Danny Boy

Published on Oct 2, 1998

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Clyde and I had been together so long we called ourselves the gay couple poster boys. Our friends would laugh but openly be envious of our long term partnership. As with most married couples, we had become boring.....shaing the usual day to day chores, concerns, domestic activities. As for love, we loved each other..our kisses and hugs reminded us of that. As for sex, it was ok. Sometimes it was fantastic when, for reasons one or occasionally both of us seemed really turned on. We celebrated our twentieth anniversary by going to an all night dance, drug and drunk party. We had fun and although it took us longer to recover then we hoped, it was fun. Our twenty fifth, we went to a certain bar that had a great restaurant. Seated properly we could see the "show" and enjoy our meal. The "show" wasn't a cabaret...it was something that this bar had become nortorious for. Young clean cut , college aged men would hang out at the bar, chat, drink, laugh and flirt with each other and the various older patrons who frequented the bar and restaurant. You could enjoy seeing the boys size up the patrons as to their generosity and need for companionship. Sometimes, a regular would appear and boy after boy would pay his homage. But the friendlieness wasn't false. This wasn't a hustler bar. The affection seemed genujine and the flirtation games seemed to be enjoyed by all concerned. There were no victims there. Clyde and I talked about inviting one of the young men back to the house with us. It was a long time since we had a threesome......or more. And although there are many things you can say about threeways that aren't inviting..the wild abandonment of concerns as all indulge themselves in sensual pleasures is something we all fantasize about. We left wihtout pursuing our third partner...although there was one young guy who kept eyeing us..in fact standing near us waiting for an invitation to have a drink..that first step towards negotiating. "Let's go back to XXXXXXX" Clyde said on Friday "I haven't jacked off for a week". The truth was I hadn't either....mainly due to work. We sat in a booth this time. And we ordered drinks, flirted with the waiter. "You guys looking for company?" he asked "Maybe " I said "it's been awhile" He smiled and nodded. "I can help you out..." We thought he'd be back himself, but soon thereafter a young man wearing a very nice pair of slacks, tee shirt and sports jacket came over. "Mark said I should say hello" he seemed somewhat selfconscious which I found charming. We talked, drank with him, offered him dinner but he declined the latter. "I'll join you later for dessert if you like" he said and excused himself. Meanwhile the show went on. Tall studs, incredibly handsome wannabes, cute spinners, sleek black men, erotic hispanics and guys who looked like they had just come out of a gym came and went. We saw the sublte pairings and the not so subtle activities of drunk patrons offering money. "Would you like dessert? " Our waiter returned. "Did Danny leave?" I asked. He smiled and said dessert was on the house. Danny returned carrying three liquers. We thanked him and sipped. We talked about his college courses..not knowing if it was a story or real. He seemed amazed we had been together for so long. "Can I come home with you guys?" he asked. We were stunned by the question, since we were fumbling to ask him the same thing. He was respectful, complimentary about the house and had some suggestions about some things that were obviously in need of repair. "I can fix that for you if you want" he would say then stop and apologize. "What do you want me to do?" he asked. We laughed because we weren't quite sure. "Get comfortable....what do you wear when you're at home?" "underwear or nothing" he said with a coy smile. Clyde had returned wearing his Calvin Kleins. "Looks like underwear is fine with us" I said. Danny took his clothes off as if doing a slo motion strip. Clyde took his clothes and put them on hangers in the hallway closet. "Feels better, thanks" Danny said coming into the kitchen to mix all three of us drinks. We sat and talked a long time...complimenting Danny on his body...he on ours...talking more about his home in Iowa..and the fact he wanted to move away from the four roommates he had in a one bedroom apartment. He kissed wonderfully..and made sure he alternated between the two of us. His strong hands massaged while one of us would play with him. The fireplace roared providing our naked bodies warmth and the only light in our living room. We took turns with him and found ways to share him. He would suggest things and we did them. He became meat between us and each of us took that position. When he orgasmed, it was fantastic...he seemed to thoroughly be driven nuts by our attention. And he slept between us..like a teddy bear or little boy. His kisses in the morning reminded us he was there. The smell of coffee and breakfast told us he was there. His naked body carrying a breakfast tray into our bedroom told us the date wasn't over. And indeed the taste of jam on certain body parts may get the sheets sticky but it gets one ready for more. We dropped Danny off outside his apartment building. It looked as bad as he described. The two hundred dollars we put in his pocket would help him through some of his difficulties. We missed him...but had one hell of a love making time when we got back to our house. Everytime we saw something that needed fixing in the place, one of us would say "Danny can fix it" and laugh. But deep down we wished he were still there. His voice on the phone pleased me one evening. Danny had called to talk that's all he said. I knew he was waiting of an invitation. But I told him we'd love to have him visit, but no obligations this time. He arrived carrying wine and makings for an Italian dinner. I made the salad, and Clyde helped Danny make dinner. When Danny said he wanted to change so the spaghetti sauce wouldn't splatter on him, we expected him to return wearing nothing or his underwear. But instead, he had on white jeans and a tee shirt..the splatters would show but his body looked great. We ate by the pool and talked for hours. We liked Danny and he liked us. "Swim?" Clyde asked standing and peeling off his shirt and pants. His lightly hairy body made an arch as he dove into our pool. It always turned me on to see him do that. "You coming?" Danny asked me. "Love to" and we were both naked and frolicking in the pool with Clyde. As I lay on my back being guided about the water by the two men, my cock waved in the air. They laughed..and then Clyde sucked it. "He adds a certain something around here" Clyde remarked. So we asked Danny if he'd be interested. "You can pay your rent by fixing things, helping keep the place clean" He seemed confused. "You can have your own room" He seemed dissappointed. "Don't you guys like me?" he asked. We didn't know what to say. "I had hoped to be part of what you two have....." Danny wore little around the house because he was comfortable that way and because he knew we loved seeing him that way. He kissed, got kissed, hugged and got hugged often. We had pool parties that we used to have years ago. Dinner parties that were fun not just a bunch of queens dishing. And we had sex.....often and fun...among the three of us. Danny didn't have to work the bar anymore. He kept going to classes and keeping our house working..and us organized. He was our lover, our son, our brother, our houseboy, our wife and a part of us. Threeways can work.....it saved us from old age.

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