Stan Does a Good Deed
Bruno had me pushed up against the refrigerator in the kitchen of the hotel, his cock deep in me, sluicing my insides with his cum, which dribbled out onto the floor. He gasped and bit my shoulder, then pulled out. I turned and watched him and Sergio kiss, their mouths squished together as Sergio slid his hefty cock into me around all of Bruno's cum, beginning to fuck hard.
It was one of a few experiences we had with Bruno, who was nothing if not inventive. In this last one, as Sergio fucked me against the cold metal of the fridge, adding his cum to Bruno's, one of the kitchen staff was watching, while Bruno sucked his cock, madly guzzling the young guy's cum as Sergio began to slow down and kiss my neck, pulling me close to him, my torso enclosed in his arms.
The kitchen guy, having had a great time, put his briefs back on and left, back to bed presumably, since it was close to three in the morning.
But on another day, Bruno sucked us off in town, in the bathroom of the only cafe, alternating between our cocks, slurping and sucking them until we were both on the edge, but stopping with a grin, distracting us by running his mouth all over our balls. Then he turned me around and pulled my ass cheeks apart, exploring my hole with his fingers, then his mouth, then darted his tongue deep into me. Then he did it to Sergio who kissed me the whole time.
Once his face was wet, Bruno let us fuck him, tag-teaming, each of us slamming him up against the bathroom wall. There was a knock at the door a few times from people who actually wanted to use the facilities, but Bruno yelled in Portuguese that he would just be a minute. It was wild. When we emerged from the bathroom, an annoyed-looking older man glared at us. I grinned at Bruno who had, I realized, a blob of Sergio's cum on his face.
Another day, we snuck into the basement of the local church and fucked in a little chapel. Or at least I watched Sergio fuck Bruno, enjoying the sight of Sergio's hefty cock stretch Bruno's ass as I kept watch on the stairs and stroked my own cock. Sergio came with a low groan, filling Bruno's ass, and then Bruno moved quickly over to me and made me clean his hole, which I did, pumping out my own load onto the floor. The sacrilege of it had turning me on, even though I'm not religious.
That night we went to a movie in the little theatre in the village and I got on my knees in the dark and sucked them both off for ages. They managed to be quiet, somehow. When Sergio filled my mouth with cum, Bruno got down and joined me, slurping up the excess before he stood up and pumped his own load into my mouth. This guy was wild and liked to push the limits.
We actually got caught, in a way, in a bar in the main city on Flores. It was ostensibly a straight bar, but Bruno said it was more or less pansexual. And we got a sense of that when Bruno and I were caught with Bruno's cock in my mouth in a stall in the bathroom and this guy pushed the door open and gasped. But then he started to watch, pulling his cock out, so I decided to take both of them, sucking the new guy's big, middle-aged dick to a surprisingly copious orgasm that ran out of my mouth and onto my legs. Bruno, not to be outdone, pulled me up and fucked me hard while the guy watched.
When we emerged from the washroom, Sergio could tell he missed something and said, “You two looked freshly fucked...what did I miss?”
I laughed and kissed my man, whispering in his ear, “Just some fun. Let's go outside and we'll show you.”
We went outside and around to the back where Bruno got to watch Sergio plough me with his fat cock until he blasted my insides hard. Bruno got down and cleaned my hole with his tongue, moaning and managing to jerk another load out onto the ground.
He was insatiable. Later that night we were lounging on our patio in the dark, feeling exhausted. I said, “Bruno...are you always this...I don't know...eager?”
He chuckled and said, “No. Just lately. My boyfriend broke up with me at a Christmas at a party in Bristol. What a shit. I was so angry, so I channeled that energy into sex, I guess.”
Sergio sat us and said, “I'm glad we were around to enjoy the benefits.”
I knew that Sergio would agree with me when I said, “Well whenever you want to visit us in Manchester, there's a space in our bed with your name on it.”
Sergio nodded and he said, “And we would love to visit you in Bristol.”
Bruno sat up, clearly happy. He said, “That sounds amazing, you two. I would love to get together. You two are really fun and hot and sweet.” He leaned down and kissed us both. In honour of our suggestion, Bruno decided to stay the night, which he hadn't done before. It was really comfortable having him in our bed, and we slept with our arms and legs entangled. I woke up at one point and Bruno was pumping a load out of Sergio's dick into his mouth and I got up and fucked Bruno lazily into the wee hours of the morning. Very nice indeed.
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Two days before we left The Azores, I was sitting on the patio eating a late lunch. Sergio was having a nap, poor thing. He wasn't looking forward to going back to court the following week and Bruno's antics were starting to wear him out.
I was ostensibly reading a book, but really just staring at the water, the endless waves putting me in a trance, when Dave appeared and sat down across from me. I shook myself out of my reverie and noticed that he looked uncomfortable.
“Hi, Dave. How are you?”
He literally gulped and drank from the glass of water that Adriano brought him. He took a long drink then, putting his glass down, looked me right in the eye. “Stan...I have a really strange question...maybe more like a request...”
There was something in his tone that caught my attention. I nodded and said, “All right...”
He winced and said, “You remember me telling you about my friend Terry from school who was killed in Afghanistan?”
“I remember.” I wondered where this was going.
“And that Terry was gay?”
I didn't say anything, since it was obvious I would remember.
He stopped and took another sip of water. Then he said, “Well just before he was sent there, we had a conversation. Well...what he did was ask me...if we could have sex before he left. He knew I was straight but he had always wanted to with me. I guess he was asking a favour, or something, like a request in case he didn't come back. Like climbing a mountain or running a marathon. So having sex with his straight best friend was his version. I think he was also saying – without saying it – that he was in love with me. And I said no.”
It was starting to make sense. I said, “Right. You're straight. Had he had sex before?”
Dave shut his eyes and said, “Not really. I mean he had fooled around with some random boys, but nothing very meaningful.”
I started to understand this much at least. “So he wanted to have sex with someone he cared about.”
“Exactly. When he was killed, I always regretted not doing it for him. Not giving him that experience he always wanted...it still bothers me after all these years.” He stopped, looking even more uncomfortable.
I was still confused. I said, “So you wish you had slept with him. How do I fit in.” But I suddenly started to understsand.
“Stan...the first thing I noticed about you is you look a lot like Terry. A lot. You could be brothers or cousins. It was startling, actually.”
The truth hit me. “You want me to be Terry...?”
He looked away as if he couldn't look me in the eye. But he turned back and said softly, “Yes. Can you? Would you? What was true then could be true now: I may not be able to go through with it. But I want to try. For Terry's sake.”
It was my turn to be uncomfortable. It wasn't that I couldn't. Of course I could. Dave was a really nice-looking man. Attractive. It was the meaning of it. It felt like a lot. And, just as importantly, I would have to ask Sergio, since I assumed Dave wouldn't want him to be part of it.
I reached out and took Dave's hand. He gripped mine. I said, “Dave...this is a big thing to ask. I need to think about it. I need to talk to Sergio about it. Can you give me a few hours?”
Dave nodded, but he looked relieved. Relieved, I guess, because he had asked and the world hadn't ended. Then I thought of something. “What does Susie think?”
Without missing a beat, Dave said, “It was her idea to ask you, actually. I've talked with her about this many times. She understands.”
That made me feel better. I didn't want this – assuming I did it – to be something clandestine.
I got up and said, “Come by our room around three. Is that all right? I'll have made up my mind by then.”
Dave nodded and tried to smile, but I could tell he was feeling a million things.
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“He what?”
Sergio's eyes were wide with surprise. We were sitting on our patio which was shady at that time of day. He reached over and took my hand. I could tell he wasn't upset, just surprised.
I squeezed his hand back and said, “Yeah. He wants to recreate something that never happened with his friend and since I remind him of him, it will exorcise some demons for him I guess.
Sergio nodded and looked thoughtful. “He's a sweet guy. Do you want to?”
That was a good question. It was hard to separate the idea of doing a good deed from whether or not I was into the idea of having sex with him. “I guess? He's an attractive man, but more importantly he's a good man. So I guess I do, but it's complicated.”
The breeze cane up from the ocean and ruffled Sergio's adorable curly hair. He leaned over and kissed me and said, “I think you should do it, Stan. I want you to do it.”
I realized I was relieved and I kissed him back. “Thanks, Sergio. And I kind of wish you could be there, but I know he wouldn't want that.”
He laughed and said, “No, I don't imagine he would. So you'll get to tell me all about it.”
So Sergio arranged with Bruno to go for a drive in Adriano's car and, I assumed, fuck somewhere, which even though was against our rule, kind of turned me on. I was looking forward to hearing about that as much as he wanted to hear about Dave and I. This was an exception, I realized, in terms of us being sexual, and it was kind of exciting and probably more so because it was an exception and would likely not happen again.
Bruno came by and picked Sergio up, and they both kissed me, telling me I was doing a really good thing, then left. At around three there was a knock on the door. I suddenly felt nervous and I wasn't sure why.
I opened the door and Dave was there, looking just as nervous. He was wearing shorts and a linen shirt, his brown hair a little messy. He really was a nice-looking man. Susie was lucky to have him and more because he also was a really decent man.
“Hi, Dave. Come on in.”
He stepped in and I could tell he didn't know what to do with himself. I said, “Come to the patio and sit. Do you want some wine?”
He grinned and said, “I do, thanks. I'm kind of nervous about what you're going to say.”
I poured him a glass and we sat down. “Don't be nervous, Dave. I've decided to do it. And Sergio agrees.”
We clinked glasses and he took a nervous sip. He looked at me and said, “Are you sure?”
I put my glass down and reached for his hand. “I'm sure, Dave. Tell me: what do you imagine would have happened if you had agreed to sleep with Terry? I mean...what do you think he would have wanted?”
I could tell he was afraid to answer but there was something else. I could tell. He finally said, “When we were about eighteen, Terry and I got drunk and stoned and we...well we jerked off together. Nothing else. But I remember that night he had told me he had fantasy of...being fucked by me. That's all I know for sure.”
I put my wine glass down between us and stood up. I said, “Come inside. If we're going to do this, then we should be on the bed, don't you think?”
Dave looked startled, but nodded and got up and we went into the room. He sat on the edge of the bed and I sat beside him. I turned to him and said, “So you two were a little drunk that night. Tell me what happened.”
With a sigh, Dave said, “We were listening to music – I can't remember what – and Terry and I were lying on the bed like we always did. It was hot that summer and we were wearing shorts. I had taken my shirt off...”
I slid back on the bed and leaned against the bed frame. “Take your shirt off and sit beside me. Let's recreate the scene.”
He looked at me a moment, and I could tell he was struggling, but then he shrugged and moved back so he was sitting next to me. He undid the buttons on his shirt and pulled it off. He had a lightly muscled chest and a compact frame. I had never excepted to see him like this: beside me on a bed with most of his clothes off. I could smell him, which started to excite me.
I said, “What next?”
He chuckled nervously and said, “I remember Terry saying that it would be fun if we jerked off. I was stoned enough that it seemed like a good idea. I didn't think he was going to try something even though I knew he was gay, so we both pulled out our cocks and...well you know.”
I grinned and said, “You shared a moment.” I decided to really bring the memory alive for him. I undid my shorts and slid them down and tucked my briefs under my balls. My cock had been hard for a while. I said, “Get out of those shorts and pretend I'm Terry.”
Dave looked at me, startled, but he nodded. He fumbled with his shorts, but managed to pull them down his thighs, then his surprisingly tight boxer briefs. His cock, on the other hand, was soft. I turned and reached into the pocket of my shorts and pulled out my phone. I pulled up that site that everyone goes to and handed him the phone. “Maybe you need some help?”
He took the phone and nodded “I do. I'm not eighteen and I'm not drunk or stoned.” He started scrolling, finally stopping, staring at the screen. I assumed it was something straight. I said, “I don't think I told you that I'm bi, Dave. You can show me.”
He looked at me, surprised. “You are? It hadn't occurred to me.” He showed me the screen. I won't bore you with what he was watching, but it worked. I was already there, and it took Dave a few minutes, but he got into it. His cock began to grow and he was able to stroke it. I think it was also exciting for him because we were both interested in women.
I looked at his hard cock which was about the same size as mine, all surrounded by brown hair that led up in a nice trail to his belly. I wanted to get down and taste him, but I knew I had to restrain myself. I said, “So you're both lying there, stroking, then Trevor says...?”
Dave looked up from the phone, slowly jacking his cock. He said, “Just before he came he told me he was fantasizing about me fucking him.”
I said, “So Terry wanted to be fucked by you. What do you think about that?”
With a sigh, Dave said, “I have no idea. I'm straight. I don't really like the idea of...you know.”
“Of a guy's ass?”
He winced and said, “Something like that.”
I said, “Let's start small. That's the ultimate destination, but you're not even sure if you can do anything with a man, right?”
He didn't say anything, but I knew I was right. I decided to take charge. I imagined that Terry would have had to have taken charge, so it felt right. I leaned over so my face was really close to his. He had big blue eyes that were really beautiful, I realized. I could tell why Terry had been into him. I said, “I'm going to kiss you, Dave. I'll stop if you tell me to, but I would be willing to bet Terry would have wanted to.”
I leaned in and our mouths met. I just held my lips there and then pulled back for a second, checking his response. He just looked at me. So I did it again a little more forcefully, putting my arm around his torso for stability, pulling him a bit closer to me. I opened my mouth and forced him to do the same. I shifted the angle of my head and kissed more deeply. He went with it. He felt tentative, but he began to respond.. Kissing, I knew as someone who had never kissed a guy until Sergio had kissed me, could be more sensual and intimate that anything else.
I leaned back and said, “How was that?”
He swallowed and said, “It was surprising. It was...kind of nice, actually.”
I rubbed his shoulder a little and smiled. “That's good. I liked it as well.” I leaned in again and kissed him with more energy. I took a chance and let my tongue slide into his mouth. I felt his body stiffen for a second, then let go so I slid my hand up to his neck and pulled his face toward me, snaking my tongue right in. At first his mouth felt frozen, then his tongue seemed to wake up and meet mine. I was amazed how good it felt, how amazing his lips were against mine. I started to get excited, my cock twitching. I shifted on the bed so I was on my side, my cock pointing toward him.
Taking another chance that I knew would either end the moment, or begin another one, I got on top of him and ground my hips so our cocks slid against each other, to see what he would do. I leaned back and looked at him. Dave had a lovely, toned, but not muscular body. His chest was furry with nice brown hair, his belly not quite flat, with a little extra around the waist. His cock – still mostly hard - was surrounded by a healthy thatch of dark brown hair, his balls were big and soft-looking. I ran my hand up from his stomach to his chest. I ran the tips of my fingers over his nipples to see what he would do and he looked surprised, but didn't stop me.
At that point, I knew I had to take charge completely. I said, “I'm going to suck your cock. Stop me if you don't like it.”
Since he didn't say anything, I took it as permission. I slid down and stuck my nose in between his cock and his balls, all the brown hair tickling my face. I ran my mouth up the shaft to the surprisingly big head, digging my tongue into the cleft of its smooth surface. He smelled surprisingly like some floral men's product that actually turned me on, even though I was already excited. I ran my tongue all over his cock, then looked up at him and our eyes met. I said, “You are a very sexy guy, Dave. I hope Susie tells you that all the time.”
He actually looked pleased and said, “She does, actually...”
I was glad to hear it. I leaned down again and took hold of his dick, massaging it, then sucking on the end, feeling it grow even more, get hotter. He was getting into it and that sent a wave of lust through my body. When his cock was hard in my fist, a stroked a few times. I said, “You have a nice cock.”
And it was nice. About the same size as mine with a cut head that was bigger and meatier. The shaft was smooth and not all that veiny and delectable. I kissed the side, then pulled the end in my mouth and inhaled the whole thing. Dave gasped and his hips rose from the bed, pushing it further into my mouth. Since I was used to taking Sergio's bigger, thicker, longer cock, this one was easy.
I spent some time letting him fuck my mouth and listened to all the sounds he was making. He didn't touch me, which was fine, but I certainly touched him. I played with his balls, rolling them around, then I ran my hand over his chest and squeezed his nippled between my fingers. Dave gasped and finally he put his hands on my head and fucked my face a few times. I was right there, grinding my own cock into the bed. I knew it was time for the real test. Anyone can get off on being sucked.
I got up and sat on him so his dick was underneath my balls, throbbing. I said, “Well, Dave. How are you? Are you ready for more?”
He looked at me and he grinned, which almost surprised me. “Your mouth feels amazing, Stan. I never thought it could feel so good to be sucked by a guy.”
That felt nice to hear. “I'm glad.” I reached under the pillow behind him and found the lube I had stashed there earlier. He looked at it and I could tell he was worried. “It's fine, Dave. Let me do this. Just enjoy yourself.”
I slid back and poured a bunch of lube on his cock and stroked. He sucked in his breath and squeezed his eyes shut. So far so good. I massaged some of it into my hole, fingering myself a bit. I moved forward and took hold of his dick and sat down on it, feeling the head slip in, feeling his length stretch me, loving the feel of his cock exploring into my ass. Once I was sitting on him, impaled by Dave's prick, I said, “You all right?”
I could tell his cock was a little softer and the look on his face told me he wasn't sure. He seemed confused as if he didn't understand what was happening. I knew from experience that the first time your cock is in someone's ass it can feel very strange. I leaned down and awkwardly kissed him. I said into his mouth, “Your cock feels so good in me, Dave. Really good. I'm going to do the work now. Just go with it. This is the part where you're giving something to Terry. Just imagine this is your gift to him.” He nodded and I could tell he was feeling a lot.
Dave's furry chest looked amazing and I ran my hand through his chest hair as I began to use my thighs to lift and flex his cock into me, pulled up and doing it again, deeper, a little faster. I leaned forward so my arms were on either side of him, looking at him directly in the eyes as I fucked myself on his cock. I could feel him hard again and he just looked at me, his face still.
I said, “Terry would have loved this. He would have been so turned on by you. It would have really solidified your friendship to have fucked him.” I kissed him again, even though it hurt my back. I didn't care. I was channeling this dead twenty-year old who had longed to be fucked by his best friend. I said, “He would have wanted to be filled by your cum, Dave. Fill me with your cum.”
Dave's eyes grew wider and I could tell that the whole situation was maybe too much, but he really want with it. He started to meet the energy of my thighs with his own, feeling him drive his hips up so our bodies met with a little explosion. I took my cock in my hand and stroked, feeling myself getting wet and dripping with pre-cum. Dave's eyes were closed but his mouth was open and he started this low moan that rose in pitch and all of a sudden his gasped a few times, fucking up fast and hard. It was amazing to see and my own body took flight, spurts of my cum arcing up and over his chest, painting the hairy surface with a few ropes of my thick juice.
Dave stopped moving, breathing deeply. He opened his eyes and chuckled, shaking his head. I pulled myself up, feeling his still hard cock slide out of me. I felt his cum start to drool out of my ass.
I lay down beside him took his hand. I wanted to snuggle up to him and kiss, but I think he was at the limit of what he could do, so I held back. I asked, “How are you?”
He turned to me and I could see tears in his eyes. He said, “I'm fine. Thanks, Stan. Thanks so much. I feel closer to Terry in a weird sort of way.” He stopped, his eyes filling, “I still miss him, you know. We don't find friends like that very often in our lives.”
I starting feel a lot. He was right. I thought about Sandor and Carlos, my best friends. It wasn't about sexuality or any of that. It was about trust and honesty. I felt bad for a second that Dave had lost that when Terry died. I said, “I hope you have friends now that are like he was.”
He looked at me for a second, then said, “I think I've found one.”
That was a very nice thing to hear.
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Dave left after a little while. I could tell he had some processing to do. Sergio came back about an hour later. I had had a shower and was sitting on the veranda with a gin and tonic I had ordered, brought by Adriano.
I looked up into my man's face. He smiled at me and sat down. He took my hand and said, “Well?”
Taking a sip of my drink, I said, “It was...interesting. He was able to do it. I think he really felt I was Terry and it resolved some of the past for him. It was also kind of fun, but not that intense. It was more about his past than about he and I fucking. We both had a good time, but not to be repeated.”
Sergio leaned over and kissed me. “You did a really good thing for him. You're such a kind person, Stan. I love you even more.”
That got the waterworks going. I sniffled and Sergio kissed me. Finally I managed to ask, “Did you two have fun?”
With a shrug, Sergio said, “We just went and had lunch. We both wondered if we wanted to head into the garden of the restaurant and fuck, but we didn't feel like it. We had a good talk about life. He's a sweet guy. I hope we stay friends with him.
I realized I was relieved. Because even though I had technically had sex with someone without Sergio, it felt more like I had done a favour for Dave than anything else. I think it might have bothered me if Sergio had had a wild, exciting time with Bruno without me. And it was clear that Sergio felt the same. I leaned in and met Sergio's lips with my own. I felt more close to him than I ever had.
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