Clutch

Clutch Chapter 2

CLUTCH

Part 2

Permission

By Bix Meister

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CLUTCH

Part 2

Permission

Though I'm a runner, I'm not a marathoner. The difference was obvious when the annual marathon was held, and thousands invaded our city. I winced lifting my butt from the pickup seat before heading into the store. I thought back to the pleasure I experienced the previous afternoon, and I realized the discomfort was worth it.

I had to laugh as I entered the store. I always felt like a stud in my uniform. Linda thought it made my ass look great. Anyone in the store who might agree with her, had no idea that I'd been thoroughly fucked the evening before. Something about that gave a spring to my step. That boost of confidence continued throughout the day, and weekend as my official duties were again focused on public safety with the influx of runners and their families.

Hunter's morning text showed he was feeling the same boost in confidence:

"My coworkers know I'm Gay but I doubt any of them would believe I just fucked the Fire Chief."

"Oh, Good morning, Clutch."

"I hope we're still on schedule to leave on Sunday."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that even though my cabin is secluded, I have a "friend" who stops by."

"You'll like his benefits."

I didn't want to correct Hunter on my title, after all I was up for a promotion soon, so I didn't want to jinx it. However, between Hunter's quickfire texts, and texts from Linda, I had an eventful morning. I was lucky not to confuse the two especially when I sent Hunter a pic that I had taken last night of my dick in his furry butt. Although Linda did say she wanted pics, I didn't feel comfortable sharing that.

I wasn't 100% comfortable with what was happening with my furry Otter, Hunter, even if Linda was. However, a few glances at the photo I sent Hunter, boned me up. An approving look from a bearded employee gave me even more confidence. I hope I wasn't too obvious when I stopped back in his department and asked about swim trunks for my vacation. I know I got a rise from him when I looked at his nametag and said, "Do you think they'll work for me Brent? My friend who owns the cabin says they needed to be easily removed since privacy meant we might be skinny dipping."

"You can also use the running shorts you bought last time since they have a liner and are quick dry." He spoke. Again, it was an ego boost for this handsome man to have remembered me, I wasn't wearing my uniform then. When I picked out two trunks he said, "Have fun, Bud. Have fun with them, or without them." For a second, I thought he was talking about Hunter and his beneficial friend, but then I realized he was talking about the trunks, or was he?

Between the marathon and my official duties, I was too busy over the next few days to see Hunter, but texts with him and texts with Linda kept me occupied in my off time. Later that afternoon I stopped by home for a break and caught a glimpse of my butt in the bedroom mirror. Maybe Linda, Hunter and the bearded guy at the store were right, my ass looked damn fine in my uniform pants. I laid back on the bed, fished out my growing dick and stroked out a load. I had to be careful with one official function later, but I aimed my load at my left hand, and slurped down the cum without spilling a drop. Afterwards I took a quick shower, redressed, and spent the evening shaking hands with people who had no idea where my hands were 24 hours before.

I couldn't understand why my secret brought me so much joy, or why I was looking at men in a different way. I guess my wife was right and Hunter simply unearthed a long hidden bisexual side. Later I sat down with my laptop and searched one-handed. I discovered that my high school friend was right, and furry guys were more my type, whether Otters, Cubs or Bears. I decided that the guy at the store was probably a Polar Bear, and yeah, Brent could get it.

I was enjoying my evening, naked and stroking and decided I'd end it with some porn. I bypassed my favorite straight porn and headed to the bi-porn. I couldn't relate to it. I couldn't see myself, Linda and another man, Hunter for example, fucking around. Me and Linda together, fine, I'd be boned up. Me, lifting the Polar Bear's legs and fucking his butt, fuck yeah, but all three, the thought made me go limp.

I started clicking around and saw someone like me, a bald, furry, goateed guy with an ample butt playing with a bearded older guy with a military cut, and my dick shot straight up. I wasn't five minutes into the video before I was unloading on my gut. I grabbed a quick pic to share with Linda, or Hunter.

Just before 10 I was nodding off when I got a text from Hunter.

"Heading into work. When I get home tomorrow. I'm going straight to sleep. I'll pick you up on Sunday then we'll head to the cabin."

"Okay, something for you to think about while you work tonight."

I then attached my photo from earlier and sent it.

The rest of the marathon weekend was a whirlwind. I helped at the aid station at the half-way point, then made the obligatory appearances at Bayfront. The other Assistant Fire Chief Trevor was there, and well on his way to being blitzed so I reminded him of my vacation starting the next day and he needed to cut himself off. I got the usual attitude from him, though he assured me that my vacation could go on as planned.

Jeffrey stopped by early Sunday morning. "Soooooo, who is this friend with a cabin? I thought I knew most of your friends, I don't recall you talking about a someone with a cabin."

"Well, he's a new friend," I said. I knew Jeffrey saw through me. "Jeffrey, you know all my secrets, including my top secret. This just might beat that."

"Which top secret? That you and Linda have an open relationship? Or the glory hole?" Jeffrey asked.

"I guess it's a combo of the two," I said. "Tell me Jeffrey, why do I trust you with my secrets?"

"Because I trust you with mine. Though I'm not sure my secrets are in your league. And now you're telling me this is bigger?"

"Jeff, I've got a fuck buddy," I blurted out.

Jeffrey recoiled in mock horror at my answer, but also that I called him Jeff. I think calling him Jeff was the bigger sin. "Collin, I've told you thousands of times that I was born Jeffrey and born Gay. I don't know anyone named Jeff. So, this fuck buddy, are they the one with the cabin?"

"You can use the pronouns he, him and his. Yes, HE is my fuck buddy, It's HIS cabin, and I had some mind-blowing sex with HIM on Thursday night. Jeffrey, you've always been honest about being gay. I realize I haven't been honest about who I am. Though I've gotten my share of head at glory holes, one blow job didn't make me bi. But after Thursday, I've gone far beyond that."

"About fucking time," Jeffrey said. "So, are you top, bottom, or?" Jeffrey asked.

"I did a little of all of that, I guess I'm open to finding out what I am," I responded.

So, was he a twink you know, like I used to be? Oh, I know you like cubbies. Ohhh," Jeffrey laughed. "He's a Daddy Bear just like you."

You like having fun at my expense, don't you?" I said. "Here I need your help figuring out how I am going to navigate this situation and you just want to make light of it."

"Okay, how can I help you?" Jeffrey asked.

"I know you and Lawrence have an open relationship. How do you make it work?"

"I know where my heart is, with Lawrence. You know your heart is with Linda."

"But what if I fall in love with Hunter?"

"Hunter? Fuck Buddy has a name? And back to where you said you did a little of everything. Does that mean he..."

"I got rimmed, took a dick up my ass, sucked, fucked, and rimmed him, not necessarily in that order. Jeffrey, why now? I mean I've always considered myself a straight man who infrequently lets men suck him. If I ever considered myself bi, I'd still be mostly straight. But for those few hours – Jeffrey, I was 100 percent on the Gay side. I really don't know why and how this happened. Like I said, why now?"

"Why now? Listen, that's a question only you can answer. You've had opportunities, and this time, you gave into your desires. You do realize the desires have always been there, whether you'll acknowledge that or not. You are a bit of a cock-tease after all."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Collin, you're my best friend, always have been. You were there for a Gay high schooler who positively flamed as Lawrence would say. You were my best friend and stood up to all the jocks and classmates who'd make fun of me. Others might call you Clutch because of what you did in sports, I'd say it because of what you've done for me. You've been there for me ever since, meeting friends, and potential boyfriends. And let's just say I've seen you turn on the Collin charm more than once. And it's always been for guys a little bit higher on the masculine scale than me."

"Really? How come you are just telling me this now? And one more thing. Don't put yourself down, saying you flamed and comparing yourself to other men. You are who you are, and you've shown more strength in being yourself than the assholes who would put you down. That is what ultimately makes you a man."

"Aww, thanks Collin. I don't know why I've never pointed it out. I suppose I thought it would make you self-conscious. So, your fuck buddy, Hunter. Tell me a bit about his physical appearance."

I remembered how on Thursday I had stretched at the edge of Hunter's driveway, before looking him over. Damn, Jeffrey was right, I was a cock-tease for guys like Hunter. "I think you'd call him an Otter. Though his chest is not as hairy as mine is. He has a full beard and looks like one of the hipsters you'd see at the breweries down in the Craft district."

Jeffrey raised his left brow, "See, you have a type. Alas, I am not that type. But let's be honest. We were never meant to be lovers, though I do love you, Collin. And that's the thing Collin. You know how I say love is not like a pie, that if I give love to you, it means I have less love for Lawrence. Maybe that is the answer to how this will work out for you and Linda."

"I'm not so sure if that is the answer, Jeffrey. Maybe this is just a test of my marriage."

"If it is, you'll pass the test. Listen, I know your furry Otter will be showing up soon. You have Linda's blessing and mine too. I'll call you if anything happens with the house so don't worry."

Minutes after Jeffrey left, I heard Hunter's Jeep. We made quick work of loading my gear. "The forecast calls for sun so it's gonna be top down. Like they say, sun's out, gun's out." Hunter flexed his bicep. "I hope you don't mind."

Hunter winked, took off his tank top and threw it in the Jeep. I climbed in beside him without removing my shirt. When we were on the highway, I glanced at him. The wind was blowing through his full beard. Dappled sunlight caught flecks of gold, his beard shimmered. I was admiring his muscular arms and chest as my eyes travelled down to his tight gut, and the bulge in his shorts.

Maybe Jeffrey was right. I did have a type when it came to men and Hunter was dead center in the bullseye. Just a glance at him caused a rush of endorphins. I was caught up in a moment which his voice interrupted. "We're going to have fun, Clutch," Hunter said as he put his hand on my thigh. "Just wait `til you meet Duncan. He has a surprise for me. I wonder if it will match the surprise, we have for him."

"How do you know he'll be up for it. Or what if I'm not his type, or he's not mine?"

"I saw how you were playing with my fur, Bud. Oh, he's your type. And if you don't hit it off, we have the boat, a lake full of fish, and Dunc's a big gamer. We won't be fuckin' all the time, Bud. Unless of course you want that."

"Hunter, I'm just looking forward to a week with nothing scheduled. I want to be spontaneous and if that means just sitting around doing nothing, fine. Tell me more about Duncan."

"I've known him for well over a decade. We've owned our cabin for as long as I remember. Dad built it in the 70s and we'd spend most of the summer weekends there. Dad bought the land when property was cheap, so we have a lot of lake frontage. The next lot was owned by Duncan's family, and he started to visit. We became great friends. He's shorter than me, a real furball, and he wears swim trunks about two sizes too small. Then one night that second summer, we were enjoying a late-night swim, and decided to ditch the trunks. You can guess what happened."

"Something like what we did the other night?"

"Mostly just kissing and sucking dick. Look at me, I'm yelling `bout kissing and sucking dick."

I had to laugh. Hunter had raised his voice to be heard over the sound of the wind and the road. I felt my heart skip as he told the story, blushing while relating how he and Duncan explored their sexuality. "Over the years we got a little careless and dad caught us. `I don't want to see that,' dad told us. My dad was a man of few words, and I knew when I fucked up. We cooled it for a bit after that. But... that reminds me, Duncan has a hot butt too, a lot like yours, Clutch."

"So - you found a way to play with Duncan without your dad knowing?"

"Dad liked Duncan. He probably knew we were still fucking, but..." I saw Hunter choke up. "The last time Dad was at the cabin he said to Duncan, `Take care of my boy, son.'"

I reached over and caressed his thigh. I could tell he was holding back tears. I couldn't believe how fast I was feeling affection for this man and again I questioned how it would impact my marriage to Linda.

Hunter's silence continued until we turned towards his lake property. He pointed to the important landmarks I needed to know in case I was driving alone. After his tutorial, I suggested that I could just drop a pin on my phone's app and let GPS take me here the next time.

"I guess I'm my dad's son after all," Hunter said with a smile. "Look, Duncan must be here, that's his truck." Hunter pulled his Jeep alongside a truck that looked familiar to me, then honked his horn. "Remember, Duncan doesn't know you are coming along, we gotta be quiet."

"I'm around the side with your surprise," Duncan yelled. I liked his deep voice and started to conjure an image of him. Short, stocky, furry, deep voice and a nice ass. I wondered what Gay animal type Jeffrey would classify him as. I seem to remember him calling someone a Pocket Bear, maybe that was it.

As we rounded the corner of Hunter's A-frame cabin, I saw a privacy fence which looked new. "Fuck, look at that," Hunter whispered. "That must be the surprise." We followed the fence to a gate. I quietly opened it to reveal Duncan's naked body lying face-down on a wooden bench made of new lumber. "Fuck," Hunter whispered.

"That's the plan," Duncan answered, his voice deep and yearning. Hunter nudged me to enter. I stepped up to the deck and walked towards Duncan. His thick body was glistening with sweat in the midday sun. I straddled him and began massaging his wide shoulders. The summer sweat dampened the fur on his shoulders as I kneaded his muscles to the nape of his thick neck.

Duncan shivered, raised his ass, and adjusted his dick so it pointed down between his thick thighs. "Fuckin' hot, bro," Duncan continued to groan appreciatively as I massaged him down toward his furry butt. The small of his back proved to be a real turn on to me. I could feel my dick leaking into my packed jock. I may have taken our prank a little too far as I ground my package against the crack of his ass.

"Rim me bro. I just showered, so chow down," Duncan said.

"Maybe we should be introduced first," I said.

Duncan nearly knocked me on my butt as he jumped up. "What the fuck, Bro. Who the fuck are you?"

Hunter joined us, laughing. "Bro, this is my friend, Collin, he is my surprise. Collin, meet Duncan."

Duncan shook my hand and pulled me into a bro-hug. "Well, this is awkward," he whispered. "I'm naked and hard..." he said.

"And I'm not complaining." I replied. Duncan smiled at my compliment. He wasn't handsome, but he exuded a natural masculinity that I was drawn to. I saw his intense brown eyes and wondered how he broke his thick nose. His broad smile was framed by a wavy, dense beard. My eyes continued their tour down the front of his naked body the same way that my hands had done earlier on his back.

At about 5'7" the tour was a quick, but enjoyable one. I was slightly jealous of the fur that covered his chest, it was thicker than mine. I envisioned myself, post-sex, napping, using his pecs as pillows. His round, ball-gut, with its sweat-matted fur, bounced slightly as he moved. Then there was his dick, his thick, stubby torpedo shaped dick and two oversized balls.

"Hot, isn't he?" Hunter whispered into my ear. I nodded.

"So..." Duncan said. "We've met each other formally, and my butt is still freshly showered." Duncan got on his hands and knees on the bench then looked back at us. "Hunter, lock the gate. Collin, get naked and have at it."

My shorts were off in seconds, but I kept my jock. I kneeled behind Duncan and held each cheek, slowly spread them, then leaned forward, inhaling his musk, teasing him with my goatee. Though the small of his back was hairless, the fur swirled on his butt. I tongued his left cheek, tasting the sweat that mingled with the fur. I then licked the length of his ass-crack. I then dragged my nose along his crack, inhaling the spit-enhanced man-musk and the lingering scent of soap.

"Oh fuck, bro," Duncan groaned when I pulled his meaty butt cheeks apart and nibbled and licked at his hole. He raised his butt slightly, I licked further down to his taint, then his balls, then back up to his hole. His appreciative moans drove me, as my tongue loosened his sphincter.

"This is so fuckin' hot," Hunter said. I had almost forgotten that he was there, but the hand on my shoulder reminded me of his presence. "Can I join in?" I scooted to the side to give him the okay.

Hunter took over, rimming Duncan aggressively. "Oh fuck, that's it, bro. Eat my hole," Duncan half-shouted. I heard boats out on the lake, and worried that we were too noisy. I walked to the front of the bench and pulled Duncan's face to my jock clad dick. He tongued the length of my hard dick, then using one hand, yanked the waist band down. I stroked out a large amount of precum and then streaked it across his hungry tongue.

"Eat it, bro." Hunter's low voice urged Duncan on. "I knew you'd like my surprise. Just wait `til you rim him. Clutch takes tongue and dick like a pro."

Duncan let go of my dick then looked up. "Clutch huh? I finally meet your fantasy man. And you say he likes to get rimmed and fucked?"

Duncan jumped to his feet. "Your turn, bro. I want a piece of the ass that turned our boy here, gay. How do you want to start?"

I laid back on the bench, my legs straddling it for a few seconds before I pulled them up. "Oh, fuck, Clutch," Duncan said. "I'm gonna eat me some daddy butt."

I watched between my thighs as Duncan slowly lifted them higher, then stroked his precum coated knob along my crack. He lowered his face to my butt, inhaled, and began licking, stroking, nibbling, and fingering my butt and hole. He didn't linger on any aspect of the rimjob, his technique was random but effective. I was pumping out precum which he'd either slurp down, or scoop up and apply to my hole, before going back to rimming.

He lifted his head. His beard was unruly, sloppy with spit. His intense eyes caught mine as he lifted my legs to his furry shoulders. He gave me a questioning look, I nodded approval. He lifted my legs higher, then I felt him place his blunt knob against my hole. He threw his head back, his eyes closed as he slowly entered me.

"Oh fuck," I heard Duncan and Hunter say in unison when Duncan bottomed out. From the get-go I knew it wouldn't be a slow and easy fuck. I was ready for his animalistic rutting. Duncan was snarling and growling as he sawed his dick into my butt. Hunter stroked, caressed, and encouraged us, going from man to man, getting close to the action.

"Show him the other reason we call you Clutch, Clutch," Hunter said. I used my butt muscles to clamp down on Duncan's thick dick. I could tell Duncan liked how my hole gripped his dick, and I loved how his dick, wider at the base, opened my butt completely on every thrust.

Duncan slowed the thrusts to lean back and watch as fucked me. He nodded for Hunter to get closer. "See how his butt opens for me, bro. That's how it looks when I fuck you." Duncan let Hunter watch, then pulled him in for a kiss. After a brief and gentle interlude, Duncan began slamming into me. I could no longer time my clutches to his thrusts. Duncan didn't need the extra friction as he lifted my legs one last time, then unloaded in my ass.

An exhausted Duncan pulled out quickly, almost too quickly. He then dropped my legs and slid his body up against mine as he kissed me. "Great meeting you, Clutch," he said in an almost whisper. "Are you ready for round two?"

Weakly I nodded. I wasn't sure if I was or not, but something felt freeing. It wasn't just a guy tapping my ass, it was me tapping into a side of me that I needed to explore. Duncan kissed me again, then turned to Hunter. "Your turn," he said. "I left enough cum for lube bro. It should be smooth sailing."

Hunter's scowl returned. "On your knees, Clutch. But first put this on, I want to fuck that jock-butt of yours."

I pulled the jock on, but then yanked my dick and balls out of the pouch before getting into position on the bench. Hunter licked my crack quickly, then placed his dick against my hole. Duncan was right, my ass was well-lubed by his cum, and Hunter's dick slid slowly in on one stroke.

Duncan stood in front as Hunter began his thrusts. He teased me, rubbing his dick and balls, then his gut across my face. I steadied myself with one hand on the bench, then grabbed Duncan's ample butt to pull him close. I licked through the fur on Duncan's ball-gut. Duncan leaned forward and massaged my shoulders and back while Hunter fucked me.

"It's so pretty watching that dick fucking your hole, bro. We might have our boy here beat in girth, but he's got us by at least an inch in length. Show him how long your dick is, bud," Duncan said. Hunter responded by slowly stroking out, leaving just the knob, then quickly thrusting back in. On one of the strokes, Hunter pulled out completely. "Look at that dick glisten, bro. That's my cum, but Clutch needs more.

Hunter responded by grabbing my butt, then plunging his dick back in, balls deep. Duncan began kissing Hunter, who was fucking me deeply. Hunter's thrusts grew erratic as they kissed, I knew he was close. "Oh fuck, bro" Hunter said between thrusts. Duncan grabbed Hunter by the neck, kissed him long and deeply as Hunter came in my ass.

I was out of it for a few moments before Duncan and Hunter pulled me off the bench. Though I was aware of everything that happened, I was slightly disoriented. Duncan and Hunter were nonchalant walking around the deck naked as Duncan pointed out the details of his surprise for Hunter. The nudity wasn't as freeing for me, and I started to pull on my shorts.

"Bro, no need to do that," Duncan said. "Besides, we might as well shower before you guys unpack and put the boat in the lake."

The shower time was frisky. I discovered that Duncan had a thing for my chest, much like I had for his, and our difference in height meant he didn't have to bend to play with my nipples, while Hunter washed his broad back. We dried in the afternoon sun, then pulled on shoes to unload the Jeep. Then after we donned shorts, Hunter expertly backed the Jeep and boat down a side access to the lake and Duncan and I fired it up, took a tour up to his lake home, then back to Hunter's where he pulled up to the dock.

From the lake, Hunter's A-frame cabin looked modest, compared to many newer homes that dotted the lake. I noticed the long undeveloped stretch of shoreline between their two places, and how natural landscaping had created a privacy screen for much of the property. As we got closer to the cabin, Duncan ditched his shorts. I saw the ease again as he walked naked, though I wasn't comfortable enough yet to join him.

Hunter gave me a quick tour of his place. Its small kitchen and large open living room took up half of the main floor. A small bedroom and bathroom were in the back, with stairs leading up to a large loft. Hunter, usually a man of few words, was talkative as he boasted about each detail his dad built into the home. "He bought this land during the 70s during the Energy Crisis. At first, he'd just camp up here. Then he met my mom, built her a cabin in 79, and I came along in 1981.

He stopped for a moment to look at a group of pictures on a sofa table. "Excuse me guys. I just realized this is my first time back here since pop died."

"C'mon," Duncan whispered. "Let's give him some space. Meet you out front."

Outside I parked my butt on one of the three chairs on the front deck. Duncan joined me and handed me a beer. "To my new friend," Duncan said, then took a gulp. "Though you two really surprised me. I guess I shouldn't have just been there ready for anyone to walk in, what if it was someone else?"

"I get ya," I said. "But you took at all pretty well, and I guess in my way, I did too." I blushed, though I'm not sure Duncan noticed. "Duncan, you're only the second guy ever to fuck me. Before last Thursday I never even thought of being fucked. Now..."

Again, I blushed. Duncan was absentmindedly playing with his dick. "That explains how tight you were. How about rimming, new to that too?"

"Damn, Dunc. I don't know how to say this, but." I held up my hand. "See this ring? I'm married, to a woman that is. And I love pussy, but if you asked me right now, I'd rather suck dick and eat ass then lick pussy. And I like to eat pussy."

"Well, we have the dick sucking and butt munching in common. I tried fucking women, well, one woman, and it's just not me bro. Hunter has never even tried with a woman. He said his first crush, this guy called Clutch, made him know he was 100% gay. Bro, in Hunter's mind you're legendary."

I rolled my eyes, Duncan noticed. "Some legend," I said. "I'm me, average at best. And I hope I'm not infringing on what you were planning to do this week." From Duncan's sigh I knew I had. "Listen, if I am in the way, I'll find a way to make myself scarce if needed. If you give me the keys I'll go stay at your place, anything so you can have your time with him."

"No, we're good, bro. It's just that I had another surprise for Hunter. I'll figure it out. And," he looked at me. "Clutch... uh, never mind. I don't think you'd understand. Listen, I might need your help and I might take you up on your offer later this week, but I gotta work through some things. But right now, I'd rather get a buzz with my new friend. Now, if I only could convince him to get naked..."

I lifted my ass off the seat and shucked my shorts down. "There, is that good for you?"

"You know, all these years I hated your tall, athletic handsome self because you were everything I never would be for Hunter. And now, I meet you and I should hate you more, because you are even hotter than Hunter described you, and you are a nice guy too." Duncan shook his head. "I can't help but like you bro."

"Likewise," I said, putting my hand on his knee. I took the last swig of beer. "Now about that buzz you were talking about. I'm good with a buzz, just don't get me drunk."

"Listen, I want a clear head this week too. Like I said, I might need some space to figure things out. However, I might as well have some fun in between."

Duncan rose. I watched him enter the cabin. His powerful walk caused his butt to shake with each step. I thought of his last words, that he might need some space to figure things out. I knew that I too needed space and had a lot to figure out in the week.

Thinking of Linda, I grabbed my phone and texted her.

"Hey Babe. At the lake. You'd like it here."

"Great, you caught me at a good time. We are in between shifts. I think I'm coming home earlier than I thought. I can't wait to get back and, you know."

I took a quick selfie. Her text had an immediate impact on my dick, and the sweat covering my naked body gave me a glow. I looked at the picture and thought, "Hey, I'd tap that."

I sent a hasty text.

"Are you in a private place? If so, incoming"

After her thumbs up, I sent the selfie and texted:

"Thinking of you."

"Fuck, are you outside naked?"

"And, are you sure you are thinking of me and not your fuck buddy?"

"100% you. And maybe the lake, and it being private enough that I'm out here getting sun on my balls. God I'm horny Linda. Babe, we need to find a rental and spend a week at the lake."

"Well, you need some sun block on those big balls. I heard that sunlight on balls helps produce testosterone. And if you are gonna fuck men, and me too, you are gonna need all you can get. LOL."

Just moments before I questioned how I would deal with being married to a woman, while discovering my need for sex with men. After a series of texts, I felt like I was closer to having the answer. What Linda and I have is not perfect, but it worked for us.

Moments after I put down my phone, Duncan and Hunter joined me, one with a second beer, the other with sunscreen.

Duncan threw the sunscreen to me. "You don't want to fry those balls, bro. We have plans for them later."

"We?" I asked.

"Yeah, the bed in the loft is big enough for the three of us," Hunter said. "I call middle."

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