Exploring the Edge

Hope you reread Chapter 4 as I made a few additions and clarified a few things. Up to you all but I hate for anyone to miss anything. Again, thanks for hanging in there with all these Edgy chapters. I always appreciate all your comments and input.  Happy Edging!

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Chapter 5

JAKE

I was beginning to get really excited about getting back with Dan. The sexual tension between us by the time we finished our dinner at the Blue Moon was through the roof. Luckily the booth allowed us to slide around behind the table because by the time dessert came along, a cheesecake we shared, we were deep in kissing and making out. Our jackets were off, shirts were open, and we were making out like mad by the time the sex waiter came around for the bill, which Dan insisted on paying.

Had to laugh because the Waiter, Lysander, just ogled us, and managed to get his phone number onto our copy of the receipt. Dan just looked at me and winked as he slipped the receipt into his bill fold.

We thanked Lysander with a huge tip and a kiss. Dan’s was long and I knew he was showing off to me, grinding and frenching the young hotty, because we were out in the open about my kinky need to see Dan kissing others. Dan jerked his head at me when he was through, and I pulled Lysander into a kiss that was shorter because Dan growled.

I looked to Dan to check if he was upset, but he was grinning. Dammit! Yes! At least we were communicating, and in a way that felt right for us.

Dan had taken all his stuff out of my place, so we drove back to his hotel, me following his BMW in my jeep Wrangler. Without a word he led me up to the roof top penthouse apartment he had taken for himself. Fuck, it was a great place, two bedrooms, a nice open living room with a wall of large picture windows showing a view of the ocean, dining room kitchen area, with a hot tub and whirlpool on his roof top enclosed area.

In anticipation and hope of us having a good ending, Dan already had a bottle of champagne waiting for us out by the whirlpool.

“I don’t have a suit.”

“You need one?” He asked me, coming up to me and pressing against me. He took my jacket from my arm, and with his own and draped them over the back of a cream-colored L shaped couch. “Alexi, slow Latin.

“I guess not.” I said, and reaching out, I took the middle button of his half-buttoned dress shirt in hand and undid it. He returned the favor, and we slowly undressed each other, taking out time, hand accidently drifting over distended straining bulges.

When my jeans finally slid down to midthigh, his white jeans were already at his ankles. He caressed my hard cock with a teasing stroke, and then kicking his jeans away, he peeled mine down off my legs, before standing up and meeting me in a kiss.

Listening to Enrique Iglesias singing “Let me be your hero,” I pulled Dan in so that our hard cocks rubbed, making us both moan with pleasure, and I took a step to the side, and in, moving with the music.

Dan’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. You would have though I bought him the moon. But then we were moving as his hips got into it, and into me, grinding so sexily against me I was soon seeping precum and throbbing so hard it might as well have been sex. Who’d have thought just dancing together could be so hot?

We tried to talk some more about things, but honestly, the dancing felt so erotic, our voices became huskier and breathier, and soon we were just moaning and staring into each other’s eyes saying things like, “unhh fuck love, so love, mm uhm yeah.. maybe… aww baby…” not making any sense at all and it didn’t matter. It was the language of love and were deep in it.

Somehow Dan maneuvered us out onto the terrace to the whirlpool and I let him. We got in, and Dan poured our glasses, hooking my arm in his pulling us together to kiss and sip, “To us, baby. May we be together forever like this.” Dan said. “I love you so much.”

“I love you baby, so much. We are never going to let anything like last week happen again. Promise we never go to bed angry again. We make it work.”

“I promise. Never again, baby.” Dan said, and he downed his champagne glass.

I followed suit and then we were kissing, deep passionate kisses, cocks rock hard and rubbing, frotting between us as we grinded to the music. Dan started to kiss his way down to what he wanted, but I stopped him.

“Let me," I said, and he just smiled. Sitting back on the edge of the whirlpool, he leaned back on his elbows, on the padded seat around the poor, his thick eight plus inches of delicious man meat curving up over his abs.

His body was etched by the soft glow of the lights on the deck and the lights of the whirlpool, and he looked so damn beautiful. He hadn’t cut his hair since well before we separated for that miserable week, and it was growing longer. That reminded me of Patrick and as I eased down slid my fore arms up his thighs, I said, “What are your thoughts on Patrick, my love?”

I leaned in and mouthed his balls, rolling them in my mouth, sucking each one oh so gently, inhaling the smell and taste of my favorite man in the whole world.

Dan moaned as he tried to think. “Before I answer that, I think we need to sit down with Alex. If we are to be a threesome, we need to put decisions of the threesome first before talking to anyone else.”

I had to agree. Patrick had been a big comfort to me this last week, but I had to admit I didn’t love him. I was grateful for his company, but Patrick would always be a friend with benefits, and with this new relationship configuration, probably not even that.

“I’ve been thinking, since you moved out, about selling my place,” I said.

“You could move in here with me until we get a bigger place, and I have one in mind.”

“Oh?” I ran my mouth up Dan’s cock and slurped the head, teasingly and he hunched up with a moan. "Mmm, don’t stop.”

I grinned at him and went down on him, encircling him and diving down swallowing him into my throat until my nose hit his trim bush. I almost gagged but managed not to, I knew this cock, and I swallowed and worked to relax those muscles, backing off, and slowly swooping down again, reveling in the taste of my man’s delicious cock filling my mouth and touching my throat.

Dan, meanwhile, nattered on, “mmm, so good baby, mmm you know the old gay couple the Feldman/ Grangers who own that big rambling three story beach house next door?”

“Mmmmhmm,” I said around his cock, sucking it with a slow rhythm.

“Unhh fuck, yes, oh umm Marty had a pretty bad stroke a month ago that left his left side more than a little – well anyway, they have decided to go into assisted living. They are both almost ninety. Unh baby, fuck, "Unh, Anyway, Cyrus and Marty have been like fathers to me, and they want me to have their house. They are selling it to me for less than a quarter of a million and you know that property is worth twenty times that amount. Unhhh, six bedrooms, three full baths, and the house has its own outdoor pool, tennis court, work shed, garage for four cars, all in an enclosed compound. It’s all run down but…unh baby I am getting close…”

“Mmm,” I slipped off the tip of his cock and said, “And right next door to your work, and not far from the Patrol Center. Mind if I buy half?”

Dan grinned and moved down into the water, urging me back. I moved onto the edge and leaned back, and it was now his mouth on me.

“Sounds good baby.” As his mouth played on my balls, and his hands caressed my pounding pole, I thought things over. “I’ve been thinking maybe it’s time for me to quit the beach Patrol.”

“What? You love that job.”

“I do, but I would rather devote full time to Martial Arts training and teaching. They can find any guy to patrol, but gay boys like Alex and others, who are so vulnerable, need to know how to defend themselves. When unhhh yes baby, oh that is the spot… ohm I love how you do that to me…”

“Go on,” Dan teased, lifting off my cock which he had been licking and swirling his tongue around.

“Unhh yeah, where was I... never mind, don’t stop. Oh yeah, when I thought about quitting that job to devote full time to the Lieutenants office, I... I couldn’t do it. I love being on the beach, but hell we can do that in our off time, just as beach fuckers… uhh, goers.”

I arched as my balls contracted and I felt that knot of dense pleasure tightened under my balls.

Dan grinned and said, “You could start your own classes in our new home. There is a large hall you could use for a dojo, or for dancing.” He wiggled his brows.

I looked at him and said, “The way we react to slow dancing, I think we better take all the doors off the interior of the house.”

Dan just laughed and said, “I think we need to take this…” he licked my ten plus iron hard pulsing cock, “into the bedroom.”

We got out of the whirlpool, Dan switched it off, so the bubbles went quiet, and with rampant erections bobbing stiffly, he led me into, his place, through the living room and into the master bath, turning on the large two faucet shower. I noticed the shower was fitted out with special wands, including a thin tapered nozzle made for cleaning out one’s ass.

We spent a lot of time checking out his shower toys, and I couldn’t help thinking he had had Dean up here doing much of what we were doing. The thought got me even harder, but I managed to remember that I was up here, now, and here I was going to settle.

Dan and I exchanged a little more oral teasing, dried each other, before finally moving things into his master bedroom and the huge king-sized bed. Again, I thought of Dean in here with Dan, but all it did was cause me to become aggressive.

"I need to fuck you, baby." I groaned moving gup behind him.

As Dan retrieved the lube from a side table, I peeked in for some condoms. Dan however had a surprise for me.

“I want to fuck you.”

“And I need to fuck you, my love. We need to reclaim each other.”

Dan began rolling a condom onto his stiff cock and he growled, “Me first, lover.”

I laughed and sprawled back onto the sinfully comfortable bed.

Dan, slathered his cock with lube and I dipped my fingers into the offered jar, and down to my own hole, rubbing the pucker and finally inserting one finger.

Then Dan was there, lifting my legs to his shoulders, moving in between my thighs, his cerulean blue eyes glowing with heat as he poked a finger into my hole, moved it around and then added a second, scissoring them to stretch me. None of it was painful yet, only hot as his practiced fingers found my prostate and tapped it. Oh yeah, Dan knew my ass, and knew it well. “You better fuck me soon or I am going to explode,” I growled.

Dan grinned and taking hold of his raging cock pushed it down and in against my hole. I felt my gate stretch, giving way, a bit of pain and pushed back, taking it. Pain washed over me for a moment only, and then it turned to exquisite pleasure as he filled me so full, and then began to rock and roll right up against my prostate, driving me wild. It wasn’t often that Dan took the top, but when he did, he did a masterful job of it. I just let myself rock and squeezed my ass around his cock sucking on it with my ass. I had built my ass muscles and I could squeeze them with the best of them. Dan yelled “Oh fuck so tiiiiight” And he was cuming. I could feel his cock pulsing in my fuck channel.

I had been on the edge for some time, just barely holding back, but feeling him cum was too much. I was overwhelmed by an intense climax, that started from a sizzling point of pleasure so intense it was almost pain, and then I exploded, cum blasting up against the headboard, up between Dan’s pecs, to his chin, his left brow. Fuck, I had needed that release!

Mutual hand jobs with Patrick had been ok for a week, but this was more like it. We lay like that, murmuring love words to each other with his cock still inside me, Dan spooning me. My last thought was, “fucktastic, we are back!”