THE RED DOOR By Mike Austin
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Sunday arrived with rain showers dragging across the beach and Gulf. The dark cloud bank hovered offshore and clung, suspended in the distance, obscuring the daybreak. Bill stood staring out at the unfolding weather as Rob with coffee mug in hand, nestled beside the new man in his life and stood silently taking in the same view. The pair wrapped arms around each other and continued their silence. Rob began, "you know I could get real used to this" then paused, at which Bill added "me too bud, me too" then both headed to the kitchen, where Rob began a breakfast tradition that continued to the present; warmed four flour tortillas, soft scrambled eggs with jalapenos and diced tomatoes, topped with Mexican white cheese, OJ and coffee. Even on vacation, that was their Sunday start off. The dishes cleaned, laundry underway, emails and news processed, Rob pointed to a stack of bills that had begun arriving for Bill a week ahead of his actual arrival. The men began routines they have enjoyed since. Monday was Rob's day off that week. He drove Bill back to "Renown" for the job app, formal interview and within an hour, was congratulating his partner, for his employment. They celebrated with a great seafood meal and "69" back at the condo, then a swim after the morning rains. For the next 10 years, the pair drove to work separately, did their 8-10 hour shifts and returned to their life off the radar.
Fast forward two years as a couple; Kevin, an old fuck buddy from Rob's past, called one Thursday to announce he was in town for a car show and wanted to connect. Rob explained his new life and as he was trying to back away from a hook-up, Bill intervened and urged Rob to invite his buddy to dinner and whatever. They'd had an open relationship, but it had never been tested with someone from Rob's past before. Kevin agreed to dinner and a meet and greet Friday and arrived at 7pm sharp. After hugs and hand-shakes, they enjoyed supper, after dinner drinks; and as neither Bill or Rob had to work on Saturday, Kevin was invited to join them for a romp and stay-over. Rob kneeled between the pair of Feeders and turned his attention first to Bill, then Kevin then back and forth for several minutes urging both topmen cocks to full erections. Both, interestingly were uncut, and both with rather short hoods. Bill's dickhead was oversized and that likely attributed the always visible piss slit extending beyond his hood and Kevin's cock curved upward and similarly, had very little overhang, even flaccid. Bill rotated Rob's mouth to Kevin's cock as a guest courtesy and Rob nor Kevin objected. Bill watched as his partner deep-throated Kevin w/o delay or problems. That wonderful gulping sound Rob produced told all. Kevin looked to Bill for continued approval and after getting a wink and nod, Kevin gripped Rob's head and began a resolute power face-fuck. His glutes drove the power dick into Rob's throat with no resistance, just the warm muscled hole of his cocksucker. After an aggressive orgasm, Kevin pulled out and quickly rotated Rob's head to Bill. Bill wasted no time after slow stroking as he watched Rob and Kevin in action, before driving his own dick down Rob's fresh fucked throat. It was a no brainer that Rob would guzzle Bill, who didn't hold back. Both feeders guided Rob's head now and the passion overwhelmed him and as was customary, he shot off hands-free, exploding a massive cumload across the floor. All emptied and needing a rest, the three settled into the king-sized bed and fell into a deep sleep; ignoring the overnight thunderstorm, lightning and claps of thunder.
A sunny Saturday morning found the guys waking early. Kevin hurriedly downed a cup of coffee and sped off to his hotel to get ready for the car show. Bill and Rob had agreed to visit the show and would look for Kevin later. They'd agreed not to repeat the prior night action as there was a car show event/dinner meeting that would run until about midnight; and then Kevin had an early morning check-out of his hotel. He was invited back for another go round and over the ensuing years, became one of the pair's favorite "third". It was about nine that Bill's cell rang. But not recognizing the number, he let it roll to VM; only listening afterwards. The call was from Donovan, the Door Dash delivery guy, from that first meal night two years ago. "I've kept your number in my contacts list and I'm still drunk enough to want to ask to hook-up if you're free and interested" came the slurred voice? Bill listened intently, then re-played it for Rob. Rob nodded and smiled and asked Bill to let him watch if they connected. Bill saved the number then hit redial and the same slurred voice answered. "Hey Donovan boi, this is Bill and I'm returning your call. If you want some dick, I'm good for it but want you to know that Rob will be here and wants to watch". Donovan was eager, off work and wondered when he could drop by? He was invited to join them for the car show, but Donovan had to decline that as he had to be at work at 1pm. Bill invited him over now and Donovan agreed. In 15 minutes, the now graduated delivery stud rang the door buzzer and was welcomed in by Rob. He led Donovan to Bill who was kicked back in bed, legs splayed, arms behind his head and raging hardon thumping off his lower abs, leaking pre-cum. Donovan wasted no time chowing down on the thick cock before him. Rob slipped in the bedroom and watched the eager young cocksucker go at the hard dick. His head eagerly bobbed up and down and feasted on the tubesteak. All three grew verbal as Donovan worked for Bill's cumload. After 10 minutes of head, Bill was ready to blow, gripped Donovan's skull and shot wad after wad down the boi's throat. Finishing off his feeder, the Door Dash stud stood, licked his mouth, gave a thumbs up and offered to give Rob head next; who declined, but thanked him for his show and offer. Donovan's talents would be shared often in the future, at least once a week, he gave the pair of men head and show of his cocksucking skills. He never jacked off or even stripped before the pair of men. It was all about him sucking dick.