Exploring the Edge

Just to answer a few questions from commentators, First, I have a fairly busy life, and try to keep Online communications simple. I am not on Twitter, or Facebook, or anything else, except watching the News, (bleh), but here. I have written a Sci-Fi novel as part of a series I will possibly never publish. I have started many novels, and never finished them. This is the second time I have written anything on Gay Demon, the first being a series some years back that I lost direction with and let die. (Sorry about that.) For me, writing is a hobby I take up like painting, (though many paintings I have sold), because I am not one to sit around doing nothing for very long. My principal work in life revolves around music, and at least with music I can say I complete my projects. Lol.

All that being said, I am having a blast writing this, and glad some of you seem to enjoy it. So, Geoffry, Tommy, Alex, Gothis, Eric, thanks and others, (you know who you are, thanks for all your comments and encouragement. You keep me going.)

And again, if you want to be sure not to miss anything, I do edit my chapters again after they post. I keep finding errors or just downright clumsy writing. For example, in the previous chapter’s first posting I had the fictitious Crab House up north. But realized from the map that it most likely was just to the South of Rehoboth beach. I will try to do better!! By the way if there actually is a Crab House somewhere around the area, please don’t bite me!

Enjoy, and happy Edgings!

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Chapter 7

JAKE

The Crab House was one of those fishing port restaurants that catered to tourists with an appetite for truly fresh sea food. I hadn’t been there for a while, but Dan and I agreed, that if we wanted to meet without any other entanglements but Alex, spotting us, it was a good place to go. Besides, Dan and I had had one of our earliest dates there, so the on the dock restaurant with its view of the little inshore bay, had special meaning for us.

Dan was probably more into that special meaning stuff then I was. But fuck it, for him, I could put up with a touch of sappy and maybe a whole lot more of it. I was so psyched about this dinner, where we would see if Alex really wanted what we were suggesting I could hardly stand it. I’d worn some ripped cut offs, that were just short of being really nasty short, wearing a white thong beneath them to keep my dick from hanging out, and a white cut off t. Sandals completed the picture, and I headed out to get there. Dan at the last minute had taken pity on Alex and chose to pick him up at my place.

When I got there, I met with Josh Evert the restaurant’s owner, a salt and pepper bearded bear type of about sixty, who gave me his usual smirk of a leer and a bear hug that didn’t end until I gave him the smooch he wanted. His partner, the chef would be in the kitchen, and as usual, probably oblivious to Josh's public smooching's.

“Good to see you, Jake. Bout time you paid us a visit. Dan on the way, then?”

“Yup.”

“Damn, I was hoping to get down on this in the back room,” Josh said, giving me a grope through the cutoffs.

“You behave, you.” I growled at him playfully, even as I felt my cock swell from the groping. The damn thing had a mind of its own.

Just then another man showed up, attractive strawberry blond, cut almost military short, with the sort of hard planed face of a man who was fit. He wore tight light grey chinos with a white jersey and navy-blue blazer. The shape of a very generous bulge in those tight chinos was about the only thing about him to suggest he might be gay. He was all man, and the x Seal in me recognized another vet when I saw one.

Josh had to let me go to great this new guy with another hug and kiss that lasted even longer than mine. “Sam, darlin, great to see you!” I heard Josh say in his usual restrained bearish roar.

One thing I loved about Josh. There was no pretense. He loved men and let everyone know it, gay or straight, who entered his place. If you didn’t like it, you could leave or deal with him, and I would not have advised anyone to get physical with Josh unless it was in a good way and his bubby agreed.

I looked for my favorite table and found it free, over in one corner but next to the view out onto the dock porch of the restaurant where there were a few more tables.

The sky overhead looked a bit like we were going to get some rain though, so I settled on the indoor table and sat so as to face the entrance. Let Dean and Alex have the view.

My brain went on alert as the newcomer, this Sam guy, seemed to glance my way a few times too often while Josh got my drink order. Damn, he was hot. Maybe he was thinking of coming on to me, and normally I would have at least had some hot flirty fun, but Dan and Alex were on their way. Down boy I told myself, but damn if I didn’t sit back and open my legs a bit, letting him have a good crotch gander. I looked out the window at the view as I did it, all casual like, just relaxing, right? Then I flicked a glance back in and caught him looking. Yep, if it weren’t for Dan and Alex, I could definitely make a connection I shouldn’t… but I told myself to behave.

As Josh brought our iced teas, Dan and Alex entered behind him, all three of them arriving at our table at once.

Damn but Dan looked gorgeous, as usual, his long sun-streaked dark blond hair worn back in a ponytail with a few cute strands free to curve around his chiseled, sharp planed face. Looking at him as I got up to meet him with a kiss, I was reminded of the martial arts training he had received at my hands and how much tougher and sexier he looked than a year or two before. Once again, I realized I was an idiot to ever let this man out of my sight, no matter what he did!

Dan had elected to wear white lounge pants, commando of course, his cock loosely moving inside the not quite snug almost sheer linen. Over this he wore an understated Hawaiian shirt of deep blue and green, open but for one button near the bottom. Alex, bless his paler blond haired angelic sexiness, was in white stretch cotton boxers, flip flops and a net crop top. The outline of his cock was intimately hugged by the boxers, and I just had an urge to crouch down and molest him with my mouth right then and there.

Instead, I exchanged a slightly lingering social kiss, once Josh got his own bear hugging smooches in, that is, and we all settled down into our seats. I was facing more or less in, and two of them facing me, Alex on my left and Dan on the right, both facing the view. I could look out too but had to bend my body and head to do it. That was ok. I’d seen the view before and wanted to concentrate on these two men.

Josh informed us that he had a very fresh delivery of blue shell crab in, and we could not go wrong if we ordered crab. Alex wanted crab cakes, which he could be sure would be chock full of crab, rather than mostly filling, I was tempted, but went for hard shell, which meant a bib, a mallet to crack shells, the works. Dan opted for soft shell crab. (I figured if the discussion went haywire, I could use the mallet to smash my crabs into submission rathe then take it out on them. It was a humorous thought, anyway. I had the strongest feeling this dinner was going to go well.

We kept the conversation light until our meals arrived. Since Alex didn’t have to drive, he ordered a beer, which, is the perfect drink for a crab dinner. I was tempted but stuck with the iced tea and so did Dan.

Finally, Alex couldn’t stand it, “Ok, you both messaged me to talk with me. Am I correct in thinking you guys have patched things up?”

I looked at him with a brow raised. “What? Your bestie didn’t fill you in on the way?” I winked at Dan.

Alex huffed, cutely. “Not a word! He just told me to let him concentrate on his driving…”

“Yeah, about ten times at least. But you know Alex…” Dan sighed, rolling his eyes.

“A bit, but not as much as I would like to,” I said, with another wink at Dan, who grinned, his beautiful eyes dancing.

Alex’s eyes darted back and forth between us, and he said, “Ah HAH! You DID make up! Yay! Have you had made up sex?”

Dan bit his lower lip, blushing and I just laughed and said, as dryly as I could get away with, “I think you could say that we fucked each other silly.”

Alex’s eyes half closed, and he moaned. “Oh, fuck I wish I could have seen that. I am so happy for you two. You know I love you both, right?”

Dan looked at me and I nodded. “I think you can safely say that we do.”

Alex’s eyes widened and I could swear he got a little misty eyed.

Dan reached out and took Alex’s right hand and I was no dummy. I took his left hand. Alex’s topaz gems widened with wonderment and question.

Dan looked to me as he said, “You’re already my bestie, Angel Face, and you know you already mean even more to me then than that. So, this next part comes from Jake.”

I reached across and took Dan’s other hand, squeezing my hubby’s hand before I turned to Alex. “Alex, I have known you loved Dan, and he, you, for a long time now. I resisted a three way because there is so much potential for heart ache there. We don’t just have to worry about the one-on-one relationships, but how the other two get along and how we all get along together. If there is a break down, anywhere, the whole thing can unravel, and it can be really hurtful. I’ve tried it before, twice, and both times it fell apart and I really didn’t want to go there again. The problem is, I now see, that resisting it with you two has become just as much if not more a problem for Dan and me, as accepting it would.”

Alex opened his mouth, and I could almost hear what he was going to say, but I cut him off.

“Let me add, that it was not just a problem for Dan and me, but obviously one for you, too. We can hurt you, Alex, in fact we are hurting you, and we don’t want to. I think, though I need time with you, myself, that I already love you and have for a while. I want you, WE, want you to join us in a three-way partnership. Dan and I will be husband and husband, because that's how the law sees us, but, if you are willing you will be our Consort and we will be Yours.”

He started to speak again but, I held one finger up, “Wait, sweet angel, I want you to think. We need to agree on rules, on ways to try to avoid hurting each other and it's going to take lots of thought and more than a little self-discipline. Dan and I are horn dogs and flirts, and you, our sexy golden fuck muffin, are sex on wheels. You're going to have to bend to us and we to you, and we need to get this as right as we can. Relationships take work, and a three-way relationship takes four times the work.”

Alex blinked. “Why not just three times?”

Dan sniggered but I kept my serious face on.

I counted on my fingers. “One on one with you, one on one with Dan, one on one you with each other, and then all three together. That makes four ways a three-way relationship can go wrong.”

Alex, clearly struggled to take all this in. He looked to Dan after a moment and Dan just shook his head, pointed to me, and said, “What he said.”

We both looked at Alex and he looked at us, holding our hands, our barely eaten meals between us, and my stomach was sending me signals to be about it.

“So, what do you say, love?” Dan asked him.

Alex looked back and forth between us and then gushed, “Oh fuck you guys, I am so far in you can only dig me out with a backhoe, a pile driver, and a crowbar!”

We all laughed though the image kind of made me cringe.

Though some of the other tables now had occupants, the three of us could not help leaning in together, Dan and I, leaning into Alex and welcoming him in with long kisses and hands sliding up his thighs under the table, thank God for concealing tablecloths!

In no time we all three were hard as rocks and moaning, and it was hard to get back to eating, though the crab was, absolutely delicious when we could spare a moment to concentrate on a bite.

Finally, Alex asked, “Ok, do I dare bring up Dean and Patrick? How do they fit into this?” He asked quietly.

I wanted to give Dan a little time to answer, as I felt he had more to wrestle with than I did. He didn't look ready yet, so I went first.

“Patrick is a very sweet, wonderful guy, Alex, and very hot, but I don’t know. I’ve never felt more for him than that.” I glanced at Dan and said, “Patrick kept me company in bed the last several days without Dan, but we didn’t have sex. I just didn’t feel like it, to be honest. He and I are just friends. Even if Dan and I weren’t getting back together, that’s all Patrick would be to me, and I would have eventually asked him to find a place of his own to stay, most likely sooner rather than later.”

Alex looked at me and nodded. Dan did too, which really worked to ease any tension I had about Dan’s thinking.

Under the table our free hands were very occupied playing with Alex’s hard cock through, and at least half out of, his cotton boxers, keeping him in a state of edging bliss. Dan ‘s and my hands frequently came into contact around Alex’s cock, helping each other stroke him or cup and fondle his balls and thighs under the table.

Needless to say, we were working through our crab dinners very slowly.

“But, unhhh, what about you and Dean, Dan?” Alex managed to ask at one point, his voice husky and squeezed with desire.

Dean smiled a little whimsically and said, “I plan to call Dean tonight as soon as dinner is done and tell him what we have decided. He said he will head out to his parents, actually to visit them a couple days ago, and he sounded like if I didn't choose him, he would not be back, but I think he is waiting until I make a decision. I’ve made it. I want to be with you two for the rest of my life. I want a future for us, and whatever it takes to keep us together, I want that too.”

My heart swelled hearing my man say that. I was so proud of him and of our three-way love, I could bust, and not just my nut, either… well that too, but oh fuck, I could not wait to get these two loves home in my bed!!!

My mind was getting into a real sex fever, so much so I hardly noticed Alex say, “Umm, before you do that, Dan, there is someone I want you to meet.”

I was within one second of pretending to drop my fork under the table so I could dive on Alex’s cock when Alex turned and motioned to someone across the room.

“Guys, I wasn’t certain what this dinner was about, but just in case you guys decided to end it with Dean and Patrick, there was someone you really need to meet." As he said that, Alex slapped our wandering stroking hands away and took an ice cube from his ice water under the table. “I need to cool down.” He whispered as a tall, muscular man approached us.

It was the same hunk I had noticed earlier in the greyish white chinos with the nice bulge. In fact, the bulge looked a lot longer and thicker now and I could not keep from looking at it as he came up to Alex an clapped a warm hand on his shoulder. This caused his cock bulge to press Alex’s other shoulder and I could see Alex fighting not to turn his face into that provocative sight.

“Umm, guys this is uh, uh,…”

“Cat got your tongue, Alex?” The hunk said, with a chuckle and I heard a foreign drawl that was familiar.

“S- sorry,” Alex said, flushing. “Guys, this is Sam Laslow, of Laslow Security Investigations.”

Hunh? Well, that put a new note into the proceedings. Dan and I exchanged puzzled glances and whatever edging flush of sex we’d been feeling reseeded more than a little, and quickly. What the hell was Alex up to, now? A private investigator?

Alex saw our expressions and gave us a sheepish look. “Sorry, guys, I know this has to be puzzling at best. Sam, please join us?”

“If your friends don’t mind, Oi’d be happy to.”

Ah that was it. That was an Aussie accent if I ever heard one, or possibly cockney, Brit, but it seemed too drawn out for that.

The man was very sure of himself. He caught Josh’s eye and a moment later Sam Laslow’s food arrived at our table as Sam, himself, pulled over a fourth chair and took a space between Dan and I on my right and across from Alex.

Recovering some wit, out of my stiff cock, which had only slightly gone down, I asked, “Private Investigator, eh? Mind if I see your license?”

“Not at all.”

I was half expecting him to flash it, but he handed it over to me to check out. My training had included studying various forms of official ID, and this looked authentic all right. He was clearly licensed in the state of Delaware just as much as I was licensed to train and perform the duties of a Lifeguard. I gave it a thorough look, taking in the seals and codes and miniature signatures, as well as a very close look at the photo and how it was imbedded in the license itself. This guy was the real deal.

I game Dan a nod and he jerked a nod back, but curiosity was written all over his adorably gorgeous features.

“Al right, this is a surprise, albeit a pleasant one, handsome Sir.” I said, not bothering to hide being just a little flirtatious. If I fought that too much, it would seem abnormal to Dan, and Dan would be all over me. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your company and how can we help you?”

“Well, oi rather think it’s going to be how oi can help you, mates. Alex, you want to fill them in, or shall I?”

“Please,” Alex said.

“Mind if oi eat while explain-in? Oi missed me lunch and oim stahving.”

We gestured for him to go ahead. Picking up a fork full of crab cake, he popped It in that generous mouth, chewed on it in a way that made my cock pulse. Nor, from the way Dan watched him, his sweet lips parted, did I think Dan was immune to this hot man’s charms. Naturally, seeing that had me buzzing on an edging high! God I was such a perv! Woof!

 The hunky PI took his time, eating sporadically as he explained and gradually, the three of us, began eating again as well.

Sam Laslow was a consummate storyteller. He told us how Alex had come across Patrick visiting The Shores Hotel, a fact I could see came to Dan as a shock all by itself.

But then to hear what Alex had discovered, while bravely sneaking in through the spa back way to the showers. To hear what Alex said… it seemed implausible, but Alex nodded as Sam seemed to remember what Alex had told him verbatim.

Then Sam went on about his own work. “These two, your two rats, have a bit of a record. This Patrick, not so much, but lover boy, Dean has been caught and charged twice with credit card theft, the second time after taking a shopping spree up and down the west coast after charming a customer he waited on into forgetting to get his card back. The sneaky bloke put close to a hundred K on that card before it was halted. But here is the nasty bit. He was out on bail in a day, and the Prosecutor failed to press charges, claiming there wasn’t enough evidence to support that the card wasn’t voluntarily given to him. Now looking into the matter, oi won’t say too much about that prosecutor, except, well, let's just leave it at that. I won’t say it.

“Anyway, whatever connections your boy Dean might have, enough times caught, and no one can dismiss no matter what. We’ll get him the end, thanks to the cooperation of blokes like you foine gentlemen.”

Dan swallowed the last of his soft-shell crab and said, “I am beginning to think I shouldn’t let him know he and I are through, should I?”

“Right you are. Jake, you got a bright one for a husband, you do. He catches on quick. No lads, your exactly right, Dan. We need you to string this out for a bit. I’ve already spoken to the authorities, told them you are my clients, all three of you, the entire situation, and if you're willing, Dan and you two are as well, we want you to keep on as this Dean snake’s lover,” Sam turned to me,

“That is if you don’t mind, Jake, me lad?”

I took a long deep breath and brought my hammer down on crab number four, causing shell fragments to fly. I mean hell, I'd just gotten my man back and the thought of him fucking Dean even one more time... wait... honestly, the thought of Dan sort of going under actual covers to be under cover had me throbbing in my cutoffs.

“Under the circumstances,” I managed to say in a sober sounding voice, “I think I think we have no choice, honey.” I said to Dan.

He looked back at me and caught my inner thought. Damn it my man was beginning to read my professional straight face. Fuck!

His eyes glinted and he said a bit drolly, “Oh I think I can manage to be convincing for a little while longer, as long as you are so willing to be understanding, my love." Ooo, his eyes had a teasing glint to them now. He was on to me!

Sam was eyeing both of us with a slight leer, damn the man.

Alex chimed in, “Wait a minute. Wait a minute! Is this Dean dangerous? I mean, what if he were to do something to Dan, like spike a drink or even poison him?”

Fuck the fact that I hadn't asked that hit me with a stab of guilt!

“Easy, Laddy.” Sam said in an amazingly soothing voice. “Con artists like this hate violence. It’s all in the con, ya see. Once confronted, they fold, and then poof. Most likely they have their escape planned and ready to be set off. But what we have to do, and I already have a judge’s permission, so it’s not entrapment, exactly, is to set them up, to let them do what they are aiming to do, anyway, so we can tie the net as toight as a tick on Holiday.”

“And other than asking my husband to keep fucking Dean, how do we do that exactly?” I asked the PI, more than a little dryly.

Impressively, enough, he had the answer ready and waiting…