I was walking through a North London suburb one spring day when this story burst into my mind. As soon as I got home I snatched for a pen and paper in order to write it all down. It's become one of my favourites and I do hope you enjoy reading it.
Nigel

I heard the bang although I hardly felt anything at all. The dear little old lady, bless her - silly old bag, who had stepped out in front of me and forced my emergency breaking was across the road and disappearing into the crowd with the speed of an Olympic athlete. I tried to follow where she went but my eyes shared concentration with the view behind me. The car that had impaled itself on my rear was a Lexus, large black and shiny - it looked quite new.

Shit!

Two enormous black guys were emerging from the car and walking to inspect the damage. This looked like trouble, every nerve was on edge as I too got out and went to see the extent of what had happened.

"I'm sorry," I began, "she just stepped out in front of me.."

"I saw her," one of the guys said, "silly old bat."

"Yeah, it wasn't your fault mate. You'd have killed her if you hadn't stopped, splattered geriatric all over the road - what a mess that would have been !"

My Toyota Landcruiser was not damaged at all but the Lexus - that was another case. It had certainly come off second best.

I was enormously relieved at the understanding and jovial attitude of these guys; I mean they were big, and there were two of them. I had caused damage to their expensive car and I wouldn't have wanted to argue with them.

"I suppose we had better exchange insurance details," I suggested.

The traffic along Stamford Hill out of London was heavy and our two vehicles were causing a minor hold up. I thought it best to exchange details and move out of the way as quickly as possible. The police would soon turn up, they are always patrolling such a major route into the capital, and there wasn't a need for them to poke their noses into a simple prang where nobody was injured, not unless they could catch whose fault it all was in the first place.

"No need for that," the first guy spoke again. "We own a garage and body repair shop; this can be fixed quite easily. No need to involve any insurance company and have them rip us all off by way of the no claims bonus."

"OK, if you are sure."

"Yeah but we'd better check your vehicle over. It looks to be all right but you never know."

I wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere, my work for the day was over and the prospect of the M25 was not something to extol an invitation but I was eager to conclude this unfortunate business, bid farewell to these two gentlemen and be on my way.

"That's OK, if you're happy no need to bother."

"Our garage is only a mile up the road, we're going to have to go there now so why not follow us and we'll get someone to check your vehicle over ?" This was phrased as a question but it was more of a suggestion offering a single way forward. I had to agree.

"Tell you what," one of the guys said, "I'll ride with you just in case you get separated from Nick in the traffic. Sorry we haven't introduced ourselves have we ? I'm John."

"And I'm Nick."

"I'm Nigel," I said offering a hand to each in turn.

So it was that John got in beside me and we moved off, much to the relief of the traffic behind us. We headed north along Stamford Hill and out of the Jewish Quarter of the city then turned left, left again and finally pulled into the forecourt of a small garage workshop. Along the way I had got to know my new friend a little.

"So you and Nick are partners then ?" I said.

"In every sense of the word," was the answer. "Yep, we work well together."

"Have you been partners long ?"

My new friend laughed softly. "Put it this way we have been in business together longer than we have been partners." It was a strange answer but I paid little attention.

At the garage Nick arranged for a mechanic to give my old Landcruiser a thorough going over and while we waited I was invited upstairs into his and John's flat. "We live over the business," he explained. "Convenient for work."

"Come and have some coffee while you wait."

Inside the flat I began to understand something, I'd not realised before but it should have been obvious - I'm always the last to pick up things. "You guys are...are ... together then." I blurted out then immediately wished I had kept my big mouth shut. "Sorry I didn't mean ..." I added hastily.

"We are partners," John said, "in every sense of the word."

"And proud of it," Nick smiled.

"I admire you," it was again a clumsy thing to say. "I mean having a way of thinking and being able to act upon it."

"Thanks," Nick smiled again. "Relax man, we ain't going to do nothing to you."

"No, of course. Sorry."

I was being clumsy.

"Have you been together long ?" I asked. Why didn't I shut up and talk about something else ?

"Couple of years."

"Great."

Somebody came up from the garage and told us that my car was fine. There were a few scratches on the bumper but they had polished out. I could pick it up any time I was ready.

"Thanks. Pity about the Lexus that's going to need a bit more than a polish," I said.

"Yeah, well it will keep the boys downstairs busy for a while."

I suppose I should have made to leave but my curiosity had been aroused. These two guys were everything my initial impression was not when I saw them in my wing mirror. Something inside me wanted to get to know them more and I was dead curious about what a gay relationship contained.

"Look I don't want you to be offended," I began, "but I have often wondered about guys having a relationship together and you are the first open guys I've ever chatted with. Forgive me but I'm kind of interested."

"But you're not gay yourself," Nick observed.

"I don't think so, I have slept with a few women."

"That don't mean much," John said, "so have I."

"Trying to make me jealous !" Nick grinned his white teeth gleaming inside a broad smile.

"So you ain't never done anything with a man ?"

"No. Not yet."

"That implies you want to."

Did I ? I wasn't sure. Certainly I was curious, it was a curiosity that had first introduced itself to me a few months, perhaps six, ago and was getting stronger by the day. It was exciting to be in Nick and John's company and talking to them like this. I hardly knew them and knew I was being clumsy in the way I phrased things but they fascinated me. Fascinated me for who they were and what they were.

"Do you ?"

After a moment of thought I nodded.

"You looking for a teacher ?"

Again I thought and again I nodded.

"Two teachers perhaps ?"

For a third time I nodded but on this occasion without a lot of thinking. There was no longer any need for much thought. My dick was starting to get hard and although the conversation continued the loudest thing I could hear was the beating of my own heart.

"The best things are what you find out for yourself but we can guide you if that's what you want."

"Please," I said softly.

Nick and John lifted their shirts over their heads to reveal shining dark and hairless chests, each one rippling with muscles. Nick was slightly shorter than John although their looks were similar, they could have been brothers - cousins at least. Together they unbuttoned the belts of their trousers and let them fall a way down to their knees. They put their hands on their hips and stood before me to give time for my eyes to feast upon that amazing sight.

I know it is often joked about - that black guys have enormous dicks but until then I hadn't set much credence by it. The joke was true. Both of them sported the most enormous dicks imaginable. John was even bigger than Nick but then Nick was big enough to make two of me. Neither of them yet had a hard on and my mind flashed in wonder as to what they would look like when they did !

"Bloody hell !" It was all I could think to say.

"Do you like what you see ?"

"You bet."

Nick moved behind me and bade me to stand up. John moved in front and began to unbutton my shirt. His hands reached inside and caressed my chest while behind me Nick was gently touching my bum through my trousers. I became more and more aroused by this sensual foreplay. John released the belt of my trousers, slid the zipper down and let them fall to the floor. Nick's hands move inside the rear of my underpants.

While this was going on John took hold of my right hand and placed it upon that long dick of his. I could feel it arising into a semi-hard erection. I could feel it growing by the second. I was growing by the second as well myself and while I could never match either of my two friends I knew I was building one of the biggest hardons I had ever had.

Nick's hands moved slowly round my hips and began to explore at the front, pulling my tight underpants downwards and exposing my own erection. John was now fully aroused before me and the size was like his having an extra limb. I felt the warmth of Nick's body behind me as he moved closer until our flesh met. I tingled all over and experienced a burst of adrenaline as his cock touched my bum cheeks. I rolled my head round and closed my eyes to savour the delight as it came to rest against the line between them.

John gently took my hand away from him and then he too moved closer to me pressing his body against mine. His cock rested by the side of mine and stretched upwards to my navel. There was so very much pleasure flowing all round me, pleasure I had never before imagined could be found in this world.

But there is more to mansex than looking and feeling, I knew that. My curiosity was just partly satisfied and I wanted more. My friends could sense this.

"Are you a top or a bottom ?" Nick whispered from behind me.

I wasn't sure what he meant but guessed and replied, "Bottom."

John put his arms around my neck and folded them behind me. He pulled me forward and leaned my head against his on his shoulder. I closed my eyes in anticipation. Nicks palms were gently stroking the sides of my legs, up my hips and across my cheeks. I sensed him kneel down behind me then felt him plant a gentle kiss on my left buttock. A pause then the right. Then I felt his warm tongue trace a line down the middle and press itself between them.

More. I wanted more.

John was gently licking the lobe of my ear, sensuously tickling me with the tip of his tongue. Waves of a deep masculine emotion flowed gently over me. Nick was standing up and I felt his fingers move to separate my cheeks followed by the tip of his dick moving between them. Yes !

The initial penetration hurt and I bit my teeth together as the pain surged through me. John held me tight and steady. But I wanted the pain, I didn't want it to go away. Deeper I felt him moving inside me and there was a lot of him to place within me. Eventually I felt his groin and pubic bush against my bum and knew I was holding everything he had firmly within me. I clenched my buttocks together to enhance the feeling. The pain was still there, yes excruciating pain, but I was begging it not to go away.

John changed his stance and knelt in front of me, then took my cock into his mouth. His tongue was slowly and gently wrapping itself around it. Round and round it went, exploring all I had. Then the tip of his tongue began to concentrate on that sensitive part at the front just where the head meets the shaft.

Behind me Nick had set up a gentle movement and I knew he was moving slowly in and out. The combined action of my two friends was bringing me so close to cumming. My balls were tightening and the sac round them squeezing. I was holding on to keep the pleasure as long as I could but I knew I could not last much longer. I had to let go and shot out with a spurt into John's mouth. At the very same moment I felt a warm movement inside me as Nick started to cum. I had this precious man-juice pushing inside me and at the same time I was pushing it out from my own body. The flow in both directions was long, lasting for an immeasurable period of time. Immeasurable as time stood still in order that the experience could be enhanced and enjoyed to its very fullest magnitude.

Only when the very last ounce had been given and taken did we three relax. That in itself was a slow and unwinding process until we sat back to allow our minds to feast upon all that had taken place.

"Good ?" Nick said.

"Bloody good !" I confirmed my voice full of conviction.

"Were we good teachers ?"

"Fan-fuckin-tastic," I said.

"That car of yours," John smiled. "Bring it round tomorrow and we'll arrange for the guys downstairs to give it a full service. We'll have them go over everything. Then while you wait we can continue your education."

"I'll be here," I grinned.

I was.