Date: Sat, 3 Oct 2020 15:57:23 -0700
From: Jim Foster
Subject: Joey's Circle, part 2

Joey's Circle, part 2
by Jim Foster

I scanned the crowded lobby for a familiar face. Around me, office workers
darted out of elevators and stairwells for one of the skyscraper's many
exits out into the chilly winter weather that had hung over the city for
the past week. Since it was noon on Christmas Eve, practically every office
and business in the building was letting its staff go home early. People
donned scarves, hats and gloves as they rushed for the exits.

Moments ago, I'd been part of the same chaos at my own office building four
blocks away. Evan had texted me to come meet him in the lobby of his
building, and then we could head out together. He thought his own building
would be an easier place to find one another. But as another bank of
elevators disgorged its passengers into the lobby, I began to think that
Evan was mistaken.

"Jim!" I heard a familiar voice shout. "Jim! Over here!"

It helped that Evan's a few inches taller than me. It also helped that he
wore that ridiculous knit cap -- stripes of blue, white and black with a
green puff ball on top. Evan was about 20 feet away near the west
elevators, grinning and waving. I wound my way through the crowd
practically tackled him in a tight embrace.

"Hey, buddy," I said, inhaling deeply to take in his scent. At the urging
of both myself and his boyfriend Karl, Evan had recently stopped wearing
deodorant. Likely no one in his office noticed, since so many of his
co-workers wore strong perfume and cologne. But those of us who knew Evan
intimately, myself especially, loved his natural, musky odor.

"Hey, sweet man," said Evan, wrapping his arms around me. I felt his short,
scruffy beard up against my forehead. He lowered his chin to kiss me on the
cheek.

"Merry Christmas," Evan added. "You ready to spend the holidays with us
over at the house?"

"Most definitely," I said. At my feet was a small duffel bag of clothes and
a few other items. Joey, the friend who'd brought all us guys together into
one big group of friends with benefits, had arranged for any of us who were
in town over the holidays to stay at his house.

I laughed at the thought that it was "Joey's house." It really wasn't. When
I first met Ñ- and fucked Ñ- Joey, he was renting the house with Karl
and a couple, Jeremy and David. Last month, Evan had moved in as
well. After getting to know this crowd for the past two months, I learned
the various ways they had all met, formed intimate and sexually charged
friendships, and Ñ- in some cases Ñ- relationships like Karl and
Evan, or Jeremy and David. In all of these cases, Joey was the catalyst
that had brought this group together.

So, even though it wasn't Joey's house in fact, it felt like his house in
principle.

Reluctantly, I pulled away from my embrace with Evan, still savoring his
scent. We held hands to stay together in the busy lobby. Stepping outside,
we zipped our coats against the sharp winter wind.

"You smell great, by the way," I said. "I almost didn't want to break our
hug."

"Thanks, Jimmy," said Evan, blushing and wrapping one arm around me. "I
like knowing how much you get off on my... scent."

Over the past few months, I'd grown close to everyone who lived in Joey's
house, and a few more who hung out there regularly like I did. But I had
become especially close to Evan and Karl. Half the time I stayed over, I
was sleeping in Joey's bed. The rest, I was in Evan and Karl's king-sized
bed. In a way, I felt myself falling in love with them. Not in a romantic
way. But I did feel a connection with those two that felt stronger than
friendship, even among friends-with-benefits.

I'd hesitantly shared with Evan and Karl my feelings about them a few weeks
ago. We'd been taking a break after I had blown them. I sat there naked and
hard, with the taste of their seed still fresh in my mouth, and told them
how I felt. They had looked at one another, smiled and brought me in for a
big hug. It turns out that they felt the same about me. To drive the point
home, they worked together to give me the most sensual blowjob of my life,
sharing my load in their mouths. Since then, expressions of affection had
become commonplace among the three of us. They were the couple. But I was
still strongly connected to them.

Joey had been thrilled. He loves bringing people together.

"Nothing hardens my cock more than seeing all you guys connect," Joey had
said.

Evan and I took a bus across town. Along the way, we talked about how Evan
was adjusting to life in a big house with Karl, Joey, Jeremy and
David. Jeremy and David had used to share the house's expansive basement
Ñ- a large bedroom, a spare room that Jeremy used as an office for his
remote job as a technical writer, and bathroom with shower. But when Evan
and Karl wanted to live together, Karl's bedroom was too small for the two
of them, especially since Karl was applying for nursing school and, if all
went well, would need extra space to study. Jeremy and David realized they
were under-utilizing all the space in the basement bedroom, and offered to
switch with Karl if they could retain the office for Jeremy to use during
the day.

The trade went well. Joey and I helped the two couples haul furniture and
boxes up and down stairs. Then once Karl's Ñ- and now Evan's Ñ-
king-sized bed was in place, Joey crawled up on the mattress, pulled down
his pants and took a load from each of us up his gorgeous ass.

"That was a fun day," said Evan. "I really felt like I was coming home."

"Well, I think that's an auspicious way to begin your new life with Karl,"
I said.

Thinking about that day made us both horny. We kissed a little on the bus,
but didn't get too carried away.

"By the time we get home, Karl should be getting back from the gym," said
Evan, with a twinkle in his eye. "We should see what he's up to."

"Yeah?" I asked playfully. "Well, if you say so. We should see if Joey's
around too."

Of everyone in the house, Joey and Karl worked the least-traditional
hours. Karl worked part-time in a clinic and as a tutor, while also
volunteering at a research lab. We were almost certain Karl would get into
the university's nursing program. But he was taking no chances. Joey,
meanwhile, worked as a manager in the diagnostic laboratory of a local
hospital, but his hours shifted each month.

Getting off the bus, Evan and I walked hand-in-hand the three blocks to the
house. The winter winds died down as we approached. Out in front, I saw an
unfamiliar car.

"Do you think Joey invited a new friend over?" I asked.

"I doubt it. Joey's pretty slutty, but also picky," said Evan. "He spent
months coaxing you over, and I think he's pretty happy with the mix of guys
at the house these days."

"Ah," I said. "Then maybe the neighbors have someone over for the
holidays?"

"Maybe," said Evan.

We walked up the steps to the porch. The door was closed, but unlocked. As
we opened it and entered, warm air and the unmistakable sounds of carnal
grunting wafted over to us.

In the living room were two sofas. On one was Joey, naked and perched on
all-fours. He was facing away from us. Behind him, also with his back to
us, stood a wide-shouldered, fit man who was naked from the waist up. He
wore jeans and sneakers. His back was a little hairy, and sweaty. His arms,
slightly muscular, sported about a dozen small tattoos. From behind, we
watched him thrust his hips toward Joey and away as he fucked our beloved
friend.

He was a stranger to me, but not to Evan, who after a few moments shouted,
"Dom!"

Joey and the man turned around, surprised. Apparently, they'd been so
intent on fucking that the hadn't heard us come in. Joey smiled. Dom was
obviously a little embarrassed. He had broad, baby-faced features. His
short beard was just starting to turn grey. Dom's hair, mostly black, had
also started to turn grey. He had a pierced septum with a silver ring. He
smiled, but also blushed a deep crimson.

"Hey Evan," Dom sheepishly said.

He leaned forward and pecked Evan on the lips. Dom looked at me. For a
moment, I wanted to kiss him too. But his blush disarmed me. I raised one
hand in a sheepish wave.

"Hi, I'm Jim," I said, my voice cracking like a teenager.

"Hey Jim," said Dom in a full voice. "Joey has told me so much about you. I
feel like I already know you."

I looked around Dom's back and saw the base of his cock. The rest was
firmly implanted in Joey's tight ass.

"Well, don't believe a word of it," I said playfully.

Dom laughed, but stared intently at me.

"Well, any friend of Joey's is a friend of mine," Dom said. "I'm sorry for
you to meet me like this. It's just been so long since I've been here. Joey
and I were catching up and I couldn't resist when he spread his cheeks."

"I know the feeling," I said. "If it makes you feel any better, he greeted
me from that couch a few months ago, and I met a good number of his friends
the same way you have."

Joey, I realized, was grinning ear-to-ear as he watched Dom and I converse
awkwardly.

"Dom's been away for the past few years," said Joey. "But he's recently had
some changes that've brought him back here. Consider this our first
catch-up fuck!"

As he finished speaking, Joey rocked his hips against Dom's cock. Dom
shuddered a little and threw his head back in a moan.

"Well, it's an important occasion," said Evan. "Why don't Jim and I let the
two of you get back to it? We're gonna wait downstairs for Karl to get
home."

"Oh, you don't have to wait," said Joey. "He came in about five minutes ago
from his work-out. He watched us a few minutes and then headed
downstairs. If you hurry, you'll catch him before he cleans off all that
sweat."

Joey winked at me. He knows how much I love sweaty guys.

I felt Evan pulling me by the waistband of my pants.

"Come on, Jim," he said. "Let's let Dom and Joey get reacquainted."

As Evan pulled me toward the stairs to the basement, I looked over my
shoulder at Dom and Joey. Dom had a broad chest Ñ- just a little bulky,
with a healthy mixture of muscle and fat Ñ- covered by a dusting of
fine, black hair. I really wanted to lick his two tan nipples. He was
fucking Joey again, getting back into the rhythm. As my head disappeared
through the doorway to the basement, Dom raised his head and his eyes met
mine. He smiled again and blushed.

On the stairs, Evan turned and looked at me.

"God, you're adorable," Evan said. "You were so flustered around Dom."

I gave Evan a teasing shove and we resumed our course downstairs.

"Who is he anyway?" I asked, trying to ignore my blushing cheeks. "I don't
think you guys have ever mentioned him."

"Dominic was one of Joey's oldest friends," said Evan. "I think they met
right after Joey got out of the Army. He lived here for a number of
years. But shortly after Karl and I started dating, he moved away."

By now we were in the basement hallway. Jeremy's office was to our left. To
the right, the door to Karl and Evan's bedroom.

"Why'd he leave?" I asked. "For work?"

"No," said Evan. "To be honest, I don't know all the details. You should
let Joey tell you Ñ or better yet, talk to Dom directly."

Evan opened the door and drew me into a deep kiss. We still had our coats
on, but as we made out Evan removed his, then mine. He drew his hands up to
my cheeks and stroked my beard. Suddenly, from behind, I felt another pair
of hands unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. Another man's musky scent
wafted from over my shoulder, and his lips began to kiss the back of my
neck.

Breaking my kiss with Evan, I raised my head, glanced over my shoulder. I
could vaguely make out Karl's sweaty frame behind me.

"Hey, Karl," I said. "Miss us?"

"You have no idea," Karl growled, pressing his body against mine. Evan
leaned over my shoulder and to give his boyfriend a sloppy kiss.

My pants unfastened, Karl ran his hands down my stomach and reached into my
underwear. He freed my cock, already hard from the show we witnessed
upstairs. Then with one hand, he pushed Evan's head down. Obedient as
always, Evan dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. Karl
brought his body next to mine. I could see that he was already naked from
the waist down, showing his hairy runner's legs and his uncut cock rapidly
filling to its full 7 inches.

Karl and I made out tenderly as Evan alternated between his boyfriend's
cock and mine. We ran our hands along each other's bodies. I quickly shed
my sweater, button-down shirt and undershirt. Then I reached over and
peeled off Karl's sweat-covered t-shirt. With Evan's mouth and hands
working my own 7-inch cut cock, I leaned in to take in the irresistible
scent of Karl's musky odor.

Karl raised his arms, giving me full access. I bent slightly to smell one
ripe armpit, and stuck out my tongue to lick his sweet-and-salty sweat.

"Yeah, Jim. Get in there," said Karl. "You like my nasty smell, don't you?"

"Mmm-hmmm," I murmured. "I really do."

"He really does," echoed Evan, momentarily pulling himself off my dick. "In
the lobby earlier, he gave me an extended hug just so he could take in my
scent."

"Is that so, eh?" asked Karl, stroking his cock as I licked his
armpit. "You really are our nasty boy, Jimmy."

More than anyone else, Karl and Evan also understood how much I like having
guys talk to me that way. They knew how I love feeling slutty or depraved.

But at this moment, I didn't just want to feel slutty or depraved. I wanted
to be that way. I licked Karl's rank pits, and ran my hands along his hairy
chest and ass -- both slightly damp from his work-out. I raised my head and
kissed him roughly on the mouth. He moaned, tasting his own scent on my
lips.

By now, Evan had resumed sucking Karl's cock. I took the opportunity to
lower my pants and underwear, kicking them behind me. Fully naked, I winked
at Karl and knelt down next to Evan. Karl's dick was so big that it was
hard for Evan to fully take it in his mouth, at least not without
negotiating angles. It was simultaneously adorable and hot to watch, as I
had countless times since Joey first invited me over. I ran my left hand
along the back of Evan's head. With my right, I massaged Karl's swollen
balls.

Karl tossed his head back in ecstasy. He was getting what he wanted. Now it
was time for me to get what I wanted from these guys.

I leaned in to Evan and kissed his cheek.

"Mind if I cut in?" I asked, gently pulling Evan off of Karl's
cock. Together, our tongues and lips slid across Karl's dick,
simultaneously blowing him while we made out with each other. But then
Karl's hands appeared on Evan's shoulders, pulling him back up to a
standing position. Karl took off his boyfriend's sweater and undershirt,
while I lowered his pants and underwear. Evan had thick body hair and a
9-inch cock that curved upward. I placed both hands around the base and
drew the head of his dick into my mouth, licking tenderly with my tongue. I
heard Evan moan and felt Karl's hand stroking his boyfriend's hairy balls.

"Yeah, Evan," said Karl. "Are your balls full of cum? I think Jimmy here
wants our loads."

"If that's so, would he like a third?" asked an eager, familiar voice
behind me.

I turned and saw Jeremy, toned and proud, standing in the doorway. He
must've heard us from his home office across the hall. Jeremy had dark,
perfect skin. Not a blemish in sight. He was taller than me, but thinner
and leaner.

He stood there in casual attire -- jeans and a t-shirt -- but with one hand
under his shirt and stroking a nipple. His other hand stroked the growing
bulge in his jeans.

Karl didn't let me admire the view for long. He turned my head back to his
boyfriend's cock, which I resumed sucking. Out of the corner of my eye, I
saw Karl walk over to Jeremy, kiss him and gently remove his shirt. Jeremy
and I shared a passion for rank men, so I wasn't surprised to see him raise
Karl's arms and lean in to his pits.

"Mmmmm, nice buddy," said Jeremy to Karl. "You smell good enough to eat."

Jeremy's long tongue darted out. Karl's head rolled back and he whimpered
with pleasure. As he kept licking Karl's armpit, Jeremy lowered his pants
and underwear. He had very little body hair, but a sculpted form and a
sweet scent.

Evan, by now, had both arms up behind his head, enjoying waves of pleasure
from my tongue, lips and hands.

"There's more over here when you're done, Jer," said Evan, glancing down at
his own pits.

Karl guided Jeremy over to Evan and I. Karl stood on one side of Evan while
Jeremy stood on the other. Both quietly began stroking their dicks. They
each leaned in and sniffed one of Evan's pits. I pulled off of Evan's dick
and started licking his balls so I could look up for a better view. I saw
Jeremy begin to lick Evan's pit while Karl began to lick one of his
nipples. I reached up and started to stroke Evan's cock.

Evan gasped and seemed in a trance. The three of us spent several minutes
drawing the pleasure out of him. Evan's face gradually flushed and his
breathing shallowed. I knew he was close. I reached my other hand between
his legs and, with one finger, gently began to tease his hole.

"Oh, fuck..." he said, half sighing. "Oh fuck..."

I felt Evan's balls tense up and placed my face directly in front of his
cock. Jeremy and Karl were now each licking a pit and pumping their
cocks. With his free hand, Karl massaged Evan's ass, while Jeremy rubbed
Evan's back.

"I'm gonna Ñ- oh God, I'm gonna cum!" Evan gasped.

The first three volleys coated my lips and beard. I opened my mouth and
took the next two on my tongue. The rest dribbled down my chest.

I looked up. Evan's eyes were closed, lost in pleasure. Jeremy and Karl
were looking down at me, pumping their cocks furiously. I pushed some of
the semen in my mouth out onto my lips and down my chin, alternately
staring at Karl and Jeremy.

"Yeah, give it to me, guys," I said.

Without warning, Karl shot his load in thick ropes, coating my cheek, chin
and chest. Moments later, Jeremy came all over my chest. The three men
stood back, admiring their work. I had cum running down my face and torso.

"You fucking slut," said Karl, with a playful grin. "Stroke yourself off
for us, babe."

Still kneeling, I jerked my cock. Jeremy's dick hadn't softened yet, so I
leaned in and took it into my mouth, drawing out more of his cum and mixing
it with the taste of Evan's. I closed my eyes and savored the sensation of
those loads running down my face, neck and torso. Glancing up, I saw Karl
and Evan making out. Jeremy was staring down at me.

"Rub that cum all over you, whore," he said.

I kept his cock in my mouth and used my hands to spread the loads around,
all across my face, neck, shoulders, chest, stomach, cock and balls. The
smell excited me. So did Jeremy's judgmental glare.

"Yeah, you dirty boy," said Jeremy. "Now show us how much you like it."

I started stroking again. Jeremy slipped his softening cock out of my mouth
and kneeled down on the floor, facing me. He took my face in his hands and
rested his forehead against mine. We were both breathing heavily,
nose-to-nose, with our mouths nearly touching. He was still coming down
from his orgasm and I was building up to mine. With each inhale, it felt as
if I were drawing in some of the sexual energy that Jeremy was exhaling.

"You smell like a whore," he whispered.

I leaned forward, licking his lips and kissing him. Between kisses, Jeremy
kept coaxing me.

"You look so good with those loads all over you," he said.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, pumping faster.

"Yeah, you little cum slut," Jeremy said.

With his hands, Jeremy collected some of the cum from my beard, wiping it
across my lips and tongue.

Above us, I heard Karl and Evan.

"Do it, Jim," said Karl.

"Show us what a man you are," added Evan.

Jeremy fondled my nipples and licked my lips. I was past the point of no
return.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum," I gasped.

Jeremy kissed me as I shot my load on his leg, cock and stomach. As I
finished, I sighed contently, feeling simultaneously content and
exhausted. With his long arms, Jeremy pulled me into an embrace.

"That was hot, buddy," he said, holding me. "Thank you. Thank you for
sharing yourself with us."

That was Jeremy all over. He often expressed a sincere appreciation after
any intense, connective experience with another guy -- be it sex or just a
fulfilling conversation. Last Saturday, he said it to me twice: once after
we'd shared stories about our childhoods and another time, hours later,
after we jerked off together. Acknowledging and expressing this gratitude
seemed to be baked into his personal philosophy. It always made me blush,
but I was also learning to simply enjoy and accept it.

"Thanks to you too," I said.

Jeremy turned his head and started kissing my neck.

"I'm so glad I came out here to see what was going on," he mumbled.

"Oh shit. Did we draw you away from your work?" I asked. I'd forgotten
that, while it was a half day for me, it wasn't a half day for everyone
else.

"Nah, not really," Jeremy said, sliding his hands down my back. "It's a
pretty light day, and I emailed my coworkers that I was taking a long
lunch. Though I should get back soon, I suppose."

"Time for a shower?" I asked, conscious of the mess I'd made on him. "We
could both use one."

"You read my mind," said Jeremy. "Hey Karl, Evan. You guys mind if we cut
in front of you to get cleaned up?"

"Be our guest," said Karl. "We know you have to get back to work, and Jim
here is filthy in the best sense of the word."

The basement bathroom included a shower that could comfortably hold two --
or three with some careful choreography. Joey and I had discovered that a
few weeks ago with Tyler, another former roommate. Tyler and I had pounded
Joey in the shower, while Tyler's boyfriend Matt filmed us. The sex was
great, but coordinating three bodies in that space required a lot of
negotiation. Our blooper reel was almost better than the final version of
the film. Matt had edited both and shared them with all of us.

Today, Jeremy and I were more business-like in the shower. We washed
ourselves and each other -- and chatted about work and the holidays. Still
curious about Dominic upstairs, I also probed Jeremy for information.

"So you knew that Dom might drop in?" I asked.

"No, though I saw him upstairs earlier when I came up to get a snack," said
Jeremy. "I had to rush back downstairs for a conference call, so I didn't
have long with them. Just long enough to give Dom a hug and hear what he's
been up to."

"So he and Joey weren't fucking yet?" I asked, scrubbing his back.

Jeremy threw his head back and laughed.

"No, though it doesn't surprise me that they eventually got down to
business," he said. "Seems like they were having a nice heart-to-heart. I
wish I could've stayed and heard more. I hadn't seen Dom in more than a
year."

"Why not?" I asked. "Did Dom have a falling out with everyone?"

"No, not really," said Jeremy, turning me around and soaping up my back and
ass. "He just grew distant after the wedding."

"Dom's married?!" I said. I couldn't contain my surprise.

"Yeah, that's one reason why he's here," said Jeremy. "Dom and his wife are
divorcing."

I turned around to put my head under the warm jet. This was too much to
process about the sexy man I just saw pounding Joey. About 30 seconds went
by. Jeremy massaged the back of my neck with one hand.

"So... Dom's bisexual?" I finally asked.

"He is, babe," said Jeremy. "It was always hard for us to remember that he
also likes women. He used to be like we all are now -- always fucking
around with each other."

Jeremy soaped his hands and washed my cock and balls. I stayed soft, since
it was too soon after blowing my load for me to get hard again. But I still
felt gentle waves of pleasure from Jeremy's soft, strong hands.

"When Dom fell in love with Annie, he was honest about it with us -- and
how it meant that he'd be distancing himself from our group," Jeremy
said. "We understood it, and we loved him for dedicating himself to Annie
like that. Hell, we were all at the wedding!"

Jeremy's voice rose slightly as he mentioned the wedding. There was
tension, and a little sadness, in his voice. I pulled him into the warm
stream with me, kissing his neck.

"Thanks, Jim," said Jeremy. "It's just that we didn't think we'd 'lose' him
entirely when he got married -- lose him as a friend, I mean. That said, we
were happy for the two of them and wanted it to work out."

"So seeing him back here makes you happy -- but also a little sad, eh?" I
offered.

"Yeah, because it means that they've been through a lot of tough times and
heartbreak," Jeremy said.

We finished our shower in silence. As we dried off, another thought
occurred to me.

"Hey, Jer. Has anyone else left like Dom did?"

"Nope," he answered. "Of course, some have moved out -- like Tyler and Matt
when they got married. Or Adam when he got a job out-of-state. But they
still come around when they can. Matt and Tyler are here once a week, at
least. For Adam, it's more like once or twice a year. Dom and Annie didn't
move that far away, but Dom... He just drifted away."

Jeremy dressed and went back to his home office to finish his work. Karl
and Evan each gave me a kiss on the cheek and went for their turn in the
shower. I slipped my underwear back on and laid on their bed for a few
minutes, listening to the sound of the shower and their muffled
conversation.

After awhile, I became aware of another sound, a muffled moan. It wasn't
coming from the bathroom. I stepped out into the hallway and
listened. Jeremy was on the phone with his co-workers again, but the moan
wasn't coming from his office. It was coming from upstairs.

Silently, I mounted the stairs. It didn't sound like Joey's voice. I knew
his vocalizations too well. As I reached the top of the staircase, the
moans became louder and sharper. I knew what I hoped I'd find. It was just
a matter of taking one more step to confirm it.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the stairwell door and walked into the
living room. Dominic and Joey were on a rug on the floor. Dom was facing
me, but with his eyes shut and mouth open as he moaned and gasped. He was
completely naked, covered in sweat and perched on all fours. Behind him,
Joey, on his knees, was fucking Dominic with a look of pure joy on his
face.

I stood there gobsmacked. I'd seen Joey in just about every conceivable
position over the past few months, but I'd never seen him fuck anyone -- or
express a desire to.

"It's just not something I'm into that much," Joey had told me one night
after Tyler and I had double-penetrated him. "It's something I do so seldom
these days."

Now, though, I was seeing a whole different side of Joey. He looked
playfully aggressive as he thrust in and out of Dom's ass. He had both of
his hands on Dom's hips, holding them tight. His eyes were shut, his lips
were curled into a spritely and passionate grin. He breathed heavily with
each thrust into Dom.

I'm not sure how many minutes passed, but eventually Joey opened his
eyes. Seeing me, he smiled widely, showing his teeth.

"Hey there, Jimmy boy," Joey said softly. "You like watching me fuck this
hot specimen?"

I smiled and nodded. I wished this show would never end.

Dominic slowly opened his eyes. Staring at me, he smiled and whimpered
through Joey's thrusts.

"Damn Joey, that feels so good," said Dominic. "Your cock is just what I
needed."

Though Dom was talking to Joey, he was staring at me. Almost
absentmindedly, I massaged my cock through my underwear. It was still going
to be awhile before I could cum again, but I wanted them to know how much I
enjoyed this view.

Joey picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster. Dom closed his eyes
briefly, adjusting to the new rhythm -- his face growing redder with
pleasure. He looked over his shoulder at Joey.

"Yeah, Joey," he said. "I bred you earlier, now you need to breed me."

Turning back around to face me, Dom added, "And Jim here needs to see it."

Joey moaned. He was obviously getting closer. Dom kept staring at me,
grinning.

Finally, he said, "Come on down here, Jimmy. I want us to have a proper
introduction."

I took a few paces to the edge of the rug, then crawled on all fours
towards them. I perched right in front of Dom -- face-to-face, inches
apart. I leaned in to feel his forceful exhales as Joey fucked him. Dom
smelled rank -- like sweat and semen. I stuck out my tongue and licked his
lips. He opened his mouth and his tongue met mine, then our lips.

"Damn, Jimmy," Dom said between kisses. "I can taste cum in your mouth, you
lucky devil."

"Yeah," I said, kissing his beard. "Been busy downstairs."

I looked over Dom's shoulder. Joey's eyes were again closed. He was lost in
the rhythm of his own pleasure.

Facing Dom, so close I'm sure he could still smell the loads on my breath,
I said to the man fucking him, "Come on, Joey. Breed his ass. Make him glad
he came back to you -- and to me."

Joey tensed up, and buried his cock deep in Dominic's ass.

"I'm cumming!" he shouted.

Dom trembled and I pressed my lips to his. He moaned with pleasure as we
kissed.

"Yeah, Joey," Dom called out. "I can feel it. I can feel you shooting your
load in me."

Joey moaned as he emptied his balls into Dom. The pace of his thrusts
slowed to a crawl, and then stopped. He slid his hands from Dom's hips up
his sweaty back and then around his torso, squeezing his body in a tight
embrace. With one swift movement, Joey pulled his cock out of Dom's ass and
crawled onto the floor next to us. I moved over to make room for him and he
brought us face up to ours.

"That was wonderful, sweet man," Joey said to Dom, kissing him. "I missed
being inside of you."

"I missed it too," said Dom. "I think we both needed that."

"And thanks to you too, Jimmy!" Joey said, leaning over to kiss me. "You
helped push me over the edge. Apparently all I needed was a special
audience."

"My pleasure, Joey," I said, blushing. I looked over at Dominic and he
winked. He raised one hand from the floor and tossled my hair. The smell
coming from his pits was amazing. I quietly moaned with pleasure, feeling
my cock stir again.

Joey raised himself up.

"Well, I need to run upstairs and shower " and then go run some last-minute
errands for our holiday meals," he said. "Dom, you sure you can't stay?"

"I'm afraid not," Dom said. "I've to get back to the house tonight to do
some more sorting and packing over the next few days. I want to start the
new year with a new perspective."

I was still on all fours. Dom rolled over onto his back, his head just
below mine. He raised his arms up along the floor in a stretch, exposing
his pits to me. He looked up at me as he and Joey were chatting.

"When will you be back?" asked Joey.

"Maybe later this week," said Dom. "Now that we're back in contact, I can
let you all know."

"I'd like that, and I'm not the only one," said Joey. I looked over at Joey
and saw him standing naked by the stairs, about to head up to the
shower. His perfect ass perched expectantly on his hips. Over his shoulder,
he was glancing directly at me with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, Dom," said Joey. "I think you've made a new friend here. You two
cuddle up. I'll be back down to say good-bye!"

He sprinted up the steps two at a time. Joey's energy was unbelievable.

As soon as he left, I felt one of Dom's strong hands on the back of my
neck.

"Go on, buddy," he said. "I heard you whimper when I raised my arm
earlier. It's okay if you want to get in there."

Dom had a sweet and savory natural odor. He didn't wear deodorant. I leaned
in to his right pit, then pivoted over to the left. Both were rank and
sweaty from fucking Joey and getting fucked in return.

"You like that, Jimmy?" Dom asked. "You like my scent?"

As an answer, I crawled over him and turned myself around so that our
bodies were aligned. I embraced his furry torso, and inched my face back up
toward his pits. I kissed one, then the other. I stuck out my tongue and
licked them, tasting Dom's ripe scent.

I heard him sigh, and felt his kisses on my forehead.

"Come up here," he said softly, almost in a whisper.

I scooted myself up the rug. We both turned on our sides, facing each
other. I noticed that Dom's eyes were hazel overall, but one also had
flecks of brown along the rim -- making his eyes appear dichromatic up
close. I felt like I could look into them for hours. Dom was smiling and
seemed content. He kissed me on the nose, each cheek and finally my lips.

I reached up to the sofa and pulled two blankets onto us. The floor wasn't
very comfortable, but I didn't want to move. As I covered us up, Dom
wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.

There was so much that I wanted to know about him, yet at that moment I
felt no rush to pour out my questions. Instead, I turned my head and leaned
against Dom's chest, listening to his heartbeat. Upstairs, we heard the
shower going. We dozed for a few minutes until laughter form downstairs --
Evan and Karl -- woke us. Upstairs, Joey had turned off the shower. Dom
squeezed me and I embraced him, running my hands along his back and down to
his ass, feeling the light dusting of hair.

Dom sighed.

"I wish I didn't have to go," he said.

"Must you, though?" I asked playfully.

"I'm afraid I do," he said, his heartbeat rising. "There's a lot to do
these days."

"How long were you here?" I asked, breaking our embrace and leaning up on
one elbow. With my fingers, I traced the outline of one nipple on his
chest.

"Came in very early this morning for some legal appointments," he said
vaguely.

Dom paused, seemingly deep in thought. Then suddenly he added, "I'm in the
middle of a divorce, you know."

I wasn't sure what to say. Every word or phrase of comfort or sympathy that
came to mind seemed like a clich‚. I decided instead to go with honesty.

"I heard," I said. "This must be hard for you."

"It is, Jim. It is," said Dom. "I figured Joey must've told some of you. I
texted him last week -- figured I should start confirming the rumors that'd
been making their way around our various circles of friends."

Dom looked up at me intently. I stroked his cheek.

"Anyway, my wife and I are doing most of this remotely, via our attorneys,"
he continued. "But I had a safety deposit box to close, and I met with a
family attorney about redoing my will after the divorce -- once we've
settled things like our house, the car, things like that. I bunched all of
the appointments together so well that I ended up finishing everything I
needed to do by late-morning. So, I texted Joey to see if we could
reconnect."

At "reconnect," Dom smiled. He paused again for a few moments.

"Even when I was married, I missed Joey's circle," he said tenderly.

"You know, I've never heard it called 'Joey's circle' before," I said. "But
I guess that's what we are, isn't it? All guys gathered by him."

"It really is," said Dom. "I'm glad to see that, even after I left, Joey
kept up the same routine -- meeting great guys and bringing them into the
group. Sharing, growing close, helping, supporting, encouraging and working
through difficulties together -- even as some of the group pair off like
Matt and Tyler."

"Or Evan and Karl," I offered.

"Yeah," said Dom, stroking my arm. "Joey's good at reading people. He knows
just the sort of guys who are up for this arrangement. It's really
something. This big group of guys, all monogamous with each other. Working
through jealousies, shame, fears."

"You know, that's true again," I said. "I've never thought of how it
works. I've just accepted that it does."

"Well, you're new here," Dom offered. "Also, I've spent the past two years
thinking so much about why I felt crushed to leave it for my marriage. It's
not that it's a group of men. I love a woman's body almost as much as a
man's. It's that this was a cohesive, loving group for me."

"It still is," I said. "And we'd love to have you here."

"Well said!" exclaimed Joey, startling us.

Dom laughed and looked up. Joey stood over us in jeans and a brown
sweater. Dom got up, letting the blankets drop, and wrapped his arms around
Joey.

"Thanks, Joey," said Dom. "I'm not sure how much I'll be around the next
few months, but this feels like a good first step to me."

"Great, babe," said Joey. "Want to shower before you go?"

"I probably should," he said. "Should I use the upstairs bathroom?"

"Yup," Joey said. "Help yourself."

"Great," said Dom. He pointed down to me and added, "I'll be back, so don't
go far."

"So ordered," I said, mocking a salute.

And with that, Dom skipped upstairs completely naked. Both Joey and I
lingered at the view.

"I'm glad you two are getting to know one another," said Joey. "He's going
to need our support going forward -- and more."

"I'm happy to help, however I can," I said, standing up.

Joey looked over at me with a twinkle in his eye.

"I know you will," he said, reaching down and tossing my hair.