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"No, Cory, no. Those two would drive me insane. I will take anyone else but Gregg and Gavin Fletcher."
"Come on Monty, you're my last hope. If I don't find a host for them today, they will have to go back to England, and who knows when they will be let back into the country. This pandemic could go on for months..."
"Exactly, months. I could be stuck with them for months. Why don't you and Linda take them in?"
"You know why. We just had a baby, and it's hard enough getting any sleep now, plus we are turning the guest room into a home office for Linda just in case her law office is shut down. Even if you won't do it for Linda and me, do it for your nephew."
"Fuck you Cory. It's not fair to play the uncle card. I told Linda not to marry you. I warned her that you would keep her barefoot and pregnant."
"Are you kidding me? We've been married for eleven years and this is our first kid."
"Hey, is it my fault you have a short penis and low sperm count."
"Great," Cory said, "I'll bring them by this afternoon."
"Wait a doggone minute, I didn't say I would take the English hooligans."
"Sure you did. Whenever you know you've lost an argument, you start the cheap shots about someone's genitalia."
Monty Harrison and Cory Gilbert both laughed. They had been best friends since their college days at Denver University. They met on the first day of soccer practice and soon became inseparable buddies and second semester the became roommates. Monty invited Cory to join him and his family at their cabin in Vale over Spring Break. It was then that Cory and Linda, Monty's sister, met and began a relationship that led to marriage four years later. Monty was Cory's Best Man.
Cory was also the first person Monty told he was gay. The night of his sophomore Monty finally decided to come out, he was a total wreck. Cory knew something was bothering his friend. "We're bothers." Cory said. "I have never been as tight with anyone as I am with you. So, whatever is bothering you, tell me. I won't judge you and I won't turn my back on you."
Monty had a coming out speech all planned out, but he couldn't hold it in and just blurted out, "I'm gay." Then he started sobbing. Cory put an arm around him and just held him while a lifetime of emotions poured out. However, as important as Cory's support was that night, what was truly meaningful was that Cory's behavior didn't change. Cory continued to undress and walk to the show naked, they would still wrestle, talk about life, and joke about sex, like they had before. Monty asked Cory if already knew, and Cory said, "No. However, I wasn't surprised, but I didn't know. I always figured you'd tell me if you needed to."
After college, Linda was accepted into Yale law school, and she and Cory moved back East. Monty stayed in Denver and got a job teaching high school English and coaching soccer in the Cherry Creek Schools. He taught for three years, before his first novel was printed. The first novel wasn't a big hit, but it was enough that he could quit teaching, and focus on writing the second. Monty's second novel, "Virtue of the Victorious" reached number one on the best seller's list and established him as a serious novelist.
After law school, Linda clerked for Ruth Bader Ginsberg. All the time, Linda was in law school and in Washington D.C, Cory worked as a personal trainer, soccer official, and coach. Cory was friendly, patient, and knowledgeable; his clients and players loved him. When Linda was offered a position in a top Denver law firm, Cory smiled, packed his bags, and said, "let's go home." Cory and Linda had already decided that her career would take precedence, and he would pursue his career anywhere she ended up. They also decided Cory would be the primary caregiver when they started a family.
When Cory and Linda got back to Denver, Monty and Cory regularly had coffee at Einstein Bagels near the DU campus. One morning, their old soccer coach happened to see them and came over to talk.
"Well, look who we have here," Coach Decker said. "Monty Harrison and Cory Gilbert."
After a few minutes of chatting, Decker said, "Have you guys heard that we are losing Coach Unger? The University of Washington poached him. So we need a new men's soccer coach at DU. I'm on the search committee, and Cory, I was wondering if you would consider tossing your name in the hat."
"Coach," Cory said, "I don't have the credentials. My only coaching experience is with club teams and being an assistant for you for only one year while Linda finished her undergrad degree."
"True, but I think you have what it takes to be a good, maybe great coach. Plus, you had a great career here as a player. Most importantly, you will have the support of some important soccer alums."
"Oh," Cory said and looked at Monty.
Monty raised his hands and said, "Don't look at me. I think you would be a great coach, but I am a bit biased. However, I have no pull with the committee."
Coach Decker gave Monty a look that simply said, "BS." Then said, "U.S. Rep. Tom Everett is on the search committee. He played for me a few years before you guys, and he's a big DU soccer booster. It turns out that you coached his son's club soccer team when you were in D.C. You also helped his wife get back in shape after her cancer therapy. The family is real fans of yours, and his son is looking at DU. Also, Virginia Jeffers husband is a partner at your wife's law firm and has gotten to know you through the firm's social calendar. I'm not saying you are a shoo-in, but you are also not the long shot you think you are."
"I don't know what to say."
"Say you'll let me add you to the list of candidates," Decker said.
Cory looked at Monty, who gave him a nod; he then smiled and said, "Sure, what do I have to lose."
"Great!" Decker said, "Now I have to get to coffee and bagels for my men's group at the Methodist Church."
When Decker was gone, Cory looked at Monty and asked "What was that look Decker gave you all about?"
Monty looked a bit embarrassed and said, "I had just gotten an advance for my next three novels from the publisher when I received the annual fund-raising letter from the athletic department. I might have accidentally added two, three, zeros to my donation."
Six weeks after that "chance meeting" with Coach Decker, Cory was named the new head soccer coach of the DU Pioneers. As it turned out, Cory was the coach that Decker thought he would be and then more. Cory had a knack for recruiting, and his teams were a balance of local, national, and international players. The Fletcher twins were two recruits he found through connections in the Liverpool, England soccer clubs.
The Pioneers were coming off of a good season where they posted a record of 14-3-5, finished second in the Summit League regular season, won the postseason league tournament, and made it to the second round of the NCAA tournament before losing to Duke. However, Cory knew this was just the beginning of a great run if he could keep the team together. The Fletcher twins scoring animals and they were just freshmen. Add to that a defense in the top ten nationally, and the team was a powerhouse in the making.
Of course, Monty knew all of that, so there was no doubt he would help his best friend and brother-in-law keep his team together. Still, hosting Gregg and Gavin Fletcher was going to be like getting two puppies that weren't yet house trained.
It was just a bit after noon that Cory called saying they were on their way. He was bringing the boys and their luggage over from university housing. Monty agreed to meet them in the lobby of the Acoma Apartments. When they arrived, Cory reintroduced Monty and the twins. Although they had met several times at soccer games and events, Cory wanted to make sure the boys knew who Monty was.
"Okay you two woollybacks, this is my brother-in-law Monty Harrison. He's agreed to take you worthless numb nuts in, but if you piss him off, his sister has told me I'm sleeping in a cold bed. You don't want to see me when I haven't had sex for a week. You hear?"
Gregg and Gavin both smiled and nodded. Linda was the team's mother and all the boys adored her, so Cory was confident that if a problem occurred, he knew who to send in and put out the fire.
"I and Monty played soccer together at DU, we were roommates, he was my best man and is still my best friend, so I repeat don't you two fuck this up."
This time the boys nodded, but there was no smiling. They were beginning to understand how important Monty was to their coach.
Then Cory said to Monty. "This is Gregg and Gavin Fletcher. They are from St. Helens, which is somewhere in the boonies between Liverpool and Manchester. You can tell them apart because Gregg has blue eyes and Gavin has green eyes."
"So you're not identical twins?" Monty said, as he looked over the 6'3", slender, young men, with wheat straw colored hair for any other identifiable differences.
"Not really," Gregg said, "We are fraternal twins that look nearly identical."
"But, we have some identifiable difference," Gavin said. "Our eyes for example. Then there are those you can't see, like my cock is considerably bigger."
Gregg punched Gavin in the arm and said, "You will also find out that I am the honest one, and this thing is a congenital liar. If you're a Star Trek fan, I'm Data and he is Lore."
Monty laughed, "I see these two are double trouble. Is it too late to back out of taking them in?"
Now it was Cory's turn to laugh, "No way! You are stuck with them. Besides you owe me, I did let Linda name our son Montgomery."
"Montgomery is also Linda and my father's name, and it is his middle name. So you get no points for that." Then Monty said to the twins, "Let's get you added as residents of my apartment."
Cory gave Monty a hug and said, "I'll see you later bro." Then he turned to Gregg and Gavin and said, "I mean it." Then he walked out of the building.
Monty had given the manager of the Acoma the heads up that he might be getting some `roommates.' Angie was normally leery of spur of the moment add-ons, but she liked Monty. He'd given her a couple of autographed copies of his novels to give to her mother, who was a fan. Also, she didn't shy from name dropping when showing an apartment to a potential tenant.
It only took a few minutes of signing papers, listening to the building rules, and getting keycards before the three could head up to the apartment. In the elevator Monty asked, "Why did Cory call you guys Woollybacks?"
"Woollyback is what people from Liverpool proper call those of us who live in the surrounding villages. It goes back to when farmers would carry their wool on their backs to the mills in Liverpool," Gregg said.
Gavin added, "The term is similar in meaning to the American use of hicks or rednecks."
"Whew!" Monty said, "That's a relief. For a minute I thought you guys had some weird genetic defect. I was afraid I would constantly be unclogging drains and sweeping up back hair."
The boys broke into laughter.
It was just a short ride to the 6th floor. Once in the apartment, Monty said, "Let me give you the 50-cent tour." Monty opened the first door in the entryway and said, "This is the laundry. I expect you to use it. I don't want my apartment smelling like a dorm, or worse a locker room. The fitness room is on this floor, and I will show it to you later." Monty pointed to a basket beside the washer. "After a workout, I usually just strip off here and throw my sweaty clothes in the basket before going to take a shower. Oh, and there is absolutely no sitting on the furniture all sweaty and stinky."
Just then a small hound came running up and Monty picked him up, and said, "This is Teddy, he's a Basenji. Teddy, these are Gregg and Gavin, they are English Smart-asses." The boys laughed and both reached for Teddy. "Hold on there cowboys," Monty said, "Teddy is pretty particular about who he associates with." Monty then said to Teddy, "What do you think of these two?"
Teddy gave a little woof, and Monty said, "He says he's reserving judgment."
Then Monty asked Teddy, "Is it okay if they hold you?"
Again Teddy gave a little woof, and Monty said, "Teddy said he's okay with that. So to keep the peace we'll start the Teddy holding alphabetically." Gavin reached out his arms, and Teddy jumped into them.
"See he likes me," Gavin said.
"That's just because you smell like a bitch in heat," Gregg said.
The Gavin said to Teddy, "Don't you pay attention to that bitter little man. He's just upset because we both have cocks that are bigger than his."
"Let's just continue the tour before one of you gets mad and starts to cry or throws a punch," Monty said, trying to look stern.
"Yes daddy," the twins said in unison, then broke into laughter.
"Very funny..not!" Monty said.
At the end of a small hall was the apartment's common area: kitchen, dining, and living spaces. There was also a nook with a desk where Monty spent his mornings writing. His routine was to wake and shower at 6 a.m., eat breakfast, and write until noon. After lunch, Monty spent a couple of hours doing chores, shopping, etc. Then it was time to workout. Monty wondered how his routine, how his neat and orderly life, was about to change.
Next, Monty showed the twins to their bedroom. "I'm sorry this room only has a queen size bed. I can look into getting a couple of extra long twins." The guest bedroom also had an ensuite bath and a walk-in closet.
The 6th floor apartments were on the same level as the building's outdoor recreation spaces, and Monty's apartment looked out on the pool deck and outdoor kitchen. Gavin noticed people were using the pool deck for an exercise class. He asked, "Can they see us?"
"No," replied Monty, "the windows on this floor are one way. We can see out, but they can't see in. Although it takes some getting used to. The first time I walked into my bedroom naked after a shower and saw a yoga class full of women out there, I jumped back into the bathroom."
"I can see that will take some getting used to," Gregg said.
"This helps," Monty said, flipping a switch, and the window turned into frosted glass.
"Cool," the twins said at the same time.
"Let me show you the patio and deck," Monty said, and led the way back to the main room, and out a glass door into a fenced patio. "This is the private patio for this apartment. When it's a bit warmer, I like to have breakfast out here."
"Damn, you have a great view of the mountains," Gregg said.
"That's why I picked this apartment. There are larger apartments with more high end details, but there are only six apartments with these patios and this view. Let me show you the buildings outdoor amenities."
Monty unlocked a gate and they walked out onto the pool deck. The pool was decent size and when not crowded was good for lap swimming. To the South there was a great view of the Denver skyline, and an outdoor kitchen. Back North was the outdoor party terrace. Monty also pointed out a wall of windows and said that was the fitness center. On the other end of the terrace was a fire pit and another grill.
Back in the apartment, Monty said, "Well that was the 50-cent tour. What do you think?"
"This is unbelievable." Gavin said. "I've never seen such a great apartment, let alone gotten to stay in it."
"Yeah," said Gregg, "but where's your room."
"Oh, that's on the dollar tour." The twins smiled and each pulled out a dollar.
"Smart-asses," Monty said. "Okay, come on." Monty opened a door on the other side of the main room and when the boy stepped in all Monty heard was, "What the fuck?!"
Monty said, "Yep, it's pretty big."
"Big! It's fucking huge," Gavin said.
"It's called a Wyoming King. It's seven feet long and seven feet wide. When I first saw it in this room, I thought I had made a stupid decision, but I like it. Of course I sort of feel bad that you guys will have to share that queen bed, while I have this all to myself."
"Well, a good host would trade with us," Gavin said.
"Not in your life buddy boy, and before you ask, I'm not sharing either."
Gavin made a sad face and looked at Gregg and said, "I don't think daddy loves us."
Gregg then made a sad face and said, "Daddy is a meanie."
"Okay, you can cut out the daddy shit. I think it's time to set the house rules," Monty said.
Monty told Gregg and Gavin to sit down at the dining table and he grabbed a pad and a pen from the desk. Before he also sat down, Monty asked, "How old are you two?"
"Twenty" Gavin said, "We'll be twenty-one next month."
"Close enough," Monty said, "Do you want a beer?"
Both boys smiled and nodded. Monty grabbed three Coors from the fridge and handed the twins each one. Gregg looked at the bottle and said, "I thought you asked if we wanted a beer."
"Hey asshole, there will be no bad mouthing Coors under this roof. I know beer snobs turn their noses up, but my grandfather worked at Coors and I grew up drinking it. So you'd better just shut up, and drink up."
Gregg and Gavin looked like a deer caught in the headlights, and they began backtracking and apologizing. Then Monty started to laugh, and said, "That's what you two get for the daddy shit." When the twins realized that Monty was just pulling their chains, they let out a big sigh of relief and joined in the laughter.
"So what are the rules da..I mean...what do you want us to call you?" Gavin asked.
"Monty, will do just fine."
"Okay Monty, what are the rules?"
"I have to deliver a first draft of my next novel to my editor in six weeks. I usually write Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from seven in the morning until noon. Thursdays, I and Cory meet up for breakfast, and weekends are time off. However, if I'm behind or a good idea hits me, I'll write whenever. So, I expect that to be a quiet time."
"That sounds good," Gregg said. "We still have to finish up classes online, so I think we should work then as well." Gavin nodded in agreement.
"Then I'll go ahead and make breakfast for you guys also. That brings me to the next topic, meals. Like I said, I'll take care of breakfast, and I usually just have a sandwich, soup, or leftovers for lunch. However, I'm not cooking supper every night, so can you guys cook?"
Gavin smiled and said, "Yeah we can cook. Our family has owned a pub for three generations. You may have noticed that Gregg and I are a bit older than the typical college freshmen. Our father had cancer, and while he was going through chemo, mom stayed home to take care of him. So, we helped our older brother Gerald keep the pub going."
"Gerald ran the bar," Gregg said, "and Gavin and I traded off cooking and serving."
"So, how's your dad doing," Monty said with concern.
"Great," Gavin said, "He's in complete remission. He and mom are back at the pub helping Gerald. Their plan is to eventually turn the pub over to Gerald. Gregg and I have other plans."
"Well since you guys can cook, I am suggesting we create a schedule for cooking. It is tradition to have the main Sunday meal at noon, so I am suggesting rotating cooking Sunday through Thursday, Friday we order delivery or take out, and Saturday we sleep in and then make a big brunch. Then we'll just play the rest of the day by ear." The twins agreed.
Monty got up to grab another round of beers, and when he got back said, "Let's just get the elephant out of the room: expenses." The minute he said it, he noticed the twins lowered their eyes. Monty figured they didn't have a lot of cash, and would have even less without their on campus jobs. "This is the deal," Monty said, "I am covering the expenses, I won't accept any money from either of you, and the subject is closed. Are you clear on that?" The boys smiled and nodded. "I usually go grocery shopping Thursday afternoon. I keep a list of things to buy on the fridge door. If you need something for a meal you are planning, or there is some food you like, just add it to the list. Also if you need deodorant, toothpaste, condoms, jock itch cream, batteries for your vibrating cock rings, etc., just put them on the list as well."
Gregg and Gavin laughed at Monty's list of personal needs and the awkwardness over money was gone.
"Also, while we're on the subject of consumables. If you are hungry, feel free to eat anything you find in the kitchen, except what has been marked for use in a meal someone has planned. There is a can with a couple of hundred dollars in cash in the freezer door. If you need something for a meal that isn't in the pantry, there is a King Sooners and a Trader Joe's in walking distance, take some cash and go get it."
"You can also help yourself to whatever beer is in the apartment. However, ask before getting into the liquor or wine. I have some special bottles I am saving for special occasions. I reserve the right to change the alcohol rules if I feel the drinking is getting out of hand. This is not a frat house."
"The next rule is keeping the apartment clean. I have a housekeeping service that comes in on Wednesday afternoons. While they will dust, vacuum, and sanitize the place, they should not have to deal with disgusting shit like pissing around the toilet rather than in it, or cummy Kleenex tissues that didn't hit the waste basket." Monty had found the boys' inner middle schooler and they giggled every time he mentioned something sexual or gross.
"Finally, if a Denver team is playing, they take priority on the living room TV. If you want to watch Coronation Street or the Teletubbies you can do that on the TV in your room. So do you have any questions?
Gavin asked, "Can we use your wifi?"
"Yeah, I will get you the login information. Also, you can use the Alexa to play music or movies. Just don't put a bunch of crap on my account."
"What do you mean by `crap?' Gavin asked.
"Anything you would be embarrassed to sit down and watch with your mother or grandmother."
"Okay, but some of the stuff our mother watches would make a hooker blush," Gregg said with a chuckle.
"Anything else," Monty asked. Both boys shook their heads. "Okay, I am sure there will be issues that come up, so if any of us have a concern or problem, let's talk about it before it becomes an issue." Monty looked at his watch. "It's 3:30, this is when I usually do my workout. I am going to change into workout gear and then head over to the fitness center. You are welcome to join me and I'll show you the facilities."
Monty had been wearing an oversized sweatshirt and loose fitting jeans, so when he stepped out of his bedroom in his workout gear, Gregg and Gavin got their first real look at Monty's body.
"Fuck," Gavin said, "you are a stud." Monty smiled. He had intentionally put on skin tight, black, Under Armour, shorts and top. It was time the boys learned who was the Alpha in the house. Monty struck a pose and his biceps and pecs looked like they were going to bust out of shirt, and his legs were still as toned as when he played soccer everyday. In addition to hitting the gym, Monty loved physical activity. He swam and rode his bike a couple of times a week; during the Summer, he was an avid backpacker and rock climber; and during ski season, he was a regular on the slopes.
Monty also took the opportunity to check out his young guests. The twins had great legs. Their thighs and calves were large and well defined. It was obvious they had been playing competitive soccer their entire life. However, like many young soccer players, they hadn't really put in much time on their upper bodies. The boys were lean and their abs were tight, but their pecs, arms, and shoulders needed work. They were wearing shirts with deep arm holes. When Monty caught a glimpse of their chests, their nickel sized nipples looked like a melting pat of butter on a pancake.
The Acoma Fitness Center was also on the 6th floor and just down the hall. Monty gave the twins a quick tour of the facility and then started his workout: it was upper body day. After stretching, Monty liked to start with bench presses. He loaded the bar with weight and his usual workout partner came over to spot. After a bro hug, Monty got down on the bench and got busy.
Gavin had been watching Monty and after a couple of presses, Gavin whispered in Gregg's ear. Gregg looked at Monty and smiled. Gavin hadn't called his brother's attention to the muscles straining under the weight, but instead, to the nice size package between Monty's legs that was on full display. Gregg responded, "If that's what it looks like soft, then hard he's a fucking horse." Gavin nodded in agreement.
Monty was also watching Gregg and Gavin. They didn't seem to have any routine for their workout, and poor form was preventing them from getting maximum benefits from their workout. He'd have to do something about that.
Monty's workout partner, Jude Gooden, was from Jamaica by way of New York City. He ended up in Denver after being drafted by the Nuggets, unfortunately he didn't go beyond the practice squad before a knee injury ended his career. Jude had to figure out how he was going to make a living without basketball. Before his family left Jamaica, Jude's mother sold street food in Kingston and in New York she sold Jamaican Patties from a cart outside Union Station. Jude grew up helping her. So after his injury, he took the payout from his contract, borrowed from some friends, bought a food truck, and started Judoo's Jamaican Patties. Four years later, he had a loyal customer base and bought a second truck.
"So, how is the food truck business going," Monty asked.
"I hate to say it, but Covid is good for food trucks. I was about three months from applying for a loan to start a restaurant, but I am so glad I procrastinated on applying for that loan. Covid is killing restaurants."
"I stopped by your apartment last night, but you weren't home."
"Yeah, one of the food truck had a problem with its warmer table, so I spent three hours hunting down a part and fixing it. At least I have found a couple of restaurant chefs in need of work, so I hope to actually get some time off. This is the first day I have had off in ten days."
Monty lowered his voice and said, "I can't tonight, but I really need some big, black, Jamaican booty."
Jude pulled Monty close and whispered "I bet your tight, white, ass needs some Jamaican cock as well." Then Jude licked Monty's ear eliciting a low moan.
Monty had been hooking up with Jude since moving into the Acoma. In fact, the real reason Monty bought the Wyoming king bed was to accommodate Jude's 6'6" body.
"So, how long are the twin Twinkies staying with you?" Jude asked.
"I don't know. I guess until DU reopens it's dorms."
"Let me guess, your brother-in-law needed Uncle Monty to babysit a couple of his players."
"Yeah. Something like that."
"Well, I've got to get over to the commissary to prep and restock the trucks for tomorrow; also, we are trying to convert the catering business to delivery. I'll be back around 10:30 if you get the children tucked into bed and want some adult fun.
"I'll think about it."
Jude picked up his gear and headed back to his apartment, and Monty decided he needed to burn off some energy. He headed for the stationary bikes and found a simulation of the Alpine stage of the Tour de France then set the time for 30 minutes. When he was finished, Monty was soaking wet with sweat, and he knew he would be sore.
Monty found Gregg and Gavin, and said he was headed back to the apartment. They decided to go with him. Once the apartment door closed, Monty stripped off his workout clothes and threw them in the laundry. The boys got an opportunity to check out their host's body. Monty was just over six foot, but it was ripped, not bodybuilder ripped, but rugby player ripped. Monty's chest, legs, and ass had a moderate covering of hair. However, what was causing the twins' cocks to plump was Monty's low hanging balls and thick, cut cock.
Monty was aware the boys were checking him out, and he decided to throw gasoline on the fire. He started to casually scratch his balls, while asking whether they had any preferences for supper. The last thing on their mind was supper, unless Monty's cock was on the menu. Finally, Monty said, "I have some bratwurst in the fridge. I guess we can have that." Then he turned and headed for his bedroom.
When Monty's bedroom door closed, Gregg said, "Oh man, I need to jerk off so bad."
"Me too," Gavin said, and they stripped off their workout clothes and headed to their room with fresh material in their wank banks.
During supper, Monty asked, "Has anyone ever given you guys a weightlifting program?"
"No, not really," Gregg said. "Weight training for secondary school athletes isn't as big back home as it is here. It seems like every American athlete started lifting in high school regardless of their sport. However, the British National curriculum doesn't have those kinds of classes."
"Coach Cory was going to set us up on a weights program after the season, but then Covid happened," Gavin added.
"I think we can take care of that," Monty said. "I'll have Cory send over a weights program, and I can help you do the lifts correctly. If you don't do the lifts correctly, you can injure yourselves.
"That would be great," Gavin said.
"If you don't embarrass me, I might even introduce you guys to my workout partner, Jude."
"That hot guy you were lifting with this afternoon?" Gavin asked.
"Yeah, I guess he's hot," Monty said noncommittally.
"Take it from a gay guy, he's hot," Gavin said. Monty gave Gavin a funny look. Then Gavin said, "Wait, didn't Coach tell you that Gregg and I are gay?"
"I don't think he mentioned that."
"Does that bother you?" Gregg said.
"No, but I'll have to have a talk with Cory."
"Please Monty, don't be mad at Coach," Gavin said. "I'm sure it just slipped his mind."
"Well it seems like he's letting a lot of things slip his mind," Monty said sternly. Then he smiled and said, "Because he seems to have forgotten to mention to you guys that I am gay."
Gavin and Gregg suddenly looked like Cheshire cats.
After supper, Monty sat down at his computer and pulled up the latest correspondence from his editor to see what corrections she was suggesting. There were relatively few, and only took 30 minutes to okay and return. They were halfway through proofreading Monty's latest novel and would get it to the publishers a couple of weeks early. Monty was compulsive about deadlines and usually finished a book weeks before it was due. His publisher loved him for that because they could keep the presses running when some other author invariably missed the deadline.
He then checked his email, and responded to several that needed immediate attention. While he was dealing with email, the twins started watching TV, but drifted off to sleep. Monty suspected that the stress of the last week of uncertainty, the move, and the new accommodation had finally caught up with them.
Monty roused them, sent them to bed, and then straightened up the living room. He looked at his watch, and said, "Damn, only 10:15 and nothing to do." Before Covid, Monty would have been more than likely enjoying a beer with friends at one of the local bars. Finally he muttered, "Fuck it," and walked out of the apartment.
A few minutes later, Monty was standing in front of apartment 1011. He looked at the door for at least a minute before knocking. When the door opened, there was a tall, muscular, Jamaican, stud, wearing nothing but briefs and a smile. Monty pushed Jude back into the apartment, slammed the door, and locked lips with his Caribbean wet dream.
Soon, Jude was pulling Monty's shirt over his head and running fingers through the soft fur on his chest. Monty moaned when Jude pinched his nipples. Monty slipped a hand into Jude's briefs and grabbed hold of an 8-inch cock.
"What are we doing just standing in the entry," Jude said, and led Monty to his bed. They quickly shed the last of their clothes and fell onto the bed, two alpha males wrestling for sexual dominance. Eventually, Monty gained the advantage. Although Jude was much taller, Monty was stronger and had more skill as a wrestler. Jude lay on his stomach with an arm behind his back and Monty on top and in control. Monty leaned forward, and whispered in Judes ear, "Go on, say it."
Jude struggled, but was unable to free himself. "Go on, say it," Monty repeated.
Not long after they first hooked up, Monty and Jude had developed a little dominance ritual. The loser of what ever contest they engaged in acknowledged the dominance of the other by saying what Jude now grudgingly spoke, "I submit. What is your pleasure?"
"I need to be fucked. I need a slow, sensual fuck."
Jude smiled. Monty was incredibly competitive, and still had some hang ups about bottoming. Somehow, winning the wrestling challenge allowed Monty to intellectually reconcile that he sometimes wanted, no, needed to have Jude inside him.
Monty rolled off of Jude and face down onto the bed. The Jude reached into his nightstand and grabbed a bottle of Voodoo Oil, at least that's what he called it. Jude claimed it was a secret voodoo potion from Jamaica created to enhance sexual pleasure. Monty was skeptical about the origins of the lotion, but did love it when Jude used it as a massage oil. Jude's hands were magic, and he knew just how to work Monty's muscles in a way that was both relaxing an sexual.
"Ummm" Monty said, "If you ever get tired of making Jamaican Patties, you could open a massage parlor."
Jude leaned down and whispered in Monty's ear, "I only give the Caribbean Delight to a very exclusive club of men." Monty considered himself lucky to be in that club.
After working on Monty's legs and back, his hands increasingly focused on Monty's muscular buttocks. Eventually, Jude spread Monty's cheeks and slid a finger down to touch Monty's hole, which twitched in response. Jude smiled and then began to softly lick and probe the tight pink man pussy.
Jude was an intoxicating lover and Monty was lost in sexual bliss. Jude lowered himself onto Monty and began slowly gliding up and down on his back. Jude's chest was covered in coarse hairs and Monty loved the feel as Jude brushed against his shoulders. Monty also detected that Jude was leaving a trail of precum as his cock slid across his ass.
Finally, Jude asked, "Are you ready?"
"Oh yes. I am so ready."
Jude reached down and expertly directed his cock to Monty's hungry hole. Monty gasped when Jude entered him. As much as he wanted Jude inside him, the final act of surrender always seemed to take a Herculean act of will; however, once Jude's cock had breached his ass, all Monty wanted was for Jude to take him completely. Jude's cock was long, but not uncomfortably thick, and Jude sunk his shaft deeply into areas untouched by other men.
Jude was a master of self-control and still possessed the stamina of an elite athlete. In time, Jude pulled out, and rolled Monty onto his back, grabbed Monty's ankles and spread them wide in the air. Monty put his hands behind his head so Jude could admire his large biceps, great pecs, and deep, sweaty pits. The sight of both submission and power was arousing for Jude and he quickly slid back into Monty.
"Come on stud," Monty said, "I need to cum; make me cum." Jude responded with a deep hard thrust. "Yes, oh yes," Monty cried, "That's it. That's what I need." Monty arched his back up from the bed and began to cover his chest and abs with cum. It had been days since he had released and his load was extreme. Throughout Monty's orgasm, Jude continued to pound away, and when Monty's ass contracted in a f final orgasmic spasm, Jude's cock erupted and spewed warm cum deep into Monty's bowels.
After Jude came, Monty was quick to fall asleep. The change in his living arrangement, the excessive session on the stationary bike, and the mind blowing orgasm combined to put Monty into a deep slumber. It was 5:30 when Monty finally woke up. Jude was spooning him and had one arm protectively wrapped around Monty's chest. Jude must have pulled the blankets over them and the bed was warm and safe. Monty hated to get up, but he needed to get back to his own apartment.
As he started to get out of bed, Jude pulled him back and asked, "Where are you going."
"I need to get back to my apartment before the twins get out of bed?"
"Why? Are you ashamed of them knowing that you spent the night with a big black Jamaican stud."
Monty turned to face Jude and gave his a kiss, then said, "You know that isn't the reason."
"See, you don't want them to now you were fucked by a big black Jamaican cock."
"Stop it!" Monty said a bit hurt. "You know it has nothing to do with you being black. I am still getting used to being on the bottom. I know, I know, being on the bottom doesn't make me less of a man. But, as much as I know that intellectually, I still find it hard to accept that someone who has always considered himself to be an alpha in a relationship can be a bottom,...can enjoy being a bottom."
"Jude laughed, and said, "I get it. You don't want the boys to think you are a Nellie Queen. We all know there is still a masculine hierarchy in the gay community, and tops are still...well, they're still on top. Look babe, you've actually come a long way. When we first hooked up you couldn't even say you wanted to be fucked. I remember you would intentionally lose those stupid bets and games so I would claim your ass as my prize. Now you can actually say what you want."
Monty buried his face in Jude's chest and said, "Yeah, it was kinda of stupid to intentionally lose just to get fucked. Besides, who would ever believe you could beat me at darts."
"Why you arrogant asshole..." and Jude grabbed Monty's cock, "I can beat you at darts any day of the week and twice on Sundays."
Monty was ready then and there to challenge Jude to a game of darts to settle the argument, but Jude pulled on Monty's hardening dick a couple of times and Monty lost all interest in debating. Jude said, "Just to reassure yourself that you are still a real man, I think you'd better fuck my ass. Oh, and none of that gentle shit. A real man can give and take a pounding."
It wasn't long before Monty had his vanilla cock balls deep inside Jude's chocolate ass. Monty wasn't as long as Jude, but he was thick, very thick, and Jude loved being stretched. They started off laying on their sides, but soon Jude decided he wanted more and got up on all fours, and said, "Enough of this pussy-footing around. Mount me like a hound dog fucking his bitch." Monty gave Jude's ass a hard slap, squatted and drove his cock deep inside. Jude was in bottom paradise. He didn't share Monty's hangups about bottoming and he kept up a nasty stream of talk urging Monty to use him like a two-dollar whore.
Monty was sweating and his thighs were beginning to ache from the previous day's workout and now squat-fucking, so he rolled Jude onto his back, and resumed pounding him in missionary. Jude wrapped his legs around Monty's waist and pulled him down. Jude's long cock was trapped up against Monty's hard body and the stimulation was intense. Suddenly, Jude began to wildly buck and his ass clenched Monty's cock. There were no inhibitions when Jude came. He was loud and very physical. Monty pounded harder as Jude's cum lubed their grinding torsos.
As Jude was coming down from his orgasm, Monty had one last trick. Jude's nipples were incredibly sensitive, and Monty wrapped his lips around one and began sucking and licking it. Instantly Jude's ass clenched again and his cock spit out one last blast of cum.
Monty stopped thrusting to allow Jude to catch his breath and recover from the orgasmic overload. When he was able to speak again, Jude said, "Now it's time for you to show me you're still the Alpha." Monty resumed pounding Jude's ass, and it wasn't long before he two was caught up in a sexual whirlwind and filled Jude's ass to overflowing with thick, white, man cream.
When Monty shot the last of his wad, he collapsed onto the bed. Both Monty and Jude lay looking at the ceiling and breathing deeply. Each breath of air was heavily scented with the funk of alpha males in rut.
"Damn Monty, you are one mean, ass-drilling machine."
"I'm sorry if I got carried away."
"There ain't no need to apologize to me. We Jamaicans like our food and our sex spicy."
Monty looked at the alarm clock and it read six a.m. "I'd better get going. I told the twins I'd make breakfast in the mornings."
"Yeah, I've got to head out too. The trucks have to hit the street early enough that we can tweet their locations to our customers."
Once back in the apartment, Monty turned on the oven to preheat, then went to grab a quick shower. After a shower and a shave, Monty threw on a comfortable sweatshirt and athletic shorts. On days he wasn't planning to leave the apartment, he tended to dress for comfort rather than style, and that included going commando. He'd thought about putting on boxer briefs or a jock since there were two other's living in the apartment, but then decided it was his apartment and if the boys were distracted by a swinging cock, that was their problem.
After popping a French toast casserole he'd made the night before into the oven, Monty made coffee and started to fry some bacon. It is amazing the effect that the smell of bacon has on hungry boys. Gregg and Gavin were drawn to the kitchen like bees to clover.
"Do you guys drink coffee?" Monty asked, and both boys nodded. Monty poured each of them a cup and asked, "How did you sleep?"
"Okay," Gregg said. "When we were kids we shared a bed, and now when we visit our grandparents or go on overnighters with the team, we share a bed. So we're used to it."
"So the bed wasn't too short?"
"Not really," Gavin said. "We both tend to sleep with our legs curled, so that isn't an issue."
"Yeah, the bed isn't nearly as short as that shower head is in the guest bathroom," Gregg said.
"I hadn't given that much thought, but I see your point. I had to use it when they were doing work on the master shower; I thought it was pretty low and I'm not quite 6'1". If you want, you are free to use the shower in the master suite. It has a rain head from the ceiling and a handheld shower head."
"That would be great," Gregg said.
"After breakfast, can you help us connect to the internet?" Gavin asked. "We need to let mom and dad know where we are and that we are safe. The last time we skyped them, we still didn't know where, or even if, Coach was going to find a place for us. I guess our reputations made it hard for him to find someone brave enough to take us in."
Monty smiled and handed the boys each a plate with French toast casserole and bacon, and they wolfed it down. "More?" Monty asked, and Greg replied, "Yes please, I'm sorry the two of us are kind of big eaters. Are you sure you don't want us to help pay for groceries?"
"Don't worry about it," Monty said, then winked, "Of course, I might have to write an extra novel this year." Monty looked at his watch and said, "Eat as much as you want, and if you're still hungry there's cereal in the cabinet. I'd appreciate it if you clean up the dishes, and put the food away when you're done. I have a meeting with my literary agent and publisher."
Monty's meeting lasted an hour and a half, and when he was done he didn't feel like writing. To help schools deal with Covid, the publisher's education division has put out a request for short stories that could be used in online English classes. Monty wasn't a short story writer, but he decided to do his part and try. He wrote three short stories that he described as coming of age sports stories. As it turned out, the boys in the focus group of young readers loved them, so now Monty's publisher wanted three more stories.
Certainly Monty felt good that his stories were well received. Any writer would be happy for that, but now there was the pressure of expectations as well as a deadline. All of the tension he thought he'd relieved the night before was back. Monty handed Gregg and Gavin a notepad with the wifi name and password, then he grabbed Teddy's leash and said, "I need to destress. I'm taking Teddy for a walk." Gregg and Gavin looked at each other with confusion and a bit of concern.
By the time Monty hit the sidewalk, he'd managed to work himself into a fit. "Why the hell do they think I can just churn out three more stories in two weeks," Monty half yelled to no one. Then he said, "Yes Teddy, your daddy is going crazy." Monty quickly looked around to make sure no one heard him talking to a dog and got the idea he really was crazy.
Monty and Teddy began walking without any specific plan or route. As they did, they passed by some of the local businesses, restaurants, and bars. Monty began to notice a lot of signs saying "Closed due to Covid," or giving directions on how to order online for takeout or delivery.
It began to hit Monty just how the pandemic was affecting people who didn't have the luxury of working from home, and who didn't have a healthy savings account and investment portfolio. He suddenly realized he was becoming a self-centered asshole. Covid wasn't just an inconvenience for most people, it was a disaster.
As Monty and Teddy continued to walk, Monty thought about how easy it was for well off people to forget the real struggles ordinary people had to face everyday. Yes, he'd heard the stories of how hard his grandfather had to work at Coors, and he knew his parents had struggled while his father and partner were starting their accounting firm. However, he'd only heard about it, he hadn't seen it, or lived it. By the time he was old enough to understand what was going on, his grandfather was a shift supervisor at Coors, and his father had a healthy list of clients.
As much as he didn't want to admit it, Monty was born with a silver stick wedged up his ass: he grew up white, male, upper-middle class, American. Hell, even the one thing that might have been an obstacle, being gay, was becoming less handicapping everyday thanks to the previous generations of gay men and women who had fought for gay rights and acceptance.
As he continued to walk, an idea for a short story began to form in his head. It was about a white kid from the suburbs and an immigrant kid from the city growing for prejudice and suspicion into friends because of a shared love of soccer. Several times Monty stopped to jot down ideas in the writer's notebook he always carried. Finally, Monty said to Terry, "Come on boy; we need to get home so I can start writing this story." Again Monty realized he was talking to a dog in the middle of a city sidewalk, but this time he just laughed.
When Monty got home, Gregg and Gavin jumped up from the table, apologized, and asked what they needed to do or stop doing.
"What are you talking about," Monty asked, confused.
"We upset you this morning and want to know what we need to change," Gavin said.
It suddenly dawned on Monty that Gregg and Gavin were walking on eggshells trying not to break any of his rules or upset him. Monty smiled and said, "You guys didn't do anything. I was wallowing in a puddle of self-pity and entitlement. I think I have been living alone for too long and forgot there are people with real problems." Then to his own surprise, Monty gave Gregg and Gavin each a hug. The twins were caught off guard by the sudden affection, but they were very happy to return it.
Monty spent a couple of hours writing. Writing came easy to Monty, but he was surprised how this story just seemed to flow from his mind, to his fingers, to the keyboard. He finally stopped writing when Gregg said, "Come on Guv, you need to eat."
The boys had made sandwiches and salad for lunch, and Monty didn't realize how hungry he was until he took his first bite. Most of the elements of the sandwiches were from the pantry or fridge, but there was a spread on them that Monty didn't recognize. "Where did you get this sauce? It is great, but I don't remember buying it."
"Gavin made it," Gregg said. "It's a spicy aioli that he made one night at the pub and it was so popular that it's now a staple when we serve fish and chips. It's far more popular with the younger crowd than tartar sauce."
"Well it makes a very good sandwich spread," Monty said. "It's too bad fish smells up the place so much. I would like to try your fish and chips."
Teddy came up to Monty, and began to beg. Monty gave him a piece of sandwich, then asked, "What do you say?" Teddy gave a little "woof." "Good boy," Monty said, "We must always remember to say thank you."
Gregg and Gavin both looked at Monty and said, "woof."
Monty laughed and said ,"Cut that out."
"But Guv," Gavin said, "We must always remember to say thank you."
"And when did you two decide to start calling me Guv?" Monty asked.
"Well, you won't let us call you daddy, and calling you Monty doesn't seem right," Gavin said, "so we thought either Guv or Boss would work, and Guv just seemed to fit."
"Back home subordinates use Guv to refer to the bosses, the ones who pay the bills," Gregg said. "Also, Guv was used in the upper classes by boys to refer to their fathers."
"I see, so basically you are calling me your Sugar Daddy."
"We didn't mean anything bad," Gregg said. "We just felt we needed to show some respect for taking us in, you know saying thank you."
Monty thought for a bit then said, "I guess I can live with Guv." Gregg and Gavin both smiled.
Monty's phone rang. "Hey Jude, what's up.... Sure, it's my night to cook, so that would be great...We'll see you at six...Goodbye." After he hung up, Monty said, "You are in for a treat tonight. Jude is coming over and bringing supper. I hope you like Jamaican."
"Not as much as you do," Gavin said and both boys broke into laughter.
"That's it, get your gym clothes on. I'm gonna show you two English wankers a workout for a real man." Monty wasn't kidding about the workout. By the time Monty was ready to quit, the twins' asses were dragging and their muscles were on fire. However, as tired as they were, the twins loved working out with Monty.
Before leaving the fitness center, Gavin stood in front of a wall of mirrors and flexed. "Damn Guv, you're going to turn us into beasts."
Monty slapped Gavins ass, and said, "Enough posing Narcissus. You're going to give yourself a boner. I need to get back to the apartment and get some things done before Jude arrives. Once back in the apartment, Monty again stripped in the entry and tossed his sweaty clothes into the laundry. As he walked to his bedroom, Monty smiled because he knew the boys were staring at his ass. Just before stepping into the master bedroom, Monty turned and said, "Don't forget, you are welcome to use my shower when I'm done."
Monty hopped in the shower, and moaned as the hot water hit his body. Back-to-back mega-workouts were kicking his ass, but it was worth it to show the twins who was the boss. He also liked being called Guv. Monty took his time soaping, washing, and rinsing. The apartment had an on-demand water heater, so there was no need to rush. When he finally stepped out of the shower, Gregg and Gavin were standing there waiting their turn.
It was the first time Monty got a chance to see the boys completely naked and he wasn't disappointed. They were tall, lean, and fit. While their upper bodies needed work, their legs were muscular and firm and their asses were absolutely perfect. Their cocks were semi-hard and Monty guessed would top out between six and 6.5 inches. They kept their straw colored pubic and pit hair trimmed, and the rest of their bodies sported very little hair.
"Feel free to use the soap, shampoo, and conditioner," Monty said, "and I've laid out some towels."
Gavin stepped into the shower and said, "Wow, this shower is huge. Come on Gregg, we can both fit in here. We can wash each other's backs."
"Damn," Monty thought to himself, "maybe I should hop back in there." But he didn't. Instead, he headed back to the bedroom and finished getting dressed, and then went to straighten up the living room. The living room wasn't particularly messy, and even if it were, Jude wouldn't have noticed; however, Monty cock was starting to stiffen, and he needed something to do. Mercifully, Gregg and Gavin had wrapped their towels around their waists before going back to their room.
Just after 6:00, Jude arrived carrying several thermal food containers. The boys quickly set the table, while Jude and Monty unpacked the food. Monty also dug to the back of the fridge where he kept a stock of Red Stripe beer from Jamaica.
"I thought this was a Coors house," Gregg said.
"It is. Red Stripe is Jamaican Coors." Monty said.
Jude laughed, then said, Let me tell you what we have. First of all, we are starting with Jamaican Patties, which is one of the most popular street foods on the island. When people ask what they are, I tell them they're meat Pop-Tarts with a kick. Then there is Jerk Chicken, Rice and Peas, and Bammy. Bammy is a cassava flour flat bread first made by the native Arawaks. Finally, for dessert I brought a Jamaican rum cake."
As they ate, Gregg and Gavin asked a ton of questions about Jamaica. Although Jude had grown up in New York, he spent a month every Summer living with his grandparents on the island. Jude's grandfather was a fisherman, and Jude would help him check his fish traps and deliver the catch to customers. As a result of this experience, Jude could speak Jamaican Patois, the Creole common language spoken by most Jamaicans. He also expanded his authentic knowledge of Jamaican cooking and culture. All which contributed to the success of his business.
"So Jude," Gavin said, "this might be impolite to ask, but do you practice Voodoo?"
"In Jamaica, it's called Obeah." Jude said. "My grandparents are Anglicans, and that is the Church to which my mother, my siblings, and I are members. However, I would not call us particularly religious. My grandfather has a sister who my grandmother claims is an Obeahwoman. Of course that could just be because grammaw doesn't like grampops sister."
"Do people really believe that stuff?" Gregg asked.
"Yes, some are very serious, and for some it's more of an anti-colonial statement. As for me, I don't understand it, and I make it a practice not to mess with things I don't understand like electricity and Obeah."
Jude served the rum cake and Monty poured coffee. When they sat back down, Monty said, "Okay Jude, what's the favor you said you needed?"
"I need you to take me to the airport early in the morning. I'm flying to New York."
Monty looked like he'd been kicked in the nuts, and Jude added, "But I'm coming back. Covid is getting really bad in the City and we've finally talked Mama into moving out here. At least temporarily. I'm renting a U-Haul and we're packing up her apartment, and selling what won't fit in the U-Haul."
"It sounds like this is more than temporary," Monty said.
"Well, yes and no. Mama is one of only three tenants left in a rent controlled apartment building. The owners have tried everything short of dynamite to get them to move out so they can convert it to condos, but the three are stubborn and feisty. However, they have finally reached and agreement, Each of the tenants will get $550,000 to move."
Gavin whistled, then said, "Fuck, that is a lot of money."
"It is in Denver, but in NYC, it's really not that much. Mama's rent is only $850 a month, and that is almost rent free in New York. When the building is converted, the apartments will sell from $3.5 million to $6 million. The developers will make good money."
"So, is your mother looking to buy here in Denver?" Monty asked.
"No, Mama is looking to move back to Jamaica. My sister and her husband work at a boutique hotel on the island. The owner is looking to sell it, and they are first in line to buy it. They can get the property for just over 2.2 million dollars. So, my brother and I have each bought in for a hundred thousand and Mama is going to buy with her money. When everything is finalized and Covid dies down, she is moving down to help with the hotel."
"I can take you to the airport tomorrow," Monty said, "What time do you need to leave?"
"Five-thirty," Jude said sheepishly.
"Five-thirty in the morning!" Monty exclaimed, "I didn't even know there was a 5:30 in the morning." Gregg and Gavin laughed.
After supper, the guys all grabbed another beer and settled down to watch the Nuggets play the Rockets. Jude said, "It just seems weird to watch any sports, let alone professional sports, with no one in the stands."
Just after halftime, Jude said he needed to go and pack. Monty leaned over and whispered, "Come back when you are finished. I think you need to spend the night here." Jude nodded.
It took Jude about an hour to get packed. When he returned Monty was in the kitchen emptying the dishwasher. Jude had with him a small overnight bag, and said, "I thought it would be easier to get ready here in the morning."
"That's a good plan," Monty said with a wink.
The game was essentially done by the end of the third quarter. The Rockets bench was depleted by quarantine, and it was clear the Nuggets were trying to run out the time without running up the score. Monty, touched Jude's leg and motioned with his head toward the bedroom door. As they headed for the master, Monty said, "I'll see you two sometime tomorrow. You are on your own for breakfast."
"Yes Guv," the two said in unison.
It took little time for Jude to strip down to bare skin and crawl onto the bed. He laid on his back with his head hanging off the bed and his mouth open. Monty was soon naked himself, and his cock was caressing Jude's lips. Jude grabbed onto Monty's cock and began sucking it like a popsicle. A very large popsicle. Finally, Jude said, "Come on stud, give it to me. Give it all to me!"
Monty slowly began to impale Jude's throat. Monty watched Jude's neck expand as a large piece of meat filled his esophagus. Monty began to gradually pick up speed and the sight of his cock pumping Jude's mouth and throat reminded him of the piston rod on a steam locomotive.
Soon Monty felt the need to reciprocate and he bent forward and wrapped his lips around Jude's cock. Monty also used a hand to cup Jude's balls. Jude had the largest testicles he'd ever seen on a man. He often thought they looked like black, ripe avocados. Monty pulled his cock out of Jude's mouth and got into a position where he could lick and kiss those amazing balls. Jude moaned at the touch of Monty's energetic tongue.
Monty pushed Jude's back and began to kiss his way across a hairless taint until it began to enter an equally hairless canyon. If there was one butt on the planet that deserved to be called a booty, it was Jude's. Not only was it big, sexy and perfectly sculpted, it was a treasure just waiting to be plundered. Monty couldn't help himself; he was an ass pirate, and he soon was kissing and tonguing Jude's aft in preparation for boarding.
"Come on boy," Jude said, "we ain't got time to waste. Show me what you can do with that cock." Taking the challenge, Monty stood up, and pushed Jude back until his toes touched the bed and his ass faced the ceiling. Monty then plunged down into Jude's waiting hole.
"Oooooh fuuuuuck, that is so gooooood," Jude moaned. Monty began to pile drive Jude's ass. Each thrust pounded on Jude's button until he couldn't stand it any longer. Monty had pushed Jude back so far that his cock was positioned over his face. The first shot of cum from Jude's cock landed in his open mouth, and the remaining volleys coated his face.
Monty's legs began to shake, and his breathing became heavy; then his entire body stiffen as if every muscle was assisting in expelling the massive charge of pearly cum deep into Jude's pleasure cave. Monty lost track of how many rounds his cock fired, but there was nothing left. He was spent, and from the look on Jude's face, so was he.
Monty and Jude cuddled under the covers, and soon both drifted off to sleep; neither stirring until the alarm woke them.
Monty gently shook Jude, and said, "Come on sleepy boy, it's time to wake up. I'll go make some coffee while you grab a shower."
Jude turned to face Monty, then slid his hand down Monty's body until he grabbed hold of a cock that was also waking up. Jude said, "Why don't you shower with me. I've got a much better stimulant than coffee to wake us up."
Monty laughed, and said, "If I get in that shower with you, you will miss your flight, and maybe even the next one."
Jude moaned and slowly rolled out of bed. "It's not fair."
"What's not fair?"
"I'm going to be hanging out with my mother for the next week and a half, and you're are going to have two sexy soccer twins to keep you company."
"Oh," Monty said, "I doubt they are even a little interested in me. I'm almost twenty years older than they are."
"That's bullshit, and you know it. I bet I'm not even on the other side of the Mississippi River before they are scheming to get your cock up their asses."
Monty laughed and asked, "Does that bother you?"
"Not at all, we've never been exclusive, and we are not headed down the aisle together. I just want you to remember who your FFB is." FFB was a term Jude came up with one night when they had both been drinking to excess. It was a play on BFF, and stood for Forever Fuck Buddies. "So have some fun with the Brits. Hell, marry one, or for that matter both, but you'd better make it clear to them that I've got dibs."
Monty laughed, "They might not agree to that."
Jude waved his finger, and said, "Then you tell them that I will find me an Obeahwoman to make me a potion that will shrivel their cocks into little, dried chili peppers."
On the way to the airport, Monty got serious, "Jude, it looks to me you are taking on a lot of responsibilities, keeping your business going during a pandemic, your mom, and now this hotel. I'm not saying you can't handle it. I mean, you're one of the strongest people I know, but if you ever need anything, a helping hand, money, a weekend getaway, whatever, just ask. Okay?"
"Thanks. I don't like to ask for help, but it means a lot to know you've got my back in a pinch. I know we joke about being FFBs, but you know that I think of you as more than just a nice cock and a tight ass."
"Of course I do, and that's ditto for me. Maybe we should be BFBs, Bestie Fuck Bros."
"I like that...BFBs.., yeah, that's what we are."
"Okay, enough of this serious talk, I'm going to get all weepy and shit."
At the airport, Monty had to just drop Jude off at the front entrance. Due to Covid, visitors weren't allowed in the terminal. Monty helped Jude get his luggage out of the SUV, gave him a kiss and asked, "Do you have everything? Did you bring a mask?"
Jude smiled and said, "Yes daddy."
"Stop that," Monty said and gave Jude one last kiss.
Monty was in a melancholy funk on the drive back to the apartment. The pandemic was having that effect on people. Even an ordinary goodbye had the feel of a last goodbye. "Fuck this," Monty said out loud to no one, "Jude is going to be fine." Then said, "Siri, play Island Girl' by Elton John." When the song started to play, Monty smiled remembering the night he and Jude were at Hamburger Mary's for karaoke and Jude sang his own version of the song, Island Boy.'
When Monty got home, he stripped down and jumped back into bed. It may have been only his imagination, but the sheets still smelled like Jude, and Monty was soon asleep. Monty didn't know how long he'd been asleep, but he suddenly realized he was not alone in the bed. He had been joined by two naked boys. "What's this?" Monty asked.
Gavin said, "We got a text from Jude. Something about crossing the Mississippi and you were probably lonely."
Then Gregg said, "We can leave if you want us to."
Monty thought for a bit, then said, "No, I think this is just what I need right now." The twins smiled and cuddled up against Monty, and soon the three were back asleep.
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