The Back Porch
Lars and Anders have lunch, Gino’s Trattoria, Friday lunchtime
True to his word, Lars’ secretary, Harriet Jensen, called Tuesday afternoon and asked Anders if he would be available to luncheon with Mr. Lindstrom at 12:30 pm this Friday. Anders checked his calendar and, finding the noontime free of appointments, said, “Yes, I can do that.”
“Very good, Mr. Neiland,” Harriet replied sweetly. He’ll meet you at Gino’s Trattoria at 12:30 sharp.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Jensen. I’ll be there.”
Anders couldn’t help himself. Immediately after hanging up the receiver, he could feel that familiar tingling sensation down in his briefs. Luckily, his wife was off doing something or other, he couldn’t remember what, so up to his study he went.
Though Anders knew Lars, he certainly didn’t consider him a friend. Business acquaintances only. Anders met Lars through Seb Pedersen, actually. Both Seb and Lars worked at the First National Bank and Trust, where Seb was the President, and Lars was the Vice President. But now, after the other night at the party at Seb’s place, Anders and Lars knew each other much better. A whole lot better!
What kept running through Anders’ mind was, ‘With all the carrying on at that party, did we do something with each other?’ Anders dick was immediately erect at that thought. He unzipped his pants as he walked over to his desk and sat down. He pulled out his cock and began stroking himself, remembering the sight of all those men walking around the fire and all the things that followed.
Anders himself found that to be one of the most erotic things he has ever participated in. To have so many men, wandering around in the dark, come over to him and reach down and feel around for his cock and stroke it. Several men even bent down and took a taste of the ample juices leaking from his stick. That gesture emboldened him to try it once or twice, usually with smaller men. He was surprised by how intimidated he felt when he saw an enormous cocks on several of the men. He could feel their hands, their mouths on him, while his own hands did their own kind of wandering about. Just as one vivid picture in his head came at him so strongly, his cock erupted in his hand.
“Crap!” Anders cried aloud. He immediately grabbed a bunch of tissues to clean himself. “The last thing I need is Gloria asking me what the stain on my chair is.” Luckily, he could still laugh at that thought. Though it wouldn’t be so funny if it actually happened.
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At 12:30 on the dot, Anders arrived for their luncheon appointment. He was immediately ushered to a quiet table in the far back of the restaurant by the lovely Lilia Gigliotti, the chef’s wife and pastry chef.
Lilia stopped at a table for two toward the back of the restaurant.“Mr. Lindstrom’s table,” Lilia explained. “He’ll join you un momento.” She pulled out one of the two chairs and smiled at Anders.
As Lilia walked back toward the front of the restaurant, Anders noticed a door open along the back wall, and out walked Lars Lindstrom. He smiled and walked right over to Anders. “Ah, Anders. So good of you to come.” Lars held out his hand and gave Anders the official Club handshake, which Anders returned.
Oddly, Lars sat in the chair next to Anders, not the one across from him, which is what Anders expected. ‘Strange,’ Anders thought, but said nothing. They had a delicious lunch of ricotta gnocchi with seared scallops, and a frisée/escarole salad, dotted with grapes and pine nuts. A crisp white Vermentino wine, from Liguria, where Gino’s family was from, made the perfect accompaniment. Delizioso.
“Lilia said this was Mr. Lindstrom’s table,” Anders teased. “Are you really here that often?”
Lars smiled and fessed up. “I’m here almost every day.”
Anders didn’t expect that answer. “Wow! How do you do it?”
“Do what?” Lars asked innocently.
“Eat like this! If I were here every day, my suit pants would be too tight to sit,” Anders replied with a chuckle.
Then he felt it. He looked down, and there was Lars' hand grasping his thigh. That sure surprised him. But after half a bottle of wine in the middle of the day, Anders didn’t think much of it. Instead, he placed his hand on top of Lars’ and squeezed it gently. Lars smiled broadly at that and tightened his grip on Anders’ leg.
Lars laughed at Anders' embarrassment. “You just have to keep up the exercise. And balance what you eat and when.”
“I’m sure you’re right,” Anders demurred. Then, changing the subject, asked, “What have you got on for the rest of the afternoon?”
“Well…” Lars said softly, slowly, “If you’re not doing anything, I have a great way to relax on a Friday afternoon.”
That sure sounded good to Anders. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Why don’t you join me?” Lars said as he stood.
It was clear from his tone that as soon as they left the restaurant, it wouldn’t be exercise that they got up to. With all kinds of crazy thoughts running through his head, Anders’ prick made a clear downward silhouette along his left pants leg. Lars smiled as he stood, revealing that he too was in the same predicament as Anders, and, by his confident smile, he wasn’t hiding a thing from Anders’ gaze.
Lars turned toward the front of the house and waved to Lilia, saying, “Chou, grazie mille, Lilia!”
Lilia waved back to them as Lars turned toward the door through which he came. “Come on, Anders. Follow me.”
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Feeling very confused and a bit disoriented, Anders followed Lars through the mysterious door, which led them out to a path that ran along the riverbank. It was actually quite beautiful, with flowering shrubbery and birch trees planted in deliberate clumps. See how planned the landscape seemed, Anders asked, “Whose land are we on?”
“Tony Tagglioni’s,” Lars announced. He pointed to the buildings they walked by and added, “That’s the Deli and the Wine shop he runs. His home is just beyond.”
“He doesn’t mind people traipsing along his backyard?”
“Not at all,” Lars assured him. “That’s why, in his words, he beautified the neighborhood.”
“Wow! That’s quite a commitment to a lot of work!” exclaimed Anders, clearly astounded.
Lars chuckled. “You don’t think he does all this work, do you?” Anders looked back at him, quite puzzled. “Gosh, no. This is the work of Collins’ Lawn and Garden, specifically young Collins, the wonder gardener.”
Anders smiled. He’s heard of Collins through his wife, Gloria. She kept saying that “all her friends” have him working for them, “why can’t we?” ‘Maybe we should,’ he thought.
By this time, they had come to the railroad tracks. Lars walked over them and into the neighborhood, if you could call it that, beyond. It was a series of rundown, barely standing, shack-like houses. They passed a couple and walked between two more until they reached a similar home. This particular dwelling stood out from the others. It was painted a pretty pale blue color with white trim. The lawn was mowed, and the sidewalks were neat and trimmed. Even the windows looked washed and clean. That might sound odd, but none of the other houses they passed looked anything like this one.
Anders was a bit worried and asked, “Is this where we’re going?”
“Yes, it is,” replied Lars with a grin, “follow me.”
They circled the building following a concrete sidewalk next to the house. The backyard was just as well-kept as the front. There was a screen porch that stretched across the entire rear of the home. It could be a nice spot on this beautiful day. Lars walked right up to the porch screen door, opened it, and stepped inside. He held it wide open so Anders would follow him.
Once they were both inside, Lars knocked on the back door, and almost immediately, a giant of a man answered. He stood well over six feet tall, probably close to six feet four or five even. He was bare-chested, revealing broad shoulders and a muscular physique. He obviously had a very physical job that required quite a bit of hard work. He smiled at them and stepped aside, allowing them to enter.
As they stepped in, Ron waved his hand, motioning them to enter a small room to their right. The room was clean and neat. There was a double bed over by the window, a small dresser to the left of the bed, and a single wicker chair next to the bureau. Ron followed them in and said, in a deep voice, “There are hooks behind the door here. As you prepare yourselves, I’ll step outside and wash my hands.” He closed the door behind him.
“As we prepare ourselves…”
Anders started, “For what?” He was more than a little perturbed that Lars hadn’t explained what they were doing here.
Lars smiled and asked, “Have you ever had a Swedish massage, Anders?”
“Sure, many times,” Anders replied. Then it dawned on him. “You mean… that’s what we’re here for?”
“It certainly is,” Lars replied, as he pulled his shorts out from his trousers and began unbuttoning his shirt. “As he said, there are hooks behind the door to hang your clothes on.” When Anders didn’t move, Lars asked, “You do know that you have to be nude for a good massage, yes? So get your clothes off and get ready for the most relaxing afternoon you’ve ever had in this town.” By this point, Lars was down to his skivvies. He turned to hang his trousers, shirt, undershirt, and now his briefs on the hooks. Anders hadn’t moved yet, as he stood there and stared at Lars’ ass.
When Lars turned toward him, Anders put his head down and quickly kicked off his shoes, undid his pants, tore of his shirt, he wasn’t wearing an undershirt today, and everything ended up in a pile at his feet. Lars stood there laughing at the obviously befuddled Anders, now naked as he was, who was now bent over picking up his clothes, while presenting his perky, white ass to Lars.
Just as Anders got everything hung up and straightened on their individual hooks, Ron re-entered the room. He, too, was as naked as they were. But seeing this exquisite man, standing there in all his glory, and he truly was a glorious sight to behold, Anders, a strikingly handsome, sixty-something-year-old gent, felt like a sunny prune in comparison. He couldn’t believe that glorious luncheon had now turned into a… he needed to know what. All he could think was, ‘What’s going to happen now? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, help me please.
In a very gentle, bass, Ron explained, “Since there are two of you, I’d like to ask how you would like this to go. I can massage you each, one at a time. Or you can lie side by side, head to toe, toe to head, and I can massage you simultaneously, giving you a bit of rest between the rubs. Which would you prefer?”
Anders was all set to say one at a time, but Lars beat him to it. “Let’s do the side-by-side, head-to-toe, toe-to-head version of things. I’ve never done that before. What do you think, Anders?”
“Sure,” was the only word to escape Ander’s mouth.
“Very good,” replied Ron. He took two large bolster pillows from the bed and set them on opposite ends of the floor by the bed. Then he instructed, “Lars, lie your head here on this pillow, on your belly. And Anders, you’re at the opposite end. US that pillow for your comfort.” After each man lay on the floor, following Ron’s instructions, Ron lifted Anders' feet up and placed a smaller bolster under them, then did the same for Lars.
Between the two prone bodies, Ron left enough room for him to squat and do his work. First off, he rubbed Lars' shoulders, back, and arms with oil. Lars sighed as he felt Ron’s hands rub the warm oil all over his upper half. Next, Ron swiveled and did the same to Anders. Then he began.
Anders finally relaxed as Ron’s huge paws swiped over his body with gentle pressure, pushing away all his tension and tightness. Lars got his turn, too. Lars moaned loudly throughout the massage, much to Ander’s annoyance. He tried hard to block out the unwanted noise, but wasn’t too successful. At one point, it seemed Ron was doing something really incredible, based on the growing sounds from Lars.
Now it was Anders’ turn. He felt himself melting into the floor as Ron continued those glorious ministrations on him. Then an odd thing happened. Anders wasn’t sure it was a slip of the hand or… He wasn’t sure. Ah! There it was again. Ron had pressed heavily down on Anders’ spine, not stopping at the bottom of his back. He continued on over his glutes and, with one hand at a time, he swiped down the crack of his ass, getting that crevice quite oily and slick. As his hand descended downward, a stray finger wiped across his anus, making Anders jump a little. And then it came a second time. Immediately, his cock stiffened. Though no one had ever done that particular move on Anders, it wasn’t awful. And the more Ron did it, sliding his hand between the crack, rubbing each side of his groin, gently caressing his scrotum, Anders became rock hard in no time at all. No one had ever touched him like that. Ever.
As Ron’s hands went down his legs, oiling them up and down, Anders felt hands on his shoulders. ‘How can that be?’ If Ron’s doing my legs, then who…?” He raised his head slightly off the pillow and looked straight ahead into a hairy jungle. It was dark, but that was definitely a pair of balls pressed against the rug and… ‘Oh my,’ thought Anders, ‘a cock is rubbing against the side of my face.’
Of course, it was Lars. He had stood up from his prone position and moved over to Anders’ head. He squatted down and placed his knees on either side of Anders' head. In so doing, his crotch pressed right up close to the top of Anders’ head. Lars leaned in and whispered softly to Anders, “Hey, bud, it’s me up here. I wanted to give you a four-handed treat. So Ron will take care of your lower half, and I’m up here to help you relax everywhere else.”
While Lars told Anders what he was up to, Ron spread Anders’ legs further apart and knelt between his thighs. Anders felt the heat of Ron’s body as he did that. Next, he felt strong hands wrapped tightly around his upper thighs. After a gentle squeeze, those hands moved up and down those thighs, massaging and relaxing those muscles. After a few strokes back and forth, those hands swept up a little higher, moving to either side of his genitals, pressing deeply into that spot where his abs met his groin, then a bit higher, they swept across his belly in circles. Those last two moves made Anders prick take notice. Anders tried not to react to the sensual touches everywhere, but he could hold back any longer. As Ron’s hands moved back toward his starting point, they swept gently over his erect penis, making it rise up off Anders’ belly.
“Ah… uh, oh…” Anders mumbled as the fondling hands at both ends began to explore his body, more than he massaged it. ‘Man oh man, this is going to do me in,’ thought Anders. ‘I sure wasn’t expecting this when Lars invited me to lunch.’
As the hands rubbed his groin area and the surrounding muscles, Anders felt another intense heat. Something pressed next to his neck. Then it was gone. The sensation came back a second time, pressing more firmly this time. After a few seconds, it was gone.
‘What the fuck is that sensation?’ Anders just couldn’t figure it out. “Oh, gad,” Anders moaned, as the intense heat now pressed against his cheek. This time it stayed there. He was about to open his eyes to see what it was when suddenly his cock was surrounded by an intense, clammy heat, bringing all his thoughts downward. He raised his head slightly and opened his eyes. There, down in his crotch, sat Ron’s head. It seemed his lips were pressed against his belly. In a flash, Anders realized that it was Ron’s mouth that surrounded his cock, and he was now beginning to slide up and down it. Anders couldn’t breathe. Never had he had a BJ from someone he knew. And all the more shocking was that this was happening in front of a relatively new friend.
Lars leaned down again and said, “How are you feeling, bud? Isn’t he good at that? Doesn’t he make you feel like you’re going to explode?” Lars chuckled as Anders gasped for air again. “Hang on, buddy,” coached Lars, “make it last.”
Anders felt that heat again, up against the side of his face. Since his eyes were now open, he turned his head slightly to see what it could be. Anders gasped again. What he saw up close to his eyes was a bush of pubic hair from which extended Lars’ enormous cock. It was pressing against his face. Anders was in shock. He didn’t know what to do.
See that Anders finally figured out what Lars was up to, Lars whispered into his ear, “Turn your head for me, Lars. Get a closer look at what I’ve got for you.” Lars arched his back, rolling his head back and to the side so he could get a better look. “I know how curious you’ve been. Go ahead. Give it a lick. See how a man’s cock tastes. Go on. Ron’s got you. Go ahead and see how it feels.”
Anders rolled a bit onto his side. Not too much. He didn’t want Ron to do anything different, nor did he want to make it difficult for him to get at him if he moved. So it was just a bit. As he shifted, Lars' cock pressed against his face. He could feel his heat. Smell his sweat and musky crotch. Without thinking any more about it, Anders opened his mouth and swiped his tongue along what he could of Lars’ cock. “That’s it, buddy, lick it some more. See how it tastes for you. Yeah, just like that.”
Anders didn’t know what to concentrate on. He was astonished at the amount of encouragement Lars offered him, making Anders build up his courage. He did what Lars told him to do, but no more than that. Until… yeah, that’s right, Lars wanted Anders to do for him what Ron was doing down at the other end of Anders’ body.
“Let me scoot up a bit,” said Lars. Then he shifted so he was totally behind Anders, who thought, ‘How is that better?’ He sure couldn’t figure it out.
Lars sat tall again. His cock stood straight up against his belly, waiting for more attention. Lars reached down and put each hand behind Anders’ head. Then coached Anders by saying, “Lean your head back. That’s it. Look back as far as you can.” Lars raised himself up a little higher, then bent his cock down and pressed it against Anders’ lips. “Perfect. Now… open your mouth. That’s it. Wide as you can.”
With that, Lars bent his cock down and pushed it right into Anders’ open mouth. Lars pushed it in as far as it would go. Anders lay there not knowing what the heck he was supposed to do now. It didn’t matter, as far as Lars was concerned. Lars started to move his cock in and out of Anders’ mouth, nice and slow.
“Tightened your lips around me,” said Lars. “Yeah. Oh yeah. That’s good. Now suck on it. Let me cock be your popsicle. That’s it. Suck on it. Oh, that’s good, buddy, don’t stop.”
While Lars was carrying on, letting Anders suck his first man-cock, Ron shifted around what he was doing at the other end. First off, he put his hand under Anders’ thighs and started lifting them up. When those thighs were high enough, Ron grabbed his calves and used them to push Anders’ knees back to his chest, making Anders ass present itself to Ron. Ron took full advantage of what was in front of him. He bent down and ran his tongue all around that virgin hole, making Anders give Ron his full attention once again. Though Lars’ cock never left Anders’ mouth.
As Lars took back control of his blow job, shoving his cock in and out of Anders’ mouth, Ron suck, licked, poked, and figured poor Anders anus. He spread that hole a bit wider with his fingers and spit generously into it. He began gently inserting his middle finger. After a while, he added his index finger. Moving them around and spreading them apart, he stretched Anders’ opening as best he could before the third finger squeezed in. Anders could barely breathe now. He felt like he was choking on Lars’ massive cock, while he was being spit-roasted with Ron’s fingers. Little did he know what was going to happen next.
While Ron loosened up Anders’ hole with one hand, he took the other and popped off the lid of a Vaseline jar. He scooped out a generous portion and slathered it all over his nine-incher that had been waiting all day to get inside this virgin ass. Once lubed up, Ron removed his fingers. Anders gave a big sigh of relief, though he noted how empty he felt right now. But that wasn’t for long. He felt a pressure against that whole area down there and wondered, ‘Now what the hell is that?’ Once Ron’s cock pressed its way in and popped past Anders’ never-been-stretched-this-far asshole, Anders knew he was gone to get fucked.
Anders spat out Lars’ cock and hollered, “What the ever-loving fuck are you…”
But he could finish. Ron was all the way in now. He leaned down and pressed his face against Anders’ and said softly, “Relax for me, buddy. I’ll be gentle while you open yourself up for me. Take a deep breath. That’s it. Again. And again. Yeah, that’s it. Do you feel the difference?”
Anders did, but he didn’t know what was different. At least the fire around his asshole calmed down. Now he felt full. ‘Oh my god,’ he thought, ‘I’m full of Ron’s cock. He’s got himself all the way up in me.’ He couldn’t hold back any longer. Anders made the loudest groan as Ron slowly slid out, leaving his generous knob still inside. Then he slowly pushed it all the way back in, making Anders gasp again. After several more times, in and out, Ron asked, “How are you doing? You okay?”
Anders whimpered and nodded.
That gave Lars the cue. He needed to be taken care now, too. He pulled Anders’ head back and shoved his cock back in there. “Suck it while he fucks you,” Lars said gruffly. “You can do, fuck-buy. You gave up your ass, now get your reward. Three days of seed from these balls of mine. It’s all yours, bud. Now suck it out of me!”
Anders did what he was told, surprised at the nasty crap Lars was spewing at him. ‘What’d I do to deserve that?’ He took a deep breath and opened his mouth. All he could think was, ‘Here I am getting fucked at both ends.’
As their pleasure rose, both Ron and Lars ramped up the intensity of their hips, and shoved their cocks in faster and faster until. Yeah, there it was. The first taste of juice in his mouth. Lars shouted, “Here it is, buddy. Three days of seed for you!”
Anders instinctively sucked harder, and that did it for Lars. His three-day load dumped into Anders' now willing mouth. Jet after jet of jizz sprayed his throat. Anders sucked hard and swallowed for all he was worth.
Hearing Lars’ shout, and knowing what that meant, pushed Ron over the edge. He lifted Anders' ankles up high and away from his body as he closed his eyes and buried his cock again and again down that shaft he’d been fucking. In the moment, he remembered this was an old man, but a virgin ass, and that really pushed him over the edge. That was a first for him. He’s fucked a lot of willing asses, but never a virgin. Inside, he wondered what Anders felt. But that thought vanished as his cum shot down Anders’ chute.
Lars pulled his cock out of Anders’ mouth and rubbed the saliva-soaked, cum-coated cock against Anders’ disbelieving mug. He chuckled at the look on Anders’ face as Ron finished up with him.
But when Ron was spent, he did something Lars didn’t expect. He stayed deep inside Anders and lowered his body down on top of Anders, pressing himself chest to chest. As Ron did so, he realized that Anders had a humongous orgasm of his own, as evidenced by the amount of cum Ron now had squishing around underneath him. Ron smiled down at Anders as he lowered himself. He pressed his face right up to Anders and whispered, “I didn’t hurt yo did I?”
Anders couldn’t even respond. He ass-hole still burned, but at the same time, he never felt so light, almost like he was no longer lying on the floor. So that’s what he told Ron.
Ron smiled and said, “Good, I’m glad. I wanted you to enjoy this. I wanted you to feel the incredible thrills another man can give you.” Then, so Lars wouldn’t hear the words said, Ron leaned down even more and gave Anders a gentle kiss on the lips. Then he put his mouth by Anders’ ear and whispered, “And I’d gladly do this again, if you’d ever like that. Okay?” Ron pulled away and saw the smile on Anders’ face, knowing he got the message.
By this point, Lars was standing up again. He grabbed a small towel Ron had left for them and began cleaning up his cock and groin area. Anders could feel Ron’s slide out of him as Ron pulled himself away. ‘Wow,’ he thought, ‘I’ve never felt so empty after sex. Not like this.’
Lars tossed a towel down onto Anders’ sopping cum-soaked chest. “Here you go, bud. Clean yourself up with that, eh.”
When Anders grabbed the towel and sat all the way up again, he noticed Ron was gone. It was only he and Lars now. ‘That’s odd. I wonder where he went?’
“If you want…” Lars’ words woke Anders out of his fog. He looked over and tried to tune into what Lars was saying. “…go for a swim in the river. Clean up a bit, you know?”
“Sounds good,” mumbled Anders, and he walked over and pulled on his clothes again. ‘Man, it feels weird to get dressed after all that,’ he thought.
“Shall we?” Lars asked.
Anders wanted to ask Lars about Ron and why he wasn’t there anymore, but figured, ‘If he’s not saying, it’s probably best not to ask.’ “Sure,” Anders said to Lars, “Let’s get out of here.”
They strolled up along the river, past the old mill, until they got up to the old power wheel and dam. It was there that a wonderful ‘pond’ formed by them. Lars was ready to jump in, cool off, and clean up. Anders followed Lars’ lead, but his head was back at Ron’s place as he wondered, ‘How did Lars set that up? Did he set it up? Who is this Ron? I’ve never seen him before. He told me he’d do it all again with me, but how do I do that? Where can I get hold of him?’
It will be a while before Anders figures that out. ‘So I might as well relax and enjoy a swim.’
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