Its Friday At Last
The following two days proved a challenge to survive after Liam had departed. Every time he walked Max through the fields, his mind would drift to the encounter, replaying every delicious detail. He found himself constantly checking the time, eager for the moment when he could shed his clothes again and become that wild creature that Liam had brought out in him. It was a thrill that was both terrifying and exhilarating, like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing you could fly but fearing the fall.
Friday finally arrived, and with it, the promise of a repeat performance. Alex woke up early, the excitement buzzing in his veins like a thousand tiny bees. He showered, the water cascading down his body as he washed away the sweat and grime from his dreams. His cock stood proud and hard at the mere thought of seeing Liam again. He took his time, soaping himself thoroughly, his hand lingering on his ass as he remembered the feel of the young man's cock inside him.
Once out of the shower, he faced the most crucial decision of the day: which colour nightshirt to wear. He knew it was a ridiculous concern, but somehow, it felt significant. He settled on a blue one that matched the sky he had seen in his dreams all week, a colour that seemed to embody the boundlessness of his desire. He slipped it over his head, the soft fabric brushing against his skin like a lover's caress.
The morning was cooler than he had anticipated, a gentle breeze whispering through the tall grass as he made his way to their secret rendezvous spot. The air was filled with the scent of dew-kissed earth and the faint hint of Liam's cologne that lingered in his memory. Alex had chosen a secluded spot, a small clearing nestled between a copse of trees and a gentle slope that led to a stream. It was a place where they could be alone, where the only interruptions would be the occasional birdcall or the rustle of leaves.
He waited, his heart hammering in his chest, each tick of the second hand feeling like an eternity. The time stretched on, the shadows of the trees growing shorter as the sun climbed higher in the sky. By 8am, the realisation began to sink in that Liam might not come. Alex felt a knot form in his stomach, a mix of disappointment and embarrassment. He had let himself get carried away, had allowed the heat of their encounter to cloud his judgment.
With a heavy sigh, Alex bent down to retrieve his nightshirt, feeling the weight of his folly. The fabric was cold against his still-damp skin as he slipped it back on, a stark reminder of the chilly reality of his solitude as he walked home feeling deflated and frustrated.
Once back at the house, he decided to keep busy, channelling his pent-up energy into something productive. He had been putting off mowing the lawn for days, and now, with Max at his side, he marched towards the large barn to get the mower. The grass was indeed overgrown, reaching almost to his ankles in some spots. It was a job that needed doing, and the physical exertion was a welcome distraction from the ache of his unsatiated desire.
As he pushed the mower back and forth across the lawn, the drone of the engine drowning out his thoughts, Alex couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. He had allowed himself to hope, to believe in something that had felt so perfect and pure in the moment. The sun was now high in the sky, and the likelihood of Liam returning had dwindled to almost nothing. He told himself that he should have known better that this was the price of letting his guard down.
Taking a break, he sat on the patio, nursing a mug of tea, his thoughts drifting to the previous morning. The cigarette between his lips offered a small comfort, the smoke curling lazily into the air. He watched the distant horizon, the fields stretching out before him, and wondered if he would ever find someone to share this view with in the way he had shared it with Liam.
As he took a sip of his tea, he noticed movement in the corner of his eye. Two figures were approaching from the direction of the Pennine Way, their forms becoming clearer as they drew nearer. Alex squinted, realising with a start that they weren't dressed for a hike. The men were half-nude, wearing only underwear, hiking boots and backpacks, their bare chests and legs on full display as they strolled through the tall grass.
The man in the orange Y-fronts with right trim was unmistakably Liam, his grin as wide as the horizon as he spotted Alex. The other man, a stranger to Alex, had a similar build and was wearing light blue boxer briefs that hugged his muscular thighs. The sight of them sent a jolt of excitement through Alex's body, his heart skipping a beat. He had to admit, the prospect of a threesome with these two stunning specimens was incredibly tempting. He took a deep breath and decided to play it cool, leaning back in his chair, his eyes never leaving them as they grew closer.
As they approached the patio, the mid-morning air had done little to deter the swell under his nightshirt. He felt a blush spread across his cheeks, knowing his arousal was painfully obvious. He took a sip of his tea, hoping it would calm his nerves. Liam, noticing the bulge in Alex's nightshirt, winked at him, and the stranger offered a knowing smile. Alex felt his cock twitch in response, eager for the attention it was about to receive.
"Hi Alex," Liam said, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. "I told you I'd be back." He gestured to the man beside him, who had a devilish glint in his eye. "This is Paul. I met him climbing Ingleborough."
Alex's heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight of the two half-dressed men standing before him, the morning light casting shadows across their bare torsos. Paul was indeed a sight to behold, with a lean build, a smattering of dark hair across his chest that trailed down to the waistband of his light blue boxer briefs, and a cock that was already showing signs of interest.
Liam spoke more, his voice a purr. "I hope you don't mind that I brought a friend. I told him about our little... encounter and he was quite intrigued."
Alex felt his cock throb at the thought of the two men sharing his secret. He took a deep breath and stood up, the fabric of his nightshirt tenting outward. "Of course not," he said, his voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions swirling within him. "Welcome to my home, Paul and also you, Liam. Do you fancy a cup of tea?"
Paul's smile grew wider, a glint in his eye as he looked Alex up and down. "Maybe later," he said, his voice a low rumble. "For now, I think we should become better acquainted," as Max sniffed the strangers with renewed interest.
Alex's heart raced as he felt a hand on his shoulder, and then another, both Liam and Paul guiding him towards the six-seater table. He was acutely aware of the fabric of his nightshirt clinging to his body, the evidence of his excitement clear, although he hadn't expected things to develop so quickly.
"Alex," Liam whispered, his breath hot on Alex's neck, "I told Paul all about you, and how amazing you felt. He couldn't wait to see for himself."
Alex felt the heat rising in his cheeks as he faced the two men, with his back to the table, the anticipation in their eyes unmistakable. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. With trembling hands, he reached for the hem of his nightshirt, lifting it over his head and letting it fall to the patio. The cool air kissed his bare skin, sending shivers down his spine.
"Wow," Paul breathed, his eyes drinking in the sight of Alex's naked body. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace a line from Alex's neck to his chest, the touch sending sparks of desire through his body.
"I told you, Paul," Liam murmured, his own eyes dark with lust as he took in the beauty of Alex's form. "He's absolutely beautiful, isn't he?"
Paul nodded, his gaze lingering on Alex's bare chest, the muscles defined from years of hard work and discipline. His hand continued to trace a line down Alex's body, the touch sending a shiver through his spine. "You weren't kidding," he said, his voice thick with desire as Alex shuffled his bottom onto the table.
Alex felt the coolness of the wood under him, the roughness of it against his skin as he lay down. He watched as Paul's eyes followed his movements, his gaze lingering on the bulge in Alex's boxer briefs. The anticipation was like a living entity in the air, a palpable force that seemed to crackle with electricity.
Paul took the cue and, with a smouldering look, bent over, his mouth watering at the sight of Alex's cock, ready to be taken, his cock standing proud and leaking precum.
Paul licked his lips before swiping his tongue across the slit of Alex's cock, savouring the salty taste. Alex gasped, his body arching off the table as Paul's mouth descended upon him. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of wet heat and gentle suction that sent bolts of pleasure shooting through his veins.
Meanwhile, Liam had already slipped his y-fronts off, his erect cock bobbing freely in the cool air. He stepped up behind Paul, his desire clear in the tautness of his abs and the way his cock pointed towards the sky. Gently, he tugged on the waistband of Paul's boxer briefs, easing them down until they pooled around the other man's ankles.
Grabbing the tube of lube from his backpack, Liam squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. He took his time coating his cock, watching Alex's face as he did so. The sight of the man's need, laid bare and vulnerable on the table, was incredibly arousing. He knew that Alex was watching him, waiting for what would come next, and the power of that knowledge made his cock throb even more.
With a final smear of lube, Liam stepped up behind Paul, his cock bobbing in the cool air as he focused on the task at hand. Liam placed his cock at the entrance to Paul's ass and pushed in slowly. Paul's eyes widened, his mouth popping off Alex's cock for a brief moment as he gasped at the intrusion. But he quickly recovered, diving back in with renewed enthusiasm as Liam began to fuck him in a steady rhythm.
Alex watched in awe as the two men before him became one, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The sight was erotic beyond words, and his cock grew harder by the second from Paul's ministrations. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated desire, and he wanted nothing more than to lose himself in it.
Paul's moans grew louder as Liam picked up the pace, his thrusts deep and sure. Alex felt a hand on his cock, and he looked down to see Paul's hand around the base, stroking him in time with his movements. It was a heady sensation, being pleasured by a man who was being fucked by a man as he began to feel an orgasm building deep within him.
The three of them were locked in a dance of passion, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was pure lust and desire. Max, ever the curious canine, had moved closer to sniff and investigate the new addition to his pack's playtime. But the intensity of their interaction was lost on the dog, who, after a brief moment of confusion, settled down to watch the scene unfold, his tail thumping against the patio in a steady beat that matched their own.
Alex's eyes met Liam's, the desire in them almost unbearable. He could see the younger man's climax approaching, the muscles in his arms tensing as he drove into Paul's body with renewed vigour. The sight of Liam's cock disappearing into the other man's ass was mesmerising, a vision that made Alex's toes curl with pleasure. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer, the feeling of release building like a crescendo in his balls.
Paul's mouth was like a vice on Alex's cock, sucking and licking with a skill that was almost painfully good. Each movement of his tongue brought Alex closer and closer to the edge, until he could feel it, the moment of no return approaching. His breath was coming in gasps now, his chest rising and falling as he fought the urge to thrust into the other man's mouth.
And then, with a final, powerful thrust, Liam came, his body shuddering as he filled Paul's ass with his seed. The sight of it sent Alex over the edge, and with a roar, he came into Paul's mouth, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. Paul swallowed, his eyes never leaving Alex's as he continued to suck, milking every last drop from him.
Alex lay there on the table as Paul removed his mouth from the cock he had enjoyed. Liam collapsed onto Paul's back, remaining inside his friend, panting and spent, their bodies a tangled mess of limbs and passion. As the aftershocks of pleasure faded, the reality of what they had done began to sink in. Alex felt a strange mix of emotions: exhilaration, fear, and a sense of liberation that was intoxicating. He looked at the two men before him, both strangers in a way, and felt a bond with them that was as surprising as it was profound.
They shared a silent look, the understanding passing between them like an unspoken promise. They had shared something special, something that could never be replicated. And as they pulled away, Alex sat up on the table looking at Paul and Liam kiss each other was their cocks remained semi-erect.
"Cup of tea, anyone?" Alex asked, his voice still a bit shaky with the aftermath of his orgasm.
Paul chuckled, pulling back from Alex's now-softening cock. "Thought you'd never offer again," he teased, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Well, I did offer," Alex said, his voice still a bit breathless, "after we're all a bit more... acquainted." He managed a grin despite the lingering ache of his recent climax.
Paul winked at him, "I'd say that's an understatement, but we are better acquainted now," he said, his cock still semi-hard as he stepped away from the table to stand beside Liam. Meanwhile, Max wagged his tail, seemingly enjoying the company as Liam declared, "Tea sounds perfect," his eyes never leaving Alex and Paul.
Alex took a moment to appreciate the beauty before him, the sweat glistening on Liam's chest and the way his cock hung, still half-hard from their encounter. He felt a thrill at the thought of serving these men tea while they remained in their post-coital bliss. It was a role reversal that he hadn't expected but found himself enjoying immensely.
With a spring in his step, Alex disappeared into the house, leaving the door to the patio open, the sound of their laughter and the faint rustle of their bodies following him as he moved through the kitchen. The house was cooler than outside, as he took his time preparing the tea, filling the pot with hot water from the kettle, and selecting three mugs from the cupboard.
Stepping out onto the patio, five minutes later, carrying the tray with the tea pot, mugs, milk and sugar, he looked at his two friends, naked but sat in the sunshine and he wondered if a repeat performance of their impromptu rendezvous was now a reality, and the thought of sharing himself with these two men was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.
They chattered away as if they were old friends who had known each other for years, sharing stories of past hikes and adventures on the Pennine Way. Alex couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging, the warmth of the liquid a comforting contrast to the cool breeze that danced across his bare skin.
But as the last drops of tea were drained from the pot, the conversation took on a new tone, the air thick with anticipation. The silence grew heavier with each passing second, a tangible force that seemed to pull the three of them closer together. Alex could feel the heat of their gazes on his body, the unspoken question hanging in the air: who would be the first to claim him?
It was Liam who broke the silence, standing in front of Alex, his hand reaching out to gently trace the line of his jaw before pulling him up from the chair. His voice was a warm whisper in Alex's ear, "I want you," and the words sent a shiver of excitement down his spine as he held the tube of lube in his hand, a slick reminder of what was to come.
Alex felt the heat of Liam's cock against his thigh as he whispered, "Where do you want me, Alex?" It was a question that held a world of possibility, a gateway to an experience that could only be described as transcendent. He took a moment, his heart racing with the thrill of the power he held in that moment.
Liam looked at Alex, thinking about where he wanted Alex. "On the table because I want Paul to fuck me as I fuck you."
Alex nodded, his heart racing at the thought of being filled by both of them. He lay back down on the table, feeling the warmth of the wood beneath him, and spread his legs wide. He watched as Liam coated his cock with lube, his hand moving with a practised ease that spoke of many nights of solo pleasure.
Liam lifted Alex's legs onto his shoulders, allowing him unhindered access to Alex's waiting hole. Paul, though, was busy lubricating himself, taking position behind Liam, his eagerness visible.
With a deep breath, Liam pressed the tip of his cock against Alex's puckered entrance, the slickness of the lube making it slide in easily. Alex gasped as he felt the head pop in, the stretch a delicious burn that made his eyes water. Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, Liam slid into him, filling him. Alex's eyes rolled back in his head, a moan of pleasure escaping his lips as he felt himself being claimed by the man's thick cock.
Paul, equally eager, positioned himself behind Liam. The anticipation was palpable as he aligned his erection with Liam's ass, the head nudging against the tight ring of muscle. With a gentle push, he entered Liam, the two men now connected in a passionate chain of desire. Alex watched, his chest heaving with excitement, as Paul began to thrust, his movements causing Liam to move deeper into him.
The rhythm they found was almost hypnotic, a symphony of flesh on flesh that resonated through the quiet of the morning. Each thrust from Paul was met with a corresponding movement from Liam, their bodies moving in unison as they claimed each other and Alex in a dance of unbridled passion. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the air: the slap of skin, the wetness of their movements, the grunts of pleasure, and the occasional clink of Liam's cock ring against Alex's pubic bone.
As the tension grew, the three men became lost in the moment, their thoughts consumed by the sensations that overwhelmed them. Alex's hands clenched the edges of the table, his body arching as the two men above him pounded into him in a relentless rhythm that stoked the fires of his desire. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his cock standing tall and leaking precum onto his stomach.
The world outside their little clearing ceased to exist, the only reality being the three of them, entwined in a dance that was as ancient as it was beautiful. And as the sun reached its zenith, casting a warm glow over their bodies, they reached the crescendo of their passion, their moans of ecstasy echoing through the fields.
Alex felt his orgasm approaching, the pressure building in his balls like a volcano ready to erupt. He watched as Liam's face contorted with pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut, lost in the sensation of being filled by Paul. He knew that Liam was close too, his cock swelling inside of him, the friction driving him wild.
With a final, powerful thrust, Paul reached his peak, his cock pulsing as he filled Liam with his cum. The sensation was too much for Liam to handle, and he followed suit, his body convulsing as he released into Alex. And as if on cue, Alex's orgasm hit, his cock spurting a hot, thick load across his chest, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful as another rope of his cum landed on his face.
They remained connected. Alex's cock is now dribbling cum down the shaft of his cock. Liam, though still had more of his seed to deposit in Alex and Paul, knew his flow had decreased to a gentle dribble as he remained inside his fellow hiker.
Their bodies entwined, panting and spent in the aftershocks of their climaxes rippling through them like aftershocks of a powerful earthquake. They shared a look of pure, unfiltered connection, the kind that can only come from such an intimate act. And in that moment, Alex knew that he had found something special with these two men, but like all good things, he knew it would have to come to an end at some point.
Liam took the first step to break the spell, his cock slipping out of Alex with an audible pop that made them all chuckle. He stepped back, a look of contentment etched on his face, his chest still heaving with the exertion of their passion. Paul followed suit, his cock now softening as he stepped away from Liam.
With a grace that belied his size, Liam bent over Alex, his eyes shining with a warm affection. He leaned in, capturing Alex's mouth in a tender kiss that was as surprising as it was welcome. It was a kiss filled with promise and passion, a declaration of more to come. As their tongues danced together, Alex felt his cock twitch back to life, eager for more of what Liam had to offer.
But Liam had other ideas. He pulled away, turning to face Paul. Without missing a beat, he leaned in to kiss Paul, the same tender passion he had shown Alex now shared with his other lover. The kiss was deep, a silent conversation that spoke of shared secrets and a bond that went beyond the physical.
Alex watched, his cock standing at full attention as he felt the heat of their friendship wash over him. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, a desire to be part of that intimate embrace. But he knew that this was their moment, and he was the guest in this dance of passion. He lay there, his legs still spread, the evidence of their encounter sticky on his chest and thighs, and felt a sense of belonging that was as surprising as it was intoxicating.
Finally, Liam pulled back, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He looked down at Alex, his eyes full of warmth. "Thank you," he murmured, the words holding a world of meaning. "Thank you for sharing this with us."
Paul nodded, his smile mirroring Liam's. "It's been... amazing," he said, his voice hoarse from his orgasm.
Alex swallowed, the lump in his throat threatening to choke him. "It's been... incredible," he managed to reply, his voice thick with emotion.
The three of them remained there for a moment, the air between them charged with a tension that was no longer just sexual. It was a bond, a connection that had been forged in the heat of passion and the beauty of the morning sun.
"Alex, we have to get going if we are to get back in time for the coach home. It's been a blast, though, and perhaps we can do it again next year if we pass by?"
Alex felt disappointed, but he also understood the reality of their friendship. "You know where I live, and you also know you will get a warm welcome not just from me, but from Max, too."
As Max swatted his tail, Liam and Paul smiled at that comment, leaving Alex to watch them as they properly dressed, the fabric of their clothes sticking to their skin. They all knew that their lives had been forever changed by this chance encounter in the fields and now Alex's home, but it was only ever going to be a moment in time, an intimate quickie on the edge of the Pennine Way.
With a sigh, Alex stood and approached the two men, his heart heavy with the knowledge that this was likely the last time he would see them in such a state of undress, the last time he would feel the heat of their bodies against his own. He wrapped his arms around them both, pulling them into a tight embrace that was filled with a mix of longing and sorrow. Their bodies melded together, their hearts beating in sync, the scent of their combined lust lingering in the air.
They shared a final kiss, a mingling of mouths and tongues that spoke of a bond that was deeper than mere physical attraction. It was a kiss that held the promise of future encounters, of stolen moments in the quiet of the countryside where their desires could roam free. But it was also a kiss that acknowledged the fleeting nature of their connection, the reality of their lives that would soon pull them apart once again.
With a final squeeze, they pulled away, their eyes shining with unshed tears. "Thank you," Alex whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for this... this gift."
Liam and Paul nodded, their own eyes misty. They knew that what they had shared was something special, something that couldn't be replicated in the hustle and bustle of their everyday lives. They took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the scene before them: the fields stretching out in a tapestry of green, the sun shining down, and the gentle sounds of nature serving as a backdrop to their parting.
They exchanged phone numbers, the promise of future meetings and shared memories hanging in the balance. "Perhaps we'll meet again," Liam said, his voice hopeful.
Alex nodded, unable to speak, the lump in his throat too large to allow words to pass. He watched as they turned and walked away, their forms growing smaller and smaller until they were nothing more than distant specks on the horizon.
As they disappeared from view, he felt a tear slide down his cheek. The week had been a rollercoaster of emotions, from the excitement of their first encounter to the crushing disappointment of their failed rendezvous, and now to this bittersweet goodbye. But even as the sadness threatened to overwhelm him, he couldn't help but feel a spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, their paths would cross again.
For now, though, it was time to face the reality of his life. With a deep breath, Alex picked up his nightshirt, the fabric sticky with the remnants of their passion. He threw it on the table, deciding to finish the lawn, naked, enjoying the sensation of Liam's seed, dribbling down his legs.
Max, on the other hand, resumed his life as Alex's companion, lying on the cut grass of the lawn, gnawing on a marrowbone as he watched Alex walk up and down, naked, pushing the lawnmower in the midday sun.
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