Clutch Chapter 3
CLUTCH
Part 3
Origins
By Bix Meister
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Clutch
Part 3
Origins
The previous Saturday, thousands of runners were on a route that hugged the shore of Lake Superior striving for their personal best, or to possibly just finish. That type of running never appealed to me. I started running to get in shape, but it quickly became a way to lose myself in thought.
Last night Hunter, Duncan and I played a little, but it wasn't as intense as our midday fucking out on the deck. I think we were all exhausted and enjoyed what turned out to be a quiet, loving, intimate night of sensual touch. We fell asleep spooning each other, Hunter in the middle.
I woke earlier than the other two. They were cuddling, I knew they needed space. I made a simple breakfast, then suggested I needed a run while they fished. Duncan gave me keys to his place in case I needed a place to rest along the way. The gravel road to his place meandered, making the run longer than it would have been if I had cut through the woods.
The solitude helped me clarify things. The closeness I felt with Duncan and Hunter last night was as natural as my relationship with Linda. However, I sensed that there was something unsaid between them, a connection that neither would verbalize. Also, Duncan was holding out on something. There were a few times last night that I thought he would spill his guts, but he always held back.
At the half-way point, I ducked into Duncan's house. It seemed larger than it looked from the lake. Immediately I felt right at home, it was like the house that Jeffrey grew up in. I knew right away where the kitchen was. Sure enough, there were the same oak cabinets, and mauve countertops that I remember from my youth. I sat at the oak kitchen table to rest and noticed a pamphlet and business card from a local realtor.
Maybe that was Duncan's news, he or his family was selling off the house. Maybe that is what he couldn't put into words. I left his place more confused than I did when I went in. The run home did little to help my situation.
The last hundred yards or so it started to sprinkle. After the heat of the last few days, the cooling rain was welcomed. I forgot for a moment that the guys were out on the lake, then it began to downpour. Soon, the boat pulled into the dock, where Hunter tied it down, before they sprinted up to the house.
As expected, Hunter and Duncan stripped out of their wet clothes, I joined them naked at the kitchen table. "Aww fuck I left the cooler of fish on the boat," Duncan said before running down to the dock to retrieve it. Hunter and I watched from the window, laughing at our naked friend.
"Damn, what a sexy, funny, fucker," I said.
"I know, right?" Hunter said. "There are times when..."
Duncan burst through the door, interrupting Hunter's thoughts. "I'm making fish tacos tonight. Who's in charge of lunch?" Duncan said once he caught his breath.
"I brought salads and cold cuts from the deli. Why don't we keep it simple?" I said.
"Sounds good to me, bro," Duncan said. "Hey, you should see the big one I caught." And I'm not talking about what's hanging between Hunter's legs." Duncan opened the cooler on the kitchen table and showed me the three walleye they caught. "Mine's the big one of the three. And that's true only of the fish."
"But you make up for the length with the width, Dunc," Hunter replied. "And your bait is so tempting, you get the big ones, bro. Remember that time when we went skinny dipping?"
"Oh, you mean that first time, when first the fish, then you were nibbling on my dick. How could I forget that?"
"Wait, I've heard about the skinny dipping, and you two playing around after it, but you said a fish nibbled on his dick?"
"It's all about the bait," Duncan said. "Hunter freaked out when the fish started going after his dick. He jumped on the dock fast. In the moonlight, I took the bait and finished what the fish started."
Hunter went to the fridge and got a water. "It's the only fish my dick has ever been near," Hunter said. "Oops, sorry, Clutch, I forgot you married a woman, no disrespect to her."
"What can I say, I like fish, and beef," I looked at Duncan when I said beef. "Think of it as surf and turf. I guess I just like some meat more than I expected." I said, laughing.
Hunter joined us. "I've told you about my first time with a man. Hell, Duncan was there. I gotta say he was better than I expected. He had me cumming in minutes, while it took me a bit longer to suck out my first load. I knew right then that I was Gay. Clutch, your turn, tell Duncan about the first time you sucked dick."
"Ummm, how do I start?" I thought for a moment before continuing. "Linda and I have an open relationship. I mean we have a few rules, but the main ones are easy to follow. I don't fuck with friends of hers, and I don't do anything at home. So, Duncan, for the most part what I got at home was enough. However, sometimes when I was away for business, I'd find myself at adult bookstores, or find a glory hole from an online source and I would dump my load down someone's throat."
"Oooh, that's fucking hot," Duncan said. "Your wife must really trust you."
"Probably more than I expected. For a while, boys, I justified the glory holes by pretending that there was a woman on the other side, but I was lying to myself. Especially when the dicks started to come through from the other side. Frequently I'd jerk them for a bit, and they'd either cum, or get frustrated and move on. Damn, again I realize that Jeffrey was right, I am a cock-tease."
"Well, back to the story. Linda and I were out of town on a road trip when she saw a sign for an adult bookstore and she was driving, I didn't know why she was pulling off the freeway, until she entered the parking lot. `Don't question anything,' Linda said. `Just follow my lead.'"
"I followed her inside; she led me into the backroom where she looked for the right booth. She found one with a glory hole and sat in the chair. Soon, the door of the next booth opened and closed. We both looked at the man who entered the next booth. He looked like a trucker. His flannel shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing a furry chest. He sat and kneaded the crotch of his packed jeans. We both watched him as his mound grew, and then he unzipped and pulled out a meaty dick. Duncan, it was like your girth, but almost the length of Hunter's bait, as you put it."
"Fuckin' hot, Bro, continue," Duncan said.
He stepped up to the hole, stuck that beauty right through it. Linda sucked it for a bit. She's as good at blow jobs as any man I know, well close to you Duncan. The guy enjoyed it, and I thought that is what I was there to do, watch Linda give pleasure to another man. But she pulled off and said, `Your turn.'"
I noticed my friends stroking their dicks, so I continued my story. "I got on my knees and said, `Give it to me, buddy.' `Wait, there's a man in there too? Can I come on over?' the man said from the other booth. My wife said `Yes.'"
"He barely had stuffed his dick back into his jeans before he tapped on our door. `Take it out, Collin,' Linda commanded. I unzipped him and pulled down his jeans before licking the length of his thick dick and sucking in the knob. `Oh, fuck, buddy, that's good,' he said as he began to unbutton his flannel shirt. I felt his tight stomach as I sucked the length of his dick."
"I didn't know what was coming over me. I had a dick in my mouth, I was rubbing the fur of another man, and I had my dick out, stroking it, all while my wife watched me. Linda could tell the guy was getting into it. `Fill my husband's mouth,' she said. `Your husband,' the guy said. `Fuck,' he said, then held my head as he came. He then pulled me to standing and went down to his knees. `I love your fuckin' big balls' he said, then began to blow me."
"Let me tell you guys, I shot off almost immediately. I was shaking as he swallowed my cum. He stood and went in for a kiss, but it didn't feel right. I whispered in his ear, `Fucking hot, buddy.' It was awkward as we dressed, but he slipped a business card in my pocket without Linda seeing it. That was a few years back, and with Covid etc. I haven't contacted him, though I added him as a contact on my phone."
"And here I thought your story was just that you sucked a guy at a glory hole. The rest of it, fuck, I wish it would have been me and not Linda to watch that," Hunter said.
"I dunno, it's hot hearing about her watching you suck dick," Duncan said.
"Yeah, but I was shaking as we left. Something about it was a rush. I was running on adrenalin. We weren't far from the hotel where we were going to spend the night, and we barely got into the room when she started to kiss and disrobe me. `I can still taste his cum, babe,' Linda said. `Got another load for me?' Somehow, I had another load for her."
"After yesterday I believe it, bro," Duncan said. "It reminds me of the first guy I really hooked up with. Even before you, Hunter. I haven't told you this story and I can't believe I am telling it now." He looked at Hunter. "Do you trust me?"
After Hunter nodded, Duncan relayed his story. "I've told you I tried the straight thing, but women did nothing for me. Then, when I was 20, I was heading north to the family lake place, and I checked out an online board where men hook up for sex. I found out there was a sauna in Duluth that had a downstairs place where men met and played. Like Clutch, I was running on adrenalin when I pulled into the parking lot, and that continued while I paid admission, then undressed downstairs. There was a guy in the sauna, a real butch older guy, mid to late thirties, with a crew cut and hairy chest. Damn his muscles were tight for someone his age."
"He was sitting a few feet away, playing with his dick openly, while my dick was tenting my towel."
"Wait, he was the naked one, and you were the one hiding your dick? Now I've heard everything," Hunter said.
"Well, not everything. Anyway, his uncut dick was nice and firm. He pulled back his foreskin, stroked up some precum, then rubbed it over his knob. He knew he had my attention, he did it again and said, `Wanna taste, buddy?' I was between his legs in a flash and giving my first blow job. Like your trucker, Clutch, I started to stroke through the fur on his gut and chest. His dick was about like Hunter's, but uncut. I loved pushing the foreskin back, then plunging down on his dick where it hit my throat."
"In minutes he was pulling me off his dick, it was too hot in the sauna, he led me to a private room. We put our towels on the end table, then started to 69 each other. After a while he stuck a finger in my ass, but I wasn't ready for what I guessed was coming next. `I don't fuck, buddy.' I said and went back to sucking him."
"I sucked a load out of him and dumped one down his throat. We didn't talk much after we were done, but we shared a shower to clean up, and said goodbye. I left from there and went straight to the lake house. The rest of the summer, that was my routine. I'd leave the Cities early on Friday, stop at the sauna, and hook up with whoever was my type, but I never ran into him."
"I don't understand why you had to ask for Hunter's trust with that story. I mean most guys have a sex life before they find a good friend," I said.
"One week I went up to the lake house on Thursday. I saw a truck at your cabin, I thought I'd check it out. There was a guy sitting out front, sunning himself, I introduced myself. I recognized him, but he didn't recognize me. It was the guy from the sauna." Duncan inhaled before continuing. "Hunter, before you jump to conclusions, it wasn't your father, though he looked like him."
Duncan continued with his story. "I slyly said, `Great to see you again,' he responded with a blank stare. `Sorry I don't remember you, son,' he said. I got between his knees. `Maybe you don't recognize me with my clothes on, I remember you.' He had on loose shorts, I pulled them down and sucked his dick. I looked up in his eyes, `Remember me now?' I winked then sucked his dick down again."
"Yeah, the guy who didn't want to be fucked, but this is fine. Unless your mind has changed," the guy replied.
"I sucked him down and shook my ass hoping that would answer his question. He pulled me up to my feet, then led me inside. It didn't take him long before he had me on the couch over there, ass up, and his dick was inside me."
"Wait, you're telling me my uncle fucked you?" Hunter said. I know I said I trusted you, but, this isn't what I expected, though is it wrong to think that I find it... well look at my throbbing dick."
"I didn't know it was your uncle until a few days later when I came over again. He pulled me aside and told me that no one must know about the two of us fucking. This went on for a year, until I got the nerve to skinny dip with you, and we know how that ended."
"I always got the feeling that dad didn't approve of Uncle Jim, probably for the same reason he didn't approve of me."
"Why do you say he didn't approve of you?" I asked.
"Because he had a cocksucker for a son, just like his brother was. I'll always remember his words, `I don't want to see that.' They still hurt me."
"That could mean he wanted you to keep that stuff private. I don't know of any parents that want to see their offspring doing something sexual. I mean if my son came out to me, I'd be okay with it, but it doesn't mean I'd want to see his Only Fans account," I said.
"Do you want to see Uncle Jim's Only Fans account?" Duncan said.
"DUDE," Hunter shouted. "You can't be serious."
"Just jokin', bro," Duncan said. Beside why would I pay for access for hot pictures, when I have a guy like you?"
I rose from the table. "This talk has gotten me horny and hungry. Why don't I get lunch ready?" While I set up the table, Duncan went to the side deck where he cleaned and fileted the walleye.
Hunter was quiet. I wanted to get to the bottom of it. "How are ya doin'?" I asked.
"It's not every day you find out that I guy you really like, fucked around with an uncle."
"Does it really matter what he did before you two started playing? You don't seem so upset that we all played yesterday."
"But you aren't my uncle, and – well – I just found out that my uncle likes men too. It does answer a few questions, however. And, well I know you won't judge, because what you and your wife has is not nor..."
"Were you going to say normal? Hunter, I don't know what's normal anymore. I know people who have preached about sins, then find out they've been doing things far worse than consensual sex between adults. Tell me Hunter, did your Uncle Jim ever do anything with or to you?"
"Oh, hell no," Hunter said. I always looked up to him and he and I have a great relationship. He was dad's youngest brother, and such a stud at sports, much like you. I love him and I know he loves me. I think you could call him my hero."
"That's what it is. Your hero and your best friend, both adults I might add, played. In the scheme of things, that's benign. And, like you said, who am I to judge, what Linda and I have works for us."
"I guess, I just hope I find something like that," Hunter said.
"Isn't it possible you've already found that?" I asked. "I mean, the guy outside fileting the fish is quite special."
"I don't know, it just seems like I'm in the friend zone."
In my short time getting to know Hunter I could tell he was hurting, but still needed space. I left him there but reminded him that if he wanted to talk, I was available.
After our mid-morning discussion, we were all talked out, we quietly ate lunch. The storm returned in the afternoon, so we took Duncan's Ram down to his place for the sauna. You might guess that our talk from earlier would fuel a heated orgy in the sauna, but though we were intimate, we didn't go much further than kissing and gentle touch. By the time we were over-heated, the weather had cleared. I decided to run home while they took the Ram.
Duncan pointed out a path that I could take that connected the two properties. The serenity I found running through the trees cleared my head. I realized that my two friends, Duncan and Hunter had a strong connection, but neither could see it. Maybe I was there to help them see it.
After the fish tacos and a few beers, we built a fire in the pit on the beach. I had talked enough before lunch, this time I listened. I could understand why each one had apprehensions about their relationship. Though they were cuddling, naked on the beach in front of a fire, Duncan kept calling Hunter, Bro. Hunter didn't help the situation by constantly bringing up his uncle. When he said, "I can't believe that Uncle Jim's a slut," was a line too far.
"Jim's still a stud, bro especially for a guy his age. He's the one that helped me work on the deck and fence, bro. I, I mean, WE do that for you, and I haven't heard a thank you. Sometimes, bro, I just don't know why I have a thing for you."
It got quiet after the last line; I think the fire stopped crackling and the waves stopped lapping at the shore.
Duncan was pissed, and tried to push himself away, but Hunter held him tighter. "A thing for me?" Hunter said softly.
It was telling that Hunter focused on a simple term of endearment and glossed over the deck and fence that Duncan and Uncle Jim had built for him. But whatever the catalyst was, it caused them to face the lack of communication that was jeopardizing their relationship.
"It's great to hear that, isn't it, Hunter?" I said. "I still remember the first time Linda called me babe. To this day, that one word can make my day. It's like a warm hug from my mom, or the way my dad ends our calls with `Love you, Clutch.'"
"Clutch, My dad is the type to throw money my way, instead of love," Duncan said. "For the longest time I did the opposite of what he wanted. He was convinced that I should take over his construction company, but I was better at computers. We finally found common ground in the last few years as I worked on his company's computer systems. I think that begrudging acceptance is as close as I'll ever get to him saying he loves me."
"Me too," Hunter added. "You're lucky Clutch. I don't know that I ever heard my dad say he loves me."
"Your dad was a hardline Marine; it wasn't his style to say he loved you. But you know he did, bro. He showed you that all the time." Duncan said.
"How did he do that?" I asked.
"He showed his love by doing things for you, Hunter. This place, and the boat are the big examples. But it was the day in and day out things. Hunter, you paid it back by taking care of him in the last years of his life. I can tell you that I never heard either of you use the word love, but I always felt it in your actions.
"Is that why you helped me redo the house after dad died?" Hunter said.
"Well, I know that your dad tried to keep the house like it was while your mom was alive. It was his way to preserve her memories. You're lucky your uncle convinced you to move on, to restart your life, especially with everything going on in the world right now."
"Dad was a bit of a packrat, wasn't he," Hunter laughed. Fuck, I owe you and Uncle Jim a huge apology. Working nights, while trying to redo a home isn't easy, but you guys made it happen."
Things clicked for me. "Wait, that explains the dumpster that was outside your house last year, and why Duncan's truck looks familiar. Listen, I think you guys need your space tonight. I'll take the couch."
They objected at first, but I knew what I needed to do. I left them on the beach, while I walked up to the house. I grabbed my backpack and set up my bed on the pull-out sofa. Then plugged in my phone to charge.
After a quick goodnight text to Linda, I laid on the pull-out and went to my contacts. It was more than 2 years since I had met him at the glory hole, but I remembered his name, Travis.
"Going out on a limb here, and I doubt you'd remember me. We met a couple years ago at an ABS on I-94 in Wisconsin. Afterwards you gave me your card."
A few minutes later I got a reply.
"There's been a few I've done that with. I might need a few more clues."
"I was there with my wife."
Then I sent him the naked selfie from the day before.
"Bud, how can I forget that, or your big balls. I always wanted a pair like that."
"You want my balls when you got that big ole dick? I guess the grass is always greener."
"I guess, so, why are you contacting me now?"
"Well, Travis, the name is Collin by the way, well, how do I say this, other than just saying it. I've been thinking about you and how much fun we had, and if you're ever up my way on your route..."
"Up which way, Collin?"
"I forget we don't know much about each other. I live near Duluth, Minnesota."
"Duluth? One of our favorite amateur adult performers lives in that neck of the woods. And when I say our, I got married in the last year. Incoming."
Though the truck cab was dark, it was easy to see that Travis's husband was equally handsome, maybe even more so.
"Meet Clayton. We don't play, but we have talked about making it up to the Twin Ports for the annual Pride festivities on Labor Day weekend.
"You'd like him, he's got big balls and a nice ass, just like you."
"Oh nice, maybe we can meet up for dinner or drinks. Us big balled nice ass guys gotta stick together. LOL"
"He's more than just the sum of his good parts. I really love him. I can't put it in words. But you know how people have chemistry?"
"Yeah"
"Well, meeting him was more than that. It's like my chemistry changed, my whole being changed. It happened before the pandemic. I don't know if I could have made it through the last two years without him. We now drive together.
"He looks happy from that picture."
"He approves of you too. I hope you don't mind that I showed him your picture. The story of the hot guy and his wife has inspired many a session for us. So, I got a question. Is the wife still in the picture? I mean does she know you are texting random guys?"
"She's fine with it, especially when she's out west fighting forest fires."
"When the wife's away, it's time to play?"
Travis sent a short video of him shaking his head.
"Not sure I understand everything, but good on the two of you, if it works. Listen, I really like the idea of meeting you when we come up for Pride. But in the meantime, you should really check out SGT Jamison. He's a hot muscular furball from your neck of the woods. Chat at ya later. We're pulling into our next stop."
Intrigued by Travis's suggestion, I searched for SGT Jamison online. I was hit by numerous nude or semi-nude photos. One stood out, so I enlarged it. He was standing by a cabin, wearing loose shorts that barely concealed a hardon. This was more than a coincidence, it was Hunter's cabin, and the SGT had the familial look. I jumped out of bed, to look at the pictures clustered on the table. There was one of Hunter's dad and his dad's younger brother taken in the very same spot. SGT Jamison was Uncle Jim. SGT Jamison was also the man in the video that I watched a few days earlier.
I discovered that Duncan wasn't joking when he mentioned Jim's Only Fan's account. I found his page quickly, and realized he had tens of thousands of subscribers. I don't know what that meant in terms of revenue, but it looked lucrative to me. And Jim, AKA SGT Jamison appeared worthy of it. He was testosterone personified. I found some videos I could watch, without paying, and the pure gravel in his voice had me throwing a rod in seconds and shooting off not soon after. I had barely scooped up and ate my cum and put down my phone when Duncan and Hunter entered.
They nudged me to see if I was asleep. At first, I feigned sleep, but they persisted. "Clutch, we've talked it out. We're good if you want to join us."
"Naw, I'm comfy. Enjoy each other and think of me," I said before turning on my side.
"Okay, get your rest. Oh, by the way, Uncle Jim texted me and he is coming up tomorrow."
I heard them ascend the stairs, and I don't know if they left the door open on purpose, but I heard them enjoying each other. However, it wasn't the sound of them fucking that kept me up, it was the prospect of meeting Uncle Jim.
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