Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2007 20:28:52 -0800
From: qwb <qwb@san.rr.com>
Subject: Stonegate Stable ch 31

When I got back to the barn, I called Dylan to invite him to
the get-together on Sunday, but he said he was leaving for
Los Angeles Saturday morning and wouldn't be back until
Tuesday.  We chatted a bit, and he was friendly enough, but
our old easy intimacy was gone.  After I hung up, I sat
there lost in thought, staring out the window and thinking
about Vincent.

Talking to Dylan always upset me a little and I decided to
indulge myself in something guaranteed to take my mind off
him.  I tugged off my pants, took off my underwear, and put
my oldest riding tights on.

In the car on the way to Corleone's, I called Tony's cell.
"Hey, I need a favor.  Could I borrow your apartment?  I
need to seduce Vincent and that's the closest place.  Plus
it'll be like old times since that's where it all started."

He laughingly agreed, adding a crude remark about nooners
before promising to send Vincent out the back door in
fifteen minutes.

By the time Vincent stuck his head out, I was lounging on
the stairs with my shirt partially unbuttoned and one hand
inside pinching a nipple.  My erection was slanting across
my belly, outlined in what I hoped was mouth-watering detail
by my clingy white tights.  I smiled at him and slowly ran
my tongue across my upper lip.

His expression tightened, and he glanced back into the
kitchen before stepping out and letting the door close
behind him.  He watched the hand inside my shirt for a
moment before dropping his gaze to my crotch.  When my dick
lurched, his jaw clenched, and he took a deep breath as his
hand moved involuntarily to his own hardening cock.

I crooked my finger at him as I got to my feet, looking over
my shoulder as I took a few steps up, making sure my ass was
facing him.  He stared at it for a second, and then took the
steps two at a time, coming after me fast.  I made it about
halfway to the landing before he got a hand on me, gripping
my hip as he came alongside.  He thrust the door open and
propelled me inside, slowing only long enough to shove it
shut behind us.

As we neared the couch, he stepped behind me and hooked his
thumbs into the elastic waist of my tights, hauling them
below my knees in one smooth move.  My cock got caught for a
moment and then sprang free, brushing against his hand as he
wrapped his arms around me.  He bumped his knees into the
back of mine, dropped me to the floor, and pushed my chest
down onto the couch.  I heard his zipper and then he was
behind me, nudging the head of his cock at my hole.  I was
beginning to wish I'd remembered lube when I heard the 'pop'
of a snap-top bottle and felt the cool drizzle hit my ass.
Bless you, Tony.

Vincent wasted no time poking the head of his dick into me.
I sucked in a breath as he slowed for a moment, waiting
until I pushed back into him before pressing steadily on in,
stopping only when his balls were mashed against mine.  He'd
started on his knees, then he got to his feet, standing
outside my legs, thrusting down into me.  My prostate didn't
stand a chance at that angle, which was fine with me.  I
wanted to be fucked quick and hard, and Vincent knew me well
enough to know that.

He hung onto my shoulders and banged away, yanking me back
against his thighs as he battered my prostate into
submission.  I had a death grip on my dick, stroking
quickly, and in record time, my balls were churning.  My
heart was hammering in my chest, and the harsh sound of our
breathing filled the otherwise silent room until the first
blast of my orgasm caught me unawares.  I yelped as it
ripped its way up my cock, spewing onto the towel Tony had
put out for us.

As my ass pulsed around Vincent's dick, he plowed deeply
into me and hung there for a second, trembling as the storm
built.  Suddenly he grunted harshly, and began to jerk
through one of the hardest orgasms I've ever felt him have.
Each time his body convulsed he shuddered, shaking me as
well.

After a few moments, he pulled free of me, and went over
backwards until he was flat out on the floor.  I turned to
face him and sat down between his knees on the towel.
Vincent's softening cock lay across his open fly, oozing a
final few drops of cum onto his chef's pants.  He lay still
for a couple minutes before speaking, one hand splayed on
his heaving chest and the other flung out across the floor.

"Fuck, you turn me on!  It's a good thing I'm a healthy man,
or that one would have killed me."

He reached a hand to me and I crawled to his side, lying
down with my head on his upper arm and my hand on his chest.
He ran his fingers through my hair, fisting his hand and
tugging gently now and then.  It felt great, and I dozed off
in the total relaxation that a really good orgasm leaves
behind.  Finally, though, Vincent stirred.

"Wake up, baby, I gotta get back to work."  He pulled me up
so he could look at me.  "What was that all about?  You
okay?"

I shrugged and kissed him.  "Yeah, I just had a yen for
you."

"A yen, huh?  Well, I've always got a yen for your hot ass,
so don't be shy about giving in to those urges.  You
hungry?"

I hadn't been, having eaten lunch with Danny not all that
long ago, but now I was starving, so I followed him back
down the steps and into the kitchen, sitting on the stool
where it had all begun almost nine years ago.  My cock was
still chubby and pretty obvious in my tights, so I draped a
napkin across my lap, just like that first night I'd sat
there.

Vincent made me a plate piled with all the best that
Corleone's had to offer and shared it with me, stopping by
for an occasional bite while supervising dinner
preparations.  Tony sat a basket of bread next to my elbow,
along with a glass of wine, and I stayed there for another
hour and a half, watching Vincent manage the busy kitchen
with ease.

There's something about watching the person you love do a
thing they're really good at.  My heart pinched a little
whenever Vincent caught my eye and smiled at me, his teeth
flashing white in his dark face.  I knew I was feeling
overly emotional, and a couple times I was close to tears,
sitting there in the bright white kitchen.

During a lull, I finally got up and made my way to the back
door.  Vincent followed me out, holding me close with an arm
over my shoulder.  When we reached my car, he turned me to
face him, planting his crotch on mine so that I was pinned
against the door.  He gathered me close and just held me for
a minute before leaning back to look at me.

"You've been talking to Dylan, haven't you?" he asked.  I
nodded.  He studied my face for a moment before saying, "I
don't like seeing you unhappy, Sean, but I can't fix that
one for you."

"I know," I sighed.  "I'm okay.  I just needed to see you."

He kissed me goodbye and I drove back to the barn - still
depressed, but somewhat comforted, and glowing from the
rowdy sex.  I pulled into the yard just as Katie was hopping
out of her car with a big smile.  She bounced over - all
tits and teeth - to hug me and plant a kiss on my cheek.  I
hugged her back, holding on longer than usual, and she must
have sensed that I needed something because she tightened
her arms and just stood there holding me.  She smelled nice,
and her body was warm and soft where it pressed against
mine, and I began to understand a little of what drew Matt
to her.  Not to desire, but to understand.

Matt pulled in just then, so I released her.  She looked
into my face for a second longer, then turned away and
launched herself at him.  He was used to her by now, and
caught her under the arms to swing her around.  She laughed
and kissed him, and then he turned to me.

"I finished the Branson's portrait.  The one of the girl and
the pony.  I want to show it to you before I take it to
them.  I like it, but I'm not sure if it's what they wanted,
exactly."

He reached into the back of his truck, lifted out the
picture, which was wrapped in an old sheet, and propped it
on the back bumper.  He folded the sheet back, giving Katie
and me our first look at his latest creation.  I didn't know
the Bransons other than by reputation - rich, conservative,
mid thirties - but I'd assumed that they wanted a somewhat
formal portrait of their nine-year-old daughter Julia on a
spit and polished little show pony of some sort.  With that
in mind, I gazed at Matt's picture in a state of shock.

A fat, shaggy, brown and white Shetland pony stood dozing in
ankle-deep grass - eyes closed, hip-shot - as a young girl
in t-shirt and old jeans lay on her back at his feet with
her hands behind her head and her eyes closed to the sun.
She had one knee bent as she smiled a dreamy nine-year-old's
smile, and you could practically hear the bees buzzing in
the wildflowers that dotted the field.

Matt had done this one in watercolors, then gone over it
with pen and ink, detailing facial features, blades of
grass, the wrinkles in her jeans, the 'feathers' on the
pony's fetlocks.  As I let my eyes roam across the painting,
I could almost feel the tickle of the grass on the back of
Julia's neck, and the sense of contentment that both she and
the pony felt.  By the time Matt uttered an agonized,
"Well?" I was grinning in delight.

"Does the pony really look like that?"  I asked.

"Not any more.  They trimmed him up after the first time I
was there.  Now he looks like a show horse.  But he did, and
he was a lot cuter then."3

"Did they ask you for a formal pose?"

He shook his head.  "Mrs. Branson just said she wanted a
picture of Julia with Daisy and it had to be an odd size
17x20 - to fit in an old frame she has.  So I did one that I
thought really caught what the two of them are like
together."

"Well, I don't know the woman, but that's an amazing picture
of a kid and her pony.  They're gonna love it."

"God, I hope you're right."  Matt blew out a breath.  "I
guess I'll take it over there.  Wanna come?" he asked Katie.
He slipped the picture carefully back into its sheet, and I
made a mental note to buy him some carrying portfolios so
that he could make a little classier presentation.

They came zooming into the yard an hour later.  Matt leaped
out and jogged over to where I was talking to one of the
owners about their overdue vet bill.  He waited until I
finished, vibrating with excitement, and then shoved a check
in my face.  He and I had discussed what he should ask for
the picture back when he agreed to do it.  Apparently, Mrs.
Branson had agreed because the check was for the full $2000.

"She liked it, huh?"  I grinned at him.

"Well, she scared the shit outta me at first.  She just
stood there staring at it, and then she started crying.
When she calmed down a little, she told me that it wasn't at
all what she expected, but that it was exactly what she
wanted."

"Kind of like what Amanda told you about the dog picture.
Seems you have a knack for catching the little nuances that
make it really personal.  Good job, Matty, I'm really proud
of you."

We celebrated that night with Matt's favorite desert
Snickers cheesecake - a Corleone's specialty that I tried to
stay away from because it had to be a thousand calories a
bite.  I shared a piece with Vincent, who frowned at me
every time I picked at the candy topping.  After the fourth
time he clunked his fork into mine.

"Damn it, just eat it normally, will you?  You're picking

all the good stuff off."

"That's the least fattening part," I whined.

"Oh, Christ, just enjoy it.  I'll work it off you later."

So I did, and he did.


Sunday was clear and hot, perfect for a pool day with
friends.  Maria had prepared all sorts of salads and side
dishes, and Vincent had a couple big trays of stuff ready
for the grill.  Matt and Katie had ridden in the morning,
and were now playing in the pool.  As I watched, Katie
trotted out to the end of the diving board and leaped in on
top of Matt.

They both climbed out a few minutes later to lie in the sun,
and I looked at them fondly.  Katie was wearing the smallest
bikini I'd ever seen.  It was bright pink, and contrasted
nicely with Matt's slinky black speedo.  Neither suit left
much to the imagination, but the way things had been going
with them, I supposed I should be happy they were wearing
anything at all.

Jesse and Ben pulled in around twelve, shirtless with their
swim suits peaking out the tops of their shorts.  The sight
of Jesse's spectacular chest and arms had me entranced until
Vincent walked past me and pinched my ass.  "Get a grip,
Sean," he muttered as he went out to greet them.

As he and Jesse stepped into a long, close hug, Vincent
squeezed his eyes tightly shut and pressed his face down
into Jesse's shoulder, the muscles in his arms standing out
as he clutched Jesse to him.  At that moment - with one of
those rushes of understanding that leave you light-headed
and a little ill - I realized that he was much more
apprehensive about the impending trial than I'd thought.
After a minute or so, as Ben looked on with a little smile,
they broke apart, but Jesse kept a hand on the back of
Vincent's neck as they came into the kitchen.

I hugged Jesse and Ben, grabbed a handful of wine coolers
from the fridge, and we headed out to the pool.  Matt leaped
off his towel when he saw Jesse, and flew into his arms.
Jesse rocked him back and forth for several moments, his
face pressed to Matt's as he whispered in his ear.  Matt
clung to him, his slender form engulfed in Jesse's big arms.
Matt had come so far since Jesse and Vincent had rescued him
- from a frightened, abused child to a loving, talented
young man - and I would not let Ray hurt him any further.

Katie stood up more slowly, staring at Jesse with wide eyes.
He looked her up and down over Matt's shoulder, smiling at
her until she returned it with a tentative one of her own.

"You must be Katie," he said as he released Matt.  "Nice
suit," he added as he dropped his shorts to reveal a skimpy
square-cut suit the same shade of pink as her bikini.  It
was snug, low cut, and well packed, and nobody but Jesse
could have pulled it off.  He looked like an ad for Muscle
Beach magazine as he held out his hand to Katie.  "Come
here, darlin'.  I don't bite."

He pulled her to his side with an arm around her shoulders,
and they turned to grin at us, both of them dropping into
body builder poses.  Together they looked like the mixed
pairs swim suit champions - good looking, well built, and
barely dressed.

After a moment, he grabbed her arm, put a hand on her hip,
and lifted her effortlessly onto his shoulder.  She shrieked
and clutched at him as he took a couple long strides and
leaped into the pool.  Matt hopped in after them, and the
water churned as the three of them rough-housed.  Jesse
picked up whichever one of them was closest, and tossed them
as far as he could across the pool as they yelled and
thrashed.  After the emotional reunion, Jesse was doing his
best to lighten the mood.

We had a lazy lunch, moving to the shade of the patio while
we ate Maria's excellent chicken enchiladas and rice.  The
afternoon passed slowly, and then at one point Vincent,
Matt, and Jesse went in the house.  I knew they were going
over what to expect in the courtroom, so that it wouldn't be
as big a shock for Vincent and Matt. For an hour or so, I
lay in the sun thinking about how I didn't know Vincent
quite as well as I'd thought.  That made me feel terrible,
because I expected he wouldn't have missed something like
that if the situation had been reversed.

When they came back out, Matt's eyes were red.  He went to
Katie, who pulled him close for a moment, then took his hand
and led him away along the path to the jungle pool.  As they
settled onto a bench by a fountain, I could see Katie
talking steadily, and figured Matt would be okay with her.

Vincent looked tired as he came to me, scooting me over on
the chaise lounge so that he could lie down with his arm
across my chest.  I pressed my face to his and spoke softly
into his ear.

"I'm sorry, Vincent.  I didn't realize . . ."

He rubbed his hand slowly down my side until it rested on my
hip and pulled me closer.

"It's okay, baby.  I didn't realize myself until I saw Jesse
today.  I guess cause he was there, seeing him kind of
brought it all back."  He turned his head to kiss me.  "Just
stay here with me for a bit."

He settled down, and as we lay there, I felt him gradually
relax against me.  It was peaceful and healing, and when we
finally roused ourselves an hour later, Vincent gave me a
tender, intimate smile, the kind he usually reserves for
after sex, and I knew we'd be okay.

Adam showed up around four, followed closely by TJ, and
Gabriel.  Cody and Wade rolled in about fifteen minutes
later, and David showed up five minutes after that.  Adam
had run into David a few times here at the house, so they
knew each other a little, and Wade surprised us when he said
he owned a painting David had done years ago.  David began
to smile as Wade described a grassy hill at dawn with a
flock of partridge in the foreground.

"God, I remember that one.  One of the last oils I did.  I
sold it at that art fair they had one year at the high
school."  He looked more closely at Wade.  "And I remember
you!  You worked me over until I practically gave you that
painting."

Wade laughed.  "Yeah, I wanted it something fierce, but I
only had like $42 to my name.  I want you to know that I've
gotten more enjoyment from that painting than any other
piece of art I own.  It's where I go in my head when I need
to relax.  So, thanks for giving me a deal."

They went off talking about art, and I marveled at the
little connections between people that you often never have
any idea of.  Now all we were missing was Danny.  I'd almost
given up on him when he poked his head into the kitchen as I
was in getting more ice.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, coming over to look out at the
pool.  He was wearing shorts and a tank top, and he looked
great.  I'd never seen him in anything but his work clothes,
and now I couldn't wait to get him out of his shorts so I
could see his entire body.  I walked over to him and draped
an arm across his shoulders.

"You haven't missed a thing.  I think there's only three
guys you don't know.  The older guy sitting next to TJ is
David, Matt's art instructor.  The other two are Jesse in
the pink suit, and his partner Ben."

Danny stood there for several minutes, just looking at
everyone.  I stayed with him - watching his eyes slide up
and down TJ, linger on Jesse's muscles, admire Vincent's
hard body - wondering what he was thinking.  Finally, he
took a deep breath, and I figured he was ready to join the
party.  I handed him some liquid courage in the form of a
cold beer, and we walked outside.

Vincent and Matt were the only ones who knew what Danny was
struggling with, but we're a fairly civilized bunch, so I
knew no one would embarrass him.  Vincent got to his feet
when he saw us, coming over to greet Danny warmly.  Matt was
comfortable enough to hug him, something that surprised both
Danny and me, but Danny quickly hugged him back.  Katie gave
him a dazzling smile, which he returned somewhat shyly, as
if she was an unexpected distraction.  I have to admit
Katie's blond, curvy femininity in the midst of all our gay
maleness was an odd juxtaposition.

Jesse was watching Danny with that piercing gaze of his, and
I figured he could read him easily - unsure, undecided, and
uncomfortable.  After Danny sank into a lawn chair and
busied himself with his beer, Jesse got up for more chips,
and then wandered his way to the empty chair next to Danny.
There he stayed for the next twenty minutes, smiling and
talking.  Danny nodded now and then, spoke occasionally, and
finally grinned at something Jesse said to him.  As Jesse
stood up, he gripped the back of Danny's neck and gave him
an affectionate shake.  Danny watched him walk away with a
smile, and I felt good that he was here with us, knowing
that what he hadn't really acknowledged yet was accepted
here without question.

The day stayed warm, and we all ended up back in the pool
for a last frolic before dinner.  Danny stripped off his
tank with no problem, but was a little slower with his
shorts, waiting until most of us were in the water before
dropping them to reveal a suit similar to Jesse's, but a
nice safe navy with red trim that looked new.  I figured
he'd bought it for today, and my heart went out to him,
coming here this afternoon for a glimpse of a life so
different from what he knew, but maybe exactly what he was
meant for.

He was nicely built - broad shouldered, and a little heavier
than he looked in clothes.  His belly was flat and solid,
his legs strong.  The black wedge of hair on his chest was
thickest in the center, lightening as it swirled out across
his nipples, and narrowing as it fell down the center of his
stomach.  The sight of him took me quickly back to the blow
job, and I could almost taste him again as I recalled the
feel of his cock in my mouth.

His suit started several inches below his navel, and those
several inches were adorned with a trail of dark curls that
spilled from his belly button down into the suit.  The pouch
of the suit was stuffed with his fat dick and huge nuts, and
as he turned to walk to the pool, several pairs of eyes
followed the shifting cargo in his shorts.  I got a kick out
of being the only guy who knew exactly what was in there.

I let him get almost to the edge of the pool and then ran at
him, grabbing him in my arms and flinging us both into the
pool.  We sank for a moment, all tangled up together before
he broke loose from me with a surge of muscles and rose to
the surface, grinning at me.  The brief contact with his
almost naked body started a tingle in my crotch that I
enjoyed until the cool water calmed me down.

Matt had climbed onto Jesse's shoulders, Katie onto Wade's,
and they were trying to topple each other into the water.
They were evenly matched, so this went on for a while, until
I could tell everyone was getting tired.  Finally, Wade sort
of launched Katie at Matt, and all four of them went under
in a tidal wave that almost drowned the rest of us.  Katie
called it a day at that point, going into the house to
change and grab something to eat for the drive home.

It was cooling down by then, so the rest of us toweled off,
stripped off our suits, and put our shorts and t-shirts back
on.  This was accomplished wherever we'd left our clothes,
so most of us were standing around the pool area butt naked
as we dried off.  Danny hesitated only a moment before
turning slightly away and tugging his suit down.

Out popped that incredible cock of his, not much smaller
soft than it was hard.  Most of us were all shriveled up
from the cool water of the pool, but Danny's dick was thick
and full, arching out over his low-hanging balls.  The black
tangle of his pubic hair emphasized the deep pink of his
penis.

 "Goddamn," Cody said in a reverent tone, "that's some dick
you got there.  You happy to see us, or is that its natural
condition?"

Danny glanced down at his dick like he wasn't quite sure
what Cody was talking about.

"That's about what it always looks like," he replied,
looking up to see all of us gazing in admiration.  He
flushed a deep red, and reached for his shorts.

"Shit, don't be shy.  If I had a dick like that, I'd go
naked all the time."  Cody laughed at the thought.

"Honey, if you had a dick like that, we'd never leave the
house," Wade stated, which got a laugh from the rest of us,
and the moment passed.

Vincent cooked up steaks, ribs, and hot links, and we dined
on the patio again, sitting around one large table together.
Danny was between Vincent and Gabriel, looking happier than
I'd seen him in months.  Many men go their entire lives
suppressing their homosexuality, but I hoped that Danny
would find the strength and the courage to acknowledge his.
Whatever the consequences, it had to be better than the
abject misery I'd seen on his face at the barn a couple
weeks ago.

TJ was sitting next to David with Jesse on his other side.
He and Gabriel hadn't spent much time together today, and I
had to agree with TJ that maybe they just weren't meant for
each other.  That got me wondering about Matt and Adam.  Was
that going to become a permanent thing?  Matt still went out
with Vincent's cousin Eddie now and then, dancing and God
knows what else.  After stocking Matt up with his first
batch of condoms, I'd quit keeping track, so I had no idea
what Matty was up to and who he was up to it with.

Conversation ebbed and flowed as we ate, and as I listened,
I was struck by the variety and complexity of this group of
men I called friends.  We ranged in age from 18 (Matt) to
late forties (David); from a GED (Matty again) to MBAs (Wade
and Ben); from sex with more men than you could count before
he turned eighteen (Matt yet again) to sex with a man for
the first time at twenty-nine (Danny).

We were artists, chefs, business owners, financial planners,
horse trainers.  We were as different in many aspects of our
lives as one person could be from another, but we were all
honest, caring men, men who tried to live good lives.  On
the spur of the moment, I stood up and stepped behind the
chair to my right.  Vincent stopped eating and looked up as
I bent over Wade with my arms around his neck and kissed his
cheek.

"Thank you for being here tonight," I said softly into his
ear.  "I treasure your friendship."

He looked up at me in surprise, searching my face with
curious eyes.  I'm not sure what he saw, but he looped an
arm up around my neck and pulled me down to hold me close
for a moment.

When he released me, I moved to the next chair where Cody
smiled at me as I hugged him.  Adam was next, and by then
everyone was silent, watching me.  One by one, I moved
around the table, saying something personal to each of them,
letting them know what they meant to me.

TJ returned my kiss warmly, and his 'I love you, too' was
the first time I'd heard that from him.  Jesse didn't say a
word, just grasped my arm in an iron fist, and held me tight
for a moment.  Danny was next to last, seated to Vincent's
left.  I rested my hands on his shoulders as I leaned down
to his ear.

"You belong here with us," I told him.

He nodded, reaching up to put his hands over mine.  "I
know," he whispered, our faces close.  When I kissed him
lightly, he returned the kiss.

By the time I got to Vincent, I was out of words and close
to tears, so I just buried my face in the curve of his
shoulder.  He gripped my wrist and pulled me around onto his
lap, wrapping his arms around me as I composed myself.
After a moment, David asked Matt how his latest
commission was going, and attention turned away
from Vincent and me.

"That was a wonderful thing you just did."  He nuzzled into
the hollow of my collarbone, speaking softly so that only I
could hear him.  "No wonder I love you so much."

A while later we all wandered down to the hot tub, steamy
and inviting in the cool evening air.  The dim garden lights
were enough to see by, so I left the tub lights off.  My
emotional display at the dinner table had had an effect on
everyone, and we were quiet as we undressed and slipped into
the bubbly water.

I ended up with Danny on one side of me and Vincent on the
other.  Vincent slid a hand up my thigh, and as I spread my
legs a little to let him in, I bumped into Danny's knee.
He didn't move away from the contact, and after a moment, I
settled one hand onto his muscled thigh and the other onto
Vincent's lean, narrow leg.

Talk turned to the trial.  Jesse had been working with the
DA's office, mostly persuading reluctant witnesses to come
forward with information.  They had a solid case, and there
wasn't much doubt that Ray would go away for a long time.

If he never saw daylight again, it would be too soon for me.
I knew that Vincent was strong enough to get through the
trial whole, but I was concerned about Matt.  I looked at
him now, his head on Adam's shoulder, eyes closed, and
wondered if the love and respect Vincent and I had given him
these past nine months would be enough.

David was the first to call it a night, and when he climbed
out of the tub, Jesse and Ben left also, and that started
an exodus.  Within a few minutes, it was just Adam, Matt,
Danny, Vincent, and me.  When Matt yawned for the third
time in ten minutes, Adam stood and tugged him to his feet,
saying, "I think it's past our bedtime, Matty."

Vincent had been playing with my balls for the last twenty
minutes, and I was starting to think seriously about
clamping his hand around my bobbing cock, but Danny seemed
in no hurry to leave, and I wasn't real comfortable fooling
around with him right there.  Vincent, however, had no such
inhibitions, and turned toward me so that he could get both
hands on me.  With one hand on my dick, he slid the other
between my legs and under me so that he could tickle my ass
with a fingertip.

As I dropped my head back against the tub ledge, Danny
glanced at me.  I'm sure he recognized the look on my face
because his eyes darkened and his thigh tensed under my
hand.  I slid my hand up his leg until my little finger
touched his nuts, then began to squeeze his leg in the same
rhythm Vincent was stroking me.

As I neared orgasm my breathing quickened, and in between
my own pants, I could hear Danny's.  His nuts lifted away
from my finger for an instant, and then pushed back firmly.
When it happened quickly a second and third time, I
realized he was jerking off.  That really wound me up, and
in the heat of the moment, I reached for his balls,
grabbing them gently and tugging them down, then kneading
them in my hand. Danny's leg lifted against mine as he
spread his legs for me, so I shoved my hand a little deeper
and pressed a finger just below his sack.

Vincent bit the side of my neck just then, and as I began
to shoot, I squeezed Danny's nuts harder than I meant to.
He cried out and bucked under my hand, pumping into the
swirling water as I milked his balls.  I opened my eyes,
rolling my head to him.  His face was contorted with the
force of his climax, the tendons in his neck were taut, and
his body jerked with each spasm of his cock.

I released him before he was finished, figuring it would be
less awkward if he decided to be weird about me helping.  I
kept watching him until his eyes opened, focusing slowly on
me as he came back to himself.  We stared at each other for
a long minute before I smiled at him.

"Glad you came over this evening?"

He just nodded without speaking, and stood to climb out of
the tub.  I watched him dress, tucking that chunky cock into
his baggy shorts, and tugging on his shirt.  He squatted
down and put a hand on each of our shoulders.  "Thanks for
tonight.  It, uh . . . I enjoyed it."

I tipped my head to rest my cheek on his hand.  "See you
next week probably."

After he left, Vincent hugged me as I began to stroke him.
He nuzzled my ear, squirming slightly as I pinched his
nipple.

"I'll say one thing for you, Sean.  You know how to throw a
party."

We chuckled and headed up to bed.  Vincent jumped on me as
soon as we hit the mattress, climaxing quickly as I sucked
him off with a finger up his ass.  We took a short shower to
rinse off the cum and chlorine, then snuggled up together
for one last night before the trial began.