V. Solutions
We stayed at San José del Cabo for two wonderful weeks. Jeff and Brian left after five days. We lunched together twice during that time, otherwise we kept to ourselves most of the time. Their presence after the air was cleared was no impediment. We assumed that they had other things to do.
The night after Jeff and Brian left, Thad and I were laying on the bed caressing each other, gently, quietly, sensuously. The breeze from the wather gently rippled across the surrounding sheer curtain. Suddenly it parted at the base of the bed and Jorge appeared! He was completely naked and gazed at us silently with burning eyes.
"What the hell!" I said as I sat up.
Thad uttered, "Shiiiit!"
Jorge was not a big man--maybe five-foot-eight. His body was muscled, bordering on wiry. He had a luxurious mop of straight black hair, dark eyes, a slightly arched nose and sensuous lips. His small aureoles were dark brown on his broad chest. They punctuated his well defined abs while at the base of his belly grew an equally luxurious mass of black hair. From that bush protruded an uncut cock that was large in contrast to his overall medium-sized physique. One hand was playing with his nip and the other cupping his balls.
After the initial shock of his appearance, I asked, "What do you want, Jorge?"
I know that was a stupid if not obvious question. But, for a moment all logic had left me.
Quickly he dropped on the the bed and crawled up between Thad's legs and just as quickly sucked his semi rigid cock into his mouth.
"Jeeze!" Thad exclaimed as he tried to back away. But, Jorge was firmly implanted. His suctioning and bobbing brought an, "Aw! Shiiiit," from Thad.
Thad glanced towards me with an imploring look. Obviously Jorge's ministrations were such as Thad did not want to forcibly lift him off his cock, but the knowledge of my presence created other problems for him. I merely smiled.
Finally, Thad cried out, "God dammit! Help me!"
We both reached down and gently, but forcefully lifted Jorge off that rigid, quaking cock. Saliva dripped from the bellman's mouth and reanointed Thad's tremulous pole.
"Jesus Christ!" was all Thad uttered. That was a lot for him. Having come from a fairly devout family the utterance of the name of the godhead was rarely invoked.
Jorge turned his attention towards me and lunged for my cock. I was as unprepared for that as I was for his presence in our room. But, I must admit, that macho Mexicano was a real master! His mouth was hot and moist. His tongue, slightly rough swirled around my imbedded cock-head as he expertly suctioned my tool. The combinations of the sensations plus the weird circumstances were almost more than I could bear.
Again, with superhuman effort, I pried him off my cock, stating emphatically, "No, Jorge!"
He sat back on his haunches and regarded first me then Thad. His hand went to his hard cock and he began to fondle himself.
"You want to fuck Jorge?" he asked.
Both of us shook our heads in unison. Jorge merely shrugged his shoulders.
His fondling switched to an obvious stroking as his gaze shifted from my cock to Thad's and back again. With shameless, brazen delight he started to jack off in front of us. The sight was both ludicrous and lascivious. I glanced at Thad just as he glanced at me, I winked lightly and grasped my cock. Thad looked down at my crotch and mimicked my action. There we were, three grown men in a circle jerk! Our pummeling hands increased their speed. Our bodies jerked as our eyes darted between those pounded cocks in front of us.
Jorge gasped, arched his back, cupped his free hand and unloaded a copious amount of pearly cum into his palm. Without taking his eyes from either Thad or me, he lapped up that opalescent ejaculate with obvious relish. That sent me over the edge. I groaned, and as I did Jorge bent over, opened his mouth and slipped it over my cock-head just as I exploded. Jet after jet of my cum hit the back of his throat. He swallowed it all down, licked his lips and turned to Thad whose eyes had by then rolled up with impending release. That pinkish-purple cock-head was soon encased again in Jorge's hot lips. Only this time, as with me, Thad did not object as he dumped his load in that hot Mexican mouth!
The three of us sat back. Jorge flashed a satisfied smile as he licked a droplet off his lips. "Thank you guys," he stated and stood up and stepped out of the curtained shelter.
"Oh, Jorge," I said.
"Yes, man?"
"Not again, " I stated emphatically, "Not again!"
He shrugged and said, "OK, man," jumped over the lanai railing and disappeared into the night.
I wasn't sure he understood. But, Jorge never disturbed us again. Guess we weren't what he imagined.
Thad turned his gaze to me, questioning.
"Interesting!"
"Yeah, but not exactly my cup-of-tea," Thad admitted.
I smiled. "You didn't enjoy it?"
"It was . . . OK! But, . . . it's like beer . . . which I never really developed a taste for."
I nodded in understanding. Although, I must admit it was interesting, but something I could live without.
Thad made an apt simile--threesomes were an acquired taste, I guess.
"Let's shower," I suggested.
"Yeah, I need one."
Like rinsing a bad taste from your mouth, that shower cleansed us. Over the months, I noted to myself, our showers fell into three categories. First, those showers we took alone although the other one was in the condo or apartment. I guess there are times when a person just needed to be alone. Then there are those showers we took together which frequently became erotically supercharged and we either ended up on the floor of the shower or in bed. And, third, those showers which were sensual, even loving without developing into a sexual marathon. Our shower that evening was of the third variety.
We laid in bed, that night and discussed the evening's occurrence, dispassionately. We both agreed that our love making was an important part of our relationship, but not the paramount aspect of it. We also agreed that we were not ready, if ever, to share it with another person--a threesome.
Another step had been taken.
Upon returning to the cities, I immersed myself in my job again. A week later, Thad went to Madison for a time to visit his parents. He wanted to see them before training camp started.
He had taken a late plane from Madison and called me from the airport.
"Hi, Mr. Man" came his bright voice over the phone. Ever since San José del Cabo, 'Mr. Man' became our own private joke.
"Hi, I answered back, "where are you?"
"At the airport . . . can I come over?"
"Yeah, but give me a couple of minutes . . . I have to send him home!"
"Shiiiit!" he knew I was joking, and added, "Save some for me!"
"All I've got, my love."
"That's what I want to hear . . . I'll be there soon."
"Waitin."
Twenty minutes later the door bell rang. I opened the door, Thad smiled, walked in, dropped his bag and gave me a bear hug! A huge one!
"What's that for?"
"'Cause I missed you!"
I nodded my head in understanding, and then he kissed me warmly. I was anticipating his next move, but he surprised me! Taking my hand he led me into the living room and sat me in my Barcelona chair, my prize possession, and he sat on the sofa opposite. I arched an eyebrow, questioningly.
"What's up?" I queried.
"I have a couple of things I want to tell you."
"Oh?"
Leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, he clasped his hands in front of him. This was an action that I understood. Two or three times before he had assumed this attitude, and it indicated some seriousness on his part.
"I have decided not to re-sign with the team."
I knitted my brows, half in contemplation of his statement and half in surprise.
"When did you decide this?"
"I have been thinking about it for some time now. . . . I've made good money, but football is not my life. . . . Besides, I've been lucky . . . not any serious injuries . . . at least not like some guys! I wanna be able to get up in the morning and hop out of bed . . . not roll out with pain!"
I understood this direction of logic. It's a known fact that nearly ninety percent of professional football players sustain life-long, chronic injuries. Some, seriously debilitating. I nodded my head in understanding. Further, Thad wasn't the highest paid player in the league, but his salary was substantial and he had played for the team for six years. From what I was able to observe these past few months--almost a year--with him he lived well within his means. I wouldn't say Thad was frugal, but he wasn't a spendthrift either.
He continued and confirmed what I had suspected. "I have put away a goodly amount. . . . My cousin is a financial advisor, and he gave me some good advice. . . . I shouldn't have to worry . . . financially . . . if I'm careful."
Again I nodded in understanding.
"Besides, I want to go back to school!"
Now that was a bit of a surprise. Thad had a degree in history and English, which I always thought incongruous for a professional football player. Generally, if they have a degree at all, it's in physical education and/or business. I know that may sound categorizing--but we all do that!
"School?"
He smiled, "Yeah, I'd like to get my Masters and maybe Doctorate--if I have it in me!"
Now that really took me back. It wasn't that I thought Thad intellectually challenged, quite the opposite. I knew he was bright! We had talked of many thongs these past months, but never touched on this.
"You have it in you . . . if you want it!" I assured him.
He smiled. "I know this all comes as a bit of a surprise, David. . . ."
Again I nodded my head. "Why haven't you mentioned this all before, Thad?"
He shrugged his shoulders, opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again as saw him forming his answer.
"I guess, David . . . ."
The planting of his elbows on his knees, the clasping of his hands and using my Christian name in this manner underlined his seriousness.
". . . . Things . . . sort of started . . . strangely for us . . . ."
I knew where he was going, or so I thought. "You don't have to . . . " I was stopped in mid sentence.
"Let me finish, my love. . . ."
That was better!
"I have been thinking about this for a long time . . . even before we . . . got together. Both things! These were things I needed to work out for myself." He paused, "I know certain things have been great for us . . . ."
I knitted my brows, questioning.
"But, I also know that some of the things . . . especially my public persona. . . sometimes . . . got in the way! I didn't want to burden what was developing between us with this. Besides I all but made up my mind on these issues last year. . . before . . . we . . . met!"
"But, why. . . ?" again I was cut off.
"Why not share this decision with you earlier?"
"Yeah."
A grin suffused his face, "Well . . . sometimes when I'm here with you, I need to piss. Do I have to discuss that with you?"
"Shiiiit!" I answered, using Thad's patois.
He smiled. "No, man, it was just something I had to decide for myself--make up my own mind."
That I understood!
"You understand me?"
"Yeah," I answered, "I do."
Thad sat back and smiled abstractly. We sat there for several minutes lost in our own worlds of thought. Then, like a bolt, he slapped his thighs, got up, smiling and announced, "I gotta take a shower . . . smell like a camel's crotch . . . after that flight!"
"Some camel," I shot back with a smile, and added, "Some crotch!"
"Hah!" Thad laughed. He walked to the hall, grabbed his bag and ambled towards the bathroom. I stood up and went into the kitchen.
"How about a coffee?" I shouted.
"Great!" came his ringing answer.
I fixed us both a cup of steaming brew, went back to the living room, sat down and sipped my java! A few minutes later, Thad padded back in, towel wrapped and glistening. He sat down and picked up his coffee. From my vantage point, and with his legs slightly parted, I could see his beautiful, hooded cock nestling atop his opulent balls. As might be imagined, that caused a reaction in me. My libido shifted into overdrive! I set my cup down, moved up to my dark-honey colored love and knelt down.
"What do you think you are doing?" he asked with a smirk.
"And, what do you think you are doing sitting there so brazenly?" I slipped my hand up under his towel and fondled his soft cock.
"Jeeze! Can't a guy sit down and sip a cup of brew without getting molested?"
"Mmmm! You want me to stop?"
"I'll give you an hour to stop!" Laughter bubbled up from deep in his throat.
My fondling had brought the desired results. Quickly he achieved an erection. I pushed the towel up 'round his waist, leaned over and sucked his hooded cock-head into my mouth. Deftly, my tongue slid into that soft sheath and swirled around the throbbing glans.
"Ahhhh! Damn! I love that." was his reaction.
I reached around, grasped his firm ass, pull him to the edge of the sofa and took his whole cock into my mouth. Thad deftly loosened the towel and opened it--I had an uninterrupted access to his legs and chest. My hands roamed both--stopping to twirl his already erect nipples between thumb and forefinger.
"Ahhhh!" was the reply, as his hands moved over my head and shoulders. "Take your shirt off," he demanded, hoarsely. I stopped sucking his quaking cock long enough to peel off my t-shirt and shorts as well! I dove back to the task at hand with greater zeal!
"Ohh! you don't know what you do to me, my love," he whispered.
I popped off his cock long enough to answer him, "And what about: what you do to me?" Then I added, "I love you Thad Washburn!"
"I love you, David Pierce! I love you so much."
I stopped my sucking, looked deep into his eyes. I saw his love for me, and I asked, "Love me enough to make a move?"
"Move?"
"Yeah, I've been thinking too. I have wanted to have you with me all the time. It's been understandable you having your own separate apartment . . . but . . . since you aren't going to re-sign with the team . . . ."
A broad smile, that brilliant smile suffused his face, "You asking me to move in with you David Pierce?"
"Yeah!"
"OK," was his simple reply.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
My joy knew no bounds. Uncharacteristically, tears flooded my eyes.
Actually, I had wished that we lived together. That wish had grown into a deep seated desire ever since San José del Cabo. Yet, I knew that for Thad, and his need to maintain a certain level of decorum as a team member, that was not possible. It's not that I felt he, or I, for that matter, were being two-faced, or living a double life, or participating in unethical or immoral behavior. Our life together was simply our business. The press could be vicious in its pandering to the little minds in out society. That is a given.
Until now, Thad's career had been smooth. He was not a star, but a solid member of the team. He had always received good press. But if it came to light that the utility quarterback was involved in a same-sex liaison, he would be hounded unmercifully. And, Coach Sunini would have been in the forefront! These were the realities.
We both felt that our personal lives were our own business. Certainly, our sexual preference, since neither of us were married, ought to be of no concern to anyone except ourselves. Yet, we realised the reality of things, at least to a point. My career would not have been threatened by such an arrangement, but, Thad's was another matter.
His decision not to re-sign obliterated that impediment, neutralised it. He would report for training camp in a couple of weeks, and in August he would be free of his contractual obligations. The press would not waist their time if they became suspicious.
Thad bent over and kissed me, deeply. I returned the kiss, pushed him back and returned to the delicious task in hand!
"Umh!" that now recognizable sound, escaped from his lips.
Slowly I began to bob up and down on his swollen, love muscle. My saliva trickled down over his balls and anointed his tight, sphinctered hole. This was a state that I knew from experience with him would happen. I reached beneath his balls and smeared my spit over his now quaking hole.
"Oh! gawd." I knew he loved that.
I carefully insinuated a finger into that hot, dark shaft and began to rotate my hand. He loved that too!
Again, "Oh! gawd." But this time he lifted his legs, placed them over my shoulders, reached down, lifted my head from his cock and drew me up for another lingering kiss. There we were, kissing, my finger in his ass and his brawny legs over my shoulders . . . totally exposed.
Breaking the kiss, Thad hoarsely demanded, "Fuck me, David Pierce!"
I didn't need preparation . . . I was already rock hard . . . all I did was to a slather some saliva over my rigid pole and rub it's swollen head against his puckered button.
"Ahhh!"
I grasped his thighs, moved up against the sofa and his awaiting ass, and pushed gently.
"Ahh!" escaped from both our mouths as my cock-head popped in!
I held my position so he could become accustomed to my invasion.
Neither of us had what might be considered 'vast' experience in getting fucked. The initial entry was always a bit uncomfortable. We had discovered over the months that after the introductory foreplay, additional time need to be taken to prepare for the foray! But once we had a chance to relax and get used to the other's cock in our ass, the resulting action, we found, was most pleasurable, even lasciviously gratifying.
Thad began to bear down after a short time. I pushed father in, retreated and then in again. Each time, a bit farther, a wee bit deeper. Finally, my cock was completely encased by that most erotic organ. He held that position, again for a short time.
I bent down and kissed those opulent, soft lips of my love. His tongue snaked deep into my mouth and our tongues dueled. . . a dance of love.
Slowly I withdrew part way and then, just as slowly, pushed back in all the way.
"Mmmm!" escaped from Thad's lips. His eyes which had been closed during the initial entry process, opened and focused. Again, he verbalized, "Oh! Your cock feels so good in me!"
I smiled and stated the obvious, "Your ass feels fantastic to me too, Thad."
He merely smiled and closed his eyes, expanding his erotic reverie!
"I love you, Thad."
His eyes reopened and he repeated, "I love you ," simply.
I regrasped his muscular thighs against my chest and began a rhythmic withdrawal and penetration . . . all the way in . . . half way out . . . all the way in. Increasing my speed and force of entry, I fucked this delicious man.
Groan after groan of delight escaped from his throat.
"Your cock feels so good in me . . . . Your cock feels so fuckin good!"
Thad and I had always been verbal in out love making. Even during those times when we came together for sheer sexual release, we verbalized.
"Gawd, I love how my cock feels in your hot ass!
I increased my speed even more and forcefully hammered this firm, muscular ass. After plunging in all the way, I pulled back 'til my cock-head slipped out, then I popped in in an out three or four times and before pushing it back all the way home! I loved the way my cock-head feels as it moves in and out past that sphinctered opening. And, I knew Thad really loved that too!
"Ohhhh! Yesss!" he exploded, "Do it again!"
I did. I was so aroused, still I was focused enough to do all the things I had learned Thad loved: kissing him while fucking, popping in and out, playing with his erect nipples, even licking his incredibly sensitive arm-pits. Soon, Thad was totally, completely eroticized. His whole body became one muscular, dark-honey colored erogenous zone! I turned and licked his calf . . . he groaned; I ran my hand over his chest and down to his muscled abs . . . he groaned; I pushed deep inside his gut . . . he groaned; I told him, "I love you Thad," . . . he groaned!
This was one of those times when making love somehow transcends self, for a period. I was focused on my love and in giving him maximum pleasure. I could sense deep in my loins that I was fast approaching that point when all else becomes secondary! But until that plateau is reached . . . all I did was for Thad.
Soon my being began to spin out of control. I, subconsciously, slipped into auto-pilot, and fucked!
Explosions . . . mental, emotional and physical, cascaded together! I disintegrated in libidinous release!
"Arghhh! Oh! GAWD," I screamed.
Simultaneously, "Arghhh! Oh, Fuck!" came the bellow from Thad.
We had climaxed noisily and simultaneously! My cock spasmed deep in Thad's hole, releasing its load . . . jet after jet! I felt my chest and face being anointed by hot man cum. I opened my eyes. Thad was still in the last throes of cuming . . . eyes rolled up, mouth agape and his cock spurting its pent-up load with ever decreasing force and quantity. Thad's hands lay flung to his side. He had cum spontaneously!
I released Thad's thighs and fell forward onto his torso, totally spent . . . our cum spattered chests meeting. . . our lips meeting. . . our breath intermingling. His thigh bracketed my hips and feet rested between my kneeling legs. We rested there for long minutes. . . regaining out breath and equilibrium.
After about two minutes, Thad whispered in my ear which was near his mouth, "This must be an omen!"
"Mmmm!" came my not totally uncomprehending reply.
Then he filled out his thought, "This was the first time I came without even touching my cock. . . . It's you!"
"No, my sweet man, my love . . . it's you!"
Two weeks later, Thad move his things to my condo. Accommodating: mine, his and ours was not altogether easy. But, we did it!
September came and Thad began his classes.
We are still together.