Playing With Fire
“Fuck.” I muttered under my breath as I pictured Neil wrapping those big arms of his around his daughter. Tami was home rather unexpectedly and had no idea about her father and me.
I looked at our coffee mugs and sat frozen on the couch as I heard her familiar giggle. I hadn’t seen Tami since she moved out of province last year. The last time I saw her was one summer when I was with Todd and we bumped into her at a bar, after she had broken up with Mark Olsen. Mark…another guy I had messed around with. While he was her boyfriend many years ago when I was in university. Now here I was with her dad.
Fuck I thought again to myself as I rearranged my position on the couch when I heard her dad say, “You’ll never guess who’s here!” followed by the sounds of her questioning him, and their footsteps moving into the back of the house where I sat in the living room.
“Oh my God! BRIAN!” she squealed at me as I stood up. She came running to me, the fiery little redheaded girl with the freckles that was once a best friend to me when I was a kid. I opened my arms with a smile and let her practically jump into me, knocking me back a bit before I regained my stance and held her in a brief hug, looking over at Neil as he stood with his hands in his jeans pockets looking suddenly rather serious.
“Hey girl!” I spat out in the hug, realizing how gay I sounded. But Tami didn’t notice. She pulled back, leaving her hands on my arms and took me in.
“Look at YOU!” She gave me a sexy grin and then squeezed my arms. “You’re looking even better than the last time I saw you!”
“I ran into Brian a few weeks ago at a call. I couldn’t believe how much he’d grown up!” Neil said from behind us as he hovered in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen table in the middle of the large kitchen.
“And I’ve heard you been quite the little stud lately.” Tami side eyed me, playfully punching my chest with her small hand. She was a short girl, not getting her height from her dad but practically every other feature.
Neil’s eyes widened as I looked up at him, suddenly fearful of what she may have heard.
She pulled me down with her on the couch and turned to face me, grabbing my hand to hold in hers. “We were out last night, and I ran into Allie who told me all about you!”
“Allie?” I suddenly asked, glancing over at Neil.
“Allie! Alison Kovacs?” She rolled her eyes. “She said she met you with a bunch of guys a little while ago and you’ve been out with her a couple times?”
I shot a quick look at Neil, who suddenly frowned again, and took a step into the living room, moving to the large armchair across from us, looking at me with a sudden interest. I looked back at Tami before I could tell if he was smiling, or angry.
“Oh! Alison!” I gave a nervous laugh, before I took my eyes off Neil’s questioning glare. “I didn’t know she went by Allie.” I made a face. “Yeah, we’ve hung out a few times.”
Tami punched my chest again with the back of her hand. “Hung out? My goodness Bri. She couldn’t stop talking about you! Told us all what a nice guy you were, and how smokin’ hot you were.” She winked at me. “And she’s not wrong! I mean if I had’ve known you’d grow up to look like this I would’ve secured you years ago!”
Neil cleared his throat and clasped his hands together between his open legs as he sat there looking at us. “When did you get in? I thought you weren’t coming home till Friday.”
Friday would be the start of Thanksgiving weekend in October in Canada. Tami had a job in Quebec, which Neil had told me all about. With his other daughter pregnant now out west, we were never concerned about daughters turning up at their childhood home. Until now apparently.
Tami turned to her dad and faced him, leaning forward in the same way as her father, which I found rather eerie. “We came in yesterday.”
“We?” I asked innocently, trying not to look at Neil’s face. I hadn’t told him about Alison.
Tami gave me a look. “Oh my God, you probably don’t know. Mark and I got back together last year.” She grabbed my hands and then turned back to her dad. “Get this Dad: Brian’s best friend from university is Mark’s sister.”
Sandra’s brother, Mark Olsen had broken up with Tami not long after I had sucked his cock a few times while I stayed at his place with Sandra one weekend about 4 or 5 years ago during university. I didn’t know that Mark got back together with Tami. I hadn’t seen Sandra in a while either. Not since she started dating my old neighbour, Mario, who I also had a taste of HIS big cock as well…and more. I had a brief fling with that straight guy before I took off to Europe and subletted my apartment to Sandra, who I guess took over sexual duties from me to Mario.
And then there was Sandra and Mark’s dad - Ben.
I was getting the feeling that everyone associated with Tami was someone I had messed around with sexually. Tami’s father: check. Tami’s boyfriend: check. Tami’s boyfriend’s sister’s boyfriend: check. Tami’s future father-in-law: check. Tami’s friend Todd: check. Tami’s friend Alison…well, not yet.
Neil frowned at me overtly. “You know the Olsens?”
I suddenly wondered if Neil “knew” the male Olsens as well as I did. “Uh, yeah. Sandra and I went to university together and I met her family. They’ve had me over a few times.” Well, their father had me over more than just a few times.
Neil squinted at me, and I stared at the FIRE letters written across his shirt, over the mounds of pecs that he inadvertently flexed as he stood there. I noticed.
Neil then just rubbed his chin, the sound of his stubble scratching as he stared at me without saying a word. Tami turned back to her dad. “Mark and I are supposed to be staying with them right now, but I got Mark to drop me off here first so I could visit with you first. And they want you to come for dinner on Saturday. So - you’re coming.” She lifted a finger to him, as if daring him to argue. Neil looked at me for a moment, opened his mouth but closed it again without saying a word, before he folded his arms across the FIRE words and gave me a look and then spoke.
“Actually, I just asked Brian to join me for dinner since we were both going to be alone this weekend, to kind of catch up and keep each other company.” Neil grinned over at me, hiding behind a wall of shame as he made up an excuse for us being together. He wasn’t totally lying: he DID ask me to come for dinner on Saturday. But we were going to do much more than catch up.
And then Tami turned to me. “Well then YOU should come too!! Oh my God, Sandra’s going to be there with her boyfriend, and I’m sure they would all love to see you again!”
I saw Neil think of a way to protest, so I jumped in to offer some assistance. “Oh, I don’t want to impose on your family dinner.”
Tami slapped my leg. “Nonsense. Mark knows you, Sandra would be over the moon, and her parents love you too so I’ve heard, so consider it done. What’s one more? I know they won’t mind.”
I froze for a moment, thinking that if I went, and with Neil being there, I would have had a secret sexual affair with every man in that house. And not one of them would know about the other. I couldn’t imagine being in a house where I had done something with EVERY MAN in the place, sitting at a table with them ALL.
I looked over at Neil and he shrugged, giving me the first hint of a smile. I think he knew what I was thinking, and was suddenly enjoying it. I couldn’t remember if I had ever told him about Ben, but I know I did tell him about Mario and how he was now with Sandra. Maybe that’s why he was smiling.
“I can give Brian a ride over. I think that would be fun.” Neil was smiling widely now, and sat back in the chair.
Tami went off suddenly about her trip back, talking fast and ignoring me as she filled her dad in. He offered her a coffee and she talked the entire time he made it, handing me another one without asking me what I wanted. Tami gave us no notice. It was about an hour in when she suddenly asked me the question we hoped would never come.
“So…what are you doing here anyway?”
There was a moment of silence as I quickly looked at Neil and then back to his daughter. But it was Neil who took the answer, like he had it all planned out in his head.
“I ran into Brian a few weeks ago at a call, and we’ve been catching up a few times over coffee. Sharing in our grief. It’s nice to have someone nearby to talk to that gets it.” He gave me a quick wink.
Tami let out a groan and grabbed my hand. “I heard that you went off work for a bit, but no one seems to know why. What happened? Is it your mom?”
“God no. I wish.” I said without thinking. Neil stifled a laugh but Tami sort of gave me a disapproving look. “I was in a car accident with my best friend and he died. I took it hard and needed some time.”
“I heard you went to Europe!” She suddenly said smiling, avoiding the painful issues. “Allie told me all about the places you went to. Tell me more!” I remembered how insensitive Tami was over things that weren’t about her.
And just like that, I was back in the closet, I didn’t mention anything further about my “best friend” Joe, and Neil sat across from me like he hadn’t just been fucking my brains out a few hours before. We talked a lot about my trip, me leaving out all the foreign men who fucked me along the way in every country, or the ones who had been fucking me since I returned, most notably her hot firefighter father sitting looking at me with his FIRE tee spread over his bulging muscles, or his wide bare feet tantalizing me at the end of his jeans.
Tami left just as abruptly as she arrived, giving us both hugs and kisses, telling her dad she would be coming back on Friday to visit him. She made sure I was coming to Thanksgiving with her and her Dad to the Olsen’s on Saturday, and I couldn’t find a reason to say no. She left at last, and as Neil shut the door, he stood at the side window watching her leave, as I stood awkwardly beside him, waiting for the interrogation, suddenly wondering why he didn’t say anything to her about us.
“She’s gone.” He said, turning to look at me. His face was serious, and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Was he mad or disappointed that we didn’t say anything to her? Was he thinking about Sandra’s boyfriend, who he knew I had a fling with? Or was he hurt I hadn’t told him about Alison?
Instead, he let out a big sigh and slowly walked to me, opened his arms, and just pulled me into his body and hugged me tightly, kissing the top of his head.
“I’m so sorry Brian. I wasn’t expecting her till Friday.” He just crushed me against his muscular chest, holding me tight and slowly rocking me back and forth. “You okay?”
“She doesn’t suspect anything about us?” I mumbled into his pecs.
“No.” He muttered, peeling me away from his body to look down at me. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to say anything yet.” He looked uncomfortable for a moment. “And I’ll be honest, I wasn’t sure if I was ready yet. I’m sorry.”
I shook my head. “You don’t have to be sorry. This is your life after all.”
He frowned down at me and clasped his hands together on my lower back as he held me. “It’s your life too. Well…it can be. If that’s what you want.”
Truth was, I wasn’t sure what I wanted yet. I was in love with this man. At least, I thought I was. I said I was. And he said he was too. But after so many relationships where the love word was used, I was beginning to doubt my own feelings.
“But you are coming to the Olsens. I’d really like to do that with you.”
I looked up into his light brown eyes, looking all sexy at me. How could I say no? But the Olsens? I thought about Ben, Mark and Mario all being there, watching me. What a small world this was turning out to be.
“Can you stay over tonight?” He suddenly asked me. We hadn’t talked about it, and I thought I’d just go home tonight.
“You want me to?” I asked innocently. He gave me a wicked grin and took my hand in his and pulled me back to the couch, sitting down with me beside him, opening up his arm so I could snuggle into his body again.
“Of course I want you to. You can stay every night. If you want.”
I felt my heart thumping. This was getting serious. He was basically asking me to move in.
I turned my head sideways against his chest and listened to his own heart pounding away in my ear as I wrapped my arms around him. He felt good. Too good. This was getting VERY serious in my head. He didn’t even question me about Alison. Or anyone else that may have crossed his mind as Tami talked. This was no jealous man. This was just a kindhearted, sincere big man with a big heart and a big dick. What more could I ask for? And he was lonely. Like me.
“Of course I can stay tonight. But first, I need to be completely honest with you.”
Neil looked down at me again, his hands still laced around me holding me in place. “Then I will be completely honest with you too.”
That unnerved me for a moment, but instead of blowing it all out of proportion, I just nodded and said, “Deal.”
Before we started our conversation, Neil decided we’d order something for dinner: Chinese. He poured us wine, and we ate without talking about anything too deep. It was very casual and light, and I couldn’t help but think that THIS COULD BE every day after all. Something so easy and safe, sitting beside this big man, with his big hands and feet, his sexy reddish blonde hair, his soulful brown eyes, and the smile that made me shiver on the spot.
When we were done dinner, we settled back into the couch, Neil gently kissing me, leaning over me to sort of snuggle into my body. He lifted me up and over him, sliding slightly sideways on the couch, my legs dangling over his lower body, his arm behind me, and he pulled me into his body tightly as we lay together.
“So….” He started. “Who wants to go first?”
The time for honesty was here. “I will.” I said without looking at him. I started, telling him about how I met Alison just after he went out west to visit Shawna. I had met her with Todd, who had reached out to go out. I told him I was good, but Alison had set up a few chance meetings afterwards, and we ended up going out to dinner one night last week just the two of us, and then again just the other night before he got home. He didn’t ask me anything, just let me talk. So I went on to the Olsens, and how I reminded him about Mario, my big neighbour in my first apartment. He spoke then, remembering me telling him about him, but didn’t know that Sandra, Mark’s sister, was still going out with him.
“Well that might be awkward.” He snickered, letting his hand run up my chest. “You afraid Mario will want this again?”
I gave a nervous laugh, wondering who else might think that at the Olsens this weekend.
Neil lifted his head up and looked at me. “Well, he’s just going to have to keep his hands on his girlfriend. Cause you’re all mine.” He teased.
I nodded. “Yeah.” I drawled out. But I flashed back to Mark and his dad Ben, and the number of times I had sex with them over the course of that weekend, and several times after that year, and inhaled deeply. “I’m all yours.”
But then it hit me: I shouldn’t be talking at all about these guys. Especially Mark, since Neil’s daughter was back together with him. I couldn’t spill the beans about Mark, or their DAD for that matter, and I suddenly regretted saying anything at all about Mario. “Please don’t say anything about Mario, or let on you know. He was…or I guess IS straight after all. And this could turn out to be like some Greek tragedy with me at the centre of it all….” I kind of looked at Neil with a scrunched up face.
Neil looked at me with a grin at first, but then his face changed when he realized. “I won’t say anything to Mario – I don’t even know the guy. Nor will I say anything to Tami. Not even about us.” Neil rubbed his chin and actually paced around for a minute. “Are you okay with all this?”
Okay? I thought to myself. I wondered what he meant for a split second before I realized he was talking about “us.” I nodded to him slowly, and he simply responded by sliding over to me and pulling me into his arms, playing with my hair as I rested my cheek against his chest, feeling rather anxious about this dinner I had somehow been roped into.
Neil’s hand stroked my hair and I stared at his big bare feet resting on the coffee table. I had my hand on his flat stomach as I laid there, feeling his big fingers softly and gently caressing my head. I loved it. So did Neil apparently as I saw the bulge in his crotch. My hand went there to hold it, and he immediately took in a deep breath and adjusted his ass underneath us.
“Careful there.” He whispered softly, not letting up his light strokes on my hair.
I felt how hard he was getting and couldn’t help but smirk. “Why? You expecting your daughter back?”
He chuckled. “God I hope not.”
“Good.” I mumbled and started to fumble with the fly of his jeans to free his monster from its confines. His hand stopped moving on my head and he just held it there as he waited for me. I breathed in his manly scent as his thick member came into view. I pulled the shaft out of his fly, and grabbed it by the base to hold it up. I stared at the perfectly shaped head, the veins running down the length and moved my thumb upwards, over the top and felt the drip at the top. “You’re already leaking.” I said quietly.
Neil just breathed as I rubbed the small amount of precum over the head of his cock. I glanced up at his face, his eyes staring down at me watching with lust as I brought my thumb up to my lips and sucked it back, tasting him. He gave a little grin and his hand moved over my soft hair once again.
I looked back at his cock, and stroked it up and down slowly, feeling it harden even more in my hand. Neil shifted again, moving his free hand down to his left side to push his underwear down a bit but I didn’t move. I just stared at his dick, the size of it, the feel of it, and the smell of it before I moved over it and opened my mouth to swallow it down to the base.
He groaned, and I imagined his head falling back as my nose buried into his pants. He reflexively pushed his hips upwards into my mouth, his hand on my head holding me firmly as I deep throated his cock. I went to work on it, suddenly so hungry for him, working my fist around the base, my mouth slicking it with my spit, working on it fast and furiously.
“Oh my god you are so good at that.” He moaned over me. His fingers dug into my hair, grabbing it at times, forcing his cock all the way down my throat. I gagged once and he pulled back, stopping his hips from thrusting and his hand from pushing. But I didn’t let up. I wanted him. And I wanted to show him.
I could hear the sounds of my slurping in the quiet room, along with Neil’s deep intakes for air as I sucked his cock like a porn star. From my position on the couch I could take him deep, and he could push into my throat to make sure.
“Fuck Brian.” He groaned. “You’re gonna make me cum like this.”
I didn’t stop. I didn’t look up. I just sucked, and stroked, and slurped and went faster up and down. I wanted to show him what I could do. I wanted him to experience everything with me. I wanted to experience this kind of life with him.
His fingers clutched my hair and I felt his body tense under me. His stomach tightened, and his legs widened as he grunted. “Fuck!” He groaned out. “Fuck!” He said louder as he leaned up a bit, squishing my head against his contracted stomach. “Oh my god!!”
I sucked his cock like a pro, using my tongue around the head and my fist twisting around the base. I wanted to make him cum. I wanted him to shoot his load right down my throat.
He leaned completely over me now, holding my head in his hands like a football on his dick, sliding a hand under my chin and almost pushing me up and down on his cock to show me this was the position. My head was bobbing up and down fast, and I wasn’t going to stop until I got his hot reward.
“Oh fuck! Fuck…I’m gonna shoot!!” The last word came out in a halted grunt, and then his first blast erupted into my throat and his entire body shook. He held me on his cock as he shuddered out his cum, my hand around his cock holding it in place, my lips secured around it, my throat working to swallow down his tasty thick load.
I swallowed fast, savouring the taste of him, milking out the rest, feeling his hands holding me securely in place, my mouth like a vice grip around his pole, careful to not let a single drop escape. I moved slowly, feeling his body shaking as I did, sucking his cock upwards while holding it at the base as Neil continued his sounds above me.
“Jesus! Holy FUCK!” His body gave a series of shivers as I finally came off his cock with a loud pop. I gave another swallow and wiped the sides of my mouth, feeling the salty liquid at the back of my throat. I stared at his cock, still hard and thick but feeling already softer in my grip, slick with my saliva when I felt the hand under my chin turn my face upwards.
Neil’s mouth crashed on mine and he groaned as he kissed me, his tongue probing deep into me, making him groan louder. And then he was moving out from under me, pushing me sideways as he moved off the couch and onto the floor. He lifted me back onto the couch, shoving me down and moved in between my legs, quickly grabbing the zipper of my jeans and opening them up as he looked up at me.
“It’s okay…you don’t….” I started to say but he had pulled out my 8 inches and dove down on it. I gasped at the feeling of his mouth, and stared down at this big muscled firefighter sucking my cock in earnest. What he lacked in skills, he got marks for effort.
He copied my movements, wrapping his big hand around my shaft and held my dick up as he sat back on his bare feet between my legs. I put my hands on his massive shoulders as he got comfortable, and I felt his warm mouth cover half my cock again. He tried to take as much as he could, gagging on it before he noted how much he could handle. His big hand squeezed the bottom of my shaft and he started to work on the upper half in a warm, wet and very successful manner.
I could see his eyes look up at me as he had a mouthful of my dick in his lips. My hands went to his face, holding the sides of his cheeks, feeling his ears as his head moved up and down. I grinned, studying this hot older man working to please me. And it was working.
My one hand went to the top of his moving head, feeling the bristles of his short greying reddish crew cut hair, the thickness of his skull. I started to groan, and he matched my sounds, working frantically to make me cum. I opened my eyes wide, feeling the surge and nodded at him.
“You want it?” I breathed out.
He worked faster, moaning out “Mmm hmmm” but didn’t let up or stop. His fist tightened around me, twisting the base of my cock in a manner that was making my face go numb.
I gripped his shoulder and leaned back, closing my eyes as I listened to the sounds of his mouth on my dick. “Fuck Neil. I’m gonna cum.” I was moaning now, lowly, squeezing my fingers into his thick round shoulders. I opened my eyes enough to see this wide shouldered muscular man, on his knees, blowing me. “Oh my god…” I moaned out, as my leg started to shake beside him.
I squeezed his shoulders, grabbing the material of his blue Firefighter shirt, and tried not to fuck his face and make him choke. I gritted my teeth as the rush of my semen surged upward and grunts were now flowing out of me. But then just as I felt the first eruption coming, he came off my dick and stroked it fast.
“Holy fuck!” I panted out as the first volley of cum flew out of me, straight up in the air, over his fisting hand.
“Yeah boy let it all out!” He roared, watching the first few sprays of my cum shoot upwards, landing on my stomach, the couch, his hand. And then he went back on my cock, taking in more than he had before and I let out my own roar.
He moaned as he swallowed, slowing down his movements and making more sounds as he tasted my cum, and swallowed it down. I shivered watching him, my body convulsing in spurts as he licked and sucked and took the remainder of my load as I panted. Finally, I let my body fall back as my softening cock remained in his hand.
“How was that?” He grinned up at me, still squeezing my cock from base to tip, as if he was trying to extricate every last drop of juice in me before he leaned over it and licked the top quickly. He kept moving, upwards to me, with that handsome grinning face. I leaned back up and took his wide face in my hand and kissed him.
I tasted my own cum on his tongue, mixed with his spit in a hungry kiss. Neil’s body moved into mine and I felt myself being pulled from the couch, into his arms, as he managed to stand up with me, never breaking the kiss.
“C’mon sexy. Let’s go to bed.” He said as I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He effortlessly carried me up the stairs that way, right to his bed, where we plopped down and continued our making out. I loved the feeling of his hands on me, stripping me naked, as I did to him, until we were under the sheets, still kissing passionately, feeling our bodies against each other.
Spent from our orgasms, we simply laid there naked, grinding, kissing, feeling our bodies until we fell asleep. I woke up several times, and each time Neil’s hands were on me, his body against me, his legs on me. I would snuggle into him, shift slowly to try not to wake him, and just enjoyed the sensation of this giant naked muscled man next to me.
But my mind wouldn’t shut off.
As Neil slept beside me, I suddenly realized that he never told me what he wanted to be “completely honest” about. My mind started to wander about what that could be. And then I started picturing the scene ahead this weekend. Seeing all these other guys around Neil, wondering how I would react. Mario was the last guy I had been with before I escaped to Europe. He was too straight for me, but here I thought Neil was a straight guy, until his wife died. Mark was another straight guy that didn’t really want to do much. And now that he was dating Neil’s daughter again, I couldn’t tell anyone about him.
And then there was Ben.
I spent the week leading up to the dinner at the Olsens constantly thinking about Ben Olsen and what it was Neil wanted to tell me. I was too afraid at this point to ask Neil what it was, now that my mind was fixated again on Ben.
Guilt was consuming me. I should have told Neil about Ben, that sexy hot dad, who found ways to be with me while I stayed at their house during my second year at university, and a few weekends after that while I was at university. Fuck he was sexy. Fuck me, he was HOT. I thought I was in love with that married man back then. But I couldn’t handle the whole “he-was-married” thing. And then that next summer I met Joe and I kind of forgot about him.
Until Joe died.
And Ben was the first man I tried to reach out to. After those 107 days after Joe died, he was the one I called first, but he never answered his phone. So I turned to my professor Tom.
I still wonder how things would have turned out if Ben had answered his phone. Would he have come to rescue me? Would he have told me then and there that he would leave his wife finally and be with me? Did he still think of me after 4 years? Was he REALLY in love with me?
With our schedules that week, I didn’t see Neil in person until he picked me up for that dinner at the Olsens on Saturday. I was hoping to relieve some much needed buildup of cum when he arrived. We didn’t have time though, and even though our kiss could have led to some fast furious fucking, we agreed to wait till after dinner, and he’d take me home to his bed, even though it would be hard to wait since he looked so fucking handsome in his form fitting tan pants and crisp dark blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up on his large forearms.
Neil and I agreed to try to behave around the Olsens. I was used to pretending I was straight so I didn’t think that would be a problem. Until the door opened and Ben Olsen re-entered my world, standing there looking even fuckin’ hotter than I remembered. And I could see the same lust in his eyes when he looked back at me with that smile that made my knees go weak. Once again.
