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Shallow End, Ch. 6
As I looked from Rick to Gord, I figured that if you're going to be set up in life, this wasn't a bad way to be had.
I'd met Gord only that morning, and in short order I had felt his come coursing onto my body, my cock bursting in his mouth, and then, standing in my kitchen, I had greedily inhaled his.
I hadn't a clue that he and Rick were friends, nor that Rick was in the bushes beyond the pool fence that morning with his video camera -- nor that he had later found his way onto my Jacuzzi deck as Gord was grinding his virgin ass onto me.
So now I was looking from head to toe at Rick, who was standing in my living room with a delicious hard-on, the innocent guy (or so I had thought) with whom I'd shared a few beers over a few ball games the past couple of months.
I was mesmerized by his body: sinewy and athletic, just a thin brush of pubic hair accentuating a meaty shaft that bobbed almost with a mind of its own, begging for attention.
That situation would be remedied soon enough.
"I can't believe this," I ventured. "You and Gord..."
"...set you up, big time," Rick completed my sentence, absently stroking himself. "But don't worry. That DVD is not in production. I've burned just three: a souvenir for each of us."
I felt Gord's hand patting my ass, and I thought my knees were going to buckle.
"I've watched you at the pool for a few weeks," Gord said. "I've known Rick for years, and when I mentioned to him my need to have you, I guess one thing led to another."
My breath was returning, slowly, though any obvious sign of arousal was not. Nor was Gord showing a swollen life, understandable since the two tremendous orgasms we'd had this morning had depleted our bodies, if not our lust.
"I think the least we ought to do," Gord suggested to me, "is thank Rick for his effort."
I nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. C'mere, neighbor."
Rick was wearing nothing but a broad smile as he moved closer. Gord intercepted him and took his friend's face in his hands, their lips locking. This sight, and the view of an engorged cock pointing at me past Gord's hip, was the most incredible thing.
I was an incorriglble voyeur now. Rick's hand was absently stroking his distension, his thumb smearing a sticky bead of precome over his spongy head. He was a wondrous sight, perfectly proportioned, broadly thickening an inch behind the nearly purple, bulbous helmet which crowned his shaft. I imagined how completely he'd fill my ass.
Surely he shaved his balls because they had the look of fine silk, gently bouncing against the heel of his hand as he stroked, and Gord moved to his chest to lick a tight circle around a puckered nipple.
"Watching you guys in the Jacuzzi about killed me," Rick murmured. "I wanted to drop my jeans and jerk off on the spot."
"No one was stopping you," I said. "But aren't you glad you waited?"
With those words I knelt before him. Gord was my mirror image, simultaneously moving to the floor beside me. Rick was facing the TV, and Gord handed him the remote.
"Start the disk again," Gord instructed him. "And describe to us exactly what you're seeing."
Gord took Rick's cock, which was throbbing involuntarily, and fed it to me. I treated it with complete reverence, rolling my tongue around the head in four lazy circles, then dragging very slowly to where it continued to leak its excitement. I leaned in to Gord and offered him a little of what I'd licked up, and Rick's moan suggested to us that he was watching with inflamed interest.
"What I'm seeing exactly is two gorgeous guys sharing my precome," he almost grunted.
"On the TV!" I said, laughing, and swatted his firm, bare ass with a loud smack.
He tried to provide a description of what was on the large screen, but his commentary was spilling from him in shallow, unintelligible gasps. No matter, for the two men kneeling in front of him had lived the scene.
I offered his thickly veined length to Gord, repaying a favor, holding a loose fist around the circumference. But I moved it away just as Gord's tongue drew near, rudely slapping his cheek with it, then thrust it back at him. Twice more I did this, until Gord's impatience grew clear. He wanted Rick's cock in his mouth, and he wanted it now.
"Spread your legs a little," I said, and Rick complied without delay. As Gord took at least half of this magnificent cock into his hungry mouth, I sucked my middle finger then buried it three knuckles deep up Rick's ass. He wobbled as I began to fuck him with an agonizingly slow pace.
I felt Gord's hand against mine as he caressed Rick's balls, kneading the two orbs that floated in the velvet sac. We took turns sucking his cock, first slowly, then with less delicate intent. Soon we were a frenzy of hands and tongues, and together we gnawed on his shaft from either side, our lips brushing as we devoured him.
Rick's lungs had abandoned him now, and we knew he was close. I quickened my pace, my finger pistoning into and out of his ass.
My free hand reached across to find Gord's heavy, flaccid cock, and I slapped it up and down in my palm. He did likewise, just until Rick's throaty groans suggested his orgasm was imminent. Rick's hand fell to his cock and he began working its length furiously, flying from its base to its angry cockhead, grazing the finely cut ridge, and Gord and I drew back in anticipation.
We first saw the trickle, a small drip which I think I felt on my thigh. And then we saw the torrent. The first roped almost in slow motion at Gord, splashing him just in front of his ear, at his neat sideburn. The second was a direct hit on me, full and rich and hot on the cheekbone.
We both turned to squarely face Rick, who must have been storing this glorious load for some time. His aim was true as he directed his copious flow from Gord to me and back again, our mouths open. We tasted his come on our tongues, and felt it on our foreheads, our chins and in our hair. We encouraged him graphically, and we couldn't get enough.
The three of us were an unholy, spectacular mess. Rick would have collapsed if he hadn't braced himself on our shoulders, and Gord and I finally eased him down to the floor, his entire body trembling.
For a good long wordless time there we stayed, our bodies entwined, arms and legs draped this way and that. We enjoyed the feel of each other's cocks, playing gently, squeezing and stroking.
"Now that would have made a movie," Gord said, finally, as we gingerly drew ourselves up and moved toward the Jacuzzi.
"Be careful what you wish for," Rick replied weakly. "It might come true."
"Is that a promise?" I asked. "Or a threat?"
We were like prunes by the time we pulled ourselves out of the Jacuzzi and came back inside, our clothes still nothing but a rumor. By then the first draft of the script was nearly complete in our minds, and as Rick picked up the phone, offering a few roles, he surely knew that, this time, the filmmaker would be on the other side of the camera.
The auditions would begin at my place late that afternoon, fueled by fertile imaginations and red wine, and I would quickly learn that Rick and Gord had the most intriguing way of judging prospective talent.
(to be continued)