It simply means that we don't take up offers on site with registered guests. Sure, if the guest wants to follow you home and jump your bones there, have fun. Otherwise, keep your dick in your pants and do your job.

But this wasn't a Friday or Saturday night. This was a Tuesday evening where my real work was spent rolling out a nice series of songs that weren't really intended for dancing, but would keep patrons in the bar and buying drinks without putting them to sleep. Believe it or not, there's a certain talent involved in finding that happy medium between depressing and danceable.

On this particular night there weren't any women in the bar except for a single waitress. And even she wasn't being kept very busy since this seemed to be a chatting crowd and not a drinking one. I say 'chatting' because the room appeared full of businessmen actually conducting business. Bor-ing.

There was one pair of guys in the corner, though, that caught my eye. Both of them were older, say mid-40s, with close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair. One of the men, the one with the more athletic build, had an almost-beard – you know, the kind that is like a quarter-inch thick and just outlines the jaw and chin, with a small arch of whiskers bridging over the mouth like an afterthought – with deep-set eyes and very tanned skin. His partner was a little bit heavier, but certainly not fat. He was clean shaven and wore wire-rimmed glasses. His skin was a little fairer and his facial features looked softer.

I'm not entirely sure why my gaze kept falling back on them, but it was nonetheless. They were well-groomed, rather attractive, really, and they sat close to each other and talked quietly between themselves, looking totally relaxed and comfortable with each other. There was an air about them, as if they were 'one'. Like a married couple...

Christ, I can be such a dick. These two guys had to be a gay couple. Don't get me wrong; I don't mean that in a bad way. They were a little too perfect, but from the smiles on their faces I'd say that they were perfect for each other.

Like I said, I couldn't really figure out why my gaze kept falling their way, until it dawned on me that they were watching me, and that I was doing nothing more than sensing it. I mean, we all get that sixth sense thing once in a while, and this was it in my case. And if I was correct, then we would eventually-

My gaze fell right on the couple again, and this time our eyes locked. As they did, the two me both gave me a warm – dare I say sensual? – smile. Maybe it was nothing, but their smiles sure felt electrifying, as if there was a real connection of some sort being made here.

What was I thinking? I'm not gay. Sure, I dabbled with other guys a bit while growing up, like any curious male with a hard dick and hormones does. But that didn't set the course of my sexual life for me. I mean, I didn't dislike it, but looking for another guy for sex has never really been my first priority in life, you know?

I was looking at my playlist, trying to decide where I should go with the musical mood. I avoided the Jazz since I wanted to keep it light, but I was definitely staying away from the bubble-gum Pop stuff, too. With my head down and my concentration devoted to the list of songs in my hand, I wasn't aware of anyone else being near me until I looked up and found the almost-beard guy standing right at my deejay booth.

Whoa! I said. Hi!

Hello, he replied. I just wanted to say that I really like the mix of music you're playing tonight. I can carry a conversation and still feel the music. Nice job!

Thanks, I replied, kind of lamely. Just doin' my job.

Gary, the man nodded his head to the side to indicate his friend, well, he and I travel quite a bit, running a business and all. We've been here before, but this is the first time we've seen you here, so I apologize if it seems like we've been staring at you.

Oh, I didn't notice, I replied, definitely lamely. Well, I noticed, but I didn't think anything of it.

That's a shame, the man said. You should think something of it.

He winked and turned to walk back to his friend, stepping across the floor like a sure-footed lion or something. He wasn't feminine at all in his demeanor, if anything he struck me as what you would call a perfect gentleman, like a man of distinction. When he made it back to his table, his partner Gary acknowledged him like another refined gentleman and not the other half of a couple.

Looking at it in the light that most would view a gay couple, I couldn't figure out who was the dom and who was the sub. They both appeared about the same in their demeanor, as if they were the perfect couple of versatile gay partners.

Gary raised his glass in a toast to me, yanking me out of my reverie while making me realize that I had been staring all this time. I instinctively smiled back, mostly out of courtesy I told myself, and then tried to go about my business. What was it about this pair of gay guys that had me so focused on them?

I went about my work again, but still felt as though I was being watched. This time when I turned around it was the clean-shaven Gary that was standing next to my booth and giving me a start.

Hi, he said in a soft voice. You've probably noticed that Fred and I have been watching you all night.

I-I really wasn't paying attention, I lied. At least I now knew the other man's name was 'Fred'.

Right, replied Gary with a sly smile. What time are you done tonight?

Uh, midnight.

Well, if after midnight you want to change your mind about 'paying attention', Gary said, come and knock on our hotel room door. Room 1010; easy to remember. Maybe we can make you feel as relaxed as you've done for us with tonight's music.

Are you... are you hitting on me? I asked.

"See? You are as smart as you look!" he said with a laugh.

I'm, uh, not gay, I said, surely sounding stupid that time.

And we are, Gary said with a Cheshire Cat smile. Two against one. You win!

And with that little riddle Gary turned around and walked over to Fred, and the two of them walked out of the nightclub without another word or wave.

For the next hour or so I tried to stay focused on the music and to put Gary's odd invitation out of my mind. But it kept lingering with me. And the more I thought about it, the hornier it made me. My contract essentially said that I needed to stay away from our lady hotel guests. It said nothing about just