Martin's History 5
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A few months passed and I barely could keep track of all the changes. Linda and I, well, we started the whole divorce thing. Luckily she had calmed down and it seemed she didn't really care who I was sleeping with, she just wanted it all done. And so did I. Sadie I was worried about. I didn't want her to be upset that her parents were splitting, but there was no way around it. I sat with her many times, explaining how things were, that we still loved her, that we weren't going anywhere, that she would have two homes, two bedrooms. She seemed to get it and even though she was sad for a while, she seemed to take it in stride. Even Marek. She kind of amazed me. I introduced them finally at a trip to the zoo. She seemed completely unfazed. I guess we raised her well.
"Dad, does he snore?"
I laughed and looked at Marek. "Yeah, he does a little."
"Too bad...but mom says you do, too. So I guess it's the same."
It was an amazingly perceptive remark for an eight year old. She looked at Marek appraisingly for a moment. "You have nice eyes."
"Thanks, Sadie. So do you."
She took this as a given and looked very satisfied.
Later that night, when she was in bed in our new apartment, I stared at the ceiling, struck by how quickly life can change. Here I was with Marek -- beautiful Marek -- in a new bed, a new apartment...a new life. And a new job. I was consulting. I said f-you to my company (in a nice way) and left. Consulting makes so much more money! So I started to train as a coach on the side. Marek stayed with the company. He actually liked his job and was good at it.
I knew he was awake. "You know how much I love you, right?"
"I think you've said that a few times...but don't stop. The feeling is mutual."
Talk of love always makes me hard, and my cock almost immediately rose to attention. And Marek knew it. He reached down and grabbed me. Then he slid under the sheet and started licking the head of my cock, teasing it, exploring the cleft right at the head which drove me crazy. He sucked the liquid that poured from it, jacking the base very slowly. He was doing something new these days. Still sucking the length in, he slicked up a finger or two and slid them into my ass, sliding and stretching while taking me down.
I moaned -- but not too loud: there was a kid in the house, after all -- and pushed him down on my cock.
I started to push up with my hips, and I gripped his head a little tighter as I pushed a bit faster, at a nice pace, sliding in and almost out of his mouth. I pulled his hips toward me, to his streaming dick and started jacking him while he worked. The focus slowed me down and I concentrated on him, on the slight angle his cock took, on his balls which were bigger and hung down lower than mine. I wet my hand with some spit and kept going, but I knew I wasn't going to last long.
"You want a mouthful...?" was all I could gasp as my hips started to push harder and I managed to pump his cock, only a few centimetres from my face, a little harder and I could feel it getter harder as my body went over the edge, a quick, sharp burst from my loins filling his mouth and with that I could feel him cum with a grunt into me, cum pouring out on my hands, dripping on the bed. I leaned forward and licked some off before it his the sheets, tasting his salt. I lay back and sighed.
We always had such a good time. I was still amazed. Linda and I had never consistently done this, even though there were times that were almost this good, this loving. But with Marek...it always felt amazing and I always wanted more and not just sex. Of him. Just him.
One day after work, Marek came home and he seemed a little quiet. I worked from home by then, and I had a little office in the spare bedroom where Sadie slept when she was there. He came in and sat down on the bed. I thought maybe he was looking for a new place to get naked, but I realized it was something else.
"What's going on?"
"I have to go to bloody Calgary. Can you believe it? They want me to get a new office started, a new sales team. Fuck. For three months."
I felt a little stab in my gut. "Wow. That seems like a long time. When?"
"Starting next week...some other guy was supposed to be going, but he bailed at the last minute and I got elected to replace him. I guess it's a vote of confidence. They're paying me a lot extra to do it, so I can't say no I suppose."
"Right. You shouldn't. It would give you some leverage down the road. And it's only three months..." I think I was trying to convince myself.
"I know. But we've never spent that much time apart. I'm going miss you."
The simplicity of the statement startled me, and...well...made me hard. It's as if I had two brains. It was sometimes annoying, especially at a time like this. I wanted to be supportive and empathetic and all that. We sat for while, just looking at each other. Finally he started talking.
"I was thinking...what if we each had three months to...I don't know...play a bit? What I mean is I was imagining we, like, play with someone, but we do it over zoom with each other. Kinda like having a third, but at a distance. That way we can get out our frustrations like we always do, but also try someone different at the same time. And we can watch each other..."
He stopped and looked at me, almost guilty. At first I was surprised, give our experience with Tim. But that was a while ago, before all this happened, before we really knew how we felt about each other, before we moved in together, before the word love was used. I looked into those brown eyes and realized I was getting excited again. The thought of watching him do this with another guy -- a stranger, really -- was very, very interesting all of a sudden.
I smiled at him. "That sounds...really hot."
He looked relieved and started to undo his pants...
So we parted a few days later. It was sad, but also felt like an adventure. He was staying in some generic AirBnB in Calgary. The morning after he got there, he gave me a virtual tour of the place which looked nice and had a great view of the city. It had a big bed and a nice kitchen. I told him it looked ready for visitors. He laughed.
We got in a nice groove. He would contact me when he finished work which was after dinner for me and if Sadie was around, after her bedtime. I tried to imagine the possibilities and was having trouble with it. I got all playful. I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out which was -- you guessed it -- hard.
"Why don't we test drive this plan?" And I started stroking myself. I had to adjust the screen so he could see my cock. I was finding it really really hot. I was surprised. He slid his chair back and pulled is track pants down, then his underwear. He was hard as well and we began to just stroke our dicks slowly, each talking a little dirty, telling each other what we wanted.
"I want to see you on your knees, sucking some guy off...I want to watch you take him down..."
"Yeah. Me too. I want to watch you fuck some guy, and really hard. I want to see you cum all over his ass. Just like the stupid porn movies. Then lick it off."
"Wow. You are a dirty one." I was surprised at this idea of his. There were possibilities here. He was fisting himself harder and he threw his head back, his hips pushing up and he came in a big burst all over his stomach. I was right behind. This was so hot. I came quickly, in a torrent of cum that splashed my chest.
I heard his voice from the laptop. "Eat it." I liked it when he took charge. So I did, showing him the cum on my fingers as it went into my mouth.
"Nice. I think this is going to work."
"I think so too. But my dearest...I need to go to bed now. I have an early start." I actually had an in-person meeting for a company I was consulting for. "I love you to pieces. Good night."
"Good night." And his kissed his hand and blew his love to me.
I decided to call Tim. It was obvious, really. We knew him and he was a nice guy and I was also into him. I explained the plan and he was all about it.
"That sounds amazing. When?" He seemed very eager.
"Saturday. Maybe around nine? Come over to our place." I gave him the address.
I texted Marek the next morning and told him the plan. He hadn't had time to "locate" a willing participant, so he would just be watching. Which I liked. A lot.
Tim and I sat for a while with a glass of wine, getting comfortable, talking about our lives a little. At nine I logged into zoom. I had the laptop on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Marek's face popped up. He looked very happy to see me. Tim waved and we all laughed, a little nervously.
"Well, what are you two planning to do?"
"Always direct. That's what I love about you." I laughed. Tim looked at me and shrugged, but then he winked at me and leaned in for a kiss. I turned to the screen just before our lips met. "I guess this is where we start."
Tim and I kissed a little chastely at first, barely opening our mouths. I heard from the screen, "Come on you two."
Encouraged, I got into it. I grabbed Tim's face in my hands and my tongue got into it, exploring his mouth, duelling with his. His hand started exploring my chest, pulling up my t-shirt and exploring my belly. He kissed my neck, moving down, then licking around my nipples, taking one, then the other, in his mouth, almost biting them, which made me gasp. I looked at the screen. Marek was watching us intently. I could tell that his pants were open, although I couldn't see anything.
"Move back a little. I want to see what you're doing."
Marek laughed. He moved back and I got a good view of him, all hard and eager, his hand sliding up down. "How's that?"
I turned back to Tim in answer, who was now licking my stomach and undoing my pants. Lifted my ass off the sofa so he could pull them down. I was now wearing black boxer briefs just like Marek's. It made me feel both hot and close to him at the same time. My cock was almost bursting out them, stretching the fabric which Tim leaned in and starting sucking, making them wet. I groaned and pushed my underwear down, exposing my dick. Tim looked at it for a moment, his hand running over it lightly, making me shiver. I pulled off my shirt.
Tim leaned back and undid his pants, sliding them down and tossed them across the room. He was in white briefs that were almost laughably trying to cover his thickness. I reached forward and pulled them down and he slid out of them. We were both naked. I looked at the screen and Market had taken his shirt off, still pumping his dick. I said "I wish you were here with that thing. I want to suck it with Tim. I wish you could cum all over us." Where was this coming from? I felt like a teenager who has just discovered porn for the first time.
Marek laughed. "Dirty boy."
As he said this, Tim slurped me down and I lay back on the sofa, letting him work. I stared at the screen and Marek stared back at me. Tim's head was bobbing, his hands involved and I was getting so excited I had to pull him off. "Slow down...I need a break or this will end way too soon."
Marek laughed, still jerking his dick. I could see it was getting wet on the end. "It's your turn...eat all that nice goo on your dick." He reached down and smeared the precum on his fingers and brought it to his mouth. I was so into this. I was almost embarrassed how into this I was.
I pulled Tim to me and kissed him. I kissed his ear and said "I want to fuck you. Is that ok?"
"More than ok."
I reached to the table beside us and grabbed the lube we had put there in preparation. I turned to the screen. "I'm going to fuck him now. What do you say?"
"That sounds like a good plan. I want to see you lube up his ass."
I was surprised by this request. Neither one of us were that interested in ass play beyond getting ready to fuck, but it seemed like we had changed the script. Tim had lain down at this point and put his knees up, exposing his hole. I dribble lube on my fingers and slid them in. He gasped. "It's cold..."
"Good." I heard from the screen. Marek was all business. I could hear the slick sounds of him on his own cock. I didn't need to look.
I spread lube all over my cock and leaned forward, the tip right at his hole and I rubbed myself around it in a circle, teasing him. I pushed a bit more, still going in a circle then I just slid in, slowly, and I pushed forward. He moaned and began jacking himself as my hips kind of took over. I had stopped watching the screen I was so intent on my job. I grabbed Tim's knees for traction and started a faster pace. It felt like I could be here for days it felt so comfortable. Tim just watched my face, and I stared at his hand on his cock which was getting messy, trails of liquid flowing over his fist.
I kept it up for a while, my hips feeling loosed, my cock tingling in him, warm and slippery. I leaned down and kissed him, then his chest although my back couldn't take it for too long, and I pulled back. Tim grunted as my rhythm increased and I was almost pounding him, and my speed seemed to match the nice hum that appeared out of nowhere in my balls, in my ass, a hum that got a little louder every time I pushed into him, every time I breathed. I could tell, in the back of my mind, that Marek was watching and it made my head spin a little, that I was fucking someone while he watched.
My hips seemed to take over, and as I got a little frantic, Tim started to blast out of nowhere, long sloppy ropes hitting his chest and stomach. I watched them as my speed became supersonic it seemed and the hum became a roar and I gasped a few times then froze as I erupted into his ass, my eyes squeezed shut, my breathe stopping.
In the back of my mind, I heard Marek. "Look at the screen..." I looked just as he began to come, quick spurts up his chest to his neck. I couldn't take my eyes off him as more and more came until there was just a long stream running down his cock, across his fist and pooling at the base of his cock.
"I wish I was there to clean that up."
Marek laughed. Tim seemed almost catatonic. He just lay there, his eyes shut. My cock was still deep inside him, slippery and warm. I didn't want to pull out, but as I leaned forward to kiss him, I did and I could feel cum getting all over the sofa. We kissed gently and I lay myself on him, feeling his come between us, slippery and wet.
"You two made a big fucking mess. You better clean the sofa soon."
I turned to the screen. "Yeah. Well. It was worth it."
"It sure was. I liked watching you kiss. That's hot."
"I liked watching you come. That's hot."
Tim finally spoke. "You two are hilarious. But sexy. I'm game to do this whenever you want."
I looked down at him. There was something about the guy that I really liked. Not in the same way as Marek. That wasn't possible. But he was so open and gentle and sexy. I could see him being part of us experimenting. Who knew all this would be happening? What a difference eight months makes.
"You can come whenever you want...right Martin? I mean whenever is convenient for everyone. Like when Marin's kid isn't around."
Tim looked up at me, a question in his eyes. I sighed.
"It's a long story. But yeah, I have a kid. Shared custody and all that. I'll tell you about it sometime."
"I don't know about you, but I need a shower." Tim looked down at his sticky chest. I laughed and smeared it around a little. "I suppose you do. I'll be right behind you."
He extricated himself from me, and walked to the bathroom. I admired his ass, and his strong legs.
From the screen I heard, "He's a good guy. I'm glad there's someone around like that. You guys should just hang out and, like, actually have a conversation."
"You're right, as always. But I miss you. Even after all that, I want to smell you...I want you all warm and cozy in bed with me. That's still true."
"I know. But this will help get us through I think. It was fun, right?"
"Oh, don't get me wrong. Lots of fun. But you know what I mean."
We spent the next while talking. Tim went home and I sent him off with a kiss. I never thought I would be doing this, having sex with people I didn't know that well while still being crazy for someone. But change happens, I guess. Tastes change, circumstances change and ask us to adapt. So I'm adapting, and I kind of like it.