I absorbed a couple of drinks, sorting out the little dilemma that I was having: I did not want to have Chris thinking that I was “cheating” on him, but at the same time I did not want to have to hide any of my ‘playtimes’ from him. I was trying to answer the question of whether we were going to be a “couple” or whether we were going to just be playmates. I also knew that I was not the only one of the two of us to define the relationship: he was a part of it! I did not know which path this was going to take. After a few drinks, I called a taxi and went home. Early. I got points with the wife for being home so early. And why is it that I do not feel as strongly about cheating on her with my sexual escapades with men, as I did with the one trick that I had had since Chris? We make our own rationalizations, don’t we, we married men who play! By morning, I was feeling a right randy horn dog and ready for a return match with Adam at the hotel. Chris was not due back for another day or so, and I was acting like a naughty schoolboy with the temptation of Adam and his big cock on my mind. I called the hotel as soon as I got to the office. He answered. We made a date to meet in the hotel bar after work. “Time goes by…so slowly” when you are awaiting a rendezvous! I got there before him and found a booth at the back where I could slide in and not be noticed by anyone who might recognize me. I was watching the cars as they drove up, and recognized Adam as he got out of a luxury car in front of the hotel. The driver also got out, and they shook hands warmly. The startling point was that I instantly recognized the driver of the car: a business friend and acquaintance, Anthony, a lawyer. I watched as Anthony pulled away. Adam made his way quickly to the bar and, scanning the area, caught my wave and rushed over to the booth. There was no hiding the fact that we were there to consummate a clandestine arrangement. I did my deep animal growl as Adam slid into the booth across from me. He growled back and smiled. What a handsome fucker he was! We ordered drinks amid the idle conversation, and Adam had his shoe off and was playing footsy in my crotch before the drinks even arrived. (As hard as he instantly made me, I could have broken his toe!) We chatted about the events of the day before. I mentioned that I saw him get out of the car when he arrived and asked, “Was that handsome stud a trick of yours?” Adam smiled widely and teasingly replied “Maybe! What did you think of him?” I told him that yes, I did like what I saw, and was quite impressed, but did not reveal that I knew Anthony. I slid in a quickie question, “Is he hung?” and Adam responded, “Yeah, he is, but not as hung as you!” OK, OK, that information gave my dick a twitch anyway, since it confirmed a sexual connection with the lawyer! He tried to change gears, saying he prided himself in not talking about his playmates. I chided him, suggesting that one should always keep quiet if the guy was no good, but talking about the good stuff was very acceptable. He wavered, “Yea, the guy is good, but not as good as you!” and I accepted the compliment and dropped it. I knew that I would get more information in due time. We were back in his room in short order, more relaxed than the prior evening. We slowly undressed each other in an erotic strip that had us both panting with desire. I had brought along the amyl that Chris had gotten for me, and surprised Adam with it. “Just one hit,” he said, and then proceeded to whiff it deeply. It kicked in, and we both were melting with it, falling into that black velvet feeling of not being able to get enough of each other. We wrapped ourselves into each other completely, giving all for the sake of pleasing each other with hot male sex! We both were lost in the lust for each other, and his big cock never left my mouth until after he had noisily announced the arrival of his orgasm and then demonstrated the fact with obvious satisfaction. As I came out of the deep velvet fog, I was aware that we were both sweaty, that we were both covered in each other’s protein fluid, and that we were two very, very contented guys. Eventually, we showered, sensual and warm, holding each other. And like civilized folk, sat down to have a drink. We complimented each other on style and technique. We traded information: Both married; Adam confessed he only played when out of town; I found myself saying that had also been my scene, but I now also had a neighbor buddy. I talked a lot about Chris, feeling pride in describing how hot he was, being very descriptive of his muscular body, his thick dick, and his overall masculinity. Adam was turned on with my descriptions, down to the thick stubbiness of his cock, and asked if there just might be a chance for a threesome? I laughed it off, telling him Chris was too new at this scene to be introduced to a ménage-a- trois! Adam laughed with me, and in a confessional admission said he had been playing around for many years and had never had a threesome. Yet! We began to share stories, with me being the voice of experience, having had more than a few threesomes along the way. With the storytelling, I turned the conversation back to his chauffeur/driver of earlier in the evening, Anthony. Adam told me Anthony was a business contact of his, told me they had discovered each other’s proclivities at a trip to the health club when each put the eye on the other in the showers. I was wildly curious to know more. He said Anthony had wanted to come in with him earlier this evening but he had rejected the idea since he knew that I was waiting. I encouraged him to go on, enthusiastically telling Adam that I thought that hearing about the handsome stud was fuckin’ hot and was turning me on. (No lie, it definitely was!) We were both jacking ourselves slowly as he told me more about Anthony and we told each other various stories of various conquests while “on the road.” I learned that our Anthony was very closeted and discreet; he told Adam he had only very rarely done the deed with any male! Adam, bolstered with drinks, a heightened libido and my encouragement to provide intimate details, proudly proclaimed that he rode the hell out of Anthony’s ass: “Anthony just loves to be fucked!” I gotta tell ya: that truly did turn me on, big time! We continued our jacking off, admiring each other’s big stiffie, talking hot talk, until we shot our loads, watching each other erupt, talking each other into a hot frothy lather of white creamy spurting. (Whew!) While cleaning up, I suggested the possibility of a threesome with Anthony. “Maybe next time I am here,” and he seemed to quickly warm to the idea. Though he felt Anthony was still a novice, somewhat like I had described Chris to be, he also thought Anthony was so hot for sex that he just might be curious enough to want it try a threesome! And Adam admitted, “Hell, I would love to have a three way MYSELF!” We laughed as we realized we were judging these guys like a couple of old experienced hustlers! And I guess we were! We had shared only first names, but I gave him my cell phone number as I prepared to leave. Adam said that he would be back within the next month or so and assured me that he would make contact. I definitely wanted him to! In addition, my curiosity about Anthony and a possible threesome was causing me to leak some serious anticipatory juices! Seldom do I pass up sex at home, but that night was one of the few that I insisted that I was the one with the headache. “Not tonight, Josephine!” I slept fitfully, and once when I got up with the insomnia, I saw the lights go on over at Chris’s house. They were obviously back home and the thought of him being back gave me a rock solid erection. Sitting in the dark of the family room, I jacked myself off. When the demanding flow arrived at the tip of my prick, I spilled it all into my jockey shorts. Almost immediately, I was disappointed in myself since I wanted to impress Chris with a super-full load as soon as we got the chance to be together: Too late, it was done. The semi-erection stayed, and was at full mast in the morning. I resisted the temptation to take it in hand: I would be seeing Chris today! And I did see Chris: he and Marilyn came over for a drink. It was almost painful to be with him like this, without the ability to jump on his bones! We made a lot of eye contact, and mouthed the words that were probably “missed you,” “want your dick” and the like, but it did not matter what words might have been mouthed, it was hot and erotic to be with him. He quietly asked if I had taken care of things when I checked the basement workshop. I smiled, told him that I had definitely added a deposit. He looked perplexed and confused. He went on, saying he had hoped that I had laundered his wet and sweaty jockstrap and gym clothes. With amusement, I realized again that he was still very new to the ways of a lusty male as a sexual partner. I never clarified that I had had a fuckin’ hot jerk session in his jockstrap. That fact just seemed to be too sophisticated for him to appreciate just now. The subject did not come up again for many months! The next day was New Year’s Eve, and we were all at a party, a tradition in the neighborhood. I worked very hard at circulating, not giving any greater attention to Chris than to any other of the guys. Chris approached me, however, asking if anything was wrong, had he done anything to offend? I smiled at him, liking the schoolboy crush attitude, and in the sexiest gravelly voice I could muster I told him that he could never accomplish that. He seemed greatly relieved! Late in the evening, there was a discovery that we might run out of ice. Chris and I were dispatched to retrieve ice from the icemakers, and we both jumped at the chance to do the errand. I quickly loaded up all the ice from our fridge, and scooted over to Chris’s house, where he was waiting for me. We kissed, deeply and longingly, with the whispered, “Damn, I missed you,” “Fuck, I want you so bad,” “Wow, does that hard cock feel good!” And other stimulating terms of endearment. I went to my knees and had him worked up to deliver a series of wracking spasms in just moments, and he certainly delivered. I looked up at him and told him that his load was like an elephant’s! Sheepishly, though with pride, he said, “I’ve been saving it for you; Marilyn got none of it!” I moaned. “Chris, that is not right!” I said to him. He seemed hurt by my comment but there was no chance to pursue it further. Almost in the next instant, Marilyn was coming in the back door, “Hurry up you guys, everyone is wanting fresh drinks! And wanting the artichoke dip that I forgot!” she explained. (And I wanted Chris to blow me, but that was not going to happen tonight!) We trooped back to the party. Dammit: this was not the first time we had narrowly escaped a physical workout with Marilyn right on the heels of orgasm! Chris looked at me, winked, and let out a long sigh of relief. Back at the party, word had gotten around that Chris and I were going on a “get-away” trip to the mountains together, as gifts from our wives. The neighborhood husbands, all Suburban Daddies, provided a consensus of approval and a uniform expression of envy. One of them put in a side comment, “That sounds like an invitation to go hunt pussy, you lucky Guys!” Chris and I just smiled. The trip was only three weeks away. Even the thought made me leak sweet pre-cum in my shorts, and I could tell from his flushed face that he was likely oozing too. Non-stop sex. And I would tell him about Adam. And some other things too, I vowed inwardly! In three more weeks!
