Exploring My True Self

About a half hour after Alex rightfully took me to task, Randy and Adam both emerged from the house in their underwear. We pulled together a quick breakfast, ate out by the pool and had a quick swim to start the day before The A’s headed towards home and Randy and I went back to our checklist. I thanked Alex for keeping me in-check.

The next two weeks prior to the wedding were going to be chaotic. I was sitting in the den working on my laptop trying to get ahead of things at work when my phone rang, it was my dad. I let it ring then texted back “What’s up?”

He responded “What’s up is I want to talk to my son. If I wanted to text him I would have texted. Call me please.” My dad had recently cut his hours back at the firm and kind of semi-retired. He’d been doing a lot of work for Jordan, Randy and me. That and a couple of other clients were more than enough to keep him busy. So, he turned most of his other clients over to his partner and stepped back a little. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was a little bored. So, he would call us and chat on the weekends. I called him back.

“Hey, Pop. What’s up?” I said cheerfully.

“My bigshot son found time to call me back, that’s what’s up.” He replied. “Your mother and I have decided to drive down for the wedding in Aunt Bessie.” Aunt Bessie was the 1960 Rambler convertible that my grandpa gave him. She’d been in the family since she rolled off the assembly line (see more about aunt Bessie in chapter 31).

“What? Why would you do that? Don’t be crazy, just fly.” I said selfishly. I had enough shit to worry about without worrying about them driving a car that was six decades old across the country and breaking down in the middle of nowhere.

“I signed Bessie up for a car show in New Mexico next weekend. Driving her across the country on Route 66 has been on my bucket list for years. This is a perfect opportunity. Besides, I already talked your mother into it.“ He said, his mind already made up.

“What if the car breaks down and you get stuck somewhere, or what if one of you gets sick, or…” I started to throw out my list of concerns. Dad cut me off.

“I’m a big boy, Kev. I’ll be fine, and we’ll be there for the big event come hell or high water. I didn’t call to discuss it or ask permission. I just called to let you know we’ll be there a few days early and wanted to stay with you and Randy. Your mom thought you could use the help. Here she is” he said handing her the phone.

“Hi honey. Are you okay with us staying with you for a few days before the wedding? We don’t want to impose, I was thinking I could help you boys out with the wedding, you have so much to do and I’m just sitting around here” I realized then that she was feeling left out. I was the first of her children to get married and we had done everything on our own. It was sweet.

“Of course we don’t mind, mom, and we’d really appreciate the help. I can make you a to-do list” I responded knowing that’s what she wanted, she loved to-do lists. She gushed over the phone. She was so excited to help, the idea of a to-do list put her over the top. It was cute as hell. I felt bad for not realizing earlier that she felt left out. Like Alex said, I needed to take inventory of all the great things in my life. My parents were definitely on that list. Mom said goodbye, asked me to text her some “to-do’s,” and promised to keep us posted on their trip down, then we hung up.

Randy was talking on the phone when he walked into my office “…Okay Griff. You’re on my calendar for Monday at 10AM. We’ll talk more then. Enjoy the rest of you weekend” he said as he hung up. Griff was one of Randy’s bigger clients. He owned the resort where we were having the wedding.

“Uh oh. What did he want? Is there a problem with the wedding?” I ask starting to worry.

“No, nothing like that” Randy said with a thoughtful look on his face. “He’s decided to retire, and he met with his family last night. He’d been grooming his sons to take over the resort, but they told him last night that they wanted him to sell the place. So, he’s going to put the place on the market and wants to meet to talk about reinvesting the proceeds into his retirement portfolio” Randy said. “That place would be fucking perfect for our next location. I need to call Jordan.” Randy was right, this could be a great investment. He called Jordan with the idea, and then e-mailed him a link to the property and told him he’d call him after his meeting with Griff. Jordan was excited by the prospect. Frankly, so were we.

The rest of our weekend was spent on detail crap for the wedding. We built an arch out of branches and brush to blend in with the landscape. It would go at the very end of the yard overlooking the hills, that’s where we would say our vows. It was very solid and functional but missing something. The vision I had in my headd was much more romantic, the reality was kind of blah at best. We also cleared out a lot of brush between the pool and the end of the yard, we had a lot of land behind the house, all just natural desert, and we planned to set-up the chairs in the yard so the pool and house were behind our guests and the incredible view was in front of them. We were expecting about 75 people between family, friends and coworkers. Everyone close to us would be sitting in our backyard in just two weeks as we pledged our eternal love to each other. We had a lot to do, but we’d be ready.

Monday morning came way too soon, and frankly, I think we added more to our to-do list over the weekend than we checked off. There was a lot to wrap up before vacation and we both went into work early. My day went fine, but I did have kind of an awkward exchange with Charlie. He was the only one on my team not invited to the wedding. Considering his past with Randy that was no surprise to him, however, I didn’t really think about the position I put him in at work. Everyone on the team was talking about the wedding, what they were wearing, etc. and they were all asking Charlie why he wasn’t coming and trying to talk him into it, they weren’t aware of the situation. He made up an excuse about an out of town trip with some college buddies. I felt bad for putting him in that position. We had a good talk and I ended up inviting him. He declined as I knew he would, but something about the gesture lifted the awkwardness. He may have been a shitty boyfriend to Randy, but he was an invaluable employee to me. I’m glad we talked.

Randy called me about noon to update me on his meeting with Griff. Apparently, he was serious about selling. Randy had already set-up a meeting with him and Jordan for later in the week. I met with Bill for our regular meeting and all went well. I just had a few loose ends to tie up before Friday. Randy and I both asked for the week before the wedding off to prep, and the week after for the honeymoon.

Since Bill was a major investor, Randy and I met with him for cocktails after work Monday night to tell him what was up with Griff and Jordy. We tried to keep the hotel business separate from the advertising business which sometimes got difficult since the lines were pretty thin.

“That would be a huge get” Bill said. “That resort is beautiful and has always done well.”

“Add the fact that it’s so private, but still close to everything Phoenix and Scottsdale have to offer gay visitors, it’s exactly what we’ve been looking for.” I added

“What did Jordan say?” Bill asked

“He’s stoked. He stayed there a few years ago and says it checks all the boxes. He’s running the numbers and we’re meeting with Griff later this week” Randy answered. Bill was onboard. He had a few more questions and said “Well, we can all check it out together at the wedding next week. Speaking of which, are you guys ready for the big day?” From there we just shot the shit about the wedding and everything else going on. We had become pretty close with Jordan, Jodi, and Bill over the past several months and considered them all close friends.

Considering everything that was going on, the week was pretty much drama free. We had our weekly Zoom call with Jeff and Matty on Wednesday. They were both excited about the wedding. Jeff had RSVP’d for two, he was bringing Annie. Apparently, they had become pretty close dealing with the aftermath of their spouse’s affair and shuffling the kids around every week. They started to date after their divorces were final. Funny thing, Ron and Sarah broke up by the new year, but Jeff and Annie seemed perfect for each other. They had booked a room at the resort. Matty decided to bunk with The A’s. They had all become buds after our trip to Vegas at New Years. The A’s knew we had a full house and offered their place up to the guys. Jeff wanted a romantic weekend with Annie, so he declined, but Matty appreciated the chance to save a few bucks and accepted. Plus, I don’t think he’d turn down a little extra curricular activity with The A’s.

Jordan met with Griff on the phone Friday and it went great. Jordan was looking into the details and doing his due diligence and we each took a couple of action items to follow-up on as well. We had my dad working on a couple of things from the road too. The wheels were in motion which meant we’d both likely be working over our honeymoon.

We both worked late Friday night trying to tie up loose ends and work ahead to avoid any catastrophes over the next two weeks. It was past eleven when I got home. Randy only beat me home by about a half hour and had stopped for Chinese takeout on the way. He had set the dining room table and lit the room with candles. We ate with music quietly playing in the background and talked about our weeks at work, the new business, the upcoming onslaught of loved ones, the big event next weekend, etc. The stress level was high with everything going on, and It really felt good to just talk through everything with him. We decided that Saturday would be decompress time. No work. No wedding talk. No house work. Just us relaxing by the pool. Randy had a couple of errands to run then we’d just kick back. That sounded awesome to me.

Saturday morning came, and I woke up in Randy’s arms…no alarm clock, nowhere to be, I didn’t even look at the time. I laid there for a while just appreciating the strong arms wrapped around me, and the guy they were attached to. Just one more week and he’d be mine forever. A huge smile covered my face. Damn, I truly am lucky,I thought. Alex’s words last weekend had really hit home. I had a charmed life, a beautiful home, a loving family, great friends, a solid career, and an incredible man who loved me and didn’t try to cage me or my sexual desires. In fact, he derived pleasure from my pleasure. I had the best of both worlds. I would do anything for him. After several minutes of lying there thinking and just appreciating everything, I rolled out from Randy’s loving arms and headed to the kitchen completely naked, and went to get my coffee. I took my mug and went through the French doors to lounge in the shade of the trellis out by the pool. I sprawled out on a long chair and just took in the magnificent view.

I laid there scrolling through social media and drinking my coffee for a while. It wasn’t long before Randy came outside fully dressed and ready to start the day. He brought the coffee pot out and topped my mug off as he kissed me good morning. He sat next to me and put the pot on the table “I’m gonna head out and pick up our tuxes from the cleaners, then I want to hit the liquor store and grocery store to stock up for next weekend.”

“Want me to come with you?” I said as I started to get up

“Honestly…no. I love you, but I need a little time alone in the car to blast my music and clear my head. That’s how I decompress” He replied.

I laughed and said, “totally get it! Frankly, I plan to just lay here and maybe take a nap…I feel like I’m slacking, but I need to reenergize.” He kissed me on the forehead and took off on his errands. I scrolled on my phone for a while, then put it down and must’ve dozed off.

I had no idea how long I was out when Randy shook my should and whispered “The rule is we only play together. You’re not supposed to start without me.”

I was still groggy “Huh? What the hell are you talking about?” I asked in a state of confusion and annoyance.

“THIS…” he said as he grabbed my hard cock “…and THAT” He said motioning with his head across the pool. There stood Josh, the pool guy, skimming the pool wearing nothing but a huge, mischievous grin and a pair of bright yellow Speedos with the head of his rock hard cock peeking out of the waistband. The outline of his veiny dick was visible through the yellow material. Damn, this kid was hung. Josh was a body builder that Alex introduced us to. He was about 21, dirty blonde hair in a shag cut that made him look like a California surfer dude, and a body that was pure, beastly muscle. Damn. I’ll say it again, DAMN! I didn’t know they made bodies like his.

His eyes were transfixed on my rock hard appendage, and he wasn’t shy about letting us know he was staring. Randy was still holding onto my cock. We were both staring back at Josh as he moved closer to us still skimming the pool. His body was magnificent. Randy whispered in my ear “What do you think?”

“What do YOU think?” I whispered back. I’d been thinking about our relationship a lot since Alex and I talked last weekend and realized that Randy usually left these decisions up to me (and of course I was always game for anything), but I wondered if he was really having fun or just coming along for the ride because I got into it. So, today it was up to him.

He grinned at me and said, “seriously, I want to lick those rock hard pecs and abs and work that cock with you.” I laughed and said, “Well, if that’s what YOU want…” We’d made our decision. Josh slowly moved closer, still skimming the pool and staring at us. Randy decided to motivate him a little by dropping to his knees and taking my cock down his throat. The two of them locked gazes as Randy made love to my engorged manhood, stimulating every single nerve. It was fucking intense.

Josh had made his way over to the lounge chair where I lay as Randy continued sucking me. Josh dropped his gaze from Randy and locked eyes with me. He reached down and cupped my balls as he did and gave them a hard squeeze. I groaned in pain, Josh just grinned and squeezed harder. FUCK the pain in my balls and the pleasure on my cock combined were unbelievable. I writhed under the control of these two studs as I pulled Josh’s hand off my balls and Randy’s mouth off my cock. “Stop or I’m gonna shoot before we even start.”

“Get on your back, stud” Randy said to Josh reaching over me and pushing him onto the lounge chair next to mine while he pulled me up. Josh pushed off his yellow Speedo revealing his hairless cock in its full glory. His body was waxed from head to toe, not a hair on him other than the shaggy blonde do on his head. Josh did as instructed, and we crouched on either side of him each taking a nipple in our mouth and rubbing his abs with one hand. Josh moaned, and Randy let a “fuck you’re built” escape his lips making Josh grin and say, “That’s by design, buddy” then he put a hand on each of our heads and pushed hard, smashing our faces against the brick wall that was his torso. I bit hard “More, fucker, bite harder” He yelled. Randy must’ve followed my lead making Josh scream and push our faces even harder into him. This guy was a fucking brick wall. He and Randy seemed to be vying for dominance. I was just watching to see who won the fight for power.

“Bite those nips fuckers. Yeah that’s it. Harder” Josh growled.

Randy grabbed Josh’s balls and yanked them down hard eliciting a yelp from him “You like it rough kid, we can play rough too” Randy said and started biting his way down the front of his body, when he got to his dick he started sliding his lips up and down the side. I followed his lead until our lips met on his plump, young cock. Josh started moaning and moved his hands to our heads pushing them down.

“Relax boy, I’m driving now” Randy said in a deep baritone voice as he let go of Josh’s balls and grabbed his wrists in one hand, pushing them above the boys head, holding them tight against the lounge chair. The last time I heard Randy use that voice was when he was dominating Charlie as “Master Ash” in Vegas. Josh just responded “yes, sir.” This hulk of a creature was submitting to my masterful man and it was hot as fuck.

Josh just lie there as we ravaged his hairless body with our tongues. His moans of pleasure seemed out of control. Randy moved off Josh and repositioned the lounge chair, so it was lying flat. “Sit on his face and make him eat your hole” he commanded of me. I complied straddling the young stud’s handsome face. Josh didn’t object, and his tongue instantly entered my hole, grunting and groaning into my sphincter and eating me out like it was his last meal. I smashed my crack against his face as hard as he smashed my face into his nipple earlier, It was a powerful feeling to dominate this young, hot, muscle stud. I leaned over and took his massive tool in my mouth and worked the bulbous head.

Randy moved between his legs and took Josh’s balls into his mouth, bathing them in his saliva. Our noses were touching as we worked the chiseled stud. The feeling of his taut body below me coupled with the sensations his tongue was giving me made it difficult not to shoot my load right then. We continued like this for several minutes when Randy stood and told us to get up. He ordered Josh to get on all fours up on the lounge chair. Josh did as he was told. Randy straddled the chair behind the boy, crouched down and started eating his ass out with vigor giving it a hard smack.

“Fuck his mouth” Randy commanded looking at me. I Put my dick in his mouth and he started to suck gently it. I was watching him when I heard another smack and Randy’s voice boomed “I said FUCK. HIS. MOUTH.” I looked up at him and our eyes locked “NOW!” He added, and I heard myself eke out a “yes, sir” as I rammed my throbbing member deep down Josh’s throat making him gag. I pulled back and did it again, soon I was fucking his mouth hard as the tears came out of his eyes and his spit covered my dick and balls. “That’s it, boy” Randy said. I’m not sure which one of us he was talking to at that point.

Randy continued slurping the muscle god’s hole as he smacked his ass regularly and with might. Each time he smacked him, Josh would groan over my cock sending great sensations through my body. “Now it’s time to fuck” Randy said in his deep voice almost whispering, yet booming at the same time. It was masterful.

Josh pulled off my cock and begged “Please be gentle.” Randy Just let out a “HA” and said, “What happened to the guy that likes it rough?” Josh looked up at me with fear in his eyes and I realized that Randy was on the verge of losing control.

I stopped fucking Josh’s face and let him suck me at his own pace. “Randy!” I said in a firm voice looking straight at him. He looked up and our eyes met. I just shook my head. He got the message and I could see his expression change as he came back to reality. He nodded and started rubbing the red marks he had left on the hunks ass cheeks. He rubbed his dick up and down the muscled ass trench. “I’ll be gentle” he whispered, “We’re going to give you the best sexual experience of your life.”

I held onto the beautiful boys head as I slowly moved my veiny seven and a half inches in and out of him savoring all the sensations his warm, young mouth was giving me. Randy teased his beautiful pink pucker for a while and then lined himself up and pushed gently. Josh yelped, and Randy stopped to let his sweet passage adjust to his beautiful, long, slender cock. I rubbed his head as Randy gently did the same to his ass cheeks. He moaned and pushed his ass into Randy signaling he was ready for more. And more he got! Randy steadily moved all the way in until his balls were resting on the blonde’s ass crack. He stopped again and held it there for a while, then moved in a circular motion. Josh moaned his approval.

By this point I had stopped moving and was letting Josh work his wonderful magic on my cock. Randy started moving in and out slowly when Josh spit my dick out and surprised us by yelling “I’m ready. Fuck me hard, sir.” Randy looked at me, seemingly for approval, I nodded. He started to fuck a little harder and more aggressively. Josh yelled “Harder, Sir. FUCK ME” as he stroked my cock. Randy complied and smacked his as lightly. Josh yelled “Smack me harder, Sir. Fuck me harder, Sir.” Then he put my phallus back in his mouth and swallowed me whole. I pulled his head as tight against me as I could, he was gagging but didn’t attempt to pull off me as Randy rammed relentlessly into him. He wasn’t kidding, he liked it rough.

Randy and I held eye contact as we filled this beautiful, young, muscle stud mercilessly with all the cock he was willing to take. Randy was smacking his ass while grunting “Take this you little muscle fuck. Take my hard cock.” I was afraid he might lose control, but we kept eye contact and he rode the fine line between losing control and total ecstasy. We fucked the beautiful boy together for a few minutes when I pulled out and said “switch.” We moved swiftly with Randy’s cock replacing mine in his mouth and mine slipping easily into his hard, perfect, hairless ass. Now I was the aggressor, pumping hard and smacking the fine ass. Josh continued to beg for it harder, rougher, and more, more, more! He got it. Randy and I were making love to each other with our eyes as our cocks fucked the shit outta this young, perfect, hairless god below us.

Randy held the boys head tight against his groin and grunted as he shot his load down his gullet without warning, his head thrown back in ecstasy. The boy bucked almost uncontrollably against my thrusting hips until I moaned breathlessly “I’m cumming, take it boy” and I gave his ass one final, mighty smack as I shot my wad up that sweet, perfect muscle butt. With my final spurt I slammed into him as far as I could and held it there, panting to catch my breath. Randy leaned over the boys back, grabbed the back of my head and started kissing me hard, devouring my lips as our dicks softened inside of Josh. He didn’t move a muscle except for his tongue that was expertly working the dick in his mouth.

We slowly pulled out. I had realized that no one, including Josh had touch his dick. I told him to roll over, so we could finish him off. He looked up at me, smiled tht million dollar smile and said, “Too late” He had shot all over the lounge chair. “FUCK!!!” Josh grunted like a wild animal, “That was the most intense fuck of my life!” He rolled over onto his back, laying on his own load, and rested. Randy and I just held each other as our breathing subsided.

Josh pulled on his Speedos, smiled at us and just said “Damn” as he grabbed his skimmer and finished the pool.

Vacation had officially begun.

To be continued…