The Company - 1. The Gathering

May 1986

I first saw him at a convenience store near the lake. He was a tall, wiry young man with hair like burnished copper, a stunning smile and an arm load of junk food. I judged him to be at least twenty, with a wisp of a goatee.

I opened the door as he came out giving me that brilliant smile and said, “Thank you sir”.

He got into a Nissan truck with a young companion with shoulder-length blond hair. They left with the strains of a Metallica song playing. As he pulled out, I saw a parking sticker for a local junior college. He's legal. Hummm.

 

I didn’t see him again until two Fridays later. It was a hot late afternoon, and he was wearing gym shorts and a cut-off shirt with the nearby YMCA’s logo. He was across the parking lot, so I didn’t get a great look, but I liked what I saw.

 

The next Friday I stopped off at the store at the usual time and saw his truck leaving as I pulled in. I noticed that he was by himself and heading back toward the lake. I went in, got a sandwich and a Mountain Dew at the little deli inside, and headed back toward the lake.

The lake was pretty big, most of it was a state park, some of it was in the city, but there were only a couple of ways to get there from this side of town. One was a big lake front park run by the city and the other was a smaller state park built around a boat ramp. The smaller one was an area where some cruising occurred sporadically. I thought that I might try my luck and have a sandwich.

As I pulled around, the park was just about perfect. A cool breeze was blowing in from the lake. A few boats were out as empty trailers were parked in a line near the boat ramps. This little park was hit or miss. Mostly it missed, but it was a pleasant enough place to grab a bite to eat, maybe take a walk and, if your luck was good, meet someone interesting. Today it was a hit. The only vehicle in view was the Nissan that belonged to the redhead.

As I drove by, I looked out of the corner of my eye as not to spook him and saw his attention was focused on his lap. He was busy doing something, but I couldn’t tell what. I drove a couple of hundred yards down the parking lot and chose a space near a garbage can. I began to eat my sandwich and see what might develop.

As I sat, my ham & cheese sandwich wasn’t nearly as interesting as what I was watching. I really didn’t take Redd for a smoker, but noticed a billow of smoke rise from his cab. Was he smoking a joint? Maybe. Probably. The park was a nice, quiet place where you could sneak away and roll one.

A tricked out jeep drove through slowly and went down to the dock. I’d seen it before. It belonged to some rich high school kid I’d seen cruising this park. He was cute but clueless, under aged and I didn’t need that kind of trouble. After a slow drive around the boat ramps, Jeep kid came slowly back up the road and darned if Redd didn’t step on his brakes. Redd was cruising!

Jeep kid pulled into the parking lot of the restrooms and the driver went inside. As soon as the door closed, Redd fired up his truck and drove the short distance to the restroom and went inside.

I looked up at the clock on my dash. Redd went in at 7:03pm. The shadows were growing long, and it would soon be twilight.

Jeep kid and Redd both came out at 7:11. They fist-bumped, Jeep kid drove off and Redd went back to his parking place.

I chuckled at the idea of a eight-minute quickie and wondered just what had been done to whom. It was actually a boner inducing thought. There is a lot of porn that was nowhere near as good as those two together.

Did Redd blow him, and now he was back for more? It sure looked like it. I saw another puff or two of smoke come from the cab of his little truck.

A few minutes later, an unfamiliar car came down the road. It was a nice little Honda, but the driver was as bald as a que-ball and about as big around as he was tall. He drove through, rather obviously checking us out. This time, Redd did not step on his brake.

I finished my sandwich and my chips and was thinking of making a move when a deputy sheriff’s car rolled up and went in the bathroom. Redd’s little truck was moving before he was inside. I figured that he was spooked and leaving, and I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Redd went inside with the deputy. This time the deputy stayed about 10 minutes and left.

By now I was confused and a little wary. That deputy had to know that Redd was high as a kite. He had been smoking out for nearly a half hour.

I wanted to take my turn at that, and at this point the little head was doing the thinking for the big one.

I started up my truck and drove to the restroom. As I parked, I noticed that the door to the men’s room opened a tiny crack, but it closed immediately.

When I got out of my truck, I noticed the rather pungent scent of weed. Redd’s truck fairly reeked of it. I thought I knew what I was getting into. It seemed obvious: he was a young gay or bi guy, probably just out on his own and going a little overboard on sex and weed.

I could easily understand, as I had been there myself. I was only twenty-four and had learned a few hard lessons about that myself. As my boner was raging, I was hardly in the mood for introspection. I pulled the door open and entered the game zone.

Everybody calls it something. I’d heard some older guys call it a tearoom. Some others called it a glory hole. As the first place I ever consciously cruised as a young teen was a video arcade, I called it the game zone after that long defunct arcade.

The building was of cinder block construction painted government green. The lighting was natural diffused light coming in from the skylight during daytime, which was rapidly waning as dusk approached. The main door opened into a vestibule and the game zone was just behind the 2^nd door.

The restroom had a sink, two open urinals and a toilet stall from right to left. My quarry was standing at the urinal next to the stall with his shirt off and draped over his shoulder and his shorts pulled down to his knees. His skin was perfect like porcelain and there was the finest coppery down on his cute behind.

I stood up to the urinal by the sink and my boner popped out of my boxers but, as I had just chugged a 20 ounce Mountain Dew, I really did have to go.

He stepped back from the urinal to give me a good view, and it was impressive. He was sporting at least an eight-inch uncut cock that was so hard it was throbbing. It was thinner than my own, but the length was impressive.

I asked in a low, conspiratorial voice, “How do you manage to walk around without that monster dragging the ground?”

He laughed and said, “The struggle is real. What do you like to do?”

“With you, I can think of about a hundred things just offhand. I happened to notice that you spent a little time in here with the Jeep kid and deputy dog. What are you up for?”

He said, “I love cocks. It makes me so horny when there’s a cock in my mouth pulsing just before cumming. I just sucked off Jeb (the Jeep boy) and the deputy. I haven’t come yet, but I’m damn sure ready to, but...” He put his right arm around my lower back and went down on me with a hunger.

My eyes rolled back, toes curled, and I knew that I couldn’t take much of this knockout working on my nob. He reached into his shorts and handed me a bottle of rush. I took a sniff and groaned in pleasure as the beautiful red-head devoured my cock.

I choked out, "You are beautiful and so good at that."

Redd responded by taking me deep in his throat me and looking up at me as I shivered at the first throes of an imminent orgasm.

Just before we could pull into the home stretch, a car pulled up outside.

Redd said, “Damn”, pulled his shorts up.

I kissed him and said, "We've got to finish that."

He smiled at me and scooted over to the stall and half closed the door.

I continued standing at the urinal by the sink. I saw who came in the door through the mirror over the sink, I involuntarily raised an eyebrow. It was Redd’s buddy who was with him the first time I saw him at the store. He was about Redd’s age, plus or minus a year, and had the surfer look with longish blond hair, board shorts and no shirt.

He came in and parked at the urinal where Redd had been standing, and a respectable boner popped out of his shorts.

I backed up a bit and let him get a look at my boner.

Then he said, “Hi Frank, I do hope I interrupted something hot.”

Frank, a.k.a. Redd said, “Chris, you bastard, things were just getting good.”

At this point, I said, standing there beside the newcomer with my boner hanging out, “Hi Chris, hi Frank. I’m Tim. Why don’t we take this somewhere that doesn’t smell like piss and industrial disinfectant?”

Frank said, “My apartment is way on the other side of the lake.”

Chris shrugged and said, “My parents would… I don’t know what my parents would do if I brought home an orgy. Does a 3-way constitute an orgy? Pretty sure what they would do would involve exorcists.”

I said, “Well, my house is very close. We could all be there in three minutes.”

My two new friends with raging boners looked at each other. Chris looked at Frank and raised an interrogatory eyebrow.

Frank said, “Hell yeah.”

After putting my boner away, we got back in our vehicles and headed to my house. I was wrong. It took four minutes. The light was red.

 

When we arrived at my house, I lead the procession of small trucks around the driveway to the back of the house. My guests were a little stunned. I used my garage door opener and parked my truck inside. They parked on the concrete.

Frank got out and said, “This is your house?”

I said, “It was my parent’s house. My Mom died of breast cancer while I was in college, and they discovered Dad’s cancer too late to do anything about it a year later. They left me a nice stack and the house. It’s a lot for a single guy, but you’ll soon see why I love it.”

Chris said, “I’d probably get lost in there.”

I said, “Maybe the first time around, but I think you’ll like it.”

I took them in through the garage. Frank said, “A four-car garage?”

“Yeah, I use it mostly for shop space. If you guys ever have problems with your trucks, check with me first. I’m an engineer. I can fix anything that can be fixed.”

I brought them in through the basement and showed them my pride and joy. “This is my gym. I’ve built it since I took over the house. I’ve got free weights, a few machines, a sauna and a whirlpool.”

Chris said, “So that’s why you are built like a brick shithouse.”

“Yeah, I hit it pretty much every day.”

Frank got a gleam in his eye and said, “We were sort of uhh… interrupted doing something about my blue balls a while ago. Think we might see to that?”

I grinned and asked, “In the gym?”

Frank said, “In the sauna, maybe?”

“It’ll take a little while to warm up. I’ll get it started, and it’ll be ready after the tour.” I set the sauna on low and put a little flask of oil inside to warm up.

I took them upstairs to see the first and second floors. We stopped for a while as Frank and Chris smoked some bud. I abstained and told them I could be checked when I go to work, so I just can’t. It looked like fun. It made them both pretty silly.

As they were passing a joint around, I got the scoop on officer friendly. When Frank was sixteen, the cop had busted him with a few joints. He was high, so when the cop searched him, the deputy found out just how happy he was to get groped in the nether regions. Since then, Frank hasn’t had to buy any weed. They met up every couple of weeks, Frank blows him, gets an ounce of weed and that’s why Frank isn’t scared of getting busted. I didn’t like it, but nobody asked me about the arrangement.

When they finished smoking that skunky smelling weed, they were both pretty high, so I reminded them that the sauna was probably warmed up by now. As luck would have it, they both had changes of clothes in their vehicles. Chris had planned to stay at Frank’s apartment that night, and Frank always kept a gym bag in his truck.

I led them down to the gym where clothes were shed and then into the showers. It was easy to tell that they were getting into the spirit of things, with Frank blushing and Chris giggling. When we were done getting a little wet, we approached the sauna.

It was just like any other sauna. In fact, I picked it out of a catalog. It looked like a little wooden cabin of light pine with a door on the front. Inside, it was twelve feet by 6. There were two wooden shelves along the back and the little heater in front of the required pile of rocks.

I liked it for sweating the soreness out after a workout or a hard day at work. I had often thought of entertaining in it and looked forward to the prospects.

The three of us got inside and throbbing eagerness was taking over, but I had a plan.

I asked, “What’s the difference between here and the park?”

Frank chuckled and said, “It sure smells better in here.”

Chris added, “You don’t have to worry about the wrong person showing up.”

“Right. We can relax, take our time and enjoy it. Now, if you’ll allow, I’ll show you some things you just can’t get done at the park. Put the towels down on the bench and lay down on your stomachs.”

They both did. I had a small bottle of coconut-based oil that I kept in the sauna. I used it for bumps and bruises. This was going to be somewhat different tonight.

I opened it and the smell of coconuts filled the sauna and Chris said, “Umm, that smells nice.”

“Wait till you get a load of how it feels.”

I put a liberal amount of the warm fragrant oil on my hands and started giving Chris a rub down. He quivered with pleasure and groaned, “Oh my God, that feels spectacular.”

As I worked his back, neck, shoulders, and lower back, when I got down to his butt, he wiggled like he was being tickled. It was fun for me too. Chris had obviously spent some time in the gym. While his muscles weren’t huge, they were wiry and solid. He had strength. His legs were no different.

I gave him two good goings over, top to bottom, and he purred in pleasure. When I was done with Chris, I said, “Frank’s turn.”

When he got up to move, Chris’s boner was throbbing. He said, “Dude, that was outstanding. If that had gone on much longer, I might have nutted.”

I said, “Hold out. When you do, it’ll be intense.”

Then it was Frank’s turn and I gave him the same treatment. His skin was that perfect porcelain hue that so many red heads have. I could tell that he had to protect it from the sun.

When I started, I was a little surprised that his muscular development was better than I thought. You can’t tell about a guy with his shirt on, but working over his shoulders and lats, I could tell that Frank was stronger than he looked. He was probably stronger than he knew.

With Frank, working on his back was hypnotic. He was long and lean and quivered a little at my touch. He was mostly quiet as I worked, with the occasional squeak or moan. I could feel the tension drain right out of him.

As he lay there, he said, “Nobody has ever touched me like that. It’s strong but gentle and really sexy all at the same time.”

Chris said, “Yeah, it’s wonderful.”

“That’s the difference between a quickie at the park and real sensuality. Not to mention being with someone you want to be with and not with just whoever shows up.”

Frank groaned and said, “I like it. I like it a lot.”

I don’t know what made me do it, but I leaned over and gave Frank a peck on the cheek. Somehow, my instincts told me to do the same to Chris.

When I did, he looked back at me with wide-eyed amazement.

I said, “That’s another part of it: true affection. You can’t get that at the park.”

It was warm in the sauna, but not too bad. I had it on the lowest setting. I ran out to the little refrigerator I kept in the gym full of water and Gatorade.

I returned and handed Frank and Chris a bottle of cool water that they gratefully accepted. I dropped a few drops on the rocks that hissed and steamed.

After a few sips of water, I said, “Ready for round two?”

They both nodded eagerly.

Frank asked, “Odds and evens for who goes first?”

“Sounds fair.”

Frank and Chris used the silly old game to decide who went first and, as luck would have it, it was Chris.

I laid him back down on the towel, but this time he was on his back with his cock standing straight up. It wasn’t a long cock but, it was quite thick with a wide, well-formed head. It stood up with the faintest bit of a throb.

With Frank laying on the top rows of seats looking on, I began to work on Chris’s shoulders, arms and then chest. He closed his eyes as I rubbed the warm oil over his pecs and gave gentle attention to his nipples. Chris's cock twitched.

Frank said, “Oh, he liked that.”

Chris said, “Yes, I did.”

I moved down to his stomach, which was tight but not quite a six-pack. If he wanted that, he would have to work for it. I went to his thighs, legs and feet. In on impulse, I sucked his big toe, and he gasped and quivered.

I said, “You didn’t know about that one, did you.”

He shook his head.

Frank said, “You know all sorts of interesting things, Tim.”

Now was the time for the big event. I picked up his right knee to give better access to Chris’s fun parts and with the warm oil on my hands, I began to gently oil his cock and balls. I had to stop a couple of times when he warned me things were getting too intense.

Frank said, “Holy shit this is hot to watch.”

I said, “You’re next. Ok, Chris. We’re getting down to it. Is everything OK? Are you ready for the next step?”

Chris said shakily, “I want to come so bad, but this is intense.”

I leaned over and licked a drop of pre-cum off the tip of his cock. He gave a moan of pleasure and quivered.

I spread his legs and began licking his balls and perineum, and Chris actually started vibrating. I gave those balls a great and through going over. I was going to make this young stud come like a race horse.

Just when he thought that it couldn’t get any better, I went even further south. I swirled my tongue around his pucker, and then I jammed my tongue inside it. He whimpered, quivered and bucked as I ran my tongue around and down.

When I judged that he was vibrating just right, I went down on his throbbing cock and instantly tasted lots of pre-cum. He was close to the edge, and I was about to shove him off.

As I am a big guy, I can do a few things most people can’t. Chris’s cock is probably too thick for most people, but I could handle it just fine. I deep throated it and ran my tongue from his balls all the way up to the Corona just under the head.

He bucked, vibrated and gurgled grabbing the back of my head, at this point almost involuntarily fucking my face.

His cock was twitching and copious amounts of pre-cum were coming out when I went for the coup de grâce. I pulled off his cock, licking my way down his scrotum and jammed my tongue deep in his hole, wiggling it. Quickly, I went back down to his cock, licking my tongue from side to side from the corona down his balls.

He sucked in his breath, grabbed my head and roared as he fired off the first jet of come, his cock was pulsing now jet after jet of come. I removed my mouth as a jet fired in the air landing on his chest, the next in his belly button and finally just pooling around his cock which was still pulsing.

Frank said, “Holy shit that was hot.”

Chris babbled incoherently for a moment and said, “I had my first blow job when I was ten from a boy across the street. Since then, I’ve been addicted to them. That was in a different league. Like little league vs the pros.”

“See what I mean? It’s always more satisfying to take your time and do it right.”

I helped Chris sit up and hugged him. He hugged me back and said, “Tim, could I kiss you?”

Frank said, “Dude, you’ve never kissed anybody that I know of.”

Chris looked a little sheepish and said, “There was a guy once but, he had to move away. I haven’t really wanted to, but that was the most intense thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I stood up and helped Chris get to his feet. He wrapped his arms around me, and we had a gentle but passionate kiss. It was good to have a nice, oiled up hottie in my arms.

When we broke the kiss, I said, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Don’t think because I know a few tricks, I’m a huge slut. I just read a lot.”

“Is that what you call studying hard?” Frank asked as he traded places with Chris.

“I just like to make people I like feel great.”

Chris chuckled and said, “Mission accomplished.”

Frank laid down where Chris had been, and I began to give him the same treatment. I had to be a little gentler with Frank, as I quickly found out, he was ticklish. Somewhere I had heard that red heads were more sensitive than most people. I was going to find out.

I started with his shoulders and arms, and he moaned.

“That oil feels great.”

I moved on to his pecs and stomach trying not to tickle him and managed for the most part. Maybe it was just perspective, but his cock seemed to harden the further down I went.

This was beginning to get to me, too. I had a taste of what Frank could do but, so far, I had been doing all the work. I had no complaints. This was the most fun I’d had in too long.

I moved down to his waist and his cock was standing, drooling pre-cum and throbbing every so often when I hit a good spot. I could tell that I was getting to him as he was flushed, breathing a little fast and his heart was racing.

After the legs, I got to the main event. I started working over his balls, causing him to quiver and make mewling little sounds of pleasure. He gasped when I started rimming him.

Chris said, “Damn, he’s right. It’s hot as hell to watch this. I’m hard again already.”

When I judged that Frank was just about right, I went down on him, and he gasped, “That’s… ohhh… I’m getting close.”

I could taste his pre-cum and knew that it wouldn’t be long now.

Frank’s dick was what I had read about as being trimmed. Where circumcision completely removed the foreskin, when it is trimmed, most of it remains, but the tip of the glans is exposed. As I sucked him and his glans swelled, I could tell that it was incredibly sensitive.

His hands were gripping the towel, and he was beginning to shake.

At that point, I made my finishing move. I left the big throbbing clock licking his balls all the way down and jammed my tongue in his hole rolling my tongue around. That pushed him over the edge.

He groaned, “Oh God, I’m cumming.”

Before I could get back, a jet flew a good four feet and smacked the side of the sauna with a wet splat. Then I was back on him as he blew four jets into my mouth, actually making me lose some down my chin.

I released him, and he continued to come into a puddle in his belly button as he lay there gasping.

After he caught his breath, Frank said, “Marry me?”

I chuckled and said, “We can’t yet.”

Chris gave Frank a look and said, “I believe it’s your turn now, Tim.”

Frank sat up and used one of the towels to clean up. I took his spot, lying on my stomach. Both of them worked me over with the warm oil. As good as the back rub felt, I would have been satisfied to stop right there, but my students had learned their lessons well. I was really enjoying the attention of these two beautiful young men.

They were done with my back, I rolled over and Chris began with the rub down of my chest and pecs. At the same time, Frank was working his way down my stomach and legs.

Then Frank oiled up my cock and balls and went down on me. I looked up as Frank was going up and down on my cock and Chris was licking my balls. That was such a turn on in its own right that it took me to the next level.

Chris said, “I want to suck him some.”

That must have astonished Frank. He stopped and said, “Chris, you never suck.”

Chris said, “I haven’t for a long time, but I really want to know.”

Frank traded places, went to licking my balls and Chris went down on me. I could tell he was inexperienced, but he was feeling that sort of hungry, primal call of the wild where you leave your civilized brain behind and let the wolf out. Chris was really getting into it, bobbing up and down on my cock with his long blond hair tickling my stomach as Frank was licking my balls. I had never been to nirvana before and, I could tell that my stay there wouldn’t last long.

I growled, “I’m going to come.”

Frank left my balls and they both sucked and licked at my throbbing cock. It twitched and fired off a blob that went in Frank’s mouth. The next one Chris caught, and before he could get out of the way, I fired a big jet that hit him in the face and doused Frank’s face and hair.

I lay there spent and pulled them both to me and kissed them both and just held them for a while.

The smell of sex, come and sweat animated us again lying oiled bodies to oiled bodies. I knew we would be going on to act too soon, but the heat of the sauna was a bit much.

I suggested, “Why don’t we get a shower, get something to eat and then get back to round two. We have all lost many fluids and could stand to recharge.”

 

We went back to the showers and washed off the oil and got dressed in jeans. After a few minutes of discussion, we decided on barbecue at a little place a few minutes away.

When we got to the garage, Frank asked, “Which vehicle do you want to take?”

I walked over to the side of the garage where I kept my pride and joy. I pulled off the dust cover and said, “How about this one.”

I think two jaws almost hit the floor as Frank and Chris got their first look at my 1970 Mustang Fastback.

Chris whistled and Frank just shook his head and said, “Tim, you’re just full of surprises.”

We piled into the pony. I hit the garage door opener and the Mustang growled to life. The last tape I had in the stereo fired up- Slow ride, take it easy.

Chris gaped and said, “Foghat?”

I just grinned as I took off.

We decided to eat at Smoky's Ribs. Arriving just after nine, most of the crowd had subsided. Our server was a tall, handsome Italian kid with the name tag Tony. I noticed that Chris looked like he had seen a ghost.

Tony was friendly and personable as he brought us our menus and took our drink orders but, when he came face to face with Chris, he abruptly stopped.

He looked at Chris and said, “It’s been a long time.”

“Why did you stop calling?”, Chris asked plaintively.

Tony said, “It wasn’t my idea. Give me a minute.” He retreated to place our drink orders.

Frank said, “This is the Tony, isn’t it, Chris?”

There was pain in his face. “Yeah. It’s him. We were best friends from third grade, and then his family moved to Atlanta the summer between 9^th and 10^th grade. We kept in touch for a while and then, out of the blue, when I called him, his number was disconnected, and we lost track of each other.”

I said, “That hurt you, didn’t it?”

Chris blinked back tears. “Yeah, it hurt a lot. I loved him, still do, and I thought he loved me. When I never heard from him again, I figured there was no such thing as love. I fucked around, but I didn’t really want there to be any emotional content. I'm afraid to feel that kind of hurt again.”

Frank said, “That changed tonight.”

“Yes it did. For the first time since Tony went away, tonight I let my barriers down. I’m sorry, Frank. You’re been a good friend. That’s why I’ve been like I have. There’s been lots of times I wanted to let you in, but I just couldn’t.”

Frank put his arm around Chris. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t really have to. Chris was laid bare.

Tony came back with our drinks, and he said, “I was hoping I would find you again, but during my shift is the worst time possible for this conversation. My parents split up junior year. I got like thirty minutes notice that I was going with my Mom. We didn’t even have a phone for months.”

Chris said, “We really need to talk. What time to you get off?”

Tony said, “I have to close, so I’ll be done by 11:30.”

Chris nodded and said, “I’ll be in the parking lot.”

Tony took our orders and worked the rest of his tables. In a few minutes, he came back out with a big rack of ribs and our sides, and we had dinner. It was quiet, and I could see Chris following Tony with his eyes.

It wasn’t hard to tell that he had been hurting over this for a long time. So much had happened in so short a time. I wondered if there wasn’t some weird astrological conjunction at work. I had met Frank and Chris after being dead inside for a long time. The bonding and healing that had already happened, and now Tony showing up out of the blue. I just hoped that this wasn’t setting Chris up again to get hurt again. I am innately protective of people I like. If Tony was a bum, he was going to regret it.

We finished dinner and I left a c-note to cover the check. I’m pretty sure Tony would get the message that I was welcoming him.

 

Rather than go home, I decided that we would fool around in town a bit while we waited for Tony’s shift to end. I took the guys to the big Super K-mart on the highway. Unlike many places, it was open 24/7, and I really wasn’t stocked up for house guests.

I gave the guys a few chores. I sent them to find some swimming suits for themselves and one Tony might fit into, Frisbees, and a few other items. While they worked on their scavenger hunt, I went off and got the fixings for the meals that I planned for tomorrow. I rarely had the opportunity to cook for company, so this was going to be fun.

I met back up with the guys, and they had found their items but, there was one other item I sent them looking for. They came back with several Speedos in the appropriate sizes.

 

By the time we finished shopping, it was time to pick up Tony. I was taken aback that he didn’t have a vehicle. He was renting a nearby room.

Chris and Tony landed on the back seat and started talking in low tones. For a little while it was serious, then I heard them chuckling and by the time we got in the house, they were arm-in-arm.

When we pilled into my house and into the garage, Tony’s eyes were wide as saucers. He said, “This house is… ginormous!”

I gave him a hand getting out of the back seat and said, “Yeah. It’s a lot for one person.”

I said as I gave a hand to Chris, “I think you two probably need to talk. I’m going to take you to a nice place for you two to chat while Frank and I will bring in the groceries.”

Tony and Chris followed me upstairs. As I passed through the kitchen, I put down a few bags of groceries and retrieved a couple of canned cokes from the fridge. Then I took them upstairs to the deck that overlooked the lake.

The lake at night during the early summer was quite a sight. There were lights for miles in every direction: some boats on the water, some of other houses, and numerous fireflies.

Tony said, “This place is spectacular, and the smell.”

I said, “That’s the pine forest. When I inherited the house, everyone expected me to sell it. I think you might understand why I stayed. You guys talk. You’ve both had a long hard spell, but you’ve found each other again.”

I gave both of them a one armed bro-hug as they huddled close together in the starlight. Damn, they’re cute together. I went back downstairs to get the kitchen sorted out.

Frank had gotten most of the things up from the car. I stopped him in the middle of the kitchen and hugged him. It startled him, but then he returned the hug with interest: a perfect kiss.

When we did, we stood there holding each other for a moment and Frank whispered in my ear, “Did you see fireworks because I saw fireworks?”

I looked him in the eye and said, “I see the guy I’ve always dreamed of- beautiful, sweet and in my arms.”

He shivered and said, “If that’s a line, it worked. Let’s put the groceries up. I want to have my way with you.”

I never knew why they called those things a “love seat” until Frank was in my lap on the one in the living room. Rather than making out, we just talked and enjoyed being together.

As what we had at the moment was probably pushing the definition of a whirlwind romance to its most extreme limits, we still had a lot of getting to know each other to do.

I had gotten the idea earlier that Frank’s relationship with his family was irregular. When I heard his last name, I instantly understood. If there was such a thing as old money blue-bloods in the south, it didn’t get much bluer than the Beauregard's. It went back to before the Civil War. The family owned great swaths of forest lands from Georgia to Louisiana.

I asked, just to be sure, “That’s the timber Beauregard’s?”

“There’s only one Beauregard that matters, and I don’t matter to him. I’m his grandson and a horrible embarrassment to the miserable old fart.”

I shook my head and said, “I can’t imagine any grandparent that wouldn’t dote on you. You’re cuter than a basket of puppies.”

He grinned sadly and said, “It’s fucked up. You see, when his youngest daughter was in high school, she got pregnant with me. Apparently, Mom was pretty stupid. She didn’t know she was pregnant for a while and drank and took drugs while I was the bun in the oven.”

“Dear old granddad was tight with a bunch of republican politicians, so an abortion scandal was out of the question. Mom had me, but the doctors told good old granddad that I would probably be retarded because of Mom’s drug and alcohol thing. Drugs killed her when I was 6. She mixed Valium and vodka and checked out.”

“Granddad raised me at arm’s length— nannies and boarding school and with all the warmth of the arctic. When I graduated, he set up a trust. I get $1750 a month to live on. There’s a lawyer who administers the trust if I need more. That’s how I bought my truck. I haven’t asked for anything else. I really don’t think he would give a shit if he knew I was gay. He just doesn’t care.”

As I was holding him, I squeezed him a little tighter and put my forehead against his head. I couldn’t think of anything much to say and just held him quietly for a bit.

I said quite sincerely, “I don’t see you being dim or anything.”

Frank laughed bitterly. “That’s the joke. I've always done well in school. I thought the old guy might… I don’t know, maybe think well of me for it. It never worked. I was always delegated to someone else, so he wouldn’t have to deal with me.”

I sighed and said, “Well, we have that in common. My family is gone and yours is just apathetic. I’m not exactly sure how to say this, but, would you be family to me?”

That must have been the right thing to say. Frank looked me in the eye, saw sincerity there, and then he kissed me with passion and abandon.

 

I’m not sure how long we stayed on the love seat. Time is meaningless sometimes and oh so precious. They are those special moments that stay with you forever. In this case, the moment was not so much interrupted as a new moment emerged.

Chris and Tony came down the stairs into the living room. They were both smiling, but their eyes were red and puffy. They had had a moment of their own. They came in and sat on the couch near us, and I asked, “I take it that your reunion went well?”

Chris laughed and said, “About as well as possible. I see you two are getting along.”

I pulled Frank close and kissed him on the neck. All he could manage was, “Um-humm.”

Tony asked, “What is this I hear about a sauna?”

Frank chuckled while I blushed a little and said, “It’s probably still warm.”

Chris said, “I told him about it and…”

Tony said, “I’ve had a boner ever since I heard about it.”

“You two are welcome to use it.”

Chris said, “It really is something special I’d like for Tony to experience.”

Frank said, “Why, Chris, you’re so cute when you invite us to an orgy.”

I laughed and said, “Well, if you put it that way, of course we’ll play.”

 

The four of us trooped downstairs. I wasn’t exactly sure what Chris and Tony had in mind. I wouldn’t mind a reprise of our earlier adventure. As we got undressed and took a shower to make sure all of our fun parts were squeaky clean, I thought about a few new wrinkles that I would add.

The little sauna was a tad crowded with four people. I could tell that the sauna was still warming back up when we got inside. I asked who wanted to go first and Frank volunteered. I was happy to worship his body. It was beautiful, and I wanted to explore every freckle, not that there were very many.

As a massaged his arms, neck and upper back, I would kiss his neck and ears playfully, causing him to wiggle and giggle. You know you are doing it right when they wiggle and giggle.

I worked my way down his back, using my hands and the oil to drive out any lingering tension in his muscles. I paid particular attention to his butt. Not just because it was such a nice butt, but because by that point I was getting into it and so was he.

I departed from the earlier script was that I spent some time working on the feet. I had read in the Kama Sutra or something that the feet were also an erogenous zone. I’d have to review that part. It had been some time since I had read it, but let’s face it: there’s not a soul alive that doesn’t like to have their feet rubbed.

When I was done with his feet, I sucked each toe on each foot. It must have been the right move because by the time I was done, Frank was vibrating again.

“Ok. Who is next?”

Tony raised his hand sheepishly. Not that that was the only thing he had raised.

He traded places with Frank and I asked, “You’re OK with this? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Tony said, “Oh, I want to. It’s just been a while since I’ve done anything, and never with more than just one person.”

As he lay down, I said, “Just relax. Part of the magic of this is first it relaxes you. Then it prepares you. We take it slow, so it’s an experience and not just a quickie.”

I started working on Tony’s neck, arms and shoulders and felt the tension melt away.

Despite their contrasting features, Tony and Chris were built on similar lines— long, lean and with understated musculature. While Chris is no slouch, Tony’s muscles were a bit more defined.

As I worked, I asked, “Do you like working at Smokies Ribs?”

He said. “It beats fast food and tips are good. By the way: thanks. You helped me make rent this week. The boss likes seeing good tips like that. It’s supposed to mean that you pleased the customer.”

As I worked on him, I said, “I have a business proposal for you. I pay a service four hundred a month to keep my grass cut and bushes trimmed. If you want the job, it’s yours.”

He said, “I’d love too but, I’ve got no vehicle.”

“Part of the deal is a room.” He almost got up and Chris gasped.

Tony said, “Is this for real?”

“Yes. Something you’ll learn about me is that I decide fairly quickly whether I like someone. Besides, we just found you for Chris. We can’t lose you again.”

Suddenly, I felt arms around me and realized that it was Frank who was kissing me passionately, which I completely in favor of. When he stopped and broke the kiss, he said, “I only thought you were the man of my dreams. Now I’m sure of it.”

“So when we move in Tony tomorrow, can we move you too?”

He didn’t actually say yes but, I assumed by the intensity of the kiss, that the answer was yes.

I turned to find Chris and Tony in each other’s arms in tears.

I reached out and put an arm around them both and said, “Easy guys, moving isn’t that bad.”

For some reason, they both laughed and kissed me.

After the brief interruption, I went back to working on Tony’s mid-back. He said, “Chris told me you had magic in your hands.”

Frank chuckled and said, “He’s not wrong.”

Tony said in a choked up voice, “I know what it is. You really care about us. Everything I’ve seen of you since we met a few hours ago says it louder than words. Everything you’ve done. Every touch. Every word. That’s rare; too damned rare in my experience.”

As an answer to his words, I gave his lower back symmetrical rubs where the lower latissimus dorsi comes together with the thoracolumbar fascia and the external obliques: just the muscle groups that would feel a long day on his feet. I was answered with a gasp of pleasure and then a long sigh.

Then I said, “Sometimes things are just easier to do than find the right words for. You have the truth of it.”

I finished up working my way down Tony’s gluts, biceps femoris, hamstrings and gastrocnemius and finally down to his feet. He whimpered and groaned when I went to work on his feet. I instantly felt the damage to being on your feet in cheap shoes for long periods of time. I spent some minutes there and felt small shudders and twitches of pleasure as I loved his poor abused feet.

Tony knew it was coming, but it was still a shock when I began sucking on his big toe. I guess he liked it because he made funny little mewling sounds. As I worked on his toes, I worked on the rest of his feet, and he moaned and gasped for breath until I was done. Chris and I had to help him sit up as his head cleared from the experience.

He sat there a minute just catching his breath like he had just run a mile and said, “That was intense. I understand what Chris was saying, it was mind-blowing.”

Chris said, “Here’s the good part: that’s just the warm-up.”

Tony said, “There’s more?”

I said, “Yeah, there’s more, but it is Chris’s turn now. You want to help?”

“I can learn how to do that?”

“Of course. You’ve already guessed the most important part.”

Once he was in place, I began working on Chris and narrated as Frank and Tony watched. “Notice how I go with the muscles? Like the trapezius here, the deltoid here, the rhomboids here and the latissimus dorsi here. Now, you give it a go, Tony.”

Tony was a quick study. He soon had Chris making all the right groans of pleasure. As we worked our way down, I noticed that my student took a great deal of time on his boyfriend’s gluts. Apparently, Tony was enjoying the experience as well. He concentrated deeply on what he was doing, and his boyfriend was appreciating it. Tony’s cock was standing up like a flag pole. While it was longer than Chris’s, it didn’t have the same girth.

While Tony was working Chris’s glutes, I went down to his feet and started working on them. By the time we were done, Chris was a little woozy. He sat up, leaning against Tony, and said, “What is it about this that is so… I don’t even have a word for it.”

“I cheated a little. I read a book or two regarding massage. In the pattern that I go through, I hit numerous pressure points that relieve a lot of stress and allow muscles and tendons to relax that are ordinarily tight even at rest. The theory is that allows for a cascade of endorphins to be released in your brain that literally makes you high.”

Frank said, “It works. I’m already getting hot anticipating part two.”

Tony asked, “Part two?”

Chris said, “You’re going to love it. It may take you a few minutes to walk afterwards, but oh my God. Just watching it is hypnotic.”

There was a little shift as Chris and Frank moved, and Frank lay on his back in the spot for the guest of honor. A bunch of new wrinkles went through my mind, and then I saw him there: beautiful, and to my eyes, so perfect. My mind shifted gears from the analytical to the mystical. I did not want to just make love to Frank. My consciousness slipped and became something a little different. Our getting together had unlocked something inside me that had been dormant. Something primitive and ancient in origin: the lock had turned and a door to the primal was opened. I was going to worship life after knowing entirely too much death.

I knelt beside him and wrapped my arms around him and kissed him on his neck on his ears and then our lips met. We kissed long, and we kissed deep, then I moved down to kissing his neck and flicking my tongue over his nipples. His heart was racing and he groaned in pleasure.

Then I went to the oil and worked his biceps and shoulders, feeling the tension drain out as he closed his eyes with an angelic smile. I worked my way down his body gently but firmly, giving each of the chakra points loving attention, listening to his moans of pleasure and breathing as feedback to see what he liked and deliver as much pleasure as I could.

Tony said, “Holy shit, this is hot just to watch.”

Chris said, “Wait until it’s your turn.”

I got down to Frank’s waist and his cock was standing there pulsing. I was tempted, oh so tempted but, I followed the course, giving its head the tiniest little flip of my tongue, tasting his pre-cum, which elicited a small gasp.

I went down his legs with the oil working the complex tangles of muscles around this quadriceps, paying close attention to the adductor, gracilis, femorious and sartorious. Everywhere I went, the tension evaporated until I made it down to his feet.

Finally, it was time to get to the main event. I spread Frank’s legs and gently oiled his balls, perineum and his cock. I went about this slowly and deliberately to make his orgasm build, gently licking his balls from the very base of his cock, under his balls and down to the perineum.

Different people have different erogenous zones. Really pleasing your partner means finding for them. Some people go crazy when you go near their nipples. To others, their nipples might as well not even be there.

I had discovered that one of Frank’s most sensitive erogenous zones was his perineum- just beneath the balls, and before you get to the rectum. It is a very strategic spot with lots of complex stuff going on just underneath and as sensitive as Frank was, I could probably make him come just working there. This trip through, I was going to spend some quality time there. From the feedback of his moans and gasping breaths, I was quite sure I had hit the spot.

As my tongue flipped around this sensitive region, he moaned and bucked. I could hear the heavy breathing of Chris and Tony in the background. I would go a little higher and get the underside of his balls, or a little lower and tease his hole. I had him in such a state that he was shaking.

I moved down a little and began rimming him in earnest, first teasing his hole with circular licks and then plunging the tongue in deeply, causing him to gasp and whimper. I moved it in and out, causing him to shake and involuntarily thrust toward the tongue.

It did not take him long with this treatment to gasp, “I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to come!”

I quickly took his cock deep down my throat as it swelled, twitched, throbbed and finally erupted in my mouth. I stayed on it until it was mostly over and then engulfed Frank in my arms as he came down from the endorphin rush.

Frank opened his eyes, and they were a bit watery and just a bit out of focus. They settled on my eyes, and we kissed with gentle, sincere tenderness.

Tony said, “That was the most beautiful, savage, erotic thing I’m ever seen.”

Chris said, “That’s why I said I wanted you to have the experience. You’re next.”

I said, “Frank and I are having a moment.”

I wanted to hold him in my arms, and he had no objections. We stayed that way for a few minutes.

I heard Chris say, “You really love him, don’t you?”

Looking in Frank’s eyes, I said, “Yes. I do.”

Chris said, “You don’t have to…”

“No. I want to. It’s kind of a bonding experience just between us.”

I picked up Frank and very gently sat him down to make the spot ready for Tony. As I sat him down, we hugged again and Frank whispered in my ear, “I love you too.” He gave me a big squeeze, then I started with Tony.

Having been with them earlier, I had some idea what Chris and Frank liked. Tony was a mystery, but men are not so mysterious. Some are more or less experienced. Some are more or less knowledgeable. However, they all have the same set of buttons. You can press them in any number of ways.

I started at the top with Tony working the muscles of his arms, neck and chest, paying close attention to the pressure points. This wasn’t nearly as intense an experience as it had been with Frank, as we did not have quite the same emotional connection. I could tell he was intensely aroused, he was clearly focused on Chris.

As I worked I said, “You really love him don’t you.”

Chris and Tony answered in unison, “Yes, I do.”

I asked, “You want to help Chris?”

“At some point I’ll join in but, you know things. Powerful things that I want to learn, and I want Tony to experience.”

This told me interesting things about Chris. Many guys would be far too insecure to watch a big muscle dude do their boyfriend, but he wanted Tony to have the experience.

As I crossed over his pecs, Tony whimpered. I noted that his nipples were one of his hot spots and gave them some attention. I was rewarded with the feedback of a gasp and I could feel his heart pounding. My hands moved down from his pecs, but I lingered over his nipples licking, sucking and nibbling on them.

I enjoyed my exploration of Tony’s body. It was exquisite, but I saw very troubling signs there. He had too many scars for a young man his age. To my eye, some of those scars looked suspiciously like cigarette burns in places where it would hurt a lot and couldn’t possibly be accidental. When Tony started when I hit a sore spot on his ribs I had to stop.

I moved over and whispered in his ear, “I’m seeing signs of abuse on you, Tony. Most of it is old and healed over.”

He looked back with fear in his eyes, and I continued, “I want you to know that I’ll never hurt you like that and anybody who tries it will have to go through me. You’re safe here.”

As tears formed in his eyes, I engulfed his in a hug and gave him a gentle peck on the cheek. Chris looked on with concern and I beckoned him over and as he arrived, I put Tony’s head and shoulders into Chris’s lap.

They sat there, forehead to forehead, holding each other, as I went back to work, careful not to cause any further hurt. Lower on the same side was a faded bruise on his lower ribs. As I passed over it, I was very gentle and lingered there, using the warm oil to make it feel better. I could feel the tension draining from him as I moved on to his abs.

Bingo. I found another one of Tony’s erogenous zones. As I worked the oil into his abs, I could see his cock harden and pulse. He gasped and kissed Chris with passion and hunger.

I went down to his legs and found another hot spot. When I got to Tony’s inner thighs, he gasped and wiggled under my hands as Chris kissed his neck.

I gave Tony’s knees, shins and feet attention, and he sighed.

Frank said, “You two are so cute together.”

“They really are”, I said as I massaged Tony’s feet. “Chris, I’m getting close to the crescendo. You want to jump in here?”

Chris, still holding Tony, said, “I’ll be there at just the right time.”

I spread Tony’s legs and applied the oil to Tony’s cock, balls and the sensitive areas in that general vicinity. As I worked, Tony quaked and moaned in pleasure through the kiss he and Chris were sharing.

Then I went for it. I went down on Tony’s cock in one smooth motion, licking its base all the way down to the top of his balls. He shuddered, twitched and moaned with pleasure and I enjoyed the taste of his pre-cum. I did not linger there for long. At the rate Tony was producing pre-cum, I knew that he couldn’t take much, so I switched to licking his balls.

Tony’s balls were considerable. At his state of arousal, they lifted somewhat, making them an easy target for my tongue. I worked my way down from them to his perineum, which caused him to shudder, twitch and groan. As responsive as his body was, he and Chris would have quite a lot of fun exploring his erogenous zones.

I worked my way licking circles around his balls and perineum, getting closer and closer to his pucker. The closer I got to it, the more violent his shuddering and twitching. When I ran my tongue across it, he gasped and twitched.

I went back up his balls, licking along the base of his shaft, and licked the copious pre-cum on his head. I noticed that Tony had changed position and was greedily sucking Chris’s dick. After a couple of long, slow sucks of Tony’s cock, then I dove for the serious rimming. I plunged my tongue deep into his pucker and he responded with a twitch, and then he pushed back against it. I stayed there and fucked him with my tongue, driving him crazy.

Tony bucked, shuddered and moaned with pleasure as my tongue probed him. It was easy to see that he was really getting into that. Then he said, “Fuck me, Chris. I want you inside me.”

Chris said, “Are you sure? The last time we tried, I hurt you.”

Tony said, “We were fourteen. We’ll get it right this time. I need you inside me. I’ve been dreaming of this for years.”

It was time for me to go. As Chris approached his appointed mission, I helped oil him up as Tony grabbed his feet and presented himself to his boyfriend.

Chris entered Tony very gently and started slow, but Tony was well-prepared. Chris covered Tony’s face in kisses as he made very gentle but long strokes with his big, thick cock.

As they gathered momentum I took my place beside Frank who was mesmerized by what he was watching. He grabbed my arm and said, “I’ve never done that. It looks scary, but damned if they aren't really into it.”

I asked, “You’ve never done anal?”

He shook his head and said, “At boarding school some dickhead tried to make me and I made him regret it. No, I haven’t tried it. I’ve been a little afraid of it.”

I put my arm around him and said, “You won’t have to unless you want to, and you’re ready.”

Chris and Tony fucked like they meant it. Watching them together, there was absolutely no doubt those two were really into each other. Then it happened with no hands involved at all: Tony came, came, and came some more.

Chris was right behind him, and then they collapsed into a tangle of come, oily skin and long arms and legs.

Frank and I went over to hand them towels to clean up with and help them regain their balance.

I leaned over and kissed them both on the head and said, “Thanks for letting me be a part of that. It was beautiful.”

I don’t think either one had recovered their wits yet because they both had big silly grins. After a few minutes, I turned off the sauna and the four of us took a shower, and we all went upstairs.

I turned on my stereo and stuck in Ammonia Avenue by Alan Parsons and set it to play at low volume. We were all drained, collapsed on my bed and curled up with our partners.

As we lay there, Chris said, “What are we going to do tomorrow?”

I said, “First thing on my list will be cooking breakfast. Next, we’re going to move Frank and Tony. That’s short term. Longer term, I have an idea I’d like to bounce off you guys.”

They all perked up at that, and then I told them.

“I’ve been thinking— no. I’ve actively started working on forming a small company that installs phone systems. I can fly us all to Atlanta, get you all certified in a week. Later this summer, a number of contracts will come open that we’ll have the inside track because we’re local and all the other bidders will be from out of state.”

There was silence for a moment. Chris asked, “How will it work?”

I said, “The Company that sells the most installed PBX, or phone systems for businesses, has a series of classes. They run a training establishment in Atlanta. The classes last a week, you take a test, and you are certified to work on their equipment. There are four levels of certifications. I’ve got level four. If I can get you guys certified as level 1, we can bid on the contracts, and they are sweet.”

Tony said, “Hell yeah. I haven’t even made it to junior college yet.”

Frank asked, “What will the work be like?”

“The first contracts that I’ll bid on will be to certify new installations. We’ll install the phones in new buildings and certify that they work. They won’t let the installer certify the installation, so another company has to do it. Truthfully, I could show you what to do, and we could do a site tomorrow. It’s easy. It just requires that we all be certified.”

“Y’all just sleep on it. We can talk about it tomorrow.”

Tony said, “No need. I’m in.”

Frank said, “Me too.”

Chris said, “I don’t know about my parents. I’m going to have to handle them carefully.”

“I’ll help you with that. We’ll go to church Sunday and have them eating out of our hands.”

Well even the longest night won't last forever
But too many hopes and dreams won't see the light
And all of the plans I make won't come together

Something in the air
Maybe for the only time in my life
Something in the air
Turning me around and guiding me right

 

-Alan Parsons, Prime Time