Larry & Stephan
I got the station wagon out of the garage and had to drive down the alley against the one-way sign. Between the massive size of the wagon, the smallness of the old garage, and the fact that Walt had parked his fucking rental car too close, I could barely get the car out without smashing it up. I drove into the city and cruised east along Vine Street toward the river. I didn’t have any destination in mind. My only goal was to get away.
I drove a bunch of blocks until I found myself in Franklin Square at the foot of the old Delaware River Bridge. I thought about crossing over into Jersey and maybe showing up at Bea’s place. I hadn’t seen her boys in a while. The presence of children was sure to brighten my sour mood. Almost as quickly as I had that thought, I dismissed it. I’d already poured my heart out to Bea once that day. I didn’t want to burden my dear friend with more of my troubles.
I turned right just before the bridge tolls and headed into South Philly. I let my thoughts drift to who I might barge in on in that direction. I had half a mind to drive over to where my old office was in Moyamensing. I wondered what it would feel like to stand in front of the place where Walt and I became a couple. I couldn’t visit the counter service diner where he and I first met. The building was long gone, bulldozed in the 1950s as part of urban renewal.
I decided against stopping by my old office. The ghosts of the past which haunted that address wouldn’t lift my spirits. They’d only make me think of happier times when the future was still something to be imagined, not an inevitability to be dreaded. I kept driving south until I arrived at the intersection of 4th Street and Oregon Avenue.
I’d gone too far south. I barely knew anyone that far down in the city anymore. I could stop and see Ted and Arthur, but I’d already seen them. Besides, the couple had to get up early to run the auto shop. I didn’t want to come knocking when it was their bedtime.
I turned west, away from the river and cruised along Oregon. When I reached 9th Street, I had an idea and turned north again. I stopped a few blocks south of Market Street, right near the theater district which centered around Washington Square. I parked and got out. A cold wind whipped down the street and tried to toss Owen’s overcoat from my shoulders.
I held onto the coat and trudged up the stairs of a very narrow, three-story rowhome with a tan brick frontage. I used the huge brass knocker to rap on the wide front door. The frosted glass fanlight over the door lit from inside, then the carriage-lamp outdoor light flicked on. The door opened without a sound to reveal Stephan.
The tall, sinewy man struck a theatrical pose with his hand on his cocked hip and a closed lipped smile on his rouged face. He was dressed in a flowing, sheer robe of pastel pink and purple. It billowed around him and offered tantalizing glimpses of his firm, lean flesh. Stephan wore no clothes under the robe, except for what appeared to be a ballerino’s dance belt.
“LAW-rence, Dear man! What in the WORLD brings you here on this TER-rible evening? COME in. PL-ease, come in and shed that AW-ful overcoat. MY my, did you find that on a deceased homeless man?”
I smiled as Stephan drew me into the brightly lit entryway. I always smiled around him because he was delightfully theatrical. He spoke in a wildly expressive voice filled with loud emphasis on some syllables and none on others. He also gestured like he was on stage and his every movement needed to be seen from the uppermost balcony of the tallest theater in the city. Because he was so entertaining, and because I loved him as a friend, he was the only person I allowed to use my entire first name.
I went inside and let Stephan shut the door behind me. I shrugged out of my borrowed overcoat and hung it on a bent wood coatrack which was just inside the door. Stephan expressed himself to be both pleased that I’d shed my coat, but shocked at the ragged grey suit underneath. “DEAR man! Has SOME-thing drastic happened?” He raised his voice toward the puritan-white staircase which rose from the entry hall up to the second floor. “LARRY, darling. I need you. I fear something TER-rible has occurred.”
My good friend, Larry Ploughman appeared at the top of the stairs. He hurried down to see what was the matter. Larry was dressed almost exactly like his father had been when I first met him. He wore a pair of plain black slacks held up by a pair of leather suspenders. He was barefoot and wore no shirt. I noticed with a grin that the fly of his slacks was open, both the zipper and the button. A glimpse of curly pubic hair announced he’d worn no underwear.
As Larry reached the bottom of the steps on his quiet feet, he moved next to his partner as if drawn by powerful magnetism. He wrapped a long, possessive arm around Stephan’s body. The fingers of his hand spread wide around the far side of Stephan’s hip. Larry pulled his partner against himself. Stephan allowed himself to be pulled.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen? Is Walt OK?”
I’d obviously interrupted fun and games between the two. They were having a romantic evening and needed me and my troubles like a drowning man needs a glass of water. “I’m sorry to barge in on you like this. Walt’s fine. I just…I don’t know. I’m sorry. I should have telephoned. I didn’t mean to…I mean, you must be busy.”
Larry lied kindly. “We weren’t doing a thing.”
“Oh yeah? You always leave your fly down when you’re not doing a thing?”
Larry blushed and fumbled to fasten his pants. Stephan cackled with amusement. “The Law man caught us, Daddy. Whatever shall we do?”
Larry objected to the nickname. “I wish you wouldn’t call me that.”
Stephan clucked his tongue and flounced away from his ‘Daddy.’ “You mean you wish I wouldn’t call you that in front of people. I seem to remember a certain person demanding I call him that not very many minutes ago.”
Larry’s blush became a deeper crimson and spread from his face into his winter-pale torso. Stephan pirouetted on his toes and draped himself against me. He was a tall man, almost as tall as Larry’s six-foot-four, but he was fine-boned and willowy. He said he could have been a dancer except for his extreme height. Instead, he became a choreographer, one of the best in the business.
I was always puzzled over the attraction between Stephan’s whimsey and Larry’s stolid farmer’s manner. I didn’t understand it, but I was glad the couple seemed happy. Stephan was always happy, and he seemed to make Larry happy. The man and his flamboyant manner were fun to be around.
I teased Larry and his lover, as was my habit when I was with them. I leaned into Stephan and spoke in his ear. “You can call me ‘Daddy.’”
Stephan ran his long fingers through my white hair. “I’d have to call you granddaddy, you lovely man.” He took his weight from my side and pulled me along the hall toward the formal sitting room. “COME in. PLEASE come in. LAR-dear, why have you left us standing here? Poor granddaddy LAW-rence must be here for a reason. He looks so drawn and worried.” Stephan gripped my arm as he urged me forward. “Come in, you dear man and tell us your troubles. What I was doing with Lar, I can do ANY-time.”
The three of us entered a grand sitting room which ran the length of the narrow house. As we did, I found myself confronted with two whole walls which were freshly painted with a gigantic reclining male nude. I stood in the doorway to stare. “What in the fuck is that?”
Stephan pirouetted into the room and stopped near one side of the painting, directly in front of the subject’s uncircumcised penis. “THIS…is…ART! It’s called ‘The New Adam.’ The original was painted by Harold Stevenson. The model was Sal Mineo, the actor, and the painting was thirty-nine feet long! I got one of the finest scenery painters in all the theatrical world to do this version. He painted the whole mural from memory. He was in Paris for the unveiling in ’63.”
I was overwhelmed by the detail of the painting. The artist definitely knew male anatomy well. I pointed at the wall with a question. “He did all this from memory?”
Stephan beamed at Larry. “Almost.”
Larry gasped and started to cough. I looked his way and waited for him to catch his breath. When he did, he stammered out an answer to my question. “I might have…uh…modeled a little when Aaron, that’s the painter’s name, Aaron, when he couldn’t remember the uh…the finer points.”
I laughed. I laughed loud and long and breathlessly. I laughed so hard, I couldn’t stay on my feet. I had to flop down on the settee which faced the painting. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Every time I glanced at Larry, I laughed some more.
I was still chuckling when Stephan strutted across the room and draped himself on the royal-purple velvet settee on my left. He pressed his body to mine and turned onto his side so he could hook one of his very long, toned legs over my lap. He wiped the tears from my face with a very sensible white cotton handkerchief he’d produced from somewhere.
Larry took his cue from Stephan. He sat against my other side. His masculine form didn’t lend itself to the catlike poses of his partner, but he did his best to sandwich me between the two of them.
I was comforted by the combined heat and scents of the lovers. Stephan smelled like face-powder and rouge and the bolts of sheer fabric which flowed and billowed around his body. Beneath those traditionally feminine scents, there was a notable musk of man. Somehow the odors weren’t at odds with each other. They were complimentary and enticing.
Larry’s scent was all man. His musk was rich and oily with the barest hints of cedar and sandalwood. I assumed those odors came from aromatics which Stephan would include in all the drawers and closets of the couple’s bedroom. I shut my eyes and breathed deeply through my nose.
I wished I was a younger man. I wished one of the men wasn’t the son of a dear friend. I wished I was back at Madam Mitchell’s Kingdom of Keystone. Once upon a time, it wouldn’t have been unusual for me to be the filling in a man sandwich. Sometimes I missed the decadence of that time, the hedonistic pleasure of firm, young flesh. More often, I missed the delicious energy of the past. Now that I was old and tired, I was most jealous of the boundless energy of the young.
Stephan whispered softly into my ear. “Tell us your dreams and your dreads you poor man. We’ll help if we can. We both love our Granddaddy Lawrence, and we do not wish to see him sad.”
I did as they asked. I poured my heart out in that oddly comforting setting, squeezed between two much-younger men, with that mural of flesh on display across the room. Stephan cooed small comfort into my ear while he teased my white hair with his long, delicate fingers. Larry just listened while I told about the nightmare of Walt’s heart attack and all the ramifications of the event.
I explained my struggles of trying to look after Walt while he did everything he could to circumvent my care. I explained about Doc and the way I shouted at him and chased him away. I even shared all the details of my discussion with Walt about Owen buying into Walt’s Special. Finally, I held up my naked ring finger. I used it to illustrate the emotional wound I suffered when my husband suggested that he’d rather keep working, chasing a dream he could no longer have, and die ‘doing what he loves’ rather than take it easy and live longer with me.
By the time I finished talking, both men were practically on top of me. With each new revelation, they seemed to hold me tighter. The implied support of their contact was incredibly comforting. Stephan used his handkerchief to dab at the tears which streaked down my face. He kissed my cheek with his painted lips. Larry kissed my other cheek.
Larry was the first to offer sympathy. “I’m sorry, Law. It sounds like you’ve had a lonely time.”
Stephan picked up the thread of Larry’s statement. “Is there anything we can do for you, dear man?”
“May I stay here tonight? I’ll be alright tomorrow. I think I will be, anyway. If I could get a good night’s sleep, I think I could figure things out better.”
“Of course, you can stay.” Stephan agreed as he unwound himself from my body and stood up. He stretched like a cat whose been too long lying on a warm windowsill. “We’ve got plenty of room. The bed is huge. You can sleep between us or pick the side you like better.”
I grinned like an ass over what I was sure was a silly joke. I was sure until Stephan struck one of his signature poses and asked me to make a choice. “Will you choose me, in my androgynous beauty, or Larry and his masculine charms? Perhaps you’ll pick the middle where you can have the best of both worlds.”
I shook my head. “I can’t.”
“Do we make you uncomfortable?” Larry asked the side of my face.
“No, it’s just…it feels too intimate. I’m a very old man and you two are very young men.”
Stephan blew a breath between his lips with a ‘pfft’ noise. “I WISH that was still true.”
I smiled at the young man with his taught body on full display. “What are you, thirty?”
“TWENTY-NINE!”
I didn’t bother to take issue with Stephan’s obvious lie. “Yes, well, I’m sixty-eight. I’m way too old to be in bed with men in their…youth.” I almost said ‘men in their thirties,’ but corrected myself before I insulted Stephan. “I’m happy to sleep right here. Just give me a blanket and let me borrow a pillow. Please.”
Larry kissed my face again. He wrapped his arms all the way around my body and hugged me tightly. “Your age doesn’t matter. We wouldn’t be doing anything except sleeping.”
I started to argue again, but Larry talked over me. “We want you to be comfortable. If you want to sleep here, that’s fine with us.”
“Ab-so-lutely,” Stephan chimed in, “you sleep wherever you want. I’ll go get you a blanket and a pillow.”
He flounced off on his errand while Larry stayed wrapped around me.
I asked a question once Stephan had disappeared up the stairs. “What’s the attraction between you and him?”
Larry whispered. “He can put his ankles behind his ears.”
I turned my head to be able to look into his blue eyes. He appeared to be serious, but a smirk quickly broke through his poker face. He laughed and I laughed with him. He released me from his embrace and stood up. He stretched his body and laughed some more. I struggled up from the soft settee and waited for Larry’s humor to die down. When it did, he told me what I wanted to know.
“We’ve been together eight years now, and almost all of that time has been incredible. He makes me happy.” He flung his arms out wide in a theatrical gesture which Stephan would have been proud of. “Look where I am! This is about as far as I could get from a farm in Montana. I’ve been a farmer, a runaway, a suspect in a murder, and now I’m one of the most sought-after set designers in the city. Sometimes…hell, most of the time, I can’t figure out how I got here.”
“Life is funny that way.”
Larry expanded on my comment. “I came here the first time in 1953. We both know how that went. Then I went home, back to Montana until 1955. I knew I had to come back to the land of Keystone. I loved Montana. I miss it sometimes, but here is where I belong. I could never have a life like this one back there. I could never have a lover like Stephan.”
As if conjured by Larry’s mention of him, Stephan picked that moment to strut into the room on his long legs. He bent at the waist to set down the pillows and bedclothes he’d brought. Both me and Larry got an excellent view of his shapely ass and the backs of his impressive thighs. He strutted to where we stood and produced a tightly wrapped, hand rolled cigarette. “I think after all the very serious talk we’ve had, we could use a smoke before bed.”
Larry accepted the cigarette and looked at me with wary eyes. I jumped to what turned out to be an accurate conclusion. “Is that a reefer?”
“REEFER?” Stephan laughed at my choice of words. “You sound so square, Grandaddy Lawrence.” He pointed at the cigarette. “This is what’s known as a joint. Nobody says reefer anymore.”
Larry explained his nervous look. “Is this going to bother you, Law? We can take it upstairs if you want.”
Stephan objected. “No, no, I think granddaddy needs this more than we do. I rolled that for the three of us.”
I shook my head at the ‘joint.’ “I don’t know. What’s it like?”
Larry explained. “It’s a little like being drunk, but it’s more in your head. Drinking messes with your whole body. Good marijuana only affects your mind.”
Larry seemed to have more to say, but Stephan interrupted. “And this is VERY good marijuana. Don’t worry, granddaddy, a little of this will make your cares float away like little black clouds. When you wake up tomorrow, everything will seem easier.”
I was concerned about trying drugs for the first time, but I’d had a hard day. I needed my cares to float away. “I’ll try it. Show me what to do.”
Stephan produced a small glass lighter and a small glass ashtray. He set the ashtray on a nearby table and struck a flame on the lighter while Larry lit the joint. Larry puffed the cigarette once, then he drew smoke in and held it. He held his breath for as long as he could and finally coughed the smoke out.
I recognized the sticky sweet scent of the smoke from when I smelled reefers at the Kingdom of Keystone years ago. I never tried it back then because gin was always enough. I conjured a rationalization to make what I was about to do acceptable. I decided that as I’d gotten older, my troubles had gotten deeper and therefore the escapes needed to be stronger.
Larry passed the cigarette to Stephan. He drew smoke from it and held it in. He managed to hold the smoke longer than Larry had. He also took a second drag as soon as he exhaled the first, then passed the joint to me. I got ready to draw on it like I would a regular cigarette, but Larry held his hand up to stop me. “Small hit. You can always have more. That’s powerful stuff. Go easy.”
I did as I was told. I took a small drag of the harsh, sweet-smelling smoke, and drew it into my lungs. I held my breath for as long as I could, but that wasn’t long. My lungs didn’t like the smoke. They coughed it from my chest. I assumed the drug hadn’t been inside me long enough to do whatever it was supposed to do, so I took another drag right away.
Larry waved his hands as I held the second drag in my chest. He seemed worried that I’d drawn more than I should have. I’d already done it, so I ignored the warning. I passed the joint to Larry as I continued to hold the smoke. My lungs accepted the second drag more easily. I held my breath for what felt like a very long time until I had to exhale. The size of the plume I blew out surprised me.
Stephan was also surprised. He burst out laughing as it dissipated into the air around us and wrapped me in a hug. “That was a good hit, Daddy! That one’s going to knock you on your backside!”
I didn’t know what Stephan thought was so funny, but I liked to hear him laugh. I laughed with him. We laughed and laughed. Larry passed the joint back to Stephan. He got ready to draw on it, but he stopped. “You ever shotgun with anyone?”
I didn’t know what he was talking about, so I shook my head. He explained. “I’ll take a hit, then I put my mouth over yours and breathe out as you breathe in.” He bent to tap a little ash from the joint into the glass ashtray and to give me another eyeful of his exceptional ass. He stood tall and got ready to take his ‘hit.’ “You ready?”
I nodded. Stephan took a big drag and drew the smoke into his lungs. He handed the joint off to Larry and grabbed my head with his long-fingered hands. He planted his mouth over mine. I breathed in and felt my lungs fill with smoke. They held the shutgunned smoke more easily than the other. I guessed because it had been mellowed from already being inside of Stephan.
He didn’t release me after he’d given me all the smoke he had to share. Instead, he filled my mouth with his tongue. He kissed me with a greedy, sucking mouth and a salty, probing tongue. I kissed him back and let my hands explore his body. My head swam as I let my right hand slide down his back. I slipped it into the back of his dance belt and filled my hand with the solid muscle of his rump.
Stephan moaned into my mouth. He broke our kiss. As he did, we both exhaled the last of the smoke. He gyrated his hips and cooed. “Oh, Daddy.”
Larry leaned between us. He craned his head to shotgun smoke with Stephan. Stephan pushed Larry’s face toward mine. I opened my mouth like a hungry baby bird to receive my treat. Larry did as Stephan had. He filled my lungs with mellow smoke, then he filled my mouth with his tongue.
We kissed as the smoke drifted between us. Stephan swiveled his hips again to encourage me to do more than just squeeze his ass cheek. Some small shred of propriety kept me from doing what I very much wanted to. He grasped my head to pull me away from Larry’s kiss. He replaced Larry’s tongue in my mouth with his own.
Larry pulled our faces apart. He had his lungs full of smoke again. Instead of sharing it with just one of us, he blew his breath into both our faces. Stephan and I breathed in as much as we could.
Larry crushed what was left of the joint out in the small ashtray, then leaned between Stephan and me to kiss us both in turn. Larry’s hand found its way into Stephan’s dance belt. It seemed surprised to find another where it planned to go. He tugged on my hand, but I didn’t want to be pulled away. Larry separated his face and his tongue from our kissing.
He smiled through a bright, almost glittery expression. “Law, I’d like it if you would take your hand off my lover’s ass.”
I did as I was told, reluctantly. “It’s a great ass.”
The three of us laughed at my statement like it was the funniest thing any of us had ever heard. When we settled, Larry announced that it was time for bed.
I turned toward the settee, but Stephan didn’t allow me to go to it. He grabbed onto the hand which I’d just taken from his ass and drew me toward the stairs. “Come with me, Daddy. Don’t worry, we’ll make certain you get your rest.”
I allowed myself to be led and climbed the stairs.
He took me into a bedroom which was the entire third floor of the house. The main feature of the huge room was a gigantic canopy bed which was draped with sheer fabric that hung from the ceiling. The fabric tumbled in pinks and purples onto the white carpet below. The bed would have been perfect in the Arabian Knights room at Madam Mitch’s.
Stephan pushed me into a soft chair, then he rapidly shed his flowing layers and finally his dance belt. I was mildly impressed by what flopped out between his legs. He was well endowed, very long and uncircumcised but thin for his length. He was also completely smooth. There was not one hair on his exceptional body.
Stephan went to Larry and pushed the suspenders from his shoulders. His pants fell to the floor. Larry was ruggedly masculine. His body wasn’t carpeted with hair like Walt’s was, but he had enough in the right places. He was also hung at least as well as I remember his father being. His cock stood tall and proud and also uncircumcised.
I anticipated Stephan would drop to his knees to worship Larry’s impressive cock, but he didn’t. Instead, he hopped up onto the bed and laid on his back. He grabbed some pillows to put under his hips, then he folded himself in half. To my stunned surprise, he pulled his legs back until he could cross his ankles behind his head.
With his calves behind his shoulders, he reached between his legs and spread his long-fingered hands over his smooth ass cheeks. He flexed his hole to make it enticing for his partner. “Look, Daddy, my sweet boy-hole is all clean for you. Do you want it?”
Larry blew a glob of spit into the hole and waited while Stephan fingered it into himself. He did that twice, then he dove into his partner face first. He sealed his mouth to Stephan’s loosened hole and feasted. Stephan moaned with delight. My mouth watered while I watched. I longed to be where Larry was.
Stephan glanced over to see if I was enjoying the show. Larry pulled his tongue out of his partner to look my way. He nodded at his partner’s upturned ass. “You want a taste?”
I was sorely tempted to take him up on his offer, but the same shred of propriety from before kept me in my seat. I shook my head.
“You can fuck him if you want. You can fuck me if you want. You can have anything you want tonight. Name it and it’s yours.”
I wanted to be younger, but Larry couldn’t give me that. I wanted to fuck both men and have both men fuck me, but I couldn’t. I was angry and I was hurt, but I was still Walt’s husband and he was mine. I held onto that fact and stayed in my seat. I shook my head again.
Larry shrugged. “Let me know if you change your mind.” He blew another wad of spit into Stephan’s hole, then crawled forward on the bed. He waited, poised over his partner, until Stephan guided his cock. Larry pressed himself in with a single lunge.
Stephan cried out, but the cry was one of pleasure, not of pain. Larry’s big cock probably spent enough time in Stephan’s hole that the violation didn’t hurt him at all. “YES, DADDY! Give me that cock! Fuck me, HARD!”
Larry did as he’d been asked. He pounded his partner mercilessly. “Whose hole is that?” Larry demanded.
“It’s yours, DADDY!”
“Whose hole is that?” Larry demanded again, even louder the second time.
Stephan shouted the answer like he wanted the whole world to know. “IT’S YOURS! ALL OF ME BELONGS TO YOU! FUCK ME! OWN MY ASS!”
Larry pulled out and walloped Stephan’s right ass cheek with the flat of his hand. Stephan screamed, his voice at least an octave higher than it had been. “OH GOD, YES!”
Larry struck him again and again, then he pressed his face back into the ass he’d been fucking. He ate the sloppy hole even deeper than before. He sucked on the pink rim and bit the flesh. His teeth left half-moon marks. He blew a wad of spit into the hole and fingered it inside, then he sealed his mouth to it and slurped it back out. He kept switching from fingers to tongue and back again while Stephan begged for more and harsher violation.
Larry eventually managed to get four of his thick fingers into his partner. He pulled them out and fed them to Stephan’s pleading mouth. He licked and sucked at the fingers. Larry plunged his cock back into his partner and started fucking him like a jackhammer. He grunted urgent questions into Stephan’s face as he pounded him. “What are you? Tell me what you are.”
Larry pulled the ass fingers from Stephan’s mouth so he could answer. “I’m Daddy’s boy.”
Larry thrust into him again. “Not tonight you’re not. Try again.”
“I’m Daddy’s little slut.”
Larry fucked Stephan some more. “Closer, you’re closer. Tell me what you are.”
Stephan grinned with self-satisfaction as he realized the words Larry was trying to get him to say. He tentatively offered what he thought was the correct answer. “I’m a hole.”
Larry pulled all the way out of Stephan and plunged back in. “You’re just a hole.”
Stephan cried out with fresh enthusiasm. “I’M JUST A HOLE! I’M DADDY’S SLOPPY FUCK HOLE! GIVE IT TO ME, DADDY! USE ME WITH THAT HUGE COCK!”
Larry pounded Stephan. Whenever Stephan wasn’t screaming for ‘Daddy’s cock,’ Larry would spit into his mouth. Stephan loved it. He swirled his tongue through the spit. He’d push it up on his lips to show how much Larry had fed him, then he’d slurp it in and swallow it down.
Not content merely to fuck Stephan like a rag, Larry pulled out and fed Stephan his cock. He pulled his sloppy, slimy cock from Stephan’s ass and brought it directly to his partner’s mouth. He laid it on Stephan’s face and let him figure out how to get it into his throat on his own. Once he sucked it clean, Larry hurried back to his partner’s ass, where he would feast until he was ready to fuck it some more.
I loved to watch Larry’s young, hard body work. I loved the delicious way his muscles flexed and rolled as his body became an engine of sex. Sweat bloomed on his skin and made it glisten. The moisture matted his body hair and ran in rivulets onto his partner’s smooth skin. Stephan remained passive. He accepted Larry’s sex with pleading enthusiasm. He begged his ‘daddy’ to ‘fuck him’ and ‘feed him that cock’ and ‘smash that hole.’
Stephan was the perfect, greedy, depraved bottom. He held himself still, on decadent display, as a receptacle of passion. He didn’t even get hard. His long thin cock remained flaccid on his stomach. No matter what Larry delivered to him, Stephan approved and begged for more. Each time Larry pulled his cock from Stephan’s ass and offered it to his mouth, he licked and kissed and swallowed it to the root. Sometimes, as if to reinforce his dominance, Larry would pull his cock from Stephan’s mouth and blow a glob of spit onto his partner’s tongue. As soon as the spit landed, he’d unceremoniously bury his meat back where it came from. Each time Larry did it, Stephan hummed and moaned his approval.
A part of me wished that I could join their fun, but between the drug which filled my head and the propriety I clung to in spite of it, I remained in my chair. Even as I watched, I didn’t understand how the two young men before me could conduct themselves with so much energy, while I could barely hold my head up. All I could do to participate was to run my tongue around my lips to remember the taste and the passion of the kisses I’d shared with each of them. Even with the incredible display of sex in front of me, I could barely keep my eyes open.
The couple fucked like men possessed. Their session seemed to last hours, though in my state, I had no concept of time. After what seemed like forever, Larry climaxed and blew his load all over his partner’s chest and stomach. When he was finished, he fed his cock to Stephan one last time, to make him suck the softening member clean. Stephan sucked and slurped at Larry’s cock. He even licked Larry’s foreskin inside out.
Once Larry laid down to catch his breath, Stephan uncrossed his ankles and brought his legs down to lay flat. He used his long fingers to scoop Larry’s generous load from his body, so he could slurp it down. He luxuriated in the taste of Larry’s load. He licked it from his fingers in long, stringy strands and rolled it over his tongue before he swallowed. When he was done with his feast, he rolled toward me and propped his body up on his elbow. “Did you enjoy the show, Granddaddy?”
“Yes.” I said from my chair. The word sounded silly to me, so I said it again. “Yes. Ye-e-s-s-s. Yesssssssss.” I hissed like a slithering snake. I tried to laugh at the sound, but the effort of laughing seemed like a lot. I let my head loll back onto the chair cushion.
“How would you like me to get you off?”
I never answered Stephan’s question, because I dropped off to sleep.
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