The Bareback Barback

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It's April 3, and I'm standing in the airport's waiting area. I'm so excited that I can hardly stand it anymore. Where is his plane? Where is he? He was Pete, and his plane was delayed an hour because of a snowstorm up north. I paced, drank two coffees and a Red Bull, and walked more. I had nowhere to be, but the wait was killing me. Another Red Bull, and it most likely would have. I asked the gate crew how much longer and if they had another update so many times that the next time I approached the desk, the friendly but now impatient agent held up her hand. "I have nothing else to tell you differently from five minutes ago."

I slunk away. Then the moment arrived, "We're happy to announce the arrival of Flight 554 from LaGuardia. Guests are requested to wait in the passenger waiting area until your party departs the landing gate."

I jumped up from my seat and was sweating. It wasn't particularly hot, but the snow from a few days ago had all melted and warmed up to the mid-50s. It wasn't warm enough to go without a jacket yet. I had laid mine somewhere during my interminable wait for Pete. I stood back and allowed everyone else to greet their arrivals, waiting to see my special passenger. He wasn't anywhere in the crowd, and I began to have a sinking feeling that he hadn't made it. I looked for my jacket and sat down for a minute, the buzz wearing off from the coffee and adrenaline. Couple that with utter sadness, and my euphoria was crashing around me, and I felt myself on the verge of tears. I had groomed, plucked, shaved, and waxed in preparation for today. I ate nothing this morning because I knew I would be in knots waiting for him. Now I was hungry. I let my head drop to my chest and felt the tears coming. Just before they arrived, a pair of strong hands grabbed my shoulders. I reached up and touched them and knew it was him.

I bolted up and turned around, jumping over the hard plastic seat in the waiting area, and hugged him so hard for so long that he quit breathing. "OK, Champ, I can't breathe."

I let him go and went in for a light hug around his waist with my head nestled on his hard chest. He reached around me, kissed me on the top of my head, and held me for a minute. The tears so close to falling evaporated.

"You made it," I gushed, reaching around him again for another hug, "I was getting worried."

"There was a minute or two that I didn't think I would," he said, putting his strong arm around me as we walked towards baggage claim.

"But, I've got some bad news for you, at least you might think it is. After considering the two places you looked at and some negotiating with the agents, I decided on the penthouse. I hope you don't feel like I wasted your time, but in the end, it was furnished, and even though I had to sign an eighteen-month lease, it ended up being the best deal. Now, I don't have to be a Suzy homemaker for the next two weeks except for shopping for some towels, bed linens, and a few basic groceries. Besides, I'm yours every day when you're done with classes. The benefit is that you don't have to spend your second year in a dorm. When I have to return to New York, it's all yours to use until the lease ends. And they have an indoor and outdoor pool. You might enjoy that, along with the nicely equipped gym."

I was floored, but since I knew the view in the bedroom and what he said made good sense, I wasn't annoyed. "Hey, actually, that probably does make for the best outcome."

"Jeff said he was impressed with your ability to look through some things at the other places and see an end result. He said he'd like to see us when we're settled in. He also mentioned that the pool is rarely busy indoors and out, which got me thinking we might have a use for our Mexico swim trunks more often," he grabbed my neck and felt along my hairline.

"How well do you know Jeff?" I asked.

"He was recommended by another partner who had some business in the area last year. Said he was top-notch. I've never met him myself; why?"

"Oh, I was just wondering. He spoke like he knew you well. He wasn't name-dropping; I thought you might have known each other better than you say now."

"Hey, if he makes you uncomfortable, we can blow him off."

"No, we can't do that. Nothing like that, just curious."

When we got to the apartment, a bottle of champagne and a charming vase of flowers sat on the dining table with a note from Jeff welcoming us to our new home.

"That was thoughtful," I said when I saw the card. "We got to give him points for his follow-through."

Pete teased my hair and stared at me for an uncomfortable moment.

"What?" I asked him.

"You really do amaze me. How did you become so nice and sweet? I knew you were when I met you, but you know how to do this well. Have you fibbed about your past at home?"

I smiled at him, took his hand, and kissed it. "No fibbing, no background, just being me."

"That's what I love about you." He put his arm around me, and I laid my head on his chest, looking around our new place.

Pete arrived on a Wednesday, and after going shopping for some towels and a bed set, by Friday, he was climbing the walls with boredom. I was still in classes for another month. Thank goodness I had an early day on Friday.

"What the hell am I going to do with myself the next two weeks?" he groaned when I got home.

"I watched you yesterday, and I think I saw this coming. Your work gives you a lot of satisfaction and you only know yourself by doing it. Why don't you set up the office exactly how you want it -- get a new laptop or something, get some office supplies, paint it, decorate it, whatever. Make it yours. Then on Monday, get your ass on some work project that you can do remotely or something that is going to enhance your work time here. I don't think you need me to tell you that, but Dad, you're a fish out of water."

He looked at me like he might punch me at first, but then he softened quickly, put out his hand for mine, and pulled me to him. "How in the hell did you get so smart?" He asked, kissing me on the chin and smiling.

"I'm smart, sweet, and gorgeous, remember?"

He laughed at me, "Yes, you are and more. And I want to make love to you right now."

I teased him, "You don't have to ask for that, and you'll never have to ask twice."

He laughed some more, "That I already knew!"

We walked into the bedroom together, and he began unbuttoning his shirt. I removed my T-shirt and looked over at the mirror. That damn mirror was either going to make or break our sex lives together. He came over, put his arm around me, and looked at us in the mirror together. He turned his head, nuzzled his nose into my neck, and breathed me in. He dug in further with his nose and pushed around my hairline and into my hair. I moaned because it looked so damn sexy. This muscular man with his perfect body next to me, a teenager still, and he was enraptured with me. I was lean, athletic, and tight, but he was a hunk of a man interested in me. I lifted my arm, and he moved to my pit, still smelling me, still lost in my essence. I slipped out of my shorts and underwear, and he got to his knees slowly and smelled my waist and my hips. He got in front of me and began smelling my pubic hair and balls. He had never done something like this before, and it was making me very horny, and it was so damn sexy.

He got up, took me to the bed, and sat me down. He still hadn't removed his shirt, and his pants buckled. I unbuttoned his pants, let them fall to the floor, and removed a pair of my silky underwear he stole from me, apparently this morning. He was raging hard, and I moved my open mouth to his hard cock. He hurriedly grabbed my face and pulled his hips back. He wasn't allowing me to suck him today. He knelt down, and I put my hand on his shoulder through his open shirt and slipped it off him. He gently pushed me back on the bed, pulled me to the edge, and lifted my legs towards my chest. I looked down at him as he looked back at me and watched him move his face to my hole. In all the time we'd been together, Pete had never rimmed me. He had me horned up with all this sniffing foreplay, and when his mouth hit my hole, I shuddered and let out a loud gasp. It felt like heaven, and it was from the man I wanted it from the most. He timidly licked and flicked his tongue on my hole, took a few deep breaths, and ate me out like a pro. I wondered momentarily when he got the nerve to go down on me. Then he began rubbing his beard on my inner thighs. I was paralyzed with lust and started moaning like a pornstar in heat. I was panting and gasping alternately, and getting hyped up. I knew it helped Pete realize he was doing great, and he dug in and went at me a little more confidently.

"Stud," I moaned between gasps, "breed me."

I knew he would be ready for me as I was for him. I scooted my head back to the pillows and lay there waiting for him to lube up a little, enjoying a magnificent view of someone I loved. He had me wrapped around his little finger, and he knew it.

He got between my open legs and pushed into my hole. He had done a fantastic job getting me ready because his firmness didn't get any resistance. He slid to the hilt in one stroke. He was engorged and rock solid today. If I hadn't been adequately prepped, his cock could have done some serious damage. I sighed as he hit the bottom and wrapped my feet around his back. He came down to my face with his and kissed me passionately.

"Stay there, keep your face next to mine," I asked him as I spread my legs to allow him unhindered access to my waiting hole. He nuzzled his nose again behind my ear. He started delivering one of the most sensual fucks we ever had together. His thrusts glided perfectly into me, and he was breathing methodically but heavily as he made love to me. I kissed his neck and ran my hands over his gloriously muscled back and shoulders. I looked over his shoulder into the mirror and saw his gorgeous ass rising and falling in a perfect cadence to bring us both close to a hard climax. I started feeling the slow but determined rise of my come starting from deep within my balls, and he began firming up as if he wasn't steel hard already. We didn't need words anymore. We knew each other well enough to know the inevitable was coming. He started gasping, and I felt his load hit hard in single shots deep inside me. I started blowing between us and crying out in ecstasy. We were both trembling as we let out the last of our juice. He groaned as the orgasm finished, and I lay speechless. He gently withdrew and lay beside me with his elbow pointed out and his hand on the back of his head.

"Oh my god," he finally said. "If I had known the sex would be this good with a man, I would have never gotten married. You are absolutely fantastic."

"You are excellent in bed," I said, "You do things to me I've never felt before."

He pulled me over to his armpit, and I laid my head down on him.

"Did you have a choice?" I asked, "Was there a guy you might have considered being with in your past?"

"No, not any specific man. I've known for a long time that some men made me feel all gushy, not in a feminine way, but they melted me. I never understood it, and I definitely never tried anything. As far as a choice, I was growing up in the seventies, and while it was free love and all, gay wasn't a choice for me, and I never really thought I was anyhow."

"Do you think you are now? Or if a 'right woman' came along, would you go back to hetero sex?"

"A 'right woman,' as you say, would probably be easy at my age, but sex isn't everything, and I don't know how, but I fell in love with you. So I don't know if there is any more right women for me. It's been so long since she and I had sex, but from what I remember, it was pretty straightforward, nothing earth-shattering like you and I have together. I don't even think our honeymoon was very eventful sexually. I've had stronger, better orgasms with you in a week, and, well, come to think of it, I was going to say that she and I ever had in a year, but I don't remember any. Sometimes, before the no-sex thing, I'd have good orgasms, but not for anything she did to cause them. Oh, damn, I went too far and talked too much there, didn't I?"

I snuggled closer to him, "No, you didn't! I hope the questions didn't hurt. That wasn't my intention."

"I doubt you could ever hurt me; you asked a few questions that I should have probably thought of myself. That's not hurtful. How did you start when did you know you would never be with a woman?"

"I think the earliest memories of any man that meant something to me emotionally was the husband of a couple my parents would visit occasionally and take us with them. My dad and he would do woodworking projects and stuff, and I was always with them, so I doubt it was anything more than friendship between them; I think I was seven. This guy, whose name was Mike, would be nice to me, probably like you'd be nice to your daughter's friends at that age. He'd ask questions about school and sports. And none of it was ever creepy or weird, and I didn't even think he thought much more about us after we went home after a visit. But he made me melt, like you said. Honestly, now I couldn't tell you what color his hair was if he had a beard or mustache, if he had a body on him. None of that, and we didn't even interact too often, that much I remember. But his kindness and interest made me feel good inside in a way his wife didn't. She wasn't mean and was just as nice, but I didn't feel for her like I did for him. Then, I remember male teachers, while paying no special attention to me, made me feel better than almost all of the female teachers did. There was a comfort about being around the guy teachers. Men made me feel some sort of bond, even if there really never was one, that a woman never did. My first masturbation was thinking about a boy in my class. I can't remember who or when -- I might have been 12. As far as 'starting,' I am guessing you mean with whom and when. You'd be surprised that it was my 18th birthday with a cousin -- a much older cousin -- Billy. So, while this is new to you, I only started about nine months earlier than your first time."

"Wow! I think the word 'melt' is the best description I had for it. It's interesting you used it, too. Maybe you can't help who you fall in love with, man or woman. I have fallen head over heels for you. You don't have to say if it's too personal, but you said Billy was much older -- how much older?"

"He's 32, and the night I lost my virginity to him, I thought I loved him. Billy was married once, but I think he discovered, like us, that women didn't do it. He tried, for sure; he was married twice actually and had at least a dozen girlfriends that the family met. Everyone wanted to see him settle down and get married. He had been in prison for a year; I don't know what for, no one talks about it. But after prison, he quit dating; he said he was too old for that anymore. He was smoking hot; he had a strange-looking beard and mustache, really straight -- like ancient Persians - and shaved the back of his head but had a bit on top that was always nicely styled. He had a lot of muscle and definition, but he wasn't huge; he was just cut up and had nice proportions. My birthday party was at his house because he had a pool. Everyone had left, I had turned 18, and I said I wanted to stay there to swim some more. He started fooling around with my stuff when we were alone. One kiss led to another, and before I knew it, I was in his bed, and he was eating me out. He was so gentle when he made love to me; it wasn't a fuck, really; he took his time, he was patient, and he talked me through everything. I was so enthralled to have a hot guy take me that I spent the weekend at his place. I didn't necessarily care that he was my cousin. He made me melt."

"He sounds like a wild card. Did you ever think of a younger guy, closer to your age?"

"He is more than the wild card, but he's always been nice to me. I don't feel weird about him being my first. He taught me more in that long weekend about sex than I think I would have learned in ten years with the wrong person. As far as younger guys, I've had plenty of sex with guys my age. I can count on it being quick and clumsy. I mean, I guess I was clumsy my first few times, but I could picture what I wanted from sex to somewhat see the end result. Billy drilled it into me, maybe a little too literally, to be considerate of your partner. I like guys my age for a quick nut, like when you jack off to feel better. But that's what you get with no connection and no friendship."

Pete was quiet for a little while. Then he asked, "So, do you think you still love Billy?"

I chuckled, "Not that way anymore. He set me straight by the end of the weekend. He told me that us being any more than related fuck buddies was out of the question. He said he was too old for me and I should find someone closer to my age. I'm grateful for what he did. At least my first time wasn't traumatic. I thought I loved him, but it was because he was my first, and you get all confused about that stuff."

"I know something about being confused about being gay, but you need to know that I'm not confused about us at all. I just haven't figured everything out about all this. I love that you're patient with me. I'm sure I was clumsy my first few times with you. I know I'm older than Billy, and I know that you make me happier than I've ever been in my life. I don't even care that I'm old enough to be your father. Your age isn't important to me, you are -- just the way you are."

I took his free hand and interlocked my fingers with his. I kissed him lightly on his chest and rubbed his belly, "You're not confused about being gay. Maybe you don't understand how it happened to you, that's all. And it hasn't been that long since you lost your virginity to me. I don't remember anything at all clumsy about you. I've had a great few months knowing you, and I'm excited about this summer and not just for the sex. I'm glad you asked. I needed to get some of that off my chest anyhow."

"I thought about this weekend, and I know I didn't discuss it with you before, but the weather is supposed to be gorgeous, and I found a little farm outside town. Have you ever ridden horses?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Once here or there at the neighbor's farm, but it was really a walk across the yard if I remember that right. No real running or jumping or anything."

"Are you up to give it a try? We can wear some new summer clothes."

"Sure, that sounds like fun actually. Do they have lessons? I think I'd need a little time with someone who can give me the basics."

"Yeah, actually, they do have lessons. I could brush up. It's been years since I've ridden."

We took off early the following day to the farm; it was only a half hour outside of town, and the scenery couldn't be prettier. The dogwood trees were beginning to come into bloom. I heard something about a festival the following weekend. The stables were immaculate, and all around the farm was a white fence. It really stood out against the green of the trees and grass. It was very picturesque. Pete secured a trainer for both of us, and he led us to the stables to pick our horses; they were tremendous, curious, and very friendly. We spent an hour learning how to guide the horse, ways to manipulate the reins to be able to stop and turn, and building a relationship with the horse so they trusted us. After our training, we were set loose on a beautifully manicured lawn and track to run.

I took off on a slow trot, and Pete was beside me. The morning was cool but warming quickly, and the fresh air felt fantastic. I went into a gallop, and my horse was doing fantastic for me. At least, from what I knew about horses, he was doing what I intended to do. Pete seemed to be struggling to get his horse at the same pace as mine, and I slowed down for him to catch up.

"I don't remember having this much trouble when I was younger riding. He doesn't seem to want to go for me." The trainer ran out to meet us and found the bit had slipped and adjusted it for Pete, and after that, we were running the track at a decent pace together. It was nice being outdoors after a long, cold winter. And aside from Mexico, this was the first time we had done anything like this together.

We picked up our speed and were soon into a full-out measured run. It felt glorious to be in the sunlight with Pete next to me again. We tried several different paces and finally settled on a steady canter. The track was beginning to get busier, and within another hour, the fun we were having was overtaken by a few too many other riders. Aside from that, my thighs felt the constant stretch of being on a saddle, and I think Pete began feeling the same.

"They have a nice little place here for lunch. Are you interested in getting a bite to eat before going home? My legs are starting to ache."

"Mine are, too. Lunch would be nice."

This was no rinky dink little farm, but a full-on experience. The nice little place was an intimate dining room in an old antebellum farm with a wall of windows facing the track. Inside, a fireplace was crackling, and well-dressed servers were busy taking orders from an expensive menu or delivering drinks and lunches served on china. There was hushed talk from the patrons, and many women wore expensive jewelry and had tea and assorted pastries with each other. I had never been to one, but this felt like a country club.

Pete was helpful enough to pick out my clothes for me today. I didn't feel out of place, even if the clothes looked like they came from a GQ summer edition magazine. These wouldn't have been my first choice in attire, but I fit in, and no one clutched their pearls as we walked to our table. Pete and I weren't dressed exactly alike, but similarly, and he always turned heads in public. I think we both got our fair share of looks.

"Thank you," I said when we sat, "for ensuring I looked right today. I don't feel uncomfortable in these clothes, but you know this isn't how I usually dress."

"You look great, even if this isn't your usual. You don't look any different than anyone here, well, except maybe one thing. . . ," he replied.

I looked at him curiously.

"No guy in your age bracket looks nearly as good as you do," he smiled as he finished.

I don't know how he could still do it, but he made me blush momentarily.

I scanned the dining room, "You know the same could be said for you."

Later in April, we were both having dinner at home, takeout, I think, when Pete looked at me.

"So your birthday is in a few days. It might be fun to run up to DC for the weekend. Anything special you want to do."

I considered it and decided to do the Smithsonian Air and Space tour. Pete also thought it might be a good weekend to go to dinner in Georgetown again. I was thrilled and excited to get out of town for a bit. I had finals, was studying my behind-off, and needed a mental break. This would be an excellent time for that. And who wouldn't want to be escorted by Pete? He was spoiling me, and we have had a great time living together in the past two weeks. The sex was great and frequent, of course, but being near him, smelling him, hugging and kissing him when he got home from work or I returned from school was probably the best part. He wasn't a chatterbox, but he kept a conversation going, and we talked about almost everything. We even talked about those things we found challenging or emotionally draining. It was nice to be around someone so intelligent and sexy.

I got a text from Sean right before bed asking me if we could meet up at the gym in the morning. I met him early the next day, and he smiled broadly as I approached the door.

"Hey stranger, great to see you," he said, smiling and giving me a big hug at the entrance. I looked around and realized I no longer cared if he didn't. I didn't want him hurt, but I had no problems hugging a dude in public anymore.

"Hey buddy, good to see you, too," I said. He did seem genuinely happy when I met up with him. "Do you want to get some coffee afterward?"

He looked at me surprised as we went off to the locker room.

"What?" I looked at him curiously.

"Isn't Pete in town? Did you mean real coffee?" he started laughing.

I started howling, realizing that every time we had coffee, we either had sex or coffee then sex together.

"Pete is in town, and yes, only coffee today," I snickered.

"Shoot, don't get my hopes up. You're torturing me," he said as he sat down on the bench in the changing area. It was still early and not busy at the gym yet. I sat down next to him, put my arm around him, and kissed him quickly on the forehead.

"I'm sorry. I know it's been an adjustment for me, too," I said, "I miss our time together."

"An adjustment, you say? It's been pure hell for me," he sniffed. I felt terrible for him. We had just started what seemed to be an excellent relationship, only for it to cut off. I knew why I had to cut it off, but it was unfair to Sean in many ways.

"Why don't we lift today and see if we can talk between sets?" I asked.

We got dressed and hit the weight room. Sean had been progressing well on his own and was showing some nice gains. If you only saw him occasionally, you wouldn't have noticed much. Still, having been intimately close to him, I knew where he was progressing.

"Sean, you're doing great. I notice a lot of progress. I miss you, though, and you know I'm going to make more of an effort to do this with you. We might not be FWB at the moment, but I know Pete isn't going to ask me to stop seeing my friends -- and that's who you are to me."

"The guy makes me jealous; I will tell you that. I know it's immature and childish," he said, putting the weight back on the rack.

"No, it's not. I'd probably feel the same way if the situation was reversed," I answered. He looked at me sadly.

"Well, I once said that I'd be satisfied if we could only be training partners. I'm not satisfied that I don't get your dick anymore, but I'll work through it," Sean said determinedly.

We worked through the rest of our routine, chatting about when school ended and how things went academically this year. Then, we headed to the locker room. When we were finished dressing for the rest of our day, Sean quickly looked around, moved in, gave me a big kiss on my lips, and then hugged me like close friends. I smiled at him, and we went our separate ways.

My birthday came, and Pete and I were off for the weekend to DC to celebrate. We did our tour of the Smithsonian, had coffee downtown, and got haircuts and beard trims together. We were dressing for dinner and going to be rockstars, so Pete said. We didn't go in looking like mountain men, but when we got out of the chairs, the stylists' work was breathtaking. Nothing in our styles changed, but we looked ready for a night at the Met. When I saw him, I lifted an eyebrow at Pete, and he did the same to me. The stylists got an excellent tip that afternoon.

"You look absolutely fantastic!" Pete said as we sat down for dinner.

"How do you know about all these great places for hair, clothes, and shoes?" I asked him, "Everything is top-notch. The suits still fit even though I've put on some weight. They were excellent before but haven't stretched out with the weight. I've had great haircuts since meeting you, but tonight they outdid themselves. And almost everyone watched us come to the table."

Pete chuckled, "You made them look great with your broad shoulders, the button at your chest nearly popping, and the cut of the suit. The material has some stretch, and muscle weighs more, so you might be heavier, but it is more compact. But you are absolutely gorgeous tonight."

"It must come from my daddy," I laughed. Pete looked around and then laughed at me.

"Did you talk to your folks today?" he asked me.

"Yeah, they called, and I told them about our trip," I said.

"You did? What did they have to say about it? Do they know you're. . ." Pete asked, somewhat startled.

"I told them I was going with a friend, and they thought it would be a nice experience for me and told me to be careful. And to the last question, no, but you never know. I didn't date or even go to my prom, so either they think I'm a loser, or I'm uninterested in girls right now, or I'm too busy with school. I hope they don't hound me like they did with Billy."

"Ah, that's right, today's an anniversary, too. What do you think about it, one year later?" Pete asked.

"I didn't give that much thought, truthfully. He's my cousin. We spent a weekend together, and he taught me a little about what gay is and should be, in his opinion. I don't think he is an expert, but the stuff he discussed and did has been accurate and helpful. I think he did the best he knew how to, and I'm happy it was someone I trusted who wasn't in it for just themselves. I knew I was gay; I just had never done anything about it."

"Well, I'll probably never meet him, but I would thank him if I did. Not for just that but to help you adjust to being gay without recriminations. Have you considered seeing your family this summer, even for a weekend?"

"I have wondered if you would go with me," I replied.

"Oh, Champ, you should know I can't do that under any circumstances. First, they would immediately know what was happening when I got out of the car. No parent would accept that their son had a man my age as his friend, even if it was just that, much like if I met an older man with one of my daughters. No, I don't want to disappoint you, but that's impossible. Besides, you will be visiting your family; you don't need me to distract you from that. Spend the time with them; I'll be at home waiting for you."

"But I'm 19 now and can make my own decisions," I whined.

"You are 19, and you're still their son. And you could make that decision, but those always come with consequences. Is taking me to meet them something that helps your relationship with them? I tend to not think so. And anyhow, I'm not budging. I cannot go with you."

"OK, I get it. I should go, even if it's for a couple days. It's just not here. That place, that town, is so disgusting to me now."

"You're going to visit them, not take a tour of your hometown," Pete said, sounding slightly exasperated with me. "I'll tell you what, I'll visit my daughters that same weekend; that way, you and I both do what we need to do without losing extra time together."

I was mollified, and when I thought about it more, he was right, as usual, about this one aspect of my life I didn't care for.

It was mid-May, and I was officially out of my first year. I had a week before my one summer class started. Pete and I stayed in and ordered Thai takeout. During our summer so far, we cooked exactly one meal, but most of the time, we ate out. It was the same as going to the dining hall at school; the only difference was the quality and variety of the food. He had a six-pack of Modelo chilling in the fridge. He brought me one and one for himself as we sat down for dinner, giving me a big kiss on my cheek as he sat it down.

"I'm looking forward to working with you. Monday will be OK to start for you?" Pete asked.

"Yeah, I'm ready to take this on. My class starts the following Wednesday at 9 am. It's two hours, and then, aside from reading and projects,which I can do after work, I'm free the rest of the week."

"I need to map out key dates this summer for project deadlines and then have you set up the meetings. This is a big undertaking, and my secretary in New York is available. However, she's picking up overload from some of the other partners. I'm counting on you to keep me on course. I need you to get with her on Monday morning and get dates from her and when I have to be there."

"Wait, you'll be traveling to New York sometime?"

"Yes, and you're going with me when you're available."

My eyes must have opened as wide as saucers, and Pete started laughing at me, "You thought you were staying alone while I traveled? No, sir, no way, my assistant travels with me; I'll try to schedule just day trips on Wednesdays. We should be getting your laptop this weekend. I hate doing work on weekends, but we waited too long to pick it up, and now we're stuck. It would be best to have a phone, a tablet, and a briefcase. Damn, why did I wait this long?"

"Wait, it's only six o'clock, we can drive up to Best Buy and get all this tonight. And then our weekend is free. Work doesn't always stop at five. We're having dinner and taking a break, we go, get in and out within an hour. You didn't do anything wrong; you wanted to ensure I got the most updated tech to serve you better, right?"

He paused a minute and looked at me with a furrowed brow, "Now, who sounds like the lawyer? Your ability to get straight to the point with some common sense still amazes me. I know you'll do an excellent job keeping me on track and calmed down." He was smiling at this point.

When we returned home with everything and a little more, I put it all in the office. Pete had done an outstanding job making the office an excellent workspace for both of us. Of course, he didn't do the painting. He hired it out to some beefy college guy for a couple hundred bucks. He added $50 for the guy to hook up and hide the cables for the internet.

"I put everything still in their bags in the office. You and I don't have to go in there until Monday morning. It's off limits, and we don't have to think about it." I said to Pete as I closed the door.

He was leaning back, stretched out on the couch with his head resting on the back of it. He had loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. His magnificence was something that always gave me a twitch in my groin, but the sight started making me hard. I went to the fridge, grabbed two beers, and sat beside him. He opened his eyes when he heard me open the beers. I handed him one, and he put his arm around me. I was surprised he didn't lecture me about the second beer for myself. He put his hand on my face and began rubbing slowly up and down.

"Do you want to go unwind at the pool," he asked sleepily, "it's heated and Jeff said it's rarely used. It might be a night for skimpy swim trunks; I've missed seeing you in those. Plus, I could really use a hot tub right now."

"Sure, that would be a good way to wind down. And you, with your hot body in those little trunks, will be something I'd like to see."

We both jumped into the pool wearing our little see-through trunks and swam to the shallow end. No one was there, and it was nice that the place didn't smell like chlorine like most publicly used pools. They obviously had a good ventilation system, and there must not be a lot of kids using it yet. We swam a few laps, sat on the steps at the shallow end, and talked for a while. I got up after a bit and decided to go to the deep end to dive in and swim back. It was a show for Pete, but I knew it would be something he approved of. I was midway to the deep end when I heard the door open. I turned around to see some mid-30s guy walking in. From a distance, I noticed he was tight and in shape and apparently believed in Speedos. He waved at me and smiled. Undeterred, I continued my walk to the end and gracefully dived in for the swim back to the other end. When I got there, Pete was smiling at me.

"That was pretty hot. Is it my turn?"

He didn't wait for an answer, got up, waved at our pool partner, and intrepidly sauntered to the end. It was breathtaking watching his tight ass and the water drip from him in a way that looked very much like a commercial for some watch or high-end cologne. He dived in, perhaps not like a commercial shoot, but still tight enough not to make a big splash and swam towards me exquisitely. I was really in awe of how fluid his movements were and the bulge of his arms when they came out of the water. It was my turn to smile as he took a few steps up to sit back next to me.

Our pool mate must have thought it was some competition between us, and he got up from his seat where he had just settled in with a newspaper and began his show. He gracefully walked the length of the pool in his dry trunks that incidentally looked beautiful on his ass. He had a very lean but not skinny body, and the musculature of his back was impressive. Like us, he didn't turn around but made his walk of glory to the deep end. I looked at Pete briefly; his mouth was open, and his eyes fixed on our new friend. I grabbed his thigh and he turned to me, realized what he was doing, and looked bashful for a second. I laughed at him as our friend dived in.

When our buddy reached the steps, we stood up and clapped for him. The guy's torso was magnificent. He worked out; anyone would know he was proud of his body. He had an absolutely perfect smile and a great haircut and beard trim. He reached out his hand to Pete, "Hi, my name is Andy."

"Nice to meet you; I'm Pete, and this is Thom," he said, motioning to me.

"Nice to meet you both," Andy said as he reached for my hand, "You guys move in recently?"

"Yeah, about six weeks ago. We're just down unwinding after a long week."

"Me, too," Andy said, "my wife and the kids went off to visit her family in DC for a long weekend. I had a few projects I wanted to get done while they were away, so I stayed home. Are you guys," he looked back and forth at each of us and searching for the right word, "roommates?"

"He's my dad," I said as Pete responded simultaneously, "He's my assistant."

Andy looked confused and then back and forth at each of us again.

"He's my son and begins working for me on Monday as my assistant," Pete clarified.

Andy looked at us again but said nothing, "Well, welcome to the neighborhood. I think I'm going to do a few laps."

"Hey, care if we join you? How about 25 in 15?" I asked Andy, looking at Pete.

"That's a little more than I planned, but why not? Do you swim for the university?"

"He does. He just finished his first year and placed in the top 10," Pete said.

"I swam here, too, for college. Never that good though. Great job!" Andy playfully punched my shoulder.

"He's got me in shape; I can keep up with him for the first 100," Pete said, looking at me with pride.

"Not bad, you both do better than I think I ever did," Andy said, looking up and down at Pete, perhaps unconvinced.

I set the timer on my watch and yelled "Go!"

We all took off like bats out of hell, each having a different point to prove to the other. Pete and I were doing well for the first dozen, with Andy lagging behind. I started pacing myself and was determined that I was winning tonight. Pete knew what I was up to and started catching up and then, at one point, overtaking me. Andy was only a half lap behind. I began to become winded, and I knew my laziness since not swimming competitively would hurt me. Andy caught up by a quarter to me now, and Pete was still ahead.

No, I said to myself, "I'm the swimmer here, I'm winning."

I dug in and caught up to Pete on the last lap. Surprised, he looked over at me and took his stroke up a notch. Andy, for his part, did amazingly well but still lagged behind. I was in the home stretch with Pete on me by a length. We finished within seconds of each other. Andy was in the last quarter of the final lap, and we both started cheering him on, hooting at him.

He came out of the pool laughing, "Damn, guys, I feel like I'm back on the team again!" We all gave each other high fives. It was invigorating, and any tired was washed away with a slight buzz of endorphins.

"I'm going to pay for that tomorrow," Pete said, massaging his shoulder, "Excuse me, but I'm going over to the hot tub for a bit."

"I'm going to feel it, too," Andy said, stretching down and touching his ankles, "Do you mind if I join you?"

I didn't really feel out of place, but I wasn't going to be alone, so I followed them both to the hot tub.

Pete and Andy hit it off well and talked a lot about work. Andy was a graphic artist who did a lot of freelance work for companies nationwide. He traveled sometimes but was based in town. Most of the conversation was between Pete and Andy, and I was worked into the discussion occasionally. I didn't really mind or even feel like I had to be a topic, I enjoyed how the hot tub made me feel all woozy. We had all sat longer in the hot tub than planned when Andy finally started to get up.

"Well, guys, it was nice meeting you both. My body has turned into jelly sitting here for so long, and I think I'm heading to bed. Lots to do tomorrow."

"You want to come over and have a drink?" Pete asked, "Take the edge off being alone tonight?"

Andy cocked his eyebrow and was standing up by this point when I noticed his cock firming up. I turned to Pete, and he grabbed at my neck like he does. Andy looked at me and then back to Pete. He smiled that magnificent smile and said, "Hey, sounds good to me." he said, looking at me.

"Let me return to the apartment and get into something dry."

Pete looked Andy up and down and said, "No need."

Andy was fully raging by this point. And the idea of what Pete was planning had me rock solid, too. We all got up as inconspicuously as possible, dried off, and walked back to the elevator to the penthouse.

Andy followed both of us into the living room. Pete turned around and pushed the door closed with his arm stretched over Andy's shoulder. As soon as the door closed, Pete had Andy pushed up against the door kissing him wildly. I turned my head and snickered a second. This was going to be fun tonight. I could feel it. I pulled Pete off Andy by the hair on the back of his head.

"He's not your girlfriend, dad." Pete turned to me and started kissing me passionately. I reached over to Andy's waist and began untying his trunks and then slipped them over his steel-hard cock and down. Pete got sloppy with his kisses and started moaning into my neck and kissing me all over my face, neck, and shoulders. Andy had begun beading precum and had a hand on each of our shoulders.

"That's so fucking hot, you guys," he panted. I pulled away from Pete and went in, kissing Andy with hard, primal kisses on his lips; I bit at his upper lip and then his bottom lip. He was gasping and started stroking himself. Pete grabbed his hand and said, "No, not right now." Then he pushed me away and started kissing Andy on the mouth. Andy was frozen in ecstasy with his eyes looking glazed over into the distance as I began kissing his chest, pinning his arm against the door and kissing in his muscular pits. I worked lower and sucked his nipples until they were hard as rocks, grabbing at his waist. I ground myself against him as he did the best he could to move his hips to face me. I grabbed his meaty ass and massaged his beautiful globes. Pete got down on his knees and started sucking Andy's cock. I got around him and started eating his hairy hole. Andy was in pure agony as two men worked on both sides of his lower body. "Fuck I'm going to bust if you keep that up," he groaned as Pete grabbed his ass and held his mouth on Andy's cock, delivering what must have been a supreme blow job. Andy shrieked, and his ass puckered on my mouth, and I knew Pete was draining his balls. He grunted as the last of his load made it down Pete's throat. He was trembling.

"C'mon, you need a drink," Pete said and went to the bar for a scotch for each of us.

I grabbed a towel for the couch, and Andy sat down, still panting. He leaned back and extended his arms out on the top of the sofa. He looked stunning with a nice ripped, hard body and definition that would make a bodybuilder envious. His cock was slowly deflating.

"Fuck, I've never done a three-way before. That was hot," he said, beginning to catch his breath.

"Done?" I asked, "Did you think we were 'done' tonight?" I looked over at Pete.

"Andy, that was just the appetizer," Pete said, "I hope you've got more stamina than that."

Andy's cock twitched. He looked back and forth at us. "So, you're father and son?"

I burst out laughing. Pete chuckled. Andy looked confused.

"He's my boy," Pete said affectionately, grabbing me at my waist. "He will work for me this summer though."

It finally clicked, and Andy took a sip of his drink.

Pete reached for Andy's free hand and pulled him from the couch. "Let's go to the bedroom." Once there, Andy sat on the edge of the bed, and Pete pulled the lube from the nightstand drawer and sat it next to him.

I nuzzled in on Pete's chest and began licking and kissing it. He let out a moan and started kissing me on my head. I tugged at his drawstring and the trunks fell off quickly despite an impressive semi. Still buried in his chest, Pete slowly turned my ass to face Andy and took off my trunks. He stuck his index finger in his mouth and then pressed it at my hole. I gasped as it sunk in. Pete used his finger to invade me in front of a horny guy, and it must have re-energized Andy. He was stroking his cock, apparently because Pete lifted his mouth from my head and told him to stop. Andy stood up and put his hands on his hips at his waist. "Fuck," he kept panting every fifteen or twenty seconds. He was beading precum again, and Pete ever so slowly walked me back towards Andy. I could now see in the mirror and Andy's mouth fell wide open as Pete forced me back to our buddy's cock. Pete nodded at Andy, who grabbed some lube and slicked himself up. Pete had me bend down and pushed me carefully against Andy's steel hard prick. I screeched as his hung meat passed through me. Andy was looking Pete in the eyes, and his mouth opened into an O shape with a pained, lustful look on his face.

"Put a load in my boy, Andy. He's going to seed you tonight, too," Pete coaxed. I just moaned and let Andy take me. Andy did a great job fucking me, and if I were on my back, I might have come with him. Still, since Pete planted that seed about it being impersonal fucking from behind, I just let the guy get off in me. He busted his second nut for the evening, and it was as hot for him as the first. He was quivering, sat down, then splayed out on the bed. Not one to miss an opportunity, I knelt down, pushed his legs back, and started to vigorously eat him out again. He brought both hands to his face and covered it, crying out in euphoria. He hadn't calmed all the way down from his last load, and the intensity of sexual gratification was overwhelming him.

Pete grabbed the lube bottle and slathered a handful on his cock. I moved away, and Pete, without asking without warning, pushed into Andy's wet ass. The man screamed out in a mix of elation and agonized pleasure. He sucked in his breath as Pete passed through and, without hesitation, started plowing his hole. Andy went momentarily blank, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He was being fucked by the guy he most admired. Pete was merciless and never took a break or slowed down. He rammed for nearly ten minutes while Andy tried to figure out which part of Pete's body he most wanted to touch. He settled on Pete's beefy ass and pulled him in while spreading his legs wider than probably comfortable. Pete rewarded him with a long, drawn-out load pumped into his beautiful ass. Andy went wild when Pete began filling him. He screamed, turned all shades of red, and nearly passed out from all the sexual sensations assaulting him. He reached for his own cock to jack on it, and Pete smacked it away, "Save that for when my boy fills your guts with his load."

Andy looked at me in a vulnerable way. His body was ready for another release, and yet it was me who would be me who ultimately decided how and when. I went to his gaping hole and slid in with no resistance. "Clamp down on me, you slut," I ordered him, "You're as loose as a chick at a ten-man gangbang." Andy blushed, but he managed to close around me.

He reached up and put his hands on my arms and began bucking against me. "That's right, you're just a bitch in heat, aren't you?" I insulted him again. He tossed his head back and forth on the mattress and cried, "I'm going to come again!" I slowed down and gave him a solid, steady slow fuck. He looked up at me; his eyes exposed how much sexual torture I was putting him through. He begged me to fuck him harder. "Please, I need to come," he cried. I continued taking a careful pace with him. He began writhing under me, grunting and groaning, his cries becoming more frenzied, "Please!"

I took my cue, and started long dicking him and throwing him a fuck he wouldn't ever forget. He screamed, he wailed and he bucked against me some more. I was in the throes of my own load, just simmering in my balls. With one violent thrust, I began pumping into him, "You can come now, you whore." The insult was just what he needed. He grabbed onto my arms even harder. Heavy ropes of come started flying all over the bed. He was literally in tears by the time his last drop left him.

"I. . . I. . .I never imagined how fucking hot that could be," Andy said, taking deep breaths.

"Yeah, I have to admit that one makes it to the record books," Pete high-fived me. He pulled my face to his and kissed me, "You did a great job, Champ. You made me proud." I was enthused with Pete's praise. Pete sat down beside Andy, reached over, and squeezed his thigh. "You doing OK, buddy?"

Andy sat up put his hands on his knees and took another deep breath, "I'm doing great, I hope I can walk tomorrow." He looked at me, "You can fuck like a machine, buddy. That was the best nut I've had in weeks."

Pete stood up and put his arm around me, "I'm proud to say this guy took my virginity." He kissed me for a minute.

"Stop guys, or you'll have me ready to go again!" Andy said quietly.

"Home alone all weekend, huh?" Pete asked him. I looked over at him, wondering what he was up to.

"Maybe after you finish your projects, you can come over and watch us having sex; maybe you can fuck me," Pete wondered out loud.

After three earth-shattering loads, our new buddy's cock began to firm up again.

"Save that," Pete said, looking at Andy's semi, "After this guy, it's going to be hard to fill his shoes. You'll need all your energy for tomorrow." Pete looked at me adoringly.

I went out to the entry and picked up Andy's Speedo. I returned it and held it out for him to take from me. He slipped into them and gave each of us a big hug.

"I thought we didn't repeat guys," I asked Pete quietly, after Andy had left.

"He's safe. He's not going to be over here daily. He's married, he won't be able to get away like a single guy can. But you, I've got a question for you," Pete said.

I almost felt defiant and put my hands on my hips and looked at him, ready for some question I might not like.

"How do you get guys to manage to come without touching themselves? Do you have some sort of magic dick?" he asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

I started laughing and hugged him.

"I'm serious. When you're having sex, you have an intensity that goes beyond you getting your satisfaction only. I don't think you know how great you are in bed. You made me proud tonight how you intuitively handled every situation thrown at you. I didn't need to say a word, you knew what to do and when. That's a gift."

"He was cute, wasn't he?" I asked.

"No one compares to you, in my eyes, you know that, but, yes, for his age he's pretty hot."

I laughed again, "'For his age,' listen to you, he was hot, but he doesn't hold a candle to you."

He reached over and pulled me to his chest, "I love you!"

I kissed him on his chin, "I love you, too!"

We settled in for a night of well-earned rest in our matching pajamas, with Pete spooning me and stroking my face until I fell asleep.

Monday morning rolled around, and I got up while Pete was in the shower. He was singing some little tune. He sounded downright exuberant about the morning. I went and got a cup of coffee and sat back on the counter, listening to him. I could tell he was finishing up because he was wringing out his washcloth. I went to the bathroom door and leaned against the frame. He opened the shower doors and saw me nude with my cup of coffee.

"No temptations, please!" He said, smiling at me.

"No such thing, sir. I don't want to get my boss all hot and bothered. His pent-up energy might not go well for me." I teased him.

I grabbed a towel and tossed it to him, then sat the coffee on the sink, kissed him quickly, and jumped in the shower myself. I didn't sing and was done by the time he was finished drying himself off.

He grabbed a towel and dried my back as I worked on my legs and upper body. I had gotten almost everything except a spot on my shoulder. He patted it dry for me. He stood behind me, held me in his arms, and kissed me on my neck. I could feel him firming up, and he let me go and walked off. "You know we don't have time this morning," he said cheerily as he dressed.

I got dressed with him. He pulled up my tie a little tighter and looked me over.

He turned me around to face the mirror and said, "You are the most handsome assistant I've ever had. You're perfect."

"Ready? You're on salary now," he began, "I need you to call my secretary and sync your computer with hers for the calendar. I drew up the project deadlines last week; get them set up. We have next Monday's meeting I need you to organize. Please call the university president and invite him to dinner at the steak place on Thursday night, including the CFO and his assistant. Send an email to the finance team at the university with the project deadlines and key responsibilities. Also, call the dry cleaners to have them pick up our clothes. We can put them at the front desk for them to collect. I'll get with the legal team at the university about your clearance. And see what this guy from the Marine Corps Quantico wants from me. He's been going on about a tie-in with the school. I don't want to miss an opportunity to have them present since we're early stages."

I was trying to take it all in. I didn't want to appear incompetent in front of him, but it was a lot all at once. He looked over at me.

"What's wrong? Did you get all that?" Gone was the boyfriend, and now I was dealing with the bear Pete called himself a boss.

"Yes, sir, I did. Am I coming with you today or am I remote?"

"I'll pick you up for lunch at noon. And then you spend the rest of the day with me. Try to finish that before then because we'll be in a meeting after lunch until five. I don't see how you'll be able to take notes and do any of that simultaneously."

He reached out his hand to me, pulled me close, and kissed me on my head. "Welcome to the work world, I'm not your boss. I love you, and I know you can do this. Pace yourself, and I'll see you at noon." He kissed me again on the lips.

He turned around as he opened the door. "Hey, Champ, today's a light day," he smiled at me as he headed out the door.

I took a few deep cleansing breaths after he closed the door and decided that he wouldn't get the better of me. I would do this because I begged for it; more than that, I wouldn't let him down. I was going to make myself indispensable.

I went to the office grabbed all the tech stuff we got on Friday, and began unpacking it. I set up the laptop and called Pete's secretary.

"Hi, this is Thom, Pete Walker's assistant here in Virginia."

"How nice to finally hear your voice," she said, "Mr. Walker has talked non-stop about you and was very clear about giving you any help or assistance you need. Just jot down your notes, and we can talk first thing in the morning and maybe around three p.m. What can I help you with today?"

"Thank you. Well, I think, first and foremost, do you have any tips on handling everything, how he works, and what I need to focus on?"

She laughed, "He's a ball of fire. Just keep a recorder handy and make lots of notes. He tends to plan his day in his head by the time he gets to work. Be ready because it all comes out at once, and he rarely repeats himself. He'll answer your questions cordially, but don't ask something you already have access to, like a name or date. Keep his calendar clean. He is in sync with us and does not handle surprises very well. He can be a bear at times if you're not keeping up. You'll never actually get ahead of him, but things go very smoothly if you're at least in the same lane with him."

"Well, thanks for the help. You've given me a lot to work with here. I'll check in with you about three if I can get away from this meeting, otherwise, what is your best last time to contact you?"

I considered my talk with Nancy the most informative and helpful conversation about working for Pete in the time I spent working for him. I set up my phone and the tablet synced with the laptop. I called the guy from the Marine Corps base and set up a video meeting for the morning, where I saw Pete had an hour slot available and sent the calendar update. I called the restaurant and got a six o'clock reservation for eight on Thursday night and then sent out the invitations to the people Pete wanted invited. I called a local conference center to make reservation for Monday's meeting. I made a note to ask Pete to clarify who was supposed to be there. I was just about finished inputting the dates for project deadlines when Pete called.

"Hey, Champ, I'm about there. Grab your stuff and meet me at the door downstairs; I don't have time to come up."

I packed my stuff in the laptop bag and checked my hair and tie. I still looked good after a hectic morning. I hurried down and walked out the door when Pete pulled into the covered entrance.

He smiled at me when I got in and grabbed my hand, "I talked to Nancy on the way over, she's impressed with you already. Good job. I saw the appointment for tomorrow, and I'm glad you made it. I received more information about their involvement, which was perfect timing. I need you to change Thursday to ten people, and what about the project deadlines?"

"I have them finished. I need to send it out while we're sat down before the meeting. I assumed everyone involved was at today's meeting. If I send it while we're all together, they can't say they didn't see it, and we can work out any issues then and there. I needed a complete list of people for the meeting I have booked at the conference center. Would you be able to provide that before today's meeting?"

"You got all that done this morning?" Pete looked over at me with his eyebrow cocked.

"I did. I also called the cable company and asked for high speed; the bandwidth they had set up will need more for what we're doing. I have my tablet with me, set up, as well. Do you prefer me to take notes on it, or would it be OK to have the laptop out during the meeting? I have one question about the phone: who is your IT person at the firm to provide the information about contacts and billing?"

"Wait a minute. Do you mean to tell me you have done all that and more?" Pete sounded shocked.

"I did, what's wrong?"

"When I left this morning, you looked like you were honestly going to break down," he said.

"It was overwhelming for a moment. And I'm not used to you talking like that. Please don't misunderstand; it's your job and mine, but it was not what I'm used to from you. I'm going to make sure you don't regret this project or hiring me."

He nodded and smiled while looking ahead. We pulled into an excellent place for lunch.

"Who's coming to lunch with us and do I need my laptop?" I asked.

Pete reached over and put his hand on my neck, "No one's joining us, it's just you and me. Lighten up some. It's Thom and Pete for an hour."

I smiled and walked into the restaurant beside him.

By June 1, Pete began talking about visiting his daughters. "I'd like to visit them in a few weeks. What are you thinking about visiting your family?"

"Pete, I just haven't given it much thought. But I like what you said a few months ago. I will go visit them when you visit your daughters. That way, we might be apart but not alone. Do you have some dates in mind?"

"You're always working, stop. This is all personal stuff now."

"Hey, I need to be on top of my game, or you might replace me," I smiled at him.

"Never!" he took me and pulled me to his chest. I loved it when he did that to me. It comforted me, and I loved being his to do that with.

"I was thinking the weekend before July 4, I don't want to be anywhere near New York then."

I thought about that time frame, and it also worked out for me, "I guess I ought to give them a call. Maybe I need to call the airlines and get tickets first."

"Champ, I think I know, but what's your favorite color?" Pete asked.

I looked over at him, "What? What does that have to do with plane tickets?"

"Always working. Stop and come here," he held out his hand. I walked over to him and took his hand.

"Let's go outside and get a bit of fresh air. But before we do, what is your favorite color? We've known each other for six months, and I don't know that."

I looked at him again curiously, "Blue."

"You're taking this stuff way too seriously. I want you to enjoy working, and I want you to do well, but I want you to relax as well."

We made it outside, it was already sweltering and it was only 11 am. "It's sort of hot for fresh air."

"C'mon, I need to tell you something. I'm the only one who needs a plane ticket for the weekend." Pete said, looking at me furtively. I heard a car honk in the vicinity.

"But, I thought you were the one who wanted me to go visit my parents," I said, not necessarily upset. I heard the car horn again.

"I do, but you won't be flying," Pete said, and the car honked again.

"Who the hell is beeping their horn so much? It's annoying. And why is it that I'm not flying?" I heard the damned horn of the car we were next to beep again.

I turned around, pretty pissed, ready to flip off the driver. It was empty. It beeped again, and from his pocket, Pete pulled out a key fob and pressed the button again. It beeped. "You're driving home, son."

The car was an electric blue Mustang, last year's model, but gleaming like it had just come from the showroom. He dangled the fob in front of me. "C'mon, let's take it for a spin," he said as he went to the passenger door. I looked at the car again and felt a lump in my throat. I took a deep breath and nervously walked to the driver's side door. The seats were leather, and it didn't have a single speck of dust anywhere. It smelled new. I turned it on. It purred like a kitten. Just under 4000 miles. I looked over at Pete, who was smiling at me. He turned on the AC.

I grabbed the steering wheel and we took off. Of course, we couldn't speed through the parking lot and turned onto a 35mph zone, leaving the complex. He suggested we turn onto the highway to reach 55 at least. The car handled like a perfect dream. It had a nice pickup and was, in its own way, a car well above my status or anything I ever dreamed of having.

"I thought it might be nice for your family to see that you're doing well for yourself. You've put in a lot of work, and while I sometimes find it annoying that you know what I need before I do it lately, you deserve this. You've worked hard, and I wanted to thank you. And by the way, the firm believes you deserve a raise. Starting Monday, would $700 a week be OK?"

My mouth dropped momentarily -- a car and a raise. My family wouldn't believe me if I told them the amount I was making. I probably wouldn't say anything unless I had to. And then how to explain the car. A million thoughts were racing through my head. The biggest though was Pete and how he arranged all of this.

"Pete, I don't know what to say except 'thank you'. This is special. Everything has been special since I first met you. But this, and a raise, I'm blown away!" I pulled into the parking lot of a convenience store. I parked and started crying. "It's just overwhelming!" I said between tears.

Pete grabbed the back of my neck and rubbed it up and down. "You said the first day of working for me was overwhelming and you've gotten through it -- even excelled when I had some doubts and worried that I put too much on you. You did it, though, not me! This is the reward of hard work. You earned this!"

I sucked in my breath, put my face in front of the AC vent for a moment, and turned to him after I cleaned up and said, "I love you! Not because of the car but because of you. Even without a car and a raise, I'd still love you."

"Do you mean I could have gotten off with a clunker," he laughed and pulled my head to his chest. "I love you too, Champ!"

On the second last Friday morning of June, I took Pete to the airport in my new car. I'd drop him off, drive to Ohio through West Virginia, and be at my parent's home by about 6 pm.

"I guess it's the dad in me -- I'm worried about you. Be careful driving through all those hills and mountains. I should have gotten you plane tickets." Pete was beside himself, concerned about me.

"I'm going to be OK. I'll go the speed limit, and believe it or not, they have a pretty straight interstate highway through West Virginia. I'll be careful. It's a beautiful, clear, sunny day, with no rain. I'll be in daylight all the way home."

"Are you excited? Nervous?" Pete asked.

"I am excited about getting there and showing off my new car. I think they have a party planned at Billy's again for me. You know I'm the first in my family to go to college. I'm a big deal." I laughed.

"You are a big deal to them and to me. I love you. Did you say they party at Billy's because he's the only one with a pool?"

"I think he is the only one with a pool still. Things move slowly there, if they move at all."

"Well, enjoy yourself. I'm looking forward to seeing you on Tuesday. So you think you'll be back in town on Monday then?"

"I don't want to risk driving on a schedule to ensure I'm here at a certain time to pick you up. I'd rather be here where I know how long it takes to get to the airport. I think we'll need another day to spend on sex that we missed while we were apart."

"You little sex hound. I love you for it though." Pete laughed at me.

"I'm going to miss you, I know it's only four days, but I've become used to going to bed with you every night and unwinding at the pool. I love you, too. I'd say tell your daughters I say 'hello,' but I don't know how you'd do that. I hope you have a great time, the three of you together."

"Well, I want you safe and sound, so I'm going to boarding and let you get going so you're at your parents before dark." He reached out to hug me. I put my face on his chest like I always did to be comforted by him and the familiarity of the act. He kissed me on the top of my head like he always did, and I know it comforted him and broke his heart at the same time.

I made it to Ohio in great time, in no small part due to a fine car. Everyone came out of the house when I pulled in, and a few neighbors even walked over to see me or maybe the car. This type of car wouldn't have ever been in my neighborhood. It was gratifying in a way to show it off. I got out, and my little sister ran up to me and hugged me around the waist. I was wearing clothes that Pete and I had picked up in DC in March, and I know I looked pretty good. Pete insisted on getting our hair cut and beards trimmed a few days before the trip. I received a few stares that weren't uncomfortable, but I noticed nonetheless. My mom and dad were waiting on the porch when I walked up. We exchanged pained, awkward hugs. It had been almost a year since I left for college, and I didn't return for any holidays. We saw each other for the first time in a year, which was somewhat tense. My mother started tearing up.

"Look at how much you've grown up," she said, reaching out to hug me again, "so big and tall."

"That's a pretty nice car you've got there, son. What are the payments on something like that?" my dad asked.

"Oh, I don't have payments. It was a gift from my boss and the firm."

Dad furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the car, then back at me, then back at the car again, and shook his head.

"It's beautiful," my mom said. "Can I go look at it?"

She got into the driver's seat, sat feeling the seats, and held onto the steering wheel. Her fingers ran over the controls for the radio and climate system. She was mesmerized. "This is a very nice car," she said as she got out and gingerly shut the door.

"Now the party starts tomorrow at 4pm at Billy's. You are going to be there, right? Everyone, your grandparents and aunts and uncles, will be there. Some of the rest of the family was invited, but you know how things go here on a Saturday night. Some drinking parties might be more fun for some of them."

"I'll be there. I can't wait," I said.

Saturday had rolled around, and I took Mom, Dad, and my sister to the party in the car. They were mostly silent, looking at lights, the dash, the leather, and fiddling with the radio controls. We pulled into Billy's a little before four. Billy came running out to see us and the car. He hugged me tightly and then started looking at the vehicle. He whistled as he walked around it a few times.

"That is one nice ride, buddy," he said and put his arm on my shoulder. Everyone left the backyard where the party was set up and came to see me and the car. I was beaming proudly like I had given birth to it. There were handshakes and hugs for me and ooohs and ahhhs for the vehicle. It was a sight to behold -- the car and me in my khakis, polo shirt, leather loafers, short white socks, and my watch. With perfect hair and beard trim, I looked like a model -- not in comparison, but no one dressed that way at home. Pete had done something to me that changed how I felt and presented myself to others, including the family who had known me for 18 years.

The party itself was a blast. I talked to almost everyone for a little bit each and sometimes in groups. The topic of my work as an assistant to a powerful New York attorney caught a lot of people off guard. I don't know if they didn't believe me or understand what I did for Pete. Around eight, the older folks started leaving -- it was getting dark, which meant that sensible folks were settling in for bed by now. My mom and dad started talking about going. I tossed the key to the car to my father and said, "Hey, I wanted to swim a little and haven't gotten to. Would you take the car home?"

"Billy, can I swim a while and stay over tonight, and you take me home tomorrow?" I asked.

"Sure, little buddy," Billy answered.

Dad looked nervous getting into the car, "You sure, son?"

"It's fine."

Most of the guests had left except for a few of the pool die-hards, who themselves were packing up. Soon, it was just Billy and me. I was serious. It was hot in late June, and I wanted a swim. I also might have wanted Billy to see me in my sexy swim trunks and take advantage of that. I had them on underneath my clothes. I had brought a pair of trainers for Billy because I didn't want to see him again in a couple of board shorts. There was no reason to hide such a hot body in a pair of those. He looked at them when I handed them to him. "You want me to wear these?"

"Who's here except me and you? Try them, you'll like them. If you like them enough, you can keep them."

We went to the pool house and changed. The sun was setting, and it was getting dark, but when we returned to the pool, Billy looked down at his new swimsuit and then over at me, and he put his hand to his mouth.

"Buddy, where did you get those, and do you even wear them in public?"

"I got these in Mexico, and I wear them in public. Man, it's a different world outside this place."

"You can see right through them, and I can see your ass crack and the top of your bush." He looked them over, turned me around, and shook his head. "Damn, damn."

I took Billy by the shoulders and turned him around, "Billy, you look good in those. That's a pair I had for the swim team. Keep 'em!" Billy caught sight of himself in the reflection of the window to the pool house, and you could tell he liked them.

I dived into the deep end and swam the short length to the shallow. He jumped in behind me. He swam up to me and pushed my head underwater. I came up laughing and jumped on him. He caught me and held me next to him in a big bear hug. I leaned backward and fell into the water with him still holding me. When we were underwater, he kissed me. I kissed him back. We both came up laughing.

"You look good, buddy." He said as he let me go. "Did you really want to stay to swim?"

"I wanted to swim, but I wanted to see you alone. I wanted to stay and maybe, you know, fool around again."

"Tell me about college, tell me about your job, and tell me about your boss," he extended his arms on the pool ledge. I did the same next to him and told him everything he wanted to know.

He was shocked when I told him about living with a 42-year-old married man in a penthouse and the couple of three ways we had. I told him about working for Pete and how I got the car. I told him about my pay and what I did for it. But he came back to living with a 42-year-old man.

"So let me get this straight: Pete is your boss, but you live and sleep with him?" Billy asked, confused.

"Pete is someone I met in January, had sex with, and now I live with him for the summer, then I started working for him."

"He's 42; what are you, boyfriends?" he asked again.

"I don't know what to call him. What would you think if I called you my boyfriend at your age? By the way, you have a fine body for 33. He has just as nice a body as you, believe it or not."

I got out of the pool and grabbed my phone. I had very few photos of Pete unclothed, but I did have one from our trip to Mexico that was a great shot in his Speedos.

"Here, this is Pete," I showed the picture to Billy.

His mouth fell open, "That's your boyfriend?"

I laughed, "I don't know if boyfriend is the right term, but that's the man I've slept with since January."

"Wow, little buddy, you did good, if that's what you like. He's hot. Is he really 42? Does he treat you right -- well, of course, he does, but he doesn't beat or hurt you?"

"Never, never even yelled at me," I replied. "Are you seeing anyone?"

"I drive about a half hour to Findlay to see someone. It's casual, nothing regular. I might go to see him next weekend."

"Him?" I asked

"Yes, him. I'm done with women. He doesn't ask me to marry him every time we sleep together," we laughed.

I reached over, cupped the back of his shaved head, and moved it up and down. He grabbed my other hand underwater and held it. "I'd like to spend the night with you," I said.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" he asked me. "What about. . ." he started.

"He's not here and doesn't want to know," I said, looking into Billy's eyes.

"Grab a towel, I don't need the neighbors thinking we're a bunch of queers," he huffed.

He turned off the lights to the pool, and we went into his house wrapped in a towel. It was cold inside, and both our nipples started firming up. I laughed and pinched his. He playfully punched at my shoulder.

"A bunch of queers, huh?" I asked as I got undressed in the privacy of his bedroom.

"I live here, and I'm not having my peace disturbed by people who don't get it," he said gruffly.

"I know, I don't do anything gay in public either. I get it," I said.

I took my towel, turned Billy around, and started drying him in the small of his back and then up to his muscular shoulders. He grabbed my hand and held it a second, then turned around, still holding it.

"You know, I often think about that weekend you spent here and wonder if I did wrong by teaching you all that. Maybe it wasn't my place. Maybe I made you gay. I'm sorry if you feel I used you."

"Used me? Made me gay? Fuck, I loved every second of it. You didn't make me gay just as much as the first guy you slept with did to you. You didn't use me. If anything, I'm grateful that you didn't hurt me, didn't make it nasty, allowed me to experiment, and didn't make me feel bad about it. I was gay long before you, and I messed around. You showed me how to do it with as little embarrassment as possible. I know guys who have had bad first-time experiences and never mentally get over it. I don't feel bad about it. You shouldn't either."

"Really? You don't? That's a relief, little buddy, because I felt bad about it for a long time," he reached over and hugged me. My cock swung into his. It was pretty hard.

"I guess you're no longer little, are you, bud?" he laughed as my cock swung into his thigh. He dropped to his knees and took me into his mouth. It felt good. I hadn't had anyone on me since the night before I left Virginia. Billy was a good cocksucker, and he soon had me steel hard and steadily leaking precum onto his tongue. I stopped him because I planned to show off my skills since we were last together. I lay on the bed and said he could continue. He pushed my legs apart some and went back down on me. "Hang on, Billy, why don't we 69?" He smiled at me and moved his cock over my face, and went back to sucking on my cock. I reached up and took his hardness in my mouth, and began blowing him. After a few minutes, I licked on his hairless balls and then down to his taint. He stopped sucking me but still had his mouth on my cock. I slipped up further and began licking and eating out his hole. He pulled off me and moaned.

"Suck me, Billy," I said. He went back to sucking me nice and wet. He groaned with my cock in his mouth as I began eating his hole out wildly. He pushed his ass back and gave me full, unhindered access to his hole. He stopped sucking me and pushed up on his hands, and started howling. He looked hot with his cock dripping on my neck and his balls over my chin. He was lightly bucking back and forth. I knew I had him ready. I stopped and rolled him over onto his back. He tried to keep me from spreading his legs apart, but I managed to get my cock positioned at his wet hole. I looked down at him in all his masculine glory. His nipples were hard, his muscles tense, and he looked vulnerable. I pushed my cock to his hole.

"Wait a minute," he panted, "I topped, I thought you liked being a bottom."

"I did the weekend we were together, but I've moved on and up. Now I want to fuck you."

"Little buddy, I haven't done much of that before. Don't hurt me."

I brought his legs up to my torso and began sinking into him. He had wrapped his big hands around my wrists, his neck tilted back, showing off his Adam's apple, and his mouth open.

"Damn," he grunted, "you're not little anymore, are you? Fuck, take it easy on me. I want to walk tomorrow."

"Billy, I'm not that big. You'll walk tomorrow, maybe limp, but you're doing good. I'm almost all the way in."

He grunted again as the final three inches passed into him. He opened his eyes and looked at me with a deranged look. "Fuck, I know that's going to eventually feel good," he gasped as he worked hard to accommodate me. I stayed still, not wanting to mess up what could be the only sex I had in a few days. He nodded, and I pulled back. "I don't think I can," he shrieked. I stopped and pushed back in. He went insane and beaded a thick glob of precum on his belly.

"I think you can, Billy," I whispered to him. I paused, and he took a deep breath and nodded again. I pulled back and then went back in. He grimaced but didn't say anything. It was so hot looking at this muscled 33-year-old man underneath me. He grunted as I began picking up the pace. I had my hands at his armpits and bent down and kissed his lips, with his full beard and long mustache getting caught in my lips. I bit his upper lip roughly and started laying in long deliberate strokes. He whimpered and moved his hands up to my forearms. His balls were contorting, and he was now steadily dripping precum, and his cock was hard as steel and bounced as I hit bottom in him. His nipples were hard as rocks, and he had an unhinged look in his eyes.

He was beginning to enjoy this, and all his toughness started softening, and he became a horny little slut. He began tossing his head back and forth, panting, crying out, rubbing his hands all the way up to my shoulders and then back down. He came up to my face, trying to kiss me, but I pulled back. He settled on sticking his nose into my chest and squealing in euphoria. I reached down and cupped the shaved back of his head with one hand and balanced myself on the bed with the other. I pulled him up to my face and started nuzzling with him, burying my face in his neck and running my nose up the underside of his long beard. I was panting, too, and letting out little cries of ecstasy. He pulled his legs back and wider, allowing me full access for my cock to nail his tight hole. I could feel the building in my balls, knowing it wouldn't be long. I let his head down, grabbed the sheets with both my fists, and buried my face next to his neck near his ear. I was panting, holding my breath, and beginning to tense up. He cried out, "Give me your load, little buddy."

I did as he requested and delivered a furious load deep into his guts as I screamed into the pillow, so the neighbors wouldn't hear us. He groaned, grabbed himself, and, within a few strokes, was blowing his own load onto his belly between us.

I stayed in him for a minute after filling him. He put his legs around my waist, and we slowly calmed down.

"You've been practicing," he said as he rubbed my back with his rough hands, "that was a pretty hot fuck, little buddy."

I lazily got up off him and rolled over onto my back. "I had a good teacher," I laughed at him.

"I need a shower, are you staying over tonight?" he asked me.

"If you don't care, I wouldn't mind. Maybe you can teach me something else." I smiled at him.

"C'mon," he said, grabbing my hand and smiling back, "let's get a shower."

We showered, and after we dried off, Billy went through his top dresser drawer and threw a pair of green silkies from his time in the Marine Corps at me. "You need a pair of pajamas." I put them on, and he slipped into a pair himself. "If anyone comes knocking early, at least we aren't in bed together naked."

I laid down next to him but not cuddling with him. He put his hand behind his head and pointed his elbow out. "You've done good, I'd say. You have someone who likes you, buys you a car and clothes, pays your bills, and takes you on trips. Why did you hook up with me tonight?"

"I'm horny and I wanted to show you what you helped me become."

"Do you really think I helped you do that? I didn't teach you how to snag a catch like Pete. Fuck, I wouldn't mind a Pete myself."

"You taught me to not be ashamed doing this. That helped me in more ways than you can imagine. I wanted to do it so often with some guy in high school, but I didn't have the balls. And now I heard he's a meth-head, so even though I dodged that bullet, I probably would have made some dumb decisions about guys. At least you cared enough to set my head straight about what I should and shouldn't accept in a relationship, in a hook-up. That means a lot. Can I ask you something, though?"

"Sure," he said, turning to me.

"How long have you liked guys? I mean, you were married a few times, had a string of girlfriends, and yet, you know a lot about how this can be a shitty lifestyle if you let it become one."

He chuckled, "Wow, that's a lot wrapped up in that question. I've liked guys since I was ten. I've liked girls, too. But my first experience was with an. Damn, I almost hate saying this, with an uncle. I'm not going to tell you who, but he thought he was hurting me, all he did was teach me some excruciating lessons. I dated guys when I was in the military, but it was quiet. I fucked a different girl every weekend, so the guys didn't think anything weird about me. But there was one officer who took a liking to me, he was older too, and we were partners -- I don't know if that's accurate -- boyfriends -- I know what you mean about Pete there, boyfriend isn't the right word -- we were exclusive for a few years. Anyhow, he was married, we were stationed in Japan, and we started living together off-base. No one knew. I know that now. And I was pretty happy with him. But when I look back, there were signs that everything wasn't what I thought. I suspected he was seeing other guys and we began to fight -- physically and emotionally -- with each other. I got more black eyes and busted lips from him than in all my bar fights combined. One day, I decided that I wasn't enjoying it anymore, and if that was what living gay was about, I didn't want any part of it. I found a girlfriend, we got married a month later, and I was done being gay. I knew I didn't love her, but I played the game, I thought."

"Oh wow, did you love him?" I asked.

Billy briefly looked down at the bed and said, "I did. Anyhow, it wasn't six months, and me and the wife began fighting. Nothing physical, just arguing constantly. We were divorced six months later. Stupidly, and I mean epic stupidly, I moved back in with him. We did OK until he went home for leave. I hooked up with some rent guy in Tokyo and started a 10-day fling with him. My boyfriend found us having sex in our bedroom because he came back home from leave a day early. He put me in the hospital for a few days. That I can't blame on anything but being horny. I probably would have beat his ass, too, if I found the same thing. Then, a year or so later, I had a few requests from senior officers considering him for a promotion to general for character references. I decided to take some revenge on him. I called him and told him I wanted a few things back from our time together and that if he didn't, I'd spill the beans on our relationship. He must have had some good lawyers because within days, I was arrested for extortion. The fucker was smart enough to record the conversation. I pled guilty to blackmail and spent a year in prison for it. I left the Corps and returned here to marry someone I had attended high school with. You know how that ended, and after that, I decided to have girlfriends of the month. Literally, I'd start dating someone, knowing that by the end of the month, I had no intention of seeing her again. I hurt a lot of good people in the process."

"But how did you learn so much about all this?" I asked, dismayed by the story so far.

"You mean the sex part or all of it?" He answered.

"Both," I said.

"After my second divorce and in between girlfriends, I would sit and think and brood. I replayed everything that had happened when it came to sex and love and realized that I didn't like the lifestyle, but I did like being gay. I liked being with a guy. I liked the sex. It's more raw and more exciting than with a woman. You might have figured out that I didn't bottom much, although you might have changed my thinking about that. I've had a few amazing fuck buddies who told me that being beat up isn't right in any relationship. I know I'm decent, and I didn't turn out like so many of these idiots who live here. I work, have family here, and probably could fall for someone again. But I know it won't be a woman, and it won't be a pot-smoking, beer-guzzling, meth-head. I'm better than that. You are, too. You got a good one, it sounds like, with Pete. I want to be him to someone one day, too. Don't let the lifestyle lead you. The sex part is easy -- have lots of it with as many people as you can! Maybe you already have that part down."

We spent the next few hours talking about the guys I had seen over the past year, the memorable ones he had seen, and how each experience made each of us develop an understanding of what was important during sex and relationships and what was superfluous. Finally, well after midnight, he turned onto his side with his back facing me. "I'm getting some shut-eye, little buddy. Why don't you hold on to me? No one's walking in on us in the morning."

During the time we were talking, we hadn't touched each other once or kissed. It was a good, unfettered conversation. I put one arm under his neck and through, placed the other on his belly and pulled him close to me. He sighed, and we fell asleep.

Sunday afternoon, Mom hosted dinner for both sets of my grandparents. It was a big dinner with fried chicken, potato salad, beans, greens, and other garden vegetables. I picked at my food. I hadn't eaten this way in nearly a year and knew I'd regret eating too much. The conversation varied from gossip about other family members to how much rain the crops would get and how soon the corn would be ready. Apparently, there was a legal case going on in town of a woman on trial for killing her husband, and the list of people who were busted for making meth. The small details of a local staples store going out of business after 100 years and the people who acted foolishly at the party yesterday were also discussed. It was small talk in the smallest of ways, which I never missed while away. But to them it was fascinating and important. I was glad I wasn't part of the conversation. I knew that my car, clothes, and watch would be a significant topic of discussion at the next family reunion.

By evening, my mind was spent with the minutiae of country life, and I called Billy. "Hey Billy, can I come over for a swim?"

"Sure, little buddy. I could use one too. I've been gardening all day. I'll see you in a little bit."

I told my parents I was heading to Billy's for a swim and might stay the night. They told me to be careful.

I pulled into Billy's driveway, and he came out to greet me wearing just the shorts he had put on the night before. He was dirty and shirtless and looked absolutely hot. He was wearing a pair of flip-flops and put his dirty hands on his waist when I got out of the car. "That is one sweet ride!" He shook his head, looking at it like he hadn't seen it before.

"Hey, I'm going to shower and get this dirt off me before I get into the pool. It's hard enough to keep clean."

I changed into a more conservative pair of maroon Speedos. I had the tan now to make it look right on my body. Billy came out of the shower and saw me changing. "Little buddy, is that the only type of swim trunks you wear?"

"Yep. I have the body to get away with it," I said, rifling through my backpack, "and so do you," tossing him a brand new pair of black ones. "Thanks for last night. Thanks for everything, actually."

He grinned and slipped into his trunks. He looked in the mirror and knew I was right about getting away with wearing Speedos. He nodded appreciatively at his reflection.

We both jumped in the deep end, and the water felt great! I swam a few laps of the pool and then decided I wasn't in training and wasn't doing more laps. Billy got out of the pool and turned off the lights around and in the pool. It was dark and the cicadas were chirping. He moved over next to me.

"You put a hurting on my ass last night, I want you to know that. Tonight, it's my turn." He kissed me quickly and went underwater. We talked and joked for a little while while swimming back and forth from side to side. We acted like kids who never got into a pool often, splashing around, roughhousing and being immature. Although kids didn't stop for a kiss or a quick grab of each other. After fooling around for about an hour, Billy started getting insistent. His hand didn't just grab now. He was holding on to me and holding my hand on his package. He kissed me roughly in the dark, and I knew it was time for us to go inside. I was aching for a solid topping from Billy. I hadn't had cock in a few days and while I got off with him last night, there's a difference between delivering a load and shooting when one is being delivered to you. I needed that tonight.

I grabbed his hand and went up the steps of the pool. We dried off as we walked to his back door. When we got in, he shut the door and kissed me frantically. I kissed back just as fiercely and was slipping out of my swimsuit. He had his down in seconds. We kissed all the way back to his bedroom, stopping sometimes to shove each other against the wall and make out. We were dry, and he threw me onto the bed. He knelt on the bed and brought his mouth down to my hole and started mercilessly eating it out. He grunted, chewed, and ate it like he owned it. I was feeling waves of lust and craving simultaneously. He had a way with his aggressiveness, and I liked it. He got up, kissed me, and put his cock at my hole. He was hung, and he reminded me of Sean and the way he had sex. It was careful and sensual and very fulfilling. Tonight he had a different plan, I guess. He entered me in one single push. I cried out when he hit the hilt, not from the pain but from the sexiness of it all. Billy was hot and horny and while he promised to hurt my ass, I knew he didn't have enough willpower to fuck me longer than ten minutes, tops. He grunted with his face next to me as he delivered what I needed most -- a good solid hard fuck. He surprised me by kissing me all over my face and neck the entire time he was nailing me. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was different than I expected from him. That got me hornier than usual, and while I enjoyed the sex, I was simmering on the verge of coming. I made the mistake of running my hands up and down his back. It was a nice back, and I could feel the masculinity in his rugged muscles. I opened my legs wider, and he began pounding harder, and before I could get the words out of my mouth, I was shooting between us. He rewarded me with a rock-hard cock and a load that felt like it shot up to my throat. He muffled his cries of passion into the pillow under my head. I wrapped my legs around him and let him shudder all he needed to until he could regain his composure.

"Fuck, why are you my cousin? I would so take that every night if I was your boyfriend. I'd buy you a car, a watch, and take you to Mexico, too, if I could have you full-time. Damn, I'd even come out if you were mine."

"Would you really? I'm flattered, really, but we are cousins. If I were single, I'd like something like that with you too. I could work with the cousin part; we wouldn't be having kids, but I got to ask you, why?"

"Because you're a quality guy. Athletic, smart, good-looking, loves sex, nice personality, all that stuff we're always looking for. If you didn't have Pete, you'd go with me?"

"Hell yeah, you're sexy, smart, good-looking, you love sex, you have a nice personality, and you've been the most amazing teacher."

He reached around my head and kissed me, "But you have a great boyfriend already. I'm not getting in between that. C'mon, let's go get a shower and get to sleep. You have to drive tomorrow."

I made it to the bathroom first, saw his shorts still lying on the floor, and picked them up, "Billy, can I have these?" I turned around and showed him the shorts.

"Little buddy, I've got at least 20 pairs of those that are clean. Sure, you can have a pair."

"No, I want these," I said, smiling.

"You want my dirty-ass pair of shorts instead of a new pair?"

"That's why I want them," I said, placing his crotch over my face and breathing them in. I started to stiffen.

"Oh, got it! Sure, they're yours. I'll get you a baggie so they don't stink up your other stuff." He moved in close to me and kissed me.

Monday morning came quickly, and Billy woke me up. "C'mon, little buddy, time to get up. You're going home today." He had a pot of coffee brewing and made me a piece of toast.

"I'm going to miss you, man," he said looking at the floor. "I know I said some stuff last night that I. . . I don't want to mess you and Pete up. Don't think about me that way, OK? I don't regret saying it; I meant it, but you're happy, and he sounds like he treats you well. Maybe we can do what we discussed next time we're both single."

"I'll never forget what you've done for me. I'll never forget how you make me feel. And yeah, maybe one day we might. I don't think I care much about the 'cousin' stuff. But I appreciate the hell out of what you've done for me. I'm going to miss you, too."

I reached over and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back, and we stood in his kitchen for a few minutes. When we broke apart, he looked down at the floor. He was crying.

"Awww, come here," I said as I embraced him again, "How about I try to make more of an effort to come home for the holidays? Mom has taken over my room with her quilting, so it's not that strange for me to spend the night here. I'd come to see you."

"Don't do that; you're driving me crazy. You have to go back to Virginia and try to forget this stuff. You break my heart and I don't want to go through that again," he said through tears.

I hugged him even tighter, and he cried even harder.

"I'm not forgetting you and all this stuff, neither are you. C'mon Billy, you know I love you. I think the world of you. Don't let this stop you from chasing happiness."

He composed himself, gave me another hug and smiled. "Listen to you, the college man. I said you were smart."

I drove to my parent's house and went in for breakfast. I had packed everything up, and it was ready to take and go after eating.

"I don't understand exactly what you do for this lawyer, but keep doing it," my dad said as we finished breakfast. "He pays well, and you seem happier and more organized with your life now."

"I do a lot for him, and he appreciates it, Dad; I'm staying by his side as long as I can," I said as I got up from the table and carried my plate to the sink.

I gathered my bags and took them out to the car. My parents and sister came up to the car and watched me get in. I put the window down and turned on the air conditioning. "Well," I said, getting out to hug everyone, "I'm going to get going and drive in the daylight."

"It was nice seeing you, maybe you can come home for Thanksgiving or Christmas this year," my mom sniffed. "I can clear out the room for you."

"I talked about that with Billy; I could always stay overnight at his house; he didn't mind."

"Yeah, Billy's a good guy like that," my dad said, nodding.

I got into my car, waved goodbye, and drove off, not looking back. I thought about visiting my family as I drove back to Virginia. It went better than I expected, and while they genuinely enjoyed seeing me, the past, the town did nothing to make me really want to return except for the obligatory family visits. It wasn't the life I wanted to live anymore, and aside from Billy, I couldn't be the person I wanted to be while I was there anyhow. Billy turned out to be the shock of my trip, and there was no one I could talk to about it.

When I hit the WV/VA line, I thought about Pete coming home tomorrow. I couldn't wait. I know I slept with Billy while I was there, but it was sex. Pete was comfortable and stable. Pete was my everything, which exhilarated me as much as it scared me.

I met Pete at the airport at nine on Tuesday morning and brought him home. I asked how his trip went visiting with his daughters. He seemed like he had a good time with them. We discussed my visit, and he was surprised I said I enjoyed myself. I was waiting for him to ask about Billy, but he didn't, and I was relieved.

"We have a few things we need to do this afternoon," Pete said as he put away the last of his clothes.

"I need to get the CFO on a video chat at one; we can do that here; send him an email, please. Also, I need an update on the progress of the Marine tie-in. I want to talk with their educational officer, say at two. Can you update that progress report and include a few dates? I'll forward the emails to you. At four, I need a fifteen-minute chat with our IT guy, and can you please call and get dinner reservations for eight at the steak place for Friday -- CFO and his group, the University president, you, and me. Let's set up a conference again the week after the Fourth. I don't think this is sinking in with some of them, we need to regroup and get it nailed down finally."

Back to business, I see.

"CFO is confirmed for one. I told the education officer yesterday that you'd like to talk with him when you return; I'll send him the time. The progress report was updated this morning. I saw the emails and straightened it up already. Would six be good for dinner, or considering we have a meeting that always goes long with these folks, would seven be better? I booked the conference center for the Monday after the Fourth, you had two days clear, or would you prefer Tuesday? I've just texted Phil in IT, and he confirmed four is good for him. I also spoke to Nancy this morning. You have some files and papers you didn't get, and she's having them overnighted here for tomorrow's 8 am delivery. She also mentioned the partner's meeting on the fifteenth. I scheduled it on the calendar and have you and me on a flight the afternoon before. I also set up a hotel reservation where you stayed while visiting your daughters. Adjoining rooms. Car rental set, too. A letter arrived this morning about some more government funding that wasn't previously considered. I didn't know what to do with it, so it's at the top of your stack."

"What?" he looked at me thoughtfully. "You're done with all that already? And you've set up the partner's meeting trip?"

"Was there anything else?" I asked in my business voice.

"You're underutilized. I need a spreadsheet with all the financing dates, sources, and outlays. Can you have that done by tomorrow afternoon?"

"I believe I can. Did you want me to add the additional sources from today's meeting? If so, please ask them to copy me on your correspondence so it's complete when I give it to you?"

Pete looked at me sideways, "What in the hell has gotten into you? How are you managing all this?"

"I've gotten to know you well enough and can do a good job organizing information sent to me from every source. Did you have any feedback on ways I could improve my performance?"

Pete started laughing, "OK, good enough. You don't do a pretty good job of organizing; you are doing an amazing job. Maybe, if there was one thing, I'd say you're too focused. You can be a bigger prick than I am when I'm in the heat of it all. You can lighten up some."

"I'm sorry, I am. I get into a mode, and it's hard to escape it. And I don't ever want to disappoint you. Have I been rough with you?"

"No, you've never been mean; you're just so focused you forget to breathe and enjoy it, too. You have done nothing but make me proud and glad I hired you. Don't be so businesslike with me when we're alone; it scares me how business-minded you are. Are you sure you're majoring in the right classes? You could be a Wall Street whiz, you know that?"

"We're alone and you know I love you. I'm sorry I don't mean to be so uptight. I'll work on remembering you and me first and the job second. By the way, a guy has been hounding me to schedule an appointment with you about creative funding sources. It sounded sketchy to me, but he's been persistent, and I don't want you to miss an opportunity for more funding. Is there a time you'd like to meet with him? You might want to hear him out, you're better at ferreting out the bullshit."

"Set him up after Phil. It's the end of the day; if I don't like what he's got, we can blow him off and finish our day."

"You got it, sir." He came over to me and kissed me on the head. "I love you so much and you make me so proud."

I hugged him. "I love you, too. I'm sorry for being short and terse. I'll work on it."

It was exciting to accompany Pete to New York, see the firm he worked for, and meet the people I spoke with on the phone frequently. We never used the adjoining room, and dinner was on our own. He took me to five-star restaurants both nights we were there. It was lavish, expensive, and top-of-the-line. I know it was an expense account, but he booked us at two of the nicest restaurants he could have found. I appreciated him thinking of me and what I might like. He ran into a few people he knew, and it was plausible to introduce me as his assistant. We were sure to dress differently and nothing could have been discerned by our sitting at the same table together, other than an assistant and his boss.

When we arrived home on Friday night, the attendant at the front desk of our complex handed Pete an envelope addressed to him.

"What is it?" I asked as we went up on the elevator to our penthouse.

"There are two tickets for a performance at the University Arts Center tomorrow night. A performance for Verdi's Rigoletto featuring a tenor who trained at Julliard. Oh, I see, the President sent them to us. We're obligated to a degree somewhat. Let's get dressed to the nines and turn the Arts Center upside down."

"OK, I've never been to an opera, symphony, or concert outside our high school auditorium. It could be fun."

After a lazy day at home, we dressed in our most dashing suits and shirts. Pete had taken me to dinner before at a nice fancy restaurant. I needed to hit the gym more because of all the fine food and wine we had been enjoying this week. I hadn't gained weight, but I felt full and sluggish. A week or two of heavy training should be enough to tighten and lighten. Pete did his usual inspection of my tie, found it lacking somehow, and helped me fix it. He also gave me a dab of his cologne. Tonight would be special because I hadn't seen a professional performance of classical music before. I honestly didn't know what to expect.

Dinner was terrific, and when we arrived at the Arts Center, our tickets had us in the Loge section. It placed us near the orchestra, and we had a fantastic view of the stage. The lights dimmed and the orchestra began playing. The storyline and music were entirely Italian but very dramatic. I watched with interest, especially at the famous tenor who looked familiar to me somehow, yet I couldn't place him. He had an especially nice voice that was calming and wonderful to hear. A few times, I could feel the music and follow along; other times, it was just lovely, harmonious voices. When the opera finished and the lead vocals reappeared on stage to take their flowers, I recognized the tenor was Sean. My mouth fell open and I gasped. I realized that we never talked about his work during our time together. I had no idea he was so talented.

Because of our relationship with the University, we were invited to attend an after-party cocktail event with the cast's main characters and the orchestra's first chairs. I regretted telling Pete I was so excited to see this performance now. I knew we would eventually speak with Sean, but I didn't know how to handle it. I was nervous when the university president's wife began making introductions.

"Mr. Walker, this is Sean Korhonen, who trained at Julliard," Sean reached over and took Pete's extended hand. I don't think he had actually noticed me. I was dressed in much different clothing than Sean had seen before.

"Mr. Korhonen, allow me to introduce my personal assistant, Thom."

"How nice to meet you, Thom," Sean extended his hand and looked at me without giving away that he knew me, "What did you think of tonight's performance?"

Flustered but still trying to maintain my composure, I replied, "I was just telling Pete before we arrived that the biggest performance I've ever attended was the musical at my high school's auditorium. This was clearly nothing like that. I enjoyed what I heard but didn't understand much, but it was a good introduction to opera."

Pete put his hand on my neck like he's prone to and said, "Thom is my personal assistant; he keeps me organized and on track. I'd be lost without him. He just finished his first year here and took a paid internship with me this summer."

"You know, I have a busy fall season, and I'll need an assistant myself; perhaps we should have dinner together, the three of us, and discuss what qualities to look for in interviewing my new assistant. Hiring people isn't something I've done before," Sean suggested looking at both of us.

"It's too bad he's returning to school this fall, I'd recommend him to you," Pete smiled.

"Seriously, I'd like to see if we could have dinner in the next week or two, I need to get the ball rolling on this. I think your input would be helpful," Sean insisted.

"Sure, give Thom a call and we can set it up," Pete said as he moved on and talked with the President.

"What are you doing?" I asked Sean as soon as Pete got out of earshot.

"I didn't know you both were going to be here tonight," Sean replied, "but why not have dinner together? We can talk, I can see you, and we don't have to talk about anything else."

"OK," I smiled as someone passed by looking our way, "I'll give you a call with a date. Where's your wife?"

"She doesn't come to these events, she's too much of a loose cannon," Sean said.

As I was driving home with Pete, we talked about the opera.

"I enjoyed it actually. It wasn't a New York performance, but it was good nonetheless," Pete said, "What did you really think about it?"

"It was interesting and the music was soothing. Like I told Sean, I only understood some of it, but it was an enjoyable night. I should make a point of trying things like that more often. I feel like a country bumpkin sometimes."

Pete laughed, "You are far from that, Champ. You look better than any theatergoer I've seen at your age. Incidentally, did you find a date to meet with him?"

"Yeah, we agreed on next Thursday, you're clear after three that day. Pete, I have to tell you something, and I don't know anything other than being direct. Sean and I have slept together a few times. And we train at the gym together a few times a week."

"Is training at the gym some code for sleeping together?" Pete asked tersely.

"No, train at the gym is lifting weights and swimming, nothing else." I could hear him exhale.

"OK, before you met me or when I was traveling back and forth, there isn't anything I can control or be mad about. I don't want to know when, but were you always mine when I was in town?"

"I've never slept with someone while you were in town or before you arrived."

"Then I can't say anything about it, can I? Wouldn't it be hypocritical of me being married to ask for fidelity?"

"I suppose. I have a history, you know, when that started for me. I met many people in that bar before you came in that night."

"A lot? Do I want to know?"

"A lot of the people I met were at that bar; a few teammates and upperclassmen round out my sexual experiences."

"Teammates and upperclassmen, too?"

"I think every one of them is straight. Young, hung, and dumb. Quick nut and go."

"OK, I get that part. Is that what it is for you?"

"I don't want a relationship with any of them. They don't want one. It beats jacking off."

"OK, I can understand that part, too."

"I think any man I've been with has either been married or had a girlfriend, so they said."

"OK, I can't say much about that, can I? I fall into that category."

"I asked one guy once what it is about being married but having sex with a guy. You know what he said. We're hornier, we don't want a relationship, and we don't get pregnant."

Pete was quiet for a minute.

"So having sex with these guys has meant nothing to you? It's a quick nut, as you say."

"When I have sex with you, it takes me to a different place; it makes me feel whole; it makes me believe that you can have someone in this lifestyle you can love. Sex with you is an expression of love for you. I can't say that I feel that way about other guys I've had sex with."

"I was your age at one time. I get the need and the desire, so I'm not knocking it. Can you tell me I'm all yours?"

"Of course, I can. You're the first person I think about when I wake up and the last when I fall asleep. You occupy a lot of time in my head -- never in a bad way. I don't need -- no, I don't want to cheat when we're together."

"I believe you. I trust you. I love you. But I have another question: would you want to three-way with this Sean guy?"

"I wonder about your motivations sometimes. I was surprised at how you handled it the last two times we did it, not emotionally -- I knew it wasn't emotional for you. I'm thinking about how it comes about in your head. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining and it is hot watching you get so horny doing it. I know it isn't you're tired of me or not as horny with me. That's not it. But what is it that makes the idea pop into your head? Sean, of all people. He was fully dressed." I started laughing.

He started laughing, too, which helped break some of the tension. "You got me there; the other two were in nothing but a swimsuit. You swim with him, does he look as good in one, too?"

"He does; he's put on weight, believe it or not. He was cut up before, and I wouldn't say scrawny, but he's finally packing on some muscle and looks good in a swimsuit."

"Could he separate himself emotionally from your friendship to handle a three-way with us? Or do you think it would be too hard on him? Could he let the past you had together be the past?"

"You know, honestly, I don't know about that. I know he has a bad marriage situation. I met her, she's rough. He hasn't talked about anyone he's hooked up with since we did, so I don't know if he's moved on from our past."

"You work out with him a few times a week, why don't you ask him?"

"I guess I could. We don't discuss that stuff while working out, but it's not like I can't. I will the next time. But what are you getting from all this? I don't want it to sound like I'm keeping score, I'm not, but the two we've done have been hot and it satisfies me differently -- it's more primal I guess. But what does it do for you?"

"I get to enjoy you and someone else, and I get to watch you enjoy yourself, and I love watching you having sex with someone and picturing that it's me receiving it. It's a snapshot of us watching you. I know our age difference isn't a problem in our sex life, but maybe monogamy for you is. I don't want to wander, but you're young, you'll stray one day. I thought if it was something we did together, at least you could stray, and I approved of it."

Now, I was the quiet one.

"I don't know much about love, but that sounds very loving. I do love you. Some of this gets crazy for me at times, and I don't always understand it all." We had been parked in the garage for nearly 20 minutes already. I reached over, grabbed his hand, and kissed it. "Teach me how to love like you do."

"I don't need to teach you that, I know you love me. You love me exactly the way I want to be loved."

I met Sean on Friday at the gym. I know I had a quiet demeanor that day because I didn't know how he would react when I asked him about getting together for a three-way with Pete and me.

"What's going on?" he asked me after we had changed.

"Pete and I had a long talk the other night after the performance," I replied.

"Uh-oh, and I came up, didn't I?"

"Well, yes, but not in the way you might be thinking. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, you can."

"Have you seen anyone after you and I had sex?" I was squeamish about asking, feeling unqualified to do so.

"I tried a dating app, and it was weird. Had a few coffees, but nothing went anywhere."

"Why? It didn't have anything to do with me, did it?"

"Maybe it did, I can't be sure. No one really measured up to you, so in that regard, yes. But I haven't felt the urge like I did before I met you. Am I waiting for you and Pete to break up so I can swoop in and take you for myself? No. And if I was, I wouldn't tell you anyhow. Is something wrong between you and Pete?"

"C'mon, let's go lift, we can talk out there."

We started a reasonably heavy routine, and we were doing well. We chatted about the opera, minor school events, and the weather. Sean had finished a heavy set, and we were resting.

"I know this isn't too far out there for you," I started, "and I don't mean any offense saying that. What got me about our conversation the other night was when he asked me if I would like to three-way with you. Not your wife, but me, you, and Pete."

Sean looked surprised and furrowed his eyebrows. He was quiet for a minute.

"He said that on his own? You didn't even hint that or put him up to it?"

"No, he brought it up on his own. Well, not entirely on his own. I didn't plant any seeds, but I did tell him about our past."

Sean put his hand up to cover his mouth.

"What did you say, exactly?" Sean looked irritated.

"I told him that you and I go to the gym a few times a week. I said we had sex a few times before. I didn't go into details. I told him a lot about my sexual past, and he asked me if I'd want to three-way with you. I said yes but wanted to ensure it wouldn't overwhelm you emotionally. You're not fragile, but well, I got the impression you wouldn't mind a stable sexual and emotional relationship with me. I don't want to cause you any anguish over this."

"I'm stronger than I look, a lot of that in large part to you. Physically, I'm in the best shape of my life. Emotionally, I had to move on and accept that you belonged to someone else. But, I have to tell you, since we're being honest here, if you and I were able to have a prolonged relationship together, I'd divorce that bitch in a heartbeat and be happy with just you. And one day, I'll move past that, too. One day, I'll have to find happiness, and I'd like that to include you, but I have to realize it might not."

"Oh, Sean," I started.

"Sexually, I'm climbing the walls. And your boyfriend is one of the hottest older men I've ever seen. He's gorgeous. And I noticed that car you've been driving. I know who that came from. You would be crazy to dump him for anyone else."

I laughed for the first time in our conversation.

"Let me think about it for a little bit. Maybe getting off with two hot guys might get my mind back to normal for a while."

We finished our workout, changed and were leaving the gym. It was now normal for us to hug when we left. He hugged me hard for a minute.

I got into the car, and my cell buzzed with a text. It was from Sean. "Yes! I'll do it." I laughed.

The dinner we planned out was instead delivered to the penthouse. It was some fancy board with meats, cheeses, and pickled and fresh raw vegetables. Pete and Sean were into it. I didn't get it. There was a bottle of expensive wine that I didn't like but the two of them raved about. Sean and Pete were hitting it off together well. Pete was a fan of the arts, and they talked a lot about the New York opera and symphony. Other than playing the piano, I had little to add to the conversation.

Sean asked where the restroom was. I motioned to the door, and he went in and shut it. We all wore dress shirts and slacks, but my shoes were beginning to bother my feet. I slipped them off, took them to the bedroom, and put them in my closet. When I turned around, Pete had his arm around Sean's shoulders, and both of them had a shit-eating grin. Pete quickly approached me, unbuttoned my shirt, and slipped it off me. He unbuckled my belt, and my pants fell off easily. I had a small pair of underwear on, and Pete looked at Sean, who nodded. Sean started undressing while watching me. When he was down to a small pair of underwear, Pete looked at me and I nodded. Pete slipped out of his clothing, and we all went to the bed. Pete grabbed the lube from the drawer and sat it on the nightstand. I stood up to free my hard-on from my too-tight undies. It sprung out and bounced. Sean pulled me back down on the bed and began sucking me. I groaned, it felt good. Pete positioned himself at my hole and started eating my ass out. I cried out as his beard grazed my butt. I have had both things done to me separately, but when two men were simultaneously taking care of both sides of me, I was in heaven. Both of them were rubbing my torso front and back, and it was making me tingle and lightheaded. I reached with both hands and lightly touched each head, not guiding anything just touching them.

Sean took the lead, which surprised me. He moved up and began kissing me passionately. He fumbled with the lube bottle and managed to get him and my hole slicked up rather well. He pushed me onto my back and, positioned himself at my hole and slipped the head of his stiff prick into me. I gasped. "Do it," I heard Pete whisper to Sean. Sean pushed all the way in gently in one stroke, and I tilted my head back on the pillow and said nothing. It hurt slightly, but I knew it would be OK in a few strokes. My legs were lifted around Sean's torso, and for a moment everything stood still. Sean came down close to me; I grabbed his elbows and looked up at him, then over to Pete, who was smiling at me. He plunged back in, and I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. Soon Sean was moving fluidly and giving me a solid, if not very conservative, fuck. When I was well lubricated from his precum, he nearly laid on top of me fully. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled it to his chest. Our work in the gym over the past few months was paying off, and while he was naturally lean, his chest was striated with new muscle. He held my nose to his cleavage and started laying in a more vigorous stroke. He was rock hard inside me, and I could feel him tensing up and thickening.

"I'm going to come soon," he moaned.

"Come deep inside of him," I heard Pete say, "I'm loading him tonight, too."

Between Pete's dirty talk, Sean's insistent hardness, and being with both men, it pushed me over the edge. I cried out as I began to come between us. I clamped down during my orgasm, and Sean pushed into me violently and started coming deep inside me. He moaned while he dumped his load into me.

Sean had no sooner withdrawn, and Pete got between my legs. He grabbed my chin roughly and moved my head back and forth. He stuck his thumb in my mouth and pulled on my cheek. He rubbed my face and beard with one hand and lifted one leg to lay on his torso. He placed his cock at my hole, and, in one unlubed stroke, was in me. I looked up at him, and he had a devilish look in his eyes. Pete didn't hurt going in; I was still wet from Sean. Pete decided that he was going to own my hole, he already did, but he was marking his property tonight. With a sturdy hard-on he began fucking me mercilessly. I was his already, he was showing off his property to Sean. Pete was always good to me in bed; he always met my needs while getting his. Tonight he was fucking me more roughly, more like property. I got lost in his competitive lovemaking, and while I always loved the way we had sex every time, this session was taking me to new heights of stimulation. I was his, he was proving that with every stroke. He started grunting like a caveman and throwing me the most brutal roughest fuck he had given me. His eyes were wild, rolling back sometimes, he was sweating and the slight glistening of his hard body was making me horny. He reached down and, with one hand, grabbed both my wrists and held them above my head. I was stretched out with my legs in the air.

I looked over at Sean, who was stroking the most painful-looking hard-on I've seen on a man. He was damned near salivating. I arched my back a little, and pushed my ass up to Pete, allowing him greater access. My balls were on fire as I felt a powerful load churning from my prostate. I moaned, I cried out, I screamed, and the first volley of come shot against my forehead, then all over my stomach and chest. Pete rammed into me in one final savage thrust and groaned as shot by shot his load coated the load deposited by Sean earlier. Sean came over to the bed and shot another magnificent load all over me. Pete wasn't done with his show, apparently, he withdrew still hard from me and got up and grabbed Sean by the throat and pushed him up against the wall and began kissing him violently. Sean looked scared when he was pushed but fell into the sexiness of the act and kissed Pete back with as much passion as he could. It was so hot watching them that my cock didn't soften. My balls ached, and my groin was stretched, but I lay there and began beading precum, watching them kiss each other for nearly five minutes. Despite having recently come, both men were still hard and their cocks were swinging against each others. Pete was the first to pull away. "I need a drink, my cock hurts," he laughed.

We went to the living room, and Pete poured us all a neat scotch. I went to the bathroom and got a towel for the couch.

Sean was the first to speak, "Excuse my language, but fuck that was hot!"

Pete laughed and agreed with him, "Yes it was! My legs are still wobbly. How are you feeling, Champ?"

I was still catching my breath, "You both fucked me so hard and gave me some powerful nuts. I need a few days to get back to normal."

Pete laughed, looking a little surprised. "You, not horny again in ten minutes, I don't believe it." Sean chuckled.

"I bet you have one more in you for tonight," Pete winked at me.

"I bet he does, too," Sean echoed.

When we were finally sufficiently cooled down, Pete grabbed Sean by the hand and took him to the bed. Smiling playfully, he pushed Sean on the bed and grabbed the lube. He fingered Sean's hole gruffly and poured a glob on his own hardening cock. Sean instinctively lifted his legs, and Pete pulled him to the edge of the bed. Between Pete pushing and Sean pushing back, Pete sunk in to Sean's hole carefully but decidedly. Sean gasped and ran his hand over Pete's abs and flat lower belly. Pete pulled back and thrust back in. Sean cried out in lust. Pete then began delivering a standard missionary position fuck. Nothing fancy, nothing exotic, just a good lay to empty what he still had left in his balls. Sean tossed his head back and forth on the pillow, groaning. His cock bounced as Pete bottomed out in him. His balls were tight and separated, and you could see them moving around in his sac. He looked over at me, sighed, and began silently spilling his load onto his stomach. Pete saw that, looked over at me, pounded him hard a few times, and unloaded into his guts. It was utterly masculine to see these two gorgeous men I knew enjoying an orgasm together.

Pete, undeterred, plopped down on the bed on his back, spread his legs, and said, "C'mon Champ, come fuck your dad."

I laughed hard and walked over to him, hardening up with every step. I lubed his hole and put some on me. I passed through, and he grabbed my waist. "Take it easy, stud," he moaned. I pulled back and went back in. He moaned again. I was rock solid. Pete was enjoying the hardness in him and began purring as I started pumping him. He moaned like a male porn star and reached up to my nipples and began playing with and pinching them. I threw my head back; somehow, it made me look longer and leaner. Pete gasped and looked over at Sean, "Look how hot my son is." Sean nodded, precum dripping from his hard cock but with his hands on his waist.

I started nailing Pete like he was my property too. I reached down and placed each of my hands on his ribcage, groaning as I bottomed out in him. For his part, Pete wasn't touching himself but had his hands above my elbows. He began breathing in fast short breaths, his cock bouncing and hard as steel. He looked over at Sean, "Oh. . .my. . .g-. . . I'm going to come again," he shrieked and promptly began emptying his balls all over himself. He convulsed and grabbed my arms hard enough to leave marks. I couldn't believe he was so horny, and it brought me to my last nut for the evening. I groaned, pushed hard, and began unloading my balls into him. I saw stars and got lightheaded. I fell down on Pete's hard body, my cock slipping from his ass and my load dripping from him down to the floor. He grabbed my shoulders and held me hard. He put his mouth to my ear, "I love you, I fucking love you." I kissed him lightly on his chin and rolled off him.

Still standing with his hands on his waist, Sean took a few deep breaths and turned away from watching us for a second. He was trembling. "I want to, but it's too much -- I'm so overstimulated I can't."

Pete reached out his hand to him, "Come over here."

Unsure, Sean walked over and sat down next to us.

"Spend the night with us," Pete asked Sean.

"I'm not sleeping alone," Sean said almost in disdain.

"No one said you would, and when that overstimulation wears off, you can choose who you want to finish with."

Sean leaned over and kissed Pete hard on the mouth. I rubbed Pete's belly where his come was pooled and stuck a finger coated in it in Sean's mouth.

"Don't be naughty," Sean said, smiling at me.

"Quick single showers," Pete said, "I think we have some pajamas that will fit you Sean. You can sleep in between us. I'm bushed."

"Fuck, you should be," I said laughing. Pete looked at me, tousled my hair, and laughed.

By mid-August, we had three-wayed with Sean about four times. Now, someone might think that we would get tired of it after a while, and the novelty would wear off from being with the same partners every time. It didn't, it got better every time. We all understood the limits and terms and lived by them, but when we were together, it was almost an anything-goes kind of affair. We never devolved into extreme kink or nasty. Still, we did have a damn fine time together and some of our antics were so idiotically immature, someone looking in would think we were all frat guys. I don't know what got into Pete that first time about allowing Sean to sleep over with us. I didn't mind because sometimes it led to surprise early morning sex. Pete and Sean seemed to genuinely like each other. I never felt threatened, Pete never felt threatened, and Sean got to have his cake and eat it, too.

Mid-August also meant that I was starting classes in a few weeks. I enjoyed working with Pete and didn't want to give up my time and money.

"Absolutely not! You're going back to classes starting in September. I'm not holding you back from your education. This is a job, that is your future. No, you're going back." Pete was animated but not angry with me as I whined that I wanted to remain working with him through the end.

"But they've already pushed back the end date to mid-October. How will you get through the next six months without help? Now is crunch time. You told me at the beginning of this project if it doesn't end well, you and the University won't be in a good spot."

"No," he wasn't budging.

I requested a private meeting with the University president and explained what I wanted to accomplish. He agreed that I was necessary and decided that my continuing work would take away and give me credit for my math, history, and sciences for the semester. I needed to take two foreign language classes to complete my first semester. I knew I would have to carefully broach this new plan with Pete so he didn't feel managed or manipulated.

"Pete, I've registered for my fall classes," I started cautiously at dinner one night.

"I'm glad to hear that. What does your fall semester look like?"

"I'm taking English two days a week -- it's heavy reading so there aren't many lecture times. And I have Arabic and Chinese the same two days."

"That's it? That's not a full course load."

"My math, science, and history were waived for the semester and given full credit based on my work with you."

"What?" he asked, laying his fork down and glaring at me. I was glad we were in a restaurant tonight.

"The last time I saw the University president, I told him how much I enjoyed working this summer and how interesting the process was and wished I could continue. He told me he found me among the most helpful and bright young people he had worked with for a long time. He also said what a shame it was that I'd be leaving. We spoke a little about my major, and he actually was the one who proposed what I just told you."

"He did? He said that to you?" Pete was softening. At least he quit glaring at me.

"So, I know that I was in classes for about two hours of the week this summer; this would be about twelve without any lectures, which I knew well in advance. Please reconsider your position on me staying with you.

Pete had softened considerably by now, "What is so important about working with me? You could return to the bar a few nights weekly to make money."

"It was never about the money working for you -- it was a factor, but I get to spend most of my waking hours with you. I don't think I've been anything but professional when we're out working together. Still, physically, I'm close to you, I get to see you, and I can smile at you instead of thinking about you. You were the reason I took the job. Plus, I have to admit, it's been fun. I've had a blast taking care of the details, watching you take on this project, and I'm proud I've been part of it."

"You really are something you know. I don't know how well we've done; we're pushed back six weeks, and that frankly annoys me. . ."

"That was not anyone's fault except the government when they rewrote the rules midstream. No one knew that was coming, no one could have known that. I won't allow you to beat yourself up about that one. I might have to spank you if you keep talking like that."

Pete began laughing at me. "Fine, you know how hard it is for me to say 'no' to you. You're with me to the end."

"You know," I said, choking back tears, "I don't ever want there to be an end."

Pete and I had sex that night, like every night that summer, but tonight was different. It was so intimate, loving, and fulfilling that telling the details would dishonor the act. He made love to me in a way that made me feel like we would be together forever.