Date: Sat, 06 Jun 1998 18:08:49 -0400
From: "J.W. Martins-Bazinet" <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: Tag Team Suckers - 5

Mike and I have been servicing straight guys for two years now as a 
regular part of our sexlife together. We have about 6 married or 
divorced studs who really get off on a great blow job and visit us on a 
regular basis.  Some like Joe 3 or 4 times a month, the others about 
once every month or so.  In addition there have been about 8 others who 
we've done only once or a few times because they were just passing 
through. All in all it's been great and it's improved the sex we keep 
just between us. I think more couples should consider this form of 
recreational sex as opposed to cheating on the one you love. We have a 
blast seducing and then sharing big dicked men.

This is the story of one of our regulars. He is Mike's favorite and 
without a doubt came to us in the strangest way of all.  It started on a 
mild Spring Sunday two years ago. At that point Joe, Ed and Brice were 
our only conquests. 

Mike had just come home from mass and was talking to his mom in their 
weekly telephone conversation.  I was reading the Sunday Times when I 
overheard at least Mike's end of the discussion becoming somewhat 
heated. "Mom I really wish you'd check with me before making an offer 
like that. . . Yes Mother I know he was my best friend, but that was 10 
years ago, a lot has changed since then. . .Like I'm gay and live with 
another man, I don't really think Bryan will be comfortable with that. . 
. no Mom I don't think Glenn and I can pretend not to be even if he was 
just staying overnight. . .No, I won't uninvite him, but I'm going to 
call him and lay it on the line, if it doesn't bother him then I guess 
Glenn and I can put up with it for a couple of weeks, but promise me you 
won't do it again. . .Of course I still love you, but I don't always 
love what you do. . .I know you meant well, you always mean well. . .no, 
I'll admit it would be nice to see him again, if he wants to see me in. 
. .I will Mom, you take care of yourself and give my love to Dad when he 
gets back from the country club. . .Talk to you next week, love you, 
bye."

"The woman's going to drive me crazy," he said as I laid down the Week 
in Review section.

"What's up? And who is Bryan and why is he going to be staying with us?"

"Bryan Green, he lived next door to us when I was growing up, he was two 
years older than me, but I guess you'd say he was my best friend. He 
stayed back in Virginia and became a corporate attorney. I haven't seen 
him since I came to Connecticut to go to school."

"So why is he going to be staying with us?" I asked.

"Seems he just recently got divorced. From what Mom says his wife left 
him because he couldn't keep it in his pants and she was fed up with his 
cheating. Of course now that it's too late he realizes he's madly in 
love with her and can't deal with the end of the marriage. He asked his 
company for a transfer to get away from everything that reminds him of 
her. They're moving him up here to their New England headquarters, so 
his mom tells my mom and she offers us as the Holiday Inn."

"Things might work out for all of us." I said raising my left eyebrow 
with a wicked grin."

"What are you thinking?" Mike asked as if he didn't already know.

"Look at the facts, oversexed, divorced, in a new area where he knows 
few if any other people. Sounds like he's ripe for the picking. My 
question is, is he worth the picking."

"It's been 10 years, but back then he was my most frequent beat off 
fantasy. Your typical all-American, preppy jock; tall with an athlete's 
body. Everybody thought he was my idol, I tried to be just like him, but 
what I really had on him was a wicked crush, though he never figured it 
out as far as I know."

"Does he have a big dick." There was no reason to beat around the bush 
so I asked.

Mike blushed a bright red. "As a matter of fact, it's huge."

"And just how do you know? I thought you didn't fool around with 
straight guys except for Peter the night before graduation."

"Oh we didn't fool around, well not really. Bryan's the one who showed 
me how to jerk off. We beat off together a few time, but he didn't touch 
me and I didn't touch him, though I'd have like to, just didn't have the 
guts to try."

"Well maybe you'll have the opportunity to make up for lost time, why 
don't you give him a call.  If he still wants to stay with us after he 
knows we're a gay couple it shouldn't be very hard to find out if he's 
interested in letting a couple of first class cock suckers relieve his 
tensions."

There was a knock at the patio door and it was then I remembered that 
we'd invited Joe to Sunday dinner.  We hadn't seen him in two weeks 
because we'd gone away the previous weekend.  

Joe came in and I opened a beer for him and me while Mike headed to the 
bedroom to make a call to Bryan Green. We were just about ready to open 
two more when Mike returned back from the bedroom and gave me a thumbs 
up; Bryan would be staying with us.

I asked Mike if he wanted a beer, but he said he'd rather get stoned, so 
I rolled a joint and we smoked it while Mike prepared to serve the meal. 
During the meal we made general small talk and listened to Joe moan 
about how horny he was. I don't know what effect this was having on Mike 
but before the meal was finished I was sporting a good sized woody.

"Joe," I said, "if you don't stop talking about it I may just attack you 
right here at the table."

"OK by me. I have an advanced case of blue balls, the sooner you guys 
drain them the better. Hope you're up to it because I think there's 
enough in me for a double header."

Both Mike and I were thrilled that our most regular customer often had 
multiple orgasms, that is as often as not he would be good to go for two 
or three rounds, producing a health sized load each time. In response to 
his question I got up from my place, grabbed him my the arm and began 
leading him toward the TV room with Mike right behind. "The blueberry 
pie can wait, I love it when we each get a separate load." I said as I 
pushed Joe into one the the black leather recliners.

I pulled off his tee shirt, popped the top button of his levis, unzipped 
him and hoisted his tight jeans and BVDs down to his knees. His meat was 
standing straight up and already juicing. I licked my lips and dove onto 
it until the fat meaty head entered my throat. Joe let out a groan and 
Mike got busy nibbling on his hard nipples.

Knowing that he wanted it bad made me as horny as he was. I'd been going 
at it hot and heavy for less than a minute when I felt him throb between 
my lips; suddenly my mouth was awash with the familiar tangy musk of his 
enormous load. I showed him no mercy until I was sure I'd taken all he 
was going to offer, still he remained rock hard. 

I tugged on Mike's sleeve and I passed the beautiful cock tower from my 
lips to his. Mike had gotten all the inspiration he needed watching 
Joe's first cumming. He was like a man possessed, feeding his lust, 
pumping it in and out of his hot mouth. No one knew better than I just 
what Joe was feeling from Mike's expert head job. If he hadn't just cum 
Joe couldn't have lasted more than 30 seconds under Mike's technique, as 
it was he was unloading his second load just 5 minutes later. Mike 
leaned back on the floor his arms propping him up, his eyes glazed over, 
a contented smile on his jism glossed lips.

I looked at Joe and then at his cock. It was still hard as ever. I 
watched it throb, a tiny pearl of male necture oozed out balancing on 
the tip of the head. I couldn't resist. I carefully approached it, and 
lapped it away with a flick of my tongue.

"Don't stop," Joe said quietly "I think I can go a third time," he said 
seriously. I didn't have to be asked a second time. I began pumping away 
with my mouth until I had him moaning like he'd never been sucked off 
before. Mike and I traded it off five or six time until 10 minutes later 
he drained the last of his load in Mike's still hungry mouth. Mike of 
course shared his good fortune with me in a deep, very wet kiss.

Bryan arrived the following Saturday afternoon.  He'd left Virginia early 
in the morning and had driven straight through. If there had been 
changes in the way he looked over the past ten years they had to have 
been for the better. He was one handsome dude.  6"3" of solid body that 
had to go over 200 pounds, muscle not fat. His chest was well developed 
tappering down to a narrow waist. Light brown eyes and dark brown, close 
cropped hair which gave him a definately butch appearance. No wonder 
he'd been Mike's fantasy man.

We helped him in with his bags, settling him into the guest room. "You 
must be exhausted from the trip, would you like to take a nap?" Mike 
asked.

"Actually what I need is a long hot shower, if you don't mind. If I take 
a nap I'll never get to sleep at night."

"Sure thing, there are towels in the quest bathroom, shampoo, bath gels, 
whatever you need, help yourself.  When you're ready come on out and 
we'll have a few brews and catch up on the last 10 years."

As soon as Bryan had disappeared to the other end of the house I said to 
Mike quietly, "Wow, he's hot!"

"He sure is. Do you think we have a chance?"

"We always have a chance. I'd say it's 50-50, but with a few beers and 
maybe a joint or two, I think we can improve the odds."

"You going to put the make on him now?"

"Not unless he takes it there, no we can afford to take our time, he's 
going to be around for a couple of weeks. Let's take a day or so," I 
laughed, Mike joined me.

Twenty minutes later, when Bryan came into the kitchen I almost changed 
my mind.  He was wearing only a towel and the obvious lump just below 
his waist nearly left me speechless, not to mention the outstanding 
physical specimen he was without his clothing in the way.

We sat around the kitchen table for the next 3 hours, me listening, Mike 
and Bryan talking about old times, what had gone on in each of their 
respective lives in the previous 10 years, typical old friends' 
conversation. I just enjoyed taking in the sight of our studly guest.

The rest of the day and evening went along without a hitch. The "gay 
thing" was mentioned in passing, but neither he nor we lingered too long 
on it. By the time we all went to bed I'd say we'd found a comfort level 
for all of us. Sunday was more of the same and if Bryan had thought we 
might put the moves on him he'd probably decided it wasn't going to 
happen.  

Monday came, Mike and I went off to work. Bryan, who didn't have to 
report to his new office for another week, wanted to scout the area and 
start looking for an apartment. 

I was scheduled to do a training session on preventing workplace 
injuries and finished up just around 2:00 in the afternoon. Since my 
calendar was cleared for the remainder of the day I decided to bug out 
early and go home. I honestly didn't expect to find Bryan at home, but 
he'd arrived about a half hour before me and had already showered. When 
I walked into the TV room he was stretched out on one of the recliners, 
again wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. The drape of the 
towel emphasised the bulk of his cock and balls.  

After exchanging greetings, I excused myself and headed down to the 
bedroom to change. I could feel the swelling in my own equipment as I 
walked down the hall. I put on a pair of running shorts, a tee shirt and 
headed back to the TV room barefooted.

"Bryan, do you smoke weed?"

"Every now and then, but not often."

"Would you like to join me?"

"Don't mind if I do."

I got out the stash box and cleaned some grass, packing it loosely in 
the small pipe we sometimes used. I sat on the floor next to his 
recliner, lit the pipe and passed it to him. As he reached for it the 
towel shifted just enough to expose one very pink, very large ball. I 
couldn't help but notice and my gaze lingered just long enough for Bryan 
to realize what had happened and what I had looked at. He didn't react, 
didn't even make a move to cover up. He just took a toke and passed the 
pipe back to me.

"So how did you and Mike meet?" He asked.

I thought back to that first meeting and laughed. "We both graduated 
from Yale, years apart of course, but we both attended an alumnus 
association meeting. I noticed him right when I walked into the room and 
spent the entire time just staring at him. I couldn't have told you a 
thing that was said at the meeting. He, of course, soon realized what I 
was doing, but instead of being uncomfortable he just got this 
shit-eating grin on his face. He was getting off on me getting off on 
him. After the meeting I walked up behind him and whispered something in 
his ear. He came home with me and we've been together ever since."

"What did you whisper?" He asked the question I was hoping he'd ask.

"I just said, 'if you follow me home I'll make your toes curl.'"

"And did you? . . .Make his toes curl, I mean."

"Yeah, I gave him the best head job he said he'd ever had."

"Then it's no wonder the two of you are still together," he joined me in 
laughing, "but seriously I envy the two of you. You seem to have a great 
relationship together, unlike so many, mine included."

"Well we're open and honest with each other. That means everything."

"I really loved my wife, I just couldn't settle for the same thing day 
in, night out. I like variety, it has nothing to do with love, just sex, 
I love sex. After awhile sex with just one person didn't cut it for me, 
it's a guy thing. Know what I mean?"

"I hear you, it's no different with gay men. We have healthy sex drives 
and like variety just like straight men."

"So how do you manage, I mean how do you stay faithful? If you don't 
mind my asking."

"Don't mind at all. We have an understanding."

"I tried that with my wife, she didn't understand."

"It's sort of easier for gay men. We just decided we wanted to be 
faithful to each other, no sneaking around on the side, so we do it 
together."

"Whatta mean, threesomes?"

"Kinda, but not exactly. We talked it over, we both get off on servicing 
straight guys, though Mike didn't have too much experience at it, he 
still got off on the idea. So we decided that we'd service them 
together. It's worked out well for us."

"You mean you give blow jobs to straight men?"

"That's it in a nutshell."

Neither of us said anything for a couple of minutes. Bryan looked like 
he was thinking; I decided to bide my time and say nothing more. The 
seed had been planted, I was waiting to see if it grew.

When he finally said something again it almost seemed as if he was 
talking to himself. "So you share sex with another person together, but 
it's with people who won't in anyway threaten your relationship. That's 
pretty clever. But how do you find these guys? I don't imagine you can 
just walk up to someone and ask if they want a blow job."

"No we just don't proposition guys, but enough opportunities come our 
way so that it's a natural sort of outcome. It works for us. It's my no 
means our only sexual outlet, we still have very intimate relations, but 
as recreational sex its the best. Mostly we have return cutomers, so we 
don't have to have lots of men, just a few good regulars."

"And these guys don't mind having a guy blow them?"

"Hell no, I'd say they love it. We stick mostly to married or divorced 
guys. After a guy's been married 10 - 15 years his sexlife can become 
pretty routine and boring. The old lady doesn't really like to give head 
and we give it better anyway. The guys get no a strings attached super 
blow job, no involvement, no spending money, no hysterical mistress 
calling the little woman fucking up his happy home. Perfect for them, 
perfect for us. The ones who are divorced have usually been out of the 
dating loop for 10 years or more, they don't know how to get back in the 
swing or they plain don't want to. Mike and I give them what they need 
and its way better than flogging their own logs, which is how most 
divorced men get their sex, no matter what they say."

"You can say that again. When I was married I had no trouble finding 
some female only to willing to roll in the hay. Now that I'm divorced 
that type wants nothing to do with me. Yeah, I see your point."

I hoped he had, but I didn't want this to go too far just yet, so I 
tried to change the subject. "So what do you think of Mike all grown 
up?"

"He really hasn't changed that much. Still the same sweet guy he was 
back then. I always thought about him like a kid brother. You know he 
kinda hero worshipped me back then and I was real proud. I couldn't have 
liked him more if he was my real brother. I'm really sorry we didn't 
stay in touch, but that's just the way life is.

"I really do appreciate the two of you letting me crash here for awhile, 
it's real nice, especially since you don't know me from Adam."

"It's our pleasure," I said hoping that the pleasure would increase for 
each of us. "And you're right he did hero worship you back then, he also 
had a big crush on you."

"You're kidding?"

"Never more serious. The only reason he never propositioned you was he 
was afraid you'd never speak to him again."

"I don't know how I would have reacted back then. I sure was a horny 
devil, somethings never change, but I don't think I even thought about 
sex with a guy. Maybe if he'd made a move when I was really horny it 
would have worked."

Just then the sound of Mike's car pulling into the driveway ended the 
conversation. Mike came through the door completely unware that I'd set 
the groundwork necessary for the seduction of Bryan Green.

I think Mike was more than a little surprised to find Bryan in nothing 
more than a towel but he sat down and joined us for two more pipefuls of 
grass, after which Bryan got up to dress. I filled Mike in on the fact 
that I'd gotten home early and found Mike already wrapped in the towel 
and sitting in the chair. I didn't tell him the contents of the 
conversation, that was to be a surprise.

The grass had given each of us a good buzz and the munchies so we ate 
like swine at dinner. Mike had made meatballs with baked ziti and we all 
overate like you can with Italian food.  

After dinner we watched television and smoked more dope than necessary. 
At 10:00 Mike and I headed for bed. Bryan said he was going to sit up 
and watch some Clint Eastwood flick which was on at 11:30.  We said good 
night and headed for our room.

Just a little past midnight I woke with a craving for a cold glass of 
milk. I slid quietly out of bed, so as not to disturb Mike and slipped 
on a robe. As I walked down the hall I could see the dim glow of the 
television screen in the TV room, but what I saw when I looked in froze 
me to my spot. 

There was Bryan, wearing nothing but a open robe, slowly stroking his 
long, thick and very hard schlong. Instead of Clint Eastwood he had the 
Playboy channel on. There was no way to turn back, he was sure to notice 
me at any moment, so I said, "sorry to disturb your privacy, but don't 
let me stop you." I tried to make my voice sound casual and light, like 
a father who'd just walked in on a son jacking off."

"Oh fuck!" he said shocked, trying to cover his hardness with the robe. 
It was obvious he was embarrassed.

"Relax, I'm the last person you have to be embarrassed around. I suck 
cock remember?"

He tried to laugh, "it'a a macho thing I guess. A guy just doesn't feel 
right about letting another guy know he has to jerk off."

"Listen, if I've learned one thing it's every guy jerks off from the 
time he can to the day he dies. Besides with two willing cock suckers in 
this house, I know you don't have to jerk off, you must want to. Now if 
you'll excuse me I got up for a glass of milk. I'll let you have your 
privacy as soon as I'm finished."

I didn't say another word. I went around into the kitchen, poured and 
drank a tall glass of milk and headed back to bed with a rock hard 
leading the way.

I got home from work at my regular time the next afternoon, about half 
and hour before Mike.  Bryan was watching Oprah on TV and I asked him if 
he wanted to get stoned after I'd changed.

"Sounds good."

We passed the pipe back and forth a couple of time. There wasn't much 
conversation,I assumed he was still a little shy because of the previous 
night. Finally he asked, "did you really mean what you said last night?"

"I usually mean what I say. What in particular do you mean?"

"About two willing cock suckers."

"If you're asking if Mike and I will blow you the answer is yes. I think 
Mike has wanted to do that for nearly 20 years, me I love to suck a good 
cock whenever I can find one and from what I saw last night you more 
than fit that bill."

"Thanks for the compliment. Last night after you went to bed I finished 
what I'd started. To be truthful all I could think of was the two of you 
going down on me and I had the best orgasm I've had in months. I've 
never had a man touch me like that, ever; I don't think I've even 
thought about it, but last night wow. Everytime I've thought about it 
today I've gotten a hardon. I know I'm horny, but the thought of being 
serviced by two guys just has me crazy."

"All you have to do is ask. We won't ever pressure you, but if you're 
willing so are we."

"Are you sure Mike feels the same way?"

"Positive, but he'd die before he asked you, as you say somethings don't 
change in 10 years."

"I think. . .no I know I'd like to give it a try."

"No problem, but do me a favor, let's not tell Mike. I want to surprise 
him. When he get here just follow my lead. I promise you the best head 
job of your life before we go to bed tonight, just play along."

The timing couldn't have been better. No sooner than we'd settled on 
this plan than Mike's car pulled into the driveway. Mike came in, 
greeted us and joined us in another bowl, totally unware that his oldest 
fantasy was set up to come true.

We were more than half way through dinner when I asked Bryan, "So Bry 
how's you sexlife been since the divorce?"  Mike shot me a look which 
said be a little more subtle, but Bryan knew where I was coming from.

"To be perfectly honest with you," he said very seriously "I feel like 
I've become a monk. I haven't been laid in nearly two months and to say 
I'm due is the understatement of the century."

"I'll bet you could use a good blow job." Mike's eyes grew wide as he 
heard me say this. 

Bryan didn't miss a beat. "You bet, nothing I like better than a great 
blow job. Only problem is I don't know anyone around here."

"Yes you do. As a matter of fact you know two of the best cock suckers 
in the entire state of Connecticut."  Mike just about choked on a piece 
of pork chop, I thought he was going to throw something at me.

"Now that you mention it I guess I do. But you guys wouldn't be 
interested in helping a me out. Would you?"  He was looking right at 
Mike when he said this.

Mike may be naive, but he isn't stupid. Suddenly it dawned on him that 
he'd been set up. "Fuck both of you."

Bryan and I laughed and soon Mike joined us. "Do you really want us to 
suck you off?" He asked Bryan just like a little kid.

"Just about now there's nothing I'd like better." As we finished dinner 
we filled Mike in about our conversation yesterday, our encounter the 
night before and the talk we'd had just before he got home.  Anxious as 
we all were we skipped the Toll House cookies and headed straight to the 
bedroom.

We had Bryan out of his clothing and flat on his back in record time. 
Mike had hoped and waited for this moment for two-thirds of his life, I 
backed off and let him fulfill his fantasy. 

Bryan's cock was hard as steel and quite appealing. Mike gobbled it down 
like a man deprived of nourishment for a week. I gave him five minutes 
of it all to himself before I joined in pleasuring his friend. Mike 
continued to work on Bryan's turgid shaft whilst I gave full attention 
to his egg sized balls. He was a real moaner and when he wasn't moaning 
he was urging us on. "That's it, oh God, eat me. . .take it all Mike, 
that's it. . .never so good, it feels wonderful, I can't take too much 
more. . ." all of which spurred us on as we gave him the best of our 
masterful treatment.  I'd managed to work my tongue down to below his 
balls and that seemed to be the last straw.  

"OH GOD TAKE IT, HERE IT COMES, OHHHHHHHHH!!!"

His body stiffened, I could feel the pulsing of his ballsac and knew his 
seed was rushing forward to explode deep within Mike's hot mouth. His 
6'3" body thrased about the bed as though he was a rag doll. I pulled 
off his balls and licked my way up to the shaft. Just in time. His load 
was so huge that Mike wasn't able to swallow fast enough, some was 
seeping through his lips and running down the velvety shaft. I caught 
the excess flow with my tongue and savored its rich masculine taste. I 
had to have it directly from the source. I moved up on the shaft and 
Mike, whose nearly 20 years of desire was being sated gave way, allowing 
me to take the still gushing member between my lips. I let the head rest 
on my tongue allowing my tastebuds to feast on the three remaining 
spurts.

Bryan's body movement subsided, his dick's throbbing stopped and the 
flow of semen had come to an end before I released him from my mouth. 
Mike and I then used our tongues to slowly and completely cleanup his 
entire pubic area.

I don't ever remember the two of us being so turned on. It had to be the 
high school buddy fantasy, whatever it was, it was great for us. As far 
as Bryan was concerned he said that, "if I'd known guys gave head like 
that I'd have been dicking some guy's mouth years ago. Shit, Mike we 
could've been doing this 15 years ago. Gentlemen that was without a 
single doubt the finest damn cock sucking I've ever had performed on me. 
I don't care how many girlfriends or wives I have in the future you can 
count on me as one of your regular customers for as long as I know you.

Bryan remarried his wife and she's moved to Connecticut. He does love 
her and they are very happy. He doesn't fuck around on her any more 
either, unless that is you count every Thursday night when he goes and 
plays poker with his best and oldest friend Mike.