Date: Mon, 20 Nov 2023 12:56:04 -0500
From: Tom x <niftywriter65@gmail.com>
Subject: The Bareback Barback 10

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It's April 3, and I'm standing in the airport's waiting area. I'm so
excited that I can hardly stand it anymore. Where is his plane? Where is
he? He was Pete, and his plane was delayed an hour because of a snowstorm
up north. I paced, drank two coffees and a Red Bull, and walked more. I had
nowhere to be, but the wait was killing me. Another Red Bull, and it most
likely would have. I asked the gate crew how much longer and if they had
another update so many times that the next time I approached the desk, the
friendly but now impatient agent held up her hand. "I have nothing else to
tell you differently from five minutes ago."

I slunk away. Then the moment arrived, "We're happy to announce the arrival
of Flight 554 from LaGuardia. Guests are requested to wait in the passenger
waiting area until your party departs the landing gate."

I jumped up from my seat and was sweating. It wasn't particularly hot, but
the snow from a few days ago had all melted and warmed up to the
mid-50s. It wasn't warm enough to go without a jacket yet. I had laid mine
somewhere during my interminable wait for Pete. I stood back and allowed
everyone else to greet their arrivals, waiting to see my special
passenger. He wasn't anywhere in the crowd, and I began to have a sinking
feeling that he hadn't made it. I looked for my jacket and sat down for a
minute, the buzz wearing off from the coffee and adrenaline. Couple that
with utter sadness, and my euphoria was crashing around me, and I felt
myself on the verge of tears. I had groomed, plucked, shaved, and waxed in
preparation for today. I ate nothing this morning because I knew I would be
in knots waiting for him. Now I was hungry. I let my head drop to my chest
and felt the tears coming. Just before they arrived, a pair of strong hands
grabbed my shoulders. I reached up and touched them and knew it was him.

I bolted up and turned around, jumping over the hard plastic seat in the
waiting area, and hugged him so hard for so long that he quit
breathing. "OK, Champ, I can't breathe."

I let him go and went in for a light hug around his waist with my head
nestled on his hard chest. He reached around me, kissed me on the top of my
head, and held me for a minute. The tears so close to falling evaporated.

"You made it," I gushed, reaching around him again for another hug, "I was
getting worried."

"There was a minute or two that I didn't think I would," he said, putting
his strong arm around me as we walked towards baggage claim.

"But, I've got some bad news for you, at least you might think it is. After
considering the two places you looked at and some negotiating with the
agents, I decided on the penthouse. I hope you don't feel like I wasted
your time, but in the end, it was furnished, and even though I had to sign
an eighteen-month lease, it ended up being the best deal. Now, I don't have
to be a Suzy homemaker for the next two weeks except for shopping for some
towels, bed linens, and a few basic groceries. Besides, I'm yours every day
when you're done with classes. The benefit is that you don't have to spend
your second year in a dorm. When I have to return to New York, it's all
yours to use until the lease ends. And they have an indoor and outdoor
pool. You might enjoy that, along with the nicely equipped gym."

I was floored, but since I knew the view in the bedroom and what he said
made good sense, I wasn't annoyed. "Hey, actually, that probably does make
for the best outcome."

"Jeff said he was impressed with your ability to look through some things
at the other places and see an end result. He said he'd like to see us when
we're settled in. He also mentioned that the pool is rarely busy indoors
and out, which got me thinking we might have a use for our Mexico swim
trunks more often," he grabbed my neck and felt along my hairline.

"How well do you know Jeff?" I asked.

"He was recommended by another partner who had some business in the area
last year. Said he was top-notch. I've never met him myself; why?"

"Oh, I was just wondering. He spoke like he knew you well. He wasn't
name-dropping; I thought you might have known each other better than you
say now."

"Hey, if he makes you uncomfortable, we can blow him off."

"No, we can't do that. Nothing like that, just curious."

When we got to the apartment, a bottle of champagne and a charming vase of
flowers sat on the dining table with a note from Jeff welcoming us to our
new home.

"That was thoughtful," I said when I saw the card. "We got to give him
points for his follow-through."

Pete teased my hair and stared at me for an uncomfortable moment.

"What?" I asked him.

"You really do amaze me. How did you become so nice and sweet? I knew you
were when I met you, but you know how to do this well. Have you fibbed
about your past at home?"

I smiled at him, took his hand, and kissed it. "No fibbing, no background,
just being me."

"That's what I love about you." He put his arm around me, and I laid my
head on his chest, looking around our new place.

Pete arrived on a Wednesday, and after going shopping for some towels and a
bed set, by Friday, he was climbing the walls with boredom. I was still in
classes for another month. Thank goodness I had an early day on Friday.

"What the hell am I going to do with myself the next two weeks?" he groaned
when I got home.

"I watched you yesterday, and I think I saw this coming. Your work gives
you a lot of satisfaction and you only know yourself by doing it. Why don't
you set up the office exactly how you want it -- get a new laptop or
something, get some office supplies, paint it, decorate it, whatever. Make
it yours. Then on Monday, get your ass on some work project that you can do
remotely or something that is going to enhance your work time here. I don't
think you need me to tell you that, but Dad, you're a fish out of water."

He looked at me like he might punch me at first, but then he softened
quickly, put out his hand for mine, and pulled me to him. "How in the hell
did you get so smart?" He asked, kissing me on the chin and smiling.

"I'm smart, sweet, and gorgeous, remember?"

He laughed at me, "Yes, you are and more. And I want to make love to you
right now."

I teased him, "You don't have to ask for that, and you'll never have to ask
twice."

He laughed some more, "That I already knew!"

We walked into the bedroom together, and he began unbuttoning his shirt. I
removed my T-shirt and looked over at the mirror. That damn mirror was
either going to make or break our sex lives together. He came over, put his
arm around me, and looked at us in the mirror together. He turned his head,
nuzzled his nose into my neck, and breathed me in. He dug in further with
his nose and pushed around my hairline and into my hair. I moaned because
it looked so damn sexy. This muscular man with his perfect body next to me,
a teenager still, and he was enraptured with me. I was lean, athletic, and
tight, but he was a hunk of a man interested in me. I lifted my arm, and he
moved to my pit, still smelling me, still lost in my essence. I slipped out
of my shorts and underwear, and he got to his knees slowly and smelled my
waist and my hips. He got in front of me and began smelling my pubic hair
and balls. He had never done something like this before, and it was making
me very horny, and it was so damn sexy.

He got up, took me to the bed, and sat me down. He still hadn't removed his
shirt, and his pants buckled. I unbuttoned his pants, let them fall to the
floor, and removed a pair of my silky underwear he stole from me,
apparently this morning. He was raging hard, and I moved my open mouth to
his hard cock. He hurriedly grabbed my face and pulled his hips back. He
wasn't allowing me to suck him today. He knelt down, and I put my hand on
his shoulder through his open shirt and slipped it off him. He gently
pushed me back on the bed, pulled me to the edge, and lifted my legs
towards my chest. I looked down at him as he looked back at me and watched
him move his face to my hole. In all the time we'd been together, Pete had
never rimmed me. He had me horned up with all this sniffing foreplay, and
when his mouth hit my hole, I shuddered and let out a loud gasp. It felt
like heaven, and it was from the man I wanted it from the most. He timidly
licked and flicked his tongue on my hole, took a few deep breaths, and ate
me out like a pro. I wondered momentarily when he got the nerve to go down
on me. Then he began rubbing his beard on my inner thighs. I was paralyzed
with lust and started moaning like a pornstar in heat. I was panting and
gasping alternately, and getting hyped up. I knew it helped Pete realize he
was doing great, and he dug in and went at me a little more confidently.

"Stud," I moaned between gasps, "breed me."

I knew he would be ready for me as I was for him. I scooted my head back to
the pillows and lay there waiting for him to lube up a little, enjoying a
magnificent view of someone I loved. He had me wrapped around his little
finger, and he knew it.

He got between my open legs and pushed into my hole. He had done a
fantastic job getting me ready because his firmness didn't get any
resistance. He slid to the hilt in one stroke. He was engorged and rock
solid today. If I hadn't been adequately prepped, his cock could have done
some serious damage. I sighed as he hit the bottom and wrapped my feet
around his back. He came down to my face with his and kissed me
passionately.

"Stay there, keep your face next to mine," I asked him as I spread my legs
to allow him unhindered access to my waiting hole. He nuzzled his nose
again behind my ear. He started delivering one of the most sensual fucks we
ever had together. His thrusts glided perfectly into me, and he was
breathing methodically but heavily as he made love to me. I kissed his neck
and ran my hands over his gloriously muscled back and shoulders. I looked
over his shoulder into the mirror and saw his gorgeous ass rising and
falling in a perfect cadence to bring us both close to a hard climax. I
started feeling the slow but determined rise of my come starting from deep
within my balls, and he began firming up as if he wasn't steel hard
already. We didn't need words anymore. We knew each other well enough to
know the inevitable was coming. He started gasping, and I felt his load hit
hard in single shots deep inside me. I started blowing between us and
crying out in ecstasy. We were both trembling as we let out the last of our
juice. He groaned as the orgasm finished, and I lay speechless. He gently
withdrew and lay beside me with his elbow pointed out and his hand on the
back of his head.

"Oh my god," he finally said. "If I had known the sex would be this good
with a man, I would have never gotten married. You are absolutely
fantastic."

"You are excellent in bed," I said, "You do things to me I've never felt
before."

He pulled me over to his armpit, and I laid my head down on him.

"Did you have a choice?" I asked, "Was there a guy you might have
considered being with in your past?"

"No, not any specific man. I've known for a long time that some men made me
feel all gushy, not in a feminine way, but they melted me. I never
understood it, and I definitely never tried anything. As far as a choice, I
was growing up in the seventies, and while it was free love and all, gay
wasn't a choice for me, and I never really thought I was anyhow."

"Do you think you are now? Or if a 'right woman' came along, would you go
back to hetero sex?"

"A 'right woman,' as you say, would probably be easy at my age, but sex
isn't everything, and I don't know how, but I fell in love with you. So I
don't know if there is any more right women for me. It's been so long since
she and I had sex, but from what I remember, it was pretty straightforward,
nothing earth-shattering like you and I have together. I don't even think
our honeymoon was very eventful sexually. I've had stronger, better orgasms
with you in a week, and, well, come to think of it, I was going to say that
she and I ever had in a year, but I don't remember any. Sometimes, before
the no-sex thing, I'd have good orgasms, but not for anything she did to
cause them. Oh, damn, I went too far and talked too much there, didn't I?"

I snuggled closer to him, "No, you didn't! I hope the questions didn't
hurt. That wasn't my intention."

"I doubt you could ever hurt me; you asked a few questions that I should
have probably thought of myself. That's not hurtful. How did you start when
did you know you would never be with a woman?"

"I think the earliest memories of any man that meant something to me
emotionally was the husband of a couple my parents would visit occasionally
and take us with them. My dad and he would do woodworking projects and
stuff, and I was always with them, so I doubt it was anything more than
friendship between them; I think I was seven. This guy, whose name was
Mike, would be nice to me, probably like you'd be nice to your daughter's
friends at that age. He'd ask questions about school and sports. And none
of it was ever creepy or weird, and I didn't even think he thought much
more about us after we went home after a visit. But he made me melt, like
you said. Honestly, now I couldn't tell you what color his hair was if he
had a beard or mustache, if he had a body on him. None of that, and we
didn't even interact too often, that much I remember. But his kindness and
interest made me feel good inside in a way his wife didn't. She wasn't mean
and was just as nice, but I didn't feel for her like I did for him. Then, I
remember male teachers, while paying no special attention to me, made me
feel better than almost all of the female teachers did. There was a comfort
about being around the guy teachers. Men made me feel some sort of bond,
even if there really never was one, that a woman never did. My first
masturbation was thinking about a boy in my class. I can't remember who or
when -- I might have been 12. As far as 'starting,' I am guessing you mean
with whom and when. You'd be surprised that it was my 18th birthday with a
cousin -- a much older cousin -- Billy. So, while this is new to you, I
only started about nine months earlier than your first time."

"Wow! I think the word 'melt' is the best description I had for it. It's
interesting you used it, too. Maybe you can't help who you fall in love
with, man or woman. I have fallen head over heels for you. You don't have
to say if it's too personal, but you said Billy was much older -- how much
older?"

"He's 32, and the night I lost my virginity to him, I thought I loved
him. Billy was married once, but I think he discovered, like us, that women
didn't do it. He tried, for sure; he was married twice actually and had at
least a dozen girlfriends that the family met. Everyone wanted to see him
settle down and get married. He had been in prison for a year; I don't know
what for, no one talks about it. But after prison, he quit dating; he said
he was too old for that anymore. He was smoking hot; he had a
strange-looking beard and mustache, really straight -- like ancient
Persians - and shaved the back of his head but had a bit on top that was
always nicely styled. He had a lot of muscle and definition, but he wasn't
huge; he was just cut up and had nice proportions. My birthday party was at
his house because he had a pool. Everyone had left, I had turned 18, and I
said I wanted to stay there to swim some more. He started fooling around
with my stuff when we were alone. One kiss led to another, and before I
knew it, I was in his bed, and he was eating me out. He was so gentle when
he made love to me; it wasn't a fuck, really; he took his time, he was
patient, and he talked me through everything. I was so enthralled to have a
hot guy take me that I spent the weekend at his place. I didn't necessarily
care that he was my cousin. He made me melt."

"He sounds like a wild card. Did you ever think of a younger guy, closer to
your age?"

"He is more than the wild card, but he's always been nice to me. I don't
feel weird about him being my first. He taught me more in that long weekend
about sex than I think I would have learned in ten years with the wrong
person. As far as younger guys, I've had plenty of sex with guys my age. I
can count on it being quick and clumsy. I mean, I guess I was clumsy my
first few times, but I could picture what I wanted from sex to somewhat see
the end result. Billy drilled it into me, maybe a little too literally, to
be considerate of your partner. I like guys my age for a quick nut, like
when you jack off to feel better. But that's what you get with no
connection and no friendship."

Pete was quiet for a little while. Then he asked, "So, do you think you
still love Billy?"

I chuckled, "Not that way anymore. He set me straight by the end of the
weekend. He told me that us being any more than related fuck buddies was
out of the question. He said he was too old for me and I should find
someone closer to my age. I'm grateful for what he did. At least my first
time wasn't traumatic. I thought I loved him, but it was because he was my
first, and you get all confused about that stuff."

"I know something about being confused about being gay, but you need to
know that I'm not confused about us at all. I just haven't figured
everything out about all this. I love that you're patient with me. I'm sure
I was clumsy my first few times with you. I know I'm older than Billy, and
I know that you make me happier than I've ever been in my life. I don't
even care that I'm old enough to be your father. Your age isn't important
to me, you are -- just the way you are."

I took his free hand and interlocked my fingers with his. I kissed him
lightly on his chest and rubbed his belly, "You're not confused about being
gay. Maybe you don't understand how it happened to you, that's all. And it
hasn't been that long since you lost your virginity to me. I don't remember
anything at all clumsy about you. I've had a great few months knowing you,
and I'm excited about this summer and not just for the sex. I'm glad you
asked. I needed to get some of that off my chest anyhow."

"I thought about this weekend, and I know I didn't discuss it with you
before, but the weather is supposed to be gorgeous, and I found a little
farm outside town. Have you ever ridden horses?" he asked, changing the
subject.

"Once here or there at the neighbor's farm, but it was really a walk across
the yard if I remember that right. No real running or jumping or anything."

"Are you up to give it a try? We can wear some new summer clothes."

"Sure, that sounds like fun actually. Do they have lessons? I think I'd
need a little time with someone who can give me the basics."

"Yeah, actually, they do have lessons. I could brush up. It's been years
since I've ridden."

We took off early the following day to the farm; it was only a half hour
outside of town, and the scenery couldn't be prettier. The dogwood trees
were beginning to come into bloom. I heard something about a festival the
following weekend. The stables were immaculate, and all around the farm was
a white fence. It really stood out against the green of the trees and
grass. It was very picturesque. Pete secured a trainer for both of us, and
he led us to the stables to pick our horses; they were tremendous, curious,
and very friendly. We spent an hour learning how to guide the horse, ways
to manipulate the reins to be able to stop and turn, and building a
relationship with the horse so they trusted us. After our training, we were
set loose on a beautifully manicured lawn and track to run.

I took off on a slow trot, and Pete was beside me. The morning was cool but
warming quickly, and the fresh air felt fantastic. I went into a gallop,
and my horse was doing fantastic for me. At least, from what I knew about
horses, he was doing what I intended to do. Pete seemed to be struggling to
get his horse at the same pace as mine, and I slowed down for him to catch
up.

"I don't remember having this much trouble when I was younger riding. He
doesn't seem to want to go for me." The trainer ran out to meet us and
found the bit had slipped and adjusted it for Pete, and after that, we were
running the track at a decent pace together. It was nice being outdoors
after a long, cold winter. And aside from Mexico, this was the first time
we had done anything like this together.

We picked up our speed and were soon into a full-out measured run. It felt
glorious to be in the sunlight with Pete next to me again. We tried several
different paces and finally settled on a steady canter. The track was
beginning to get busier, and within another hour, the fun we were having
was overtaken by a few too many other riders. Aside from that, my thighs
felt the constant stretch of being on a saddle, and I think Pete began
feeling the same.

"They have a nice little place here for lunch. Are you interested in
getting a bite to eat before going home? My legs are starting to ache."

"Mine are, too. Lunch would be nice."

This was no rinky dink little farm, but a full-on experience. The nice
little place was an intimate dining room in an old antebellum farm with a
wall of windows facing the track. Inside, a fireplace was crackling, and
well-dressed servers were busy taking orders from an expensive menu or
delivering drinks and lunches served on china. There was hushed talk from
the patrons, and many women wore expensive jewelry and had tea and assorted
pastries with each other. I had never been to one, but this felt like a
country club.

Pete was helpful enough to pick out my clothes for me today. I didn't feel
out of place, even if the clothes looked like they came from a GQ summer
edition magazine. These wouldn't have been my first choice in attire, but I
fit in, and no one clutched their pearls as we walked to our table. Pete
and I weren't dressed exactly alike, but similarly, and he always turned
heads in public. I think we both got our fair share of looks.

"Thank you," I said when we sat, "for ensuring I looked right today. I
don't feel uncomfortable in these clothes, but you know this isn't how I
usually dress."

"You look great, even if this isn't your usual. You don't look any
different than anyone here, well, except maybe one thing. . . ," he
replied.

I looked at him curiously.

"No guy in your age bracket looks nearly as good as you do," he smiled as
he finished.

I don't know how he could still do it, but he made me blush momentarily.

I scanned the dining room, "You know the same could be said for you."


Later in April, we were both having dinner at home, takeout, I think, when
Pete looked at me.

"So your birthday is in a few days. It might be fun to run up to DC for the
weekend. Anything special you want to do."

I considered it and decided to do the Smithsonian Air and Space tour. Pete
also thought it might be a good weekend to go to dinner in Georgetown
again. I was thrilled and excited to get out of town for a bit. I had
finals, was studying my behind-off, and needed a mental break. This would
be an excellent time for that. And who wouldn't want to be escorted by
Pete? He was spoiling me, and we have had a great time living together in
the past two weeks. The sex was great and frequent, of course, but being
near him, smelling him, hugging and kissing him when he got home from work
or I returned from school was probably the best part. He wasn't a
chatterbox, but he kept a conversation going, and we talked about almost
everything. We even talked about those things we found challenging or
emotionally draining. It was nice to be around someone so intelligent and
sexy.

I got a text from Sean right before bed asking me if we could meet up at
the gym in the morning. I met him early the next day, and he smiled broadly
as I approached the door.

"Hey stranger, great to see you," he said, smiling and giving me a big hug
at the entrance. I looked around and realized I no longer cared if he
didn't. I didn't want him hurt, but I had no problems hugging a dude in
public anymore.

"Hey buddy, good to see you, too," I said. He did seem genuinely happy when
I met up with him. "Do you want to get some coffee afterward?"

He looked at me surprised as we went off to the locker room.

"What?" I looked at him curiously.

"Isn't Pete in town? Did you mean real coffee?" he started laughing.

I started howling, realizing that every time we had coffee, we either had
sex or coffee then sex together.

"Pete is in town, and yes, only coffee today," I snickered.

"Shoot, don't get my hopes up. You're torturing me," he said as he sat down
on the bench in the changing area. It was still early and not busy at the
gym yet. I sat down next to him, put my arm around him, and kissed him
quickly on the forehead.

"I'm sorry. I know it's been an adjustment for me, too," I said, "I miss
our time together."

"An adjustment, you say? It's been pure hell for me," he sniffed. I felt
terrible for him. We had just started what seemed to be an excellent
relationship, only for it to cut off. I knew why I had to cut it off, but
it was unfair to Sean in many ways.

"Why don't we lift today and see if we can talk between sets?" I asked.

We got dressed and hit the weight room. Sean had been progressing well on
his own and was showing some nice gains. If you only saw him occasionally,
you wouldn't have noticed much. Still, having been intimately close to him,
I knew where he was progressing.

"Sean, you're doing great. I notice a lot of progress. I miss you, though,
and you know I'm going to make more of an effort to do this with you. We
might not be FWB at the moment, but I know Pete isn't going to ask me to
stop seeing my friends -- and that's who you are to me."

"The guy makes me jealous; I will tell you that. I know it's immature and
childish," he said, putting the weight back on the rack.

"No, it's not. I'd probably feel the same way if the situation was
reversed," I answered. He looked at me sadly.

"Well, I once said that I'd be satisfied if we could only be training
partners. I'm not satisfied that I don't get your dick anymore, but I'll
work through it," Sean said determinedly.

We worked through the rest of our routine, chatting about when school ended
and how things went academically this year. Then, we headed to the locker
room. When we were finished dressing for the rest of our day, Sean quickly
looked around, moved in, gave me a big kiss on my lips, and then hugged me
like close friends. I smiled at him, and we went our separate ways.

My birthday came, and Pete and I were off for the weekend to DC to
celebrate. We did our tour of the Smithsonian, had coffee downtown, and got
haircuts and beard trims together. We were dressing for dinner and going to
be rockstars, so Pete said. We didn't go in looking like mountain men, but
when we got out of the chairs, the stylists' work was breathtaking. Nothing
in our styles changed, but we looked ready for a night at the Met. When I
saw him, I lifted an eyebrow at Pete, and he did the same to me. The
stylists got an excellent tip that afternoon.

"You look absolutely fantastic!" Pete said as we sat down for dinner.

"How do you know about all these great places for hair, clothes, and
shoes?" I asked him, "Everything is top-notch. The suits still fit even
though I've put on some weight. They were excellent before but haven't
stretched out with the weight. I've had great haircuts since meeting you,
but tonight they outdid themselves. And almost everyone watched us come to
the table."

Pete chuckled, "You made them look great with your broad shoulders, the
button at your chest nearly popping, and the cut of the suit. The material
has some stretch, and muscle weighs more, so you might be heavier, but it
is more compact. But you are absolutely gorgeous tonight."

"It must come from my daddy," I laughed. Pete looked around and then
laughed at me.

"Did you talk to your folks today?" he asked me.

"Yeah, they called, and I told them about our trip," I said.

"You did? What did they have to say about it? Do they know you're. . ."
Pete asked, somewhat startled.

"I told them I was going with a friend, and they thought it would be a nice
experience for me and told me to be careful. And to the last question, no,
but you never know. I didn't date or even go to my prom, so either they
think I'm a loser, or I'm uninterested in girls right now, or I'm too busy
with school. I hope they don't hound me like they did with Billy."

"Ah, that's right, today's an anniversary, too. What do you think about it,
one year later?" Pete asked.

"I didn't give that much thought, truthfully. He's my cousin. We spent a
weekend together, and he taught me a little about what gay is and should
be, in his opinion. I don't think he is an expert, but the stuff he
discussed and did has been accurate and helpful. I think he did the best he
knew how to, and I'm happy it was someone I trusted who wasn't in it for
just themselves. I knew I was gay; I just had never done anything about
it."

"Well, I'll probably never meet him, but I would thank him if I did. Not
for just that but to help you adjust to being gay without
recriminations. Have you considered seeing your family this summer, even
for a weekend?"

"I have wondered if you would go with me," I replied.

"Oh, Champ, you should know I can't do that under any circumstances. First,
they would immediately know what was happening when I got out of the
car. No parent would accept that their son had a man my age as his friend,
even if it was just that, much like if I met an older man with one of my
daughters. No, I don't want to disappoint you, but that's
impossible. Besides, you will be visiting your family; you don't need me to
distract you from that. Spend the time with them; I'll be at home waiting
for you."

"But I'm 19 now and can make my own decisions," I whined.

"You are 19, and you're still their son. And you could make that decision,
but those always come with consequences. Is taking me to meet them
something that helps your relationship with them? I tend to not think
so. And anyhow, I'm not budging. I cannot go with you."

"OK, I get it. I should go, even if it's for a couple days. It's just not
here. That place, that town, is so disgusting to me now."

"You're going to visit them, not take a tour of your hometown," Pete said,
sounding slightly exasperated with me. "I'll tell you what, I'll visit my
daughters that same weekend; that way, you and I both do what we need to do
without losing extra time together."

I was mollified, and when I thought about it more, he was right, as usual,
about this one aspect of my life I didn't care for.


It was mid-May, and I was officially out of my first year. I had a week
before my one summer class started. Pete and I stayed in and ordered Thai
takeout. During our summer so far, we cooked exactly one meal, but most of
the time, we ate out. It was the same as going to the dining hall at
school; the only difference was the quality and variety of the food. He had
a six-pack of Modelo chilling in the fridge. He brought me one and one for
himself as we sat down for dinner, giving me a big kiss on my cheek as he
sat it down.

"I'm looking forward to working with you. Monday will be OK to start for
you?" Pete asked.

"Yeah, I'm ready to take this on. My class starts the following Wednesday
at 9 am. It's two hours, and then, aside from reading and projects,which I
can do after work, I'm free the rest of the week."

"I need to map out key dates this summer for project deadlines and then
have you set up the meetings. This is a big undertaking, and my secretary
in New York is available. However, she's picking up overload from some of
the other partners. I'm counting on you to keep me on course. I need you to
get with her on Monday morning and get dates from her and when I have to be
there."

"Wait, you'll be traveling to New York sometime?"

"Yes, and you're going with me when you're available."

My eyes must have opened as wide as saucers, and Pete started laughing at
me, "You thought you were staying alone while I traveled? No, sir, no way,
my assistant travels with me; I'll try to schedule just day trips on
Wednesdays. We should be getting your laptop this weekend. I hate doing
work on weekends, but we waited too long to pick it up, and now we're
stuck. It would be best to have a phone, a tablet, and a briefcase. Damn,
why did I wait this long?"

"Wait, it's only six o'clock, we can drive up to Best Buy and get all this
tonight. And then our weekend is free. Work doesn't always stop at
five. We're having dinner and taking a break, we go, get in and out within
an hour. You didn't do anything wrong; you wanted to ensure I got the most
updated tech to serve you better, right?"

He paused a minute and looked at me with a furrowed brow, "Now, who sounds
like the lawyer? Your ability to get straight to the point with some common
sense still amazes me. I know you'll do an excellent job keeping me on
track and calmed down." He was smiling at this point.

When we returned home with everything and a little more, I put it all in
the office. Pete had done an outstanding job making the office an excellent
workspace for both of us. Of course, he didn't do the painting. He hired it
out to some beefy college guy for a couple hundred bucks. He added $50 for
the guy to hook up and hide the cables for the internet.

"I put everything still in their bags in the office. You and I don't have
to go in there until Monday morning. It's off limits, and we don't have to
think about it." I said to Pete as I closed the door.

He was leaning back, stretched out on the couch with his head resting on
the back of it. He had loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. His
magnificence was something that always gave me a twitch in my groin, but
the sight started making me hard. I went to the fridge, grabbed two beers,
and sat beside him. He opened his eyes when he heard me open the beers. I
handed him one, and he put his arm around me. I was surprised he didn't
lecture me about the second beer for myself. He put his hand on my face and
began rubbing slowly up and down.

"Do you want to go unwind at the pool," he asked sleepily, "it's heated and
Jeff said it's rarely used. It might be a night for skimpy swim trunks;
I've missed seeing you in those. Plus, I could really use a hot tub right
now."

"Sure, that would be a good way to wind down. And you, with your hot body
in those little trunks, will be something I'd like to see."

We both jumped into the pool wearing our little see-through trunks and swam
to the shallow end. No one was there, and it was nice that the place didn't
smell like chlorine like most publicly used pools. They obviously had a
good ventilation system, and there must not be a lot of kids using it
yet. We swam a few laps, sat on the steps at the shallow end, and talked
for a while. I got up after a bit and decided to go to the deep end to dive
in and swim back. It was a show for Pete, but I knew it would be something
he approved of. I was midway to the deep end when I heard the door open. I
turned around to see some mid-30s guy walking in. From a distance, I
noticed he was tight and in shape and apparently believed in Speedos. He
waved at me and smiled. Undeterred, I continued my walk to the end and
gracefully dived in for the swim back to the other end. When I got there,
Pete was smiling at me.

"That was pretty hot. Is it my turn?"

He didn't wait for an answer, got up, waved at our pool partner, and
intrepidly sauntered to the end. It was breathtaking watching his tight ass
and the water drip from him in a way that looked very much like a
commercial for some watch or high-end cologne. He dived in, perhaps not
like a commercial shoot, but still tight enough not to make a big splash
and swam towards me exquisitely. I was really in awe of how fluid his
movements were and the bulge of his arms when they came out of the
water. It was my turn to smile as he took a few steps up to sit back next
to me.

Our pool mate must have thought it was some competition between us, and he
got up from his seat where he had just settled in with a newspaper and
began his show. He gracefully walked the length of the pool in his dry
trunks that incidentally looked beautiful on his ass. He had a very lean
but not skinny body, and the musculature of his back was impressive. Like
us, he didn't turn around but made his walk of glory to the deep end. I
looked at Pete briefly; his mouth was open, and his eyes fixed on our new
friend. I grabbed his thigh and he turned to me, realized what he was
doing, and looked bashful for a second. I laughed at him as our friend
dived in.

When our buddy reached the steps, we stood up and clapped for him. The
guy's torso was magnificent. He worked out; anyone would know he was proud
of his body. He had an absolutely perfect smile and a great haircut and
beard trim. He reached out his hand to Pete, "Hi, my name is Andy."

"Nice to meet you; I'm Pete, and this is Thom," he said, motioning to me.

"Nice to meet you both," Andy said as he reached for my hand, "You guys
move in recently?"

"Yeah, about six weeks ago. We're just down unwinding after a long week."

"Me, too," Andy said, "my wife and the kids went off to visit her family in
DC for a long weekend. I had a few projects I wanted to get done while they
were away, so I stayed home. Are you guys," he looked back and forth at
each of us and searching for the right word, "roommates?"

"He's my dad," I said as Pete responded simultaneously, "He's my
assistant."

Andy looked confused and then back and forth at each of us again.

"He's my son and begins working for me on Monday as my assistant," Pete
clarified.

Andy looked at us again but said nothing, "Well, welcome to the
neighborhood. I think I'm going to do a few laps."

"Hey, care if we join you? How about 25 in 15?" I asked Andy, looking at
Pete.

"That's a little more than I planned, but why not? Do you swim for the
university?"

"He does. He just finished his first year and placed in the top 10," Pete
said.

"I swam here, too, for college. Never that good though. Great job!" Andy
playfully punched my shoulder.

"He's got me in shape; I can keep up with him for the first 100," Pete
said, looking at me with pride.

"Not bad, you both do better than I think I ever did," Andy said, looking
up and down at Pete, perhaps unconvinced.

I set the timer on my watch and yelled "Go!"

We all took off like bats out of hell, each having a different point to
prove to the other. Pete and I were doing well for the first dozen, with
Andy lagging behind. I started pacing myself and was determined that I was
winning tonight. Pete knew what I was up to and started catching up and
then, at one point, overtaking me. Andy was only a half lap behind. I began
to become winded, and I knew my laziness since not swimming competitively
would hurt me. Andy caught up by a quarter to me now, and Pete was still
ahead.

No, I said to myself, "I'm the swimmer here, I'm winning."

I dug in and caught up to Pete on the last lap. Surprised, he looked over
at me and took his stroke up a notch. Andy, for his part, did amazingly
well but still lagged behind. I was in the home stretch with Pete on me by
a length. We finished within seconds of each other. Andy was in the last
quarter of the final lap, and we both started cheering him on, hooting at
him.

He came out of the pool laughing, "Damn, guys, I feel like I'm back on the
team again!" We all gave each other high fives. It was invigorating, and
any tired was washed away with a slight buzz of endorphins.

"I'm going to pay for that tomorrow," Pete said, massaging his shoulder,
"Excuse me, but I'm going over to the hot tub for a bit."

"I'm going to feel it, too," Andy said, stretching down and touching his
ankles, "Do you mind if I join you?"

I didn't really feel out of place, but I wasn't going to be alone, so I
followed them both to the hot tub.

Pete and Andy hit it off well and talked a lot about work. Andy was a
graphic artist who did a lot of freelance work for companies nationwide. He
traveled sometimes but was based in town. Most of the conversation was
between Pete and Andy, and I was worked into the discussion occasionally. I
didn't really mind or even feel like I had to be a topic, I enjoyed how the
hot tub made me feel all woozy. We had all sat longer in the hot tub than
planned when Andy finally started to get up.

"Well, guys, it was nice meeting you both. My body has turned into jelly
sitting here for so long, and I think I'm heading to bed. Lots to do
tomorrow."

"You want to come over and have a drink?" Pete asked, "Take the edge off
being alone tonight?"

Andy cocked his eyebrow and was standing up by this point when I noticed
his cock firming up. I turned to Pete, and he grabbed at my neck like he
does. Andy looked at me and then back to Pete. He smiled that magnificent
smile and said, "Hey, sounds good to me." he said, looking at me.

"Let me return to the apartment and get into something dry."

Pete looked Andy up and down and said, "No need."

Andy was fully raging by this point. And the idea of what Pete was planning
had me rock solid, too. We all got up as inconspicuously as possible, dried
off, and walked back to the elevator to the penthouse.

Andy followed both of us into the living room. Pete turned around and
pushed the door closed with his arm stretched over Andy's shoulder. As soon
as the door closed, Pete had Andy pushed up against the door kissing him
wildly. I turned my head and snickered a second. This was going to be fun
tonight. I could feel it. I pulled Pete off Andy by the hair on the back of
his head.

"He's not your girlfriend, dad." Pete turned to me and started kissing me
passionately. I reached over to Andy's waist and began untying his trunks
and then slipped them over his steel-hard cock and down. Pete got sloppy
with his kisses and started moaning into my neck and kissing me all over my
face, neck, and shoulders. Andy had begun beading precum and had a hand on
each of our shoulders.

"That's so fucking hot, you guys," he panted. I pulled away from Pete and
went in, kissing Andy with hard, primal kisses on his lips; I bit at his
upper lip and then his bottom lip. He was gasping and started stroking
himself. Pete grabbed his hand and said, "No, not right now." Then he
pushed me away and started kissing Andy on the mouth. Andy was frozen in
ecstasy with his eyes looking glazed over into the distance as I began
kissing his chest, pinning his arm against the door and kissing in his
muscular pits. I worked lower and sucked his nipples until they were hard
as rocks, grabbing at his waist. I ground myself against him as he did the
best he could to move his hips to face me. I grabbed his meaty ass and
massaged his beautiful globes. Pete got down on his knees and started
sucking Andy's cock. I got around him and started eating his hairy
hole. Andy was in pure agony as two men worked on both sides of his lower
body. "Fuck I'm going to bust if you keep that up," he groaned as Pete
grabbed his ass and held his mouth on Andy's cock, delivering what must
have been a supreme blow job. Andy shrieked, and his ass puckered on my
mouth, and I knew Pete was draining his balls. He grunted as the last of
his load made it down Pete's throat. He was trembling.

"C'mon, you need a drink," Pete said and went to the bar for a scotch for
each of us.

I grabbed a towel for the couch, and Andy sat down, still panting. He
leaned back and extended his arms out on the top of the sofa. He looked
stunning with a nice ripped, hard body and definition that would make a
bodybuilder envious. His cock was slowly deflating.

"Fuck, I've never done a three-way before. That was hot," he said,
beginning to catch his breath.

"Done?" I asked, "Did you think we were 'done' tonight?" I looked over at
Pete.

"Andy, that was just the appetizer," Pete said, "I hope you've got more
stamina than that."

Andy's cock twitched. He looked back and forth at us. "So, you're father
and son?"

I burst out laughing. Pete chuckled. Andy looked confused.

"He's my boy," Pete said affectionately, grabbing me at my waist. "He will
work for me this summer though."

It finally clicked, and Andy took a sip of his drink.

Pete reached for Andy's free hand and pulled him from the couch. "Let's go
to the bedroom." Once there, Andy sat on the edge of the bed, and Pete
pulled the lube from the nightstand drawer and sat it next to him.

I nuzzled in on Pete's chest and began licking and kissing it. He let out a
moan and started kissing me on my head. I tugged at his drawstring and the
trunks fell off quickly despite an impressive semi. Still buried in his
chest, Pete slowly turned my ass to face Andy and took off my trunks. He
stuck his index finger in his mouth and then pressed it at my hole. I
gasped as it sunk in. Pete used his finger to invade me in front of a horny
guy, and it must have re-energized Andy. He was stroking his cock,
apparently because Pete lifted his mouth from my head and told him to
stop. Andy stood up and put his hands on his hips at his waist. "Fuck," he
kept panting every fifteen or twenty seconds. He was beading precum again,
and Pete ever so slowly walked me back towards Andy. I could now see in the
mirror and Andy's mouth fell wide open as Pete forced me back to our
buddy's cock. Pete nodded at Andy, who grabbed some lube and slicked
himself up. Pete had me bend down and pushed me carefully against Andy's
steel hard prick. I screeched as his hung meat passed through me. Andy was
looking Pete in the eyes, and his mouth opened into an O shape with a
pained, lustful look on his face.

"Put a load in my boy, Andy. He's going to seed you tonight, too," Pete
coaxed. I just moaned and let Andy take me. Andy did a great job fucking
me, and if I were on my back, I might have come with him. Still, since Pete
planted that seed about it being impersonal fucking from behind, I just let
the guy get off in me. He busted his second nut for the evening, and it was
as hot for him as the first. He was quivering, sat down, then splayed out
on the bed. Not one to miss an opportunity, I knelt down, pushed his legs
back, and started to vigorously eat him out again. He brought both hands to
his face and covered it, crying out in euphoria. He hadn't calmed all the
way down from his last load, and the intensity of sexual gratification was
overwhelming him.

Pete grabbed the lube bottle and slathered a handful on his cock. I moved
away, and Pete, without asking without warning, pushed into Andy's wet
ass. The man screamed out in a mix of elation and agonized pleasure. He
sucked in his breath as Pete passed through and, without hesitation,
started plowing his hole. Andy went momentarily blank, and his eyes rolled
to the back of his head. He was being fucked by the guy he most
admired. Pete was merciless and never took a break or slowed down. He
rammed for nearly ten minutes while Andy tried to figure out which part of
Pete's body he most wanted to touch. He settled on Pete's beefy ass and
pulled him in while spreading his legs wider than probably
comfortable. Pete rewarded him with a long, drawn-out load pumped into his
beautiful ass. Andy went wild when Pete began filling him. He screamed,
turned all shades of red, and nearly passed out from all the sexual
sensations assaulting him. He reached for his own cock to jack on it, and
Pete smacked it away, "Save that for when my boy fills your guts with his
load."

Andy looked at me in a vulnerable way. His body was ready for another
release, and yet it was me who would be me who ultimately decided how and
when. I went to his gaping hole and slid in with no resistance. "Clamp down
on me, you slut," I ordered him, "You're as loose as a chick at a ten-man
gangbang." Andy blushed, but he managed to close around me.

He reached up and put his hands on my arms and began bucking against
me. "That's right, you're just a bitch in heat, aren't you?" I insulted him
again. He tossed his head back and forth on the mattress and cried, "I'm
going to come again!" I slowed down and gave him a solid, steady slow
fuck. He looked up at me; his eyes exposed how much sexual torture I was
putting him through. He begged me to fuck him harder. "Please, I need to
come," he cried. I continued taking a careful pace with him. He began
writhing under me, grunting and groaning, his cries becoming more frenzied,
"Please!"

I took my cue, and started long dicking him and throwing him a fuck he
wouldn't ever forget. He screamed, he wailed and he bucked against me some
more. I was in the throes of my own load, just simmering in my balls. With
one violent thrust, I began pumping into him, "You can come now, you
whore." The insult was just what he needed. He grabbed onto my arms even
harder. Heavy ropes of come started flying all over the bed. He was
literally in tears by the time his last drop left him.

"I. . . I. . .I never imagined how fucking hot that could be," Andy said,
taking deep breaths.

"Yeah, I have to admit that one makes it to the record books," Pete
high-fived me. He pulled my face to his and kissed me, "You did a great
job, Champ. You made me proud." I was enthused with Pete's praise. Pete sat
down beside Andy, reached over, and squeezed his thigh. "You doing OK,
buddy?"

Andy sat up put his hands on his knees and took another deep breath, "I'm
doing great, I hope I can walk tomorrow." He looked at me, "You can fuck
like a machine, buddy. That was the best nut I've had in weeks."

Pete stood up and put his arm around me, "I'm proud to say this guy took my
virginity." He kissed me for a minute.

"Stop guys, or you'll have me ready to go again!" Andy said quietly.

"Home alone all weekend, huh?" Pete asked him. I looked over at him,
wondering what he was up to.

"Maybe after you finish your projects, you can come over and watch us
having sex; maybe you can fuck me," Pete wondered out loud.

After three earth-shattering loads, our new buddy's cock began to firm up
again.

"Save that," Pete said, looking at Andy's semi, "After this guy, it's going
to be hard to fill his shoes. You'll need all your energy for tomorrow."
Pete looked at me adoringly.

I went out to the entry and picked up Andy's Speedo. I returned it and held
it out for him to take from me. He slipped into them and gave each of us a
big hug.

"I thought we didn't repeat guys," I asked Pete quietly, after Andy had
left.

"He's safe. He's not going to be over here daily. He's married, he won't be
able to get away like a single guy can. But you, I've got a question for
you," Pete said.

I almost felt defiant and put my hands on my hips and looked at him, ready
for some question I might not like.

"How do you get guys to manage to come without touching themselves? Do you
have some sort of magic dick?" he asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

I started laughing and hugged him.

"I'm serious. When you're having sex, you have an intensity that goes
beyond you getting your satisfaction only. I don't think you know how great
you are in bed. You made me proud tonight how you intuitively handled every
situation thrown at you. I didn't need to say a word, you knew what to do
and when. That's a gift."

"He was cute, wasn't he?" I asked.

"No one compares to you, in my eyes, you know that, but, yes, for his age
he's pretty hot."

I laughed again, "'For his age,' listen to you, he was hot, but he doesn't
hold a candle to you."

He reached over and pulled me to his chest, "I love you!"

I kissed him on his chin, "I love you, too!"

We settled in for a night of well-earned rest in our matching pajamas, with
Pete spooning me and stroking my face until I fell asleep.

Monday morning rolled around, and I got up while Pete was in the shower. He
was singing some little tune. He sounded downright exuberant about the
morning. I went and got a cup of coffee and sat back on the counter,
listening to him. I could tell he was finishing up because he was wringing
out his washcloth. I went to the bathroom door and leaned against the
frame. He opened the shower doors and saw me nude with my cup of coffee.

"No temptations, please!" He said, smiling at me.

"No such thing, sir. I don't want to get my boss all hot and bothered. His
pent-up energy might not go well for me." I teased him.

I grabbed a towel and tossed it to him, then sat the coffee on the sink,
kissed him quickly, and jumped in the shower myself. I didn't sing and was
done by the time he was finished drying himself off.

He grabbed a towel and dried my back as I worked on my legs and upper
body. I had gotten almost everything except a spot on my shoulder. He
patted it dry for me. He stood behind me, held me in his arms, and kissed
me on my neck. I could feel him firming up, and he let me go and walked
off. "You know we don't have time this morning," he said cheerily as he
dressed.

I got dressed with him. He pulled up my tie a little tighter and looked me
over.

He turned me around to face the mirror and said, "You are the most handsome
assistant I've ever had. You're perfect."

"Ready? You're on salary now," he began, "I need you to call my secretary
and sync your computer with hers for the calendar. I drew up the project
deadlines last week; get them set up. We have next Monday's meeting I need
you to organize. Please call the university president and invite him to
dinner at the steak place on Thursday night, including the CFO and his
assistant. Send an email to the finance team at the university with the
project deadlines and key responsibilities. Also, call the dry cleaners to
have them pick up our clothes. We can put them at the front desk for them
to collect. I'll get with the legal team at the university about your
clearance. And see what this guy from the Marine Corps Quantico wants from
me. He's been going on about a tie-in with the school. I don't want to miss
an opportunity to have them present since we're early stages."

I was trying to take it all in. I didn't want to appear incompetent in
front of him, but it was a lot all at once. He looked over at me.

"What's wrong? Did you get all that?" Gone was the boyfriend, and now I was
dealing with the bear Pete called himself a boss.

"Yes, sir, I did. Am I coming with you today or am I remote?"

"I'll pick you up for lunch at noon. And then you spend the rest of the day
with me. Try to finish that before then because we'll be in a meeting after
lunch until five. I don't see how you'll be able to take notes and do any
of that simultaneously."

He reached out his hand to me, pulled me close, and kissed me on my
head. "Welcome to the work world, I'm not your boss. I love you, and I know
you can do this. Pace yourself, and I'll see you at noon." He kissed me
again on the lips.

He turned around as he opened the door.  "Hey, Champ, today's a light day,"
he smiled at me as he headed out the door.

I took a few deep cleansing breaths after he closed the door and decided
that he wouldn't get the better of me. I would do this because I begged for
it; more than that, I wouldn't let him down. I was going to make myself
indispensable.

I went to the office grabbed all the tech stuff we got on Friday, and began
unpacking it. I set up the laptop and called Pete's secretary.

"Hi, this is Thom, Pete Walker's assistant here in Virginia."

"How nice to finally hear your voice," she said, "Mr. Walker has talked
non-stop about you and was very clear about giving you any help or
assistance you need. Just jot down your notes, and we can talk first thing
in the morning and maybe around three p.m. What can I help you with today?"

"Thank you. Well, I think, first and foremost, do you have any tips on
handling everything, how he works, and what I need to focus on?"

She laughed, "He's a ball of fire. Just keep a recorder handy and make lots
of notes. He tends to plan his day in his head by the time he gets to
work. Be ready because it all comes out at once, and he rarely repeats
himself. He'll answer your questions cordially, but don't ask something you
already have access to, like a name or date. Keep his calendar clean. He is
in sync with us and does not handle surprises very well. He can be a bear
at times if you're not keeping up. You'll never actually get ahead of him,
but things go very smoothly if you're at least in the same lane with him."

"Well, thanks for the help. You've given me a lot to work with here. I'll
check in with you about three if I can get away from this meeting,
otherwise, what is your best last time to contact you?"

I considered my talk with Nancy the most informative and helpful
conversation about working for Pete in the time I spent working for him. I
set up my phone and the tablet synced with the laptop. I called the guy
from the Marine Corps base and set up a video meeting for the morning,
where I saw Pete had an hour slot available and sent the calendar update. I
called the restaurant and got a six o'clock reservation for eight on
Thursday night and then sent out the invitations to the people Pete wanted
invited. I called a local conference center to make reservation for
Monday's meeting. I made a note to ask Pete to clarify who was supposed to
be there. I was just about finished inputting the dates for project
deadlines when Pete called.

"Hey, Champ, I'm about there. Grab your stuff and meet me at the door
downstairs; I don't have time to come up."

I packed my stuff in the laptop bag and checked my hair and tie. I still
looked good after a hectic morning. I hurried down and walked out the door
when Pete pulled into the covered entrance.

He smiled at me when I got in and grabbed my hand, "I talked to Nancy on
the way over, she's impressed with you already. Good job. I saw the
appointment for tomorrow, and I'm glad you made it. I received more
information about their involvement, which was perfect timing. I need you
to change Thursday to ten people, and what about the project deadlines?"

"I have them finished. I need to send it out while we're sat down before
the meeting. I assumed everyone involved was at today's meeting. If I send
it while we're all together, they can't say they didn't see it, and we can
work out any issues then and there. I needed a complete list of people for
the meeting I have booked at the conference center. Would you be able to
provide that before today's meeting?"

"You got all that done this morning?" Pete looked over at me with his
eyebrow cocked.

"I did. I also called the cable company and asked for high speed; the
bandwidth they had set up will need more for what we're doing. I have my
tablet with me, set up, as well. Do you prefer me to take notes on it, or
would it be OK to have the laptop out during the meeting? I have one
question about the phone: who is your IT person at the firm to provide the
information about contacts and billing?"

"Wait a minute. Do you mean to tell me you have done all that and more?"
Pete sounded shocked.

"I did, what's wrong?"

"When I left this morning, you looked like you were honestly going to break
down," he said.

"It was overwhelming for a moment. And I'm not used to you talking like
that. Please don't misunderstand; it's your job and mine, but it was not
what I'm used to from you. I'm going to make sure you don't regret this
project or hiring me."

He nodded and smiled while looking ahead. We pulled into an excellent place
for lunch.

"Who's coming to lunch with us and do I need my laptop?" I asked.

Pete reached over and put his hand on my neck, "No one's joining us, it's
just you and me. Lighten up some. It's Thom and Pete for an hour."

I smiled and walked into the restaurant beside him.

By June 1, Pete began talking about visiting his daughters. "I'd like to
visit them in a few weeks. What are you thinking about visiting your
family?"

"Pete, I just haven't given it much thought. But I like what you said a few
months ago. I will go visit them when you visit your daughters. That way,
we might be apart but not alone. Do you have some dates in mind?"

"You're always working, stop. This is all personal stuff now."

"Hey, I need to be on top of my game, or you might replace me," I smiled at
him.

"Never!" he took me and pulled me to his chest. I loved it when he did that
to me. It comforted me, and I loved being his to do that with.

"I was thinking the weekend before July 4, I don't want to be anywhere near
New York then."

I thought about that time frame, and it also worked out for me, "I guess I
ought to give them a call. Maybe I need to call the airlines and get
tickets first."

"Champ, I think I know, but what's your favorite color?" Pete asked.

I looked over at him, "What? What does that have to do with plane tickets?"

"Always working. Stop and come here," he held out his hand. I walked over
to him and took his hand.

"Let's go outside and get a bit of fresh air. But before we do, what is
your favorite color? We've known each other for six months, and I don't
know that."

I looked at him again curiously, "Blue."

"You're taking this stuff way too seriously. I want you to enjoy working,
and I want you to do well, but I want you to relax as well."

We made it outside, it was already sweltering and it was only 11 am. "It's
sort of hot for fresh air."

"C'mon, I need to tell you something. I'm the only one who needs a plane
ticket for the weekend." Pete said, looking at me furtively. I heard a car
honk in the vicinity.

"But, I thought you were the one who wanted me to go visit my parents," I
said, not necessarily upset. I heard the car horn again.

"I do, but you won't be flying," Pete said, and the car honked again.

"Who the hell is beeping their horn so much? It's annoying. And why is it
that I'm not flying?" I heard the damned horn of the car we were next to
beep again.

I turned around, pretty pissed, ready to flip off the driver. It was
empty. It beeped again, and from his pocket, Pete pulled out a key fob and
pressed the button again. It beeped. "You're driving home, son."

The car was an electric blue Mustang, last year's model, but gleaming like
it had just come from the showroom. He dangled the fob in front of
me. "C'mon, let's take it for a spin," he said as he went to the passenger
door. I looked at the car again and felt a lump in my throat. I took a deep
breath and nervously walked to the driver's side door. The seats were
leather, and it didn't have a single speck of dust anywhere. It smelled
new. I turned it on. It purred like a kitten. Just under 4000 miles. I
looked over at Pete, who was smiling at me. He turned on the AC.

I grabbed the steering wheel and we took off. Of course, we couldn't speed
through the parking lot and turned onto a 35mph zone, leaving the
complex. He suggested we turn onto the highway to reach 55 at least. The
car handled like a perfect dream. It had a nice pickup and was, in its own
way, a car well above my status or anything I ever dreamed of having.

"I thought it might be nice for your family to see that you're doing well
for yourself. You've put in a lot of work, and while I sometimes find it
annoying that you know what I need before I do it lately, you deserve
this. You've worked hard, and I wanted to thank you. And by the way, the
firm believes you deserve a raise. Starting Monday, would $700 a week be
OK?"

My mouth dropped momentarily -- a car and a raise. My family wouldn't
believe me if I told them the amount I was making. I probably wouldn't say
anything unless I had to. And then how to explain the car. A million
thoughts were racing through my head. The biggest though was Pete and how
he arranged all of this.

"Pete, I don't know what to say except 'thank you'. This is
special. Everything has been special since I first met you. But this, and a
raise, I'm blown away!" I pulled into the parking lot of a convenience
store. I parked and started crying. "It's just overwhelming!" I said
between tears.

Pete grabbed the back of my neck and rubbed it up and down. "You said the
first day of working for me was overwhelming and you've gotten through it
-- even excelled when I had some doubts and worried that I put too much on
you. You did it, though, not me! This is the reward of hard work. You
earned this!"

I sucked in my breath, put my face in front of the AC vent for a moment,
and turned to him after I cleaned up and said, "I love you! Not because of
the car but because of you. Even without a car and a raise, I'd still love
you."

"Do you mean I could have gotten off with a clunker," he laughed and pulled
my head to his chest. "I love you too, Champ!"

On the second last Friday morning of June, I took Pete to the airport in my
new car. I'd drop him off, drive to Ohio through West Virginia, and be at
my parent's home by about 6 pm.

"I guess it's the dad in me -- I'm worried about you. Be careful driving
through all those hills and mountains. I should have gotten you plane
tickets." Pete was beside himself, concerned about me.

"I'm going to be OK. I'll go the speed limit, and believe it or not, they
have a pretty straight interstate highway through West Virginia. I'll be
careful. It's a beautiful, clear, sunny day, with no rain. I'll be in
daylight all the way home."

"Are you excited? Nervous?" Pete asked.

"I am excited about getting there and showing off my new car. I think they
have a party planned at Billy's again for me. You know I'm the first in my
family to go to college. I'm a big deal." I laughed.

"You are a big deal to them and to me. I love you. Did you say they party
at Billy's because he's the only one with a pool?"

"I think he is the only one with a pool still. Things move slowly there, if
they move at all."

"Well, enjoy yourself. I'm looking forward to seeing you on Tuesday. So you
think you'll be back in town on Monday then?"

"I don't want to risk driving on a schedule to ensure I'm here at a certain
time to pick you up. I'd rather be here where I know how long it takes to
get to the airport. I think we'll need another day to spend on sex that we
missed while we were apart."

"You little sex hound. I love you for it though." Pete laughed at me.

"I'm going to miss you, I know it's only four days, but I've become used to
going to bed with you every night and unwinding at the pool. I love you,
too. I'd say tell your daughters I say 'hello,' but I don't know how you'd
do that.  I hope you have a great time, the three of you together."

"Well, I want you safe and sound, so I'm going to boarding and let you get
going so you're at your parents before dark." He reached out to hug me. I
put my face on his chest like I always did to be comforted by him and the
familiarity of the act. He kissed me on the top of my head like he always
did, and I know it comforted him and broke his heart at the same time.

I made it to Ohio in great time, in no small part due to a fine
car. Everyone came out of the house when I pulled in, and a few neighbors
even walked over to see me or maybe the car. This type of car wouldn't have
ever been in my neighborhood. It was gratifying in a way to show it off. I
got out, and my little sister ran up to me and hugged me around the
waist. I was wearing clothes that Pete and I had picked up in DC in March,
and I know I looked pretty good. Pete insisted on getting our hair cut and
beards trimmed a few days before the trip. I received a few stares that
weren't uncomfortable, but I noticed nonetheless. My mom and dad were
waiting on the porch when I walked up. We exchanged pained, awkward
hugs. It had been almost a year since I left for college, and I didn't
return for any holidays. We saw each other for the first time in a year,
which was somewhat tense. My mother started tearing up.

"Look at how much you've grown up," she said, reaching out to hug me again,
"so big and tall."

"That's a pretty nice car you've got there, son. What are the payments on
something like that?" my dad asked.

"Oh, I don't have payments. It was a gift from my boss and the firm."

Dad furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the car, then back at me, then back
at the car again, and shook his head.

"It's beautiful," my mom said. "Can I go look at it?"

She got into the driver's seat, sat feeling the seats, and held onto the
steering wheel. Her fingers ran over the controls for the radio and climate
system. She was mesmerized. "This is a very nice car," she said as she got
out and gingerly shut the door.

"Now the party starts tomorrow at 4pm at Billy's. You are going to be
there, right? Everyone, your grandparents and aunts and uncles, will be
there. Some of the rest of the family was invited, but you know how things
go here on a Saturday night. Some drinking parties might be more fun for
some of them."

"I'll be there. I can't wait," I said.

Saturday had rolled around, and I took Mom, Dad, and my sister to the party
in the car. They were mostly silent, looking at lights, the dash, the
leather, and fiddling with the radio controls. We pulled into Billy's a
little before four. Billy came running out to see us and the car. He hugged
me tightly and then started looking at the vehicle. He whistled as he
walked around it a few times.

"That is one nice ride, buddy," he said and put his arm on my
shoulder. Everyone left the backyard where the party was set up and came to
see me and the car. I was beaming proudly like I had given birth to
it. There were handshakes and hugs for me and ooohs and ahhhs for the
vehicle. It was a sight to behold -- the car and me in my khakis, polo
shirt, leather loafers, short white socks, and my watch. With perfect hair
and beard trim, I looked like a model -- not in comparison, but no one
dressed that way at home. Pete had done something to me that changed how I
felt and presented myself to others, including the family who had known me
for 18 years.

The party itself was a blast. I talked to almost everyone for a little bit
each and sometimes in groups. The topic of my work as an assistant to a
powerful New York attorney caught a lot of people off guard. I don't know
if they didn't believe me or understand what I did for Pete. Around eight,
the older folks started leaving -- it was getting dark, which meant that
sensible folks were settling in for bed by now. My mom and dad started
talking about going. I tossed the key to the car to my father and said,
"Hey, I wanted to swim a little and haven't gotten to. Would you take the
car home?"

"Billy, can I swim a while and stay over tonight, and you take me home
tomorrow?" I asked.

"Sure, little buddy," Billy answered.

Dad looked nervous getting into the car, "You sure, son?"

"It's fine."

Most of the guests had left except for a few of the pool die-hards, who
themselves were packing up. Soon, it was just Billy and me. I was
serious. It was hot in late June, and I wanted a swim. I also might have
wanted Billy to see me in my sexy swim trunks and take advantage of that. I
had them on underneath my clothes. I had brought a pair of trainers for
Billy because I didn't want to see him again in a couple of board
shorts. There was no reason to hide such a hot body in a pair of those. He
looked at them when I handed them to him. "You want me to wear these?"

"Who's here except me and you? Try them, you'll like them. If you like them
enough, you can keep them."

We went to the pool house and changed. The sun was setting, and it was
getting dark, but when we returned to the pool, Billy looked down at his
new swimsuit and then over at me, and he put his hand to his mouth.

"Buddy, where did you get those, and do you even wear them in public?"

"I got these in Mexico, and I wear them in public. Man, it's a different
world outside this place."

"You can see right through them, and I can see your ass crack and the top
of your bush." He looked them over, turned me around, and shook his
head. "Damn, damn."

I took Billy by the shoulders and turned him around, "Billy, you look good
in those. That's a pair I had for the swim team. Keep 'em!" Billy caught
sight of himself in the reflection of the window to the pool house, and you
could tell he liked them.

I dived into the deep end and swam the short length to the shallow. He
jumped in behind me. He swam up to me and pushed my head underwater. I came
up laughing and jumped on him. He caught me and held me next to him in a
big bear hug. I leaned backward and fell into the water with him still
holding me. When we were underwater, he kissed me. I kissed him back. We
both came up laughing.

"You look good, buddy." He said as he let me go. "Did you really want to
stay to swim?"

"I wanted to swim, but I wanted to see you alone. I wanted to stay and
maybe, you know, fool around again."

"Tell me about college, tell me about your job, and tell me about your
boss," he extended his arms on the pool ledge. I did the same next to him
and told him everything he wanted to know.

He was shocked when I told him about living with a 42-year-old married man
in a penthouse and the couple of three ways we had. I told him about
working for Pete and how I got the car. I told him about my pay and what I
did for it. But he came back to living with a 42-year-old man.

"So let me get this straight: Pete is your boss, but you live and sleep
with him?" Billy asked, confused.

"Pete is someone I met in January, had sex with, and now I live with him
for the summer, then I started working for him."

"He's 42; what are you, boyfriends?" he asked again.

"I don't know what to call him. What would you think if I called you my
boyfriend at your age? By the way, you have a fine body for 33. He has just
as nice a body as you, believe it or not."

I got out of the pool and grabbed my phone. I had very few photos of Pete
unclothed, but I did have one from our trip to Mexico that was a great shot
in his Speedos.

"Here, this is Pete," I showed the picture to Billy.

His mouth fell open, "That's your boyfriend?"

I laughed, "I don't know if boyfriend is the right term, but that's the man
I've slept with since January."

"Wow, little buddy, you did good, if that's what you like. He's hot. Is he
really 42? Does he treat you right -- well, of course, he does, but he
doesn't beat or hurt you?"

"Never, never even yelled at me," I replied. "Are you seeing anyone?"

"I drive about a half hour to Findlay to see someone. It's casual, nothing
regular. I might go to see him next weekend."

"Him?" I asked

"Yes, him. I'm done with women. He doesn't ask me to marry him every time
we sleep together," we laughed.

I reached over, cupped the back of his shaved head, and moved it up and
down. He grabbed my other hand underwater and held it. "I'd like to spend
the night with you," I said.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" he asked me. "What about. . ." he
started.

"He's not here and doesn't want to know," I said, looking into Billy's
eyes.

"Grab a towel, I don't need the neighbors thinking we're a bunch of
queers," he huffed.

He turned off the lights to the pool, and we went into his house wrapped in
a towel. It was cold inside, and both our nipples started firming up. I
laughed and pinched his. He playfully punched at my shoulder.

"A bunch of queers, huh?" I asked as I got undressed in the privacy of his
bedroom.

"I live here, and I'm not having my peace disturbed by people who don't get
it," he said gruffly.

"I know, I don't do anything gay in public either. I get it," I said.

I took my towel, turned Billy around, and started drying him in the small
of his back and then up to his muscular shoulders. He grabbed my hand and
held it a second, then turned around, still holding it.

"You know, I often think about that weekend you spent here and wonder if I
did wrong by teaching you all that. Maybe it wasn't my place. Maybe I made
you gay. I'm sorry if you feel I used you."

"Used me? Made me gay? Fuck, I loved every second of it. You didn't make me
gay just as much as the first guy you slept with did to you. You didn't use
me. If anything, I'm grateful that you didn't hurt me, didn't make it
nasty, allowed me to experiment, and didn't make me feel bad about it. I
was gay long before you, and I messed around. You showed me how to do it
with as little embarrassment as possible. I know guys who have had bad
first-time experiences and never mentally get over it. I don't feel bad
about it. You shouldn't either."

"Really? You don't? That's a relief, little buddy, because I felt bad about
it for a long time," he reached over and hugged me. My cock swung into
his. It was pretty hard.

"I guess you're no longer little, are you, bud?" he laughed as my cock
swung into his thigh. He dropped to his knees and took me into his
mouth. It felt good. I hadn't had anyone on me since the night before I
left Virginia. Billy was a good cocksucker, and he soon had me steel hard
and steadily leaking precum onto his tongue. I stopped him because I
planned to show off my skills since we were last together. I lay on the bed
and said he could continue. He pushed my legs apart some and went back down
on me. "Hang on, Billy, why don't we 69?" He smiled at me and moved his
cock over my face, and went back to sucking on my cock. I reached up and
took his hardness in my mouth, and began blowing him. After a few minutes,
I licked on his hairless balls and then down to his taint. He stopped
sucking me but still had his mouth on my cock. I slipped up further and
began licking and eating out his hole. He pulled off me and moaned.

"Suck me, Billy," I said. He went back to sucking me nice and wet. He
groaned with my cock in his mouth as I began eating his hole out wildly. He
pushed his ass back and gave me full, unhindered access to his hole. He
stopped sucking me and pushed up on his hands, and started howling. He
looked hot with his cock dripping on my neck and his balls over my chin. He
was lightly bucking back and forth. I knew I had him ready. I stopped and
rolled him over onto his back. He tried to keep me from spreading his legs
apart, but I managed to get my cock positioned at his wet hole. I looked
down at him in all his masculine glory. His nipples were hard, his muscles
tense, and he looked vulnerable. I pushed my cock to his hole.

"Wait a minute," he panted, "I topped, I thought you liked being a bottom."

"I did the weekend we were together, but I've moved on and up. Now I want
to fuck you."

"Little buddy, I haven't done much of that before. Don't hurt me."

I brought his legs up to my torso and began sinking into him. He had
wrapped his big hands around my wrists, his neck tilted back, showing off
his Adam's apple, and his mouth open.

"Damn," he grunted, "you're not little anymore, are you? Fuck, take it easy
on me. I want to walk tomorrow."

"Billy, I'm not that big. You'll walk tomorrow, maybe limp, but you're
doing good. I'm almost all the way in."

He grunted again as the final three inches passed into him. He opened his
eyes and looked at me with a deranged look. "Fuck, I know that's going to
eventually feel good," he gasped as he worked hard to accommodate me. I
stayed still, not wanting to mess up what could be the only sex I had in a
few days. He nodded, and I pulled back. "I don't think I can," he
shrieked. I stopped and pushed back in. He went insane and beaded a thick
glob of precum on his belly.

"I think you can, Billy," I whispered to him. I paused, and he took a deep
breath and nodded again. I pulled back and then went back in. He grimaced
but didn't say anything. It was so hot looking at this muscled 33-year-old
man underneath me. He grunted as I began picking up the pace. I had my
hands at his armpits and bent down and kissed his lips, with his full beard
and long mustache getting caught in my lips. I bit his upper lip roughly
and started laying in long deliberate strokes. He whimpered and moved his
hands up to my forearms. His balls were contorting, and he was now steadily
dripping precum, and his cock was hard as steel and bounced as I hit bottom
in him. His nipples were hard as rocks, and he had an unhinged look in his
eyes.

He was beginning to enjoy this, and all his toughness started softening,
and he became a horny little slut. He began tossing his head back and
forth, panting, crying out, rubbing his hands all the way up to my
shoulders and then back down. He came up to my face, trying to kiss me, but
I pulled back. He settled on sticking his nose into my chest and squealing
in euphoria. I reached down and cupped the shaved back of his head with one
hand and balanced myself on the bed with the other. I pulled him up to my
face and started nuzzling with him, burying my face in his neck and running
my nose up the underside of his long beard. I was panting, too, and letting
out little cries of ecstasy. He pulled his legs back and wider, allowing me
full access for my cock to nail his tight hole. I could feel the building
in my balls, knowing it wouldn't be long. I let his head down, grabbed the
sheets with both my fists, and buried my face next to his neck near his
ear. I was panting, holding my breath, and beginning to tense up. He cried
out, "Give me your load, little buddy."

I did as he requested and delivered a furious load deep into his guts as I
screamed into the pillow, so the neighbors wouldn't hear us. He groaned,
grabbed himself, and, within a few strokes, was blowing his own load onto
his belly between us.

I stayed in him for a minute after filling him. He put his legs around my
waist, and we slowly calmed down.

"You've been practicing," he said as he rubbed my back with his rough
hands, "that was a pretty hot fuck, little buddy."

I lazily got up off him and rolled over onto my back. "I had a good
teacher," I laughed at him.

"I need a shower, are you staying over tonight?" he asked me.

"If you don't care, I wouldn't mind. Maybe you can teach me something
else." I smiled at him.

"C'mon," he said, grabbing my hand and smiling back, "let's get a shower."

We showered, and after we dried off, Billy went through his top dresser
drawer and threw a pair of green silkies from his time in the Marine Corps
at me. "You need a pair of pajamas." I put them on, and he slipped into a
pair himself. "If anyone comes knocking early, at least we aren't in bed
together naked."

I laid down next to him but not cuddling with him. He put his hand behind
his head and pointed his elbow out. "You've done good, I'd say. You have
someone who likes you, buys you a car and clothes, pays your bills, and
takes you on trips. Why did you hook up with me tonight?"

"I'm horny and I wanted to show you what you helped me become."

"Do you really think I helped you do that? I didn't teach you how to snag a
catch like Pete. Fuck, I wouldn't mind a Pete myself."

"You taught me to not be ashamed doing this. That helped me in more ways
than you can imagine. I wanted to do it so often with some guy in high
school, but I didn't have the balls. And now I heard he's a meth-head, so
even though I dodged that bullet, I probably would have made some dumb
decisions about guys. At least you cared enough to set my head straight
about what I should and shouldn't accept in a relationship, in a
hook-up. That means a lot. Can I ask you something, though?"

"Sure," he said, turning to me.

"How long have you liked guys? I mean, you were married a few times, had a
string of girlfriends, and yet, you know a lot about how this can be a
shitty lifestyle if you let it become one."

He chuckled, "Wow, that's a lot wrapped up in that question. I've liked
guys since I was ten. I've liked girls, too. But my first experience was
with an. Damn, I almost hate saying this, with an uncle. I'm not going to
tell you who, but he thought he was hurting me, all he did was teach me
some excruciating lessons. I dated guys when I was in the military, but it
was quiet. I fucked a different girl every weekend, so the guys didn't
think anything weird about me. But there was one officer who took a liking
to me, he was older too, and we were partners -- I don't know if that's
accurate -- boyfriends -- I know what you mean about Pete there, boyfriend
isn't the right word -- we were exclusive for a few years. Anyhow, he was
married, we were stationed in Japan, and we started living together
off-base. No one knew. I know that now. And I was pretty happy with
him. But when I look back, there were signs that everything wasn't what I
thought. I suspected he was seeing other guys and we began to fight --
physically and emotionally -- with each other. I got more black eyes and
busted lips from him than in all my bar fights combined. One day, I decided
that I wasn't enjoying it anymore, and if that was what living gay was
about, I didn't want any part of it. I found a girlfriend, we got married a
month later, and I was done being gay. I knew I didn't love her, but I
played the game, I thought."

"Oh wow, did you love him?" I asked.

Billy briefly looked down at the bed and said, "I did. Anyhow, it wasn't
six months, and me and the wife began fighting. Nothing physical, just
arguing constantly. We were divorced six months later. Stupidly, and I mean
epic stupidly, I moved back in with him. We did OK until he went home for
leave. I hooked up with some rent guy in Tokyo and started a 10-day fling
with him. My boyfriend found us having sex in our bedroom because he came
back home from leave a day early. He put me in the hospital for a few
days. That I can't blame on anything but being horny. I probably would have
beat his ass, too, if I found the same thing. Then, a year or so later, I
had a few requests from senior officers considering him for a promotion to
general for character references. I decided to take some revenge on him. I
called him and told him I wanted a few things back from our time together
and that if he didn't, I'd spill the beans on our relationship. He must
have had some good lawyers because within days, I was arrested for
extortion. The fucker was smart enough to record the conversation. I pled
guilty to blackmail and spent a year in prison for it. I left the Corps and
returned here to marry someone I had attended high school with. You know
how that ended, and after that, I decided to have girlfriends of the
month. Literally, I'd start dating someone, knowing that by the end of the
month, I had no intention of seeing her again. I hurt a lot of good people
in the process."

"But how did you learn so much about all this?" I asked, dismayed by the
story so far.

"You mean the sex part or all of it?" He answered.

"Both," I said.

"After my second divorce and in between girlfriends, I would sit and think
and brood. I replayed everything that had happened when it came to sex and
love and realized that I didn't like the lifestyle, but I did like being
gay. I liked being with a guy. I liked the sex. It's more raw and more
exciting than with a woman. You might have figured out that I didn't bottom
much, although you might have changed my thinking about that. I've had a
few amazing fuck buddies who told me that being beat up isn't right in any
relationship. I know I'm decent, and I didn't turn out like so many of
these idiots who live here. I work, have family here, and probably could
fall for someone again. But I know it won't be a woman, and it won't be a
pot-smoking, beer-guzzling, meth-head. I'm better than that. You are,
too. You got a good one, it sounds like, with Pete. I want to be him to
someone one day, too. Don't let the lifestyle lead you. The sex part is
easy -- have lots of it with as many people as you can! Maybe you already
have that part down."

We spent the next few hours talking about the guys I had seen over the past
year, the memorable ones he had seen, and how each experience made each of
us develop an understanding of what was important during sex and
relationships and what was superfluous. Finally, well after midnight, he
turned onto his side with his back facing me. "I'm getting some shut-eye,
little buddy. Why don't you hold on to me? No one's walking in on us in the
morning."

During the time we were talking, we hadn't touched each other once or
kissed. It was a good, unfettered conversation. I put one arm under his
neck and through, placed the other on his belly and pulled him close to
me. He sighed, and we fell asleep.

Sunday afternoon, Mom hosted dinner for both sets of my grandparents. It
was a big dinner with fried chicken, potato salad, beans, greens, and other
garden vegetables. I picked at my food. I hadn't eaten this way in nearly a
year and knew I'd regret eating too much. The conversation varied from
gossip about other family members to how much rain the crops would get and
how soon the corn would be ready. Apparently, there was a legal case going
on in town of a woman on trial for killing her husband, and the list of
people who were busted for making meth. The small details of a local
staples store going out of business after 100 years and the people who
acted foolishly at the party yesterday were also discussed. It was small
talk in the smallest of ways, which I never missed while away. But to them
it was fascinating and important. I was glad I wasn't part of the
conversation. I knew that my car, clothes, and watch would be a significant
topic of discussion at the next family reunion.

By evening, my mind was spent with the minutiae of country life, and I
called Billy. "Hey Billy, can I come over for a swim?"

"Sure, little buddy. I could use one too. I've been gardening all day. I'll
see you in a little bit."

I told my parents I was heading to Billy's for a swim and might stay the
night. They told me to be careful.

I pulled into Billy's driveway, and he came out to greet me wearing just
the shorts he had put on the night before. He was dirty and shirtless and
looked absolutely hot. He was wearing a pair of flip-flops and put his
dirty hands on his waist when I got out of the car. "That is one sweet
ride!" He shook his head, looking at it like he hadn't seen it before.

"Hey, I'm going to shower and get this dirt off me before I get into the
pool. It's hard enough to keep clean."

I changed into a more conservative pair of maroon Speedos. I had the tan
now to make it look right on my body. Billy came out of the shower and saw
me changing. "Little buddy, is that the only type of swim trunks you wear?"

"Yep. I have the body to get away with it," I said, rifling through my
backpack, "and so do you," tossing him a brand new pair of black
ones. "Thanks for last night. Thanks for everything, actually."

He grinned and slipped into his trunks. He looked in the mirror and knew I
was right about getting away with wearing Speedos. He nodded appreciatively
at his reflection.

We both jumped in the deep end, and the water felt great! I swam a few laps
of the pool and then decided I wasn't in training and wasn't doing more
laps. Billy got out of the pool and turned off the lights around and in the
pool. It was dark and the cicadas were chirping. He moved over next to me.

"You put a hurting on my ass last night, I want you to know that. Tonight,
it's my turn." He kissed me quickly and went underwater. We talked and
joked for a little while while swimming back and forth from side to
side. We acted like kids who never got into a pool often, splashing around,
roughhousing and being immature. Although kids didn't stop for a kiss or a
quick grab of each other. After fooling around for about an hour, Billy
started getting insistent. His hand didn't just grab now. He was holding on
to me and holding my hand on his package. He kissed me roughly in the dark,
and I knew it was time for us to go inside. I was aching for a solid
topping from Billy. I hadn't had cock in a few days and while I got off
with him last night, there's a difference between delivering a load and
shooting when one is being delivered to you. I needed that tonight.

I grabbed his hand and went up the steps of the pool. We dried off as we
walked to his back door. When we got in, he shut the door and kissed me
frantically. I kissed back just as fiercely and was slipping out of my
swimsuit. He had his down in seconds. We kissed all the way back to his
bedroom, stopping sometimes to shove each other against the wall and make
out. We were dry, and he threw me onto the bed. He knelt on the bed and
brought his mouth down to my hole and started mercilessly eating it out. He
grunted, chewed, and ate it like he owned it. I was feeling waves of lust
and craving simultaneously. He had a way with his aggressiveness, and I
liked it.  He got up, kissed me, and put his cock at my hole. He was hung,
and he reminded me of Sean and the way he had sex. It was careful and
sensual and very fulfilling. Tonight he had a different plan, I guess. He
entered me in one single push. I cried out when he hit the hilt, not from
the pain but from the sexiness of it all. Billy was hot and horny and while
he promised to hurt my ass, I knew he didn't have enough willpower to fuck
me longer than ten minutes, tops. He grunted with his face next to me as he
delivered what I needed most -- a good solid hard fuck. He surprised me by
kissing me all over my face and neck the entire time he was nailing me. It
wasn't unpleasant, but it was different than I expected from him. That got
me hornier than usual, and while I enjoyed the sex, I was simmering on the
verge of coming. I made the mistake of running my hands up and down his
back. It was a nice back, and I could feel the masculinity in his rugged
muscles. I opened my legs wider, and he began pounding harder, and before I
could get the words out of my mouth, I was shooting between us. He rewarded
me with a rock-hard cock and a load that felt like it shot up to my
throat. He muffled his cries of passion into the pillow under my head. I
wrapped my legs around him and let him shudder all he needed to until he
could regain his composure.

"Fuck, why are you my cousin? I would so take that every night if I was
your boyfriend. I'd buy you a car, a watch, and take you to Mexico, too, if
I could have you full-time. Damn, I'd even come out if you were mine."

"Would you really? I'm flattered, really, but we are cousins. If I were
single, I'd like something like that with you too. I could work with the
cousin part; we wouldn't be having kids, but I got to ask you, why?"

"Because you're a quality guy. Athletic, smart, good-looking, loves sex,
nice personality, all that stuff we're always looking for. If you didn't
have Pete, you'd go with me?"

"Hell yeah, you're sexy, smart, good-looking, you love sex, you have a nice
personality, and you've been the most amazing teacher."

He reached around my head and kissed me, "But you have a great boyfriend
already. I'm not getting in between that. C'mon, let's go get a shower and
get to sleep. You have to drive tomorrow."

I made it to the bathroom first, saw his shorts still lying on the floor,
and picked them up, "Billy, can I have these?" I turned around and showed
him the shorts.

"Little buddy, I've got at least 20 pairs of those that are clean. Sure,
you can have a pair."

"No, I want these," I said, smiling.

"You want my dirty-ass pair of shorts instead of a new pair?"

"That's why I want them," I said, placing his crotch over my face and
breathing them in. I started to stiffen.

"Oh, got it! Sure, they're yours. I'll get you a baggie so they don't stink
up your other stuff." He moved in close to me and kissed me.

Monday morning came quickly, and Billy woke me up. "C'mon, little buddy,
time to get up. You're going home today." He had a pot of coffee brewing
and made me a piece of toast.

"I'm going to miss you, man," he said looking at the floor. "I know I said
some stuff last night that I. . . I don't want to mess you and Pete
up. Don't think about me that way, OK? I don't regret saying it; I meant
it, but you're happy, and he sounds like he treats you well. Maybe we can
do what we discussed next time we're both single."

"I'll never forget what you've done for me. I'll never forget how you make
me feel. And yeah, maybe one day we might. I don't think I care much about
the 'cousin' stuff. But I appreciate the hell out of what you've done for
me. I'm going to miss you, too."

I reached over and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back, and we stood in
his kitchen for a few minutes. When we broke apart, he looked down at the
floor. He was crying.

"Awww, come here," I said as I embraced him again, "How about I try to make
more of an effort to come home for the holidays? Mom has taken over my room
with her quilting, so it's not that strange for me to spend the night
here. I'd come to see you."

"Don't do that; you're driving me crazy. You have to go back to Virginia
and try to forget this stuff. You break my heart and I don't want to go
through that again," he said through tears.

I hugged him even tighter, and he cried even harder.

"I'm not forgetting you and all this stuff, neither are you. C'mon Billy,
you know I love you. I think the world of you. Don't let this stop you from
chasing happiness."

He composed himself, gave me another hug and smiled. "Listen to you, the
college man. I said you were smart."

I drove to my parent's house and went in for breakfast. I had packed
everything up, and it was ready to take and go after eating.

"I don't understand exactly what you do for this lawyer, but keep doing
it," my dad said as we finished breakfast. "He pays well, and you seem
happier and more organized with your life now."

"I do a lot for him, and he appreciates it, Dad; I'm staying by his side as
long as I can," I said as I got up from the table and carried my plate to
the sink.

I gathered my bags and took them out to the car. My parents and sister came
up to the car and watched me get in. I put the window down and turned on
the air conditioning. "Well," I said, getting out to hug everyone, "I'm
going to get going and drive in the daylight."

"It was nice seeing you, maybe you can come home for Thanksgiving or
Christmas this year," my mom sniffed. "I can clear out the room for you."

"I talked about that with Billy; I could always stay overnight at his
house; he didn't mind."

"Yeah, Billy's a good guy like that," my dad said, nodding.

I got into my car, waved goodbye, and drove off, not looking back. I
thought about visiting my family as I drove back to Virginia. It went
better than I expected, and while they genuinely enjoyed seeing me, the
past, the town did nothing to make me really want to return except for the
obligatory family visits. It wasn't the life I wanted to live anymore, and
aside from Billy, I couldn't be the person I wanted to be while I was there
anyhow. Billy turned out to be the shock of my trip, and there was no one I
could talk to about it.

When I hit the WV/VA line, I thought about Pete coming home tomorrow. I
couldn't wait. I know I slept with Billy while I was there, but it was
sex. Pete was comfortable and stable. Pete was my everything, which
exhilarated me as much as it scared me.

I met Pete at the airport at nine on Tuesday morning and brought him
home. I asked how his trip went visiting with his daughters. He seemed like
he had a good time with them. We discussed my visit, and he was surprised I
said I enjoyed myself. I was waiting for him to ask about Billy, but he
didn't, and I was relieved.

"We have a few things we need to do this afternoon," Pete said as he put
away the last of his clothes.

"I need to get the CFO on a video chat at one; we can do that here; send
him an email, please. Also, I need an update on the progress of the Marine
tie-in. I want to talk with their educational officer, say at two. Can you
update that progress report and include a few dates? I'll forward the
emails to you. At four, I need a fifteen-minute chat with our IT guy, and
can you please call and get dinner reservations for eight at the steak
place for Friday -- CFO and his group, the University president, you, and
me. Let's set up a conference again the week after the Fourth. I don't
think this is sinking in with some of them, we need to regroup and get it
nailed down finally."

Back to business, I see.

"CFO is confirmed for one. I told the education officer yesterday that
you'd like to talk with him when you return; I'll send him the time. The
progress report was updated this morning. I saw the emails and straightened
it up already. Would six be good for dinner, or considering we have a
meeting that always goes long with these folks, would seven be better? I
booked the conference center for the Monday after the Fourth, you had two
days clear, or would you prefer Tuesday? I've just texted Phil in IT, and
he confirmed four is good for him. I also spoke to Nancy this morning. You
have some files and papers you didn't get, and she's having them
overnighted here for tomorrow's 8 am delivery. She also mentioned the
partner's meeting on the fifteenth. I scheduled it on the calendar and have
you and me on a flight the afternoon before. I also set up a hotel
reservation where you stayed while visiting your daughters. Adjoining
rooms. Car rental set, too. A letter arrived this morning about some more
government funding that wasn't previously considered. I didn't know what to
do with it, so it's at the top of your stack."

"What?" he looked at me thoughtfully. "You're done with all that already?
And you've set up the partner's meeting trip?"

"Was there anything else?" I asked in my business voice.

"You're underutilized. I need a spreadsheet with all the financing dates,
sources, and outlays. Can you have that done by tomorrow afternoon?"

"I believe I can. Did you want me to add the additional sources from
today's meeting? If so, please ask them to copy me on your correspondence
so it's complete when I give it to you?"

Pete looked at me sideways, "What in the hell has gotten into you? How are
you managing all this?"

"I've gotten to know you well enough and can do a good job organizing
information sent to me from every source. Did you have any feedback on ways
I could improve my performance?"

Pete started laughing, "OK, good enough. You don't do a pretty good job of
organizing; you are doing an amazing job. Maybe, if there was one thing,
I'd say you're too focused. You can be a bigger prick than I am when I'm in
the heat of it all. You can lighten up some."

"I'm sorry, I am. I get into a mode, and it's hard to escape it. And I
don't ever want to disappoint you. Have I been rough with you?"

"No, you've never been mean; you're just so focused you forget to breathe
and enjoy it, too. You have done nothing but make me proud and glad I hired
you. Don't be so businesslike with me when we're alone; it scares me how
business-minded you are. Are you sure you're majoring in the right classes?
You could be a Wall Street whiz, you know that?"

"We're alone and you know I love you. I'm sorry I don't mean to be so
uptight. I'll work on remembering you and me first and the job second. By
the way, a guy has been hounding me to schedule an appointment with you
about creative funding sources. It sounded sketchy to me, but he's been
persistent, and I don't want you to miss an opportunity for more
funding. Is there a time you'd like to meet with him? You might want to
hear him out, you're better at ferreting out the bullshit."

"Set him up after Phil. It's the end of the day; if I don't like what he's
got, we can blow him off and finish our day."

"You got it, sir." He came over to me and kissed me on the head. "I love
you so much and you make me so proud."

I hugged him. "I love you, too. I'm sorry for being short and terse. I'll
work on it."

It was exciting to accompany Pete to New York, see the firm he worked for,
and meet the people I spoke with on the phone frequently. We never used the
adjoining room, and dinner was on our own. He took me to five-star
restaurants both nights we were there. It was lavish, expensive, and
top-of-the-line. I know it was an expense account, but he booked us at two
of the nicest restaurants he could have found. I appreciated him thinking
of me and what I might like. He ran into a few people he knew, and it was
plausible to introduce me as his assistant. We were sure to dress
differently and nothing could have been discerned by our sitting at the
same table together, other than an assistant and his boss.

When we arrived home on Friday night, the attendant at the front desk of
our complex handed Pete an envelope addressed to him.

"What is it?" I asked as we went up on the elevator to our penthouse.

"There are two tickets for a performance at the University Arts Center
tomorrow night. A performance for Verdi's Rigoletto featuring a tenor who
trained at Julliard. Oh, I see, the President sent them to us. We're
obligated to a degree somewhat. Let's get dressed to the nines and turn the
Arts Center upside down."

"OK, I've never been to an opera, symphony, or concert outside our high
school auditorium. It could be fun."

After a lazy day at home, we dressed in our most dashing suits and
shirts. Pete had taken me to dinner before at a nice fancy restaurant. I
needed to hit the gym more because of all the fine food and wine we had
been enjoying this week. I hadn't gained weight, but I felt full and
sluggish. A week or two of heavy training should be enough to tighten and
lighten. Pete did his usual inspection of my tie, found it lacking somehow,
and helped me fix it. He also gave me a dab of his cologne. Tonight would
be special because I hadn't seen a professional performance of classical
music before. I honestly didn't know what to expect.

Dinner was terrific, and when we arrived at the Arts Center, our tickets
had us in the Loge section. It placed us near the orchestra, and we had a
fantastic view of the stage. The lights dimmed and the orchestra began
playing. The storyline and music were entirely Italian but very dramatic. I
watched with interest, especially at the famous tenor who looked familiar
to me somehow, yet I couldn't place him. He had an especially nice voice
that was calming and wonderful to hear. A few times, I could feel the music
and follow along; other times, it was just lovely, harmonious voices. When
the opera finished and the lead vocals reappeared on stage to take their
flowers, I recognized the tenor was Sean. My mouth fell open and I
gasped. I realized that we never talked about his work during our time
together. I had no idea he was so talented.

Because of our relationship with the University, we were invited to attend
an after-party cocktail event with the cast's main characters and the
orchestra's first chairs. I regretted telling Pete I was so excited to see
this performance now. I knew we would eventually speak with Sean, but I
didn't know how to handle it. I was nervous when the university president's
wife began making introductions.

"Mr. Walker, this is Sean Korhonen, who trained at Julliard," Sean reached
over and took Pete's extended hand. I don't think he had actually noticed
me. I was dressed in much different clothing than Sean had seen before.

"Mr. Korhonen, allow me to introduce my personal assistant, Thom."

"How nice to meet you, Thom," Sean extended his hand and looked at me
without giving away that he knew me, "What did you think of tonight's
performance?"

Flustered but still trying to maintain my composure, I replied, "I was just
telling Pete before we arrived that the biggest performance I've ever
attended was the musical at my high school's auditorium. This was clearly
nothing like that. I enjoyed what I heard but didn't understand much, but
it was a good introduction to opera."

Pete put his hand on my neck like he's prone to and said, "Thom is my
personal assistant; he keeps me organized and on track. I'd be lost without
him. He just finished his first year here and took a paid internship with
me this summer."

"You know, I have a busy fall season, and I'll need an assistant myself;
perhaps we should have dinner together, the three of us, and discuss what
qualities to look for in interviewing my new assistant. Hiring people isn't
something I've done before," Sean suggested looking at both of us.

"It's too bad he's returning to school this fall, I'd recommend him to
you," Pete smiled.

"Seriously, I'd like to see if we could have dinner in the next week or
two, I need to get the ball rolling on this. I think your input would be
helpful," Sean insisted.

"Sure, give Thom a call and we can set it up," Pete said as he moved on and
talked with the President.

"What are you doing?" I asked Sean as soon as Pete got out of earshot.

"I didn't know you both were going to be here tonight," Sean replied, "but
why not have dinner together? We can talk, I can see you, and we don't have
to talk about anything else."

"OK," I smiled as someone passed by looking our way, "I'll give you a call
with a date. Where's your wife?"

"She doesn't come to these events, she's too much of a loose cannon," Sean
said.

As I was driving home with Pete, we talked about the opera.

"I enjoyed it actually. It wasn't a New York performance, but it was good
nonetheless," Pete said, "What did you really think about it?"

"It was interesting and the music was soothing. Like I told Sean, I only
understood some of it, but it was an enjoyable night. I should make a point
of trying things like that more often. I feel like a country bumpkin
sometimes."

Pete laughed, "You are far from that, Champ. You look better than any
theatergoer I've seen at your age. Incidentally, did you find a date to
meet with him?"

"Yeah, we agreed on next Thursday, you're clear after three that day. Pete,
I have to tell you something, and I don't know anything other than being
direct. Sean and I have slept together a few times. And we train at the gym
together a few times a week."

"Is training at the gym some code for sleeping together?" Pete asked
tersely.

"No, train at the gym is lifting weights and swimming, nothing else." I
could hear him exhale.

"OK, before you met me or when I was traveling back and forth, there isn't
anything I can control or be mad about. I don't want to know when, but were
you always mine when I was in town?"

"I've never slept with someone while you were in town or before you
arrived."

"Then I can't say anything about it, can I? Wouldn't it be hypocritical of
me being married to ask for fidelity?"

"I suppose. I have a history, you know, when that started for me. I met
many people in that bar before you came in that night."

"A lot? Do I want to know?"

"A lot of the people I met were at that bar; a few teammates and
upperclassmen round out my sexual experiences."

"Teammates and upperclassmen, too?"

"I think every one of them is straight. Young, hung, and dumb. Quick nut
and go."

"OK, I get that part. Is that what it is for you?"

"I don't want a relationship with any of them. They don't want one. It
beats jacking off."

"OK, I can understand that part, too."

"I think any man I've been with has either been married or had a
girlfriend, so they said."

"OK, I can't say much about that, can I? I fall into that category."

"I asked one guy once what it is about being married but having sex with a
guy. You know what he said. We're hornier, we don't want a relationship,
and we don't get pregnant."

Pete was quiet for a minute.

"So having sex with these guys has meant nothing to you? It's a quick nut,
as you say."

"When I have sex with you, it takes me to a different place; it makes me
feel whole; it makes me believe that you can have someone in this lifestyle
you can love. Sex with you is an expression of love for you. I can't say
that I feel that way about other guys I've had sex with."

"I was your age at one time. I get the need and the desire, so I'm not
knocking it. Can you tell me I'm all yours?"

"Of course, I can. You're the first person I think about when I wake up and
the last when I fall asleep. You occupy a lot of time in my head -- never
in a bad way. I don't need -- no, I don't want to cheat when we're
together."

"I believe you. I trust you. I love you. But I have another question: would
you want to three-way with this Sean guy?"

"I wonder about your motivations sometimes. I was surprised at how you
handled it the last two times we did it, not emotionally -- I knew it
wasn't emotional for you. I'm thinking about how it comes about in your
head. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining and it is hot watching you
get so horny doing it. I know it isn't you're tired of me or not as horny
with me. That's not it. But what is it that makes the idea pop into your
head? Sean, of all people. He was fully dressed." I started laughing.

He started laughing, too, which helped break some of the tension. "You got
me there; the other two were in nothing but a swimsuit. You swim with him,
does he look as good in one, too?"

"He does; he's put on weight, believe it or not. He was cut up before, and
I wouldn't say scrawny, but he's finally packing on some muscle and looks
good in a swimsuit."

"Could he separate himself emotionally from your friendship to handle a
three-way with us? Or do you think it would be too hard on him? Could he
let the past you had together be the past?"

"You know, honestly, I don't know about that. I know he has a bad marriage
situation. I met her, she's rough. He hasn't talked about anyone he's
hooked up with since we did, so I don't know if he's moved on from our
past."

"You work out with him a few times a week, why don't you ask him?"

"I guess I could. We don't discuss that stuff while working out, but it's
not like I can't. I will the next time. But what are you getting from all
this? I don't want it to sound like I'm keeping score, I'm not, but the two
we've done have been hot and it satisfies me differently -- it's more
primal I guess. But what does it do for you?"

"I get to enjoy you and someone else, and I get to watch you enjoy
yourself, and I love watching you having sex with someone and picturing
that it's me receiving it. It's a snapshot of us watching you. I know our
age difference isn't a problem in our sex life, but maybe monogamy for you
is. I don't want to wander, but you're young, you'll stray one day. I
thought if it was something we did together, at least you could stray, and
I approved of it."

Now, I was the quiet one.

"I don't know much about love, but that sounds very loving. I do love
you. Some of this gets crazy for me at times, and I don't always understand
it all." We had been parked in the garage for nearly 20 minutes already. I
reached over, grabbed his hand, and kissed it. "Teach me how to love like
you do."

"I don't need to teach you that, I know you love me. You love me exactly
the way I want to be loved."


I met Sean on Friday at the gym. I know I had a quiet demeanor that day
because I didn't know how he would react when I asked him about getting
together for a three-way with Pete and me.

"What's going on?" he asked me after we had changed.

"Pete and I had a long talk the other night after the performance," I
replied.

"Uh-oh, and I came up, didn't I?"

"Well, yes, but not in the way you might be thinking. Can I ask you
something?"

"Of course, you can."

"Have you seen anyone after you and I had sex?" I was squeamish about
asking, feeling unqualified to do so.

"I tried a dating app, and it was weird. Had a few coffees, but nothing
went anywhere."

"Why? It didn't have anything to do with me, did it?"

"Maybe it did, I can't be sure. No one really measured up to you, so in
that regard, yes. But I haven't felt the urge like I did before I met
you. Am I waiting for you and Pete to break up so I can swoop in and take
you for myself? No. And if I was, I wouldn't tell you anyhow. Is something
wrong between you and Pete?"

"C'mon, let's go lift, we can talk out there."

We started a reasonably heavy routine, and we were doing well. We chatted
about the opera, minor school events, and the weather. Sean had finished a
heavy set, and we were resting.

"I know this isn't too far out there for you," I started, "and I don't mean
any offense saying that. What got me about our conversation the other night
was when he asked me if I would like to three-way with you. Not your wife,
but me, you, and Pete."

Sean looked surprised and furrowed his eyebrows. He was quiet for a minute.

"He said that on his own? You didn't even hint that or put him up to it?"

"No, he brought it up on his own. Well, not entirely on his own. I didn't
plant any seeds, but I did tell him about our past."

Sean put his hand up to cover his mouth.

"What did you say, exactly?" Sean looked irritated.

"I told him that you and I go to the gym a few times a week. I said we had
sex a few times before. I didn't go into details. I told him a lot about my
sexual past, and he asked me if I'd want to three-way with you. I said yes
but wanted to ensure it wouldn't overwhelm you emotionally. You're not
fragile, but well, I got the impression you wouldn't mind a stable sexual
and emotional relationship with me. I don't want to cause you any anguish
over this."

"I'm stronger than I look, a lot of that in large part to you. Physically,
I'm in the best shape of my life. Emotionally, I had to move on and accept
that you belonged to someone else. But, I have to tell you, since we're
being honest here, if you and I were able to have a prolonged relationship
together, I'd divorce that bitch in a heartbeat and be happy with just
you. And one day, I'll move past that, too. One day, I'll have to find
happiness, and I'd like that to include you, but I have to realize it might
not."

"Oh, Sean," I started.

"Sexually, I'm climbing the walls. And your boyfriend is one of the hottest
older men I've ever seen. He's gorgeous. And I noticed that car you've been
driving. I know who that came from. You would be crazy to dump him for
anyone else."

I laughed for the first time in our conversation.

"Let me think about it for a little bit. Maybe getting off with two hot
guys might get my mind back to normal for a while."

We finished our workout, changed and were leaving the gym. It was now
normal for us to hug when we left. He hugged me hard for a minute.

I got into the car, and my cell buzzed with a text. It was from Sean. "Yes!
I'll do it." I laughed.

The dinner we planned out was instead delivered to the penthouse. It was
some fancy board with meats, cheeses, and pickled and fresh raw
vegetables. Pete and Sean were into it. I didn't get it. There was a bottle
of expensive wine that I didn't like but the two of them raved about. Sean
and Pete were hitting it off together well. Pete was a fan of the arts, and
they talked a lot about the New York opera and symphony. Other than playing
the piano, I had little to add to the conversation.

Sean asked where the restroom was. I motioned to the door, and he went in
and shut it. We all wore dress shirts and slacks, but my shoes were
beginning to bother my feet. I slipped them off, took them to the bedroom,
and put them in my closet. When I turned around, Pete had his arm around
Sean's shoulders, and both of them had a shit-eating grin. Pete quickly
approached me, unbuttoned my shirt, and slipped it off me. He unbuckled my
belt, and my pants fell off easily. I had a small pair of underwear on, and
Pete looked at Sean, who nodded. Sean started undressing while watching
me. When he was down to a small pair of underwear, Pete looked at me and I
nodded. Pete slipped out of his clothing, and we all went to the bed. Pete
grabbed the lube from the drawer and sat it on the nightstand. I stood up
to free my hard-on from my too-tight undies. It sprung out and
bounced. Sean pulled me back down on the bed and began sucking me. I
groaned, it felt good. Pete positioned himself at my hole and started
eating my ass out. I cried out as his beard grazed my butt. I have had both
things done to me separately, but when two men were simultaneously taking
care of both sides of me, I was in heaven. Both of them were rubbing my
torso front and back, and it was making me tingle and lightheaded. I
reached with both hands and lightly touched each head, not guiding anything
just touching them.

Sean took the lead, which surprised me. He moved up and began kissing me
passionately. He fumbled with the lube bottle and managed to get him and my
hole slicked up rather well. He pushed me onto my back and, positioned
himself at my hole and slipped the head of his stiff prick into me. I
gasped. "Do it," I heard Pete whisper to Sean. Sean pushed all the way in
gently in one stroke, and I tilted my head back on the pillow and said
nothing. It hurt slightly, but I knew it would be OK in a few strokes. My
legs were lifted around Sean's torso, and for a moment everything stood
still. Sean came down close to me; I grabbed his elbows and looked up at
him, then over to Pete, who was smiling at me. He plunged back in, and I
gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. Soon Sean was moving fluidly and
giving me a solid, if not very conservative, fuck. When I was well
lubricated from his precum, he nearly laid on top of me fully. He grabbed
the back of my head and pulled it to his chest. Our work in the gym over
the past few months was paying off, and while he was naturally lean, his
chest was striated with new muscle. He held my nose to his cleavage and
started laying in a more vigorous stroke. He was rock hard inside me, and I
could feel him tensing up and thickening.

"I'm going to come soon," he moaned.

"Come deep inside of him," I heard Pete say, "I'm loading him tonight,
too."

Between Pete's dirty talk, Sean's insistent hardness, and being with both
men, it pushed me over the edge. I cried out as I began to come between
us. I clamped down during my orgasm, and Sean pushed into me violently and
started coming deep inside me. He moaned while he dumped his load into me.

Sean had no sooner withdrawn, and Pete got between my legs. He grabbed my
chin roughly and moved my head back and forth. He stuck his thumb in my
mouth and pulled on my cheek. He rubbed my face and beard with one hand and
lifted one leg to lay on his torso. He placed his cock at my hole, and, in
one unlubed stroke, was in me. I looked up at him, and he had a devilish
look in his eyes. Pete didn't hurt going in; I was still wet from
Sean. Pete decided that he was going to own my hole, he already did, but he
was marking his property tonight. With a sturdy hard-on he began fucking me
mercilessly. I was his already, he was showing off his property to
Sean. Pete was always good to me in bed; he always met my needs while
getting his. Tonight he was fucking me more roughly, more like property. I
got lost in his competitive lovemaking, and while I always loved the way we
had sex every time, this session was taking me to new heights of
stimulation. I was his, he was proving that with every stroke. He started
grunting like a caveman and throwing me the most brutal roughest fuck he
had given me. His eyes were wild, rolling back sometimes, he was sweating
and the slight glistening of his hard body was making me horny. He reached
down and, with one hand, grabbed both my wrists and held them above my
head. I was stretched out with my legs in the air.

I looked over at Sean, who was stroking the most painful-looking hard-on
I've seen on a man. He was damned near salivating. I arched my back a
little, and pushed my ass up to Pete, allowing him greater access. My balls
were on fire as I felt a powerful load churning from my prostate. I moaned,
I cried out, I screamed, and the first volley of come shot against my
forehead, then all over my stomach and chest. Pete rammed into me in one
final savage thrust and groaned as shot by shot his load coated the load
deposited by Sean earlier. Sean came over to the bed and shot another
magnificent load all over me. Pete wasn't done with his show, apparently,
he withdrew still hard from me and got up and grabbed Sean by the throat
and pushed him up against the wall and began kissing him violently. Sean
looked scared when he was pushed but fell into the sexiness of the act and
kissed Pete back with as much passion as he could. It was so hot watching
them that my cock didn't soften. My balls ached, and my groin was
stretched, but I lay there and began beading precum, watching them kiss
each other for nearly five minutes. Despite having recently come, both men
were still hard and their cocks were swinging against each others. Pete was
the first to pull away. "I need a drink, my cock hurts," he laughed.

We went to the living room, and Pete poured us all a neat scotch. I went to
the bathroom and got a towel for the couch.

Sean was the first to speak, "Excuse my language, but fuck that was hot!"

Pete laughed and agreed with him, "Yes it was! My legs are still
wobbly. How are you feeling, Champ?"

I was still catching my breath, "You both fucked me so hard and gave me
some powerful nuts. I need a few days to get back to normal."

Pete laughed, looking a little surprised. "You, not horny again in ten
minutes, I don't believe it." Sean chuckled.

"I bet you have one more in you for tonight," Pete winked at me.

"I bet he does, too," Sean echoed.

When we were finally sufficiently cooled down, Pete grabbed Sean by the
hand and took him to the bed. Smiling playfully, he pushed Sean on the bed
and grabbed the lube. He fingered Sean's hole gruffly and poured a glob on
his own hardening cock. Sean instinctively lifted his legs, and Pete pulled
him to the edge of the bed. Between Pete pushing and Sean pushing back,
Pete sunk in to Sean's hole carefully but decidedly. Sean gasped and ran
his hand over Pete's abs and flat lower belly. Pete pulled back and thrust
back in. Sean cried out in lust. Pete then began delivering a standard
missionary position fuck. Nothing fancy, nothing exotic, just a good lay to
empty what he still had left in his balls. Sean tossed his head back and
forth on the pillow, groaning. His cock bounced as Pete bottomed out in
him. His balls were tight and separated, and you could see them moving
around in his sac. He looked over at me, sighed, and began silently
spilling his load onto his stomach. Pete saw that, looked over at me,
pounded him hard a few times, and unloaded into his guts. It was utterly
masculine to see these two gorgeous men I knew enjoying an orgasm together.

Pete, undeterred, plopped down on the bed on his back, spread his legs, and
said, "C'mon Champ, come fuck your dad."

I laughed hard and walked over to him, hardening up with every step. I
lubed his hole and put some on me. I passed through, and he grabbed my
waist. "Take it easy, stud," he moaned. I pulled back and went back in. He
moaned again. I was rock solid. Pete was enjoying the hardness in him and
began purring as I started pumping him. He moaned like a male porn star and
reached up to my nipples and began playing with and pinching them. I threw
my head back; somehow, it made me look longer and leaner. Pete gasped and
looked over at Sean, "Look how hot my son is." Sean nodded, precum dripping
from his hard cock but with his hands on his waist.

I started nailing Pete like he was my property too. I reached down and
placed each of my hands on his ribcage, groaning as I bottomed out in
him. For his part, Pete wasn't touching himself but had his hands above my
elbows. He began breathing in fast short breaths, his cock bouncing and
hard as steel. He looked over at Sean, "Oh. . .my. . .g-. . . I'm going to
come again," he shrieked and promptly began emptying his balls all over
himself. He convulsed and grabbed my arms hard enough to leave marks. I
couldn't believe he was so horny, and it brought me to my last nut for the
evening. I groaned, pushed hard, and began unloading my balls into him. I
saw stars and got lightheaded. I fell down on Pete's hard body, my cock
slipping from his ass and my load dripping from him down to the floor. He
grabbed my shoulders and held me hard. He put his mouth to my ear, "I love
you, I fucking love you." I kissed him lightly on his chin and rolled off
him.

Still standing with his hands on his waist, Sean took a few deep breaths
and turned away from watching us for a second. He was trembling. "I want
to, but it's too much -- I'm so overstimulated I can't."

Pete reached out his hand to him, "Come over here."

Unsure, Sean walked over and sat down next to us.

"Spend the night with us," Pete asked Sean.

"I'm not sleeping alone," Sean said almost in disdain.

"No one said you would, and when that overstimulation wears off, you can
choose who you want to finish with."

Sean leaned over and kissed Pete hard on the mouth. I rubbed Pete's belly
where his come was pooled and stuck a finger coated in it in Sean's mouth.

"Don't be naughty," Sean said, smiling at me.

"Quick single showers," Pete said, "I think we have some pajamas that will
fit you Sean. You can sleep in between us. I'm bushed."

"Fuck, you should be," I said laughing. Pete looked at me, tousled my hair,
and laughed.

By mid-August, we had three-wayed with Sean about four times. Now, someone
might think that we would get tired of it after a while, and the novelty
would wear off from being with the same partners every time. It didn't, it
got better every time. We all understood the limits and terms and lived by
them, but when we were together, it was almost an anything-goes kind of
affair. We never devolved into extreme kink or nasty. Still, we did have a
damn fine time together and some of our antics were so idiotically
immature, someone looking in would think we were all frat guys. I don't
know what got into Pete that first time about allowing Sean to sleep over
with us. I didn't mind because sometimes it led to surprise early morning
sex. Pete and Sean seemed to genuinely like each other. I never felt
threatened, Pete never felt threatened, and Sean got to have his cake and
eat it, too.

Mid-August also meant that I was starting classes in a few weeks. I enjoyed
working with Pete and didn't want to give up my time and money.

"Absolutely not! You're going back to classes starting in September. I'm
not holding you back from your education. This is a job, that is your
future. No, you're going back." Pete was animated but not angry with me as
I whined that I wanted to remain working with him through the end.

"But they've already pushed back the end date to mid-October. How will you
get through the next six months without help? Now is crunch time. You told
me at the beginning of this project if it doesn't end well, you and the
University won't be in a good spot."

"No," he wasn't budging.

I requested a private meeting with the University president and explained
what I wanted to accomplish. He agreed that I was necessary and decided
that my continuing work would take away and give me credit for my math,
history, and sciences for the semester. I needed to take two foreign
language classes to complete my first semester. I knew I would have to
carefully broach this new plan with Pete so he didn't feel managed or
manipulated.

"Pete, I've registered for my fall classes," I started cautiously at dinner
one night.

"I'm glad to hear that. What does your fall semester look like?"

"I'm taking English two days a week -- it's heavy reading so there aren't
many lecture times. And I have Arabic and Chinese the same two days."

"That's it? That's not a full course load."

"My math, science, and history were waived for the semester and given full
credit based on my work with you."

"What?" he asked, laying his fork down and glaring at me. I was glad we
were in a restaurant tonight.

"The last time I saw the University president, I told him how much I
enjoyed working this summer and how interesting the process was and wished
I could continue. He told me he found me among the most helpful and bright
young people he had worked with for a long time. He also said what a shame
it was that I'd be leaving. We spoke a little about my major, and he
actually was the one who proposed what I just told you."

"He did? He said that to you?" Pete was softening. At least he quit glaring
at me.

"So, I know that I was in classes for about two hours of the week this
summer; this would be about twelve without any lectures, which I knew well
in advance. Please reconsider your position on me staying with you.

Pete had softened considerably by now, "What is so important about working
with me? You could return to the bar a few nights weekly to make money."

"It was never about the money working for you -- it was a factor, but I get
to spend most of my waking hours with you. I don't think I've been anything
but professional when we're out working together. Still, physically, I'm
close to you, I get to see you, and I can smile at you instead of thinking
about you. You were the reason I took the job. Plus, I have to admit, it's
been fun. I've had a blast taking care of the details, watching you take on
this project, and I'm proud I've been part of it."

"You really are something you know. I don't know how well we've done; we're
pushed back six weeks, and that frankly annoys me. . ."

"That was not anyone's fault except the government when they rewrote the
rules midstream. No one knew that was coming, no one could have known
that. I won't allow you to beat yourself up about that one. I might have to
spank you if you keep talking like that."

Pete began laughing at me. "Fine, you know how hard it is for me to say
'no' to you. You're with me to the end."

"You know," I said, choking back tears, "I don't ever want there to be an
end."

Pete and I had sex that night, like every night that summer, but tonight
was different. It was so intimate, loving, and fulfilling that telling the
details would dishonor the act. He made love to me in a way that made me
feel like we would be together forever.