My lover Mike and I have a great sex life together which we spice up every now and then by servicing straight dudes together. We've been together for 8 years, but we've only had our "hobby" for the past two years. Until recently we'd limited ourselves to only married or divorced men who were between 30 and 55. Then Sage came on the scene and we broke both those rules.
It was late Saturday morning, Mike and I were doing our weekly chores. Mike was mowing the lawn and I was cleaning the pool. I was balanced at the pool's edge skimming the water's surface when Sage came around the corner from the front of the house. The sight of him nearly sent me headlong into the pool.
Big, beefy, butch and blond about sums him up. He stood at about 6'3", 210 lbs., with a riot of flaxen hair framing a face which could have come straight out of the imagination of Michelangelo. He was dressed in nothing more than work boots, wool socks and a pair of well worn, low slung, Levi cut-offs which, had they been any shorter or tighter, would have had resulted in a charge of public lewdness. His body was magnificent, beefy and super toned. I was frozen in place, mesmerized by the sheer beauty of this super male specimen. Our eyes met over the pool fence, even from 40' I could see their sparkling blue color. He flashed a smile which made me weak in the knees, I stepped back from the pool's edge and dropped the skimmer. I headed for the gate, never once taking my eyes off him.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"I was wondering if you needed a handyman or garden work done? I'm reasonable and do good work. My name is Sage."
I knew just the kind of handiwork I wanted to do with this stud, but I behaved. "Hi Sage, I'm Glenn." I shook his hand and appreciated his strong grasp. "We just may have something." Mike and I had been wanting to put in a new daylily bed, but neither of us had been ambitious enough to do the hard work of turning over the hard packed New England soil. "Let me check with my friend," I said. "Would you mind waiting here while I get him. He's down by the brook mowing the lawn. Have a seat," I pointed to one of the patio chairs, "I'll be back in a minute."
I walked out back and down to the brook. When Mike saw me waving wildly he shut off the mower and climbed down from the seat, heading toward me.
"What's up?"
"You won't believe what just walked into our yard. He's only in his early 20s, but wait 'til you see him." I filled Mike in on the details. We were walking back toward the house and nearly in view of the patio. Mike wasn't sure it was a good idea that we break our age rule when he saw Sage sitting back in the Adirondak chair, legs spread wide and a bulging basket very much in view.
"On second thought, there are exceptions to every rule." He laughed. "My God, he's a god."
"Told you."
As we approached Sage stood to greet us. I introduced him to Mike and then the two of us showed him the place where we wanted the daylily bed. After a bit of discussion it was agreed that Sage would do the job. He wanted to get started then and there, but our neighbor Joe was due over in an hour for swimming, a cookout and his weekly blow job; we didn't intend to miss out on that.
We talked with Sage for awhile, it was decided he'd come over at 4:00 on Wednesday, dig the bed, swim and have dinner with us. It was obvious he was disappointed and I sensed he needed money, so I offered to give him $25.00 in advance to seal the deal. He left with the money and a big smile on his face.
We'd learned a number of things in our brief conversation. He was 22, single (rule two shot to hell) and lived with his dad on a horse farm just outside of town. We also learned that while the Fates had been overly kind to him in body and looks they'd shortchanged him when it came to brains. He was the real life version of the big, dumb, blond jock stereotyped by the character on Coach.
After he left Mike looked at me grinning from ear to ear. "How'd we ever miss seeing that hunk?"
"I don't know, but the thought of going down on him has me hard already."
"Me too. Thank God we've got Joe today I'm in the mood for some serious cock sucking now."
Joe didn't disappoint us. Maybe it was the hot weather, but he was as horny as we were. He out did himself cumming for us three times rather than his typical double header. We'd no sooner gotten him in the pool then Mike and I trapped him on the pool stairs and got him off in record time. The other two times were in bed after dinner. Still as much as we enjoyed our sessions with Joe we both were anxious for Wednesday to arrive.
Wednesday had to be one of the hottest days of the summer, the temperature was still 91 when I pulled into the driveway at 4:00. Sage was leaning against his truck waiting, again wearing only work boots, socks and the low slung cut-offs. I greeted him and we made small talk about the weather.
"You sure it's not too hot for you to work?" I asked.
"I like it hot." He said, while I resisted making a snappy come back.
Instead I said, "I hope you like steak, fries and salad."
"Cool. Can't wait to swim either."
"Good. Mike'll be home soon, why don't you get started so that we can relax and enjoy the evening."
"You got it. Where do you keep your tools."
Again I swallowed the line that instantly came to my lips and said, "there in the shed out behind the pool, use whatever you need, including the rototiller."
"Cool."
I changed into a pair of shorts and tee-shirt and was making the salad when Mike came through the door.
"I see our stud is hard at work."
"He was waiting in the driveway when I got home. Do you think he ever dresses?"
"I hope not."
"You're right. I'd like to see him wearing even less," I laughed.
By 7:00 dinner was nearly ready and we had a new daylily bed to be planted. I suggested to Sage that he just had time to take a shower before dinner. I don't think he'd thought about it, but immediately agreed to the suggestion. I gave him a towel and left him in the bathroom, shutting the door as I left.
10 minutes later Sage appeared, hair damp, wearing only his enticing cut-offs. He looked clean and totally edible. He eagerly accepted my offer of a beer and by the time dinner was finished had sucked down three others. He had a noticable buzz going. Mike finished the priming by lighting up a joint of what Sage called "butt kicking weed."
Once he was totally loose Mike suggested we go for a swim, to which Sage immediately agreed. I offered him the use of a bathing suit, having in mind a very small white thong which we had in our collection, but he said he didn't need it. I assumed he intended to swim in his cut-offs.
We walked out to the pool and Sage stood by the edge, looking around him. Once he was satisfied that we had total privacy he unbuttoned his cut-offs, dropped them and kicked them aside. I looked at Mike, he looked at me and we both looked at Sage just long enough to satisfy our curiousity before he jumped in. Our glance had provided us enough of a view to assure us that his equipment was the same perfection as the rest of his body. The guy was sporting a polish sausage which totally dead had to measure 5X5 drapped over a beautiful pair of meaty balls the size of hen eggs.
My own cock hardened up in my boxer swim suit, I was sure Mike was in the same condition. We both got into the pool to cool down and hide our increasingly obvious arousal. Sage, jock that he is did laps like some crazed Olympic star. Mike and I just stood there in awe of his raw masculinity and power.
After doing about 10 round trip laps Sage hoisted himself up on the edge of the pool. He seemed a little dazed and didn't seem to notice Mike and me staring at him. Almost absent mindedly he grasped his thick shaft between his thumb and first finger casually flipping his meat. It began plumping up before Sage realized what he was doing and that we were watching him do it.
"Oh, sorry. I almost forgot where I was." He seemed totally unembarrassed, just polite enough to know that some people might take offense at such a public display. "It's just that I'm awful horny, my little buddy here craves attention."
"No need to apologize to us," Mike said. "We're guys, believe me we know what it's like."
"I was out in California, just got back, ain't had no sex since I got here, three weeks now," he explained.
"Well no wonder you're horny," I said. "If I'd gone three weeks without I'd be ready to fuck a snake."
"I am. You got any?"
Mike was being dense. "Any what?"
"Snakes."
"Oh, I get it. No we don't have any snakes, but if you're interested we
have a solution to your problem."
I couldn't believe Mike was being so ballsy.
Sage seemed interested though. "Like what?"
"You ever have a blow job?"
"Sure. Who hasn't? One of my favorite ways of gettin' off."
"Well we can arrange for you to have one hell of a blow job if you're interested."
"You two are gay guys, right?"
"Yup," Mike answered him.
"And you want to suck my cock, right?"
"That's about it."
"Sheez, I thought so." He seemed surprised that he'd pieced it together.
"Well what do you say?" Mike had him nibbling at the bait, now he wanted to hook him.
"Had lots of offers like this before, but ain't never done it. Never been this horny though."
"Try it. If you don't like it we'll stop, no hard feelings."
"You know I'm not gay. I won't do anything to you guys."
"That's the way we want it."
"OK. I'll give it a try."
During this entire exchange I'd been watching Sage's meat grow into an incredibly thick pole sticking a good 9 inches straight out from his tight ball sac.
"Why don't the 3 of us go into the house where we can do this right," I said.
Sage hoisted himself up, while Mike and I stepped out of the pool. We dropped our bathing suits on the patio next to Sage's cut-offs; then the three of us walked naked and hard, drying off as we went, directly to our bedroom. No sooner had we entered than I pushed Sage back onto the bed and like some cock hungry whore dove for his meaty package.
I was a man possessed, swallowing everything he had to offer. I made love to his cock while Mike pushed under me to work on his huge balls. If Sage still had any doubts about a man blowing him they disappeared almost as quickly as his dick down my throat. He was moaning and giving us verbal encouragement.
"This is so radical," he panted, "feels too good. Take it all, yeah, eat me. Lick those balls. That's it you know how to do it."
Not that we needed any prodding. Mike and I were going at it like we'd never had dick before. This was one Grade A prime piece of beefsteak and we certainly knew what to do to it. I knew I had to share the main prize with Mike; only my love for him made it possible to remove this perfect example of mancock from my mouth, turning it over to him in on quick motion before I changed my mind.
I ran my tongue up over Sage's hard stomach, working my way up to his hard nipples. Mike was lost in a sucking frenzy, enjoying Sage's manhood as much as I had. I could tell my nipple work was having the desired effect pushing him closer to the brink.
His head was trashing about, he was moaning and groaning, thrusting his hips up to meet Mike's descending mouth. He was close and I wanted to be at the center of action when the time came. I dragged my tongue back down his stomach, pausing briefly at his naval to dip the point of my tongue in and then moving on to his rigid shaft.
I lapped at it each time Mike's mouth moved up to the fat circumsized head. I could feel it throbbing and then the pulsing began. I knew Mike was being rewarded with a fresh batch of hot cock juice. When his mouth was filled to over-flowing he signaled me to take over. I took it quickly into my mouth missing not a single drop.
It was one heavy load. I thought I'd get just a couple of weak squirts, but he pumped my mouth full, I swallowed and it again filled his musky thick white cum. After a second fill up I turned it back to Mike who drained the last of it.
The three of us fell back exhausted, gasping for air. Mike and I were so hot we broke another rule. We needed release and it didn't matter much that Sage was still there. We took hold of our cocks and each of us shot off a huge load in record time.
Sage propped himself up on his elbows and watched us explode. He was grinning like the Chesire Cat. "That was awesome, ain't never seen another dude blow his load, never mind two at the same time. And you guys are great. That's the best head I've ever had. I'd have done this a whole lot sooner if I knew it would be like this."
Needless to say Mike and I have developed a whole list of odd jobs that should keep Sage working HARD well into this Fall.