For a straight guy Blake was really a lot of fun; by the time he loosened up enough over a few of glasses of good wine with the delicious steaks he even had us belly-laughing as he slurred his way through the story of him figuring-out his wife was taking it from the fitness director at their country club. “I mean we’d made this pact to get into better shape for the new year; how did I know she meant she was gonna get his huge ‘SHAPE’ into her snatch?” He was way over-using the air-quotes but we were laughing with him despite his misfortune.
Of course inevitably the wine and the subject matter brought dips in the mood. “So this dude has been spotting me every day for a month. He has a very distinctive smell to him; nothing racial here but it’s different than when a bunch of waspy guys hit the locker room. And then it hits me; or two things hit me. First the strange odor when she comes in from her sessions early morning before work. It wasn’t registering for me then BOOM; she fucking REEKS of him! I’d fucking smelled that young stud when we worked-out together for two months now. Did I mention he was my workout buddy? Since I was his evening client I was the last and he did his own ‘SECOND workout of the day’ with me.” The air quotes that time were accompanied by a head-lolling eye-roll; and yes he had mentioned that a few times. “I mean I’ve been smelling his big nuts hanging practically in my face when he’s spotting me every fuckin’ day so how fuckin’ slow was I to smell it on her? Second she really wasn’t showing any gains. We were in good shape when we started but I’d really seen a change in my definition; her the only change in her was her disposition. And we now ALL know it was the hung Fitness DIRector FITTING her for his schlong! Not that the up mood did anything for my neglected ‘nads!
“So I’m putting it all together as I’m drinking coffee and scrolling the Journal on my iPad. And it HITS me. Go right to her bathroom, barge in which shocks the shit out of her, and she’s texting the muthafucker! I have my finger up her snatch and it’s not all her pussy juices it’s from her encounter earlier; she’s fuckin’ FULL of him and I can smell it when I pull out dripping! The fucker is bare-back boning MY wife!”
Okay, not a turn of the conversation for three gay guys particularly; though maybe if we concentrate on the big black cock and the huge load and not her dripping ‘snatch.’ Daniel tried to steer back.
“But the asshole had hit on you before that?”
“JE-SUS! Was that awkward!” he exclaimed and drained his glass before continuing.
For the record when I refilled it my goal was NOT to get the straight guy drunk to have a go at his sweet ass.
“It took me a couple of times to catch-on. He’d measure me for the log; chest, arms, waist, thighs. Did I tell you I dropped two inches on what I thought was already a very trim waist for my build?” Yes you did Blake; a few times. But damn he looks good! “And he’s measuring my chest while he’s behind me with his arms around me and his big hanging chocolate bar rubbing against my ass; making comments about my ass really getting nice and hard from the squats. And he’s measuring my thighs and brushes my hanging pud every damn time. I tell him, ‘Better watch that; won’t take much for me to spring wood!’ He gets up and starts stroking’ his own which is now fattening and growing. He lowers his voice way down to a booming low. ‘Don’t I know it man? By this time of night I’m over-loaded and have to drain the tanks some.’”
Kent and I looked at each other. Clearly we were thinking the same thing: inconclusive.
“We’d shower in opposite stalls and leave the doors open to talk. He goes in and turns toward me, pumps his hand full of soap, and grins at me as he pumps that monster. Man it’s kinda … it kinda looks different too than … uh … than we do; like different colors and even kinda shaped different. And Jesus Christ if my own neglected pud isn’t boning-up which REALLY scared me.”
Marginally more suggestive but still inconclusive.
“And then just like it’s nothing he says, “Why don’t you come over here and let’s take care of each other?”
Okay; he made his case.
“And you said, ‘No dude I’m saving my m-to-m cherry for a hot thrupple out at the beach?” Kent threw in.
Blake stopped, took a minute to shift gears from his tirade, and then brightened and chuckled. “Yeah maybe it was just the venue; my fuckin’ club locker room. He made a few more ‘OVERtures’ and each time I stopped him he made like it was no big deal.”
“Because it’s not,” I told him. “It’s just sex.”
“Did he jack himself off in the shower that day while you watched?” Daniel asked. Kent and I both glared at him.
“Well I shut my stall door after that ‘offer’ but it wasn’t like I didn’t hear him get his nut. When we were drying and dressing he tells me he feels better but would have ‘BEEN’ better with me. I just laughed it off.”
“Did that happen again? And did you keep closing your door?” Daniel pressed.
“Yes and no,” he said. “Or no and no depending how you look at it.” He drained his glass while Daniel asked him what he meant. “I’m gonna have to Uber back,” he said. “And I meant yes he rubbed one out most times after that but not every time; probably after he was banging Bree.”
“Or just stay here,” I offered steering away from his ex’s dripping cavities.
He looked at us with sudden expectation. “Will you take advantage of me if I stay?”
“Only if you want us to,” Kent answered.
“I think I might,” he said with a grin but also looked pensive then as if he heard himself say something he hadn’t expected.
“To quote an old movie line a friend recently quoted to us, ‘When will you know for sure?’”
Blake’s pensive look dropped to a less favorable near-frown. “I don’t know,” he said and it hung there.
Kent and I and even anxious Daniel awaited more silently as the dusk was taking us over. We were enjoying the early break from the summer heat; it was only 80° or so on the lanai with the ceiling fan on its lowest setting. The fountain our now-departed four-footed best friend used to drink out of and the faint whir of the frogs at the shore of the lake were the sound-track that seemed to surge in our silence.
Blake had been looking off to his right in the direction of the lake; his position allowed him to not meet anyone’s gaze. Finally as if he suddenly awoke from a trance he turned to us and said, “I don’t wanna sound like a chick here but just being enjoyed physically wasn’t all it was for me. This,” he gestured to the remnants of our meal and to the four of us, “this has been really enjoyable. IS really enjoyable. Just being here … talking … joking around … “ he trailed off.
“Says the man who had two nut-loads milked out of him before dinner and got his plumbing flowing again,” Kent said more seriously than I thought the moment warranted.
Daniel saved the moment. “Oy! When do I get mine?” We all laughed.
Blake continued. “We’re just all sitting around bare-assed like it’s nothing; Bree used to tell me my hairy body was ugly like looking at a gorilla. And we just screwed and sucked; fuck she never wanted me in her mouth! And now we’re talking and having dinner. Man whenever she and I did ‘it’ then I had to ‘make it up to her.’ Always.”
The air quotes ended with him bringing his hands up behind his neck and him stretching. His amazing torso and those guns made us all moan; his bushy pits made me salivate … and my dick drip.
“You like that?” he asked with a look of surprise and did the stretch again and brought his fists out and shot those stunning grapefruit bis and tris again.
Daniel abruptly stood while Kent and I both hummed our appreciation; his hard-on wasn’t full but it waved in front of him. “Mate this isn’t like; this is lust right here,” he said rotating his hips and making it slap against himself.
Then Blake surprised Daniel more than all of us when he reached over, took hold of Daniel’s average-sized dick and pulled our third toward his mouth dick-first.
Daniel’s eyes were wide but delighted. Blake stopped short and rubbed his hard-on. “Fifth or sixth schlong I’ve ever felt before counting my own. Excluding myself it’s the third adult one. Never thought I would after those raging-hormones beat-off sessions when I was a kid.”
I was dying to ask how he didn’t remember if it there had been one or two before.
Kent said quietly, “We’re happy they’re ours you’ve chosen to take that step with Blake. Remember man it’s only what you want to do that will happen here tonight.”
Then he bent forward and licked Daniel’s leaking tip. It looked like he was tasting wine; he rolled his tongue in his mouth and then went back for more.
“Oh fuck!” Daniel gasped and his hard-on swelled to full rage as we watched and our blood rushed to our own dicks.
Sitting there at our outside dining table our straight soon-to-be next-door neighbor took Daniel’s head fully in, moved his hand to Daniel’s luscious ass, and then abruptly went the rest of the way to our boy’s bush. He came back choking and gagging.
“Easy dude. Work up to it,” Kent suggested.
Blake caught his breath and looked at us and said, “There’s really no strong taste. Bree always said I tasted like rotting milk. You shower before you left work? Because you came right out here when you got here I think.”
Kent shot me a look; we’d tasted his cum and couldn’t deny the assessment despite the source. Kent said, “I’ve tasted hundreds of guys; everyone’s different.”
“THIS guy wants to be tasted MORE,” Daniel asserted and pushed his dick the inch or so back to Blake’s lips.
Blake looked momentarily like his experiment might have run its course. Then he gave a shrug and opened up and went to work on Daniel.
“Oh fuck yeah!” our beautiful blond squealed and put his hands gently on Blake’s buzzed head as he bounced quickly on the balls of his feet like he does when he’s really excited. “Oh man he’s a quick learner. Oh fuck mate that’s ace!”
I wanted to warn Blake that Daniel is a very quick-cummer when it’s been all day. Or first thing in the morning. OR half of all other times. But it was Kent who gave the newbie a note; and it was clear it wasn’t about cautioning him. “Gently rub his nuts; massage them with care and roll them like would make you feel good Blake.”
Without interrupting his oral onslaught Blake moved the hand he’d had on Daniel’s bubble butt and found his tightening sac. Daniel moaned loud and his body started to shake. “Oh yeah,” he moaned again and tightened his grip on Blake while pumping his hips into Daniel’s eagerly-sucking mouth.
I really thought Blake had to know Daniel was close; his grunts and Blake’s loud sucking told me he had to feel the increased hardness and veins protruding. But when Daniel finally gave a very loud long grunt and Blake pulled back with surprise and took a shot right into his face I was proved wrong.
Blake sputtered and swiped at the cum that splattered his face as Daniel’s next shot hit his turned cheek broadside. But then he turned back and took the firing weapon back in his mouth, grabbed his tightened sac, and sucked hard.
Daniel yelped and sucked-in loud breaths as he pumped-out. We watched in awe while idly stroking ourselves. And Blake really went at it until Daniel finally pushed away and stumbled back.
“Christ mate!” he shouted. “You’ve got one too; don’t you get bloody sensitive after a bonza cum?” he said panting and his dick dripping the last of his all-day load.
Blake looked stricken. “On man sorry!”
“SORRY?!” Daniel cried. “Sorry?” he repeated and Blake looked like he was going to repeat the apology. Then he lunged in and kissed Blake hard on the mouth.
Blake’s eyes were big with surprise but Daniel had him in a clench and our straight newbie lost himself in it. They went at it until Daniel was in his lap and finally broke away with a grin. “Mmmmm I can tell you liked that!” he said with a shimmy of his ass onto what was undoubtedly our guest’s raging seven inches under him.
Blake looked a little shell-shocked. He leaned his head into Daniel’s hard pec and said, “I never really ever thought I could do that!” Then he took a beat. “Not like I ever thought about it but I knew gay guys did that and just thought it was … different than it was.”
“Well mate consider yourself proved wrong! You righty well DID THAT!”
“Yeah I’ve done all of it,” Blake said a little wistfully.
“Well that isn’t ALL” Kent corrected him.
Blake didn’t hesitate. “God I hope not!” And he blushed and nestled his face into Daniel’s chest and held him tight.
Daniel held him back and looked at us. “Can we?” he asked with a grin.
Kent took a moment but I remembered Daniel’s “Can we keep him?” joke from before dinner. “You’re asking the wrong guys,” I told him unnecessarily. “It’s up to Blake if he stays and for how long.”
We all looked at Blake. “I should probably get going. I just … ”
“Okay,” Kent said as he got out of his chair and began piling dishes to clear the table.
Blake jumped out of his chair and said, “Here let me help with the clean-up.”
Daniel and I followed and the four of us made quick work of getting the kitchen, the lanai table, and the grill clean as a whistle and getting the dishwasher loaded.
There was an awkward point when it was all done; we were all standing without knowing the next move. Blake had said he should be leaving but made no move to get dressed much less to leave. He hadn’t explained his brief hesitation at all. I decided to break the stalemate.
I went to Blake and wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. I told him close to his ear, “Thanks for letting us break your dry spell.” I kissed his neck before I let go and he gave a deep rumbling groan and clamped his hands on mine.
Then he laughed as we parted. “I’d say the pleasure was all mine but you and Dan both seemed to enjoy it.”
“You don’t think I enjoyed you Blake?” Kent asked sharply.
“You haven’t nutted,” the straight guy said with a confused look.
“You want to get me off next? Like you did Daniel?” he pressed our guest.
Blake looked caught. “I uh … Do you want me to?”
My husband’s tone softened. “What do YOU want Blake?”
“Honestly? No judgment?” Blake asked with more than a little hesitation.
“Absolutely none!” Kent assured him.
“Well … uh … I … uh … “
“For Christ’s sake!” I bellowed startling all three of them. “We’re four guys who’ve gotten off together and are standing around bare-assed, full stomachs and stinking of man-sex. You don’t even have to grow a set to answer that one!”
“Okay but no judgment.” he snorted unempathetically. “What I’d like most is to fuck every hole here until I can’t get it up anymore.”
Daniel enthusiastically agreed. “Fuckin’ bonza!”
Then Blake continued. “And then I’d like to be held and kissed and maybe even … uh … to be forced to repay the favors!”
All of us were stunned into silence. I finally responded to him. “Nobody does anything they don’t want to do here Blake; there’s no forcing … ever.” I let that sit until he looked away. “So Blake,” I got his attention back, “why don’t we do the first and second parts and see about that ‘maybe’ after that?”
“Me first!” Daniel cried enthusiastically. Then he headed out of the room. “Just give me a few to check everything’s good to go.”
Blake looked stricken; obviously he put that one together. Kent clapped a hand on our straight guest’s muscle-capped shoulder. “Just the ante for what men do with each other,” he said.
“If I … “ Blake started. “IF I … you know … well I don’t know how to … “
Kent put his arm around Blake and Blake loosened a bit from tension I hadn’t noticed before. “We’re here for you. IF that’s something you decided you wanted to do.”
“How did you … “ he looked to me, “earlier … you know … just you were … ready?”
“When you love getting fucked as much as I do,” I explained, “you manage the requirements to be ready for the opportunities.”
Blake blushed; first time I’d seen that. “Maybe you could show me … now? That way if we do get to … ‘the maybe’ then I’d be … ready?”
We got to our wet room while Daniel was finishing his first rinse. I will give Kent credit for having a toilet built into our wet room along with the tub, the large open shower area, the rain shower-heads, about a hundred body jets, a douche hose and nozzle, and a steam system. The toilet is the genius; the alternative as we all know is either using portable enemas or douche-bags at the toilet or using the shower douche nozzle and traversing the bathroom to the toilet for the expulsion. As Kent said: just the ante for man-on-man sex.
Blake looked wide-eyed and his stance didn’t improve when Daniel checked afterward and gleefully proclaimed, “YES!”
He beckoned Blake in. Blake hesitated but at the same time his visage showed What we’d seen before; that Daniel had some pull on him. We discreetly withdrew and left them to it.
When they emerged they were both grinning and Blake had his arm around our boy. “He fancies me,” Daniel said and blushed.
That caused Blake to blush; and I noticed the blush went all the way to this sac. “Everyone likes you Daniel,” I commented unnecessarily. “Even if you didn’t have that sexy-as-fuck down-under accent you’re sweet and you have a hot-as-fuck body.” That caused Daniel to blush; which is always a bone-inducing sight.
Kent put his arm around me and pulled me in. We were on the sofa in our bedroom which faces the bed from the opposite wall. “Why don’t we spectate for this one?”
Blake whipped his head around. “You haven’t got off!” he protested.
“See if you still can say that after I watch you rail our Danny,” Kent challenged him.
“Unless you two would rather we leave you two alone.”
“NO!” they both cried at once.
Then they faced each other in surprise and laughed. And then Daniel pulled Blake in and kissed him; hard. Daniel’s long arms wrapped Blake’s muscle-bound torso and Blake’s corded thick arms easily wrapped Daniel’s lanky frame.
The kiss went on so long without groping but with plenty of grinding that Kent turned toward me with a “how about that?” look. There was so much pre that both of them had slicked shiny groins and thighs and Blake’s was running down Daniel’s leg almost to his knee. When they broke both said, “Whoa!” and held each other’s gaze. Kent and I gave each other another look.
“Please Blake I want you inside me. I want your beaut of a donger as deep in me as you can get.”
Blake pulled him in and kissed our boy again with more force than before and growled as he did it. Then he abruptly pulled away and shoved Daniel backward onto the bed; his flat palms slapped aloud as they hit Daniel’s pecs and Daniel yipped the way we knew meant he was in pig heaven.
Blake was on him in a heart-beat and had Daniel’s legs up and wide apart before he began rubbing his leaking dick-head on Daniel’s hole. “Mmmmmmmm yeah daddy!” Daniel moaned and Blake growled again. “Come on you know you want to be in me,” Daniel said and was apparently correct.
Blake leaned forward over Daniel which served to drive his jutting dick into Daniel’s hole. “Ooooooooh!” Daniel huffed and then brought his legs down and around Blake’s waist. “Give it all to me Blake. Fuck me daddy!” he moaned like a wanton bitch.
Blake moaned and leaned down to kiss Daniel again; he held himself so his dick didn’t drive farther in and moaned as Daniel hungrily pulled himself up with his arms around Blake’s neck and devoured Blake’s mouth amid moans and groans. It wasn’t but a minute or so until Daniel’s long legs flexed and his heels dug into the hairy small of Blake’s back; he was fucking himself onto Blake’s long dick. Blake was obviously loving it as his louder moans showed. But once he began his pumps into Daniel’s sweet hole it was all grunts and groans and cries and moans from the two of them.
Blake’s musculature in operation and Daniel being taken so aggressively had us both spellbound and dripping all over the leather. Kent held me tight against him and his breathing was ragged as we watched our boy getting railed so good. I knew how that dick felt inside and my own dripping hard-on throbbed in time with Blake’s and Daniel’s grunts and the loud claps as Blake’s groin slapped Daniel’s thighs and butt.
Blake went much longer than he had with me; and by that I mean maybe four or five minutes before he groaned-out, “I need to unload!”
“Friggin’ aye!” Daniel cried and then grunted and pulled Blake into him even rougher. If Blake didn’t have bruises from Daniel’s heels in the small of his top’s back it would be a miracle.
Daniel let loose a long cry and a few last stabs into Daniel’s depth before he held there with his balls pulled-up to nearly missing and the visible root of his dick throbbed visibly as he pumped into our boy. Daniel apparently loved it because while Blake was pumping Daniel let loose with cries of his own and streaks of his thick cum between them.
And Kent and I were paralyzed with the innate lust radiating from the two of them. Sweat rolled down the furrows of sinew that defined Blake’s back. His hairy crack was sopping wet from it. And he was kissing Daniel again; or Daniel was kissing Blake. They were both into it.
“Did I hurt you?” he finally broke away to ask.
Daniel cried out, “Yeah NAH; FUCK that!” He looked Blake over as well as he could when they were nearly nose-to-nose. “You see this spunk all freaking over me? YOU made me do that. That was bonza plus!”
Blake asked with a laugh, “That’s good right?”
In answer Daniel pulled him into another searing kiss. They went at it longer than before and Daniel was riding Blake’s still-hard dick. Finally Blake broke away long enough to said, “FUCK I can’t … “
“The FUCK you can’t daddy!” Daniel shot back.
Before the last syllable’s sound was over Blake was pounding Daniel’s guts out brutally, Daniel was sucking his neck and we were stroking our pre-slicked hard-ons. That went on for more than twice as long as before until both of them were gasping and finally Blake gasped, “Fuck! Thank fuck! I’m gonna … “
Daniel finished it for him. “Give me every drop. Fucking breed me again daddy!”
And when Blake did go over the edge again this time it was with loud curses and pleas and full-body spasms. Daniel ground himself on Blake’s stalwart dick and then spasms wracked him as he came again. And Kent and I erupted into a shower of our loads. His particularly was thick and heavy.
Kent pulled my head around and kissed me and said quietly, “I love you Al.” I melted inside and my body melted more against him.
On the bed Daniel and Blake were kissing again; or still. Blake was holding himself in a plank over Daniel and his breathing was hard enough that his glutes twitched as his body went with the gasps for breath. Finally he pulled away gently and fell to Daniel’s side. “Jesus!” he said as he plopped down and stared at the ceiling still panting.
Daniel went to his side and snuggled into Blake. “Not sure about Jesus; but for me it’s … amazing.”
Blake’s arm found its way around him and pulled him close. “The most amazing ever for me.”
Kent and I weren’t chagrined that Daniel was blown away with the fucking Blake threw him. But as we confirmed to one another later we weren’t sure what might come when the spell broke and Blake suddenly realized he’d had the best sex of his straight life … with another guy.
Nobody fucked Blake that night. He did stay though; that night and the next. He might have stayed longer had we not been flying to Reno that Sunday for Burning Man.
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