We'd disappointed our friend and neighbor Joe when we'd left him hard and dry in favor of chowing down on the macho telephone repairman stud I'd dragged home. He'd dropped by for a regular blow job and found we had company. Once he figured out what Mike and I were up to he'd been a good sport and bowed out graciously.
Both Mike and I felt we owed him, so the next morning I crossed the yard and knocked on Joe's kitchen door. He answered my knock wearing nothing more than a tight-fitting pair of white BVD briefs barely able to restrain the massive piss hardon the contained. My eyes were rivited on the fucker. Joe's right hand moved over it and gave it a couple of loving strokes. "Here to help out a buddy in need?" I heard the laugh in his voice. I forced myself to look into his face and found him grinning, but I could tell he was serious.
"It's tempting, but Mike's gone to church and I can't go there without him. Besides, I'm here to invite you over for supper and an extra special, custom deluxe, All American hum job. So keep it in your pants until then."
"Sounds great, but what's the occasion?"
"We both know you were being a good sport last night. You knew what we were up to and you didn't fuck it up for us. We appreciate it and want to give you a reward."
"OK by me. Wanna come in for coffee?"
"Thanks, no. I'm not sure I have the will-power to sit in private with that thing the way it is." I nodded toward his still solid crotch. "Besides I promised Mike I'd have waffles ready when he gets home from Mass."
"Gotcha. What time tonight?"
"6:30 as usual." I turned to head home.
"By the way, did you guys end up sucking that guy off?" Joe asked.
"You know we don't kiss and tell."
"Sorry, I was just curious, and who am I gonna tell?"
I winked at him and walked home.
Joe came through the kitchen sliders like clockwork at exactly 6:30. Mike was just transferring his arroz con pollo (Spanish chicken and yellow rice) onto a platter. It was one of Joe's favorites, mine too. Joe lit up a joint and we passed it around while Mike and I set the table and got the food on it.
We were half-way through supper when I looked up and saw Brice standing at the door. Fuck, we couldn't screw things up for Joe and Brice was too sexy to disappoint. God was punishing us with abundance. I got up and slide open the door. "Come in," I said, "have you had supper yet?"
"Yeah, I grabbed a bite at Burger King. Sorry to barge in like this, I didn't realized you had company, I was just in the neighborhood and though you might want to hang out."
"Well at least have a cup of coffee."
He didn't wait for a second invitation, but sat right down on the unoccupied side of the kitchen table. I could see a look of disappointment and frustration on Joe's face, Mike looked puzzled and bemused. I decided to go with the flow, things would work out and maybe we'd keep both of them happy.
Brice had three cups of coffee while we finished the meal in a somewhat ackward exchange of trivial bullshit. It was actually kind of funny, because both Joe and Brice had their macho at full throttle, each trying to prove to the other that he was perfectly straight and as manly as they come.
Mike had made a flan for dessert and Brice joined us in that course. I was just beginning to wonder what we were going to do when there was noting left to eat when Brice spoke up and settled matters.
"Listen you guys, its my guess that there ain't many secrets in this room. I think everyone knows why I showed up here," he was looking right at Joe when he said this. And if I'm right, Joe here is lookin' for the same thing I am. Am I right?" He was again looking right at Joe. I looked at Mike who had a silly grin on his face and I realized I had the same.
Then all eyes went to Joe. He raised his eyebrows, "probably," he said.
"Then," Brice continued "I don't see no reason why we both can't get what we came for. Afterall there are two of us and we got us two of the best cock suckers I ever met. 'Sides, I think it'll be kinda hot get my horn tooted while I watch another stud enjoying the same action. So whadda say, shall we let the fags share us?"
Mike had had enough. "Brice I love sucking your cock, but please don't use that word in my home. If you can't use our names at least refer to us as gay men or gays."
"Sorry. Didn't mean anything by it. Its just an expression."
"Not a very nice one."
"Sorry. . .Mike," he turned to me, "Glenn?"
I wanted to move things to the next phase. "Apology accepted. Now why don't we smoke another joint and relax a bit. I think we can satisfy everyone's needs. Let's put on a video, Mike go get that latest Bi flick you rented, Joe hasn't seen it and I don't think Brice has, it hot.
While Mike went to the bedroom to get the tape, the three of us settled in front of the TV. Joe took one recliner, Brice the other; I sat on the floor between them. Mike returned, lowered the window shades, turned on the set and placed the tape in the VCR. Sound we were all enjoying the action, some big titted blond being eaten out by her blond husband while Jeff Stryker was plugging his thick slab up the husband's butt. It was enough to have my cock at full attention and I was sure it was having the same effect on everyone else.
"I sure could use some help with this." It was Brice. I looked over my shoulder and saw him stroking his ridged pole which was gushing precum and sticking straight out of the fly of his 501s.
Let the action begin. Mike got on his knees in front of Joe, undid the belt buckle, unfastened the botton, and lowered thezipper of Joe's levis. Both Brice and I were watching the action. Joe raised his ass and hip to allow Mike to tug his levis and BVDs down far enough so that he'd have full access to Joe's already hard cock and full nutsack. We didn't get much of a look at the meaty shaft because no sooner was it fully on display than Mike had buried it down his hungry throat.
I didn't waste any more time watching. In record time I'd popped all the buttons on the 501s, hoisted them down and had my mouth purring around Brice's lushish thick cock. God it made me hot. Without missing a tongue stroke I glance my eyes over to the other chair and saw my lover equally enraptured by the prize he held between his lips. Joe was staring at me making love to Brice's meat, I could tell he was getting off on it, like he was watching a live sex show.
I raised my eyes to look at Brice's face. He was so cool, smoking a cigarette, his eyes transfixed on the action Mike was giving Joe. I took him to the back of my throat and slowly tongued my way up keeping my lips thight aroung the shaft. When I reached the meaty head of his circumsized cock pleasured it by flicking the tip of my tongue under and around the piss slit. I was rewarded with a sweet gush of precum, I even got a moan out of Mr. Cool, he loved it.
Meanwhile the action was speeding up next to us. Joe was gripping both arms of the chair for all he was worth, his head was thrashing about, Mike's head was bobbing up and down in a blur. Joe wrapped his legs around Mike's torso in a scissor lock while he pistoned his cock in and out of Mike's mouth. A roar came up from the pit of Joe's stomach, his legs shot straight out, he gripped the chair arms even tighter. Mike took him all the way down his throat and held him there, as Joe's entire body spasmed as shot after shot of his hot load hit the back of my lover's throat. I could tell they were both in heaven.
I couldn't watch any longer. The neighboring action had had its effect on Brice. Mr. Cool lost his cool. He put out the cigarette and took over the action. He held my head steady in his two powerful hands and proceeded to give my face the fucking of a lifetime. It was wonderful, I didn't want it to stop, but I felt that fucker grow and expand between my lips and I knew what was cumming. He pushed my head down on himself until there was nothing more to be had and let loose with the largest volley of man juice I've ever taken; I didn't miss one drop.
It took us 15 minutes before each of us were down to earth. Brice left quickly, but not before saying he'd like to do it again, admitting it was one of the sexiest things he'd ever experienced. Joe stayed and we did him two more times. Thank God for old reliable.
There's more to tell with both Joe and Brice, but there are also others. I share some of those before we go back to either of the first two.