Exploring the Edge

Chapter 9

JAKE

Six days after meeting at the Crab house with the sexy PI, Sam, I went by headquarters first to shower off the sunblock from a day at the beach in my lifeguard job and changed into some elastic spandex royal blue shorts and a crop top t shirt, with sandals. Then I hopped into my car and headed out to get some Chinese takeout. I was getting tired as hell of pizza on this stake out of Sam and Bill's. The cute Asian guy who dealt with me couldn’t hide checking me out. I had gone commando, was perpetually half hard these days, and these glue on shorts were more revealing than usual. Much as my exhibitionist side enjoyed his attention, my mind wasn’t really on it. All I wanted to do was get back to monitoring my man and checking on him.

Driving back, I checked out the street leading to the driveway of the magnificent old beach house Dan was buying from the elderly gay couple who had lived there for decades. Dan had been about to anyway, but seeing the need for a nearby control room for the operation, he had moved with lightning speed to get us access to the place. I parked and went to the door. Anxious and feeling increasingly impatient, I used my key copy, entered the old place, and headed up stairs to where Sam and his police friend Bill were holed up on the third floor with a bank of screens watching every room in Dan’s penthouse apartment, across the street, and then some.

“Hai Jakko, ow’s it anging?” Sam asked me, his aussie accent lacing his words. He hopped up from the lounge chair he’d been in while watching the screens. Sam wore nothing but a jock, and from the looks of the pouch he was already riled up.

I glanced at the screen and saw the back of Dan, my husband, dressed in grey jeans that fit tight around his perfect ass, the square lump of his bill fold in a back pocket, and no shirt, chopping veggies on a cutting board. He looked incredible as usual, and I wanted him. My cock stirred just looking at him.

From another camera I saw luggage, the luggage Dean had by the front door to go see his “rents.” He still hadn’t gone, putting it off and putting it off, though Dan had gotten increasingly careless about a few things, enough so that Dean could have made his move two or three days before. No one was sure why he was holding back. Those few things had me tense. That and the fact Dan was still not in my bed, but making hot sexy love to that scheming thief, Dean every night.

“Nothing going yet,” Sam told me, reading my mind as I put the food down, “but Dean is giving Patrick a massage in the spa.”

“Oh?” I looked around with interest. Dean and Patrick hadn’t gotten together since Alex caught them in the spa showering and scheming together. Or at least we hadn’t caught them together. Instead, I found Patrick waiting for me every evening at home, though I was coming home later and later from secretly being in this house, in this room, spying on Patrick’s lover with my man. I knew I was supposed to stay home, let Sam and Bill handle this, but I couldn’t stay away.

“Easy mate, so far it just looks like a massage. I think Dean is getting worried about Patrick’s nerves and is trying to calm him down.”

“Turn it up?” I suggested.

“Sure, go ahead. I was just ogling your man’s foine ass. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. It's there to be ogled,” I laughed. I grabbed up some moo shoo pork, chopsticks, dolloped in some plum sauce on the pork, and went to sit down, turning up the volume on the way.

I heard Patrick murmer. “Mmm that feels so good. I need it…. Damn…”

“So how is Jaiky boy?” Dean asked his partner in crime. I growled. I hated hearing Dean refer to me as Jaiky boy."

Patrick sighed. “I am doing my best to keep him distracted, and he all but attacked me last night, and I thought we might be getting hot, he was so hard, and so was I, but he just turned off, got in the shower and headed to bed. And he is coming home so late. I think maybe he is having an affair with someone else. I feel really bad about this. I feel like we really fucked up their marriage.”

I felt anger curling in me. Yes, Patrick had been waiting last night, wearing one of his sexy little thongs, acting oh so caring when I came home after watching my man carry on with Dean for hours. I was so horned up, I admit it, I crushed Patrick to me, and we kissed hard, and I ground myself against him. But I wasn’t made like Dan. Dan was a much better actor. I doubt I could have done this with Dean, night after night. Hell, I couldn't do it with Patrick even once.

The thought Patrick was working to keep me distracted from my man, that he was in cahoots to rob Dan of everything they could, got to me. I had Patrick’s thong down, his fine uncut nine inches in my hand as I kissed him, him pulling at my Lifeguard trunks pulling my cock out, stroking him as he stroked me, when it hit me. This man I was playing with was out to ruin Dan, distracting me from the man I loved. I got all stiff, and cold and had to hide it.

“Fuck, sorry Patrick, your hot, really hot, but I can’t get my mind off Dan. I need a cold shower, and some shut eye, ok, dude?” Patrick had just offered sympathy and let me go. Patrick wasn’t a bad guy, I felt, not really. But he was hooked up with Dean, and clearly would do anything and everything Dean wanted. It made me angry. I found myself missing the strong back bone and spit fire temper of my Dan even more, and I could only admire the guts he had to keep playing along.

On the monitor, Dean was soothing his partner. “Easy, easy baby were ready to move now, anyway. I got the substitute made, baby. I have his social, his bank number, all of it. All the information we need. All we need is the card with its expiration date, and his security code and we have it, and this way, Dan won’t even know it's gone until it’s way too late to stop us.” Dean was saying to Patrick, soothing him with his voice and his hands.

Finally, on the screen Patrick turned over, his raging cock arcing over him. “Please, Dean, I don‘t want to think about this, just please fuck me…”

I realized I hadn’t sat down yet. I couldn't tear my eyes from the screen. Sam took my arm and eased me down with him on the lounger, him cradling me back against him. “Here, eat your food and I will rub those shoulders. You look stressed out, Jaike. I know this is hard on you, mate. I’ll take care of you.”

“But did you hear that? That fucker is ready to move. We have to get ready,” I said protesting.

Sam was as soothing to me as Dean was to Patrick. “Easy, laddy, we are ready. But Dean has to maike that move, mate. Dan has been making it easy for him. Tonight, we should see something and Bill should be here any minute.” Sam just eased me back against him, his hands digging into my shoulder blades, and I couldn’t help moaning with relief.

Sam did feel good. I put my food to one side for a second, pulled my t off and picking up the food again, sat back against Sam’s strong muscular torso, enjoying the feel of his chest. And pretty soon as my eyes went from Dan working in his kitchen to Patrick with his legs hooked over Dan’s hips as the latter entered him and then began to fuck him with a hip flexing thrust that was both sexy as hell and hypnotic; pretty soon I felt the swell of Sam’s own appreciation against my ass and the small of my back. From the feel of it, he had pulled his jock down and that was his naked hot shaft against my ass back there.

When Sam kissed my neck and my ear and reached around to play with my nipples, I didn’t resist. I told myself I could cool things off at any time, but I was so fucking horny I just wanted to feel a man’s touch, a man like Dan. Or, yes, even a man like Sam. Sam was hot, big, muscular, and if felt good to ease back against him. Even as I watched Dean fucking Patrick with the evident skill of experienced lovers, I turned my head to exchange kisses with the sexy PI. They were just affectionate kisses, nothing too sexual, but I just couldn’t help myself.

My cock was already hard as a rock in my spandex shorts and his roving hands soon reached round low enough to discover it stretching across my shorts to the hip.

“Mmm, love the feel ov-at. Your Dan is a lucky man, Jaike.” Sam purred in my ear, his Aussi accent making my cock throb.

“I’m the lucky one. Or will be when I get him back into my bed. Sam, I am not a jealous guy, and I love watching Dan with others, even that scumbag, Dean, I admit it. But fuck, this has driven me crazy. If I hadn’t just heard what Dean said to Patrick, I’d have wondered you all weren’t crazy paranoid, and I would be watching this shit forever.”

“Shhh, nannh, trust me, Jakko, me boy, you just heard him. I know it's hard. Mmm, so hard, Jakko,” Sam soothed, with his hands moving up and down my raging cock through the spandex, "But you got to hang in there with us. Bill will be here any minute and we’ll see this through. Oi’ve a feeling t-noight is the noight, anyway.”

On screen, and off-screen things were heating up. Dean was slamming into Patrick, fucking him hard and at a high pace, and Patrick's moans and grunts sounded increasingly high pitched and pinch throated.

At the same time, Sam had hooked his fingers in my shorts pulling them out and down enough to release my aching cock. Both his hands were all over it, stroking me as I gamely continued to eat the food. I was hungry as hell, but his hands and his mouth and tongue, teeth, and hot breath on my ear were driving me wild.

“Looks like I am missing the show,” a sexy baritone said, and I realized the young handsome policeman, Bill had arrived. Who knew how long he had been watching? I started to try to get up, but Sam's hand's kept stroking, holding me back in place. It had become pretty clear that Bill and Sam were an item, yet here I was with Sam’s hands still stroking my throbbing cock with Bill moving around to lean back, folding his arms, his lean sharply planed features wearing a sexy smile as he watched the action.

“Shhh, Bill, watch, listen up,” Sam said gesturing to the screen.

Patrick had cum. Dean had pulled out. When did that happen? Probably when my eyes were rolling up in my head, or when I looked to take in all of Bill. I was so close!

On the monitor, as Patrick lay there recovering, Dean stepped over to his in-office locker, extracted his billfold, pulled out a black card, and going over to Patrick’s clothes, pocketed the card. Patrick watched him from where he lay, his chest covered with the splotches of his cum.

“There now. When I give you the signal on your phone, you know what to do.” Dean said.

 Patrick visibly swallowed, whispering, "yes," and nodding.

“Shit!” I hissed. This was really going down. Despite how close to climax Sam had gotten me, I wanted to get up and do something! “We have to do something?” I said out loud.

“Easy, lad, it’s all part of the plan. Let it play out, Jakko, let it play out.”

Bill moved in and knelt in front of us. Taking my jaw in hand, he leaned in and kissed me. With Sam’s hands on my throbbing cock, and a sexy cop kissing me, I was helpless, shaking with the need to cum, yet floating on a ball of panic!

“Easy lad, easy… that’s it, Bill, go down on im, mate.”

Bill needed no further encouragement. In a second, his hand and mouth replaced Sam’s hands as he stretched those lips around me.

“Awww FUCK!”