Drop and Give Me 50

Chapter 13: Raptured

Brent: I thought my parents had money. But clearly the ticket to luxury is being a doctor.

Me: And no kids.

Brent: But he’s married. So, that’s likely on the way.

Me: I don’t think his husband is going to get pregnant.

Brent: No way. Really? He’s gay? Married? Husband, you say?

Me: Yes, yes, and yes. And he’s hot! Hotter than any of those porn stars we were watching last weekend.

Brent: And he’s your doctor? HUM. That must be nice.

Me: Actually, yes. It is. OK. Pool. Now. Let’s go.

Brent: You didn’t tell me to bring trunks.

Me: Look outside. Not a soul in the world can see one square inch of that pool without a drone.

We locked eyes and stripped naked as fast as horny 18-year-olds can. The pile of clothes on the floor made it seem as if we had been suddenly raptured, and metaphorically, we had been. This was like an ascent into paradise. We had both packed gym bags, but neither of us ever put a strip of clothing on until Brent left Sunday evening. We had privacy, a pool, food, Grumpy, gay porn, sunshine, and a burgeoning curiosity for our sexuality that had somehow escaped us until last weekend. We ran to the backyard and jumped in the pool.

Grumpy (silently): More butt fuckers. I should just kill myself. But first a nap.

Brent: Did that cat just hiss at you?

Me: Yeah. I was warned she has an overtly hateful personality.

Brent: Guess so. Come here.

I swam over to where Brent was sitting on the bench in the shallow end. He leaned over, grabbed me, and pulled me in tight. I was essentially sitting on his lap, face-to-face. I felt his hard on rub against my asshole. With all the prostate massage work I had done with Dr. Grant; I had gotten pretty good at relaxing and letting his fingers penetrate me. I did a similar move and surprised Brent by clenching the tip of his dick with my hole. Brent leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. I slowly let the weight of my body slide down on Brent’s dick. We kissed as if what was happening up top was the main show, but our bodies were pushing a new boundary under the waterline. The fullness of Brent’s dick inside me made me crazy. I was tingling in places I didn’t know existed. We didn’t really fuck. I wasn’t jumping up and down. But I was clenching and releasing in a way that was clearly driving Brent insane. He pulled off my lips and put his chin on my shoulder. I could hear his breath gaining momentum. The hot air tickling my ear. I heard a muffled, “Don’t stop.” As if that was a choice. The inertia was overwhelming. I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. Wordlessly, we hugged. Silently, I fucked his dick with the walls of my ass. A guttural sound emerged, and I felt the warmth of his cum on my insides. I stopped. We froze. It was like we wanted to seal this moment up for posterity. It was perfect. Pure. Right. And it was ours. I never felt so connected to another person in my entire life. And then, the spell was broken.

Grumpy (silently): Goddamn! I knew it. At least they were somewhat quiet about it. Let me see if I can break this shit up.

Me: Oh, Grumpy. Please don’t kill us. We’re nice people. Really. And we will feed you.

Brent: So, does this count as a three-way?

Me: You are sick, ya know.

Brent: Yeah, but it’s not gay if there’s a female in the three-way, right?

I jumped back and splashed Brent with a wave of water. Grumpy went running for the house.