CLUTCH
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By Bix Meister
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CLUTCH
Part 2
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Though I'm a
runner, I'm not a marathoner. The difference was obvious when the annual
marathon was held, and thousands invaded our city. I winced lifting my butt
from the pickup seat before heading into the store. I thought back to the
pleasure I experienced the previous afternoon, and I realized the discomfort
was worth it.
I had to
laugh as I entered the store. I always felt like a stud in my uniform. Linda
thought it made my ass look great. Anyone in the store who might agree with her,
had no idea that I'd been thoroughly fucked the evening before. Something about
that gave a spring to my step. That boost of confidence continued throughout
the day, and weekend as my official duties were again focused on public safety
with the influx of runners and their families.
Hunter's
morning text showed he was feeling the same boost in confidence:
"My coworkers know I'm Gay but I doubt any
of them would believe I just fucked the Fire Chief."
"Oh, Good morning, Clutch."
"I hope we're still on schedule to leave on Sunday."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you that even though my cabin is secluded, I
have a "friend" who stops by."
"You'll like his benefits."
I didn't
want to correct Hunter on my title, after all I was up for a promotion soon, so
I didn't want to jinx it. However, between
Hunter's quickfire texts, and texts from Linda, I had an eventful morning. I
was lucky not to confuse the two especially when I sent Hunter a pic that I had
taken last night of my dick in his furry butt. Although Linda did say she
wanted pics, I didn't feel comfortable sharing that.
I wasn't
100% comfortable with what was happening with my furry Otter, Hunter, even if
Linda was. However, a few glances at the photo I sent Hunter, boned me up. An approving
look from a bearded employee gave me even more confidence. I hope I wasn't too
obvious when I stopped back in his department and asked about swim trunks for
my vacation. I know I got a rise from him when I looked at his nametag and said,
"Do you think they'll work for me Brent? My friend who owns the cabin says they
needed to be easily removed since privacy meant we might be skinny dipping."
"You can
also use the running shorts you bought last time since they have a liner and
are quick dry." He spoke. Again, it was an ego boost for this handsome man to
have remembered me, I wasn't wearing my uniform then. When I picked out two
trunks he said, "Have fun, Bud. Have fun with them, or without them." For a second, I thought he was talking about Hunter
and his beneficial friend, but then I realized he was talking about the trunks,
or was he?
Between the
marathon and my official duties, I was too busy over the next few days to see Hunter,
but texts with him and texts with Linda kept me occupied in my off time. Later
that afternoon I stopped by home for a break and caught a glimpse of my butt in
the bedroom mirror. Maybe Linda, Hunter and the bearded guy at the store were
right, my ass looked damn fine in my uniform pants. I laid back on the bed,
fished out my growing dick and stroked out a load. I had to be careful with one
official function later, but I aimed my load at my left hand, and slurped down
the cum without spilling a drop. Afterwards I took a quick shower, redressed,
and spent the evening shaking hands with people who had no idea where my hands
were 24 hours before.
I couldn't
understand why my secret brought me so much joy, or why I was looking at men in
a different way. I guess my wife was right and Hunter simply unearthed a long
hidden bisexual side. Later I sat down with my laptop and searched one-handed.
I discovered that my high school friend was right, and furry guys were more my
type, whether Otters, Cubs or Bears. I decided that the guy at the store was
probably a Polar Bear, and yeah, Brent could get it.
I was
enjoying my evening, naked and stroking and decided I'd end it with some porn.
I bypassed my favorite straight porn and headed to the bi-porn.
I couldn't relate to it. I couldn't see myself, Linda and another man, Hunter
for example, fucking around. Me and Linda together, fine, I'd be boned up. Me,
lifting the Polar Bear's legs and fucking his butt, fuck yeah, but all three,
the thought made me go limp.
I started
clicking around and saw someone like me, a bald, furry, goateed guy with an
ample butt playing with a bearded older guy with a military cut, and my dick
shot straight up. I wasn't five minutes into the video before I was unloading
on my gut. I grabbed a quick pic to share with Linda, or Hunter.
Just before
10 I was nodding off when I got a text from Hunter.
"Heading into work. When I get home tomorrow. I'm going straight to
sleep. I'll pick you up on Sunday then we'll head to the cabin."
"Okay, something for you to
think about while you work tonight."
I then attached my photo from earlier
and sent it.
The rest of the marathon weekend was a
whirlwind. I helped at the aid station at the half-way point, then made the
obligatory appearances at Bayfront. The other Assistant Fire Chief Trevor was
there, and well on his way to being blitzed so I reminded him of my vacation
starting the next day and he needed to cut himself off. I got the usual
attitude from him, though he assured me that my vacation could go on as planned.
Jeffrey
stopped by early Sunday morning. "Soooooo, who is
this friend with a cabin? I thought I knew most of your friends, I don't recall
you talking about a someone with a cabin."
"Well, he's
a new friend," I said. I knew Jeffrey saw through me. "Jeffrey, you know all my
secrets, including my top secret. This just might beat that."
"Which top
secret? That you and Linda have an open relationship? Or the glory hole?"
Jeffrey asked.
"I guess
it's a combo of the two," I said. "Tell me Jeffrey, why do I trust you with my
secrets?"
"Because I
trust you with mine. Though I'm not sure my secrets are in your league. And now
you're telling me this is bigger?"
"Jeff, I've
got a fuck buddy," I blurted out.
Jeffrey recoiled
in mock horror at my answer, but also that I called him Jeff. I think calling
him Jeff was the bigger sin. "Collin, I've told you thousands of times that I
was born Jeffrey and born Gay. I don't know anyone named Jeff. So, this fuck
buddy, are they the one with the cabin?"
"You can use
the pronouns he, him and his. Yes, HE is my fuck buddy, It's HIS cabin, and I
had some mind-blowing sex with HIM on Thursday night. Jeffrey, you've always
been honest about being gay. I realize I haven't been honest about who I am.
Though I've gotten my share of head at glory holes, one blow job didn't make me
bi. But after Thursday, I've gone far beyond that."
"About
fucking time," Jeffrey said. "So, are you top, bottom, or?" Jeffrey asked.
"I did a
little of all of that, I guess I'm open to finding out what I am," I responded.
So, was he a
twink you know, like I used to be? Oh, I know you
like cubbies. Ohhh," Jeffrey laughed. "He's a Daddy
Bear just like you."
You like
having fun at my expense, don't you?" I said. "Here I need
your help figuring out how I am going to navigate this situation and you just
want to make light of it."
"Okay, how
can I help you?" Jeffrey asked.
"I know you
and Lawrence have an open relationship. How do you make it work?"
"I know
where my heart is, with Lawrence. You know your heart is with Linda."
"But what if
I fall in love with Hunter?"
"Hunter?
Fuck Buddy has a name? And back to where you said you did a little of
everything. Does that mean he..."
"I got
rimmed, took a dick up my ass, sucked, fucked, and rimmed him, not necessarily
in that order. Jeffrey, why now? I mean I've always considered myself a
straight man who infrequently lets men suck him. If I ever considered myself
bi, I'd still be mostly straight. But for those few hours – Jeffrey, I was 100
percent on the Gay side. I really don't know why and how this happened. Like I
said, why now?"
"Why now? Listen,
that's a question only you can answer. You've had opportunities, and this time,
you gave into your desires. You do realize the desires have always been there,
whether you'll acknowledge that or not. You are a bit of a cock-tease after
all."
"What do you
mean by that?" I asked.
"Collin,
you're my best friend, always have been. You were there for a Gay high schooler
who positively flamed as Lawrence would say. You were my best friend and stood
up to all the jocks and classmates who'd make fun of me. Others might call you
Clutch because of what you did in sports, I'd say it because of what you've
done for me. You've been there for me ever since, meeting friends, and
potential boyfriends. And let's just say I've seen you turn on the Collin charm
more than once. And it's always been for guys a little bit higher on the
masculine scale than me."
"Really? How
come you are just telling me this now? And one more thing. Don't put yourself
down, saying you flamed and comparing yourself to other men. You are who you
are, and you've shown more strength in being yourself than the assholes who
would put you down. That is what ultimately makes you a man."
"Aww, thanks
Collin. I don't know why I've never pointed it out. I suppose I thought it
would make you self-conscious. So, your fuck buddy, Hunter. Tell me a bit about
his physical appearance."
I remembered
how on Thursday I had stretched at the edge of Hunter's driveway, before
looking him over. Damn, Jeffrey was right, I was a cock-tease for guys like Hunter.
"I think you'd call him an Otter. Though his chest is not as hairy as mine is. He
has a full beard and looks like one of the hipsters you'd see at the breweries
down in the Craft district."
Jeffrey raised
his left brow, "See, you have a type. Alas, I am not that type. But let's be
honest. We were never meant to be lovers, though I do love you, Collin. And
that's the thing Collin. You know how I say love is not like a pie, that if I
give love to you, it means I have less love for Lawrence. Maybe that is the
answer to how this will work out for you and Linda."
"I'm not so
sure if that is the answer, Jeffrey. Maybe this is just a test of my marriage."
"If it is,
you'll pass the test. Listen, I know your furry Otter will be showing up soon.
You have Linda's blessing and mine too. I'll call you if anything happens with
the house so don't worry."
Minutes
after Jeffrey left, I heard Hunter's Jeep. We made quick work of loading my
gear. "The forecast calls for sun so it's gonna be
top down. Like they say, sun's out, gun's out." Hunter flexed his bicep. "I
hope you don't mind."
Hunter
winked, took off his tank top and threw it in the Jeep. I climbed in beside him
without removing my shirt. When we were on the highway, I glanced at him. The
wind was blowing through his full beard. Dappled sunlight caught flecks of gold, his beard shimmered. I was admiring his muscular arms
and chest as my eyes travelled down to his tight gut, and the bulge in his
shorts.
Maybe
Jeffrey was right. I did have a type when it came to men and Hunter was dead
center in the bullseye. Just a glance at him caused a rush of endorphins. I was
caught up in a moment which his voice interrupted. "We're going to have fun,
Clutch," Hunter said as he put his hand on my thigh. "Just wait `til you meet Duncan.
He has a surprise for me. I wonder if it will match the surprise, we
have for him."
"How do you
know he'll be up for it. Or what if I'm not his type, or he's not mine?"
"I saw how
you were playing with my fur, Bud. Oh, he's your type. And if you don't hit it
off, we have the boat, a lake full of fish, and Dunc's a big gamer. We won't be
fuckin' all the time, Bud. Unless of course you want that."
"Hunter, I'm
just looking forward to a week with nothing scheduled. I want to be spontaneous
and if that means just sitting around doing nothing, fine. Tell me more about
Duncan."
"I've known
him for well over a decade. We've owned our cabin for as long as I remember.
Dad built it in the 70s and we'd spend most of the summer weekends there. Dad
bought the land when property was cheap, so we have a lot of lake frontage. The
next lot was owned by Duncan's family, and he started to visit. We became great
friends. He's shorter than me, a real furball, and he wears swim trunks about
two sizes too small. Then one night that second summer, we were enjoying a late-night
swim, and decided to ditch the trunks. You can guess what happened."
"Something
like what we did the other night?"
"Mostly just
kissing and sucking dick. Look at me, I'm yelling `bout kissing and sucking
dick."
I had to
laugh. Hunter had raised his voice to be heard over the sound of the wind and
the road. I felt my heart skip as he told the story, blushing while relating
how he and Duncan explored their sexuality. "Over the years we got a little
careless and dad caught us. `I don't want to see that,' dad told us. My dad was
a man of few words, and I knew when I fucked up. We cooled it for a bit after
that. But... that reminds me, Duncan has a hot butt too, a lot like yours,
Clutch."
"So - you
found a way to play with Duncan without your dad knowing?"
"Dad liked
Duncan. He probably knew we were still fucking, but..." I saw Hunter choke up. "The
last time Dad was at the cabin he said to Duncan, `Take care of my boy, son.'"
I reached
over and caressed his thigh. I could tell he was holding back tears. I couldn't
believe how fast I was feeling affection for this man and again I questioned
how it would impact my marriage to Linda.
Hunter's
silence continued until we turned towards his lake property. He pointed to the
important landmarks I needed to know in case I was driving alone. After his tutorial,
I suggested that I could just drop a pin on my phone's app and let GPS take me
here the next time.
"I guess I'm
my dad's son after all," Hunter said with a smile. "Look, Duncan must be here,
that's his truck." Hunter pulled his Jeep alongside a truck that looked
familiar to me, then honked his horn. "Remember, Duncan doesn't know you are
coming along, we gotta be quiet."
"I'm around
the side with your surprise," Duncan yelled. I liked his deep voice and started
to conjure an image of him. Short, stocky, furry, deep voice and a nice ass. I
wondered what Gay animal type Jeffrey would classify him as. I seem to remember
him calling someone a Pocket Bear, maybe that was it.
As we
rounded the corner of Hunter's A-frame cabin, I saw a privacy fence which
looked new. "Fuck, look at that," Hunter whispered. "That must be the
surprise." We followed the fence to a gate. I quietly opened it to reveal
Duncan's naked body lying face-down on a wooden bench made of new lumber. "Fuck,"
Hunter whispered.
"That's the
plan," Duncan answered, his voice deep and yearning. Hunter nudged me to enter.
I stepped up to the deck and walked towards Duncan. His thick body was
glistening with sweat in the midday sun. I straddled him and began massaging
his wide shoulders. The summer sweat dampened the fur on his shoulders as I
kneaded his muscles to the nape of his thick neck.
Duncan shivered,
raised his ass, and adjusted his dick so it pointed down between his thick
thighs. "Fuckin' hot, bro," Duncan continued to groan appreciatively as I
massaged him down toward his furry butt. The small of his back proved to be a
real turn on to me. I could feel my dick leaking into my packed jock. I may
have taken our prank a little too far as I ground my package against the crack
of his ass.
"Rim me bro.
I just showered, so chow down," Duncan said.
"Maybe we
should be introduced first," I said.
Duncan
nearly knocked me on my butt as he jumped up. "What the fuck, Bro. Who the fuck
are you?"
Hunter
joined us, laughing. "Bro, this is my friend, Collin, he is my surprise.
Collin, meet Duncan."
Duncan shook
my hand and pulled me into a bro-hug. "Well, this is awkward," he whispered.
"I'm naked and hard..." he said.
"And I'm not
complaining." I replied. Duncan smiled at my compliment. He wasn't handsome,
but he exuded a natural masculinity that I was drawn to. I saw his intense
brown eyes and wondered how he broke his thick nose. His broad smile was framed
by a wavy, dense beard. My eyes continued their tour down the front of his
naked body the same way that my hands had done earlier on his back.
At about
5'7" the tour was a quick, but enjoyable one. I was slightly jealous of the fur
that covered his chest, it was thicker than mine. I envisioned myself,
post-sex, napping, using his pecs as pillows. His round, ball-gut, with its
sweat-matted fur, bounced slightly as he moved. Then there was his dick, his
thick, stubby torpedo shaped dick and two oversized balls.
"Hot, isn't
he?" Hunter whispered into my ear. I nodded.
"So..." Duncan
said. "We've met each other formally, and my butt is still freshly showered."
Duncan got on his hands and knees on the bench then looked back at us. "Hunter, lock the gate. Collin, get naked and
have at it."
My shorts
were off in seconds, but I kept my jock. I kneeled behind Duncan and held each
cheek, slowly spread them, then leaned forward, inhaling his musk, teasing him
with my goatee. Though the small of his back was hairless, the fur swirled on
his butt. I tongued his left cheek, tasting the sweat that mingled with the
fur. I then licked the length of his ass-crack. I then dragged my nose along
his crack, inhaling the spit-enhanced man-musk and the lingering scent of soap.
"Oh fuck,
bro," Duncan groaned when I pulled his meaty butt cheeks apart and nibbled and
licked at his hole. He raised his butt slightly, I licked further down to his
taint, then his balls, then back up to his hole. His appreciative moans drove
me, as my tongue loosened his sphincter.
"This is so
fuckin' hot," Hunter said. I had almost forgotten that he was there, but the
hand on my shoulder reminded me of his presence. "Can I join in?" I scooted to
the side to give him the okay.
Hunter took
over, rimming Duncan aggressively. "Oh fuck, that's it, bro. Eat my hole,"
Duncan half-shouted. I heard boats out on the lake, and worried that we were
too noisy. I walked to the front of the bench and pulled Duncan's face to my
jock clad dick. He tongued the length of my hard dick, then using one hand, yanked
the waist band down. I stroked out a
large amount of precum and then streaked it across his hungry tongue.
"Eat it, bro."
Hunter's low voice urged Duncan on. "I knew you'd like my surprise. Just wait
`til you rim him. Clutch takes tongue and dick like a pro."
Duncan let
go of my dick then looked up. "Clutch huh? I finally meet your fantasy man. And
you say he likes to get rimmed and fucked?"
Duncan
jumped to his feet. "Your turn, bro. I want a piece of the ass that turned our
boy here, gay. How do you want to start?"
I laid back
on the bench, my legs straddling it for a few seconds before I pulled them up.
"Oh, fuck, Clutch," Duncan said. "I'm gonna eat me
some daddy butt."
I watched
between my thighs as Duncan slowly lifted them higher, then stroked his precum
coated knob along my crack. He lowered his face to my butt, inhaled, and began
licking, stroking, nibbling, and fingering my butt and hole. He didn't linger
on any aspect of the rimjob, his technique was random
but effective. I was pumping out precum which he'd either slurp down, or scoop
up and apply to my hole, before going back to rimming.
He lifted
his head. His beard was unruly, sloppy with spit. His intense eyes caught mine
as he lifted my legs to his furry shoulders. He gave me a questioning look, I
nodded approval. He lifted my legs higher, then I felt him place his blunt knob
against my hole. He threw his head back, his eyes closed as he slowly entered
me.
"Oh fuck," I
heard Duncan and Hunter say in unison when Duncan bottomed out. From the get-go
I knew it wouldn't be a slow and easy fuck. I was ready for his animalistic
rutting. Duncan was snarling and growling as he sawed his dick into my butt. Hunter
stroked, caressed, and encouraged us, going from man to man, getting close to the
action.
"Show him
the other reason we call you Clutch, Clutch," Hunter said. I used my butt
muscles to clamp down on Duncan's thick dick. I could tell Duncan liked how my hole
gripped his dick, and I loved how his dick, wider at the base, opened my butt
completely on every thrust.
Duncan
slowed the thrusts to lean back and watch as fucked me. He nodded for Hunter to
get closer. "See how his butt opens for me, bro. That's how it looks when I fuck you." Duncan
let Hunter watch, then pulled him in for a kiss. After a brief and gentle
interlude, Duncan began slamming into me. I could no longer time my clutches to
his thrusts. Duncan didn't need the extra friction as he lifted my legs one
last time, then unloaded in my ass.
An exhausted
Duncan pulled out quickly, almost too quickly. He then dropped my legs and slid
his body up against mine as he kissed me. "Great meeting you, Clutch," he said
in an almost whisper. "Are you ready for round two?"
Weakly I
nodded. I wasn't sure if I was or not, but something felt freeing. It wasn't
just a guy tapping my ass, it was me tapping into a side of me that I needed to
explore. Duncan kissed me again, then turned to Hunter. "Your turn," he said. "I
left enough cum for lube bro. It should be smooth sailing."
Hunter's
scowl returned. "On your knees, Clutch. But first put this on, I want to fuck
that jock-butt of yours."
I pulled the
jock on, but then yanked my dick and balls out of the pouch before getting into
position on the bench. Hunter licked my crack quickly, then placed his dick
against my hole. Duncan was right, my ass was well-lubed by his cum, and Hunter's
dick slid slowly in on one stroke.
Duncan stood
in front as Hunter began his thrusts. He teased me, rubbing his dick and balls,
then his gut across my face. I steadied myself with one hand on the bench, then
grabbed Duncan's ample butt to pull him close. I licked through the fur on
Duncan's ball-gut. Duncan leaned forward and massaged my shoulders and back
while Hunter fucked me.
"It's so
pretty watching that dick fucking your hole, bro. We might have our boy here beat in girth, but
he's got us by at least an inch in length. Show him how long your dick is,
bud," Duncan said. Hunter responded by slowly stroking out, leaving just the
knob, then quickly thrusting back in. On one of the strokes, Hunter pulled out
completely. "Look at that dick glisten, bro. That's my cum, but Clutch needs
more.
Hunter
responded by grabbing my butt, then plunging his dick back in, balls deep. Duncan
began kissing Hunter, who was fucking me deeply. Hunter's thrusts grew erratic as
they kissed, I knew he was close. "Oh fuck, bro" Hunter said between thrusts.
Duncan grabbed Hunter by the neck, kissed him long and deeply as Hunter came in
my ass.
I was out of
it for a few moments before Duncan and Hunter pulled me off the bench. Though I
was aware of everything that happened, I was slightly disoriented. Duncan and Hunter
were nonchalant walking around the deck naked as Duncan pointed out the details
of his surprise for Hunter. The nudity wasn't as freeing for me, and I started
to pull on my shorts.
"Bro, no
need to do that," Duncan said. "Besides, we might as well shower before you guys
unpack and put the boat in the lake."
The shower
time was frisky. I discovered that Duncan had a thing for my chest, much like I
had for his, and our difference in height meant he didn't have to bend to play
with my nipples, while Hunter washed his broad back. We dried in the afternoon
sun, then pulled on shoes to unload the Jeep. Then after we donned shorts, Hunter
expertly backed the Jeep and boat down a side access to the lake and Duncan and
I fired it up, took a tour up to his lake home, then back to Hunter's where he pulled
up to the dock.
From the
lake, Hunter's A-frame cabin looked modest, compared to many newer homes that
dotted the lake. I noticed the long undeveloped stretch of shoreline between
their two places, and how natural landscaping had created a privacy screen for
much of the property. As we got closer to the cabin, Duncan ditched his shorts.
I saw the ease again as he walked naked, though I wasn't comfortable enough yet
to join him.
Hunter gave
me a quick tour of his place. Its small kitchen and large open living room took
up half of the main floor. A small bedroom and bathroom were in the back, with
stairs leading up to a large loft. Hunter, usually a man of few words, was
talkative as he boasted about each detail his dad built into the home. "He
bought this land during the 70s during the Energy Crisis. At first, he'd just
camp up here. Then he met my mom, built her a cabin in 79, and I came along in
1981.
He stopped
for a moment to look at a group of pictures on a sofa table. "Excuse me guys. I
just realized this is my first time back here since pop died."
"C'mon,"
Duncan whispered. "Let's give him some space. Meet you out front."
Outside I
parked my butt on one of the three chairs on the front deck. Duncan joined me
and handed me a beer. "To my new friend," Duncan said, then took a gulp.
"Though you two really surprised me. I guess I shouldn't have just been there
ready for anyone to walk in, what if it was someone else?"
"I get ya," I said. "But you took at all pretty well, and I guess
in my way, I did too." I blushed, though I'm not sure Duncan noticed. "Duncan,
you're only the second guy ever to fuck me. Before last Thursday I never even
thought of being fucked. Now..."
Again, I
blushed. Duncan was absentmindedly playing with his dick. "That explains how
tight you were. How about rimming, new to that too?"
"Damn, Dunc.
I don't know how to say this, but." I held up my hand. "See this ring? I'm
married, to a woman that is. And I love pussy, but if you asked me right now,
I'd rather suck dick and eat ass then lick pussy. And I like to eat pussy."
"Well, we
have the dick sucking and butt munching in common. I tried fucking women, well,
one woman, and it's just not me bro. Hunter has never even tried with a woman.
He said his first crush, this guy called Clutch, made him know he was 100% gay.
Bro, in Hunter's mind you're legendary."
I rolled my
eyes, Duncan noticed. "Some legend," I said. "I'm me, average at best. And I
hope I'm not infringing on what you were planning to do this week." From
Duncan's sigh I knew I had. "Listen, if I am in the way, I'll find a way to
make myself scarce if needed. If you give me the keys I'll go stay at your
place, anything so you can have your time with him."
"No, we're
good, bro. It's just that I had another surprise for Hunter. I'll figure it
out. And," he looked at me. "Clutch... uh, never mind. I
don't think you'd understand. Listen, I might need your help and I might take
you up on your offer later this week, but I gotta
work through some things. But right now, I'd rather get a buzz with my new
friend. Now, if I only could convince him to get naked..."
I lifted my
ass off the seat and shucked my shorts down. "There, is that good for you?"
"You know,
all these years I hated your tall, athletic handsome self because you were
everything I never would be for Hunter. And now, I meet you and I should hate
you more, because you are even hotter than Hunter described you, and you are a
nice guy too." Duncan shook his head. "I can't help but like you bro."
"Likewise,"
I said, putting my hand on his knee. I took the last swig of beer. "Now about
that buzz you were talking about. I'm good with a buzz, just don't get me
drunk."
"Listen, I
want a clear head this week too. Like I said, I might need some space to figure
things out. However, I might as well have some fun in between."
Duncan rose.
I watched him enter the cabin. His powerful walk caused his butt to shake with
each step. I thought of his last words, that he might need some space to figure
things out. I knew that I too needed space and had a lot to figure out in the
week.
Thinking of Linda,
I grabbed my phone and texted her.
"Hey Babe. At the lake. You'd
like it here."
"Great, you caught me at a good time. We are in between shifts. I
think I'm coming home earlier than I thought. I can't wait to get back and, you
know."
I took a
quick selfie. Her text had an immediate impact on my dick, and the sweat
covering my naked body gave me a glow. I looked at the picture and thought,
"Hey, I'd tap that."
I sent a hasty
text.
"Are you in a private place? If
so, incoming"
After her
thumbs up, I sent the selfie and texted:
"Thinking of you."
"Fuck, are you outside naked?"
"And, are you sure you are thinking of me
and not your fuck buddy?"
"100% you. And maybe the lake,
and it being private enough that I'm out here getting sun on my balls. God I'm
horny Linda. Babe, we need to find a rental and spend a week at the lake."
"Well, you need some sun block on those big balls. I heard that sunlight
on balls helps produce testosterone. And if you are gonna
fuck men, and me too, you are gonna need all you can
get. LOL."
Just moments
before I questioned how I would deal with being married to a woman, while
discovering my need for sex with men. After a series of texts, I felt like I
was closer to having the answer. What Linda and I have is not perfect, but it
worked for us.
Moments
after I put down my phone, Duncan and Hunter joined me, one with a second beer,
the other with sunscreen.
Duncan threw
the sunscreen to me. "You don't want to fry those
balls, bro. We have plans for them later."
"We?" I
asked.
"Yeah, the
bed in the loft is big enough for the three of us," Hunter said. "I call
middle."
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