Exploring the Edge

Thank you all for sticking with this story. It only grows more complicated, and I hope I can keep up with it all and keep it together. My characters are a little nutty, and contradict themselves, but in the end, I hope they make a very human kind of sense. My only excuse for them is that if I had to face that much hot, studly young man temptation every time I turned around, I would be nuts, too, not to mention nutting!

I always enjoy your comments. Please keep them coming.

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 Chapter 6

ALEX

 It was coming along, if I had to say so myself. Yes, indeed, the portrait of Jake slumped and sexy in his lifeguard chair was coming together very nicely. I had the background in with as much detail as it was going to get. The body and face of the handsome black haired tanned stud was blocked in and recognizably Jake, but this was going to be a realistic portrait, so it had many layers of detail, light, depth, contrast and tiny adjustments to make before I would be satisfied.

Jake had let me know, shortly after he and Dan had their near break up fight, that I was welcomed to continue painting in the shed and to continue to live there, so there I was, some days later, dabbing away and thinking about the miserable week that had passed, and the surprising twist that had caught me by surprise.

The first few days, I hadn’t returned to the house, but stayed at The Shores", Dan's hotel.. Dan was my bestie and where he went, I needed to be. Whatever happened, I was NOT losing Dan. I had won the challenge Mike had put out there at the dinner, the same challenge that somehow ended up with Dan leaving Jake after Mike and I left to enjoy a stay at the Shores.

I could not believe that sexy dinner ended like that! It had been so hot, and everyone was having such a great time. But when Dan came to the Shores with Dean, crying on his shoulder, and then seeing me he cried mine that he left Jake, I was stunned. What was worse, it became clear that Jake had pretty much agreed with Dan leaving. What the hell?

I was so stunned I hardly noticed the way Dan let Dean comfort him and take him to bed. I followed them into Dan's Penthouse with Mike on our heels, trying to get a clear picture, and finally Dan admitted he had told Jake he loved Dean. 

I was flabbergasted. Shit! I thought everything was going great! I’d come within a hair of joining them in the three-way relationship I couldn’t help dreaming of with them, and now this!

WHAT?  Dean seemed to have sucked Dan into a relationship with HIM? When the fuck had that happened? Dan told me everything. But I hadn’t seen Dean coming and I should have! Dean led Dan back to his huge king-sized bed, and he ushered Mike and me away telling us Dan needed to sleep and he would keep him company. I wanted to resist, but Mike put a quiet hand on my shoulder, and guided me out of the Penthouse. 

Mike kept me company that first night, but I was to upset at anything happening to my two favorite people in the world to do anything more but let Mike spoon me. Not even his huge cock pressed up my crack all night, distracted me from my worry over Dan and Jake.

The next morning Mike had to get up and get to work early. As Captain of the Beach patrol, he had a lot to do before the Patrol set up on the beach each morning. He advised me to go easy, don’t crawl all over Dan’s butt. Let the two of them sort it out.

He was right, but I couldn’t let it rest. That day I stayed at the Shores. I should have been relaxing, enjoying the stay, flirting with the other patrons, maybe enjoying the steam room and sauna and getting some casual sex in, hunting. but I kept an eye on the steps up to the roof top and Dan's penthouse. I sunned by the pool, flirting with guys, but not very hard, my mind on what was up with my bestie.

I might be a slut, but I was not just hunting for big cocks, though yeah, ok, that was a favorite pastime of mine. I had been hunting for someone, anyone, who would understand me and put up with me. I wanted a mate. I wanted what Dan had. In fact, I wanted Dan and his husband, Jake. I had been more and more open about that over the last few months, and THIS was what happened? No, no, no, no!

I couldn’t help thinking I had caused this, moving in with them, constantly working on Dan to go further with me then just cuddles. Maybe I had succeeded too well, and Dan, my best friend clearly lost track of the monogamy he’d tried so hard to hold on to for two years of marriage with Jake.

And maybe I was wrong, but I didn’t quite trust this Dean guy. Oh, he was nice and all, but the way he worked on Dan, romancing him, sort of pulling Dan in against him whenever I was around...

Dan liked to have me up to his penthouse at the Shores during all this, but Dean did not. Dean was there, sweet, charming, but he scowled at me when Dan would pull me in to cuddle with me on the couch. Dan would go over and over his situation with Jake, a situation which, frankly, looked even to me like it was dead in the water, but the fact he kept talking about it was a sign to me that there was still something there.

The third day after Dan left Jake, moving out of Jake’s house, I was sitting on the couch in Dan's Penthouse apartment atop The Shores Hotel, drinking a 7up in some cutoffs. Dan had ordered in a thin crust pizza with everything on it but anchovies. When it arrived, he got himself a slice and coming over to me, settled himself between my legs and leaned back into me. “Alex, what am I going to do?” He asked me, sighing.

Before I could answer, Dean cut in from behind the couch. “Baby, Jake set you guys up to fail. Always encouraging you to cuddle with others, lowering your boundaries. Jake got hot over it. Thats not love. I would never do that to you. I know it hard to face, but I love you, you love me. You have me.” Dean came around the couch while talking. He’d changed into a skimpy pair of white net shorts slit at the sides, looking sexy as hell. As he stepped past us, his eyes flicked a glare at me that was swiftly hidden, as he sat beside us and reached over my leg to rub Dan’s thigh, his knuckles accidently rubbing against his bulge.

Dan responded by leaning toward Dean, getting a ready kiss from Dean out of it. The kiss went on for a long time, and I thought Dan might leave my lap for Dean’s, but he just relaxed even more against me.

“I don’t know as he set me up, love. I wouldn't put it that way, exactly.” Dan said to him. “Jake likes to make me happy and give me pleasure and keep things exciting. It just got a little out of hand.”

“It got out of hand as in you telling him you love me," Dean insisted, gently, "and I for one am thankful you did, Dan. I am glad it's out and in the open you fell in love with me. I am sorry for Jake. I didn't mean to get between you, but it's done, now and we have to move on."

“Yes.” Dan said, but it was a quiet yes, like he was ashamed and sorry he had to say it.

Somehow Dean wasn't convincing me. Probably because I was jealous as hell. I mean, who could blame Dean, because in his position, I would have done the same. It was Dan, after all. Who couldn't fall for Dan?

Wait a minute! I WAS in his position. I had loved Dan forever. We went to school together, college, and I had been his bestie since we both came out in high school, helping each other run and hide from bullies until we both found stronger dudes for BFs who defended us.

Somehow, I never became more then best buds to Dan, though I always wanted to. But he was afraid we would lose our friendship if we acted on our mutual attraction. Looking back, over the long haul, it became a sort of tease for us, like a constant flirt that became more intense once it was clear Jake didn't mind me French kissing Dan right in front of him, or that Dan and I often got visibly hard around each other. And Jake and I flirted more and more as well.

But we only went over that line of no return after I moved in with them.

Now here was Dean, not caring about Dan and Jake, and I did NOT believe he felt one bit sorry for Jake. He was just working to pull them apart because HE was in love with Dan. Well, I had news for him. I was in love with Dan!

I couldn't help it. With Dean working on Dan so hard, and Dan back against me, I said in Dan's ear what I would say to him many times, “Dan you, need to have this out with Jake.”

Dan nodded, “I know, I know, I just don’t know what to say to him yet, how to explain…”

Dean moved around to kneel between Dan’s legs and engaged Dan in eye-to-eye contact. “Then lets you and me go out tonight. I will take you ball room dancing. You can forget about all this and just enjoy a beautiful night together.” Dean reached up and pulled Dan into a long kiss and Dan went with it, sighing, his back leaving my chest.

“That sounds like fun, and just what I need. but wait... ball room dancing?”

“Unh hunh, you’ll love it. There is a class run by Julio Mirandez, this very hot professional dancer at the rec center. Say you’ll come. You have to take your mind off all this drama.” Dean encouraged.

Dan nodded. “Yup, I do. Ok, I am in.” Dan then said, “Alex, you want to come with us?” Dan had turned his head to the right as if to speak over his shoulder, but over his left shoulder I met Dean’s warning glare.

Something told me to heed that glare. That I didn't want to challenge Dean openly, or not yet at least. “Oh, that’s ok, maybe another time, Dan. Sounds like fun though, but it also sounds like a date for two, not three.”

Dan tried to argue, but I stuck to my guns, or rather, Dean’s.

The three of us talked about inconsequential stuff. I finished my slice of pizza and excused myself to let them get ready for their night out, but this all felt wrong. How could Dan go dancing with all this unfinished business?

Feeling bad for Jake, I slipped home and found Jake home, watching TV with Patrick curled up against him.

I grabbed a snack as that single Pizza slice hadn’t really done it for me, and retreated to the room I shared with Patrick, except, Patrick had been keeping Jake company the last two nights. Funny, I had the feeling they weren’t having sex. I kind of had the feeling Jake was using Patrick as a place warmer.

I think Jake knew I half expected to be kicked out, but Jake was adamant that I keep using the shed to paint, and so I stayed, though I was spending half my time hovering around The Shores. 

Jake was miserable. His face was like stone whenever I saw him. Yet when I tried to talk to him about it, Patrick always seemed to be there, interrupting me before I could start. I even thought of asking Jake to model for me again so I could get him alone, but when Jake was home, Patrick was too, and there seemed to be no excuse I could come up with to leave Patrick out of any paint session. I don't know what I would have said to Jake anyway except that he shouldn't give up on Dan.

I even had the fleeting thought that Patrick and Dean were in cahoots to keep me away from either Dan OR Jake, but I put that thought aside as being totally ridiculous!

It got so I thought, fuck this, and fuck them! Dan and Jake love one another. They may have had a bad argument, or a tiff, or hurt each other, but what couple doesn’t have one of those? Well, dammit, I was going to make sure that Dan and Jake still saw me, still dealt with me every day in one way or another, even if all I was, was a reminder to them of their marriage to each other. They might be separated, but there had been no divorce talk, right? And call me selfish, but if Dan went off with Dean or something, I had a bad feeling that would be the beginning of the end of my relationship with Dan.

Well imagine my surprise when I went to the Shores a little early, coming off a late afternoon sun session at the gay beach area, wearing one of my micro thongs to tease the other guys in the sand, and who should I see crossing the inner courtyard of The Shore’s Hotel Guest House, then beautiful long blond-haired Patrick, dressed in linen white shorts and a green crop top, looking gorgeous as usual, and very sexy. My roommate, bed mate and fuck mate for the month before this sad, sad week, at Jake and Dan's for just over a month was here? I had no idea Patrick hung out here at the Shores, yet here he was. Almost I called out and waved, but there was something about his swift walk past sunbathers around the pool that stopped me. Hmph. 

As I was behind a bit of decorative gardening by a male homoerotic nude statue fountain that had a big erection with water streaming from its piss hole. Patrick didn’t even see me. But there, stepping out of the spa entrance, was Dean, wearing his white massage therapist shorts, chatting with a muscular hunk with a thick beard. The hunk kissed Dean in a way that suggested, well, more than a plutonic massage had been going on in there. So much for Dean being faithful to Dan, I thought, hah!

Patrick and Dean waved to each other as Patrick walked around the pool to meet him. They met in a hug and a lingering kiss, before Dean slipped a hand down to Patrick’s ass, and pulled him into the spa, and I thought, oh hell no! The fleeting thought about Dean and Patrick working together banged right back into my head.

Ok, so I am no spy. I am a freaking lousy snoop, but shit, I could NOT let thig go. I slipped around, casually, even stopped to talk to an acquaintance or two I had met at the beach, probably being way too casual, but eventually, I sidled up to the spa entrance and went in. Thankfully, there were no bells, no automatic alarm of any kind at the spa entrance, and I just slipped into the small reception area. There were three doors. To the left was the Sauna, in the middle the steam room, and to the right the massage room, which, I knew had a back door to the showers which were shared by all three. To the far right was a corridor giving access straight back to a small locker room, where you could turn left and get to the showers and from the back, the therapy rooms of sauna, steam and massage.

I took off my micro thong, and crop top, put my beach stuff, in a locker, quietly as I could, and heard the shower going. If they caught me back here, they could just find me in the shower or something, I thought. Peaking past a row of lockers I looked into the showers a row curving around the back wall. There they were. I didn’t have to try to sneak around or listen through the walls to the massage room at all. Patrick was pressed up against Dean in the shower, both of them mauling each other’s faces, making out, with Patrick grinding against Dean. There was a row of lockers closer to the couple, and I took the chance to slip around the end of the one I was behind and to the next row. I was now only a half dozen feet from them. I was close enough to hear every word.

“Mmm so good, I have missed this, baby.” Patrick moaned.

“You had it yesterday love.”

“I know, I know but I can never get enough, and Jake is so fucking miserable. He just holds me at night and won’t put out.” Patrick complained.

“Ah you poor baby, maybe I better take care of you," Dean said. I was shocked to find out these two were far more to each other than I had ever thought.

There was a pause and I guessed Dean was now on his knees to Patrick, taking Patrick’s very nice nine-inch uncut cock. I knew the cock well. Patrick and I had been enjoying sex for a month before this sad week, after all, sharing a room and a bed together at Jake and Dan's place.

There was the sound of moaning and slurps just audible above the shower and I kept listening. “So, what about Dan. I bet he is putting out.”

Dean chuckled, “aww yeah. Aww he misses Jake, but he is such a sucker for romance. He just LOVED ball room dancing, and the flowers I bought him and romantic dinners out.” Dean laughed. "He loves that shit."

“Shit, I hope you made him pay, baby.”

“Oh, he offered; I didn’t have to.” The two snickered and I felt my heart and stomach both lurch in pain and anger. What the fuck?

There were more wet sounds of oral sex, and if I hadn’t been so upset, I’d have gotten hard listening. “Dean sometimes, I feel bad about what we're doing, and they are no dummies." Patrick said. "Jake really isn’t a dummy at all. I sometimes find him looking at me a certain way, no expression at all, and it makes me nervous. He was a Navy Seal for God’s sake, and he keeps his office locked tight. I don’t dare even try to get in.”

I could tell they had paused in their make out session to talk seriously.

“Don’t baby. Just don’t." Dean cautioned. "Just relax around Jake and keep him distracted. We have to take our time. Build trust. Keep working on Jake, just enjoy his big dick, baby. You can do it."

"I don't need his big dick, lover, I love yours. I just want to be with you." Patrick moaned.

"We have to take our time, baby, not rush this. Dan has that unlimited card. I haven't gotten hold of it yet even for a moment and there is no point to that until I get his social."

"Dean you have to be careful. The longer this takes the more worried I get. Those other guys in Florida..."

"Shhh, relax, baby. I need maybe another week. Dan Is flowing in money. All I have to do is get him to commit to me, open up his accounts, and bleed him until he “loses” that card accidentally and before he knows it’s gone, and with his personal info, we transfer what we need offshore, and slip out for a good life, and we are on our way to the Cayman’s. Just you relax and leave it to me, baby. We’ve done this before, but it was for smaller potatoes. This score will do it for us, baby.”

“Ok hubby, you know best. You know I rely on you for this work. I am so fucking useless.” Patrick sighed and that turned into a moan.

"No, you're not. Your beautiful and hung and my perfect partner. I need you baby." Ooo but Dean was a smoothy. Moments later from the gasps, grunts and slapping sounds it was clear that they had switched up to fucking.

For a moment I was frozen, amazed and flabbergasted listening to their passion. Didn’t Patrick work for fucking city hall? Sheesus! And hubby? Patrick had called Dean 'hubby?" Were they married? As quietly and casually as I could, I slipped away to the locker.

Not knowing what to do, and in a panic, I pulled on my micro though which barely covered my goods soft, my crop top, got my beach towel, flip flops and shoulder bag with sun block, not daring to put on any of it, just quietly slipping it all into my beach bag, and left the spa, slipping out the back way from the Shores to the beach. When I got there, I fished out my little thong, squeezed myself into the pouch, and instead of walking toward the public area, I meandered away from all that toward the South. What to do, what to do?

The one thing that hit me was that these two con artists, if that’s what they were, were not in a hurry. They were intent on stringing this out until Dean could gain enough of Dan’s trust to steal from him. Of course, Dan right now was vulnerable, wasn’t he? Shit!

I thought of going right to Jake with this, but Patrick was there and would deny anything I said. Patrick hadn’t put a foot wrong with Jake and had just been advised not to by his partner in crime. Hell, it had been an order. There was no doubt mild romantic Dean was the sleaze ball operator in charge, and all he had done so far was romance Dan. Dammit!

Had they planned this from the beginning? I thought about it. Patrick had gained their notice at the Grill as a waiter and oh so conveniently admitted he needed a place to stay, right? And that had been right after I went to Dan with the same problem. Shit! Had they sized us up at some previous dinner at the grill? Had Patrick waited on us before? And I thought, shit yeah!

But wait, hadn’t Patrick met Jake before? Yes! Jake had met him at the beach, right, or had that been someone else? I couldn’t remember the details when I was introduced to Patrick. Jake met a lot of guys at the beach, particularly before he was promoted. The point was it was easy for them to work this out. I had had friends tell me about two instances of guys being scammed by sexy waiters. All they needed to do was take a phone pic of the front and back of a credit card, and if they had your social, you were screwed unless your bank was super alert.

Ok, I needed help. I stopped, reached into my bag and pulled out my phone, looking for a number. Scrolling down a list, I flubbed several times just scrolling because my hands were trembling. Found it! There it was. Calling it I waited, and a familiar sexy baritone voice answered, “Laslow Security, and Investigations. Who am I speaking with?”

“Hi Sam, it's me, Alex.”

“Alex, you gorgeous sexy, fuck, how the hell are you?”

I had to laugh in relief. Sam was Australian but had been in the US for nearly ten years and had become a citizen just a few years before. But still had a touch of the Aussie drawl.

Clearly, he was alone. “I am fine, Sam, how are you?”

“Oh, so and so, the usual. My BF, Jerod, you met him, roight?”

“I think not,” I said doubtfully. Sam was openly polyamorous, himself, but ironically, he hated anyone cheating on him, and being a detective, he found out that his bfs did, all too frequently cheat on him. It was one-way polyamorous behavior, that was for sure. I had told Sam when we were together that if his boyfriends all accepted that he had other loves, then it was pretty hard for them to refrain from other loves too, wasn’t it?

He never bought that. Either they accepted his way, or they fucked off. A stubborn man was Sam Laslow, but maybe that was what made him a good detective. Frankly, I thought he would remain single forever.

Sam was going on, updating me with his latest. “Well, I was suspicious of Jerry, and I started following him about, loik I do, even used a drone on him. I found him arll right in the back yard of this other bloke I was seeing, named Tod. Ee was outside with Tod, and Tod was like all hard and naked, which I might have excused as they were by his pool, but they were makin out like they meant business, and it was obvious they weren’t going to stop, the fuckers, even when I jumped the fence and charged up on them. So, anyway, I am single… again.”

I had no idea who Tod was but figured I would humor him. “That’s a shame, Sam. Did I catch you at a bad time. You busy?”

“Just wanking off here in my office listening to your sexy voice, Alex,” he said cheerfully. “Wanna fuck?”

I just laughed, and he said, “No, you buhgga, I am serious. I need a good fuck. Where are you?”

“Sam, you know it won’t lead to anything." He and I had already had our time. "You’ll fall for me again and then catch me making out with someone else and I’ll break your heart. You know I am a flirt.”

“Roight, ya sexy buhgga. Well, all roight, since ya didn’t call me for moi big hard nine-inch billy club, if that’s the way of it, what’s on your mind, sweet cheeky cheeks?

I took a deep breath. “It's about two friends of mine. Well, my best friend and his husband. I think they may be being conned.”

There was a pause as he turned that over, but then he said, “Well, first of all, Alex, call me paranoid, but I never talk official business on the phone. So, suppose you come down to my office and we’ll have a noice little chat.”

“Let me go home first and I will be on my way.”

“Ahh, fuck, wait a moment. Oi got a client coming in a half hour. You free for dinner?”

“Yes.”

“Pick you up at seven. You still at that condo?”

"No, I moved into the house of the guys I fear are getting conned. I'll give you the address..."

"Any chance the snakes playing your friends will be there?"

"No, they are both at work."

"Good," he said. I gave him Jake’s house address. We hung up and I headed back up the beach to find my rattle trap of a VW bug parked at The Shores.

Once home, I decided t sanitize my own stuff, and packed away my extra wallet, credit cards, anything of value, my passport, changed into some snug jeans, a black t, put all my valuables in a locked box and stuck all that in a plastic container under my box of boots and shoes. Then Sam showed up, broad shouldered muscular, ginger that he was, wearing a tight white shirt that hugged his big chest, and tight khaki pants that hugged his big bulge, and ass. He hugged me, and I told him what I had done, and why, and he shook his head. “Nah, Laddy, don’t give the gaim away. You go back in there and put your stuff where it usually is. Don't tip anyone off. Just keep your identification and more valuable cards with you. The rest just check every day. Anything missing, ya cancel it.”

I went back in and did just that while Sam waited, and then headed out with him in his ancient Volvo station wagon. Sam swore by that car, saying it was built like a tank and would never wear out. I thought it was ugly as sin, but hey, here I was with a dented ancient white VW bug, so I was no one to talk.

We went to a dinner Sam liked and sat in the corner. The food was standard but good. I told Sam everything I had heard and seen about Dean and Patrick, and he listened, only now and then asking a question. He was in pure pro mode, and I appreciated it. When I was done, he said, “Don’t say a word to Dan and Jake, lad. Sounds to me like your mates need a lot more softening up before these two slithery sweet snake's strikes. So, keep your mouth shut but stick close to Danny boy when ya can. You’re his best mate, so use that and keep an eye on it. In the meantime, I’ll trace the back grounds of these two rats and see what I can find out. Might take a day, might take a week or two. Depends on how they have covered their tracks.”

“I can’t even warn them somehow…” I asked.

Sam reached across under the table and squeezed my thigh. “Love, no. Not if you want me to catch those two. You step into this, they get cold feet, and they go onto the next guy or guys, roight?”

“Roight,” I said, the Aussie way, and he snorted at me, his eyes twinkling.

“Normally when some smarty loik yerself mimicks me accent, Oi turns them ovah and gives their roighty toighty arss a good spank.” He licked his lips and gave me a lecherous leer, his eyes going down my body as if he could see through, the table.

“Down, boy.” I said, giggling.

“Too late for that. Dessert?”

“No thanks.”

“Damn, I was going to have some Alex cream sickle.”

We both laughed, got up and hugged. “Remember, don’t say a word. Best thing. See if you can help Dan and Jake get back together. Hopefully not before I’ve done my work, but soon.”

“How do I do that?” I asked him and he laughed, shrugging.

“How should I know. I can’t keep a BF for more than a month or two at a toim, myself, hah. Just listen to-em, lad, and remind them they love each other. That usually works.”

He grinned at me, we hugged outside the restaurant, got in his car. He let me off a block from home in case Patrick might be there, and before letting me out, gave me a huge kiss that got me hard.

I had to walk the block with my jeans showing my stiffy, not that the neighbors minded. The gay couple on their front porch waves smiles and clearly ogled my straining crotch as I walked by.

I’d calmed down by the time I entered the house and realized neither Jake nor Patrick were home. Good!

I wanked off, thinking of Sam, getting some relief from spending much of the day sunning amidst a gaggle of gay men on the beach and then ogling Sam in his tight shirt and kakis. Ny cock had been half hard to hard all day and I needed release.

The next three days went by with little change. I would see Dan for dinners, as he was still getting lunch time massages with Dean and then saving his later evening time for Dean as well. Dan would regale me about how romantic Dean was, their dancing, their moonlight walks, etc... until I wanted to puke, but I hid it. I found it interesting that he wasn’t spending every single minute with Dean, though. Maybe it wasn't much that he liked spending time right after his workday with me, but I found it encouraging.

I knew my bestie well, and just had this feeling that he was uneasy, nervous about the situation, and definitely still sadder than he wanted to admit about Jake. And I would just tell him Jake loved him and would take him back. I didn’t dare say more. But each day I became more anxious about what Sam might be finding, or if he were finding anything at all.

And then Dan texted me, “Lunch? The Grill roof top?”

“On my way.” I was surprised to get that invite for lunch. Dan passing up a Dean massage / fuck?

I put on some tight shredded jeans, commando, and a sky-blue t that brought out my eyes… oh yes, I wanted to remind Dan that he wanted me as more than his bestie, too.

When I got there Dan was at his usual corner semi obscured table up on the roof top deck.

He gave me that half smile that had become habitual on him lately as his cerulean blue eyes took me in. I could get lost in those eyes. I noticed Dan wore a medium blue jersey, and stretchy cotton grey boxers, the kind that could have been underwear if they had a Y front. His cock and balls were deliciously outlined in them, and I just wanted to kneel down crawl up between his thighs under the table and suck him. It would be a good protein shake for lunch! Instead, I went over to him and kissed him, tongue wrestling him until he moaned.

“Alex, I’ve been wanting to tell you something, since that dinner party a week ago.”

“Oh?” I sat down close beside him and rubbed a hand up his thigh, nudging his expanding bulge. Yep, I wanted him to remember he wanted me as more than a bestie. Sorry, I know it was wrong to make him think of me, when I also wanted to help him get back with Jake, but I was in love and lust with both men, and I am not a boy who says no to what I want, easily. Hell, I was not a boy who said "no" at all, if I could help it!

To my growing astonishment, over our lunch, I found out that Dan might be more open to approaching Jake and climbing out of this miserable past week then I had thought. And moreover, he was not crazy over Patrick, who he admitted he hardly really knew, nor did I feel he was that deeply smitten by Dean, despite all the gooey romancing Dean was putting out. Was Dan getting a little tired of it? If I had to guess, I would say it was a passing fancy sort of love, an obsession of the moment kind of thing.

I went back and forth about it all with him, mostly trying to listen and only here or there trying to prod my best friend into thinking clearly. But the main thing was, this time he was really seriously considering that if he went back to Jake, I would have to be along for the ride.

Finally, I looked at him held up both hands and started counting fingers as I said, “Ok, you love three guys, me, Dean and Jake. However, you want monogamy but, you don’t really think you ARE monogamous, or could be, but you want it, or at least, I guess, with me added in for spice.” I gave Dan my cheekiest smile and ran my hand over his bulge right there under our table. “Can you really handle that? Jake with just me for a bit of spice?”

Dan asked back, “Can you?”

Oh no, I had asked first. “Can YOU?”

I have to admit the look on his face was priceless!

 

Hah, I felt pretty smug about all that, but in the end, he went back to spend another night with Dean.

I called Sam to tell him Dan said Dean was offering to quit and leave, and not come back until Dan knew what he wanted.

Sam said, “See if Dean and Patrick actually scarper off. Ees not ready yet, I wager. He’s just putting pressure on Dan.”

I told Sam about my lunch with Dan, and he said, “Good, still chasing some data on your two snakes, but getting there, boyo. Keep an eye on it.

Oh yeah, nothing was going to keep me from doing just that!

The next day, Dan texted me to tell me he’d be having lunch with and spending the evening with Dean. He wanted to calm him down about Jake and me. Dean had apparently been a little upset Dan had canceled their lunch massage-fuck to have lunch with me. I just noticed that Dean didn’t seem to have left after all. Hmm, I had to pray that Dan kept his unlimited card with him and didn’t let Sam anywhere near it.

It was now getting on toward Labor Day weekend. It was Friday, and Rehoboth was already filling up. Dan and Dean were busy at the Hotel. Patrick was working. I spent the day away from all that, in the shed behind Jake’s house, painting, thickening the layer of paint, adding more detail. As I was painting, I realized I had painted Jake’s lips as closed, but somehow with that semi hard bulging up across those red speedos, I decided those lips needed to be parted, just a bit. I wanted it to appear as if he were looking at something very hot down on the beach, his striking ice blue eyes peering from under his shaded hand. I wanted it to look like you could almost hear him let out a soft grunt of lust. Even painting Jake was giving me an erection, which, for me was a sign that it was going to be a great painting.

I was thinking of taking a break and taking my thing in hand, when my phone pinged with a text. message. I put the brush down and looked at it. It was from Dan.

“Please meet Jake and I for dinner at the Crab House at seven?”

Holy fuck, Jake and Dan together! Then another message came through and this was from Jake.

“Meet Dan and I at the Crab House, at seven pm, sexy?”

The Crab House was a shabby little sea food place that was actually down of Rehoboth beach and in Rehoboth Bay, about ten minutes away. It was one of those nifty seafood places you can find by marinas that cater to fishermen. The place was rustic and shabby, but the seafood was excellent.

“I will be there!” I texted to both in turn. I wanted to text more, I wanted to gush out love for them and xoxoxoxos and all that, but I refrained. It was WAY too soon to speculate, much less celebrate. Hell for all I knew they wanted to tell me we were all through with each other, or to let me down easy, and tell me they wanted to be monogamous, and I had to go away…

No! My mind had to settle down. I had three hours to kill, but no way could I go back to painting. Damn!

I cleaned off my brushes, stripped, left the shed with my hard on wagging stiff, and walked around the pool to the whirlpool, turned it on and sat back on the edge., leaning back on my elbows, my cock spearing the air. I had visions of sexy hot Jake and my beautiful, wonderful Dan dancing in my head.

I tried to hold back. I tried to edge, but it was useless. I was lost! I could see Dan sitting on my face, letting me lick his cock, as Jake moved in between my legs, to feed my ass his huge ten-inch column of man sex. Soon enough I was arching back, cock in the air, and blasting off toward the sun!