Johan lifted the bag of groceries onto the counter and set the bottle of wine down. He was going to start the weekend by making lasagna for his husband. An unplanned night away from home? Normal for his husband but a first for Johan. This meal would be an olive branch.
"Your 'friend' must have had a big dick for you to stay out all night. Mark called and I'm flying to Berlin for the weekend. See you Monday..."
Johan grabbed his phone.
"I got your note."
"Mark just met me and we're waiting for my luggage."
"Say hi for me."
"He says hi. EU roaming is pretty expensive, so I may not be able to message much. Gotta go now!"
"I love you."
"You too."
No point cooking for one! Johan put away the groceries and microwaved some leftovers instead.
As he was finishing the dishes, his Apple Watch vibrated. It was Erik.
"everything ok with hubby?"
"FaceTime?"
"you're not worried he'll hear you?"
"He took a last-minute trip to Berlin."
The door hadn't even closed when Erik pounced. How was someone just 20 years old so good at kissing, Johan wondered?
Erik pushed Johan down by the shoulders. He was wearing athletic shorts that left little to the imagination. Johan obeyed and started pulling the mesh shorts down. The head of Erik's cock popped out and Johan immediately started sucking. Precum was already flowing.
Erik's hands on the back of Johan's head left no doubt that Johan was expected to deep-throat the cock and work for the load. Erik often faced the dilemma of whether to blow his load on some slut's face, down his throat, or up his ass. This would be his first opportunity to properly sample Johan's cocksucking skills.
Johan didn't disappoint, but whenever he failed to go deep enough, or tried to lick the head as if it were a lollipop, instead of sucking it, a slap to his face got the message across.
Johan, by now in full cockslut mode, was puzzled when Erik withdrew.
"Look up at me! Keep your fucking mouth open!"
Erik spat, aiming so that the gob of saliva landed in Johan's open mouth. It was like a father bird returning to the nest after hunting, to feed his eager hatchling.
Erik renewed his assault on Johan's tonsils.
With no warning, Erik gripped Johan's head, one hand on Johan's skull and the other on his jaw, held the man motionless, and shot his load. Erik hadn't cum since their date the night before, so it was a lot. He liked the way it dribbled from the sides of Johan's mouth. He pulled Johan up for a deep kiss, and they shared the sperm that Johan hadn't already swallowed.
"We're going to sleep in the guest room, Erik."
"What? Why not in your bed?"
"Out of respect for my husband."
"My semen is drying on your mustache right now. I wouldn't worry about respect for your husband at this point."
"Look, I know a guy your age must think it's a joke, but we have a life together. There's more to it than how often he fucks me."
"But is there?" Erik's tone wasn't sarcastic. It was blatantly honest. That pissed Johan off.
Neither man spoke for a moment.
"Johan, I'll sleep with you in the guest room but if you want this dick in your ass, I'm only willing to fuck you in the bed you and your husband share."
"I guess you're not fucking me this weekend, then," Johan shot back, sarcastically.
"OK. We can use the time to get to know each other instead."
In trying to enforce one boundary, Johan had inadvertently ceded another. This situation with Erik would be easier if they were just fucking, but it was already more than that. Though neither man acknowledged his feelings, both were wondering about the limits of an open marriage.
Johan was angry. Angry at himself for staying out all night with Erik. Angry at his husband for disappearing, as if to punish him. Angry at Erik for being disrespectful. Johan and Erik kept to opposite sides of the guest bed.
"Johan?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry for my ultimatum about your husband's bed. I'm not going to lie, the idea of breeding you in his bed, when he's not home, turns me on. But I do respect your relationship. I want to find a way for this..."
Erik took Johan's hand and held it.
"...whatever it is and whatever it becomes, to complement your marriage, not to detract from it."
"And I'm sorry for implying that you aren't serious about relationships at your age."
This time Johan spooned Erik.
"This feels good. I'm not used to being held. Most of the time after I fuck someone, he leaves or I do."
"Neither one of us is going anywhere tonight, Erik."
Both men wanted to say more, but sleep and dreams soon took over.