The Exploration Of Nate

CHAPTER III

NATE HAS ENTERED THE CHAT

At home Nate stripped and ran a bath. In desperate need to soak his body. He lay in silence for an hour before jumping out. 
Getting out, he was so relaxed he dried and flopped onto his bed.

He must have slept for hours. It was now starting to darken outside. ‘Shit.’ He thought. ‘I must have been wiped out.’

Glad to be free of clothing, he rarely wore much in the flat, he turned onto his back. He grabbed his phone, packed with alerts. He grinned as he saw ‘David Husband Cock added you to a group. He went into to the app to check it out. Friends and family stuff he ignored. 

1 from Chris. 1 from David. 1 from a number not saved and 15 or so from the group, “Local Business Meeting.” Nate laughed. Intrigued, he went to the message from the number.

NUMBER: Afternoon tripod. I was gagging for David to add you so I could get your number. Can’t get this morning out of my head. Skipped lunch and dinner as you’d expect. Week of stress ahead but we’re set to all meet up next weekend. Hope you’re free. 

Nate knew exactly who that was. Saved. GRAY - PSYCHOPATH. He started running his cock through his hand. 

Next, David.

DAVID HUSBAND COCK:  Hello Nate, how’d the run go? I need to speak to you about an event next weekend as soon as I can so let me know when is best. Chris mentioned you knew each other. That’s great to have a familiar face and whatever else you’ve sampled. 

He was fattening up again. This sounded slightly terrifying but exciting at the same time.

He ignored Chris’ message for a moment and breathed out before going into the group chat. 10 other participants, he recognised three numbers, he’d obviously saved David earlier, Graham - as Gray Psychopath, obviously and then. CHRIS? 

He jumped out of the group. These were the ‘men’ Chris was talking about last night. Nate became really excited in more ways than one. 

CHRIS: Well you don’t waste your fucking time! My secret is out. Me and the guys go back a few years. FaceTime when you can, fill me in. Serious though, if you’re up for next weekend that’ll be cool. I can tell you about everyone. You’ve met Gray - he’s fucking wild. Worships me. David, be careful. I have told him we already know each other so no worries if you mention it.

Well shit. Explains a few things but not surprising. The idea of Gray slobbering all over Chris’ 11” made him fully harden. ‘David be careful?’ Seemed decent to him he thought. Chris knows them better than him though, let’s hear what he says. He reasoned with himself. 

He went back to the group and read through the a few messages. 

LOCAL BUSINESS MEETING - CHAT

DAVID HUSBAND COCK: Hello gents, added Nate. Great addition to the group. A little competition for Gray I don’t doubt. Met this morning. Huge appetite for men like us and I put him through his paces. Beautiful man, a little younger than us at 25. Nate, we’ll catch up about the weekend plans, separately. 
Everyone else, everything is confirmed. 

JEFF: Welcome Nate! Can’t wait to met you! Thanks David.

JASON: Welcome to the group. We’ll put you through your paces, too. We’re a demanding bunch so don’t disappoint. Thanks Dave.

PAUL: Welcome to the club! 

GRAY - PSYCHOPATH: Hello again, Tripod. Trust me gents, he won’t disappoint. 

CHRIS: Hello, hello! 

JASON: Trust you, Gray. Jaw better from that rugby player you slut. 

GRAY - PSYCHOPATH: Almost, well when you won’t let me suck you off at a dinner, I had to go out hunting. 

JASON: Maybe we can catch up this week.

GRAY - PSYCHOPATH: You’re on, I’ll take a fuck if you’re throwing one my way. 

JASON: No problem. I’ll call you.

Nate was gob smacked at this group of older businessmen casually talking about sex like this. ‘Dirty bastards,’ he thought and grinned.
Nate replied to a few messages.

To DAVID HUSBAND COCK: Hi Dave! Yeah maybe tomorrow give me a ring. Sounds intriguing! 

To GRAY - PSYCHOPATH: Ha, was quite the morning! Competition for you am I? That sounds like it could be a dirty challenge. 

To CHRIS: Hey! What a morning. How’s yours been? If you’re free I can give you a call. 

Without even looking away from his phone, CHRIS appeared on the screen. 

“Hey, well isn’t this a funny turn of events, mate. Jesus, this morning I got ruined.” Nate reflected.

“Hello my man! Fuck telling me. Of all the people to bump into. Tell me what happened!” Chris shouted enthusiastically.

“Went running and David was clearly out cruising. We met in the car park. I started by wanking him off, then he finger fucked me to oblivion. His cock was fantastic. Deepthroated hin for ages. I’ve managed to control my gag more. Then that Gray turned up. He’s mad isn’t he? Total closet slut.” Nate informed.

“Christ sounds like a busy morning. Dave usually goes out on a Sunday morning for that kinda stuff. I’m getting chubbed up listening.” Chris admitted. 

“Oh yeah and me. Gray’s mouth and arse can take a beating. Jesus. I’m impressed.” Nate, grabbed his cock and started yanking softly.

“I’ll tell you about David. He’s in finance. Married with grown up kids. He’s about 51 I think. He’s super disciplined about his fitness. It gets him out of the house and away from his family. He can get a little arrogant, he’s assumed this leader role and everyone follows him. Not me, and I don’t think he likes that I don’t tow the line. I say be careful because he can be demanding of people. He knows a lot of wealthy men and the power feeds him. He’s total filth though. I guarantee you haven’t seen anything yet.” Chris warned.

“I’ll keep my wits about me then. Tell me about how you first met Gray. He’s totally mad, I feel like he’s going to be so much fun.” Nate laughed. 

“What a guy. He’s incredible. I’d even say it’s felt like a relationship at times, we get on so well and have the same sexual appetite. He’s a crazy bottom and I’m huge top, so our bed dynamics really work. Switch to video phone. I know I’ll bust telling this story and I know you will too.”

“Sure. Fuck Chris, there it is. Please give me all the nasty details.” He started salivating. 

“Here goes..” Chris began. 

5 YEARS AGO…

Graham had been fully immersed in his double life for a year by now. A reliable source of men came in the University and local sports teams his business sponsored. 
Added benefits aside, Graham was passionate about supporting local teams anyway. He was bored one Saturday morning, it was raining and cold In October. Dressed in sweats, thermal top and puffer coat he went out to his car. Shouting to his wife he was off to check out facilities during football practice. 

He was in the mood for a quick and silent session. Just wanted a sportsman's cock in his hand, pin him down, make him cum and resume his day.

It was 7 AM. He parked his BMW up and jumped out. He made it straight out to the side lines. Pitch was flood lit, while the over 30s practiced. Alpha blokes crashing into each other, glistening in the mud and morning mist. Graham's cock roused. 

"Clive, how the devil are we? Hope my investments are paying off. Facilities all good?" Slapping Clive on the back. "Here he is. Great to see you. Boys will be finished by 8. Stay and meet Chris, number 5, he’s our captain. So quick and everyone respects him." "Uh hmm." Graham salivated. 

Graham tried not to marvel too obviously. Chris was a statue, but still elegant. 6’2. Solid chest, beautifully tanned  and defined legs that were thick and powerful. The white kit Graham had funded clung to an impressive arse and strong arms. "Number 5? We'll keep an eye on him then."

As the men filtered through to the locker room, Clive shouted, “Chris, get over here.” Chris jogged over. Graham subtly gasped at the man approaching. Thighs slick with mud, sweat and mist. Kit - stinking. 

“Clive, you alright?” Chris said, hands on hips catching his breath. “All good my man, keeping these lads in check I see. Look, this is Graham. Club sponsor.” Graham slowly held up a hand and locked eyes intensely with Chris. Chris’ wide hand caught his and shook firmly. Graham squeezed the hand and rubbed his little finger along Chris’s hand. While doing so, Graham noticed Clive chatting to someone behind them and proceeded to open his mouth wide, slowly tracing his tongue around his mouth. Using what he could to signal to Chris. 

Chris frowned but smiled with it. “Uh good to meet you Graham. Thanks for your support.” He released his hand, checked he was able, then placed a thick hand round his crotch in recognition. 

“Absolutely Chris. Pleasure is mine. I’ll always support the local teams with what ever I can.” He stared at Chris and made it obvious when he dragged his stare to Chris’ crotch. “I want to take a look at the locker rooms so maybe I’ll catch them in a bit, Clive.” While still staring at Chris’ crotch and informing the coach. 

Chris made away and Graham went back to chatting with Clive.

Ten minutes later, Graham found himself wandering into the locker room. No Chris in sight but heard everyone in the shower, the room was L - shaped so he continued. There he was, Chris still in his kit, arranging his wash things. Something came over Graham while Chris’ back was turned.

He marched up to him, spun him round, pulled his jersey up over his shoulders behind his head, pushed him against the wall hard and wedged a forearm under his chin. “Don’t make a sound. As you’re captain I need to know what I’m investing in.” He reached down through his breathy stare and grabbed Chris bulge through his shorts. His grin turned to shock in doing so. “My god, this is going to be a work out for my arm. I’ll have to gag and slam myself on that one day.”

Chris gave out a hoarse exhale. Graham pulled the shorts and underwear below Chris’ member. The 11” flopped out heavily. “God I wish I had time to worship you now, you solid bastard. I could gag myself into a trance with this. I’ll settle for you cumming for me though.”

Graham moved his hand up to cover Chris’ mouth. Letting his eyes travel down the body. Slight peppering of black hair, defined chest and solid stomach with a hint of abs but still a little coverage. An alpha for sure. Chris widened his stance. Graham grabbed the shaft and immediately yanked away.

He stared at Chris the entire time. Uttering filth intermittently. “I’m gonna make regular appearances here to get a go on this thing. I’m a total slut for men like you. I’ll drive you wild. Grab my arse.” He felt Chris reach up and slap his arse and grip firmly. “You want to fuck the rich investor with your fat meat?” Chris nodded while staring. “Thought so. I’ll scream like a bitch with that thing beating the daylights out of my pussy one day.”

With that, Chris gripped Graham’s arse and his breath went frantic. Unable to speak he gave a slightly deeper exhale and exploded. Graham looked down and laughed. “Look at that! All that could be in my pussy or on my face. There’s next time.” The ropes splattered on the floor out in front of them. Missing the other players things by inches. Graham ran his fist from the base up to the head and grabbed the remaining cum. He took Chris’ hand and slathered it all over Chris’ fingers. “Push it in me. I’ll sit with it just inside my pussy all day.” Chris forcefully grabbed the waistband of Graham’s tracksuit bottoms and underwear, reached down and rammed his forefinger into Graham’s hole. “Mmmm you filthy boy.” Graham edged back and fore on the fingers a little. Chris’ monstrous cock was still hanging out. He released Graham, grabbed his cock and snapped it into his shorts, pulling his jersey down.

Graham slipped a business card into Chris waistband and shoved it over the end of his cock. “Get in touch,” he whispered in Chris’ ear.

Graham walked out. 

Chris was unphased by what had just happened, he lived for spontaneous action like this. He pulled the card out of his shorts. ‘Local Business Meeting.’

BACK TO NOW

Nate and Chris both angled their phones at their cocks and spunked everywhere. 

Chris wiping cum off his cheek, “told you I’d blow telling it.”

“Fuck Chris, he is wild. That’s hot, and now I understand why he worships you, obviously. Of course that’s how you met. And you’ve been involved with these guys ever since?” Nate enquired.

“Pretty much. Me and Gray hook up a lot. I really like him too. It’s complicated. The sex is incredible, we’re like teenagers.” Chris looked a little frustrated.

“I know you’re with Ryan but if you feel this way shouldn’t you tell Gray? I mean, you sound like you’re struggling with feelings there mate.” Nate felt good. Supporting a friend, despite the high octane last 24 hours.  

“Ry is a good boy. He’s out with his friends tonight. I don’t know it’s just messy and Gray is married, kids and his business takes up practically all his time in the week.  Never mind, I get to fuck him when and where possible. When Jason isn’t in the way. He does it on purpose I’m sure.” Chris grunted.

“I saw the messages earlier. He’s a cocky bastard isn’t he?” Nate observed.

Always has been, he’s a handsome CEO. He knows hes got it all and it just comes out in his attitude. He’s got that jock thing going on. I think his marriage is pretty much over. Not from all this, his wife cheated which is fucking hilarious. Same size cock as me but a little slimmer and straighter, if you’re wondering.” Chris laughed.

Nate thought for a moment about Jason. The more arrogant, the hotter he thought. Massive cock also was a bonus. Then a pang of sympathy about his marriage. 

“Well it sounds like I’ll be able to judge for myself next weekend. I’m up for it. I’ll check with work but should be fine.” Nate grinned.

“These are no ordinary weekends, speak to David and come back to me. We’ll go up together in my car, you still not driving yet I assume, mate. Fuck sake.”

“I’ll get to it!” Nate exclaimed.

“No pressure, gotta go. Need to shower all this of me before I get Ry. Speak this week. Bye.” 

“Bye.” They hung up.