Date: Sun, 14 Jun 1998 09:03:36 -0400 From: "J.W. Martins-Bazinet" <3stix@concentric.net> Subject: Tag Team Suckers - 6 Mike and I have never been happier. We have the perfect relationship; a great home; good jobs; and a dream sex life. Not only do we have fantastic love making sessions once or twice a week, but we also have down and dirty action, blowing straight guys together as often as we can. As Mike says, "men are basically dogs, we're just dogs together." We love it. Last August our neighbor and oldest "customer," Joe came over for a late night cook-out and swim. We ate our fill of hot dogs and hamburgers, slurped down a few brews and toked up two bones of killer home grown. Joe was very excited, his best friend growing up had written him saying he'd be in the area for the next six months. Joe hadn't seen him in over ten years, but through their teenaged years they'd been joined at the hip. "So why's he coming?" Mike asked. "What's he look like and would he get off on a good blow job?" I broke in. I was feeling especially horny, my mind on Joe's meaty schlong, I was thinking only dick at the time." Joe looked pointedly at Mike, ignoring me, "he's in the Navy, he's going to be taking courses at the Base." Then turning to me, "Glenn you gotta promise not to try anything funny. I'd fuckin' die if Willie found out I let a couple of guys swing on my joint. He was so hot with the ladies that he never went without, even in high school when the rest of us were bragging and jacking off he was gettin' the real deal regular." "Shit, I've never met a guy in the Navy who wouldn't stick his dick in anything that was warm and wet. Besides you'd think you'd want to share something you enjoy so much with your best friend." I said only half kidding. "Listen guys," Joe said almost whining, "he's married. If I thought for a minute he'd go for it I'd be the first to recommend you, but trust me, he'd never go for it. I know for a fact. When we were in high school, this gay guy put the make on him. Willie freaked, not because he hated the guy or anything, but because he couldn't even imagine some guy sucking his cock, he'd so into the ladies that he thinks it's totally uncool." "Relax, Joe." I reassured him. "You know that Mike and I would never do anything to cause problems for you." "Yeah," Mike chimed in "besides as long as you feed us this big piece of meat we're happy." He'd lean forward in his patio chair and was giving Joe's plumb basket a slow grope. "But we'd be happy to have you and Willie over for supper sometime, if you'd like." He said as he began to untie the cord around the waist of Joe's sweat shorts. "For now I think the three of us should go skinny dipping in the pool," he had tugged the shorts down to the knees and Joe's piece began showing signs of life. In short order the three of us shed our clothing. Mike and I walked down the stairs into the pleasantly heated pool. Our macho neighbor, on the other hand, cock now at full staff, ran around to the other end of the pool to the diving board and made a splashy butch entrance. He swam underwater until he reach our end then hoisted himself up onto the side, his full hardon sticking inticingly straight up. Mike went for it like a trout to a fly. He stood waist deep in water between Joe's legs, his head bouncing up and down on the fleshy prong. Joe leaned back resting the weight of his torso on his out stretched arms. I could see the action only in silhouette, the pool light being the only source of illumination. It was so sexy; the unmistakable profile of the man I love working his mouth up and down on the thick club rising from center of the reclining stud. The sight had my cock so up and hard that its leaking, the head jutting just up out of the water. I drank in as much of this erotic vision as I could stand before the hunger for a piece of man meat overwhelmed me. I moved next to Mike, he reluctantly gave way so that I could partake of the feast. I was more than hot, I attacked Joe's slab like a cheap whore. I couldn't get enough of it, I was in a cock sucking frenzy, he didn't know what hit him. In less than 30 seconds I had him begging for relief. His hips thrust forward until his cock was totally buried in my mouth. I felt it pulse and then it throbbed out gush after gush of his rich creamy load. The sight, sound and musky smell of the action seemed to overcharge Mike's batteries. He nudged me aside and took Joe's still spewing meat down his throat. Not satisfied with just the last few drops he began to work on Joe with a lust driven passion. He would not allow this cock to deflate. His expert mouth and tongue soon had Joe all horned up again and urging him on. "That's it, eat that fucker, suck out that second load man, you can do it. Take it to the hilt. . . yeah, almost there. Oh yeah, that's the way. Your gonna' get it. . .oh, oh, I can't take. . .oh, here it is. . . aghhhh!!!" His entire body tensed and as I reached in to cup his tight ballsac I could feel him trembling as he unloaded another hot, thick mouthful of his juice down Mike's gulping throat. "As usual, fellas, that was fuckin' great. I'm not sure I can stand, never mind walking over to the house. I can't believe you can both give excellent blow jobs time after time." "No such thing as a bad blow job," Mike laughed. "You're right, but there is such a thing as a fantastic blow job and that's what I get every time." "Then you should really think about sharing something so great with your buddy, Willie," I teased him. Three weeks later Joe stopped by on Saturday morning to say that Willie would be spending the weekend with him and was the offer of an invitation to supper still good. "Sure thing. How about 7:00 tonight. I was planning on serving a stuffed pork chops," Mike said. "Sound great, he's a big eater, or a least he use to be." "Don't worry Joe, we'll have enough." "Do you think I should mention that you two are gay, or just let him figure it out?" "I think you'd better tell him. No surprises, besides if he can't handle it, we're all better off knowing up front," I said. "Besides you don't want him to think the three of us have any secrets." I couldn't resist teasing him." Joe stood in the kitchen making small talk and keeping us from our weekend chores. "I don't mean to be rude, but if there's nothing else, we have work to do if we're going to entertain tonight," Mike finally said. Joe just stood there, a flush rising in his cheeks. He hemmed and hawed, before saying, "I was thinking, since Willie's going to be here, we won't have a chance for our usual Saturday night fun, so I was thinking maybe, if you guys were in the mood, that we could. . .uh, you know. . . now?" An hour and three loads later Joe left a happy man, while Mike and I attacked the chores with inspired vigor. Maybe Willie was off limits, but Joe certainly didn't deprive us our share of liquid protein. Around 2:30 Mike and I were doing yard work. We saw the Toyota with North Carolina plates in Joe's driveway, so we knew Willie boy had arrived. We were raking up leaves when we saw Joe and one gorgeous hunk dressed in the uniform of a Chief Petty Officer coming in our direction. Mike and I glanced knowingly at each other, this guy was poster boy material. Joe hadn't mention that his friend qualified for the stud hall of fame. He was all man. Tall and lanky with buzz cut blond hair and hazel eyes, the face of a god and if you could ask for more that was there too. Running lazily down between his right leg and the material of his snug trousers was the unmistakable outline of a 6 inch limp cock. Mr. Navy was packing one hell of a big gun. Both Mike and I were distracted as Joe introduced us to his bud. He must have thought we were nuts. They didn't linger and with "see you tonight," they turned and headed back toward Joe's houes. They got in the Toyota and drove off. Mike looked at me, "did you see the cock on him?" "How could you miss it? He's hung like a fuckin' elephant. Not to mention how good looking he is." "Jesus, if Joe wasn't such a good friend I'd proposition the guy. We have to behave," Mike laughed. "But, you never know." "Right, you never know. Don't count on it, Joe knows what Willie's like. So just let's put it out of our minds before we loose them." We finished up the weekly chores and got ready for our guests. Both Mike and I were on our best behavior. We didn't even smoke pot, we were so good. Actually the evening went fairly well. Willie had a good persoanlity and a killer sense of humor. He certainly wasn't a tight ass. The fact of our being gay was never mentioned, though we were sure Joe had told him. We liked him and he seemed to like us, at least he was relaxed and friendly in our company. As the two of them left around 11:00 we made promises to do it again before Willie finished his course. Two week later Joe told us Willie would be spending the coming weekend at his place. We immediately extended a dinner invitation. Joe accepted saying Willie had hoped we'd have them over, he loved Mike's cooking. The following Friday evening, Mike got stuck at work, an emergency with one of his patients. He didn't get home until 7:00, I suggested we send out for pizza rather than cook. "Sounds good, let me take a quick shower and smoke a joint first." "Maybe we can pick up a video too?" Mike disappeared into the other end of the house and I returned to watching "Jeopardy." Just as Alex was about to ask the Final Jeopardy question I heard a knock at the back sliders. I walked from the TV room into the kitchen, there was Willie. I slid open the door, "Hey there, I didn't expect to see you tonight, come on in." "Actually I was over at Joe's, he gave me a key. I finish up at 2:00 on Fridays, he figured I'd be more comfortable waiting here for him than at the barracks. He just called to say he's stuck at work and won't be home for another hour or so." "It must be going around, Mike was late getting home too, some kind of patient emergency." "I don't mean to barge in, but I'm hungry and Joe said to go ahead and eat without him, he'd grab a hoagie on the way home. Problem is I didn't ask him where I could find food, his frige is empty, except for beer and milk. I was wondering if you could recommend some place nearby where I can pick up a sandwich or something?" "Sure, if you want. Mike and I are ordering a pizza in, if you'd care to join us you're more than welcome." "It wouldn't be an imposition?" "Shit no, happy to have you. Joe's a good friend, and any friend of Joe's, as the saying goes." I took two beers out of the refrigerator, handing one to him. "Make yourself at home, the TV's right in there," I said pointing toward the door. "I'm just going to warn Mike we've got company so he doesn't stroll out here wearing just a smile." "Who were you talking to?" Mike asked as I walked into the bedroom. He was toweling his freshly washed hair. I filled him in on our unexpected guest. "Joe would piss himself if he knew Willie was alone with us." Mike laughed and I joined in. "We have to behave, remember? But let's can renting a movie." "I still want to get stoned, so I'll go for the pizza and blow one on the way. Why don't you place the order while I get dressed." I returned to the other end of the house and asked Willie what kind of pizza he liked. "I eat anything except anchoives. Too salty and fishy," he said. I ordered two large pies, one pepproni and the other with the works, except anchoives. Mike came out, exchanged greetings with Willie then left to pick up our order. I went into the kitchen to set the table. Willie followed me a moment later. "Anything I can do to help?" He offered. "Not much to do, I've got it under control, thanks though." "So you and Mike are gay?" That stopped me. "Yup," I said not knowing where we were headed. "That's cool. I didn't use to think it was cool back before I enlisted, but I've mellowed with the years." "Glad to hear it." I didn't know what else to say, but he seemed to want to go on. "Yeah. When I first joined up I got to be real close with this real nice guy from Alabama. His name was Edgar Lee Edward III, but everybody called him Tray. Any way we became best friends, bunked togeter, took leave together, even fucked the same girls together. I didn't have a clue he was so good at covering up. Last thing you'd expect was the guy you'd been bangin' chicks with turning out to like dick." He had my full attention by now. "So how'd you find out he was gay." "We'd done a good-will tour of European ports and we were in Lisbon for our last port-o-call. We both pulled 24 hour shore leave and hit the town. Trouble was we didn't score with the Portuguese gals. Pretty, but very Catholic. They talked to us and were very friendly, but no dice. We ended up back in our hotel room, drunk, horny and alone. "I was pissin' and moanin' about how hardup I was, how I'd fuck a snake if he held it still, you know the usual male kinda talk. What I really wanted to do was jerk off, but in the Navy you don't go there with another buddy. If I'd been a little more sober I'd have taken a shower to take care of business, but I was afraid I couldn't stand long enough. "Then Tray starts on this sorta crying jag about how much he cares for me, how he hates to see me horny and hurting, how he wishes he could take care of my problem. Then he just looked at me and said 'whip it out and I'll take care of you.' I was shocked, but I knew he meant it. For the first time in my life I realized that I cared about somebody who was gay. That he propositioned me didn't bother me, fact is I was flattered. I thought I should have wanted to kill him, but I didn't, I liked him too much. From that point on anybody being gay was cool with me. I just wanted you to know. I really like you and Mike and want you both to know that you being gay is totally OK by me." He was awkward the only way a straight man can be when talking about being gay, but his heart was in the right place. He didn't mean to be condescending. "I appreciate that, but I'm dying to know, did you take him up on his offer?" He looked at me for a long moment. "No," he said. DISAPPOINTMENT!!! He looked deep in thought, but then continued, "can I count on you to be totally discreet?" I nodded my head in response. "Not that night. It got me thinking though. Six weeks later we were back in the States, and spending the weekend in Virginia Beach. It was our first time alone since Lisbon. We didn't go pussy hunting, there was no longer any reason for him to pretend. We joked about him picking up some guy while I picked up a babe and the two of us fucking together in our separate beds. Of course we just went out drinking and ended up in our room alone. "Tray fell back on his bed and was snoring before his head it the pillow. I wasn't drunk enough not to be horny. I stripped out of my uniform and got into bed bareassed. I laid there gettin' hornier by the minute, my cock was sticking straight up demanding attention. I figured he was dead to the world so I started to stroke my bone, the worse that could happen was that he'd wake up and catch me. After his proposition that would hardly be a big deal, besides I was sure he was out for the count. "I was going at it pretty hard and heavy, real close when I stopped. If I had to settle for pulling myself off I was at least going to make it last. It was then that I realized the snoring had stopped. I looked over at Tray and saw his eyes transfixed on my throbbing bone. He realized I was looking at him, his eyes met mine and held them there. Not a word was spoken, he just quietly slid off his bed and came over to me. He knelt at the edge of the bed, bent over and swallowed me whole. "At that moment I wanted nothing more than for him to make love to my cock. He was a master. He brought me right to the edge a dozen times and as though he could read my mind pulled back just in time. When I finally unleashed I just about drowned him in a torrent of my hot spunk, but he gulped down every drop, I was nearly out of my mind by the time he let loose. The next morning, with both of us cold sober, he did it all over again. "A month later I transferred to the west coast and they shipped him to Italy. I haven't seen him since, last I knew he was living in Miami." "Was that your only experience of that kind?" I asked trying not to sound to hopeful or anxious. "Those two times were it. But I'll admit they were the two best blow jobs of my life. I think about them often, wouldn't mind having a repeat, but the opportunity has never come up and now that I'm married, well it wouldn't be right to go lookin' for it." "What if the opportunity came up?" "Well in almost 10 years it hasn't." "Until now," I said. It took a minute, but he caught on. "You want to blow me?" I nodded. "Now? Here? Won't Mike be back in a minute?" "Oh, I think we'd better wait for Mike, he'd be super pissed if he missed out on you." "You mean the two of you together?" "You know what they say, double your pleasure, double your fun." "Let me get this straight, the two of you work on me, I don't have to do anything?" "All we want is for you to kick back, enjoy and unload. How does that sound?" "Too good to be true. But listen, please don't ever tell Joe." "The next time Mike and I are sucking his cock we'll try and keep that in mind." "You mean. . .?" "An average of at least once a week for the last 18 months." "I'll be fucked." "Not tonight, we have other plans." We both laughed as the headlights of Mike's care turned into the drive. "Do me a favor haul yourself down to the bedroom, get out of your clothes and kick back on the bed. Mike and I'll be down in a minute." Mike walked in stoned and mellow. He put the pies down on the counter and looked at me grinning like the Cheshire cat. "What bit you? Where's Willie?" I quickly explained where our guest was and what he was waiting for. "I don't believe it! How? What did you say to him?" "Believe it or not he did 99% of the talking. At the end I just made an offer and he accepted." The pizza forgotten, we nearly ran to the bedroom. Willie was propped up against the pillows leisurely stroking was had to be at least 10 inches of straight, hard mancock. Little rivulets of precum were easing his efforts. Though not proportionately thick it was still a fistful, but clearly the longest dick we'd ever seen in the flesh. Mike couldn't wait, he postioned himself between Willies lanky outstretched legs and went down on him like he'd been without for months. Now Mike has become an expert cockman over the years, but this was more than he could swallow. He managed a good 8 inches, but despite his best efforts he couldn't take the whole thing. Not that Willie seemed to mind. He'd thrown his head back against the pillows, his eyes were screwed tight and his mouth hung open emitting small moans every half minute or so. I busied myself, crawling under Mike's bobbing head to work over his ample balls with my wet tongue. The smell of male musk hit my nose sending a rush of blood pumping into my already throbbing hardon. The guy had lasting power, Mike had worked on him as long as his jaw could hold out, then signaled me to take over. In one experienced motion we exchanged places, hardly missing a stroke on the engorged shaft. I loved the feel of his spongy head as I toyed with it. I ran my tongue around it and heard Willie groan from too much pleasure. Being by far the more experienced cock sucker I managed to take all of him, opening my throat to his lance until my nose was buried in his soft blond pubes. I felt a thrill course through his body in response to being engulfed. I knew it was a sensation he'd have rarely felt and I sensed his appreciation. He began to pump his hips in rythm with my mouth's action. Soon he was bouncing up and down on the mattress, holding my head steady in his large hands, giving me the face fucking of my life. It was great. I couldn't get enough; a lack of air mixed with the taste of him and the erotic assault on my throat combined to give me a rush and a high like few I'd had. With no warning, no physical manifestations, his cock suddenly began to pour out gob after gob of the sweetest tasting male necture. I pushed back so I could better savor it. He loosened his grasp, but refused to let go until the pulsing stopped. He was drained. I managed to save a mouthful which I quickly shared with Mike before I collapsed back on the bed as drained of energy as Willie was drained of cum. "Could one of you guys finish me off? Please?" Joe was standing in the doorway. His cock was sticking out of his jeans and he was pounding away on it. His face was pleading, he was obviously in an advanced state of hornieness. Mike slide to the floor and onto his knees. He took Joe as the stud leaned back against the door frame, it only took a few strokes before Joe's knees sagged and you could tell he was pumping his offering into Mike hungry mouth. I'm pleased to tell you that Joe and Willie share one very important trait in common. Once both of them had recovered from their first orgasms Mike and I discovered that the evening had just begun. That's another story.