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This One Might Be Different: Different-Chapter 4
The next couple of weeks were filled with decisions. The clinic was being finished before the supplies and equipment were brought in. Greg and I collaborated on both the clinic and the house, deciding esoteric stuff like the flow of traffic, storage, walk-in versus appointment systems, a medical record system, insurance, billing, what instruments would be cleaned where and a host of like issues that we didn't want to solve at the last second.
In our home, colors, storage, domestic staff, household management including ordering of kitchen and bathroom supplies, cleaning supplies and other issues including what brand of what products in some cases.
We ordered meals from the main kitchen on a computerized menu for the day and sometimes just made a picnic out of the items in our own kitchen. We had hired a footman, a male maid who turned out to be the footman's lover, a gardener, and a driver. The ranch security types and Theresa's cameras watched the property and her drone system had already proven itself (see Nifty-Gay-Relationships-The Schuyler Fortune-A Throuple of Bums). We felt safe for the time being.
Some of the workers would gather at the hot pools near the river after work. The custom was to strip naked and edge one's self into the pool, hang out, play with whoever else wanted to play and then jump into the river to cool down.
We were nothing but organized and had the luxury for a time of Mary watching Christopher. The time came, however, when Mary and Albert had to go back to Idaho to sell their property. Albert had their property appraised and since they were trying to sell their land (some 20 acres and 2 houses) in the winter, I assumed that they would have to take a discount from the appraised value.
Greg and I decided on a surprise for them. We contacted the realtor in Idaho on the side and asked her to film every square inch of the house inside and out including fixtures. We then formed a shell LLC in New York which formed another corporation, funded it and asked the realtor to accept that offer when it came rolling in.
Mary and Albert never found out who bought their property and were really excited to get their asking price!
The corporation's board included Greg and I with Christopher as successor to both of us. Someday his grandparent's home and property would be his...untouched. The corporation installed a young caretaker couple in a house on the property who had a young daughter, Heather and toddler son, Tony. The caretaker and family dealt with the corporate attorney in New York for many years and we were not to meet them any time soon.
We had all of the original furniture and objects replaced as if Mary and Albert had never left and at routine maintenance the color scheme and even the door knobs would stay the same, courtesy of the realtor's pictures. Greg's parents arrived safely back and moved into a house close to ours but far enough away to avoid any chance of auditory audits.
The grand opening of the clinic was attended by hundreds of workers and some locals as well. We gave tours and free flu shots that day. We had hired an RN from Portland, a jolly bear perhaps 30 years-old, masculine, out-going, always cheerful except when he wasn't and perfect for the job. He would double as the supervisor of the office and began the search for a physician's assistant right away.
"A PA," he announced, "can do all the office stuff including sutures, write prescriptions and take call on the occasional weekend if I let him out of bed." He was joking, but with a glint in his eye. Somehow, I saw a cub in his future attending to his needs as well as the clinic needs.
Not long after he arrived, Barry RN had whipped the clinic into shape and made friends with everyone he met. Our patients were usually gay men, but he was also good with Christopher when immunization time rolled around. Chris was fascinated with his beard and while he was busy being so entertained, the needle would enter and leave without Chris noticing much.
The PA turned out to be just what I had imagined: a slim, handsome cub who seemed to please Barry immensely and was a whiz physician's assistant as well. His name was Jorge, born in Santiago de Compostela, a famous town in northern Spain for pilgrimage over the centuries. He was a liberal Catholic, not particularly welcome at home. His spoken Spanish was the Madrid dialect with a light 'th' substituted for the 's' sound...'si' or yes was pronounced by him as 'thee', a soft 'th' as in 'clothing' not 'there'.
Barry was the loving daddy he never had and the two bonded like peaches and cream. From all accounts, they fucked at night, in the morning, at noon, and on breaks in the clinic in the exam rooms. I found them thus engaged one day in the clinic exam room, briefly thought to stop the 'unprofessional' behavior, told myself to get down from my high horse since this whole ranch was not exactly family oriented, and stayed to watch at their invitation.
One learns lessons where they are taught. That sex was white-hot and heart-felt.
Greg and I had been married a year before he turned to me at the dinner table one evening just after the footman had left the room temporarily and asked me if I would ever be interested in topping him.
The question took me by surprise. I choked on my pasta. He hauled off and slapped me on the back in case I needed help then sat and waited for an answer.
He grinned at me. "You're not the only guy with a hungry ass out here in the wilds of Oregon, you know."
He followed that with the only sentence in the English language I had never wanted him to utter.
"I know your cock isn't as big as mine, but my husband has a tool I want to try out."
I glared at him for a minute or two before we both broke out laughing. "You really want my inferior cock in your ass? Why would...oh never mind...I don't want to know, but I'm willing to charge in the Light Brigade and use the sabre when ordered."
"Oh reeeaalllllly," he drawled, "it can't be that bad. This isn't warfare, husband of mine, it's lovin. I want your hot, hard pole to fill me up. None other will do."
"Well, then," I replied, "a question remains. When does this romantic party begin?"
"No time like the present when it comes to loving, oh wondrous spouse," was the comeback.
When the footman returned to the dining room, he found it empty, put one and one together and chuckled.
Greg, demure for a change, daintily picked off his clothes and sat on the side of the bed, uncertain about how to play bottom for me. I had to think about the top role for a bit, remembered Greg's moves and gently pushed on his chest. We were both naked by then. He didn't budge.
I was reminded that being a bottom didn't cede power or control at all. So, I stood in front of him while he polished me up and lubricated my throbbing pole, then he lay back. "How do ya want me."
"You're fine...really fine, buddy."
"I leaned forward, lowered myself down a bit, and kissed my husband. Our tongues licked each other's lips and gently bit. His mouth opened and my tongue slipped into his mouth. I explored every inch and I licked his tongue some more. We were breathing heavily now. Our hands were roaming, touching, squeezing, and rubbing in a sensory frenzy."
"I put my mouth by his ear and growled, "I'm going to fuck your ass, buddy."
"I'm going to put my hard cock up your hole," I whispered. In return, he turned his head and bit my neck gently. He smelled like aftershave, really good citrus aftershave. "Ouch, bitch. Now I'm also going to have to breed you...fill your ass with my cum until it drips out afterward."
"Promises, promises." By this time, we were in a mating frenzy. I lubed my finger and drew it down over his hole toward his tailbone. Then, the soft part of my finger touching him and drawing it down once again, I gently applied pressure at the hole, his sphincter wobbled a little and finally opened enough for my finger to enter. I inserted my finger and pushed in and out. I remembered that the prostate is on the front wall of the rectal tube so turned my finger curving it up toward his belly button and felt around a bit and found his soft button in the wall of the rectum a few inches up. I applied gentle pressure and watched him come unglued. Two fingers, more fun, three fingers a little tougher... with a little hiss from Greg.
He relaxed again after a few minutes followed by increasingly loud cries to fuck him now. I again whispered in his ear. "You have to learn to be patient, Greg. I'm in charge now. This ass is mine, all mine, and I'll use it as and when I see fit. Settle down, baby."
He whimpered and settled into a controlled shiver. When I was ready, good and ready, after I had brought myself halfway to crazy wanting him, I applied some lube to the head of my cock and just placed the tip at the slight depression at the entrance of his hole.
I applied no pressure initially, but he felt the touch of my cock, nonetheless. He knew my cock was at the door. His sphincter, once again tightened, now relaxed, tightened, relaxed, and just as it relaxed again, I applied a tiny amount of push, lodging my slippery cock tip in the entrance. By this time, I had natural juices flowing which helped make things more slippery. And so, it went, push, relax, push...I finally felt my pubic hair against his, my pubic bone against his, bottoming gloriously out and held my ground for him to relax again and accommodate me.
"I feel so full, Simon." Greg, my vocal lover, would tell me just what he felt at every turn. "I feel like I have to take a dump and it feels so damn good, it's such a rush to know that you are inside of me getting ready to breed me."
I settled down to the serious business of fucking Greg and making him happy. I tossed everything out of my head but the mechanical in and out, muscle management, ignoring my lower back which began to complain after a while, putting off coming until Greg was ready. I leaned over to kiss him regularly, to bite his nipples and lick them tenderly, to stroke his cock when his own hand let me, gently kneading his balls.
When I judged his knees were giving out, we laid on our side, his right leg up supported by me, me behind him fully inserted in and out, then finally I turned him on his hands and knees.
He was sobbing by then, close to coming. I withdrew for a second and reaching underneath to his cock, I jacked him off while I fucked him really hard, kind of rough to be honest and he unloaded just before I did. I pumped large pools of cum deep in his ass and he flooded the bed.
"I love to fuck you," Greg said, "but getting fucked is my new favorite thing to do. Please say you'll do me again and trade off, please..."
His request was granted and although I didn't have a high-school maligned cock, he was thrilled to be bred with what I had to offer, the cock I married him with.
We hired a nanny/tutor guy to watch Chris during the day. He lived in the house in a spare bedroom. Both Greg and I appreciated his kindness with Chris and his fresh approach to everything. He had a degree in elementary education but his school debts and living situation made it tough to teach in a school. He was friendly, good-looking, had a swimmer's build and actually was a really good swimmer with a lifeguard certificate. We trusted him to help Chris learn to swim. Charley, the tutor, had grown up in Texas and knew horses really well. He was a good rider and volunteered to get a horse for Chris and teach him how to handle the horse.
In bed one night, Greg reminded me what I said once about a third party in our bed for fun. I grinned at him. I knew what he was going to say and was glad he said it first. I had the same thought. "What would you think of inviting Charley to play with us some night?"
"Why not? He loves Chris and is a good guy and sexy too. I don't want to marry him just now...I've got my hands full with you, lover. At the same time, variety can be the spice of life."
"How shall we ask him?"
"Why don't we tell him what we just discussed...that the idea isn't new to us and we agreed before we got married to play safe if we ever did and to tell each other and not go out and fuck others alone without both of us present. And that he's attractive and if he wants, with absolutely no pressure, he's welcome to join us tonight.
"We should tell him that if he doesn't show, we'll assume he doesn't want to join us, and we won't mention it again. The last thing we want to do is harass him sexually. We should make it crystal clear to him that this would be voluntary, not related to his job and won't affect his job."
The next morning at breakfast, we rolled the idea out. Charley blushed and said he thought that would be fun, but he was a virgin and didn't know beans about how to fuck. Greg smiled at him and told him that only practice could lead to expertise but learning anything was a process and if it wasn't fun, then it was work...so we would be careful to make sure he had fun. He said he slip in about 9 pm or so if that was a good time. He thought Chris would be asleep by then and the house quiet.
The house was quiet, and we were in our shorts in bed when a quiet knock at the bedroom door sounded and a shy Charley slipped in. Greg threw back the covers and invited Charley to lay down between us after taking off everything but his shorts.
Greg kind of took the role of master of ceremonies. I took the role of staring at Charley's young body, firm ass and generous package. Not to exclude his shy grin and brown eyes. Greg and I began to touch Charley all over and invited him to explore us. I leaned over and kissed him gently without tongue and Greg nuzzled his neck and gave him a back rub. "How ya doing so far, Charley."
"This feels fantastic."
"What do you see so far?"
"Both of you have nice chests. Both, let's see here, have a nice butt. Both of you have brown areas around your nipples and your nipples are standing up firm. That's cool too. Both of your cocks are bulging out and getting firmer."
I leaned over and sniffed Charley's pits and his groin and just laid my hand on his groin. He liked the heat transfer and his cock grew some and jerked. I could feel a little moist area on his under-gear.
Greg began to kiss him, got him to open his mouth and Greg did his signature tour of Charley's mouth then and they began to make out big time while I gently brought down Charley's shorts, kissed my way down to his cock and took it in my mouth.
The heat of my mouth caused him to gasp and when he realized that it was hot and wet in my mouth and my tongue was rubbing the front side of his cock just underneath the head, he went nuts. When I licked the top of his cock, he went wild.
Charley melted into the sheets, then grabbed the sheets and began to breathe hard, his body jerking occasionally in response to an intense stimulus. "Oh God," he said, "I never knew it could be this good. Oh fuck, man! Please don't stop."
And then he began to beg, "Don't stop, please, don't stop, I need to cum."
So, we stopped abruptly and let him catch his breath to teach him how to pace himself. Greg took off his shorts and Charley got a look at the high-school maligned cock and nearly shit his pants. "How did you, I mean, it's so big!" The words slipped out before he filtered them, and he blushed.
"Does it hurt or bother you when you use it?" Charley blushed again.
"You mean, said Greg, grinning, "does it hurt someone else when I use it on them."
"That too, I mean..." Charley's voice trailed off.
Greg spoke tenderly to him. "The first time you get fucked it needs to be a smaller size to allow your first time to be memorable in a good way. Later, a cock of this size can be your best friend and many guys like the biggest one they can get stuffed in their ass."
"Tonight begins your first lesson and we're taking it slow. If we get to fucking, Simon's cock is perfect for a first time. He was my first and I'll always appreciate how he broke me in, so to speak. But now let's bring you to be a master of sucking cock the right way."
By that time all three of us were stark naked and all three of us had a pretty good idea of what was up. "Take your mouth first and cover your teeth with your lips and take one of our cocks into your mouth a little way, tongue under the cock to begin and gently push your head forward a little. If you start to gag, back off. This isn't a porno film."
"When half of the cock is in your mouth, try wriggling your tongue back and forth over the skin of the cock. Its texture is just rough enough to make the cock feel really good. Simon, why don't you do him while he does you to kind of show him."
Charley was a quick learner with a great teacher. He came buckets as did I. He blushed again and told us he had always come a lot. He asked us about fucking and wanted to try it. Greg turned over on to his stomach, Charley got hard again right away and with some encouragement, Charley's cock slowly disappeared into Greg's tunnel.
For a second, I had mixed feelings about another guy enjoying my husband and fucking his ass, coming inside of him. That was my ass, damn it.
Then I reconsidered.
It was hot to watch, both were having fun and felt great, Greg still loved me, we were teaching the new guy who was Chris's teacher, it was new and different, some variety again, and it was hard to deny Charley's delight at his new task which he also was taking seriously, not being silly or feminine or mincing or talking baby talk to my husband. His ass muscles contracted and looked beautiful pushing his cock in then pulling out some as his glutes relaxed.
Finally, Chris looked surprised, stiffened up, got a slightly distressed and awed look on his face, blushed again and came roaring into Greg's ass, collapsing down on Greg's back. "Oh God, that was so good. Did you come?"
Greg pointed to the pool of cum on the towel on the bed and to my own washcloth soaked in cum now, for I had taken care of business during my long watch. On the table beside the bed were several warm wash cloths. I got up, made the guys lay back and I tenderly bathed them, washing their semen off and dried them with a warm towel. Chris and Greg were asleep then in each other's arms and within a few minutes I was too.
As I drifted off, I thought I wasn't sure the scene would repeat, but the look on Charley's face (and the contented look on Greg's face) when Charley came was intoxicating and I thought about sexual addiction for a second before I slept.
The three of us did get together again often over time. Charley wanted to try bottoming and I got to be his first top. He slipped into our room again one evening at our usual time of 9 pm (he now had a standing invitation unless we were travelling or tired and told him we needed our beauty nap or something) and begged to get fucked.
Greg helped him undress and let Charley get in the mood by some frolicking. I undressed and played with my cock for a few minutes, getting it hard and warmed up. I thought of the responsibility I had making Charley's first time good for him, a memory that would follow him a long while through life. I got the lube and condoms out of the drawer, fit one on and continued to play until Charley was ready.
He lay on his back and I moved to a spot between his uplifted knees. I remembered Greg's first time and tried to repeat it. Charley reacted a lot like Greg had. His hole sucked me in, and he begged me not to stop. He said he liked feeling full.
He was a kisser, a good kisser and fucking him was a pleasure, but he wasn't Greg and I wasn't certain Greg was enjoying what he saw happening
Charley spurted all over the room and I came like a stallion. We fell asleep in each other's arms after we were done and after Greg rinsed us off.
The next morning, I asked Greg what he thought. He swallowed and said he had a flash of anger that my dick was enjoying somebody else, then rethought it and got all hot watching his lover's dick get so happy and Charley's obvious happiness and pleasure.
"I'm beginning to have feelings for Charley, and I think you might too, Simon."
I sat back looking at Greg's eyes seeing tears in his eyes. "What are we going to do?"
"We're going to take life as it happens, Greg. We knew when we started messing with Charley that he was a good guy and we got intimate with him and with intimacy comes attachment sometimes and some of that may have happened with us."
"It's OK to love more than one person, Greg. I wouldn't object to your loving me and Charley too. I would be devastated if you stopped loving me."
"I feel the same way about you and Charley, Simon," Greg replied. "Why don't we talk to Liam and John and Mason about how they handled their situation and maybe get some ideas about how to proceed here"?
"You and I will make our final decisions. but getting advice might be useful."
"If we go ahead with this, we'll have to talk to Charley too," said Greg. "We don't even know if he loves us or whether he just likes the sex or what...in fact, we should talk to Charley first, I think."
We talked to Charley that night when he came to our bed. We didn't have sex. We talked. He blushed, smiled, cried a little, and told us that he loved us both to distraction but didn't know how to tell us. He was so grateful for us loving him and introducing him to intimacy with men.
"If I thought it was an option, I'd marry both of you and sleep with you both every night forever. I would give anything to adopt Chris too or be his guardian or Godfather or something formal. I love him too, not like you, of course.
Greg and I decided we didn't need advice. Charley was in.
Charley married both Greg and I two months later in a quiet, non-legal ceremony during which each of us promised to honor, love and cherish each other for as long at least two of the three lived. Chris carried the flowers. Theresa performed the service.
That night Charley did the honors and topped both Greg and I like a thoroughbred breeds his mares, er, stallions. While Greg and I made out, Charley went back and forth between our asses, whooping it up and finally spraying over both of us. Each of us fucked him and each other before breakfast. Good thing the clinic was closed for the day after the wedding.