My man is the best

Adam and I met one quiet afternoon at a gay bar I frequent.   I don’t like going to a bar when it’s slammed with people.  I need room to move without feeling pressed and jostled constantly.  I have strong slut tendencies, and while you’d think a crowded bar would make for better chances at getting my slut itch scratched, it’s actually completely the other way around.  Busy bathrooms mean no chance of getting cocked up the ass without being caught, or at the very best, a very quick wham-bam sometimes with a load, sometimes not.  While I am a romantic, that’s not what drives my desire for cock up my ass.  What drives that is the prospect of a nice, long, varied, hard fuck, ending finally after a good long time with a load of cum up my ass.  I tell every man I’m with that there are two non-negotiable rules to fuck me.  First, no condoms.  Ever.  Second, no pulling out.  Occasionally, if he’s already given me a load inside and he’s still going strong, I’ll tell him to spray my face when he cums again.  A quiet bar with maybe two dozen men scattered around the property makes for a much better chance of getting what my inner slut wants.

I’m pretty short at 5’6”, chubby and hairy, and not visibly muscular, though strong enough that I’ve surprised men frequently.  I’m bald on top; the hair on the sides of my head has turned from so blond it’s almost white to mostly all white, the blond only showing up in clumps of hair when I get a haircut.  My beard and mustache are very light blond/white with one patch of darker blond under the right side of my mouth.   Adam is 6’1” with a thick curly black-brown fauxhawk that looks masculine and totally hot, and thick black-brown hair covering every part of his body.  He has 3/4 tattoo sleeves on both arms and a phoenix tattoo across his upper chest.  He also has a hand giving the finger tattooed above his thick, untrimmed bush, just the kind of bush I love.  He also wields exquisite control of a thick, uncut 7.5” cock with big, low-hanging balls covered in thick fur.  He wears glasses that would make any other man look like a super-geek, but on him they’re totally fucking hot, making him look like what he is – a brilliant man.

I was at the bar one afternoon, both wanting to loosen up in a glass of booze, and hunting for relief from the horny itch to get pounded.  As is my usual pattern, I came in, scooted onto a barstool, greeted and talked a while with my favorite bartender, and best friend, Billy – who knows what a slut I am, and often helps by pointing out someone he thinks would be my cup of tea.  He also knows I have gotten bred in the bathrooms at the bar on numerous occasions, and when it’s a slow afternoon such as this, he “sees nothing and has no knowledge” of what I get up to in the bathrooms.  Except for the knowing lascivious smile and wink whenever I return to the bar after “a trip to the bathroom.”  He’s acknowledged several times that, not being the slim, smooth, twinky guy many men go after, I get more dick than anyone can imagine.  Part of his assistance in feeding my need comes from his having scratched that itch himself on numerous occasions.  He’s a good friend, and a great fuck.

This particular afternoon, after the usual greeting and small talk, he leaned close, nodded his head over toward the pinball machines, and said, “I think you need to introduce yourself to the guy over there playing pinball.  I looked over, seeing a partial side view of the object of this comment.  The fauxhawk and the thick beard were easily visible, as were the tattooed arms showing from his sleeveless black t-shirt.  As my eyes swept down, I noted the slim black jeans – not painted on, but not baggy, and a butt so round and tight it was obviously muscular enough to deliver a good, hard pounding. Finishing it off were black combat boots.  I gasped slightly and half-muttered, half-whispered, “Holy shit!” to which Billy growled, “Right?”  I drained the remaining half of my drink and said, “I may be back.”  I walked over to the pinball machines, watching him play from a position where he saw me, and said, “You’re keeping that ball moving!  I haven’t seen anyone last this long on this machine.  He looked up at me briefly, taking his eyes off the pinball for only a second, but it was enough to raise his eyebrows once and smile.  Without looking up, he said, “Lots of practice beating guys in college.  Good icebreaker, too,” as he looked over at me for only a second and winked.  Goddamn!  Those exquisite dark gray-blue eyes!  For the next 7 or 8 minutes, we traded short one-sentence comments while he played, me staying still so as not to distract him.  Finally, with the ball flipped all the way up to the top of the board, he took his hands off the machine, stepped back, reached over and grabbed my face and pulled me to his lips as the ball fell down into the hole at the bottom. He kissed aggressively, deeply, a long tongue snaking into my mouth, his hand on the back of my head holding me head firmly but gently.  The kiss went on a full minute at least before he pulled away, took a deep breath, and said, “Fuck you’re cute!  I’m Adam,” grabbing my hand and shaking it firmly.  I inhaled and said, “Fuck!  I’m James, you magnificent stud!”

He took my arm and led me over to the wall at the end of the games, pushed my back up against it, and moved into another deep, sensuous, demanding, totally unhurried kiss.  We made out for minute after minute, him occasionally moving his mouth down from mine to my neck, kissing under my chin and jaw, licking my ear, then coming back to the kiss, his arms alternating between pressing against the wall on each side of me and caressing my face, my cheek, and my bald head.  He began grinding against me and I felt his taught muscles, felt the strength of his hip thrusts against me, and very definitely felt his large, very hard cock pressing against my waist.  He growled, “Shit!” and pulled back from me.  He looked straight into my eyes and said, “I gotta hit the john.” wiggled his eyebrows and gave me a smiling, wicked wink.  He turned and walked away, and I watched him walk over, pull the door to the restroom open and disappear inside.  I walked in a daze past the bar following him, and Billy said, “Goddamn!  Lucky mutherfucker!”  I glared at him and then wiggled my eyebrows, winked, and then smiled broadly, never stopping walking.

I got to the bathroom door, put my hand on the handle, waited two or three seconds, and then pulled the door open. The urinal trough is down a short hallway and around to the left, out of sight of the door.  I walked to the urinal, stepped up, and went to fish my hard cock out to try to pee.  He was standing there, holding his very erect cock, somehow managing to pee while that hard.  He looked down at me, then to my dick, then grabbed my hand and put it on his cock.  I could feel the flow of his piss as I grazed the underside of his cock with my thumb.  He growled a “Mmmmm” as I held his cock.  His stream finally died, and I jacked it a few times to expel the final dribbles of piss.  I was about to grab him to turn him toward me, intending to sink to my knees and gobble that fucker into my mouth, but he beat me to it.  He grabbed me, forcefully turned me to him, kissed me, and then pushed down, indicating he wanted me on my knees in front of him.  I went down quickly, capturing the head of his cock in my mouth before my knees even hit the floor.  I began swirling my tongue around his head, bobbing on the first three inches of his cock, feeling his big, squishy, plum-sized head moving in my mouth.  He moaned, “O FUCK!” I pulled off, licked up the underside of his dick, then up both sides, then pushed his dick against his abdomen and went after his balls.  I licked them, savoring the musk in the thick fur, pulled one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, and then moved to the other one as he panted and groaned.  I tried to get both in my mouth, but they were just too big.  I dropped them from my mouth and licked back up the underside of his dick and engulfed his dick again, this time pushing down four or five inches, held it there moving my tongue back and forth, side to side under his steely hardness.  I pulled back, took a deep breath, and went down, slowing as his head reached the back of my mouth, touching the top of my throat, paused, and then started to push further.  His hands came to the back of my head, grabbing it firmly but gently, and began to push me down.  His head entered the back of my throat and then began to push down my throat.  I grabbed his hips and pushed harder until my nose was smashed against his body, and I just held there.  Finally, when I began seeing stars behind my eyelids, I patted his hips and began to pull off him.  He was looking down at me with wide-eyed shock and said, “Holy shit!  It’s usually only after several minutes of trying and pushing that I slide down a throat!  Fucking amazing!”  I looked up and panted, “I’m very motivated.  I want this fucker in every hole on my body!”  He laughed a deep baritone laugh, reached down under my arms and pulled me up.  He landed on my mouth, simultaneously turning me around.  He broke the kiss, wrapped his arms around me from behind, popped the button on my jeans, and shoved them down.  “No underwear,” he said, “I approve.”  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a bottle of poppers.  He handed me the poppers and said, “You’re going to need these.”

Now, I should tell you, I never, ever go out to the bar without cleaning out first.  When you’re going to the bar to drink, but know you’re also looking to get a cock up your ass, you leave nothing to chance.  I clean out, shower, and wash thoroughly.  He bent me over, sank to his knees, pulled my cheeks apart, and shoved his bearded face between them.  The beard and stache felt so good that I nearly had an out-of-body experience.  I had never felt anything so amazing.  He rubbed, sucked, licked, growled, nipped on the inside of my cheeks, and then speared his tongue deep inside me.  He fucked my ass with his tongue while continuing to grind his face into me.  He pulled away, spit on my hole, and shoved a finger in me.  I cried out “OH!” as he shoved his long, thick index finger in me, partly from the momentary twinge of pain, but mostly from the surprise of feeling a finger shove in me so fast and hard.  He fucked my hole with his finger for about a minute and then pulled his finger out, replaced it with his thumb.  He rocked his thumb in and out of me for several seconds before replacing it with his middle finger.  He stood up, finger remaining buried in me, and moved standing beside me where he could curl his finger up and down inside my hole from above.  He pulled his finger out, leaned over and spat on my hole again, immediately shoving two fingers in me, and continued fucking my hole.  “Fuck!  So warm!” he groaned.  He pulled the fingers out, knelt behind me again, spat on my hole and drove three fingers into me.  Fucking, twisting, screwing, pushing hard and deep, for about thirty seconds before he pulled out and I heard the cap flip open on the lube.  All three fingers returned, slicked up generously with lube, fucking and twisting inside my hole.  He pulled out, leaned over by my ear and said, “You should hit the poppers now.”  I heard the cap on the lube pop open again and then heard the squelching of him lubing and jacking his cock.  I took a deep hit of poppers, then another.  The squelching stopped, and I steeled myself, but he didn’t push forward.  Then I heard the squelching again, wetter this time, and he set the bottle on the shelf above the trough.

I took another deep hit of poppers, and another as His head touched my hole and then with steady pressure pressed forward, opening my hole.  He slid slowly into me, deeper and deeper, steadily going full length until his body was pressed against my ass.  I felt no pain.  I felt exquisite fullness, I felt his heartbeat in his cock, I felt him flex his cock, and then he started to pull back until just the head was inside me.  He held still with his head just inside my ring, flexing every couple of seconds, and then began to slide in again.  Tortuously slowly, deeper and deeper, until his body was again pressed against my ass.  He held it there, buried in me, then began to pull back, again tortuously slowly, until my ring stopped his slide.  He flexed a few more times and then shoved forward, impaling me to the base of his cock.  He then began to fuck.  Long, deep, powerful but not fast. He began to fuck harder, but not faster.  Ramming his length into me repeatedly.  Then he rammed forward and stopped, grabbed my hips, and pulled back on me hard.  I saw stars as his head pushed up into my second hole, where he stopped and held me hard by my hips, keeping the pressure strong to stay buried up in my second hole.  He flexed a few more times, me feeling it deeper than ever.  As he pulled back a tiny bit, I felt his head slip out of my second hole.  He stood there moving slightly in and out, popping his head in and out of my second hole.  I felt my insides begin to relax completely, surrendering to the dick that held me skewered.  He then began long stroking me again, each stroke sliding all the way into the space he’d opened up in me.  I don’t know what he thought – whether he had been opening my second hole for his pleasure or to show me a new intensity of pleasure, but that’s exactly what I was feeling.  

He began pounding me faster and faster, ramming into me with every ounce of force that muscled ass could deliver.  Harder and harder, pressed as deep into me as possible on every slam into me, relentlessly fucking me for longer than anyone had ever powerfucked me.  He started to moan, his rhythm faltering.  A couple hard rams into me, then pulling back and a couple short strokes almost spasm-like, a couple more hard rams, a couple spasming strokes, a few more hard rams, then he pulled back, giving short, jerky strokes and then groaned loudly as he rammed all the way in and held still.  I felt his enormous, steel-hard cock twitching inside me, swelling and contracting, swelling and contracting, going on for a full minute before he pulled back slightly and his head slid out of my second hole.  The realization that he had just bred my second hole tripped me over the edge, and I cried out short barks with each shot that fired from my cock, splattering two feet away on the floor, on the inside of my open pants, and finally dribbling out in large drops that fell down on the edges of my zipper inside my pants.  “Don’t move!” we both said at the same time, and hearing it from each other simultaneously, we both began laughing.  We stayed joined until finally I felt him growing fully hard in me again.  He began rocking back and forth in me again, not as hard this time, more like he was making love.  Long, slow strokes, hearing the increasingly wet squelches of him fucking into my well-loaded hole.  The sound was intoxicating, and I began pushing back hard to meet him.  He began to speed up again, faster and harder, until the rhythm started again that told me he was about to cum inside me again.  He began to swell and get even harder, as if that were possible, and then he abruptly pulled out, turned me around, and began painting my face with shot after shot of thick white cum.  I was both astounded and delighted by his aim, and the amount with which he painted my entire face and forehead.  It was all over me, and I felt like the biggest, luckiest slut in the world.  He shook off the last couple big drops of cum which landed on my forehead and under one of my eyes.  He was panting.  He reached down and aggressively hauled me to my feet, landing on my mouth in a ravaging, deep, tonguey kiss.  We made out like that for a minute before we finally broke the kiss.  I said, I gotta see this, and turned to the mirror over the trough.  My face was glistening, thick drips of cum sliding down and holding onto the bottom of my beard.  “Fucking beautiful,” he said into my ear, his face pressed against the side of my head.  I looked into his eyes in the mirror and noticed smears of his cum in his mustache and beard, around his lips, and on his nose.  I sighed and said, “Ohhh, you too!”

He wrapped his arms around me from behind and just stood there holding me.  He finally said, “I’d walk back out into that bar with you just like this, painted in my cum, but I guess we shouldn’t.”  I looked at him for a moment and said, “We could… I want to… but I guess you’re right.  Actually, if we walked up to the bar and asked Billy for napkins, he’d probably cum in his pants.  But he’d give them to us!”  We both laughed, but proceeded to get paper towels and clean each other’s face off.  Before he got my face completely cleaned off, I said, “It’d be really, reeeeally, embarrassing if you missed a little bit in my beard,” and winked at him.  He cocked his head slightly and looked into my eyes and said, “You’re serious, aren’t you?”  I replied, “Yeah, actually I am.  Oops, I missed a little in your mustache, too.”  He smiled broadly and said, “Leave it.  I wanna see the bartender’s reaction.  And I want another drink.  With you.”

We dressed, tossed the cummy paper towels in the trash, and did have the decency to wash our hands.  We then walked out of the bathroom together.  We walked over to the bar and took a seat.  Billy turned to us, his eyes widening, and said, “Dude!  The fuck?  At least have the decency to clean all the spooge off your face, you little slut!”  Adam looked like he’d been slapped until Billy began snickering, and then we were both laughing.  Adam finally realized Billy was poking fun at us, but that his eyes were dilated with arousal.  He grabbed a napkin and leaned toward Adam and said, “Here, allow me,” and swiped the napkin across his mustache.  He handed me a napkin and said, “You’re on your own.  God, my best friend is such a little slut!”  I howled with laughter.  Billy said, “I’m only surprised that it’s on your face and not up your ass.”  I cocked an eye toward Adam and said, “No one said there wasn’t one up my ass!  This is his second load, and for the record, we did clean most of it off!”  Billy stood there with his mouth hanging open and said, “Fuck ME!”  Adam looked straight at him and said, “Sorry, I would, but I’m tapped out now.”  I howled with laughter, seeing the smirk on Adam’s face and the slightly confused look on Billy’s.  I could see he was wondering if Adam was serious.

We each ordered another drink, a dirty martini for me, a Long Island Tea for Adam.  Billy always makes my martini strong, and “Oops! Damn, I overpoured.  Here’s the extra when you drink that down some.”  Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.  With Adam’s reaction to his, I gather Billy poured generously with the liquors in his as well.  Adam and I sat there talking and getting to know each other for a couple of hours.  Occasionally, Billy stopped and chatted with him too, and we each ordered another drink.  By the time I asked Adam if he had dinner plans, we were both “well lubricated,” if you know what I mean.  There is a good Mexican restaurant just a block down from the bar, so we walked there and had dinner while continuing to talk nonstop.  We discovered we had a lot in common, lots of shared likes and interests, and even talked about sex, our sex lives past and present, and our stories showed that we were both unabashedly sexual, and had no problem with having sex when and where we wanted to.  We each had a couple stories that made the other go, “Hooo, damn, that’s hot!”  After a while, I asked Adam if he would like to come back to my house.  His eyes were dark with lust as he said, “Hell yeah!”

Still being well buzzed from the strong drinks, we took an Uber the mile to my house.  When we got inside, Adam grabbed me, pushed me against the wall, and had his tongue deep in my mouth again.  I was holding his head and caressing his hair, his face, his beard, running my hands anywhere I could.  He felt so good pressed against me, so right.  I broke the kiss, looked up into his eyes, and said, pleadingly, “Please stay with me.”  He leaned in slowly and kissed me deeply, gently, unrushed, not feverish, more lovingly, I’d describe it.  At one point, his mustache stuck in the bit of cum that was now dried in my beard.  We both cracked up when he said “Ow!” as the dried cum pulled at the hair from his mustache.  I said, “Perhaps we ought to clean up.  I have a guest room with a private bath if you want to shower there while I shower in my bathroom.  He looked deep into my eyes and said, “That’d be good.”  I showed him to the bathroom and said, “I didn’t see that your clothes got messed up, but if you want to throw them in the washer, I’m going to throw mine in, and I can wash yours at the same time.  Seeing as how someone made me cum all over the inside of my pants,” grinned at him, and turned to go to my room.  I got out my cleaning kit and, as much as I hated to wash his cum out of me, cleaned out thoroughly.  I showered, washed thoroughly, especially the most important areas, and threw on just a long t-shirt.  I gathered the clothes I’d been wearing, plus a few others waiting to be washed, and walked to the guest room to see if Adam wanted me to wash his too.  He was standing there with a towel wrapped around him, and he handed me the clothes, which I took and put them all in the washer and started it.  He had followed me to the laundry room, and when I started the washer, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and held me, slowly rocking me.  He started kissing my neck and said, “I’ve never met anyone like you.  I want to get to know you more.”  I turned toward him and wrapped my arms around his back and said, “I feel the same way.  Back there at the bar, it’s like you were inside my head, knowing what I like, what I wanted.”  I nuzzled my nose in the crevice of his neck and shoulder, took a deep breath, and said, “God, you smell so good, Adam.”  He hummed and said, “You do too, James.  Fresh, clean, manly.”

I looked up into his eyes, just holding the gaze until he leaned his head down and kissed me slowly.  We kissed for a long time, just holding each other, occasionally breaking the kiss, gazing into each other’s eyes before going back to kissing.  Finally, the need took over, and I took his hand and led him to my bedroom.  I grabbed his towel and ripped it off him.  I began learning then that he had a sarcastic, smart-ass streak in him, when he quickly covered his genitals with his hand, giving me a mortified look, before a wicked, lusty smile spread across his face.  He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and flipped it up over my head and threw it on the floor with his towel.  I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him on top of me on the bed.  We lay there kissing and making out, touching each other everywhere, licking and kissing every place on each other’s body.  He grabbed my hands and pushed them back with his fingers intertwined between mine and leaned down and kissed my neck, under my jaw, below my ear.  He moved to the base of my neck and started kissing, then nipped lightly.  He rose up and looked into my eyes and said, “Is it okay?”  I looked into his eyes and said, “Yes, you’ll be the first.”  He growled and dropped his head back down, kissing, licking under my jaw, making me writhe in a combination of desire and ticklishness.  Then he kissed down my neck to the spot he nipped before and kissed, and then began sucking.  A couple times in the past someone had started to do this, but I never let them, at the time not wanting the visible mark.  Now I completely submitted to it and felt lust like I’d never felt before, tipping my head back, panting, opening myself further to it. I began to moan as his suction increased and the sensations of ecstasy ran through my entire body.  I realized I was about to be marked, and that it was by someone I genuinely wanted to mark me. For more than a minute, he sucked, nipped, and bit my neck, finally pulling off with a loud pop.  He smiled wickedly at me, looked down at my neck, latched on again sucking hard, then looked at my neck and said, “Yeah, that’ll do!”  He released my hands and then sat back on his knees.  He leaned forward and, without warning. engulfed my dick.  I nearly came out of my skin, shouting out, “OHH!! ADAM!”  He sucked me ravenously, gently, roughly, flicking his tongue under the head of my dick, hard suction, then soft, deep, pressing his nose into my pubes.  He pulled off and attacked my balls, which had never been a particularly sensitive place.  I had let men suck, lick, and play with them, but it never particularly did anything for me.  Whatever they’d done, they obviously weren’t doing it right, because the sensations rocketing through my body were making me pant and arch my back in ecstasy.  He left my balls and pushed my legs up and attacked my hole.  Like before, it was tongue, fingers, spit, more tongue and fingers, but this time it went on for over thirty minutes.  A couple times he stopped and panted, “Fuck, you taste so good!  I love this hole!”  As much as I wanted him to penetrate me, I also couldn’t get enough of this.  Finally, he looked at me and said, “Lube?”  I gasped and said, “Nightstand!”  He reached over and opened the drawer and pulled out the large bottle of lube in the drawer, looked at it, smirked, and said, “Now that’s what I’m talking about!”  Before closing the drawer, he spied the brown bottle, grabbed it and handed it to me.

Being on my back this time, I watched as he lubed his fingers and went back to fucking my now very relaxed hole with three fingers, then formed four fingers into a cone and went to work poking, fucking, twisting them around in me.  He pulled his hand away and began slicking up his cock with his lubed fingers, then popped the lid on the bottle and added a large amount directly to the top of his dick and began slicking it all over.  He stopped, stepped back off the bed, and grabbed his towel from the floor.  I quickly opened the bottle of poppers, knowing I’d likely be a little tender, and took two deep hits.  He got back between my legs, wiping his fingers on the towel, then leaned forward, put the tip of his dick in place, and slid deep into me.  Whether just because I was being penetrated, or perhaps I was slightly tender from before, I threw my head back at the slight twinge of pain as he slid his full length inside me, stopping when he felt resistance.  He wiggled his hips back and forth a little, and sank all the way in, into the territory only he’d ever explored. I’d always had romantic notions of what it would be like to be made love to on my back with my lover kissing me nonstop while he fucked me.  It was more than I could ever have imagined.  Never had I felt so completely merged with someone.  His kisses were unstopping, deep, loving, and tender, while he slid in and out of me slowly, deeply, truly making love to me like no one ever had before.  He grabbed my arms, laced his fingers between mine and pushed them up, pinning them down to the bed.  He pushed up slightly so that his body rose off of mine when he pulled back, and settled back onto me when he slid back in. He stared into my eyes, and I into his, lost in the deep passion and affection I saw there.  He leaned down and started kissing me again as he continued making love to everything inside me.  The sensations were building without me realizing it until I suddenly grunted and gasped in a whisper, “I’m cumming!  Oh, Adam, don’t stop, PLEEEASE don’t stop!  Right there!  O God, right there.  PLEEEEEASE!  PLEEEEASE DON’T STOP!!”  I didn’t feel the cum shooting out of my dick.  I felt my ass tighten down on his cock and then begin pulsating open, closed, open, closed.  He barked and then roared, never stopping his slow, gentle, tender rhythm moving into and out of me, but I felt his cock throbbing heavily inside me and knew I had his seed in me again.  He kept moving slowly in and out for another 5 minutes.  I realized at one point that, where I would normally be stinging slightly and wanting a man to pull out of me by now, I was completely comfortable and wanted him never to pull out of me.

He stayed in me for another five minutes, just lying there inside me, not thrusting, just breathing with me, occasionally laying his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes, kissing me tenderly, deeply.  We both grunted in frustration as his dick finally slithered out of me.  I felt a stream of him running out of me as I was unable to close my hole.  I didn’t care.  He had me so relaxed, so open I couldn’t possibly be upset that I was unable to keep it all inside me.  He rolled off of me but didn’t let go of me.  He rolled onto his side and pulled me tight against him, and we just lay there looking at each other, kissing each other delicately, nuzzling each other.  He finally stirred and said, “Be right back.”  He got up and walked into my bathroom.  Shortly, I heard him peeing.  He finished, washed his hands, and came back with a warm washcloth, which he used to gently, lovingly clean me up.  He took the washcloth back to the bathroom, turned off the lamp by the bed, and then lay down again, pulling me into his arms. We lay there breathing quietly and fell asleep.

I don’t know what time it was, but it was still dark when I woke.  I felt him spooned up against my back, his arm draped protectively over me.  I sighed and immediately went back to sleep.  Sometime later, I woke again and felt a large, hard erection poking against me.  Adam was still breathing slowly and steadily, and I was sure he was still asleep.  But that beautiful instrument of manhood poking against me meant there was no way I was going back to sleep.  I wiggled slightly and felt it slip down a little toward my crack.  Trying not to wake him, I wiggled a little more, and it slid further down into my crack.  Almost.  Almost there.  I moved my legs slightly, and it slid right against my hole.  I slowly pushed back on him and felt his dick penetrate me.  Yes, this time there was a little tenderness.  I didn’t care.  It wasn’t pain, it was just the dull, slight throb of feeling my hole open back up to what I wanted inside me.  His arms tightened around me, and he took a deep breath in through his nose and began moving.  Slowly and tenderly, at first, then his arms around me tightened, pulling me against him firmly.  Then he began to speed up and started shoving in harder.  I moaned, “Oh, yes!” and that was all it took.  He began fucking me hard.  Really hard, ramming into me forcefully.  He was getting faster and faster, and suddenly said, “Oh baby, on your hands and knees!”  I started to push up, and he rose with me, staying in me until I was up on my hands and knees.  I pressed my chest to the bed.  He grabbed my hips and began slamming into me, the slapping of his body against my ass sounding like a very fast-paced spanking. He raised up, squatting over me, literally fucking me like a dog humping, stroking into me deep and hard.  He slid back down to his knees, and suddenly a slap landed hard on my ass.  I yelled out, “OH YES!”  He continued pounding into me, then a slap on the other cheek, and I again affirmed that I wanted it, “OH YES, ADAM!”  He didn’t swat me again and again, just occasionally, but every time I let him know I wanted it.  He grabbed my feet and, staying rooted in me, flipped me onto my back.  He leaned back slightly, grabbed an ankle in each hand, and spread me open.  He sat there fast stroking me, constantly rubbing my prostate like I’d never felt before.  In the dim light, I could see that he was focused on my face.  My eyes were rolling up, and I was panting and squealing the way I’d only heard in porn, and assumed was fake.  This was not fake.  This was something he was giving me that no one ever had, and then it hit.  I wailed with a long, high-pitched “Yes!  Oh baby, you’re making me cum again!  Oh God, don’t stop!  PLEEEASE, PLEEEASE DON’T STOP!”  I don’t know where it came from, but another load of cum shot out of my dick, landing across my stomach as he roared, slammed into me, and began emptying his balls into me again. He was frozen in place, his body trembling, his cock pushed deep inside me, holding me down as he filled me with his sperm again.  After being frozen like that for about thirty seconds, his entire body shuddered, causing him to yank out of me.  He fell forward onto me, panting, and growled in my ear, “Goddamn, you insatiable little slut!  You beautiful, insatiable, amazing little slut!!  Your fucking hole is mine, goddammit!”  I sighed and grabbed his face, looked fiercely into his eyes, and said, “And don’t you forget it!  It’s yours anytime you want it!” He lay down on top of me, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him fiercely.

We fell asleep holding each other this way, and the next time I woke up, he had rolled off to the side of me, his arm still draped over my stomach.  Light was just beginning to come in through the curtains.  I remembered that our laundry was still in the washer, so I carefully slid out of bed.  I moved the laundry to the dryer and then went to start coffee.  I got out coffee cups quietly and set them by the coffeemaker.  The coffeemaker coughed and wheezed, and in another minute or two stopped dripping into the pot.  Just as I was about to pour a cup, I felt arms wrap around me, and a very stiff penis tap the top of my crack.  I sighed, “mmmmm” and went up on my tiptoes, capturing the head of his dick with my asscheeks.  He pressed tighter against me and the head began to slide down into my crack.  It got to my hole, and I pushed back, impaling myself on him for the fourth time in less than 18 hours.  He moaned out, “Oh God! Baby!”  He pulled me tightly against him and began fucking hard.  “I’m not going to last long, baby.  You’re just too fucking good!”  I gasped as he slammed into me and said, “Make it count, you fucking virile stud!  I don’t care if it doesn’t take long, just fuck me the way we both need!”  He pushed my torso over the counter and began powerfucking me so hard I was seeing stars.”  Somewhere in the back of my head, a little voice said, “Oh GOD, he just keeps getting better and better!”  The moment I became aware of that thought, he bellowed, rammed in two more times and stopped, holding me so tight against him it almost hurt.  He shuddered again and then started fucking hard and deep again, cried out a strangled cry, shoved in and stopped again, shuddered again, and started fucking hard and deep again.  For another full minute he pounded me bent over the countertop.  Finally, one last bellow and he shoved in and stopped, panting like he’d run a marathon, muttering, “Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God.”  I was unhappy when his dick slipped out, now completely limp.  I heard a splat as a big blob of his cum dripped out of me.  We both cracked up and stood there looking at each other, laughing until we were both panting.  Simultaneously, we reached for each other and wrapped our arms around each other, just rocking.  He finally heaved a heavy sigh and looked down into my eyes.  I looked up at him, his eyes now peaceful, and asked, “Want some coffee?”  He snorted and laughed loud and hard again.  Finally he said, “Yeah, coffee would be good!”  I stood there looking at this beautiful naked man standing in my kitchen fixing his coffee and sighed.  He looked over and said, “Everything okay?”  I smiled and said, “More than okay.  I don’t even have words to describe how I feel right now.”  He put his palm against the side of my face and drew me to him and said quietly, “Me neither.  I just know that something amazing, something important has happened.”

We drank coffee and the dryer buzzed.  I went to the laundry room, pulled the clothes out of the dryer, and he came to help.  I handed him his clothes and said, “This is not saying it’s time for you to leave.”  He kissed me and said, “I know, but unfortunately, I do have to get ready to go to work, and these aren’t my work clothes, so I better get home and change.  Do you have plans today?  Could I maybe see you for lunch?”  “What time,” I asked.  He said, “11:30.”  I frowned and said, “Damn.  I have my checkup with my doctor at 11.  It’ll take at least an hour and a half.”  He looked worried and said, “Everything okay?”  I smiled and said, “Oh yeah, this is just my semi-annual checkup. But this is the one where they’ll draw half my blood for regular tests.”  He looked miserable and said, “Dinner?  Like as in a date?”  I felt the smile spread broadly across my face and I leaned into his chest and said, “I’d love to go on a date with you, Adam.”

Of course, I went to the bar that afternoon after my Dr. appointment.  Billy saw me as I slid onto a stool, stood there a second, looked at my neck, and said, “Okay, Mr. cat-that-ate-the-canary.  Spill.  You’ve got something to say.  I’ve never seen your face look like this,” he said twirling his hand in front of me.  I didn’t give him all the details, just that between the restroom at the bar and my kitchen at 6 a.m., we fucked four times.  “You dirty, rotten, lucky mutherfucker.  FOUR times???  Well, your face is telling me that’s not the end of the story.”  I told him we were going on a date for dinner that evening.  He said, “A date?  As in beginning to get to know each other?  As in exploring a relationship?”  He laughed when I sighed and said, “Yeah, I think so.  There’s something about him.  I mean, the sex is better than anything I’ve ever known, but there’s something more.  There’s a connection I’ve never felt before.  I think he’s a special man, and I want to know.” 

Neither of us could bear not seeing each other every day.  We had been dating for two months, spending the night together at least three times a week.  We had agreed that after our first night, we were obviously going to be having sex, but we wanted to build a relationship that wasn’t just about and because of the sex.  We both discovered that we were perpetually horny, and in each other had found the perfect fulfillment for that need.  We also found that we were talking about our past sexual history, what we liked, what we wanted, what made us horny.  He mentioned our first time at the bar, when Billy had been wiping cum off Adam’s mustache, and I told him that wasn’t the only load there had been.  When Billy said “Fuck ME!” and Adam replied “I would, but I’m tapped out,” he said there was this look on Billy’s face like maybe hoping it could happen.  He asked me if Billy and I had ever played, and I told him that, yes, we had, and that Billy was vers, had a nice dick, and knew how to fuck.  I also told him I hadn’t been with Billy since he and I started dating.  He looked troubled for a minute and said, “Do you miss being with Billy?  I mean, has our dating taken away something you enjoy?”  I very quickly replied, “NO!! Billy and I never had any claims or expectations on each other, and he’s very happy for the two of us.  He said he’s never seen me as happy as I am with you.  I don’t really know what his sex life is like at the moment.”  Adam gave me a mischievous look and said, “Do you think he’d ever want to join us?  I mean, only if you were okay with it.  I’m not asking to… I don’t mean… I mean, I’m not bored.. oh shit…”  and he swiped his hand across his face, hiding his eyes.   I laughed at him and said, “Adam, you’re so cute the rare times you get all tangled up in your tongue.  I know what you mean, and I know you’re not saying you’re getting bored.  I saw that look on Billy’s face, too.  It’s not like Billy and I fucked every week, but our sexual tastes are compatible, and then, when I wasn’t dating someone, we enjoyed playing together.  And yes, if this is what you’re asking, I’d be okay with inviting him to play with us.”  He said, “Okay.  I like Billy.  He’s nice, he’s funny, he’s fun whenever we’re there at the bar.  And truth be told, he has a cute ass.  If we invite him to play, and he says yes, and it all goes okay, I’d be okay with it if you two occasionally played together.  God, this feels awkward.  I mean, I’m not trying to open things for us to play around. It’s just…”  I cut him off and said, “Adam, I know you’re not trying to set it up for us to play around.  Let me ask you…  Is there anyone that you played with before you met me that you’d ever want to play with still?  The openness and the wanting each other to be happy and fulfilled runs both ways.”  Adam looked me in the eye and said, “I had just moved here not long before you and I met.  I haven’t played with anyone but you since I moved here.  Not because I wouldn’t have before you and I met, I just hadn’t met anyone that I was interested in enough to play with him.”  I nodded and said, “Okay, I understand that.  No matter what else, you’re the one I can’t get enough of being with.  I can honestly say that since that fateful, amazing day we met, there hasn’t been anyone I’ve looked at and thought anything sexual about.”  I leaned over and kissed him.  “So you want me to find out when his day off is and see if it would mesh for the three of us to play?  I can tell you, I’ve seen how he looks at you.  He thinks you’re hot as hell.  And of course, he’s right! I’m not saying he’s jealous of me, but he’s seen how you make me look, and I think he wishes he had someone who made him feel that way.”  Adam said, “How about if we stop at the bar tomorrow afternoon and see what he has to say?  I’m off early tomorrow.  If he says no, we apologize and assure him we didn’t intend to make him uncomfortable.”  I agreed that it was a good idea.

The next day Adam met me at my house at 3:00 and we Ubered to the bar, just in case we decided to have a couple drinks…or more.  We walked into the bar about 3:20.  Billy wasn’t behind the bar when we got there, and we slid onto stools.  A minute later, he came around the corner from the restroom and saw us sitting there!  He brightened immediately and said, “Hey guys!!”  He leaned over and gave me a quick smooch, and then Adam said, “Where’s mine?”  Billy looked like a deer in the headlights and started to stammer, so Adam reached over, grabbed him, and gave him a quick smooch.  Billy flushed bright red and looked like he might pass out.  I said, “Billy, how long have you known Adam now?  We’ve been in here lots, and he always sees you give me a kiss.  It’s okay, but I’d like it if you felt he was a close enough friend for that kind of welcome, too.  You know, Adam likes you.  You’re fun, you're friendly, you’re easy to talk to and joke with, you make a damn good drink…”  “And,” Adam continued, “You’re cute.  And you have a cute ass!”  I smacked Adam on the arm as Billy turned crimson.  Adam said, “I’m sorry if that was out of line, Billy.  I really, genuinely do like you.”  Billy was beaming like he’d been told he’d just won $1000.  “Thanks, Adam, that means a lot,” Billy said.  “So what are we drinking?”  I asked for a martini, and Adam asked for a Long Island Tea.  Billy once again said, “Oops, I over-poured again.”  Adam and I clinked our glasses, lifted them in salute to Billy, and Adam winked.  We sat and drank and talked and laughed for a while.  When Adam sucked up the last of his drink, I said, “Slow down.  Let me catch up!”  Billy, obviously feeling more comfortable bantering with Adam said, “There’s plenty to go around,” poured the “extra” of my martini in my glass, and said, “Get busy, slut,” and started making Adam another Long Island Tea.  When he set it down in front of Adam, he started making me another martini.  I drained what was left as he set the new one down.  I said, “So, Billy, what’s your day off?”  He said “Actually, I get the weekend off this week!”  Adam cast me a side glance and a raised eyebrow.  I said, “Okay, well we had an idea.  How would you like to come over to the house and spend the day?”  Billy’s eyes widened and he said, “I’d love to – if I wouldn’t be putting a cramp on your time together.”  Adam said, “We wouldn’t have asked you if that were going to be the case.  Actually, Billy, we both really like you, and I’d really like to get to know you better than just here at the bar.  And we wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do,” he chuckled and then winked.  Billy looked like he’d missed a joke. Adam stood up and said, “I need to hit the john,” and gave me a look.  I said, “Don’t get in any trouble in there.  There are rumors about you and restrooms, you know!”

Billy laughed out loud and then caught himself, slapping his hand over his mouth.  “God, James, I can’t get over how much you’ve changed since you met Adam,” he said.  “Yeah,” I replied, “I didn’t realize how uptight I was.  Well, uptight isn’t the right word.  Maybe socially awkward is more like it.  I’ve just relaxed a lot having someone I can tell anything or say anything to and not worry he’s going to get mad or think I’m a freak or something.”  Billy hesitated and then asked, “What did he mean by not making me do anything I didn’t want to do?”  I settled on my stool and said, “Billy, Adam really has come to like you.  He knows that you and I used to play sometimes, before he and I met, and one day he said something about how he could see why you and I fucked.  You have a cute ass and it looks like the front isn’t doing to bad, either.  So I egged Adam on and said, ‘So you want to fuck me and my best friend, now?’”  Billy looked like he wanted to crawl under the counter.  “Billy,” I said, “what he said was he wouldn’t say no.’  We had a long talk and he told me he was worried that our relationship had taken away the time you and I used to get to play, and wondered if I wished you and I could still play.  I told him that meeting him hadn’t deprived me of that, and that you and I didn’t have any set amount of time we played, and we didn’t have any claims on each other.  I also told him that you’re vers, and of course he knows I’m totally bottom.  I asked him if he would like to invite you to play, and he said he would be open to that.  If you were.  And, honestly, I’m kinda hoping you would be.  I do miss your dick, and I’d love to see you get some of what you give me.”

Just then, Adam returned from the bathroom.  I said, “Did you behave?”  He smiled at me and said, “It was empty, so I had no choice but to behave.  Can’t say it didn’t trigger some memories, though.”  He looked over at Billy and said, “Have we freaked you out?  I really didn’t mean to freak you out.  I really do like you, and yes, I really do think you’re cute.  We’re not heading toward an ‘open relationship’ in the sense of both of us being free to play with whoever.  I’m way too crazy about him for that.”  I looked at Billy and said, “And I feel the same about Adam.  I don’t think I could stand going a day without seeing him.  I do think about how we used to play, and I think that’s part of what makes you my best friend.  I’ve always been able to talk to you about pretty much anything, and I trust you.  I’ve never told you this, but your green eyes look so good combined with your hair and facial hair.  I’ve always thought your goatee was sexy, and…” I hesitated for a second, looking over at Adam, “it felt absolutely amazing when you’d eat my ass.”  Billy turned red again.  Adam said softly and reassuringly, “It’s okay, Billy, James and I talk about everything sex-related.  He knows about the best experiences I’ve had – before I moved here.  James is the only man I’ve been with since I moved here.  I’d only been here a couple weeks when we met.  I know he loves having his ass eaten; I know he loves having his dick sucked; I know he loves being fingered; and well, I know how much he loves being fucked.  He also loves how you fucked him.  James told me that he really regrets that he’s never been able to give you the same pleasure that you’ve given him.  I respect that James knows himself well enough that he’s not embarrassed to admit that he’s a total bottom.  He’s told me that, from what you’ve told him, you like getting fucked as much as you like fucking.  We thought maybe you might like a chance to do both.  You could fuck James, and I’ll fuck you.”

Billy stood there frozen, wide-eyed.  I said, “Billy, I’m sorry if we’ve freaked you out.  I hope we haven’t made you so uncomfortable that I lose my best friend because of it.  Even if you aren’t interested in playing with us, I hope we can still be friends.  I really don’t want to lose that.”  Billy took a deep breath and ran his hand slowly over his hair.  “This is a lot to process,” he said.  “Do I need to answer right now, or can I have some time to think about this?”  Adam immediately answered, “Of course you can have all the time you need to think about it.  We’re really not trying to be pervs. You’re his best friend, and, honestly, I really do think you’re sexy as hell.  You’re the only person I’d think about asking to join us.”  Billy relaxed a little and his eyes puddled slightly.  He said, “I’ll think about this.  Yes, sometimes I miss playing with James, and you are fucking hot.  I just need to think about whether it would be weird sharing my best friend’s man, knowing how happy you make him.  And knowing that the first time you met, you fucked him four times in less than eighteen hours.”  Adam’s eyebrows raised and he side-eyed me, and I lowered my head and raised my shoulders in a shrug and said, “Well, he’s my best friend, and he did kinda run interference for us when we were in the restroom.”  Adam chuckled and said, “It’s okay, baby. I was so happy and blown-away that first time, that if I had a best friend here, I’d have probably told him, too.  Okay, no more talking about this.  Billy, you have all the time you want to think about it, and no judgments if you decide not to take us up on our offer… request?  Proposition?  Shit, stop blabbering, Adam!”  Billy laughed and said, “It’s okay,” and he leaned over and gave Adam a smooch on the lips, and then did the same to me.  We got another drink, and stayed another hour talking and laughing, the tension having dissipated.

When we got out of the Uber at my house, as we walked up to the door, I put my hand on Adam’s arm and said, I want to ask you something.  I unlocked the door, we went inside, and I closed the door.  Adam grabbed me and pulled me to him and kissed me deeply.  When he released me, I was panting slightly.  “Ask away, baby,” he said.  I took his hand and led him to the sofa, and sat down angled toward him, still holding his hand. I grabbed the other hand, and holding both of them, I asked, “How are you feeling about us?  You and me.”  His eyes softened and he leaned his forehead against mine and said, “I can’t get enough of you.  And I don’t just mean the amazing, mind-blowing, earth-moving sex, and how much I absolutely love your face and the sounds you make when I’m fucking you.  I mean everything.  Talking, laughing, meals together, sitting here watching a movie, even going grocery shopping and fighting the fucking crowds at Costco.  Every single thing we do together just makes me so happy.  James, I love you.  I love you so much that sometimes I think I’m going to burst.”  I leaned into him and kissed him, pouring the “I love you” that I hadn’t said to him into the kiss.  When I broke the kiss, I said quietly, “Please move in with me.  I love you so much, Adam.  Every time you don’t stay the night, I’m miserable.  When I wake up alone, I’m miserable.  When I’m fixing coffee and breakfast alone, I’m miserable.  I want to come home to MY man every fucking day for the rest of my life.  I want to feel MY man’s arms around me every night for the rest of my life.  I want to throw my ass at you at random, frequent times every day for the rest of my life.  God, please move in with me, Adam.”  Adam moaned, “O God,” and pulled me into a kiss, holding me tight, cradling the back of my head with his hand.  “James, I’ve wanted to ask you for a week if you might think about me moving in with you.  I’m fucking miserable every moment I’m not with you.  We’ve been dating two months, and that’s enough for me to know I love you and want you forever.”

I grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere.  “I’ll replace it,” I said breathlessly, and leaned forward, sucking one of his nipples into my mouth.  He moaned and said “Fuck the shirt!”  I nibbled and licked and sucked on his nipple, moved and repeated it on the other one, then traced my tongue down the furry center of his chest to his navel, kissed that, and then pulled back and began unbuckling his belt.  My hands were fumbling trying to get his pants open and his zipper down. Once I succeeded, I went down on my knees between his legs and yanked on his pants.  He pushed his ass up to help me pull them down.  I pulled them down past his knees and then stopped, frustrated.  “Goddamn sexy fucking boots!  They’re in the fucking way!”  He laughed and leaned over me, pinning me down with my face in his crotch, and proceeded to unlace them and yank them off it a flash.  He then grabbed his socks and ripped them off and leaned back and said, “Get my pants off me, baby.”  As I started tugging them down, he shoved his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and flipped it down.  His stiff, thick cock sprang out and smacked his abdomen.  I grabbed the underwear and pulled them off and threw them across the room.  He stood up quickly, grabbed me under the arms, pulled me up, and in one motion, he grabbed the bottom of my shirt and yanked it up over my head as I raised my arms.  He wadded my shirt up and threw it on top of his boxers.  He reached under my ass, picked me up, and threw me backward onto the sofa.  He grabbed my sneakers and yanked them off my feet and then jumped and landed on his knees, straddling my legs.  His motions were panicked as he unbuckled my belt and opened the button of my jeans.  “FUCK!” he yelled in frustration as he fumbled trying to grab the tab of my zipper.  He didn’t get the zipper all the way down before he said, “Lift your ass up!”  He grabbed the bottom of my pant legs, and ripped them off of me.  He reached down and grabbed the waistband of my boxers, pushed my legs up and pulled them off of me.  Finally he flopped down on top of me, l landing in a kiss.  He thrust his tongue into my mouth and ravished me.  He stopped suddenly and barked, “Don’t move!” He sprang off the sofa and sprinted to the bedroom.

He came back seconds later with lube, poppers, and a towel.  He pushed the poppers into my hand, and as he flipped the lid of the lube open, he commanded, “NOW!”  I opened the bottle and started a hard, heavy snort, then another, as he lubed his dick, stuck his middle finger in my ass and twisted it around.  He pushed my legs back and put them on his shoulders, leaned forward and shoved his cock in me.  As he leaned forward and started fucking me forcefully, he said, loudly, “I love you, James!  I love you so fucking much!” I wailed, “Oh God, I love you, Adam!”  I wrapped my legs around him.  There was no tender lovemaking.  We fucked hard and fast, me crying out, “Harder, baby! Harder! Deeper!  OH GOD, HARDER!”  He pounded me harder than he ever had, which is really saying something.  He pounded for at most two minutes and then bellowed, “I LOVE YOU GODDAMMIT!” and continued with barking roars as he came hard, shoving all the way in me.  His arms around me were so tight I almost couldn’t breathe, and my arms were holding him as tight as I could.  He was panting hard, holding me under him, and then he started fucking again.  He leaned back, grabbed my ankles and stretched my legs wide open.  He yelled, “I LOVE YOU!” as he continued fucking me mercilessly hard, desperately ramming himself into me in what I would have called a hatefuck if he weren’t repeating, “I love you, I love you, I love you!” in time with his vicious thrusts into me.  I grabbed at his waist and screamed, “Oh God, I’m CUMMING!  I LOVE YOU, ADAM!!”  As my ass slammed tight around his cock, he roared again and started shooting in me, his rhythm faltering as he heaved and groaned while unloading inside me.  He fell down on me kissing me hard, possessively, desperately.  We were both moaning loudly and breathing heavily.  His body finally relaxed as he broke the kiss, his head falling down next to mine and his arms reaching up around my shoulders and holding me hard.  “Oh God, baby, I love you so much!” he moaned.  I tried to yell, but it came out as a desperate whisper, “My man! My Adam!  I love you, Adam!  I love you!  I love you!  I love you! I…”  I was so winded I couldn’t continue.  I just held on and squeezed with my arms and my legs, claiming him and intending never to let go.  We were both panting hard.  He pushed up on his hands, looked into my eyes and whispered through his panting, “I love you, baby.  I never knew it was possible to feel so much love!”  We both had tears running down our cheeks.  I reached up and swiped a tear from his cheek with my thumb, and he did likewise, and then just left his hand there, gazing into my eyes.  He whispered, “I love you.  I love you so much!”  He collapsed on top of me again, our breath calming.  I whispered in his ear, “I love you, Adam!  You’re mine.  Mine forever.”  We relaxed and lay there, his weight on top of me.  As we breathed quietly, and I felt myself drifting toward sleep, I whispered into his ear again, “Don’t you even think about moving.  You’re staying right here on top of me where you belong.”  He chuckled and said, “Wouldn’t think of it even if I could!”

The next day was Friday.  Adam woke up with his dick in my mouth, and we proceeded to tender lovemaking before Adam went to work.  I didn’t cum, but I assured Adam that was okay, that it had actually been unusual, by my history, that I usually did cum when he fucked me.  That, of course, says everything about how attentive, creative, and masterful Adam is when he fucks me.  I think he was convinced it was okay by my kisses and by how I begged for his load.  Later, I decided to go by the bar, have a drink, and see if Billy was weirded out.  Billy’s eyes lit up and a neon smile spread across his face when I walked in.  I said, “Hey, I gotta piss before I sit down.  Be right back.” and I went around the corner to the restroom.  When I came back, a martini was sitting in front of my usual stool.  I sat and said, “You know me so well!  Either that or I’m getting too predictable.”  Billy laughed and said, “You’re just a sucker for my martinis.”  I agreed that was true.  I looked up at him and said, “I asked Adam to move in.  He said yes.  Boy, did he say yes!”  Billy rolled his eyes and coughed, “Slut!”  I cackled and said I couldn’t even argue.  He got quiet for a minute and then said, “So, did yesterday really happen?  Were you really serious? You’re really okay with it?”  I reached over and grabbed Billy’s hand and said, “Yes, yes, and  yes.  Billy I would never, ever yank your chain like that.  Yes, we’re serious.  I’m totally okay with it.  In fact, the more I’ve thought about it, the hotter the thought of it is.  Getting to play with my man, the man I love more than I ever knew was possible AND my very, very best friend?  Hell yeah, I’m okay with it!” Billy gave me a shy smile and said, “Then yes!  I want to play with you two.  When you started talking about it, I thought I was going to pass out.  I have missed playing with you, and I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t thought about how hot and sexy Adam is, and truth be told, maybe I’ve been a little jealous of you getting that sexy fucker to yourself.  But I swear I thought you were kidding, and I was getting ready to be pissed off.  As sexy as Adam is, I never could have imagined getting to play with him and you at the same time!  James, I really have missed fucking your ass, and my ass hasn’t been fucked in over a month.  My hole is hungry!” We both laughed, and then I looked at him seriously and said, “Billy, please tell me you do know I’d never do fucking shit like that to you.  Asking you to play with us and then saying, ‘Just kidding!’ No, you sexy little fucker, we WANT to play with you!”  Billy looked down and said, “I’m sorry.  Yes, I know you’d never do shit like that.”  I pulled him to me and kissed him more than just a smooch.  “I should warn you,” I said, giving him a dark and lascivious look “my man loves to kiss, and oh fuck can he kiss!  Your fucking mind is going to melt!  So, you said you’re off this weekend.  Do you have plans already?”  Billy looked like a kid waiting to open Christmas presents.  “No, I had been thinking I might go to a movie tomorrow, until you started talking about playing.  Once I remembered you asked me when I was off, the more I convinced myself you weren’t kidding, and fuck the movies!  I wanna play!”  I smiled and said, “Well alrighty, then!  Bring your ass over about 10 tomorrow morning, and don’t make any other plans for the rest of the day.  And don’t you dare cum between now and then!”  I leered at him and said, “You’re trying to hide it, but I know you’re hard as a brick right now, and you’re gonna want to go home and jack off.  Don’t do it.  I want your fucking balls full!  And clean out really well!”  Billy fanned himself with his hand and whispered a long “Sshhhiiiiiiit!”

I finished my martini, swapped some tongue and spit with Billy, and left.  I went by the store and picked up another big bottle of lube, a bottle of wine, and a few light things for dinner.  I called Adam when I got home and said, “Guess who’s got a playdate for tomorrow?”  His glee was evident in his voice.  “Really??  He said yes?  How was he?  Was he nervous?”  I recounted the conversation, including that he wasn’t sure we weren’t yanking his chain.  “I told him he can’t cum before tomorrow, and I guess, to be fair, we should follow our own orders.  Fuck that’s gonna be hard.  You know I always want to jump you the minute you come in.”  Adam muttered, “Oh fuck!  Why don’t you just shoot me now!”  I laughed and said, we’ll have a nice, light dinner, and just hang out and have a romantic evening.  And we’ll just keep reminding ourselves what the payday is for not fucking tonight.  Uh… Adam?”  He said, “Yeah, babe?”  “Uh, are you okay with cumming in Billy?  I mean, I don’t want you to feel like you can’t.  I kinda want to give Billy everything.  He and I never used condoms, and he always came in me.  And I know he loves for a man to cum in him.”  Adam laughed an evil-sounding laugh and said, “Oh yeah, I’m gonna cum in that cute little ass of his!  If he’s been feeling a little left out, we’re going to make sure he feels REAL included!”  It was miserable not being able to fuck, but the touching, kissing, looking into each other’s eyes, and talking about the schedule for him moving in were very nice, and I went to sleep happy in the arms of my man.  I told him, while getting drowsy, that in addition to his name, I really liked calling him “my man” when talking to others about us.  It felt like a fulfillment of a years-long desire, no a need, and it felt like the right description based on what he gave me and what he did to me with that amazing dick of his.  He said he liked that, and that he had started referring to me as “his love” when talking to others about us.  We started making out, and things were getting hot when we both stopped and said we needed to get ready and didn’t want to be less than fully ready, horny, and needy when Billy arrived.  Even still, we kept finding opportunities to touch each other.

The doorbell rang at 9:45, and Adam growled into the crook of my neck, “I’ll get that, but come up behind me as I open the door.  You need to see what I have planned, and he wiggled his eyebrows.  His eyes looked hungry, which was a very good sign for our upcoming activities.  Adam opened the door and said, “Heeey! Come in!” and folded him into a warm, tight embrace, running his arms up and down Billy’s back affectionately, rocking him back and forth.  He released the hug, looking a very aroused Billy in the face, and then pulling him into the kind of kiss that I knew well.  Less than ten seconds into the kiss, I heard Billy start moaning, and his hands came up and wrapped around Adam’s shoulders.  Adam held him there for a full minute before finally breaking the kiss.  He turned and pulled me to Billy, and I went straight into a deep, passionate kiss, both of us moaning and breathing heavily.  Finally Adam stepped up and shoved his face in and it became a three-way kiss.  Finally, after another minute, I said, “Fuck, we haven’t even made it ten feet in the door!  This is going to be a fucking awesome day with my two favorite men.  We walked into the living room and Adam gave Billy a playful shove back onto the couch.  He leaned over, looked Billy in the eyes intensely, then grabbed the hem of Billy’s t-shirt and snatched it up over his head, bringing his arms up with the movement.  “Fuck, didn’t know you had all this sexy fur under there, Billy! Nice!”  Adam tossed the t-shirt over the back of the sofa, then went in for another deep, kiss, and this time, I knew he was really giving Billy that long, talented tongue that made me go crazy.  Billy’s voice cracked in his muffled moans, signaling how turned on he was getting.  Adam pulled him up from the couch and started sucking on one of Billy’s nipples, running his fingers through the hair on Billy’s chest.  I decided I was being left out, so I bent down and untied Billy’s shoes, saying, “Lift your foot” after untying each one, and pulling them off and tossing them away in different directions. I stood up, stepped behind Billy, reached around, unbuckled his belt, snatching it out of the beltloops and tossing it away.  Having realized that every piece of clothing we’d removed so far had been tossed in a different direction, I decided we were going to have every piece of everyone’s clothing littered all around the room, not in piles of each one’s clothes.  I yanked Billy’s pants down, exposing his bare ass and hard cock.  He’d come commando, which made me all the hotter.  I went to my knees while Adam was bent forward going back and forth between Billy’s nipples, pinching the one he wasn’t sucking, nipping, tonguing, and biting.  I moved in between them and engulfed Billy’s hard, thick 6.5 inches into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his head, making  Billy moan loudly.  I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, and worked his knob, twisting my head back and forth and jacking him at the same time.  I started bobbing up and down, each bob going further down that dick that had fucked me so many times, then went all the way down, removing my hand as I popped his head in the back of my throat.  Billy cried out, “OH GOD!!  Suck me, James!  Suck that cock, you beautiful slut!”

I felt Adam reach a hand around and start squeezing Billy’s ass.  I grabbed his other hand, right beside me, and moved it around behind Billy on my side.  He understood and began pulling Billy deeper and aggressively into my mouth.  I pulled off Billy’s cock and went after Adam’s.  Adam growled, “Oh yeah, baby, suck me!  I jacked Billy while sucking Adam, jacked Adam while sucking Billy, and kept swapping back and forth between my two favorite cocks.  Finally, I pulled off Adam’s cock, scooted back and stood up.  I laid down on the floor on my back and said, “Billy, get that cock over here and fuck my face!”  Adam stopped working Billy’s nipples, turned him, and nudged him forward.  Billy dropped to his knees and straddled my head, dropping his dick into my open mouth.  I was a little surprised when he leaned forward, bracing on his hands, and started sucking my dick.  I moaned and growled around his cock while he worked into a more aggressive face and throat fuck.  Looking up from under Billy’s balls, I saw Adam crouch down on all fours behind Billy’s ass, and knew he was about to eat Billy’s ass.  He quickly grabbed Billy’s cheeks and rammed his face in between them, licking and poking at Billy’s tight puckered hole.  Billy’s cry of ecstasy was muffled by my dick in his mouth, but the vibrations of the cry ripped through my dick and it was my turn to moan around the cock fucking my face.  Adam’s aggressive ass-eating made Billy’s rhythm falter.  He continued fucking my face, but sometimes it was a couple deep thrusts, sometimes shallow strokes in and out, but his cock never left my mouth.  Adam was going to town, sticking a finger into his mouth as he licked Billy’s hole.  He kept poking his tongue in deep, and from experience and from the sounds Billy was making, I knew he was wiggling it up and down.  Adam pulled his tongue out and immediately slid the tip of a finger in.  He frigged Billy’s hole with just the first digit of his finger, then pulled it out and shoved his tongue back in.  He continued this alternation for a bit before adding a second finger and going to the second knuckle, in and out repeatedly and scissoring them.  Billy kept pulling off my dick, crying out “Oh God!” and sighing and barking.  I was delighted that Adam was going at Billy so aggressively, giving my best friend what he’d given me so many times.  He slid his fingers in all the way, beginning a slow, deep finger-fuck.  A very appreciative Billy started working my dick harder and harder, and I felt the beginning tingle of an upcoming orgasm.  I slipped Billy’s cock out of my mouth just long enough to say, “Don’t make me cum yet!” and then went back to sucking, reaching up and grabbing his hips to pull him down into me deeper and harder.  Adam went back to eating and tongue-fucking Billy for a little bit, before sliding three fingers in, wiggling them, twisting them, pounding in and out of Billy’s hole aggressively.

I saw Adam pull his fingers out and stand up.  He said, “You two keep that fucking hot 69 going.  I’ll be right back. He trotted out of the room and returned with a towel, the big bottle of lube, and the bottle of poppers.  He said, “Billy, hit these hard,” and handed the poppers to him.  Billy pulled his mouth off my dick, which helped the rising sensations in my dick abate a little.  He opened the bottle and took three deep hits, holding his breath after the last one.  He recapped the bottle, and went back down on me, finally exhaling into my balls.  I saw Adam generously slicking up his dick, and then he stuck his slick fingers into Billy and worked them around.  Pulling his fingers out, he stepped up to Billy and placed the head of his dick on Billy’s relaxed pucker and slowly pushed his head in and stopped.  Opening his mouth but not taking it off my dick, he moaned loudly, “OOOH YEAAAAH!  OOOH GOOOOOOD YEAH!!”  Adam said, “You good, Billy?”  Again Billy replied without coming off my dick, “Fuck yeah!” “Alright, then,” Adam said as he began sliding slowly into Billy’s asshole.  He continued pushing in slowly until his hips came to rest against Billy’s ass, and then he wiggled his ass back and forth several times eliciting a deep moan from Billy.  He grabbed Billy’s hips and began slowly pulling out to the head and pushing back in all the way.  He slow-fucked Billy for a couple of minutes, and then pulled out, leaving just his head in.  He then tensed and slammed his dick hard into Billy, whose head came up all the way off my dick and shouted, “Oh God, Adam, FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” and began moaning deliriously as my man pounded him relentlessly.  I knew how it felt when my man got into a long hard-fucking, and I watched, transfixed.  My dick got harder and harder, being underneath Billy watching Adam’s dick slide in and out of Billy’s ass.  Adam slid in and stopped all the way in, and then began to wiggle his hips a little and then push forward again, eliciting a loud, “OH!” from Billy.  I knew Adam had just gone into Billy’s second hole, and I knew what he was feeling.  Like he had done, and still does to me, he began doing short strokes in and out of his second hole, and Billy was making unintelligible sounds of complete delight.  Adam then started long stroking all the way back in as far as he could reach, and Billy’s sounds became barks.  Adam pounded him nonstop for several minutes and then shoved in and froze.  At first I wondered if Adam was breeding him, but then Adam said, “Baby, get Billy’s dick and your hole lubed up, and get on your hands and knees under him!”  Adam held his dick buried inside Billy while I frantically lubed Billy’s very hard cock, and then fingered lube into my hole.  Billy straightened up against Adam’s chest, and Adam wrapped his arms around him and fucked him a few strokes, pinching Billy’s nipples as he did.  I rolled off the sofa and dove onto the couch on my hands and knees, reached back and grabbed Billy’s cock and lined it up against my pucker.  I pushed out and then pushed back on him and felt the pressure, the slight, quick twinge of pain of penetration, and then I pushed back hard on Billy, who was powerless to move back any.  I began fucking myself on Billy’s dick, and seeing that, Adam started fucking Billy again, holding him around the chest and spanking his ass with his body as he fucked hard into him.  Adam’s fucking made Billy’s fucking even more powerful, and I was in complete bliss.  It was almost like they were both fucking me, and it was amazing.

I was breathing heavily, and knew what I needed.  I gasped, “Let me turn over on my back!”  Billy pulled out of me as I heard the rhythmic slapping of Adam continuing to fuck him in the ass.  Billy continued moaning and sighing and saying, “Yes!  Fuck!  Oh fuck!  Fuck me!  Fuck my ass, Adam!”  I flipped over and scooted down as far as I could and curled my ass up so it was right under his cock, presented for him to drive straight down into me.  And he did.  He shoved into me and bottomed out.  He panted, “Adam, let me work my self back and forth on both of you!”  Adam groaned, “Yyyeeaaaaah!”  Billy’s pace increased, and his angle changed as he lowered himself so he could slam into me and then slam himself back on Adam.  “Goddamn, Billy!” Adam growled, “I’ve seen this in porn, but never done it.  This is fucking amazing.  The angle of your ass is grinding on me like a mutherfucker.  God, it feels so good!  Damn, I’m close!  I don’t want to cum yet.”  Billy whimpered as Adam pulled out of him, “No, please don’t take it out!”  Adam leaned over Billy, kissed his neck, then his cheek, and said quietly, “Pull out of James.  I’m gonna fuck both of you!”  Billy pulled back and left me empty, feeling the cool air on my opened hole.  I felt Adam’s dick find my hole and he pushed all the way in.  “Oh fuck, baby!” I moaned.  “Oh God, this feels so good!”  Adam fucked me hard and deep, slamming against me again and again and again, in what I’m sure was an awkward position for him, but it didn’t hinder him one bit.  Suddenly he pulled out of me, reached under Billy, grabbed his dick and lined it up with my ass and growled, “When I push into you, you push into James.”  He wasted no time because two seconds later Billy rammed down into me.  The angle was perfect, and he was sliding across my prostate.  I could feel the ridge of his head as it moved back and forth over it, sending shocks through me on every stroke, in and out!  Adam must have pulled out again because Billy pulled out, and then I felt Adam’s hand brush against my ass before he rammed into me again.  I cried out, and Billy muffled it with a deep, desperate kiss. His body rocked back and forth on top of me as Adam slammed into me, moving Billy back and forth as he did.  Then Adam pulled out of me again and I felt his hand brush me as he positioned Billy at my hole.  He rammed into Billy, sending Billy all the way to the balls in me. For at least ten minutes we continued doing this, me getting fucked by two men, Billy fucking and getting fucked, and Adam being pleasured by two holes.  Finally Billy pulled out and apparently so did Adam. 

Billy straightened up and said, “Get up and bend over the arm of the sofa!”  I scrambled off the sofa as Billy and Adam backed up.  I grabbed the arm of the sofa and bent over.  Billy started to step up, but Adam said, “I need in there next!”  Billy moved aside and Adam came up behind me.  His legs and body didn’t touch me at first.  I felt the head of his dick kiss my now very open hole, and then I felt him step forward, driving into me.  Adam went into hard, very fast slam-fucking, the “THWACK” of his body slapping against my ass.  I heard Adam gasp and say, “Wait, what are you doing back there, Billy?” and then a moan.  “Oh God, Billy!  Fuck yeah, use that tongue!”  I knew Billy had just started licking Adam’s ass, something I’d never even done, assuming that, as a total top, he wouldn’t want that.  Adam started making groaning, grunting, moaning sounds as his rhythm became irregular.  “Oh God.  Oh shit!  Fuck!  OH FUCK!” Adam was slurring in ecstasy.  Adam suddenly said “Uhhh!” loudly and yanked out of me, panting like he’d just been sprinting.  “Too close!  Too close!  Not yet!”  he stood there shuddering and trembling.  “God, James, why didn’t you tell me that’s how that feels?  Shit!”  I looked back and saw a slightly shy, slightly embarrassed, totally turned on look on Billy’s face.  Adam grabbed me and pulled me up, landing in a deep, feverish kiss, and then reached around and grabbed Billy by the back of the head and pulled him in with us into a three way kiss that was all tongues, spit, and panting.  Adam broke the kiss and turned his head to Billy, grabbing the back of his head hard and ravaging his mouth long and passionately.  “Baby,” he said turning his head to me, “You got some new things to do to me!”  I sighed and said, Oh, babe, it’ll be my pleasure!”

I stood up, grabbed Billy’s and Adam’s shoulders and turned them toward each other and dropped to my knees.  I engulfed Adam all the way to the bottom and then pulled off and did the same to Billy.  I kept going back and forth between them, one stroke all the way into my throat and then pull off, move to the other, repeating.  Adam said, “Billy, I want to watch you fuck James for a little while, then, James, I want you to watch me fuck Billy! Then, I’m going to fuck you again while you fuck him, and I’m gonna fuck the cum out of you up my man’s ass, and I’m gonna breed your sweet slutty hole.”  All three of us were panting with lust.  Billy said, “James lay down on the floor on your stomach.”  I practically threw myself on the floor, and Billy was right on top of me before I was even laying flat.  He speared his dick into me fucking as hard as I’d ever felt him fuck.  “Goddamn, James, I’ve missed fucking your ass!” Billy growled, and I whined, “I’ve missed your dick, too, Billy!”  I realized what I’d said and turned my head to look at Adam, with a worried look on my face.  “It’s okay, baby,” Adam said.  Billy started panting, growling, started snarling and then yelled, “Adam, I’m gonna breed him.  Can I?  Please can I breed your man?”  Adam rasped, “Fuuuck!  If you don’t, you’re going to have me to deal with!  Make my man happy!” and with that Billy let out a long, anguished cry and slammed into me, pulled back hard and slammed into me again, then again, and then again and froze, panting, “Oh God, still cumming!  Still cumming!  Can’t stop!  Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!”  He slammed down into me and stopped, buried to his balls in my ass.  I felt his dick still throbbing in me and I clenched down as tight on him as I could and he screamed “OH FUCK!!  YEAH!  TIGHTEN THAT HOLE DOWN ON ME!”  He collapsed on top of me, panting hard.  He just lay there buried in me, giving me little short strokes.  He finally pulled out and rolled off.  Adam said, “Shit, Billy, you came like that and you’re still fucking hard as a steel pipe!  James, get up!  Billy get down there where James was,” and he launched himself out of the chair.  I got up quickly and Billy threw himself down, landing with a thud.  I laughed, “Geez, Billy, don’t kill yourself!”  Adam straddled over his ass, pointed his dick down and rammed into Billy’s ass.  Billy yelled, “OH FUCK!  YEAH!” as Adam started pounding Billy. Hard.  His body hitting Billy’s didn’t make a “Twack” sound, it made a deep, powerful “Whump!” over and over.  Adam wasn’t fucking fast, he was fucking slow, hard and deep.  Billy was wailing, “Ohh, ohhh, fuck yeah, oh God, oh FUCK ME, Adam!”  Adam began growling with each ram into Billy’s asshole, and I thought he was cumming, but he never said it.  He kept growling, and kept pounding, and then finally yanked out of Billy’s hole, panting, “Too close!  FUCK!  So close!”

He got up off of Billy, and his cock was so hard and thick it looked like it hurt!  Billy looked at it and said, “Holy shit!  I can’t believe that fucking monster was up my ass!  Well, actually, yes I can!”  I started giggling and said, “Yeah, you’re still feeling it, aren’t you!”  Billy and Adam both started laughing at the same time and Billy said, “Yeah, I am!”  I noticed that Billy was still hard as a rock and I jumped up out of my chair and said, “Get that fucker up my ass, Billy!” and laid down on the floor again in front of him.  Adam growled, “Get your cock up my man’s ass!” He leaned over, braced on his hands, and his dick found my hole like it was a guided missile.  He shoved deep into me and I sighed feeling the return of my best friend’s cock.  He got a couple good hard strokes in before he gasped and said, “Oh fuck yeah!” and I felt Adam’s weight pin him down on top of me, and Adam’s rams up Billy’s ass ramming Billy up my ass.  Billy started fucking me with a fast rhythm and I assumed he was fucking back and forth between my hole and Adam’s cock.  He did that for a couple minutes and then I felt Adam push him down on top of me and begin pounding Billy, causing Billy to pound me.  Billy started making little rhythmic moans that were getting louder, and then heavy panting, and finally, “Oh God!  I’m gonna cum again!  Oh fuck, Adam, fuck it out of me!  Yeah!  Oh shit!  Oh shit!  OH SHIIIIIIIIIITT!” Adam pounded Billy into me so hard that Billy was being flailed like a ragdoll and I started cumming hard all over the floor under me.  I felt Billy’s dick throbbing over and over, when out of nowhere, Adam bellowed a roar that could have been heard all the way out at the street.  I felt Adam’s slow, deep, powerful slams into Billy go on for a full minute before Adam collapsed on top of both of us, still slowly working his cock in and out of Billy’s very well bred ass.  We lay there on the floor for a long time, me absolutely loving the weight of the two of them on me.  I truly felt like Adam had fucked me through Billy’s body, and that they’d both fucked the cum out of me.

Adam finally pulled out of Billy, then helped Billy up, then pulled me up.  He wrapped both of us in his arms, and the three of us stood there kissing passionately, tenderly, lovingly.  Adam sat down in the middle of the sofa, pulled Billy down next to him, and then pulled me down on his lap with my legs laying across Billy.  We sat there silently for a little bit, looking back and forth between each other.  Adam finally pulled Billy in for a long, deep, tonguey kiss, then pressed his forehead against Billy and said, “Billy, I’m sorry I kept you two apart for so long.  I didn’t realize how close you two were.”  Billy looked at Adam with a questioning look, and said, “Adam, what are you talking about?  I couldn’t be happier that my best friend found the love of his life, and it is very obvious that you are the love of his life.  I’ve been seeing it all over his face ever since the day after you fucked him in the bathroom at the bar!  We never had any claim on each other.”  I pulled Adam to me and kissed him deeply, and said, “Adam, I told you that!  I knew Billy didn’t have any resentment about us.”  Adam sighed and said, “I know, but I think you two have a very special kind of ‘best friendship.’”  He looked back and forth between the two of us and said, “I’m not talking about us becoming an official throuple or anything, but I want you two to feel like you can play together.  As long as the three of us get to play together some, too.”  I felt my throat tightening up and looked over at Billy, whose chin was quivering, and a tear ran down his cheek.  Adam brushed it away with his thumb and said “Talk to me, Billy.”  Billy struggled to make his voice work and finally said, “That’s the most generous thing anyone’s ever done for me.  Yeah, I have loved fucking James ever since I fucked him in the bathroom at the bar the first time he came in…”  Adam turned his head at me and with a fake mean scowl on his face said, “You slut!” I laughed long and loudly, and finally said, “Takes one to know one, slut!”  Adam said “HEY!” in mock indignation, “Tops aren’t sluts!”  I kept laughing and said, “Bullshit! and I love you for it, and Billy, I love you for letting us convince you that we were serious about wanting to include you in our sex life.  I love you.  You know Adam’s the one I’m in love with.  You’ve just seen today how generous, loving, and understanding he is, and what a magnificent beast he is when you get him naked!  There is absolutely no one else I would have shared this with, no one else I’d have shared him with.  If you’re okay with this, with the two of us playing, and the three of us playing, then I’d also be okay with the two of you playing sometimes if you want.  Billy, I heard it in your voice.  Adam did all the right things to you, didn’t he?”  Billy laughed and said, “Like no one ever has.  You know I love getting fucked as much as, maybe even more than I love fucking.  If I can have you two, I’ll be happy any way we play.”  Adam kissed me long and deep, fixed his eyes on mine, looked into my soul and said, “I love you, James.”  Then he looked at Billy and said “I love you, too, Billy.  Differently than the way I love James, but no less sincerely.  You help me keep my man happy, and I’ll help my man keep you happy!”

We fixed lunch and just laid around the rest of the day until Billy went home after the sun went down.  Adam and I were back on the sofa, me nestled in his arms, when I looked up at him and said, “Baby?”  He looked down at me, love beaming from his face, and said “Yeah, babe?”  I wiggled my eyebrows at him and his eyes opened wide and he said, “Really?!”  I nodded, and he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me running to our bedroom.  It was late when we finally passed out in each other’s arms.  After that, Billy fucked me about once a week, usually in the restroom at the bar, always right after the bar opened and there was no one, or almost no one else there.  He came over to the house a couple times a month, and Adam told me that every so often, he went by Billy’s on mornings that I was already at work.  My life was everything I ever wanted – a man I loved who fucked me like a wild man at least once every day, often more than that.  And I do mean every day.  One morning after a good hard wake-up fuck, he said, “Goddamn, baby, you’re absolutely insatiable!  And I am so thankful!  And I love you so much!”