Date: Mon, 30 Mar 2020 13:41:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mike Austin <nasstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: GAY/BEGINNINGS- EDGEWATER DR Ch 17.

EDGEWATER DR					by Mike Austin
						nasstop@yahoo.com

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XVII.

As we closed the gate, David came up and welcomed us, giving hugs freely
and pausing with Ben and Jack; getting in the requisite "feel" of
each. Mine was much more restrained, thankfully so. It would have been a
challenge to define either of their roles, I'd often thought to myself so
just settled on their both being `vers'. Fleetwood Mac was coming through
the open atrium doors to which I gravitated with Jack. Ben ambled to a
military looking hunk at the opposite end of the pool and backyard. My
nephew had an eye for studs that was for sure and he spied this one from
1000 yards, well perhaps NOT a 1,000; LOL. As I stepped in the open bar
area a pair of twins served us drinks and canapes and more than a little
flesh, being in white Speedos and barefoot. I'd nurse my white wine for a
good long while and Jack likely even longer, not being a oenophile. A hand,
held high above a near crowd was attached to Melinda Grassio my immediate
next door neighbor and her Italian stallion hubby Patrick, standing beside
her, fearful that The Boys might pounce at any moment. I ambled over, made
small talk, introduced Jack; at which point Patrick interjected, "so you're
the piece of work making our yard look untended and giving Melinda ammo to
assail me after I toil all day long and come home exhausted and worn out";
then shook Jack's hand? Patrick is a corporate attorney and his work
description fell with charm and more than a little humor on all but Jack,
who had no clue what Patrick did. Melinda continued, Joyce and Rocky are
here somewhere too; that being the neighbors immediately adjacent to The
Boys' MacMansion, both of whom had an Ocean Drive address and both having
back yards that face the Grassio's and ours; I said OURS I paused and
smiled a bit. Joyce was a tiny thing, involved in more charitable groups
than I knew existed and her hub Rocky was a private pilot for a local
ranching/oil family. HE was awesome; cold black hair, a hairy chest, great
pecs, which he was showing off at the party as he was shirtless, white
square cuts with a navy leg stripe, all wrapped up in that perpetually
tanned body oh and set off by those Lapis Blue
Eyes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Joyce wore a tasteful pink bikini and some
lacy pink coverlet that stopped just below her bikini bottoms.  They were a
sight to behold!!! I'd had the hots for Patrick and Rocky since I could
remember them moving into the neighborhood. While Patrick had no clue of my
"persuasion" I felt that Rocky knew and was "havable" in the right
circumstances. After more intros and mingling, jack nudged me and suggested
we look for Ben. I assured him that if Ben got in trouble, he'd find US;
and otherwise, let him roam free, the theme to "Born Free" sailed through
my brain. Jackson now made his presence known as he nudged his way to us
and shook my hand, again we were immersed in a larger crowd than was by the
back gate, reached to shake Jack's, then paused and gave a masculine
chest-bump instead. Thinking that display would be more acceptable to the
pair of neighbors present, and seeing as how I was his senior, Jackson's
handshake with me, more apropos while the chest-bump to his own near-aged
Jack, fit the bill. As a good host, he scanned our emptying glasses and
called Michelle to bring more vino and one twin, Michelle or not, appeared
with a tray of fresh glasses of chilled wine. Jack began heading for a tray
of canapes, the attending twin engaged him, presumably explaining what
offerings there were On the Tray and could be Had Beyond the Tray, I
surmised. More people arrived through the rear gate and front door. I made
my way to the two story foyer, scanned the front and I'll be damned if
there weren't 4 guy-valets handling the guests' vehicles as David walked up
and offered. "Divine, doable and delicious" nodding at the valets. I smiled
and asked, "what lot are you using"? "Made a deal with the university and
hired a couple more security types to man the parking over there, Latin
Studs in case you need security at your place anytime" he added.  Then
continued, "one drives a valet or two back and forth while the other guards
the flock, so to speak" he winked and moved back to the crowd. The front
view of the Bay was awesome and could only imagine it from the
upstairs. Jack approached, "I feel like a piece of meat" raising my eyes to
his description I replied, "Now come on Jack, remember where we met"? He
laughed and bent over a bit, then tried to resume some form of
composure. The owner of another development and management firm stepped in
the front door with his obvious "20-something date", greeted and introduced
me to his date, then moved to the growing crowd behind me. Alex Chambliss
and his wife, Maxi (Maxine) emerged outside from their vintage white Rolls
and the valets quarreled for access to it. That meant that several of my
board allies in the non-profits, were here. I had to exercise caution and
told Jack the story and asked that if he ran into foul weather, he'd sail
his hot ass back across the street and I'd follow. Now it was imperative to
find and alert Ben.  Jack headed for the pool, dove in, swam a lap or two,
emerged the other end and discretely scanned for Ben, without
luck. Retrieving his towel and doing a "dry off", he moved to the outside
bar and got a cold Coke and searched for the errant nephew, bit we both
noticed the pronounced absence of the military jock as well and surmised
they were somewhere, together. The clock and sun moved toward later and
later hours without a hint of Ben. While not alarmed, I just didn't want
his fine ass to come screaming off an upstairs balcony making a dive for
the pool either. Just before the dinner buffet began, the respective sets
of neighbors bid their thanks and farewells to The Boys.  Melinda and
Patrick were the first to depart. Somehow Melinda had gotten very tipsy and
wanted to "get gone" as she whispered to me, "before she got out of
control" and they sneaked out the back gate. Joyce and Rocky approached;
Joyce was gracious but clearly frustrated that Rocky had again scored big
attention points from the ladies and a few men. He was courteous and
supportive of his "little lady" as he called her, but they should be
getting back to the dogs and they left through the front door, and strolled
next door along Ocean Drive. His towel flapping off one shoulder revealing
that amazing torso and hair and her pink little coverlet flapping as a
punctuation mark in midair. God look at his ass, I thought to myself.

I'd done all the socializing I could stand in our three hour stay. The
quest for Ben resumed. Jack showed up coming down the main stairs, hands
and arms widespread indicating NO BEN. We met at the foot of the stairs,
"maybe he left with that jock" Jack declared and questioned at the same
time, then "odd that he wouldn't have told us though"? "Wait til I get hold
of his hot little butt, I'll remind who the dad is in this place" then
turned to Jack, grinned and continued "guess we should bid adieu to The
Boys and make a hard exit back home Jack-O". They were sorry to see us
leave, but reminded us that the "guy party" would begin at 10 and we were
welcomed to return; before they returned to their guests. The street was
lined with cars on both sides to the corner and farther it appeared. We'd
made it to the driveway and were surprised by a white Corvette convertible
parked behind the Stang. I noted the NAS sticker on the bumper and front
windshield, indicating it belonged to a base member. As soon as we closed
the door and reached for Jack to give him a hug and thanks for the party,
we heard the noises, grunts, moans and mumbled voices coming down the
stairs. We stepped close to the bottom step and recognized Ben's struggled
speech. I started to run, then Jack held me back, shaking his head ho and
grinning. He mouthed, Not Alone then pulled me back against his and gave me
a deep sensual kiss. We walked to the den, then took my hand to his crotch
and squeezed it on his dick and balls as before. In no time he was
throbbing and I was on my knees swallowing his cock through his now-wet
running shorts. His awesome dick swelled out from his crotch beneath the
constraint of his flimsy shorts and mesh liner. Grabbing my head, he crotch
pumped my face until my moans echoed across the den. "You want it right,
need it baby" Jack questioned, knowing the answer. I looked up at the man I
love, worshipped, adored and he reached in his gym shorts, stroked his hand
on that wonderful cock and teased me further. "Tug my balls out the leg and
suck em" he directed. His wonderful low hangers and crotch smelled and
tasted of mild sweat, chlorine and a blend of precum. I lapped those heavy
nads and tugged them away from his body. I gripped his hard glutes and he
slow pumped my face more, then reached down to drop the gym shorts to the
floor and stepped from them in one move. His cock swung free as did his
heavy sack. He jacked at my face with his right hand, grabbed the back of
my head with his left and fed me there in front of his PC in the
den. Taking my ears in his hands he fucked my mouth slowly at first driving
me mad, tasting his precum and feeling it blend with my throat juices being
primed for the throat fuck ahead. Then arching back a bit his dick still
locked in my mouth and throat he moaned low and picked up his face-fuck
speed. His intensity continued to increase. Sweat popped on my face. He
tensed and swwat beaded on his sternum then rolled slowly down to his
crotch. His pecs hardened, his nips pointed hard out and I knew those
awesome glutes were muscled and tense as well, his trench tightly closed as
he drove and withdrew his long thick meat in me. He tilted my head back a
bit and stood on his tip toes and hammered down into my throat deeper than
he'd ever done before. He whispered "gonna nut, almost there, almost, Brad"
and exploded his thick ropes feeding his starving cocksucker. His breathing
came in vast gasps. Mine was almost a series of pants and gasps. I still
licked his head dry as he sat back into his deskchair, legs splayed wide
drawing me like a moth to a flame.  I'd not even realized my own hands-free
orgasm until Jack nodded to my crotch and pointed out my "crotch splash" as
he sometimes called it.

I stood, prepared to strip off my trunks and grab a shower, when Jack led
me upstairs with fingers across his mouth sushing me to be quiet. The
grunts, noises and mumbles grew louder in a steady rhythm as we climbed the
stairs. We found Ben's door wide open and room empty. Walking a bit farther
down the hall, my bedroom door was wide open and there in my bed was Ben on
all 4s, one jock fucking the hell of my nephew and Ben sucking the pool
jock. The fucker stopped abruptly and began to pull out of Ben's fine ass,
which elicited a mumbled NO NO from Ben until he came off his dickfeeding
pool jock, "my Uncle, it's ok guys it's ok" Ben pleaded for their continued
romp. The fucker nodded, smiled and shoved his thick, slick cock back in
Ben's swollen blonde hole and the dickfeeder resumed use of Ben's mouth and
throat. Jack and I closed the door, hit the other shower, donned some
shorts from the laundry and remained downstairs until the fireworks stopped
and the three studs made their grand appearance and intros about an hour
later. Ben introduced both as Navy flight lieutenants from NAS, Joe and
Bob. Joe was the pool jock and Bob was his official "wing man"; hands were
shaken all around after intros. Both pilots cruised Jack more than once,
offered to come play anytime they were off flight duty since we were so
close. Bob, Ben's fucker, remarked to me that for an older guy I was still
well put together, I grinned back thanks for his compliment, but admitted
being spoken for and nodded Jack's way. Both were furry blonde studs, tight
torsos and well-defined pecs and biceps, asses and legs. I asked about
dinner and they begged off as they needed to be back on base by 8 but took
a raincheck. We exchanged numbers and walked the guys outside. The Vette
was Bob's and both gave thumbs up to the Stang, got in the Vette, revved
it, backed out slowly and made their way cautiously up the street and were
gone. "You little fucker you" Jack exclaimed, before continuing as we led
back under the carport, "we looked everywhere for you and were trying to
clue you into some shit but you were over here getting your lights burned
out by two flyboy jocks"! "Ben a simple gotta dick" would have sufficed ya
know" I added. Jack continued, "I know what it's like to need action and it
be there and you gotta get it PRONTO, but out of respect for Brad at least
if not me, you gotta think fucker, You Gotta THINK, you got peeps who care
about your fuckin self; I never did and it sucks" then he went to his suite
and came right back outside to grab Ben and give him the longest hug ever.
Ben turned to me in tears, mumbling "I'm sorry" then to Jack. His tears
continued inside as we sat on the sofa trying to console his fear that he'd
lost his support team. We assured him we remained there for him before Jack
queried, "So you fuck tell us all about IT". We sat listening as the a/c
roared in the hot July night. At the end, we agreed on scrambled eggs, etc
for supper and set about making it happen.