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The one fucking Bruce said, "Let's switch."
My fuckmate abruptly pulled out--and cool ambient air rushed in to fill the gap. My hole remained open--dilated--for a moment. Bruce's ex-fuckmate entered me, easily, and picked up where the other guy left off. His penis seemed smaller than his friend's. A little less thick at any rate.
I resumed moaning and so did Bruce. Our lovers' rhythms were different so our moans, with each thrust, came about a second apart. One seeming to echo the other.
"I like this guy's ass!" my ex-fuckmate declared. Bruce was on the plump side and had nice, full, round buttocks. I was slender--skinny--and my ass was rather flat. On the other hand, when you're bent over on your knees and elbows...
My new fuckmate said nothing in reply. He just gripped me by the tops of my hips and banged away. "You two are noisy!" Bruce's new lover laughed.
Bruce and I had met online about a week before. I'd run an ad in the sex personals reviving my nude housecleaning services. Bruce had replied, sending a nude pic of himself from the neck down. He was shorter than me by a few inches, and heavier. He had a shaved body. He was an oral bottom, he explained.
I wrote him back, attaching a front and back nude of myself (my pic in the ad had been R-rated--I was wearing a panty). I gave him my height and weight specs, told him I was vaccinated, and healthy, and confessed that I, too, was a bottom. "That doesn't mean we couldn't have some fun!" I told him, optimistically.
We began a correspondence. Bruce wasn't exactly voluble in his comments, and replies, but at least he wrote in complete sentences. I'd advertised my age as two years younger than I actually was. Bruce was three years older than my true number of years. We were both, shall I say, senior citizens. Horny, adventurous ones, however.
Bruce invited me over. He lived in the next county. I arrived a few minutes before eleven a.m. that Sunday. Bruce met me at the door in the nude. I undressed and we held each other and kissed. Necked. Bruce pushed his tongue into my mouth. He tasted vaguely of coffee. I reciprocated. We ran our hands over each other's naked bodies.
We did 69 on Bruce's livingroom throw rug. I was on top. Bruce came in my mouth and I swallowed. I didn't want to cum--I lose interest afterwards--so I pulled away. Bruce would have been disappointed had he not just ejaculated. Had a noisy orgasm.
We drank juice--no alcohol, unfortunately--and then, still naked, I helped Bruce rearrange the furniture in his livingroom. After that, for some reason, I don't remember why, we drifted into his cramped bedroom. We didn't rearrange anything.
I said to Bruce, after glancing around, "You know, I could take a picture of our two bottoms, side by side on your bed, and we could post it and maybe get a top to come over."
Bruce stood there blinking. "How?" he asked.
"How what?"
"Can you take a picture if you're in it."
I smiled. My iPad was in my backpack. Along with condoms and lubricant and a spare panty. Just in case. "Set the timer," I explained. "We'd probably have to take several pics to get it right."
"Would my face be in it?"
I laughed. "No, your face'll be out of view at the other end."
Bruce blinked again and said, finally, "OK."
I went and got my iPad.
I was right about it taking several shots. I set my tablet, in its case, on Bruce's high dresser opposite the foot of his bed. We got in position--on knees and elbows, facing the headboard, our asses in the air--and the iPad counted down. We did this four times. I decided I liked the third shot best, and Bruce agreed.
He asked, "Who'll post this?"
"I will, if you want."
Bruce and I sat side by side, on stools at his kitchen counter, as I uploaded the pic and our ad. It read:
"Two Bottoms Seeking a Top
"Two bottoms available for a top (or two). He's [age listed], I'm [my slightly fake age listed]. We're both vaccinated and healthy. UB2. Door will be open. Take turns with us! Write for more details."
The ad got rejected. The wording was OK; but the pic was too explicit. Later that day, back home, I had to edit it in Photoshop. Blur out our cracks, and anuses, and pendant balls. Bruce's were round and full and bigger than mine. And hung lower. They took more blurring. I resubmitted the ad and it went live late that afternoon.
We got about a dozen responses. Maybe a baker's dozen. I kept Bruce informed. The best of them seemed to be a guy who said he had a friend who also might be interested. I told him my schedule (Bruce was retired) and the guy emailed me back that he (and maybe his friend) could be there at two p.m. on Wednesday, one of my three days off.
I forwarded the email to Bruce and he replied, "[You] be here early."
I arrived that Wednesday about one p.m. Bruce asked, "Will he just walk right in?"
"We'll have to leave the door unlocked," I told him. "When he enters the bedroom we'll have to be in position. Y'know?"
Bruce seemed unsure about this. What if the guy was a robber? A murderer? I tried to talk him down. I'd been with dozens and dozens of gay or bi men and never had a problem. True, my house had been burgled a few years before. But I don't think that had any relation to my sex partners.
Two o'clock came and went. Then 2:05 and 2:10. Bruce and I sat dejectedly, side by side, on the foot of his bed, our legs hanging over.
"Another faker," I sighed.
Bruce nodded.
"I'll run the ad again and see what we get." He looked over. "You're not leaving are you?"
"No," I assured him. "No."
We began to kiss. Kiss passionately. My penis was beginning to swell, and rise.
There was a knock at the door. It interrupted us. A male voice said, "Can we come right in or...?"
Bruce broke off the kiss to reply--shout: "Yeah! Come on in!"
He and I then scrambled into position, on our elbows and knees. Bruce on my right. The sides of our pale buttocks nearly touching.
We heard voices. Male voices. Two. They entered the bedroom and one of them said, "Hey! Just like in the picture!"
They then undressed, lubed up (the tube of KY was to Bruce's right, at bed's foot) and began fucking us. It was as simple as that.
They switched off again and my original fuckmate ended up, despite his apparent preference for Bruce, cumming in me. He came first. His friend a couple of minutes later. I was glad for Bruce. It was his apartment, his ass. He deserved a longer fuck.
As the pair of tops dressed at bed's foot, Bruce and I rolled over, toward one another, and began to kiss. We were both in a state of bliss. One of the tops said, laughing, "Look! Two Lesbian queers."
I didn't mind. If we were queers what were they? They left the apartment without speaking again and Bruce jumped up to go lock his door. He explained: "I don't want people coming in here unannounced."
We resumed necking. With a penis no longer in me I was now getting a hard-on. Overcome with pent-up passion I ended up rubbing off on Bruce's round buttocks, shooting my load on his lower back. It wasn't very fem of me but...I hadn't cum in weeks.
I left.
When I got home I emailed my contact--one of the two who'd fucked us, I don't know which--thanking him--them--for coming over and making love to us so well. I intentionally used the phrase "making love." It sounded better than mere fucking.
I never got a reply back.
I decided, finally, that Bruce and I were too old for them. They were both--probably--in their mid-thirties. We were old enough to be their fathers, and then some. I didn't really blame them.
Bruce and I got together again, and a third time, but we never got fucked again. By one, let alone two, tops. It was a unique, memorable event.
Bruce seemed to gradually lose interest. In me, that is. I could sense his growing boredom. I think he, too, was looking for something different. Someone else. Someone younger? Good luck with that.
We drifted apart.
C'est la vie.