EDGEWATER DR by Mike Austin
nasstop@yahoo.com
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XVII.
As we closed the gate, David came up and welcomed us, giving hugs freely and pausing with Ben and Jack; getting in the requisite "feel" of each. Mine was much more restrained, thankfully so. It would have been a challenge to define either of their roles, I'd often thought to myself so just settled on their both being `vers'. Fleetwood Mac was coming through the open atrium doors to which I gravitated with Jack. Ben ambled to a military looking hunk at the opposite end of the pool and backyard. My nephew had an eye for studs that was for sure and he spied this one from 1000 yards, well perhaps NOT a 1,000; LOL. As I stepped in the open bar area a pair of twins served us drinks and canapes and more than a little flesh, being in white Speedos and barefoot. I'd nurse my white wine for a good long while and Jack likely even longer, not being a oenophile. A hand, held high above a near crowd was attached to Melinda Grassio my immediate next door neighbor and her Italian stallion hubby Patrick, standing beside her, fearful that The Boys might pounce at any moment. I ambled over, made small talk, introduced Jack; at which point Patrick interjected, "so you're the piece of work making our yard look untended and giving Melinda ammo to assail me after I toil all day long and come home exhausted and worn out"; then shook Jack's hand? Patrick is a corporate attorney and his work description fell with charm and more than a little humor on all but Jack, who had no clue what Patrick did. Melinda continued, Joyce and Rocky are here somewhere too; that being the neighbors immediately adjacent to The Boys' MacMansion, both of whom had an Ocean Drive address and both having back yards that face the Grassio's and ours; I said OURS I paused and smiled a bit. Joyce was a tiny thing, involved in more charitable groups than I knew existed and her hub Rocky was a private pilot for a local ranching/oil family. HE was awesome; cold black hair, a hairy chest, great pecs, which he was showing off at the party as he was shirtless, white square cuts with a navy leg stripe, all wrapped up in that perpetually tanned body oh and set off by those Lapis Blue Eyes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Joyce wore a tasteful pink bikini and some lacy pink coverlet that stopped just below her bikini bottoms. They were a sight to behold!!! I'd had the hots for Patrick and Rocky since I could remember them moving into the neighborhood. While Patrick had no clue of my "persuasion" I felt that Rocky knew and was "havable" in the right circumstances. After more intros and mingling, jack nudged me and suggested we look for Ben. I assured him that if Ben got in trouble, he'd find US; and otherwise, let him roam free, the theme to "Born Free" sailed through my brain. Jackson now made his presence known as he nudged his way to us and shook my hand, again we were immersed in a larger crowd than was by the back gate, reached to shake Jack's, then paused and gave a masculine chest-bump instead. Thinking that display would be more acceptable to the pair of neighbors present, and seeing as how I was his senior, Jackson's handshake with me, more apropos while the chest-bump to his own near-aged Jack, fit the bill. As a good host, he scanned our emptying glasses and called Michelle to bring more vino and one twin, Michelle or not, appeared with a tray of fresh glasses of chilled wine. Jack began heading for a tray of canapes, the attending twin engaged him, presumably explaining what offerings there were On the Tray and could be Had Beyond the Tray, I surmised. More people arrived through the rear gate and front door. I made my way to the two story foyer, scanned the front and I'll be damned if there weren't 4 guy-valets handling the guests' vehicles as David walked up and offered. "Divine, doable and delicious" nodding at the valets. I smiled and asked, "what lot are you using"? "Made a deal with the university and hired a couple more security types to man the parking over there, Latin Studs in case you need security at your place anytime" he added. Then continued, "one drives a valet or two back and forth while the other guards the flock, so to speak" he winked and moved back to the crowd. The front view of the Bay was awesome and could only imagine it from the upstairs. Jack approached, "I feel like a piece of meat" raising my eyes to his description I replied, "Now come on Jack, remember where we met"? He laughed and bent over a bit, then tried to resume some form of composure. The owner of another development and management firm stepped in the front door with his obvious "20-something date", greeted and introduced me to his date, then moved to the growing crowd behind me. Alex Chambliss and his wife, Maxi (Maxine) emerged outside from their vintage white Rolls and the valets quarreled for access to it. That meant that several of my board allies in the non-profits, were here. I had to exercise caution and told Jack the story and asked that if he ran into foul weather, he'd sail his hot ass back across the street and I'd follow. Now it was imperative to find and alert Ben. Jack headed for the pool, dove in, swam a lap or two, emerged the other end and discretely scanned for Ben, without luck. Retrieving his towel and doing a "dry off", he moved to the outside bar and got a cold Coke and searched for the errant nephew, bit we both noticed the pronounced absence of the military jock as well and surmised they were somewhere, together. The clock and sun moved toward later and later hours without a hint of Ben. While not alarmed, I just didn't want his fine ass to come screaming off an upstairs balcony making a dive for the pool either. Just before the dinner buffet began, the respective sets of neighbors bid their thanks and farewells to The Boys. Melinda and Patrick were the first to depart. Somehow Melinda had gotten very tipsy and wanted to "get gone" as she whispered to me, "before she got out of control" and they sneaked out the back gate. Joyce and Rocky approached; Joyce was gracious but clearly frustrated that Rocky had again scored big attention points from the ladies and a few men. He was courteous and supportive of his "little lady" as he called her, but they should be getting back to the dogs and they left through the front door, and strolled next door along Ocean Drive. His towel flapping off one shoulder revealing that amazing torso and hair and her pink little coverlet flapping as a punctuation mark in midair. God look at his ass, I thought to myself.
I'd done all the socializing I could stand in our three hour stay. The quest for Ben resumed. Jack showed up coming down the main stairs, hands and arms widespread indicating NO BEN. We met at the foot of the stairs, "maybe he left with that jock" Jack declared and questioned at the same time, then "odd that he wouldn't have told us though"? "Wait til I get hold of his hot little butt, I'll remind who the dad is in this place" then turned to Jack, grinned and continued "guess we should bid adieu to The Boys and make a hard exit back home Jack-O". They were sorry to see us leave, but reminded us that the "guy party" would begin at 10 and we were welcomed to return; before they returned to their guests. The street was lined with cars on both sides to the corner and farther it appeared. We'd made it to the driveway and were surprised by a white Corvette convertible parked behind the Stang. I noted the NAS sticker on the bumper and front windshield, indicating it belonged to a base member. As soon as we closed the door and reached for Jack to give him a hug and thanks for the party, we heard the noises, grunts, moans and mumbled voices coming down the stairs. We stepped close to the bottom step and recognized Ben's struggled speech. I started to run, then Jack held me back, shaking his head ho and grinning. He mouthed, Not Alone then pulled me back against his and gave me a deep sensual kiss. We walked to the den, then took my hand to his crotch and squeezed it on his dick and balls as before. In no time he was throbbing and I was on my knees swallowing his cock through his now-wet running shorts. His awesome dick swelled out from his crotch beneath the constraint of his flimsy shorts and mesh liner. Grabbing my head, he crotch pumped my face until my moans echoed across the den. "You want it right, need it baby" Jack questioned, knowing the answer. I looked up at the man I love, worshipped, adored and he reached in his gym shorts, stroked his hand on that wonderful cock and teased me further. "Tug my balls out the leg and suck em" he directed. His wonderful low hangers and crotch smelled and tasted of mild sweat, chlorine and a blend of precum. I lapped those heavy nads and tugged them away from his body. I gripped his hard glutes and he slow pumped my face more, then reached down to drop the gym shorts to the floor and stepped from them in one move. His cock swung free as did his heavy sack. He jacked at my face with his right hand, grabbed the back of my head with his left and fed me there in front of his PC in the den. Taking my ears in his hands he fucked my mouth slowly at first driving me mad, tasting his precum and feeling it blend with my throat juices being primed for the throat fuck ahead. Then arching back a bit his dick still locked in my mouth and throat he moaned low and picked up his face-fuck speed. His intensity continued to increase. Sweat popped on my face. He tensed and swwat beaded on his sternum then rolled slowly down to his crotch. His pecs hardened, his nips pointed hard out and I knew those awesome glutes were muscled and tense as well, his trench tightly closed as he drove and withdrew his long thick meat in me. He tilted my head back a bit and stood on his tip toes and hammered down into my throat deeper than he'd ever done before. He whispered "gonna nut, almost there, almost, Brad" and exploded his thick ropes feeding his starving cocksucker. His breathing came in vast gasps. Mine was almost a series of pants and gasps. I still licked his head dry as he sat back into his deskchair, legs splayed wide drawing me like a moth to a flame. I'd not even realized my own hands-free orgasm until Jack nodded to my crotch and pointed out my "crotch splash" as he sometimes called it.
I stood, prepared to strip off my trunks and grab a shower, when Jack led me upstairs with fingers across his mouth sushing me to be quiet. The grunts, noises and mumbles grew louder in a steady rhythm as we climbed the stairs. We found Ben's door wide open and room empty. Walking a bit farther down the hall, my bedroom door was wide open and there in my bed was Ben on all 4s, one jock fucking the hell of my nephew and Ben sucking the pool jock. The fucker stopped abruptly and began to pull out of Ben's fine ass, which elicited a mumbled NO NO from Ben until he came off his dickfeeding pool jock, "my Uncle, it's ok guys it's ok" Ben pleaded for their continued romp. The fucker nodded, smiled and shoved his thick, slick cock back in Ben's swollen blonde hole and the dickfeeder resumed use of Ben's mouth and throat. Jack and I closed the door, hit the other shower, donned some shorts from the laundry and remained downstairs until the fireworks stopped and the three studs made their grand appearance and intros about an hour later. Ben introduced both as Navy flight lieutenants from NAS, Joe and Bob. Joe was the pool jock and Bob was his official "wing man"; hands were shaken all around after intros. Both pilots cruised Jack more than once, offered to come play anytime they were off flight duty since we were so close. Bob, Ben's fucker, remarked to me that for an older guy I was still well put together, I grinned back thanks for his compliment, but admitted being spoken for and nodded Jack's way. Both were furry blonde studs, tight torsos and well-defined pecs and biceps, asses and legs. I asked about dinner and they begged off as they needed to be back on base by 8 but took a raincheck. We exchanged numbers and walked the guys outside. The Vette was Bob's and both gave thumbs up to the Stang, got in the Vette, revved it, backed out slowly and made their way cautiously up the street and were gone. "You little fucker you" Jack exclaimed, before continuing as we led back under the carport, "we looked everywhere for you and were trying to clue you into some shit but you were over here getting your lights burned out by two flyboy jocks"! "Ben a simple gotta dick" would have sufficed ya know" I added. Jack continued, "I know what it's like to need action and it be there and you gotta get it PRONTO, but out of respect for Brad at least if not me, you gotta think fucker, You Gotta THINK, you got peeps who care about your fuckin self; I never did and it sucks" then he went to his suite and came right back outside to grab Ben and give him the longest hug ever. Ben turned to me in tears, mumbling "I'm sorry" then to Jack. His tears continued inside as we sat on the sofa trying to console his fear that he'd lost his support team. We assured him we remained there for him before Jack queried, "So you fuck tell us all about IT". We sat listening as the a/c roared in the hot July night. At the end, we agreed on scrambled eggs, etc for supper and set about making it happen.