Previously: Pete and Nick spend an extraordinary sex-packed weekend together. But things are never as they quite seem and Pete is about to get the surprise of a lifetime.
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Chapter 16
I wasn't dreaming. As I dozed off to sleep the night before with Nick in my arms, I gave him one last squeeze to assure myself this was real; Nick was mine, already asleep in my arms. I woke up with him in the exact same position. I hadn't dreamt it, I hadn't imagined it, Nick hadn't crept out in the middle of the night. This was real.
Following our Friday night dinner our and subsequent mother-of-all-fucks, we had an equally competitive and romantic weekend. Every minute was filled with something, and every night took us both to another level of sexual fulfillment. Friday night I filled him with my cum and then milked him dry and we slept on the couch where we had had sex for the night. Our initial encounter meant the world to me and I didn't want it to be over. Saturday was our mini-triathlon followed by a sexy afternoon at Nick's pool followed by a nonstop fuck-a-thon. Sunday was CrossFit, a dinner out followed by me allowing Nick to sexually dominate me. And damn, that kid was imaginative. He fucked me on the terrace, looking out into the darkness, until I shot my load onto the innocent bystanders below. What he didn't know (and never will) was that I fucked Pook that exact same way several years ago. I carried him in from the cold outdoors to my bed, and here we are, with him asleep in my arms.
But today was the last day of the three-day weekend, and tomorrow we'd have to face reality. Were the last few days just a great weekend that we'll remember fondly, or did it mean something more? I'm a hopeless romantic, but to me it meant more, much more than an erotic 72 hours. Nick was beyond special. And I believed he felt the same.
I gently stroked his hair as I watched him soundly sleep on my chest. I'll never know if he was truly asleep, or just silently enjoying my affection. It didn't really matter though. My feelings for him were so profound I couldn't help myself from squeezing him every few minutes. The inevitable happened when one of my squeezes appeared to wake him. He knew immediately where he was--nestled in my arms---and seemed at peace with that. He slowly looked up at me and pushed himself up to meet my lips with his. After a long, slow kiss, he pulled back, and with watery eyes, said, "Good morning, Daddy."
I couldn't help myself from responding with a bone-crunching bear hug, "Good morning sexy boy," I said in a whispered roar. And instinctively, I pulled his lips up to mine for a second extended good-morning kiss. After non-stop sex for the last 72 hours, I think it went without saying we'd simply lie in each other's arms and enjoy the moment. And as much as I relished the earthshaking sex we'd had, I equally enjoyed him resting against me with his long, sexy legs wrapped around mt body, with no expectations except to savor the moment.
We laid there together for probably close to an hour. Me, lightly stroking his hair, shoulders, and back. Nick, burrowing into me as if he were trying to climb into my skin. For the umpteenth time this weekend, I wanted time to stop.
However, nature called and we both desperately needed to pee. What a shitty way to spoil the mood. But it was what it was. I gave him one final squeeze and had to admit, "He sexy boy, this daddy's bladder is about to explode."
"You're not alone, Daddy," he quickly replied, and we both hopped out of bed and raced to the toilet. Like a couple of adolescent boys, we peed together into the toilet and had sword fights with our streams. We got so carried away, it was pure luck we didn't end up turning to pee all over each other, but we got close.
We got done and I once again assessed this beautiful young man standing next to me. His athleticism oozed out of every pore of his skin, but his humility and good nature was even more pronounced. He was killing me.
I didn't have a drop of semen left in my balls, but I couldn't help myself. I turned to him, grabbed his wonderfully soft cock with one hand and pulled his face to mine with the other and kissed him passionately. He responded with equal passion, but we both knew our balls were dry (especially mine). We kissed affectionally and hugged like there was no tomorrow because we didn't know if there was one; tomorrow we both had to re-enter real life. We didn't know and hadn't begun to discuss what would happen after this weekend. But neither of us wanted to be the first to release the embrace we were locked in. Finally, we had to acknowledge we couldn't stand in the bathroom, nude, making out, so I lovingly pushed him away and said, "let's get going stud, we have one more day together."
We jumped in the shower, and continued our affectionate fondling. We soaped each other and made sure we were squeaky clean. We splashed, kissed, and scrubbed each other but still, our cocks needed a rest.
At breakfast I finally raised the topic. I started delicately with, "What does your upcoming week look like?" He sighed and responded he had an early flight tomorrow to a client in Denver and wouldn't be back until Thursday. And his days were packed for the rest of the week. As if reading my disappointment, he quickly added that he was free the following weekend, including an agency party Saturday where I'd know some of the people.
I scored on two fronts. First, he signaled he was up for more; that he wanted to see me the following weekend. And second, was he asking me to be his Plus 1 at the party? It sure sounded like it to me.
I tried to play it cool, but needed clarification on the party, so I asked, "Are you asking me to join you at the party Saturday night?"
He reached across the table, grabbed my hand with his, and answered, "I am, if you'd like to come with me".
"Hell, yes Nick, I'd be honored."
He leaned across the table and gave me the warmest hug possible. That small and seemingly insignificant exchange answered the questions that had badgered me all night..."What comes next?"
I was a hit at the party and the following weekend with Nick was even more life-changing than this one. And the weekend after that...and after that...and after that. Soon Nick and I were inseparable in the best possible way and for all the right reasons.
I kept him focused and at the top of his game. He kept my worldview youthful. We both were each other's biggest cheerleaders and motivators in our athletic endeavors. And the sex was FUCKING AMAZING. Every weekend we spent together we'd one-up ourselves in new positions, new locations, new kink, new everything. I was back to what I did best, being the dominating daddy, and he loved being my submissive boy. In fact, I sensed him going through a bit of what I had with Jack and Charles. His career was incredibly demanding; he had to be in charge and totally on his game 24/7 when working. But when he came home to me, he became my pet to do with whatever I pleased with him. What pleased me pleased him, because he knew it pleased me.
Over the months together, the level of kink slowly began to elevate. Not weird, fetishy shit, but he'd love it when I'd restrain him and edge him mercilessly. Or massage his prostate endlessly when he was tied up and couldn't move. Or use a ball stretcher on him. Or a Hitachi magic wand. And I was a master at administering tit clamps. They can hurt like hell if not done property, but if done well (start at the lowest tightness and pinch on the muscle around the tit, not the tip of the tit) they are incredibly arousing. The first time I pulled them out he had a look of horror on his face, but I assured him I wouldn't hurt him. I think he was shocked how good they felt. In fact, he begged me repeatedly to dial up the pressure and use them more often. And the tit clamp episode went a long way in establishing trust between us.
Weeks turned into months and before long, Nick had essentially moved into my place. On the rare nights he couldn't spend with me (nearly always due to travel), I'd wake up and long for him because we we'd still sleep completely in each other's arms. No matter how warm it was, he'd burrow into my chest and wrap those long, sexy legs around me so I could feel his cock pressed into me all night long. And often I would just lay there, marveling that this handsome young man was mine. All mine.
Our routines were set...his work, my commitments, which were largely board work and consulting, our training, he for an upcoming Ironman and me for the CrossFit Games, our busy social lives centered largely around our mutual friends in the Dallas marketing community, and, yes, our marathon sex lives. I was amazed at how inventive we remained in this arena.
We had settled into a wonderful life together. And then this happened...
It was a typical Monday morning after another lovely, sex-filled weekend. I had kissed Nick goodbye as he left for the office and was getting ready myself for an appointment. My phone buzzed with a message, and I picked it and saw a message from Pook. Pook, my younger partner from nearly a decade ago. Pook, an earlier version of Nick.
Pook and I had split amicably. He had a career opportunity on the West Coast at the same time my Dallas opportunity emerged. We both needed to do what we needed to do. Pook ultimately found a terrific older guy there (like Nick, he was into daddies) and had since married, but we stayed in touch, largely on social media. We hadn't talked or communicated directly in a couple years, so hearing from him was a bit jarring. The text read...
Hey Pete, hope you're well. Haven't talked in too long. Would like to rectify that. I'll be in Dallas for a conference the last week of August and was wondering if you're around that weekend, which is Labor Day weekend. Would love to catch up and meet that sexy young man of yours I've seen with you on IG. Let me know. Love, Pook
I stared at the message for quite a while as my mind covered lots of territory. It would be great to see him, but would it be awkward for Nick? Everything with Nick was beyond perfect; I didn't want to compromise what we had. But on the other hand, our relationship should easily be able to withstand Pook. We had parted amicably, and Pook should be no threat at all. But isn't it just human nature to be threatened? From what I'd seen on social media, Pook was sexier than ever. Men tend to get better looking as we get older, and Pook was taking excellent care of himself (frankly, he was more handsome now than he was when we were together). But, shit, NICK is the sexiest man alive, I can't imagine Pook would be a threat. But I'd shared a lot with Nick about my relationship with Pook, largely to convey that I was capable of a long term relationship and to let Nick know he measured up--even surpassed--Pook in my estimation.
My brain continued to ricochet back and forth among all the iterations of this dilemma. But it was only a dilemma if I made it one. Nick was a grownup, and this was not going to be an issue. So I decided not to return Pook's text until I'd had an opportunity to discuss it with Nick tonight at dinner.
I have to admit though, my curiosity was piqued. Other than casual social media, I hadn't heard from Pook in a couple years. And here he was...out of the blue.
The day flew by and my boy came home to me, like any other evening. I greeted him with a warm hug and a warning that daddy was particularly horny that night...that he better be ready for some of daddy's warm cock. And like every other time this had happened, he nuzzled into me and challenged me to fuck him harder than I ever had before. This boy had it going.
But before we got there, over dinner, I, as casually as I could, brought up the text from Pook. "Hey, guess who I heard from today, out of the blue?" I offered.
"Who's that, Pete?" my sexy boy responded.
"You're not gonna believe this, but it was Pook", and without giving him a chance to respond, I added, "Yeah...he's going to be in Dallas and would love to swing by and say hi. And he mentioned he'd love to meet you. He's seen you on social media and was impressed" I said reassuringly.
"Wow", Nick responded, very genuinely..."When? I'd love to meet the legendary Pook", he smiled.
I explained he was in Dallas for a conference and gave him the dates and indicated that Pook wanted to see us over Labor Day weekend, not knowing exactly how long he was expecting to stay.
Thankfully, Nick rose to the occasion, "Well, he's gotta stay here with us for the weekend. I'd love to meet him and spend time with him. Knowing how special he was to you, maybe he can fill me in on some of your kinky secrets", he said, only half kiddingly.
I brushed off the last comment, but asked him seriously, "Are you ok with him here for a weekend? I'd be ok either way. Your call entirely."
"Hell yeah, Daddy! I'd love to meet the famous Pook. Bring him on!"
I decided it was best to leave it there and take him at his word. I knew there really wasn't any underlying jealousy or concern, but I didn't want to push it. So I moved to the next topic: I was horny as hell and my boy was going to take care of that. After a long day at work of absorbing pressures and being in charge, he loved it when, once home, his Daddy told him what he was going to do, especially if it involved taking his Daddy's cock up his hole. It was win/win.
Like so many evenings before (and to come), I took my sexy young boy by the hand and led him into the bedroom. "Strip" I ordered, and he happily complied.
"On my back? Or stomach, sir?" he asked.
"On your back" I purred. "You're so damn cute, I want to stare into your eyes while I fuck you".
"Thank you, Daddy," he replied. "That's what I was hoping for."
The fuck that evening was extraordinary. Pook was in the back of both of our minds, and we both wanted to prove to the other that he was irrelevant. Nick begged for me to fuck him harder and deeper than I ever had. And likewise, I wanted to prove my love for him by doing just that. It ended with the screams of passion that could've gotten us arrested. I was dripping sweat on my sexy boy as I looked down on him after I'd cum, and, without thinking about it, asked, "Who loves you boy?"
"You do Daddy. You do".
"You're damn right I do. And don't forget it."
Once the question of whether Pook was a realistic threat was settled, Nick threw himself into welcoming him and making sure we had a great weekend planned for him. I texted Pook to tell him we'd love to host him for the weekend and included Nick on the text chain to introduce them to each other. Nick enthusiastically conveyed in the text chain how welcomed Pook would be and before long, he and Pook seemed to become fast friends planning the weekend. I had been demoted from "Daddy" to "dad" as they jointly planned the events for our time together.
Interestingly, one morning over breakfast, Nick received a text that he grabbed uncharacteristically quickly once seeing the sender. I caught just a glimpse of the screen and it looked like it was from Pook. I thought it odd that they'd be texting each other outside the chain of the three of us but didn't give it much thought. That happened a couple more times before Pook arrived...texts from Pook leading to Nick grabbing the phone quickly. It was curious, but I didn't give it much thought.
One time, after a text exchange apparently between the two of them, Nick left his phone, face up, on the table and I caught myself glancing at the text chain. I wouldn't allow myself to literally read the chain but a few phrases jumped off the screen to me from the texts, including, "We'll be in charge", "...sometimes he loves to submit", ..."sweet revenge", and , "Don't worry, he'll LOVE it."
`Love WHAT?' I thought to myself. But I heard Nick's footsteps and quickly looked away. I had read the words so briefly they were scrambled in my brain and I couldn't make sense of them. I didn't realize at the time how much sense they'd make after the weekend.
It was Friday morning of the day Pook was scheduled to arrive. He had conferences all day and agreed with us that he'd Uber over to our place around 5. I'd made reservations at another place Nick and I loved with great food and vibe, and close enough to walk to.
Like clockwork, Nick texted from below for us to buzz him in around 5. We had wine and apps ready and dinner reservations for 7:30. When Pook arrived at our door I, of course, went to greet him. I opened the door and there he stood, seemingly taller and even more handsome than the last time I'd seen him. We naturally embraced in a bro-guy type of way but there was no denying the energy that previously existed between us. Our embrace and greeting was brief however, because Pook, with his inimitable good sense, made a beeline to Nick to meet him.
"Here's the guy I really came to see" Pook announced. I've seen so many pics of you, I wanted to meet the guy who finally landed Pete. Then turning to me, he added cheekily, "Damn, Daddy, you got one sexy boy here...", and gave Nick another hug around the shoulders.
"You're damn right I do", I said as I walked to Nick to give him a meaningful embrace. "And he's stuck with me", I kidded. "We both scored", Nick added quietly and gave me a gently hug back.
Looking to change the subject, I took charge (like I always do). "Here's the plan Pook. Dinner at 7:30 at one of Nick's and my favorited restaurants, just a short walk from here. I bet you want to get cleaned up so let me show you your room and take as long as you'd like. Shower and towels all waiting for you. We have whatever you'd like to drink and some apps waiting for you when you're ready."
I showed him to his room and closed the door behind him. Nick was waiting eagerly for us to be alone and he didn't waste a minute: "Holy crap Pete, that guy is gorgeous. Why did you let him go?"
"Wait a minute, champ", I asserted. "We were done; you know that. And we're still done. You are THE ONLY ONE FOR ME!"
"I know, believe me, I know", he smiled. "But holy shit, he's hot!"
"Well, if I know anything about Pook, he's texting his husband right now saying the same thing about you", I responded.
"He better damn well be", laughed Nick and he came in for a long, tender kiss that felt just right.
Nick and I fixed a drink for ourselves and set the apps out for when Pook reappeared. It didn't take long before he joined us, clearly refreshed. After pouring him a glass of wine, he immediately toasted us with the following, "Thank you both for welcoming me for the weekend. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to reconnecting with you, Pete", looking at me, and turning his head to Nick, "and getting to know the one man who's even more handsome than me better".
The toast took us both for a loop, but I think it was well intentioned. He was in a happy marriage himself and wanted the best for the two of us. We finished our wine and apps and headed to dinner, which reminded me a lot of my first dinner with Nick, with Charles and Jack on the sidelines. The three of us had an immediate connection. Yes, there were memories, and Pook and Nick clearly had me in common, but there was a camaraderie that went beyond the obvious. It was like the three of us had known each other our whole lives. I was particularly pleased with how well Nick and Pook were hitting it off. That would be a natural source of concern, but those two seemed to share some kind of secret language. There were jokes they seemed to share and intimations that I had no idea what they were talking about. I was just happy they felt so comfortable with each other that I didn't dwell on it. I'd be surprised later, however....
Dinner wound down after plenty of wine; it was good that none of us were driving. The walk home was slow and steady and I made a point of holding Nick's hand throughout. At one point, I could've sworn I saw Pook brush against Nick's ass followed by an exchanged glance and a giggle, but I thought it must've been my imagination. I had to have imagined it.
We made our way back to the condo and it was around 10PM, which is still early if you're the age of the two youngsters I was accompanying. I offered the three of us another glass of wine and as I was pouring it, Pook excused himself to the bedroom and Nick stepped out to the terrace. Leaning against the railing and facing into the condo, he motioned to me. As I approached, he pulled me into an embrace for an exceptionally long, sensual kiss.
"Wow", I exclaimed. "I'd love more of where that came from, but we have a guest to entertain."
Just as I finished those words I felt a presence behind me and the hot breath of Pook's familiar voice in my ear, "And how, exactly, do you intend to entertain me?" the voice asked. Before I could process what I heard, he was pressed fully into my back, with his arms wrapped around the two of us. It was obviously Pook behind me and given Nick's lack of surprise, he was somehow in on this.
"Should we tell him?" Pook stretched his head around mine to ask Nick. My mind went into overdrive. WTF was happening?
Nick nodded his head behind mine, and Pook said to me in a low, sexy voice, "Nick and I have been talking. Pete, you're Nick's daddy now, and were mine for many years. I loved it then and Nick loves it now. But we talked and think we both have some...catching up to do with you....daddy." As he said that, I could feel his hardening cock push into my asscrack through my pants.
Stunned, I looked at Nick, half to say `is this for real?' and half to make sure he was ok with this.
The look on my face must've said everything, because Nick nodded and said, "Yes Daddy. Pook is here for the weekend, and like he said, the two of us have a lot of catching up to do with you. It's going to be a...busy...weekend".
I closed my eyes and let whatever it was that was coming rush over me. Nick pulled my face to his to resume the kiss that Pook had just interrupted. At the same time, Pook tightened his arms around the three of us, and began to softly kiss the crook of my neck up into my ears, and added, "I hope you're ready...daddy."