Sharing - 4. Chapter 3 - Sean

Sean: Tim and I are about the same size.

Tim: Except where it counts.

Sean: You’re not that much bigger.

Reporter: Sean moved to sit on the other arm of the chair. Mark squeezed out from among them and moved to the couch to lie on the now reclining Brad. I sensed they had heard the story before. They quietly began to make out. John had said that their interaction was fluid and what I observed, how they moved from one intimate grouping to another bore that out.

Sean: As I was saying…Tim was hugging me as John came into the room. I hope my jaw didn’t drop, but there he was: tall, dark chest hair peaking out at the top and arm holes of his shirt, heavy bulge below the waste band, extending very handsomely downward with a marked ridge just above the open leg of the shorts.

With a kiss, I broke free of Tim’s hug and walked over to John who held out his hand. Seeing him, I wasn’t about to shake his hand, so I stepped past the extended hand and hugged John and kept hugging him, until I could feel his cock pressing against me, getting harder by the second.

A little shocked, I spun around toward Tim. “You didn’t do the apartment justice – its gorgeous, like on one of those design shows. And John here, you said he was tall, dark and handsome, but you didn’t tell me he was big.”

Tim huffed in response. “Would you have believed me? ‘I live with this man, who picked me up off the street, fed me, clothed me, sheltered me. He’s handsome and sexy and even more he’s hung.’ Yeah, you’d have called me deluded, if not a liar.”

“I suppose you’re right. It makes for a nice surprise anyway” I said as I reached back to give John’s cock a tweak.

“Well if you two are done talking about me, let’s at least get coffee going.” We watched as John walked across to the kitchen.

“Nice ass, too.”

“Yes, those shorts ride nicely up.”

“Hairy back?”

“Not much, and I’ve taken on the task of grooming him.”

“Not too much, I hope.”

“No, a little off his balls for easy access. I leave that furry butt alone – yum.”

“You know, guys” John interrupted from the kitchen “I’m in the same room. I can hear you.”

“Just go about your breakfast duties, dear” Tim teased. “I’ll show Sean around and see if it meets with his very particular standards as a place to crash for the holiday.”

I looked longingly at John. “I think it will do very nicely. Bigger than I expected – the loft I mean – among other things – but it will do.

Over the brunch of eggs and muffins that John had prepared, Tim and I continued our conversation, ignoring John’s presence. Tim was finally giving me some details about John and his sex life. “I’ve tried, but I’m not much of a bottom and I’m so good orally.”

“Brag, brag, brag. I’ve always known you were a tight ass. Then again, John would appear to present a challenge. Perhaps after a warm up? Well, no hurry, we have days and days. Is he patient?”

“Amazingly so. Sometimes I know he’s holding back, horned out to the max and wanting to go for it, but always the gentleman.”

John spoke up. “More than I can say for you, Tim. So much for gentlemen not telling what goes on in the bedroom.”

“He can be a little tetchy when horny, but I can’t believe he’s feeling neglected after last night. Man did he blow a load, he came in quarts. It took an hour to get it out of his chest hair this morning.”

“Do tell more.”

“Some things do remain secrets among lovers. You’ll have to find out for yourself.”

John: Sean and Tim chatted on about all manner of things while I looked on. I had to smile to myself at how these two ethnically different, physically similar young men had such a close rapport. College classes and college life, I supposed. They were sweet together.

“What are you grinning at?” they said in unison when they at last realized I was observing them.

“Nothing, nothing. By the way, are you two twins?”

“No, he’s a bottom and I’m a top” Tim rejoined. “Well anally, anyway.”

“So I’ve noticed” teased John.

“Are you complaining?”

“No I am not complaining. But I think I’d like to try some ass once in a while. You feel pretty comfortable giving it to me.”

“And by your reaction the other night, I’m thinking you like it, too.”

“Bicker, bicker, bicker” remarked Sean. “You know what your problem is, my darlings, you’re mismatched. Two tops without a bottom. Now where could you find someone to fulfill your competing needs?”

“Hmmm? Beats me. I suppose we could hold auditions.”

Tim said to me, pushing me toward the door, “Don’t you have some shopping to do or something?”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Uh, yes. I – we – have some plans to make. And we need stuff for the big feast. Now off you go” pushing John toward the door.

“Maybe I should change first?”

“I suppose it would be more decent for grocery shopping, though you look so yummy just like that.” Tim squeezed my cock through my shorts.

I changed into jeans and put on a leather jacket, picked up his shopping list and headed for the door. Tim and Sean were already deep in conversation – about what I couldn’t be sure, but by the way they looked me over, I had hopes for some fun.

“Ring from downstairs when you get back. We’ll help you haul things up. Who needs a gym with a five floor walk up?” Tim called after me as I headed out the door.

On returning, I rang the door buzzer, but got no answer. Damn, I’ll have to carry all the bags up myself. I managed to load up to make it in one trip, stumbling through the door. I called out, but didn’t hear anything. Had Sean and Tim gone out? I put the perishables into the refrigerator and was about to start on the remainder when I heard Tim moan familiarly. I crossed to Tim’s room and quietly opened the door. There was Tim mounted on Sean, actively pumping away. I watched in silence. It was hot.

Sean: I sensed John’s presence and looked over. Tim was still oblivious. I signaled with my eyes for John to join us. In a moment John had shucked his clothes and climbed onto the mattress behind Tim, wrapping his arms around Tim and pressing his body against Tim’s back, his cock hard against Tim’s flexing ass.

“Starting without me?”

“Oh man,” Tim uttered, slowing his thrusting. “Sorry. We got talking about all we wanted to do with you and, well, things got going.

“Don’t slow down, baby, I’m nearly there” They got talking and were ignoring me, Tim still fully in my ass – go figure.

“Finish what you start, my man” John encouraged. “I’m happy just watching – for now.”

Tim had already re-engaged and quickly climaxed, shooting his load into me. It was glorious.

I caught John’s eye, “Sloppy seconds?”

John answered by kneeling along side the mattress and pulled me toward his erect cock, pressing against my well warmed asshole. I wanted him bad and even more when I felt John’s cockhead stretched my hole. John continued to pull on my legs, slowing pulling me onto his cock. I could see Tim, totally hard despite having just cum, watching us. I squirmed as inch by inch my ass was stretched by John’s cock.

John’s look of determination changed to ecstasy as his cock was now partially in the grip of my ass. His face seemed to call out “heaven”.

John: Yes, it was ‘heaven’. So warm and tight. Tim and I had tried a bunch of times, but I never got nearly this far in. I hadn’t really had much experience before Tim.

Tim: No experience you mean.

John: Well some experience.

Tim: Some furtive blow job in a men’s room doesn’t count as sexual experience.

Reporter’s note: How like a typical married couple these guys argued.

John: Anyway, Sean suddenly began choking, really it was his ass choking on my cock. Sean’s eyes began to tear, he began to whimper. I began to pull out, but Sean called out, “no, leave it in. It would hurt more if you pulled out but I can’t take anymore, not right now.”

Tim’s cock drooped in reaction to his friend’s distress. I was frozen, not wanting to bring any pain, unable to proceed or withdraw.

Sean calmed down in time and began to relax. I leaned forward to kiss and sooth him. Tim ran to get a warm cloth. Upon returning, Tim signaled for me to pull out. Tim applied the warm cloth to Sean’s ass, to ease the stinging pain he too had known when being fucked.

Sean was so upset. “I’m so sorry, John. I thought I was ready.”

“I’m sorry too, Sean. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“It’ll be okay later, I guess I need more warming up, maybe a joint or something. I really want you to fuck me. You’re everything Tim said you were and I’d love to please you.

I lay along side Sean, Tim lay along the other side. We both were petting him, touching him all over. He fell asleep, I suppose tired out from his exertions. After a while we all fell asleep.

The evening was well advanced when I came awake. I had had troubling dreams, finally jolting awake. I realized I was alone on the mattress in Tim’s room. I got up, pulled on my jeans and went into the great room. Tim sat at the table facing the kitchen. Sean was busy cooking, singing little snatches of song as he worked.

“So here he is, just in time for dinner” Sean called out merrily.

“You don’t seem any worse for wear” I observed cautiously.

“Nope, all better, and ready for another try – maybe. Timmy here got hungry so I’ve made myself at home in your kitchen.”

“Smells good.”

“Look, sweety” Tim took me by the arm, “I’m sorry I didn’t manage things very well. I’m thinking its going to take some time. I hope you’re not disappointed.”

“Any one would be disappointed not getting to go at it with Sean.” I winked at him. “But sex is about having fun, not hurting. We’ll manage our fun times some other way.” I lifted Tim off the floor and crushed him with a huge kiss.

Tim replied, a little breathless,” Uh, yeah, we’ll do something to make you happy.”

“You always do, lover, you always do.”

“Hey, can I get some of that action?” Sean complained.

“When you finish making dinner. I’m hungry – for food for a change. After dinner, well I was going to say ‘brace yourself’, but I think we’ll just take it easy.” I walked over to Sean and kissed him gently.

With the prospect of sex, we ate quickly and cleaned up. We sat for a while in front of the fire, all sharing one couch, becoming increasingly entangled as we made out. One piece at a time we shed our clothes, until finally naked, we fell upon each other with hands, mouths and assorted body parts, seeking to delight each other. We got so lost in passion, we lost our balance and fell to the floor with a ‘wump’. I wonder if they heard us downstairs.

When we untangled and stopped laughing, I suggested we move to the bedroom to continue. Tim ran ahead, followed by Sean with me in close pursuit. We fell upon the mattress and re-engaged in our love-making.

I awoke the next morning with a man in each arm, their heads rested on my chest. Very delicious. One of them gripped my cock in his hand and one cupped my balls. I tried not to move for fear of waking them. I lay still enjoying the closeness for a long time, watching the morning light climb move along the ceiling.

Then the hand on my balls began to flex and massage. My cock hardened. The hand that held my cock began to stroke lightly. After the several times they had brought me to orgasm in the night, I was amazed that I could get hard again – but there it was. Tim and Sean began to giggle.

“I can hear your heart beating faster, John. Are you getting excited?”

“Your chest hair tickles my face.”

“Does Mr. Dick want a kiss?”

I felt a gentle peck which evolved into a slurpy kiss. The mouth opened and engulfed my cock head, the tongue driving me wild.

“Whoever’s doing that, keep doing that.”

“Do me, do me.” I had a rival for attention. I opened my eyes to find Sean on my cock and Tim kneeling. We shifted around so Tim could straddle my chest, bringing his dick in range of my mouth, leaving room for Sean to ‘keep doing that’. Tim soon squirted into my mouth. He leaned down to kiss me, I shared his orgasm with him.

Tim began to double team with Sean on my cock. “Come here, Sean.” Sean moved up to receive a sucking and Tim took over full duty on my cock. I admit I was losing control, sucking Sean fully into my mouth, maintaining strong suction. I wanted his cum and I wanted to cum. Sean squealed as he released into my mouth.

Tim took his mouth off of my cock. “Help me here, Sean” Tim ordered. Sean scrambled down to my cock, taking it in two hands, freeing Tim to work my balls. They got a rhythm working and before long, my balls tried to pull up against Tim’s grip. Sean held my cock straight up, pumping down hard, catching the right moment to intensify the first shot of cum. It launched into the air arcing over the bed, landing on Sean’s back. Two more shots splattered randomly over us all. Tim caught the final spurts in his mouth, sucking out the last of my cum, then moved up to share it with me.

Sean said perkily, “Mr. Dick makes a fountain. Happy Thanksgiving.”

I knew I had much to be thankful for.

***

Since we had an entire dinner to prepare, I encouraged my bedmates to get up and get moving. I showered quickly and got to work in the kitchen setting out the makings of Thanksgiving dinner. Tim and Sean had showered together and emerged from the bedroom, still giggling.

“Sean, you’re on your own for a while, I’ve got to make some progress on a paper. Somehow my evenings get sidetracked – I can’t imagine why.” Tim scuttled into the study.

I looked up to see Sean sitting at the kitchen island watching me begin prepare the stuffing. I winked at him, he winked back. A moment later he was at my side, chopping onions and celery. Then he was washing the turkey. And I’m not sure when it happened, but I found myself sitting in front the television, watching the parade with a Bloody Mary in my hand and some very delectable snacks on the table in front of me. I could hear the furious sounds of cooking going on in the kitchen.

A while later, Tim came out to stretch his legs. “What’s this? Sitting on your ass in front of the TV?”

“Tim, sit down. Watch this. I want to see if it happens again.” I finished the rest of my drink and rattled the ice in the empty glass. As if by magic, a new drink appeared in my hand, more snacks landed on the table. Tim suddenly had a drink in his hand.

“Yes, it happened again. And something smells wonderful in the kitchen. I could get used to this.”

“I knew Sean worked part-time in catering, but I didn’t know he was a chef, not to mention the perfect party hostess.”

We moved to the kitchen island and took seats to watch Sean at work. Much more entertaining than the parade, anyway. He was a whirl of flashing knives, clanging pots, oven mittens, and ingredients. In the midst of all that, he produced more snacks, and refilled our glasses.

I had started to feel woozy from never ending drinks. “I need to get some air. If Sean is trying to impress me, I’m impressed – again.”

Sean stepped in, “Oh, good. You too, Tim. Why don’t you go with John for a little walk. It will perk your appetite and let me get things set up here.”

The air outside had a late fall bite and yet the early afternoon sun was warm on my face and hands. My head quickly cleared. Our neighborhood was very quiet, typical on holidays when it seemed most people spent time with families elsewhere. Still, we caught the scents of other feasts in preparation as we walked along.

“What do you think he’s up to?” I asked Tim.

“If either you or I were up there with him, I’d hazard a guess, but since we’re here and he’s there alone, I haven’t a clue. Shall we go back and find out?”

We had been tracking the wonderful smells of cooking all the way up the five flights of stairs. We opened the door to the apartment to find it transformed. The table was set with a cloth, candlesticks with burning candles, turkey centerpiece, assorted pilgrims and Indians in the form of decorations, Indian corn bouquets and all the other accoutrements of a traditional Thanksgiving.

“Welcome back, boys. Happy Thanksgiving.”

I think I speak for both of us to say we were floored.

“I figured a couple of bachelors living on their own wouldn’t have appropriate décor, so I came prepared. I’ve been cadging this stuff from catering assignments for weeks.”

“That explains the suitcases. At least he dragged them up the stairs on his own.”

“I had planned to kind of fill our plates at the stove and sit in front of the TV. We’ve moved to another level. But hey, have you been planning this for weeks? Tim just told me about it on Monday.” Tim looked innocently off into space.

“John will you open the wine?” Sean, stepping on any further questions, indicated a bottle chilling in an improvised wine bucket. As I fiddled with the cork, Sean produced all manner of platters and bowls of wonderfully smelling food, capped off with a perfectly prepared turkey – down to the little white booties on the drum sticks.

“A toast.”

They turned toward me with expectation all over their faces.

“Somehow I feel like Bob Cratchet from A Christmas Carol. Okay, here goes. A toast to friends and lovers, some new, some newer. May we ever enjoy the bounty we share this day.”

“Here, here.”

We feasted royally. During the meal, Sean explained that he came from generations of restaurateurs. He said the family specialty was Chinese, but they comfortably cooked in most idioms. His family was somewhat disappointed when he chose to pursue and education in business, hoping he would work in the family restaurant. That said, cooking was in his blood and he enjoyed every aspect – except doing the dishes. Looking across the table I knew we’d have lots of those, even with a dishwasher.

After several rounds of desserts – how did he make so much stuff out of what I had in the house? – we grudgingly cleaned up the kitchen and collapsed in front of the television. A little football, an old movie, some napping, a cold beer – boy that tasted good – and we dragged our bloated selves off to bed.

“Sex?”

“I think in the morning. I ate too much.”

“Me too.”

“Snore…”

Tim: Well we tried the next day and all that week to get John all the way in – it just never worked well – it was fun trying. When we worked it in the whole way – which took a long time – he’d either blow his load immediately or not be able to cum from anxiety – not very satisfying. We found lots of other ways to get off – I mean make love.

Sean: And Tim was turning out to be my perfect butt lover.

John: Sunday arrived. We had been having fun, the time passed too quickly. In the early afternoon Sean appeared in the great room with his bags packed.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” I demanded.

“I’ve got some stuff to get ready for classes next week, so I’m headed back to the dorm.”

“The hell you are.” I’m not usually so emphatic, but Sean fit in so well to our household, I couldn’t remember when he wasn’t there. And while I was a little concerned that I might end up weighing 400 pounds with all the fabulous cooking, I loved his attention to me and how happy Tim was when with him.

“Oh thank god. I was dreading that dreary dorm room – your place is so chic. And my roommate, I guess he’s an okay guy, but I’ve grown tired of his incessant masturbating and utter lack of interest in me. Lord knows, I’ve offered. I’m not convinced he likes girls either. Whatever.”

Tim inquired, “Are you saying Sean should move in with us?”

“If he’s willing, he’s welcome. And I can assure him that I’m interested in him and that I don’t like girls – well not for, you know…”

We walked arms around shoulders to Sean’s dorm where we quickly packed his remaining belongings and hauled them back to the apartment.

Our group dynamic barely seemed to change with addition of Sean. The food got a lot better and there was a lot more fun. The harmony of the household, the comfort and loving Tim and I had found together were enhanced by Sean’s presence. A great thing had gotten better.