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Friendship with Gregg
Back in the 1980s, guys in my large southern city used to congregate at the bars to socialize and to hook up. Sometimes the evening went by and going home alone was the only option. Other times, a "quickie" was a possibility. Rarer was a hook-up that resulted in a long-time friendship.
I had been at the bar for an hour or so. I wasn't in the mood to dance, so I just grabbed a drink and walked around, checking out the sights, ogling an occasional hottie, wondering if this would be "one of those nights." I stopped back by the bar for a refresh and another guy standing there introduced himself. "Hi. I'm Robert," he said. I said hello back. Robert was tall and thin, with dark hair, and several years younger than my 30-ish self. "We've been watching you for a while and thought we'd say hello." (I was wondering `who is the we?'). He stepped back and introduced me to his sidekick, Gregg. Gregg was shorter than Robert with sandy brown hair. Gregg reached out his hand and shook mine warmly. He initiated a conversation, asking about me and filling in some information about himself. We chatted cordially for several minutes as we both sipped our drinks. "Can I buy you another one?" Gregg asked. "Sure. One more, then I have to stop for the evening." We both chuckled. Robert stood behind Gregg, more an observer than a participant in the conversation. "You sure are handsome," Gregg said to me. "Thanks," I replied. "Do you ever have much luck here at the bar?" he asked me. "Occasionally I'll find someone who is in the mood to party," I replied. "But I don't worry about it."
"What do you like to do?" Gregg asked me. "Do you mean sexually?" I asked in reply as I took another sip of my drink. "Yeah," he said. "Well, I'm pretty vanilla, which is why I don't worry too much about whether or not I meet someone here," I explained. "If I don't leave the bar with someone, I simply go home and do to myself what I would have done with them." Gregg smiled and nodded. "Yeah," he said. "Guys are experienced with that." "That's why it is fun to do it with someone else," I said. "You get the chance to provide pleasure in a familiar way." We both chuckled. "Do you live near here?" Gregg asked me. "Not too far," I replied matter-of-factly. "Would it be okay if we went there for a while and did what we both like to do?" He grinned a mischievous grin as he asked that. "Ummm, I guess," I replied, scanning him up and down. "Do you have a car?" I asked. "Robert and I came here together," Gregg replied. "Do you mind if he comes with us so I can get a ride home afterward?" I looked over at Robert, who was grinning a sexy grin, and replied "Sure." "I'll ride with you and Robert will follow in his car, so be sure to go slow enough that he can follow." The three of us left the bar and walked out into the parking lot. Luckily, Robert was parked one row over from me, so following as we left the parking lot wouldn't be a hassle. Gregg and I got into my car and started the short journey to my place. We hadn't gone a block before Gregg reached over and began groping me through my jeans. I popped an immediate boner. "Mmmmmm," he said. "I can't wait to get that out and play with it." He continued to rub the length of my cock through my jeans. He took his other hand and reached up and grabbed my right arm, pulling it to his own crotch. I felt his throbbing cock inside his pants. "And I want you to play with this, too," he said. We continued feeling each other for the few minutes it took to get to my place.
When we went inside, I invited Gregg and Robert to sit on the couch and asked if either of them wanted something to drink. "No," Gregg said. "We've got more important things to do." We all grinned. "Do you mind if we go into your bedroom so we can get more comfortable?" Gregg asked. I kind of looked awkwardly at Robert, who at no time had been mentioned as part of this escapade. "And do you mind if Robert comes in there with us?" Gregg asked, reading my mind. "He likes to watch." That caused my half-hard cock to immediately swell up and throb. "Let's go," I said, leading them to my bedroom.
The lights were already low in the room as Gregg sat on the side of the bed and Robert sat in the chair next to it. "Come over here," Gregg said to me. I walked over and stood in front of him. He undid my belt, unzipped my zipper and opened my jeans, pulling them down as he did so. My cock swelled inside my boxers as he reached up and squeezed it through the cloth before pulling my boxers down. "Yeahhhh," he moaned softly. "Sit on the bed next to me," he instructed. I did. Then he stood up in front of me. I repeated what he had done to me, undoing his pants and pushing them down to access his hard, pulsing cock. I stroked it several times as he thrust into my hand. Then he sat down next to me on the bed, his pants around his ankles just like mine were. He reached over and grabbed my cock and started stroking it. "Yours is so thick," he said admirably. "I love touching it." I savored the feeling for a moment before reaching over and doing the same to him. "You are really hard," I said to him. "Yeah, I like doing this."
We continued to feel and stroke each other. I kind of forgot that Robert was sitting in the chair not far from us. As I looked over at him, he had his pants unzipped and his cock sticking out as he beat his meat while watching us. Gregg and I continued to masturbate each other, relishing the feeling from someone else's hand. "Do you want me to cum?" Gregg asked. "Sure I do," I replied. "I'm going to make a mess if you do," he said with a grin. "Go right ahead," I replied. I continued to stroke Gregg's cock, increasing the speed as his body began to tense up. "Robert, come over here and help," Gregg said unexpectedly. Robert stood up, his hard cock still protruding from his jeans, and walked over to the bed, getting on his knees in front of Gregg. I kind of expected that Gregg liked two hands on his cock when he came, but his request was to avoid the mess he had talked about. While Robert watched me continue to stroke Gregg's rock-hard cock, Gregg began to moan and thrust his body. "Now, Robert," he almost shouted. Robert leaned over and took the head of Gregg's cock in his mouth as I felt his cock swell and then pulse as he came. Robert kept his mouth on it until Gregg's orgasm was complete.
"Your turn," Gregg said as he began stroking me again in earnest. It felt so good! Gregg certainly knew what he was doing! He speeded up his hand motions, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. My moans grew more guttural as I got closer. Then as my own body tensed up, Gregg once again said "Now, Robert." Robert leaned over my crotch and slipped my cock into his mouth just as I blasted out a load of hot cum. He swallowed it all, cleaning off my cock while remaining aware of its post-cum sensitivity. Then he sat back down in the chair, his hard cock still sticking out of his pants.
"Wow," I said. "Yeah," replied Gregg. "That was hot! I hope we can do it again sometime." "I hope so, too," I said. Gregg turned his attention to Robert. "Robert, you can finish up now." With his eyes glazed over, Robert began to stroke his own cock even faster, squirming in the chair as he beat off. His hips lifted up off the seat of the chair as he blasted a load about two feet into the air! It fell all over the front of his shirt and his jeans. "Yeahhhhh," said Gregg. "I bet that felt good." Robert just collapsed in the chair as he regained his composure. He was covered in cum.
Gregg stood up and pulled his pants up, tucking his still-swollen cock back into his pants. "That's what we like to do," Gregg said. "Though Robert doesn't always need to be there. It just seemed to make sense tonight." He smiled at me and I smiled back. "Robert, we need to head out," Gregg said. Robert began to tuck himself back together as I stood and pulled up my pants.
"Let's do this again soon," Gregg said, reaching down and groping me again through my jeans.
I walked them to the front door, and they left, Gregg smiling and Robert still covered in his own cum.
Gregg and I got together many times after that. Those chapters will follow!