Voyeur

Another Birthday

Journal Entry:Our life together begins to blossom and grow. Beth continues to amaze me. My love for Andrew grows, as does Beth’s. Finally, it's my turn to learn to accept. And another birthday brings yet another chance to witness the depth and breadth of Beth’s love and to watch Andrew fully embrace his new role as co-lover, fully supporting and enabling her generous instincts.

Slowly but surely the summer days passed until suddenly we arrived at my birthday again, However, this year, I was absolutely sure there were no additional surprises anyone could pull out of a hat!

I was wrong.

Andrew, Beth and I decided to have a very quiet celebration. We had reservations for the absolutely most incredible restaurant in the entire seaside area. We took our time, ordering drinks beforehand, wine with a most succulent meal and after dinner cordials. We retired to the bar area for another round of drinks. None of us was too terribly inebriated but we had arranged for a limousine to pick us up and we had a very pleasant ride back to our home. We had eaten early and the plan was to return home to watch a selection of films we had chosen for the occasion. There had been no talk of what might follow.

When we got home I could tell immediately that plans had changed. The room had been decorated with dozens of lit candles and probably a dozen glass vases filled with white roses. A champagne bucket filled with ice and my favorite champagne sat along with three glasses, on the counter that divided the kitchen from the living room. A trail of red rose petals led to our master bedroom. Obviously, the boys had been busy!

Beth and Andrew immediately began slowly undressing me; I did not object. Andrew was behind me, removed my jacket and tossed it on a nearby chair and then began rubbing his hands all over my front and unbuttoning my shirt. Beth kissed me deeply and wished me a Happy Birthday before dropping to the floor and working on removing my pants, socks and shoes. She ran her hands all over my lower body and over my steadily rising cock as she did her chore.

Soon enough I was naked. The two of them stayed dressed and swatted away any attempt to reciprocate.

Beth grabbed my hand and led me to the master bedroom. Andrew placed his hand in mine and followed along. The bedroom was similarly decorated; white roses (only this time in black porcelain vases, and probably two dozen large candles placed throughout the room.

My eye immediately caught a black mask sitting on my dresser. My eyes moved from the mask to Andrew's and then Beth's eyes and then to the bed, where I discovered two black slink ties on the bed, long enough to center ME in the middle!

I couldn't help but smile. But the two of them kept blank faces as Andrew stood before me and pushed me back on the bed. Beth took one of my wrists and wrapped the silk tie around it. Andrew had moved to the other side of the bed and began doing the same to my other wrist.

I had not seen him do it but Andrew had also retrieved the mask from my bureau. He bent over me and finally gave me his signature killer sweet smile letting me know that all was well. He then placed the mask over my eyes and tied it behind my head.

I lay there for about a minute trying to adjust to my new circumstances. Suddenly, Beth wished us well: “ I know you boys will have fun. I plan on having some fun with Raoul who is waiting for me in the next room. I love you David. And you too Andrew!”

I pondered Raoul for a brief moment. Yes, all this openness between us allowed Beth to do some exploration of her own and for me to be ready for it. And Raoul was the absolutely stunning result.

Raoul was a young, virile, very sexy, very hetro-guy but with fortunately a very open mind.

I always knew that Beth could command the attention of much younger guys and I was right! Raoul had a very mature attitude about the situation he found himself in. He knew all the ins and outs of our situation and knew that he would only be called upon infrequently. He enjoyed Beth’s company and making love to her and that was all he cared about.

“I love you Beth! I hope you enjoy yourself and don't feel left out” I said with a hint of … what... regret, guilt, loss, overwhelming joy and gratitude at Beth's generosity and openness? All of the above in some kind of confusing mix of feelings?

“Not at all my sweet. I was the one who set all this up. AndI willenjoy myself, never fear, my love.”

Before I had too much time to dwell on this, Andrew was on top of me, leaning forward and kissing me deeply and then kissing and licking my ear, my neck, down my chest to my nipples, where he dwelled for not an inconsiderable time and then proceeding down my toro, brushing his lips over my treasure trail and continuing with a teasing combination of hovering over and breathing upon my pubic hairs. I was stone cold hard.. and throbbing.

A first lick- from my balls all the way to the head of my cock sent shivers up my spine. Andrew repeated this movement several times and then switched to concentrating on my cock head; grabbing my shaft and licking all around my head, running his tongue around the area separating the shaft from the head and then back to the head. As drops of pre-cum appeared, Andrew licked them up enthusiastically ( or at least it seemed so, since I couldn't tell exactly with the blindfold on).

Suddenly, there seemed to be a prolonged shift of weight on the bed and then Andrew lifted my feet up and he folded my in half to provide better access to my ass. His hands ran over my ass cheeks in a slightly different pattern than I had become used to. Different-- but not unenjoyable! In fact, I was enjoying all this immensely. I breathed in and moaned loudly, noticing that Andrew was wearing a new cologne for the occasion, a smell that seemed familiar but untraceable in my memory as odors often are.

And something else. So familiar and yet so unfathomable.

Andrew continued to service my winking pucker hole with great relish, then suddenly lowered me down and began sucking my cock. Again, he seemed to be trying a new approach; new but not unfamiliar... maybe he had harkened back to something the night we first hooked up in front of a massive crowd of attentive and eventually cheering friends.

But then it hit me again... that alluring scent. I LOVED HIS NEW COLOGNE!

And... something else.

“I love your new cologne Andrew! What is it?”

Andrew seemed to be moving a bit... getting off the bed

“Can't remember love, let me check.”

I waited. I heard Andrew whispering as if to himself.

“Innocent Heat,” Andrew finally said. The name and the exchange between us sounded vaguely familiar. “Have you worn it before?” I asked.

There was a long pause.

“Yes... but it was quite a while ago....”

“Ah, I thought maybe it was the night of our first physical encounter?”

Another pause. I could hear him stroking himself.

“Yes. Yes it was,” he said breathily.

“Well maybe that's while it's doing something to my brain... It definitely is sending me into a dreamy reverie. And there is something about it too... I can't really place. Get back up here and suck me off again, babe. I need to feel it again, smell you again.. fire off those nerve endings. It was so fucking hot.”

I felt him climb back onto the bed. His hands grabbed my cock and his lips engulfed my hardness. He made quite a noisy show of sucking my cock and I loved it. Once again, everything felt so familiar and yet so strange and different. It was as if I was being transported back... to that … night?

Suddenly, I took another deep breath in.

“Come closer to me and kiss me!” I commanded in soto voice.

I felt him slide up the bed and I felt his warm body approach my face.

His lips hit mine... those lips so familiar... so wonderful.

I breathed in again... and yet again.

“Take off this fucking mask!” I growled.

I felt Andrew's hands reaching down from slightly above.

“Are you ready for your surprise babe?” Andrew said quite seductively.

I felt my masked being untied by Andrew's familiar fingers.

The mask dropped.

And so did my jaw.

Kneeling above me between my legs, mouth glistening from his recent very vigorous, noisy, sloppy sucking....

Was Jimmy!

I broke into an uncontrollable wide grin.

So did he.

“Fuck man!! What the fuck..?”

“Shut up and let's make love... the four of us... what do you say?”

It was at that point that I looked around the room. There was Andrew just to the left of me wearing a ridiculously silly grin, rubbing my cheek quite lovingly. And at the foot of our bed, to the right of me stood an exceptionally handsome man who I guessed was Peter.

What a beautiful specimen he was! Possibly ten years younger than Jimmy, he was at least 6' 3” , broad shouldered, muscular, olive skinned, prominent pecs, at least a six pack.... but who's counting. He grinned broadly.

“Hey David!” he said in a friendly, open manner. “I have heard so much about you, I feel I already know you!”

With that he came around to Andrew's side of the bed and put his arms around Andrew and kissed him.

“They make an awesome couple,” Peter said to Andrew with a sly grin.

“They do, don't they,” Andrew agreed. With that said, they both moved forward and dove unabashedly onto the bed where the four of us wriggled and squirmed around in a kind of sex free-for-all; our hands, tongues, lips, teeth, noses, faces, even toes finding nipples, necks, hair, faces, lips, tongues, eyelids, ears, whole surfaces of tight muscled bodies, belly buttons, pubic hair, balls, cocks, asses and pucker holes to explore. And we did so for long, lazy, luscious moments that seemed to drift into a heady oblivion.

Finally, we settled into a four-way sixty-nine, shifting positions several times so that everyone had a chance to experience everyone else, finally settling on me sucking Jimmy’s cock, Jimmy sucking Andrew, Andrew sucking Peter and Peter sucking me. We took our time, building each other up oh so slowly; using all the techniques in our collective arsenals and various combinations of lips, hands, fingers, tongues, noses, teeth (sparingly, of course), and faces to bring each other slowly but surely to a well-choreographed climax. At the appointed moment, all four of us were buried in each other's cocks all the way down our throats, fingers up each other's holes having found that “spot” in each and every case until an incredible, seemingly simultaneous release occurred that was beyond anything any of us had ever experienced. We all furiously swallowed, allowing some of each massive load leak out for more delicious licking and cleaning later. Satisfied and sated, we lay on each other's laps and legs, completely spent and content.

Finally, Andrew spoke up.

“Suppose we leave these two studs alone and go entertain ourselves in whatever meager fashion we can come up with.” Andrew said and leaned over to Peter with a long, passionate kiss.

Jimmy and I watched them as they left the room. A long, heavy silence.

“Jimmy,” I started.

“Don't!” Jimmy hurried to interrupt. “You did what you needed to do at that moment and believe me I understand. It took me quite awhile for me to be completely comfortable in my own body and with my true self. So... it took you a few more years; who cares.” He leaned down and kissed me; a first, lightly and then passionately driving his tongue in my mouth.

I responded to his kiss eagerly and we made out, him on top of me, for what seemed like hours but I'm sure was but a few minutes.

I looked up at him, deeply staring into those beautiful, expressive, still shockingly blue eyes. He was still so fucking hot! And I felt completely transported back to that night. That night... that cologne, but it was his own scentthat gave him away.., reminded me of him... after all these years!!

“You know, Jimmy. For so long after that weekend, I played the “what if” game. What if I hadn't been such a fucking coward. What if we had weathered the storm of coming out together. What if we had become a loving couple, bought a house together, maybe had a family..... What if... The problem is..”

“That you would be negating everything you love and live for now!” Jimmy interrupted. “ For you, Beth, and now Andrew and the boys ...yeah I met them and what beautiful, quirky, wonderful pieces of work they are! But also your children, your grandchild. For me, Peter and our kids... our amazing life together.”

“Yeah!” I simply added.

“But tonight, we have each other at long last, thanks to the generous spirit of Beth and Andrew and Peter...”

We began kissing again..

“ I guess I can consider this my make up sex!” he chortled into my neck and then kissed it.

“And I have a lot to make up for!” and with that I pushed Jimmy off of me, rolling him over and landing on top of him, and then kissed and licked my way down to his still all familiar cock nested in an enticing dark red bush with just a few flecks of grey. My hands explored his entire body, amazingly similar to his 18 year old self, while my mouth engulfed his entire cock, moving up and down on it, feeling every vein, curve and crevice. My fingers danced over his body as I moved faster and faster over his luscious tool.

Suddenly, I was transported back to that weekend - 18 year old Jimmie lying on his Mom's bed naked, his muscles tensing as I ran my hand over him and sucked him off-- my very first and blow job given to a guy, one of many that weekend but after that weekend, the last for a very very long time. As I had that night, I brought Jimmy to the brink, his cock impossibly hard and throbbing. I moved up his body and kissed his neck then whispered into his ear.

“I'm going to fuck myself on your cock now!”

Jimmy moaned involuntarily. I started to find a condom and Jimmy stopped me.

“We both practice safe sex and are tested routinely just in case. Let this night be ours to know each other fully; if you are ok with it”

I was. And I knew that Beth and Andrew would be too.

I grabbed Jimmy's stiff member, lubed it briefly and then raised myself up and over it bringing him none too slowly into my hungry hole till I rested on his pubes. I moved in every possible way as I impaled myself on his substantial rod, leaning down occasionally to kiss him or to lick and bite at his nipples, then leaning back with my hands supporting me behind, riding him for all I was worth.

The entire time, I was concentrating on the sensation of his cock inside me and I could feel in a way that was so fulfilling I completely forgot about my cock, flailing around in the air in front of me. After what seemed like a lifetime of bliss Jimmy showed signs of getting ready to blow. His body was flushed, his muscles tense, his breathing irregular and labored, eyes shut, moaning rhythmically, lost in his own world. Suddenly his eyes shot open and he looked directly at me. “I'm gonna cum baby!”

And cum he did! Massively, deeply, shot after shot painting my insides. My whole body was alive and tingling as Jimmy thrusted repeatedly into my depths. Lost in the moment, I suddenly realized that I was blasting cum all over Jimmy's stomach, chest, neck and face. Throughout, Jimmy and I maintained eye contact. Some of my cum had landed in Jimmy's mouth but some was on his face and lips. His fingers busily gathered it up and placed it in his mouth.

“Feed me!” he said simply.

I positioned myself so that I could lean down and lick cum from his stomach and chest and then come and kiss him deeply. I did this for a while, each of us enjoying our wet, sticky kisses.

“You're leaking on my lap babe. Go down and bring us some of my cum to share.”

I went down to his pubes and licked the copious amount of cum that had drained out of me and brought it to Jimmy like a prize we could share. I did this several times and then finally collapsed on Jimmy's chest. Both of us fell asleep briefly. Round one.

We spent an incredible night together revisiting our first and only time together. But this time we brought to it a little more knowledge and skill and.. dare I say it... wisdom to the occasion. That first night, it was all testosterone, lust and youthful exuberance - lots of misfires and mistakes- and it was fantastic! Tonight, the pace was less phrenetic, more relaxed, practiced, deliberate and loving. And it was fantastic!

At some late hour we finally fell asleep.

Life is but a Dream!

Journal Entry: My GOD! Was it all a dream? I turned to my journal to find empty pages.

Have you ever had one of those dreams where you know you are dreaming but you can’t quite wake up and you think you’re awake but then you're not. And you can’t quite tell what’s real and what’s a dream!

THAT is what I was in the middle of. I was trying to remember what had happened over the last few hours. No! Over the last few days. FUCK! Over the last few months!

As I thought this, I knew that I was still dreaming but couldn’t quite find the way to wake up yet.

Suddenly, a cold chill ran through me as I recalled the events of what I thought of as last night.

With Jimmy, and Peter and Andrew

And Beth!

Was it real?? Another cold chill.

It wasn’t.

Was all of it just a dream?? Not just my experience with Jimmy. ALL OF IT!?

My mind quickly passed over a cascading cast of characters and experiences which became more and more improbable as a dwelt on them: sexy Hawaiian twins, an Ebony god, a sultry latin lover, a spicy Asian crackerjack… FUCK!

And what of the fantastical venues for these escapades? And, for God’s sake, what of the incredible expense! WHAT? All for ME!?? Hardly.

This wasn’t real - none of it, I suddenly concluded; still trying to wake up - but to no avail.

Another, even bigger chill ran down my spine.

WAIT! How about Brian and Chris!? ANDREW!?

I dashed to my dresser and retrieved my journal. Well, at least THAT was real! I open to the first page: BLANK!

Second page: BLANK!

I frantically flipped through the remaining pages. They were all blank.

My eyes filled with tears, unbidden as I finally woke up!

I reached out next to me on my left where I remember Jimmy being; NOTHING!

Now my tears began to fall in earnest.

Suddenly, from the other side of me I heard Beth’s soothing voice and felt her hand run across my face.

But still, I couldn't get my eyes to work- so overwhelmed with my tears and the lingering effect of my dream state….. and the sudden realization that nothing had been real!

I began to run my hand down my body, fully expecting to find my flabby self.

But Beth caught my hand and held it.

“Darling, wake up. You’re having a bad dream!” Suddenly her lips were upon mine and I found myself giving myself over to the kiss and slowly opening my eyes.

My eyes began filling with tears again.

“I must be such a disappointment to you, '' I said. I promise to get in shape and be a better husband and lover to you, Beth”

“What!” she laughed out loud. "Between you and Andrew and occasionally Raoul, I’m getting about all the love I can take! And as to your body…. It’s about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen."

My eyes popped open.

I looked over to find Andrew on my immediate right, Beth leaning over him, running her hand over my face and through my hair.

Andrew was blissfully sleeping.

Still somewhat disoriented, my mind tried to make sense of my bed’s current occupants. Beth immediately read my confusion.

“The boys need to get an early start. They both said that they would stay in touch.... and Jimmy left you this note. She reached over to the bed table to retrieve it and then handed it to me.

I opened it while Beth looked on.

All it said was:

“Don't be sorry.... I'm not and never have been. Life goes on and is mostly wonderful. I am so glad that we could reconnect. I plan on staying that way. Love Always, Jimmy”

I smiled and leaned over Andrew to Beth and gave her a long grateful, passionate kiss. Then I leaned down and gave Andrew a kiss right on his lips. Beth did the same seconds later.

Andrews eyes popped open.

“Good morning, my loves!” Andrew said, yawning into a stretch and smiling broadly.

I gazed lovingly at Beth with tears in my eyes and kissed her once again.

“Thank you!” I said simply, my eyes still on her, conveying much more than my words.

Then, I leaned over and hugged them both close to me.

Thank you both… for loving me!

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door then the doorbell.

I slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went to the door.

Chris and Brian stood there in shorts and running shoes; shirtless, sexy, muscles gleaming in the sun and those silly grins plastered across their handsome faces.

"Morning Sexy Man, you and Andrew ready for our morning run!

"Andrew, get your lazy ass out of bed…. Time for our run!" I shouted

I slipped on my running shoes at the door and moments later, Andrew emerged, groggy but dressed in running shoes and shorts, followed by Beth in her robe.

At the door, all four of usgave her a kiss on the lips!

"By the time you boys get back, I'll have breakfast on the table!"

"Sounds great, Mrs. B, the boys said in unison."

"Sounds great, Love," Andrew said. "Yum!" I added.

Andrew leaned back and gave her another kiss. Then kissed me.

"Let's get this show on the road," he said and winked.

Beth shut the door.

A millisecond later, the three of them looked at me.

"Lose the shirt, Sexy Man!" they all commanded.

I smiled, a shiver of joy came over me, and I pulled off my "T".