Edgings

Dan

“Hey Dan, sorry to call you while at work.”

“It’s ok, I’m on a break. Chris is holding the concierge desk down,” I said. Though I owned the Shores's Gay Guest House, my usual station when not doing executive management work, lay in holding down the concierge station for the Shores Guest House, but I wasn’t lying, I had stepped away and was sitting on a bench near the indoor whirlpool where some hot guys were sharing the suds and bubbles, and where I longed to join them. Two of them looked very sexy, probably only a little older than me. They were making out, sitting up on the edge of the whirlpool hands roving over nice sizable full erections. The sight of them was having its effect on me. I was absolutely incapable of seeing two men kissing without getting a chubby.

“What’s up, bff?” I said, into the smart phone.

“I’ve been kicked out.” Alex said with a sigh.

“Kicked out?”

“Dumped, discarded, told to fuck off, etc.….

‘Uh oh, why?”

“Carl caught me in bed with Tom.”

“Oh Alex, how could you?” I asked, only half shocked and as much amused. I knew Alex was a horn dog. Worse than I was. He and I had once gotten very close to dating, but then I had met my Jake and all bets were off. Dan and I sort of settled into being besties. We had been good friends since grade school, anyway, so it was natural. But we were very, very affectionate besties, and often greeted each other with voracious kissing when my husband wasn’t looking.

“Oh, you know how Tom is. Big dick, great at fucking, I mean, my ass feels so good right now.” Alex purred, though I caught an anxious note in his voice.

“Alex! And no, I don’t know how Tom is, not in bed anyway.”

“Well, you're missing something. Then again, thinking of that magnificent beast, your Jake, maybe you’re not.”

“Soo, you think my husband is a magnificent beast, hunh?” I teased slightly stressing the word “husband.” Alex gave me a nervous look and quickly changed the subject. “Look can I stay at your place for a while? Tom can’t put me up because his husband might suspect.”

I rolled my eyes, but really could find no reason for sympathy. I knew Alex, and his relationship with Carl had never been the best. They’d broken up twice before, and I knew Alex was sick and tired of the jealous drama and Carl’s possessiveness. Knowing him, he’d probably made sure Carl caught him doing the nasty with Tom. That way he could play the game of “Oh I don’t know what came over me, can’t you forgive me, darling? Oh well, all right, I guess you can dump me, but I will always love you, blah blah blah”. Nope, if there was anything Alex would cling to through hell or high water, it was his pretense at being an innocent, gullible, daffy oversexed self-sacrificing cum slut who just couldn’t understand why he got into these compromising situations. It was much sexier than being taken as a cold heartless bitch, and Alex did enjoy being sexy, mostly because he WAS. Actually, I didn’t think Alex cold hearted at all. Quite the opposite. Alex was warm, giving, affectionate and would do anything for his friends. His strength led to his weakness, though. He’d literally do anything.

Alex was a year older than me. He’d been out of college for four years. I’d only been out for a year as I had gone on to get my Masters. But we had been house mates at Baltimore College of Art for a year, both of us with boyfriends, and just barely managing to stay out of each other’s asses the whole time. Alex as sexy as hell, a golden surfer dude type with long light blond hair, a great tan and a very nice eight-inch cock. I had drooled over it on a number of occasions, even in these last two years with Jake, and in one notable case after jake and I married, had managed to French kiss it at a dance party. Not QUITE sucking it, but damn close. If Jake hadn’t been in the other room…  AND did I mention Alex was model gorgeous? I probably would have gone down on him.

I felt my cock harden at the thought of letting him stay with us. “Where are you?”

“In my car, sitting here, hoping I don’t have to break myself at a hotel.”

“Well, I would tell you to stay here at this hotel, but it's booked with a waiting list.”

“I know, I called the front desk, silly.”

“Just now?”

“Mmmhmm. Chris is sweet and I think he wants me, but he has a BF.”

“So do I,” I said.

“I know you want me, and I want you, too, but we just CAN” T! Alex said dramatically and we both laughed.

“I MEANT,” I began with fake testiness, “I also have a boyfriend. In fact, my former Navy Seal husband.” I was immensely proud of Jake, my husband and didn’t mind anyone knowing it.

Alex giggled. I loved his giggle, “the hottest man on the beach, second only to you, my sexy bestie.”

“You say the sweetest things.” I laughed.

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Do I get to stay with you or not?”

“Ok I am getting off work in an hour. Come on over.” Alex knew my address.

“I will be in your drive with a hard on.”

“Behave!” I husked, getting harder just thinking about the temptation of Alex staying at our place. I knew I should probably ask or at least warn jake, but he wouldn’t be home for another couple of hours, and he never took his phone with him to the beach. Lifeguards were supposed to keep one hundred percent attention on the water, not texting or phoning.

Frankly, when I was on the beach, I appreciated that.

I loved Jake, my big brawny huge cocked, warm hearted, generous man. I didn’t want to fuck up our relationship, even a smidge. But… Alex drew me like a magnet. Always had. I was addicted to sexy good fun and a lot of laughs and Alex had that in Spades.

Jake had never been overly jealous of my flirts. Hell, he flirted too, or rather guys flirted with him and he let them. But as the older, more experienced, man, he had laid down the boundaries. He had been in three-way relationships before, and they had been disasters. He only wanted me, and despite parties we had been to where other men managed to steal a kiss, he didn’t want me making out with other men. A social kiss was one thing, making out another. And we kept clothes on with other men, too.

When we went to a bar, he watched over me like a hawk, which I kinda loved. He allowed me to dance with others, but if they got too handsy or grindy with me, he usually cut in.

Jake was six feet, perhaps a bit more, broad shouldered, more massively muscled than I, and I worshipped the ground he walked on, and he knew it. He was my love, my best friend, my son, my father, my everything. I wasn’t going to let the fact I couldn’t keep my dick soft around Alex ruin what I had with Jake. I followed Jake’s rules.

Nevertheless, I was quicker than usual to inform the staff I would be heading home. I was happy to see Alex was not yet there. I had just time to take a very quick shower, choose a pair of my tightest, most shredded 501 jeans and a tight tank top, leaving the belt off the jeans and the top button undone. I decided to go commando, as I loved the way the jeans molded themselves to my cock down my right thigh, was slipping my feet into flip flops when I heard the doorbell ring. A last look at my dark blond sun-streaked mop, running my hands through it, and I went down to answer the door, already thinking chilly thoughts to keep from getting hard.

I opened the door and there he was, Alex. He was more handsome than ever. He wore short stretch cotton grey shorts, clearly with nothing on under them, his big plump cock practically peeking out one leg. I swore his waist was even more narrow than I remembered it, his chest deeper the nipples poking out under the cut off purple tank that revealed chiseled abs and a happy trail that I always wanted to lick.  His face, when I tore my gaze from his bulge, was chiseled sexiness personified, those blue eyes with a hint of green, the aquiline nose, sensual lips, the upswept dark brown brows that suggested an element of deviltry.

Beside him were two large suitcases, and a coat bag, plus a computer case with the straps slung over one shoulder.

“Alex!” I said, opening my arms. “Welcome to our home.”

He stepped into my embrace, our bodies pressing together, and as naturally as anything, he turned his head and met my lips with his own. That’s all it took, and we were kissing, tongues touching then darting in to tangle and wrestle, mouths sucking on each other’s tongues. I felt all my blood rush down to my cock and an answering pressure from him. Buttocks flexed causing crotches to grind.

“Mmm, not everyone gets a kiss like that just after being dumped.” He murmured. “Shall I come in before we cause a scandal?”

I laughed, patted his firm butt, which of course made me even hornier, and urged him in. “Can I help you with your…” my mouth was covered for a moment with another kiss.

“My balls? Oh my god, yes,” he said.

“Alex, your bags.”

“Oh, right.” He stepped back from me, and my eyes fell to where his big cock was making a very provocative scene up and across the top of those hugging knit grey shorts. I wanted to grope him so bad, but instead reached for his bags.

I grabbed one of his suitcases and his coat bag, and said, “Come on, let me show you your digs.”

I showed him through the living room to the master bedroom beyond, “This is our room.” I said, referring to me and Jake.

“Ummmhmm, he moaned, do I get to sleep here too?”

“Nooo,” I drew out, laughing, showing him the bedroom that shared the large private bath with the master bedroom of our three-bedroom condo.

“So do I share the main bathroom?” he said.

“Yes.” I didn’t have to point out the three-man shower jake had had installed. I knew Alex noticed it and of course he had to comment on it.

“I see you are prepared for guests.”

“Well, um, yeah, but we’ve never had the courage.”

“I see, still boringly monogamous, are we?”

“Let’s just say we try to remain monogamous. It's not easy in this town, particular in Summer.”

He smirked, raised a brow. “Mm, some hot sizzling stories in there somewhere.” He gave me a curious eye. “Some would say that as long as both are there sharing the action…”

I gave him a stern look. “Look Alex, I know you and I… we have this extra vibe, and I love you to death, but you and I have to reign it in. And Jake, well I trust him, but dammit, he’s only human and you are so fucking sexy. Just don’t steal my man away, ok? The old cliché of a BFF fucking my BF …I don’t want that here, ok?”

Alex’s brows lifted in a look that was somewhere between sheepish and puppy-dog and he stepped into me, “I promise, Dan, baby, I would never want to do anything to hurt you.”

“I kn….” My mouth was covered by another passionate kiss that went on for a long time and left both of us breathing hard. Kissing like that was definitely one step over the line, but it was a game for us two longtime friends, teasing one another.

When we broke it, our bulges still pressed together as if glued, except for the movement of the hips and the grinding. He nuzzled my nose with his lips. “After all this time and all those dances at the bar and here for visits, have I ever put a foot over the line with Jake?” he inquired archly.

“Hmmm, well there was the party Charles and Lonny Hammond Fricks had a few months ago, that time you were dancing, I was pretending to be drunk, passed out on the couch, and you two started kissing, I thought I would go crazy trying not to shout out.”

Alex blushed looking decidedly guilty. “That was all perfectly innocent, just a tease.” He murmured before reclaiming my lips for another kiss. “You know you love it when I flirt with your man. I’ve seen how hard you get.”

“Do I ever,” I growled. “And you know I love it.”  We both chuckled huskily, our voices full of lust. Flashing back to that night, however, I remembered all clearly, watching them dance and neck through slitted eyes, Alex wearing nothing but very short booty shorts, and Jake wearing jogging shorts, the kind slit up the sides, with his huge cock poking out that slit against Alex’s ass. He’d not been wearing anything under it and had arrived at the party with his big cock peeking out the leg. Irresistibly obscene. As they danced, Alex had turned to Jake and made out with him, their bodies grinding, hard to hard. Alex had begun kissing his way down Jake’s muscular torso, sucking Jake’s nipples, licking his abs, and finally, fishing out Jake’s huge, sexy cock, his lips touching it, opening…. Alex had been about to suck Jake’s cock and I had thought Jake might let him, but my husband had stepped back at the last second.

Remembering that scene, made me even hotter, and it took Alex to snap me back.

“I am hot. I need a shower. Why don’t you slip into something more revealing, and I will get more comfortable,” he said as he casually ran fingers along the length of my throbbing cock through my jeans. Maybe we can have a drink while waiting for your man and relax a little. I want to catch up.”

He moved away from me and began to strip. I watched through the door to his room, unable to tear myself away. He slowly took off his T, and then worked his short shorts down baring his delectable round buttocks. Alex had one of the most fuckable bubble butts I had ever seen, and he knew it. Jake and I were both versatile, but more often than not Jake tended to top me. I didn’t mind that at all, but Alex, I knew was more of a bottom, and it excited me to think about fucking him, which I was NOT going to do. I had to get this lust for Alex out of my head.

Then he turned to go to the bath which turned him toward me, his big, beautiful cock swinging stiffly around.

Catching me staring, he winked.

“You could strip down to a thong and shower with me.” He suggested. “you’d still be clothed.”

“Too damn dangerous and you know it. I’ve wanted to have you wrapped around my cock for a long time.” Fuck did I just say that out loud? Yep.

He just winked and said, “I won’t take long,” before sauntering sexily into the master bath.

“Can’t wait,” I said, but I finally backed away, walking stiffly into the Master bedroom. I wanted badly to jack off but was afraid Alex might sniff that out and catch me. Then I would really be in danger. Once I got to a certain edge of excitement, it was really hard to pull back.

I unbuttoned the 501s peeled them down, kicking them into the hamper. They had too big of a precum spot on them now to wear. Then I went through my drawers and found white stretch cotton shorts boxers, short boxers, no Y front so you could get away with wearing them for bike riding or in public if you were particularly daring.

I was hard, horny, I wanted Alex to drool, so I got the smaller sized ones that really hugged what I had, and put them on.

Not bothering to try to calm things down, I out into the apartment, turning lights down a bit. I had a feeling Alex and I would be in dangerous territory by the time my baby got home and glaring lights allowing him to see every detail, might not be wise. Why not a little soft jazz, I thought.

Alex appeared after a while, and I breathed in the sight of him. He was wearing very short denim cut offs and a white tank top. I was sitting on the couch sipping a beer. He came around the end of the couch and after a slow look down at my distended bulge, turned and wriggled his sexy ass as if to silently suggest he could sit on my lap.

“I reached up, put my hands on his waist and guided him down beside me. He gave me a pout, but put his arms around me. I turned into him to my left, my right hand moving across myself to grasp his right thigh and slide up it to press my knuckles against his bulge. “We have to cool down, Alex.” I have pleaded, even as my thumb sort of rubbed his bulge. “Want a beer? “

“Sure.” He spoke.

I’ll see what I can do.” I got up, turning toward him so that my tented crotch rubbed up his handsome face.

“Tease,” he whispered.

“Look who's talking.” I growled playfully, making my way into the kitchen to grab him a Heineken. Using the fridge bottle opener, I headed back to him and passed him his beer. He’s laid back on the couch by then, one arm up behind his head where it rested on the couch arm. In that pose I could plainly see the tip of his cock poking at the frayed edge of his cut offs. Fuck but he looked sexy.

“Comere,” he said with a soft giggle, inviting me to lie down on top of him. I hesitated, thoughts of Jake fighting with the allure of my sexy bestie, Alex. Well, I thought, maybe for a little while… and I stepped toward him.