Going With The Winds

CASS

Interesting dynamics, I thought, as this big muscular Mike Scott kept trying to alpha me, or at least that’s what it felt like, while dancing with him. A big, jovial, and obviously horny man, I’d been aware of his regard since he and Alex had picked me up from the airport, and at first it had been fun and flattering, to a point. But though Alex had teased me about sharing his man over the light lunch we’d had on the way here, he’d also admitted to having pretty possessive feelings about Mike, and I wasn’t going to tread on that, no way.

No sooner had the very handsome Dan finished showing me my room and the house, serving me a glass of water I barely got two gups of, than Mike was hauling me out onto the dance floor.

There was Alex, bopping in the corner, having just put on some music and here was Mike grabbing me instead of Alex, who clearly wanted to dance in the first place.

Alex merely smiled and laughed, watching us, until Dan, bless his heart, rescued Alex, pulling him out to dance with him. The two of them were effortless and clearly well practiced, dancing together, but Alex couldn’t fool me. He kept glancing over at my dance partner whenever Mike had his back to him.

And then two more moved onto the floor, that gorgeous brown haired slender incredibly fit looking hunk, Keen, with a man I hadn’t met yet, but who had to be, from Alex’s emailed descriptions of him, Jake Saunders.

Mike pulled me in at that moment, before I could get much of an impression, “Eyes on me, beautiful.” He rumbled, pulling me in so that my crotch rode his muscular thigh.

I leaned in and said in his ear, “You’re with my cousin, Alex, whom I consider one of my closest and oldest friends. Pay him some attention or I will bite your ear off.”

Mike froze for a moment, looking at me in surprise before blinking. That blink told me I’d woken him up like a dash of ice water on a throbbing prick. He recovered fast and laughed softly. “Wow, you’re a real firecracker.”

“You have no idea,” I laughed back. Then I swiveled away from him and went straight over to Dan and Alex. “Dan, mind if I dance with my old college roomy?”

“Not at all!” Dan said, and whirling away he neatly switched partners with me, and Mike, to his credit, pulled Dan in and took him on without a word or sign of being disturbed, but judging from the flush on the big, older blonds, face, he was pissed.

Well, that was ok. People always took in my pale blond looks and mild manners, and figured I was a push over. Some of them wound up hating my guts. Maybe Mike would, I didn’t know. I wasn’t too worried about it. I was new here, and it was best to lay down my rules early on. No one fucks over my friends, and Alex, air headed and silly as he could be, was my friend. I knew Alex inside, and he was far more sensitive and vulnerable than he let on. You only had to look at one of his paintings to see how well he read people.

The next song on the play list was a slow ballad, so I pulled my cousin in and hugged him as we moved more slowly.

“Hello, cous.”

“Hello, cous.” He echoed and we both laughed.

“You have the most beautiful place here. I can see your decorative touch is still with you.”

“Well of course.” He said. I have to do SOME-thing well!”

“Oh piffle, you know you are incredible. Your visual talents are amazing.”

“Well Dan is no slouch,” Alex said, “This place is mostly his, and his ideas. I just add the touches. Mike and I are really just frequent guests. He gave us a suite for us to use whenever its most convenient for us. So I just added a cushion accent here or a painting there… Just touches.”

“And very nice touches they are.”

“Speaking of touches, you really do look fantastic, Cass. You always were cute as hell, but now… its hard to look away.”

“Speak of yourself, baby.” I teased him. I leaned in so our bodies rubbed in all the right places. We were not so old college roomy / lovers, so I knew he wouldn’t over think the move. “I’d ask you how things are with Mike, but not here.” I said in his ear.

“Mike is amazing. I told you that.”

“you told me how big his cock is.”

“Shhhh.” Alex giggled. I pulled him closer, enjoying his familiar scent, the slight hint of cologne I couldn’t quite decipher. He smelled so good, so much my cousin and friend, and at that moment, I just wanted to pick him up and go cuddle with him somewhere private.

“Judging from the various bulges in the room, he’s not the only one with a big cock,” I teased.

“Speak for yourself, indeed.” Alex laughed.

“Yeah ok, I know. But who is the size queen here?”

I glanced over at that gorgeous Keen guy dancing with the one I hadn’t really met yet, Jake. Jake wore jeans that were almost baggy, but I still thought there was something big behind that denim, “Or are there an exception in this room full of huge cocks? Jake, maybe?”

“Oh fuck no, he is bigger than you, even, almost as big as Mike.”

“So, do you have all our sizes down, my little cock queen?” I teased.

“Oh yes, starting with the smallest, I am just a bit over 8 inches, hard, Dan is a tiny bit longer, but I am thicker. Keen I have only glimpsed at the gym shower where he teaches martial arts under Jake, but I haven’t seen him hard. He’s really big though, and your 9 plus. Jake is 10 plus, and Mike is almost a foot long.” Alex said in a matter-of-fact way, as if counting off on his fingers.

“You’ve seen them all hard, hunh?” I teased.

“All but Keen.”

“Slut.”

“So true, but I am trying to be good and focus on just one man from here on in.”

“The one man who happens to have the biggest dick in the room.”

“Wellll” we both drawled out, “Yeah” and we both laughed.

Heads turned, obviously curious about what the joke might be, but just then the song changed to something faster, and I told Alex, “Time to go snare you man.”

“You think I should?” Alex laughed.

I answered firmly. “That is a man that requires careful handling, baby. You better stay on top of it.”

Alex winked. “Oh. I intend to.” And just like that he was gone, skipping over to to grab Mike around the waist from behind.

The big man laughed, and turned around from Dan to sweep Alex up in his arms and I felt my heart ease a bit for my friend.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jake whirl Keen around and present him to Dan, before making an exit into the kitchen, clearly to check the Turky. The way Dan and Keen melted into each other, as Jake walked away, startled me a bit. Wasn’t Dan supposed to be married to Jake? That body press and the kiss that followed it looked pretty unrestrained. Maybe they had an open marriage. Hunh.

I wasn’t about to make a judgement. I’d known gay couples whose marriages lasted for decades that were fully open. I’d also known some that were closed. I wasn’t experienced enough to know where I stood on all that. But judging from the open-mouthed tongue wrestling going down between Jake’s husband Dan and the stunningly hot Keen, I couldn’t help but wonder. I noticed no one else seemed surprised, but then Mike and Alex were intent on each other, now as well. That was good to see, with Mike focused on grinding with my clearly very happy cousin, Alex.

After a moment, I followed Jake, thinking I might as well introduce myself. Walking around through the dining room I noticed the table was set out to half length, seating just six. Clearly no more guests were coming to this dinner.

I found Jake in the kitchen basting a huge Turkey. His back was too me, hidden in that loose blue grey and white flannel shirt, but I could see the movement of the broad shoulders and a tapered back. And those loose denim jeans could not hide the mounds of a muscular jutting ass.

“Wow, smells great.” I said.

Jake turned around, striking me to stillness with pale grey blue eyes embedded in lush black lash almond shaped frames. What an interesting mix of visual flavors. Something about him suggested a mix of Mediterranean, maybe Italian or Spanish, and maybe American Indian as well, though those eyes suggested a dash of Northern European in the mix. The effect was so striking, it took a moment for the masculine rugged beauty of the man to reach its full impact.

When you added those Tom Selleck dimples, the Jason Mamoa eyes, that chiseled square jaw, the noble neck, tapering out to broad shoulders and the hint of a deep chest disappearing down into that shirt, with the dark curling chest hair, and you were left not knowing where to rest your gaze.

I confess, I gawked. Me, known by my friends as the ice prince. I gawked, my jaw dropping to the floor.

But then, with excruciating embarrassment, I saw the unmistakably dry look enter those eyes, and the bemused crook to those sensual lips, and I wanted to sink through the floor.

“Hey, good to meet you. You must be Cass Alexander, Alex’s cousin? I am Jake Saunders. I’d unh shake your hand but …” He paused and clapped oven mitts together with an easy smile that I barely noticed, mortified as I was by my own reactions.

Then he turned his back to me and taking the Turkey up, placed it back in the oven.

“Should be ready in another fifteen minutes. It’s almost done.” He said, turning around again.

“Did Dan show you to your room? You get something to drink? Can I get you anything?” He asked, stringing the three questions together without a pause.

I just noticed that his voice was a sexy furry deep bass baritone, the sort of voice you wanted to listen too with your ear pressed to their chest.

“Unhh, sure. I mean, yes. I, I mean Dan did. Oh, and I had some water, I’m good.” I said, unable to keep from stammering. What the FUCK was wrong with me?

“Well, if you're sure. Good to meet you. Why don’t we head out to the living room again. I could use a beer. We have beer, wine, hard stuff, or just sparkling flavored water if you’d like some of that.” He said, already walking out of the kitchen.

I found myself following. “Flavored water sounds good.”

“Mango, Lime, Apple?

“Apple.” I said.

“Coming right up.” Jake said as we reached the living room.

As we reached the living room bar, I looked out and saw that Mike had removed his shirt, and his rippling muscles were a sight to behold as he ground himself on Alex, kissing my happy cousin voraciously from behind. Alex looked dazed and in sexual bliss, his tight faded jeans projecting in front with his erection across the crotch to the hip and up against his belt line, all of which Mike freely groped.

The four of them were dancing to George Michael’s careless whisper, which, considering the way Dan and Keen were making out, with Jake calmly pouring my drink and selecting his beer, I thought ironic. Then again, that was no mere whisper over there. That was full on sexy hunching to the beat with tongues working hotly.

I found myself looking at Jake, who leaned on the bar from behind it, watching his husband make out with Keen on the dance floor.

Jake seemed to feel my regard and turned to meet my gaze. He just gave me this half smile and shrugged, as if he knew what I was thinking, but was letting me know not to worry about it.

Ok, I wouldn’t, obviously an open marriage. I wasn’t going to judge them. If it worked for them, fine. I wasn’t sure it could work for me. But I was young, right? I had plenty of time to figure that out.

Mentally shrugging, I figured, “to each his own,” and made myself let it go.

Jake, perhaps put off by my gawking earlier, didn’t invite me to dance, so I didn’t have the chance to say “no.” Instead we stood there, me in front of the bar, drinking my flavored water, and him his beer, watching the two couples on the dance floor make themselves hotter and hotter.

“In spite of myself, watching them was doing things to my cock, which always had a mind of its own. As I didn’t want Jake to see that, I excused myself to go use the bathroom, thinking I could just stay out of sight until dinner was called.

Once in the bathroom, I briefly debated just pulling it out and wanking off, but the thought of the others coming in, as I was sharing this bath with Alex and Mike, disabused me of that temptation. So, instead I pulled it out and stuck it under the faucet running cold water over it until the throbbing monster, resisting me all the way, went down.

I heard a bell, doubtless the dinner bell, so I tucked in, zipped up, just as Mike and Alex, both of them shirtless and clearly boiling with lust, barged in. Alex’s skintight jeans were unbuttoned, and half unzipped with his cock peeking out the top. He looked flushed.

“Hey, Firecracker.” Mike said, his basso voice booming in the bathroom, as he sent me, with a wink.

“Hey” I returned, heading out of the bathroom.

“Firecracker?” I heard Alex ask behind me as I closed the door. I decided to leave that to Mike to explain, hah!

On my way back to the dining room, I couldn’t help wondering if I really wanted to stay here for a night or two, much less multiple weeks or months. Hot as these guys were, and as happy as I was to see Alex again, I was beginning to think I wasn’t ready for this.