Rodney

Martin

Of course Rodney couldn’t resist the urge to train Martin and his boys, actually admitting that he underestimated the potential there, apparently assuming that he was only going to acquire one new bottom in Tim.

As luck would have it, however, Rodney’s seeming mission to spread male sex as widely as possible really had a run here, as training Martin on how to use his two sons fairly quickly turned to getting Martin’s brother Barry in on the whole deal, and moving from getting Tim to be a back-up bottom for me to making sure Martin used him and Jared enough that Rodney was able to capitalize on a new opportunity he sniffed out:  turning Martin into my back-up bottom, as well as turning Barry into disciple number 3.

All of this had an added benefit to Rodney and me:  Rodney’s time was stretched increasingly thin these days, even with Tony’s direction and Gary’s and Rick’s performances, especially with the time Rodney and I got to spend with just the two of us, as well as the various nights out with Ted’s and his friend’s workers and the college gang.

Who, except maybe Rodney, would have had the intuition to know that what our lives actually needed was a coordinating bottom?

Initially hopeful that Martin’s son Tim could push me even further, Rodney soon understood that the freakier one was Martin, and that making sure that Martin used his boys even more than usual ended up getting Martin even hornier.  That presented an interesting opportunity, since Martin’s being basically a closeted gay for so long allowed both Rodney and Tony to see that Martin would be a even better bottom pusher for me:  the age was one interesting new element, since Martin was closer to Tony’s age than anyone so far (other than Tony’s brother Mel), and his having been hidden for so long seemed to show that there was an immense desire to make up for lost time.  Plus at just over 8” Martin’s dick was the best of the three (even if Barry did beat him by almost getting to Rodney’s favorite 9).

Martin was also essentially a self-employed accountant, so his working flexibility was yet another plus, as were his professional skills, even if I was shocked the first time I saw how fascinated Martin was at both being a bottom as well as making sure that I stayed beneath him.

That emerged one evening when Martin stopped by, basically reviewing his days’ escapades with his boys as Rodney and I were winding down from a cum-filled day.

Martin quickly turned his talk of his day into curiosity with ours, with him sitting between Rodney and me on the couch, and Martin increasingly feeling up Rodney’s leg.

Rodney looked at me and smiled, and almost before I knew what was happening, Martin had Rodney’s cock out, hard and leaned over to suck it.  Rodney kept smiling, looked at me, looked at Martin, and started his offense:  “You really probably better get permission from Jeff, Martin.”

Martin fell into line surprisingly easily, getting me to join him as we both worked on Rodney’s always quick to harden dick. 

“You know you really should figure out how to help Jeff serve me better, Martin.  Especially since you’re such a bitch yourself.”  Rodney laughed.  “Don’t be offended.  I won’t tell your boys.”

Martin’s pride disappeared almost instantly, as he challenged me rather than being grateful he could participate.  I really had no choice but to prove that I could service Rodney better, with Rodney simply lying back and enjoying the competition:  “Looks like you may need to up your game, Jeff.”

And Rodney came. 

Damn.  I wasn’t about to let Martin take it all, and he was at least smart enough to know that I was sharing.  Now we were two bottoms servicing one of the hottest dicks ever, with both of us determined to swallow as much as possible.

Rodney laughed as he shot more.  “We need you around more, Martin.”  And Rodney made sure both Martin and I were getting some of his cum. 

I saw it on Martin’s face and couldn’t restrain myself as I kissed him to lick the cum off his lips.  Fuck.  Rodney was going to train me to be a bottom like he was a top:  always horny, but also happy to share.

Damn.  I knew I had been spoiled, but there was no way I was going to let Martin replace me.  Lucky for me Rodney had a plan, as he encouraged Martin to top me.  And there I ended up on the bottom of a bottom, with Rodney encouraging Martin every step of the way.  “You know I’m gonna get your brother here too, right?”

And Martin shot in me.

I was happy and worried at the same time, even as Rodney then launched into a discussion about how we needed to get Martin involved, both for his accounting skills as well as to push me.  “We both know you should be able to totally deepthroat me already, right?”

Fuck.  I knew I had to.  And I did.

All the way to the base.  Feeling Rodney’s rehardened dick go way past where I was sure I would have gagged before, as Rodney commanded Martin to hold my head down.

I was horny.  I was jealous.  I was worried.  Rodney seemed to be using me in ways I had never seen before.  And Martin just encouraged him.  Even made out with him.

I gasped.  I swallowed.  Rodney came.  Martin came.  They both made me swallow.  Then Martin kissed me.  Cleaned up the cum around my face.  Made sure I cleaned him up.

Martin laughed, right along with Rodney.

Damn.  I had been spoiled.  Rodney let me stew.  I may have never worried so much in my whole life.

The three of us finished up.  Rodney kind of tried to make sure I was ok.  But he also wanted to make sure my throat hurt, and that I knew I had worked harder than usual.  “It’s a good thing, man.  Trust me.”

Tony and Rodney had a sidebar which must have been about Martin that evening, before we headed into our usual end of day, with Gary and Rick.

I worked harder than ever.  It was a comfortable life, that I would never have dreamed I could fall into.

But I had gotten lazy.

I cried that night once everyone left and Rodney went back into me. 

“It’s ok, baby.”

He kissed my wet eyes.

“You can do this.”

I held him close.