A Marine Makes the Most Of A Solo Trip To Tampa

Apologies in advance – this was supposed to be the third AND FINAL installment of my sexcapades in the course of my business trip to Tampa. I’d told a few guys that already. Fortunately I’m not too far off  – there’s only 1 more installment after this one. (I’m reminded of Stephen King’s Dark Tower “trilogy” that became 8 ¼ books before it was done! And, no, I’m no Stephen King and know it!)

A Marine Makes The Most Of A Solo Trip To Tampa 

Part 3 – An Unexpected Triple WelCUM Home

by BillyC 

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I’d had three productive days in Tampa, and I couldn’t wait to get home. My husband had our teenage son Ellis helping him, both of them staying at our condo in the District. Jim’s wrecked shoulder was healing at what seemed to him like a glacial pace. While it was, he was strictly forbidden from using that shoulder or arm, so he needed help with most everything.

Ellis has risen to the challenge. We’d gotten permission for him to live off campus for the two nights, and they’d bached it up together. Friday Early evening was my return, and we planned to have some serious reunion sex. Ellis had returned to his dorm after school that day.

Jim had made the necessary plans to have a less familial helper that afternoon for his . . . preparations. Our friend and sometimes masseur - and occasional playmate - Jake was happy to help out.

I’d texted Jim my ETA and instructions to “BE READY” earlier in the afternoon. I honestly hadn’t given his need for assistance being ready any thought until he mentioned it when I texted him from the plane on the way home. A variation on our plan took form.

Me to Jim:

Invite Jake to stay. And have him ready too.

Jim:

I love how your filthy mind works. Another way we match.

A minute or so later . . .

Jim:

Jake is so eager he may just burst. He is taking care of his necessaries as I text you.

That eagerness that would be rewarded. 

Me to Jim:

Make sure he opens himself up with one of your dildos we keep there – make sure he’s good and ready for a GOODTIME!

Jim:

Way ahead of you babe.

He usually was.

I wasn’t about to burst, but the crotch on my slacks might – the seams and zipper were being strained to their limits after that short a conversation. THAT was how horned up I was for my husband after a couple of days away.

Though I made little effort to, I wouldn’t have been able to keep my thoughts off Jim and Jake, naked. Even though the “necessary prep” they were performing to be ready for aggressive fucking weren’t a stimulating image, them naked, together was. So I made a decision.

Our security system is comprehensive at our residences. We have full audio and video, with night vision, among other things. The recordings and realtime monitoring are only accessible via VPN, and that requires dual authentication, which is sent by a secondary secure messaging app. I didn’t know if the jet’s connection would enable me to do it, but given I could make calls, I thought I should be able to authenticate into the system.

And just that easily, I was in and scanning the cam indices, intending to see the most recent activity in the master bedroom and master bathroom. But instead, I saw that though there was continuous activity there for the previous forty minutes, less than ten minutes prior there had been activity in the outside hall, front entry and through the house to the bedroom. A guess was taking form in my imagination – a delightfully nasty scene. As much as I wanted to spy on Jimmy and Jake, I decided to see what was up with the other activity to test my hunch.

The system makes viewing easy by allowing a point in time start and then all monitors with activity to be paned on the screen. For example, if a familiar stud happens to be walking from the elevator to the front door at the same time as my husband is walking – stark naked, I might add – from the master bedroom to the entry foyer, and a second familiar, expected, visiting stud is toweling off in the master bathroom, all the motion-activated monitors will show in panes on the screen. Thus, while I salivated over Jake, our studly trainer and physical therapy doctor friend, who’d helped Jim take care of his necessaries as a prelude to our fucking to come, drying his well-sculpted body in our pied a terre’s master bathroom in one pane, I likewise enjoyed my stud husband strutting through the condo with his big cock and balls swinging, muscles rippling, heading toward the entry door. And in the third pane in the hallway outside? Our friend, Kirk, an instructor at the Academy who had become our friend by doing lewd things into our gates cams at home after a long run along the road to our house. He was standing at the door, waiting for Jim to answer.

I turned on audio and was glad to see that the jet’s connection accommodated the required bandwitth. As Jim got to the door and opened it, I was regaled by Kirk’s surprise and enthusiasm for Jim’s dishabille. “That’s what I call a welcome! I’m really looking forward to this,” he said with a broad grin.

Jim laughed and closed the door behind Kirk after an awkward brohug because of Jimmy’s sling. “Glad you were in the city and available. C’mon,” he told Kirk, turning to lead the way after a couple sentences asking how his shoulder was healing. “Jake is in the bathroom finishing cleaning up.”

“Jim knows it’s me coming, right, Jake? Kirk and Jake had a “thing” for a while after they first met, and we thought we might have hit another homer introducing them. But we’d heard it had cooled to a fuckbud thing at best, that rarely apparently. We didn’t have any more details from either one of them, unless Jimmy had gotten more info out of one or the other of him when he decided to make our threesome a foursome.

Jim stopped and turned to face Kirk, who’d been following him. “He was ECSTATIC, James.” Yes, Kirk’s first name is James – as in James T. Kirk, to be precise. His explanation when we first knew him was that his parents were Star Trek fans, his mother being a particular fan of the William Shatner of those days and his portrayal of the studly Captain Kirk. That Kirk looked more like a furry Spock than the fair-haired Captain had not deterred her in her naming of him. Having been a Star Trek and, particularly, Captain Kirk fan (read – jacked off to Captain Kirk almost as much as to the original Steve McGarrett while watching reruns on my tiny black and white television in my room as a kid – that’s saying something!). I can only hope that Captain Kirk’s equipment was half as notable as Commander Kirk’s is. But I digress . . .

Kirk looked like he might jump with joy at the news that Jake knew he was joining the fun. His face was beaming, and he said to Jimmy, conspiratorially, “Thanks!”

I was enjoying the many scenarios that could evolve sloshing around in my head as much as the sight of my husband’s world class ass – and rest of him, muscles, movie star handsome looks and all – and Jake apparently making sure every square inch of his ripped, toned bod was dry in the bathroom. But I was also sitting on my company’s plane, boned beyond belief, wondering if I would end up in the lav before I got there, jacking one out to avoid my nuts going critical!

“Here’s the surprise!” Jim enthused, when he and Kirk got to the master bathroom.

Jake was obviously taken aback when he saw his ex-lover, but he recovered quickly, before Kirk reacted. “I thought he knew I was coming?” he asked with a hint of panic.

My husband is not generally one for subterfuge. “He knew another man was joining us. And I promised it would be someone he would enjoy,” he answered, with a hint of admonishment. 

“Is that a command or can we make our own decision?” Jake asked, but with a bit of playfulness.

He was obviously asking Kirk the question, testing Kirk’s appetite unnecessarily. It was unnecessary because Kirk was ogling Jake like a starving man looking through the window at a buffet. When he didn’t immediately respond, Jimmy saved the moment by leaning in and wiping Kirk’s chin. “Wouldn’t want you drooling on your jacket,” he told him with a chuckle. That broke the mood, and the three laughed, then Kirk and Jake embraced in a more than quick act of reunion.

Jimmy had went to our big bed and got himself comfortable with some effort due to the sling and only being able to use one arm to help maneuver himself. The other two shared their continuing moment, and I was mildly annoyed that neither so much as offered to help my husband. The cam with his angle showed him laying back, successfully propped up by a mound of pillows, his long, corded, muscular legs, ripped torso and one big gun behind his head all shown in a very familiar – and tantalizing – view. That alone could have pushed me to the lav for relief, but there too much interest in what was going on at our condo.

Kirk and Jake both gave Jimmy his due as their attention finally turned to him, looking centerfold sexy on our big bed. “Damn, dude – your husband is one lucky man!” Kirk said first. Jake added, “You are such a stud, Jim. Billy is a damn fine stud, too, by the way – just sayin’!” Well, at least they remembered me! LOL

Jimmy, in his very refined way, lowered his eyelids and tipped his head in uncomfortable acknowledgement of the praise, then he enlightened the three of us. “Here is what is going to happen, provided, of course, that you two are game.” After allowing Kirk and Jake to give each other a quick look, he continued. “Jim, you did not know that Billy would not be here – I let you think when I called you that he would be the other participant. Well, he will, in about an hour’s time or a bit more, depending on traffic. And then we will be four.” I unconsciously checked the time – had it really been almost twenty minutes since Jimmy and I had texted? “He is flying in as we speak, horny as all get out, expecting a threesome with Jake. So I decided to sweeten the pot, raising the threesome to a foursome.” Of course I knew all this already. And I was still wondering what he had in mind more particularly for the three of them and for me as the fourth arrival.

“Hot damn!” Jake enthused. Kirk just grinned.

“Just to confirm, you’re both still clean, still on PrEP?”

Jake and Kirk turned to each other as if wanting to know the answer themselves, then nodded and turned back to Jimmy. “Yup” and “Yes, I am – both – just had a full checkup before I could sign my contract for the season. And sad to say, but I haven’t had any action since,” were the two answers. The latter from Jake, who I knew was reporting to spring training the following day.

“Then you won’t have any objection to fucking each other bare and making sure your butts are opened up and full of seed by the time Billy gets here, will you?”

“FUCK NO!” Kirk blurted out, and the other two both laughed.

“One of us is overdressed,” Jake told Kirk playfully, clearly anxious to get started. He steped in and reached for his Kirk’s belt.

Kirk just put his arms out and let Jake undress him, which Jake did quickly and efficiently. First he opened Kirk’s pants, then took his jacket, which he was still wearing from when he came in, unbuttoned and removed his shirt, allowing his big hands to rub Kirk’s chiseled torso all over as he got the shirt off. He gave a little sigh and then quickly kissed Kirk’s left pec, which Kirk responded to by bringing his left hand up behind Jake’s head and giving him a caress. “I’ve missed you,” Kirk told him after the kiss, looking him in the eye. In reply Jake kissed him again, this time on the lips, but chastely. “Me too,” he answered when the short kiss was over.

From the other cam I saw that Jimmy was enjoying this as much as I was. Jimmy’s cock was half hard, and he was languidly stroking it with his free hand. In another angle I saw that Jake was definitely enjoying it – rock hard already, his average sized cock jutting out at the ready. I still hadn’t touched myself, not even to adjust the extreme tightness in my slacks. Now I didn’t dare, because if I started . . .

Jake had Kirk’s pants down, and the commander’s ample endowment in his hand, caressing it. Jim Kirk is darkly furred over milky skin on his torso, but ‘scaped, though not as dramatically as when we first met him. That is our influence. In fact, if you hadn’t known him when he butchered his crotch, trail and pecs, you might not notice that he trims up at all now. His cock is big and heavy, as are his very furry balls. And his body is spectacular for a man in his early forties – a devoted runner’s bod, with heavily tanned arms and legs contrasting with his very white torso.

Jake Sutton, on the other hand, is more muscular, though also very lean, and he is a dirty blond – in so many ways! – like me. But his mounded and corded body is smooth except for his ass, pubes, a small trail, arms and legs, which have a coating of wiry blond fur matching his head. Balls-wise, average at best – but cock-wise, he’d been given a small extra helping of length with average girth and a tapered head. And he was very happy to see Kirk, obviously!

“You two make a great pair,” Jimmy assessed from his comfortable spot on the bed. They did – having never seen them together naked before, I couldn’t help but see the complements between them, much like Jimmy’s and my differences and similarities.

Jake turned suddenly, as if having forgotten Jim was there, letting Kirk’s hardon bounce free. Kirk put his arm around Jake’s shoulder, a bit awkwardly because of the difference in their height, but they did look good together, I had to admit. “So what’s the plan?” Kirk asked Jim?

“The PLAN,” Jimmy answered, “Is that we get both your cunts stretched and lubed for us before Billy gets home.”

“Can do!” Jake was first to answer, and Kirk sort of blushed at that, or at least at my husband’s frank talk.

“I’ve had much more difficult assignments!” Kirk added.

“Care where or how?” Jake asked Jimmy. Then, “I mean, we’ve been known to be a BIT aggressive, and we wouldn’t want you to be too jostled around and end up in pain if we’re on the bed. But then again, speaking for Jim, we’d enjoy being close enough to you for you to . . . join in . . . or at least to be able to enjoy the smell of us.”

Kirk giggled at that. I’ve never seen or heard him giggle, and it looked good on him. I knew Jake would look even better on him. And I wished I could be there to enjoy the aromas of their fucking.

“I should add that this will all be on a security video, which I am certain Billy will watch later, unless you have any objection.” Both of them looked around. “Don’t bother – the cameras are everywhere and are nothing any of us would ever find. You know my husband!”

“Too bad he can’t watch us in realtime,” Jake mused. Oh, Jake, you delightfully dirty bitch, you! My mind took a quick flash through a few scenes Jimmy and I had enjoyed with him, and just how dirty he was/is.

“Enough talk!” Kirk pronounced, taking the lead and pulling Jake around and into an aggressive kiss. It was only seconds before both were moaning and practically climbing up each other’s bodies, both hard and leaking, groping each other all over.

They wrestled that way standing, their urgency apparent, their need stoked. Finally, Kirk regained the control he’d started with and maneuvered Jake onto the bed gently, both of them giving Jimmy a look to see if he was uncomfortable. Jimmy’s massive cock was drooling, his precum being smeared by languid strokes, and his smile told the boys anything his cock hadn’t about his level of comfort.

We have a HUGE bed – actually three identical, one in each of our houses. When I first met Jimmy and we fucked at his house, I’d never seen a bed as big as his. I later found out that he’d long before decided that his six foot seven height – and his penchant to spend money! – had prompted him to have a mattress set and bed custom made . . . and of course linens to fit it. It certainly serves two big guys as well today as it did that first day we hooked up, and Jimmy had outfitted our condo and then the home his parents gave us in Hawaii with identical beds. And as if having anticipated the future need, clearly there was room for two average sized guys to join Jimmy on our bed as I watched them.

Kirk had Jake on his back, and he was devouring his pits while grinding into him, on top of him. Jake’s hands were clasped on Kirk’s head, occasionally groping elsewhere, grappling for hold as Kirk’s tongue clearly hit his pleasure spots. I briefly thought about how those same pits Kirk was feasting on would taste when I got there, after he and Jake had fucked themselves into a good sweat. Mmmmmm.

I watched Kirk as he began moving down from Jake’s hairy pits, first tickling one of his nipples with his tongue causing Jake’s musculature to tense and ripple, then sucking it causing Jake’s body to tense, his abs especially popping, then biting it causing the stud’s body to convulse once and then begin to writhe. Jake’s hardon was drooling considerably by that point, and I lamented the waste as it rolled off his mushroom head and dribbled into the gutters of his lower abs. Then, when Jake’s hands clasped Kirk’s head harder, wanting more action on that nip, Kirk shook him off and went to work on the other nip. This time the script was different, going straight for the bite, and Kirk’s body almost levitated off the bed, apparently to Jimmy’s delight as he looked on, based on his surprised grin. I also heard Jake roar with his own endorsement.

Then Kirk was growling himself, seemingly gnawing on first the right nip, then going to the left and flicking it with his tongue, then sucking the right, then going back to gnaw on the left and back to the right again, changing it up, playing a gay man’s version of motorboat. All the while Jake was moaning in delight and torment, writhing and at times thrashing, and I worried for Jim’s comfort, given his shoulder. But he was jacking faster and seemed to be enrapt by the action a few feet away from him, so if he was good, I was. And I knew I was based on the extreme discomfort in my slacks.

The point came where the nip action was really getting to me – something about the extended nipwork and Jake’s cock drooling at a constant pace, perhaps the need for me to work for the views, Jimmy in one cam, the nip action in another from a different angle and the view of Jake’s straining cock drooling onto his groin and abs, when he raised his hips off the bed in involuntary response to Kirk’s teases was keeping me riveted to the action, and keeping my cock in the spectator thrall as well. Oh, and Jimmy was throwing in the odd “YEAH, drive that wanton bitch crazy with desire,” while Kirk growled and Jake pleaded for more, to be fucked and, generally, babbled his ecstasies as the meal Kirk made of him progressed.

Suddenly Kirk left Jake’s nips, and I could see them reddened and engorged with blood like I’d never seen them before in our play with him. Jake moaned an earsplitting cry as his body realized that Kirk’s tongue, teeth and mouth had left, but then he cried out “OH FUCK YEAH!” when Kirk got himself repositioned between Jake’s legs and threw them up high, lifting Jake’s beautiful bubble butt into the air. He went in fast and hard with his face into Jake’s fuzzy crack, and Jake’s howls of delight resumed the continuous melody.

“That’s it – get the bitch ready for fucking!” Jimmy encouraged crudely, surprising me, but delighting me as well. Jim’s leer as he watched, juxtaposed with a slowing of his cockstrokes, had an oddly erotic effect on me, and I felt my hardon spewing another, bigger glob of precum into my painfully crowded slacks than the one it had loosed when Kirk’s face first dove into Jake’s crack.

Kirk was a noisier eater of Jake’s ass than he was even of his nips – growling, slurping, moaning all going on over the backdrop of Jake’s cries, which had escalated to pleas. “GOD JIM, please FUCK ME already!” and the like.

Kirk stopped for a brief moment, got his head up to where he could look down over Jake’s raised crotch into the begging stud’s eyes and asked, “Are you sure, Jakey? You know what happened last time.”

Jim’s confusion at Kirk’s last chance check was the same as mine – WE didn’t know what “happened last time” – and enquiring minds want to know!

“JUST FUCKING DO IT, JAMES! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!” the bitch begged.

So he did. Lined up and SHOVED IN HARD, causing Jim to WAIL out an “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” which was quickly followed by “FUCK YEAH!” amidst curses.

Kirk gave his own affirmation. “SO FUCKING TIGHT AND HOT!” But he didn’t waste a moment and began pumping into Jake hard and fast, long dicking him and going to it.

To say the sight of Kirk’s tight body moving and impacting with Jake’s muscled body was pure erotic art would be close to the truth. I wondered if Jimmy and I looked like that – his more muscled body, my old, scarred, leaner muscled body colliding as our joining was brought to its deepest connection again and again.

“Yeah, give it to him!” Jimmy encouraged, now no longer stroking his cock, his usable arm back over his head contentedly. I knew he was saving himself, though it looked like he wasn’t as aroused as before . . . until you noticed the steady flow of his pre out his fat, flanged knob and down his long, veiny shaft. The afternoon sun’s angle in the big glass doors caught that manjuice just right . . . and made my balls ache in and of itself.

“Jim, you’re so fucking tight . . . and you make my cock feel like it’s on fire!”

“God, dude, I’ve missed the way you fuck me. Make it hurt! GO ON – FUCK ME!”

Over the smacking of their moistened crotch and ass I heard their straining and grunts as Kirk did just what his bitch had begged for and began brutally slamming into him.

“FUCK YEAH. FILL ME, JIM! FUCK ME AND FILLLLLLLLLL ME!” Jake cried, his head thrashing, his hands clawing into Kirk’s fine buttglobes, pulling him desperately deeper.

“Jesus, Jakey, I can’t –  I’m so— I’m not going to— “ His nuts are the kind of big hangers that go up with the slightest arousal, but I could see from the way that they were almost completely up inside him that he was going over the edge. “OHHHHFFFUUUUUCCCKKKKK HERE IT UUUUNNNGGGGGMMMMMMMM!”

“OH GOD YES!” Jake yelled loud enough to be heard on the circle six stories down. “GIVE IT!”

And Kirk’s cries and grunts matched the spasming of his glutes as he pumped out into Jake. Jake’s own moans of ecstasy and his heels clamped together on Kirk’s butt during the delivery made me wonder if he’d cum, and not one of the damn cams gave me a good view of his cock and groin area with Kirk plastered down over Jake’s body, which was nearly bent back in half onto himself.

“Mmmmmmm,” Jimmy suddenly moaned from the sidelines, and his usable hand was again teasing his big, full nuts, rubbing and pulling on them. Or maybe it wasn’t sudden, and it was just that the two boys’ collective shouts had calmed enough for me to hear Jim better.

Kirk leaned his butt back and bent down, settling Jake’s butt onto the bed without disengaging, and he fully laid over Jake and wrapped his arms around him. Their mouths found each other, and they kissed passionately for quite literally minutes. No grinding, no desperate groping, just long, deep kissing and moaning alongside my husband, whose smile watching them was beatific. When at last the kiss broke, Kirk brought his forehead against Jake’s and murmured something that sounded like, “Why did we—“ and I couldn’t get the rest. Jake’s arms, which had been wrapped tight around him, pulled him tighter, and he replied, “It doesn’t matter. This was—“ and again I didn’t get the rest.

Jimmy broke the spell. “You are not finished, and Billy will be here soon.”

In fact I hadn’t heard my pilot’s announcement consciously, and didn’t realize until the landing gear was rolling on the runway that we were landing as Jimmy said that. THAT was how good the show was. And I was still curious about the underplot between the two of them. So much left to do! LOL

“YEAH!” Jake agreed, and he THREW Kirk off him off the side of the bed effortlessly. Jake is one strong bitch . . . but the display made my cock throb anew. “Just bend over and get that ass out for me. MY TURN, JAMES!” he ordered Kirk.

Kirk had landed on his feet – a runner’s agility despite having his body drained a moment before. His arousal was plain, as his sagging cock was rising again. I did know that he preferred to be called James, and Jake had been calling him Jim. (I haven’t edited that for the readers’ comfort, instead erring on the side of accuracy of the report. Hope it hasn’t been too confusing between my husband’s name and Kirk’s first name.)

“Guess I don’t have to ask if you’ll be gentle?” Kirk mugged, bending over and planting his hands on the edge of the bed with his feet planted wide as Jake scrambled down and took position behind him.

“Only if you want me to,” Jake grinned, spitting noisily and thickly onto Kirk’s offered ass. The contrast in textures between the thick glob of snot he expertly hocked down into Kirk’s crack and the sweat that was dripping off his forehead was in itself erotic to see.

Almost spellbreaking, Kirk answered a bit softly. “Jake, I just want you inside me. I just want you. However you want me.”

“Aww, shucks!” Jake mugged without any derision. And pushed his fat knob into his bitch’s waiting crack without further preamble.

“OHFUCK!” Kirk hissed, his head snapping up and then dropping down. Every muscle in his body was tensed – a pleasing sight in itself, and I could see his hands gripping the bedcover desperately. But he didn’t move or beg for a breather. “Mmmmmm, GOD I’ve missed this!” he growled.

A bit more conscious of my surroundings, I knew we were at our final stop – or mine – before the cabin door was opened and pleasantries between our cabin attendant and the ground crew were being exchanged. I gave my phone a last look, regretful that I wouldn’t be able to watch the show, and I saw that Jake was rubbing his cock in Kirk’s crack, and Kirk was trying to impale himself backward onto it. The audio continued through my earbuds as I briefly contemplated how to get out of the plane without the missile in my pants causing a commotion.

“TEASE ME why don’t ya?” Kirk bemoaned, and Jake laughed.

“Oh, calm yourself!” Jake teased him, spitting again. But Jake took his cue and began drilling into Kirk’s finely honed butt hard enough to renew slapping noises more pleasing than any opera’s overture. And Kirk’s cries of joy interspersed with grunts of pain and pleasure accompanied the rhythm of their bodies’ collisions.

“General?” the cabin attendant prompted, standing by the door with my overcoat and briefcase. I knew the ground crew would be taking my bag to my car.

I’d made a tactical error upon leaving Tampa, and I’d asked for my car to be taken to the outside of the private terminal, instead of driving it out myself from our hanger where it had been parked while I was away. It was a gauntlet to drive anywhere on the tarmac itself, what with multiple security checks along the way – maybe not for the ground crew, but for a private party – and I hadn’t anticipated having my slacks full of precum and a hardon for all to see. Now I’d have to walk out for the cabin attendant and pilots to see, the ground crew and through the private terminal for the staff there to see. Great! But then I thought about my coat.

“See if my wallet is in my overcoat, would you?” I asked, knowing the cabin attendant wouldn’t go into my pocket any more than he would fly the plane himself. And, as I suspected, he brought the coat the distance to my seat and held it out to me. I didn’t have to make a show of it as he turned after I took the coat from him and returned to the door. I got out of my seat quickly and turned toward the aft of the cabin to get my coat on and buttoned.

I walked off the plane with my overcoat successfully concealing my potential embarrassment. When I got into the terminal, the attendant was the manager, a young, handsome, borderline overly friendly but very efficient man. Without thinking I stopped and opened my coat to get my wallet and got a bill. “Give this to whoever brought my car around, would you?” I asked, offering the bill.

Ames was looking down at my very obvious arousal, and I almost had time to say, “Up here,” before he broke his ogling gaze. “I will, thank you on his behalf, General Cate,” he replied, taking the offered tip. And then with a borderline naughty grin he added, “And a VERY good evening to you and to Judge Ellis.” I did give him an eyeroll, which caused him to grin wider, before I left.

“OH MAN THAT’S GOOD. DEEPER!”

“You love this fuckn dick, don’t you?”

“You know I do.”

“SAY IT! TELL ME if you want me to fuck you the way you need to be fucked!”

“I FUCKN LOVE YOUR COCK, JAKEY! I fuckn WANT IT. DEEP. HARD. NOWWWWWW!”

When the Bluetooth kicked in, the sounds of their fucking reverberated on the upgraded Bose system in my truck after having been in my ear buds as I walked out. I didn’t bother to adjust the volume. My cock didn’t lower, either – not at all!

I heard bodies slapping – the rhythm unpredictable, intentionally. Kirk begging when Jake slowed, then Jake taunted him, then SLAPPING LOUD as he pounded into him, Kirk’s appreciative grunts and begs for more continuing.

I was over the Arlington Memorial bridge and rounding the Lincoln memorial when I heard Jimmy. “Put him on his back so I can see you pound it home!” There were some enthusiastic grunts and then a cry of regret or pain, presumably as Jake dismounted, then rustling as Kirk got himself positioned on the bed. “Get his legs way back so that cunt is in the air – I want to see you sliding in and out of him like he did you,” my husband directed.

I gave a salute as I drove past the Vietnam Memorial – reflex and definite respect – without any shame for what was echoing in my car at volume. I heard Kirk’s loud grunt “UUUUMMMMMPPPHHHHGGGGGHHHHHHHH!” as Jake remounted him.

“Got a good view, Judge?” Jake asked with a snicker.

“Just do your job. Billy’s on the ground and less than twenty blocks away!” Jimmy growled back. “I want both your cunts good and wet and ready when he gets here.”

“Yeah – fuckn DO YOUR JOB!” Kirk taunted his fucker . . . and was immediately rewarded, as clearly indicated by his very loud grunts and cries of affirmation as Jake pounded into him.

Whether there was unusually light traffic, I hit the lights just right or Jake pounded that bitch for longer than I knew him to last from our encounters, I couldn’t say without analysis. But I was past the Shake Shack and onto Connecticut when I finally heard Jake about to bust. I honestly had to keep my attention on traffic, because listening was hotter than seeing . . . or maybe it was because that’s all I could do was listen, and it just seemed hotter than my earlier viewing.

“GOD THE WAY YOU GET THICKER WHEN—“

“I’m so close, Jim. SO CLOSE!”

“GIVE IT TO ME! FILL ME, JAKEY. KNOCK ME UP!”

“I can’t hold it. I’m gonnaaaaaaaa AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

“OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS ALLLLL OF IT!”

“OHFUCKHOFUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! UNGH UNGH UNGH UNGH UMMMPHHHHHH.”

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

Then I heard another sound, and I knew it was them devouring each other in a lip lock like the first one, though this one was backed by panting amid the groaning and urging. I could have shot right there, right then. That wouldn’t be good going around the Circle itself – that traffic circle seems to attract kamikaze drivers, and I needed my attention on driving not my about to burst nuts!

As I turned into my building’s garage, I heard rustling again after another round of sweet nothings, then some sighs. Then, “He’s here!” I knew then that Jimmy had been tracking my phone – I’d suspected he was when he said where I was after landing, but now I was certain he hadn’t just been calculating time.

“Did we do good, Judge?” It was Jake – more outspoken and more compliant than Kirk.

“Yeah – did we do EACH OTHER good?” Kirk chimed in snarkily. “My asshole feels like a log just violated me, in case you’re wondering.”

Jimmy laughed, but Jake took exception. “Uh, first of all, I don’t think you’re making a complaint.”

“Well,” Kirk replied, appropriate admonished. I imagined him blushing – I’d seen him blush before, but I wanted to see him and Jake, and I wanted to understand what I didn’t know about them before and then after they were “seeing each other”.

“And . . . “ Jake started and then paused as if for effect.

“Oh, right!”

RIGHT WHAT?! I wanted to shout, jumping from my car and racing to the elevator. Oh, right – I have the screen again. There on the screen I tapped the pane with a good view of all three of them up on the bed, and Jake was reverently running his muscular fingers along the length of Jimmy’s ten raging inches, allowing himself some liberty with Jimmy’s copious precum as he did. For his part Kirk was rubbing Jimmy’s impressive nuts. Maybe I should take my time, I thought.

Jimmy was grinning, his good arm behind his head again. Kirk was nodding in affirmation. “And remember,” Jake added, turning to face Kirk again, “As big as the Judge here is, remember who’s on his way here. Billy’s cock is bigger than both of us put together! You’re seriously talking LOG with that man’s equipment.”

Of course my nuts and cock appreciated that affirmation, and I punched the elevator call button with a bit of unnecessary force, ignoring the passing thought to hang back and watch what evolved.

“And you’ve both taken it before,” Jimmy added.

“How well I remember,” Kirk said with some reverence as the elevator whisked me upward. “I felt the two of you for days afterward,” he told Jimmy.

“Me, too,” Jake agreed. And then, “And I texted them and begged for more like a slut!” he confessed to Kirk and then laughed.

Kirk and Jimmy laughed, too, and Kirk added, “I didn’t try that. I should have!”

“Playing hard to get doesn’t get you laid, James,” Jake added, and a bit too seriously. I could see that it hit home, and Kirk’s smile was engulfed in a blush unlike the bawdy blushes I’d seen on him when we fucked him.

Meanwhile, as I strode through the hall to our door, I wrestled my cock out of my slacks. NOT an easy task with all that rigidity to fight getting out my fly. I opened the front door quietly, having kicked off my shoes outside, so I didn’t make noise going through the condo. As I got to our bedroom and stepped through, Kirk was saying very seriously, “If you give me another chance, I won’t again, Jake. Promise.”

They were looking at each other – another Hallmark moment – so it took them a beat to notice me. But Jim had before them and was grinning at me. “Always at the ready, aren’t you, babe?” he smirked as I stood there, my overcoat and suit coat unbuttoned and back behind my hands in my slacks pocket, my hardon jutting out and up into our bedroom.

I was again rewarded with affirmations from the two guests. “How you do it, Judge, day after day, without ending up with a colostomy bag, I don’t know,” Jake said crudely.

Kirk smacked him and laughed. “GROSS! But as to that,” he said, gesturing toward my raging fuckpole, “I’d be willing to learn,” he said.

To that, Jake smacked him back and said, “HEY! What about me?”

“OKAY, okay – enough of the relationship therapy,” I snapped. “Right now I need you two bitches on cocks!” They both had snapped to, and then they were grinning. “One of you needs to lick Jimmy’s nuts and one mine. NOW!”

I’m going to have to stop there for this installment, as the foursome is a story in and of itself. I remember starting Stephen King’s “The Dark Tower”, as I mentioned above,35 yrs or so ago. It was published as a “trilogy”, and the first book, “The Gunslinger”, had me enrapt. I also remember coming to the end of the third book in a day’s determined reading when it came out 9 yrs or so after “The Gunslinger” came out, 4 years after the second book, “Drawing Of The Three”. The third book was both anticipated and dreaded, as it boded the end for the TRILOGY, the end of the series that captivated my imagination and interest. As the pages became fewer and fewer that evening, the sickening feeling in my stomach that the saga was NOT wrapping up became unavoidable. Any of my readers who are Stephen King and/or his “Dark Tower” fans know that the series wrapped 8 ½ books and over 20 yrs later! Again, I know I’m not Stephen King, but it’s what CAME to mind as I transcribed this from my journal and realized I needed to break that Friday evening into two segments.

While I’ll have to make you wait for the details of our fourway sexcapades with the two studs my husband had  started – and the DELIGHTFUL sweatiness and cumminess of those two  bitches for the evening – I will add a note regarding Jake’s and Kirk’s status, since the next installment of my report doesn’t include any further insight into their past status. They are seeing each other again, and they are officially a couple now, whereas they hadn’t been before. Coulda fooled us, based on seeing them when they had been together. It’s not without challenges already because of Jake’s work, traveling constantly for seven or eight months out of the year, but so far they’ve managed to keep it going for a month at this point. And you know, in straight years a gay relationship that lasts a month is like three or four straight years! LOL  

 Also, remember that the only way and only reason we have this forum to share our sexcapades (and for those of my fellow posters who are actually writers to share their talents and imaginations) is because of Bjorn. Always give him a shout and show him the gratitude for his work on our behalf and for keeping GD there for us.