Waiting for the US Open
My Spanish is not bad since I had taken it in school for a bunch of years and I had dated this Mexican women early in my twenties and had to learn more. But Chris? Poor guy. Aussie's don't learn Spanish just because.
Sure, lots of people in Barcelona speak English – most people in Europe do – but it's just polite to at least try. We signed Chris up for an online crash course in conversational Spanish. As if he didn't have enough to do.
After about a week, after we had taken possession of our house and found furniture and dishes and all that crap, we walked around the house trying to decide where to put stuff, where the guest rooms were, what the fuck we were going to do with all the space.
But our room was on the top floor and was surrounded by a rooftop deck that overlooked the city. We got some big potted trees and put them up there for shade and it soon became our favourite place to hang out. We could even fuck out there and no one could see us, which was a bonus.
So soon after we had set the place up as best we could, we got back on a plane and arrived in New York for the US Open. Jack met us at the airport – with Stuart, I was glad to see – and brought us to his place. We weren't staying with him, but he wanted to give us dinner and celebrate our new house.
Stuart, it turns out, is an awesome cook. Who knew? We had all these shrimp that were buttery and tasted like liquorice, with pasta, and then some kind of chocolate reality from another planet. I caught him in the kitchen and gave him a big hug. “You seem to be at home here.”
He looked happy, but said, “It's true. It feels really good to be with Jack. Maybe I'll move. Since you guys are gone, the school doesn't feel the same. I thought about finding some teaching in New York.”
I patted his ass and said, “That sounds great. All of it. I'm really happy for you. Both of you.”
We went back to the living room and Jack gave us some insanely expensive cognac. Apparently the divorce hadn't depleting his resources much. He didn't have his son that weekend, but I said I was curious to meet him.
“Well, you two will have to come back soon. Before he grows up.”
Chris smiled at Jack and said, “Oh, we'll be back. We can't stay in Spain all the time. Neither of us is a citizen, after all.”
We talked for a while but I could tell Chris wanted to get to the hotel. It was getting late and we were on the verge of a lot of jet lag. Since we were on match rules – no sex – we would just be getting some sleep. I looked at Jack who clearly had other ideas. Jack said, “So...you two looking to head to your hotel...?”
I jumped in and said, with a grin. “We're going to have an early night, Jack. Tennis rules.”
He looked disappointed and Stuart looked annoyed. Not at us. He said, “Jack...”
Chris decided it was a good time to leave. We got up and hugged them warmly and Jack held me a little longer than necessary which felt nice, but I knew we needed to go.
In the cab to the hotel, Chris said, “Jack is an animal now. He's as bad as me.”
Laughing, I took Chris' hand and said, “Yeah. I think Stuart was shocked. Poor guy. But maybe after the Open...?”
Chris squeezed my hand and said, “Let's just see how it goes. I have a lot to do in the next while.”
This was true. We got to the hotel and fell into bed. Jet-lagged and tired and a little drunk.
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Chris and his coach – who came a different flight than us – spent the next few days working on his serve and some game tactics. Brad was dealing with the logistics at the three tournaments Chris was entered in: Cincinnati, Winston-Salem and the Open.
I called John and asked him how my father was. We had arranged a couple of weeks before to have him moved to an extended care facility where, apparently, he just lay there, steadily declining. John said, “Does he have a living will or something like that?”
I thought a moment. “Not that I know of, but I can come to Boston in a day or so and look in the house. I guess if he had one it might say we could unplug everything?”
“That's right. But since there isn't one, we just have to wait. I don't think it will very long, anyway.”
“Thanks, John. I really appreciate the attention your giving him.”
Chris had told me not to bother coming to Cincinnati for the Open there. “Mike...it's in the suburbs, it's not a great town. I was there last year and was bored out of my skull.”
“But I want to be there for you...”
“Mike, I love you. We love each other. That's more than enough support for me. Stay in New York. Go visit your dad. Hang out with Jack. Hook up with people. Whatever you want. It will make me happy knowing you're doing something you like.”
I tried to argue, but he wouldn't have it. He can be totally dominant off the court too, I have discovered. And I am happy to submit. It kind of turns me on. So he left with his coach and Brad stayed behind to continue organizing things for the next two tournaments. I knew Seamus was coming in a day to be with him, so I was on my own. I wondered if I should hang out with the two of them...and maybe have some fun, but in the end, I decided to chill out in New York.
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I hung out in the hotel room until after lunch, then went sight-seeing, something I've never done there. You know: the Met Museum, the Guggenheim, Central Park. But I got bored. At about five, I went and sat in a bar for a while, nursing a beer, but called Jack to see what he was up to.
“Jack! What's going on?”
“I'm at work, Mike. Until about six. Why don't you call Stuart. He should be home and I'll join you later.”
When I called Stuart, he sounded happy to hear from me. I went over the Jack's place and we hung out on the deck drinking wine. Stuart seemed so happy. It was amazing to see. I had never known the guy to smile at all, much less smile as much as he was.
“You two are so cute. And you are head over heels, right?”
He blushed, which on a red-head is something to see. “Yeah...I totally am.” He sipped his wine and said, “You and Chris...it's so amazing to see you two together. You're totally in sync with each other. It's kind of inspiring.”
Now it was my turn to blush and I looked out at the city. The deck – the penthouse, really – looked out over Central Park. Not for the first time I wondered how much fucking money Jack made. This place must have cost a fortune. But then I thought: Chris is making that kind of money now. Holy shit. I said, “You're sweet. But we do have a good thing.”
I looked at Stuart who was wearing this blue t-shirt that contrasted with his red hair amazingly. His arms were all freckles. I got off my chair and sat beside him. I could tell he knew what I was up to. I leaned in and purred in his ear, “You are so fucking cute, Stuart. Remember the time I fucked you, and then with the dildo?”
He gave me a big smile, “How could I forget?”
To my amazement, he reached over and slid his hand into my shorts, gripping my cock which was half-hard. I leaned closer and we kissed really softly, our tongues lazily rolling around. Then I got down on my knees in front of him and pulled his shorts down to his ankles. The little brat wasn't wearing underwear and his pale fucking cock was just sitting there, waiting to be sucked. So I did.
I licked it from top to bottom a few times, then nursed his balls. He tasted a little sweaty and a lot amazing, and his hands ran through my hair. When his cock went into my mouth, he pushed my head down and I let him thrust into me a few times. I was struck by how horned up I was all of a sudden. I stood up and pulled my shorts off. My red briefs were all tented out by my cock. I said, “Let's hit the bedroom, Stuart.”
I pulled him up and we necked for a minute and then he led me inside. Just as we got into the living room, the main door opened and Jack came in. He stopped when he saw us – standing there, mostly naked, very hard – and burst out laughing. But because this was the new Jack, he started to peel his suit off and soon he was just in his underwear and I could see that cock of his outlined in them. I smiled demurely and said, “We're just going to the bedroom...want to join?”
His smile was beatific and his eyes looked woodsy and dark with lust. He pushed some of his brown hair out of his face – it was longer, I noticed – and he said, “It's been a while since we've traded cocks, Mike...so yeah.”
He practically growled and walked over and pulled me in for a hug that was also him grinding his cock into mine. I reached around and slid my hands in his underwear and pulled them down. I cupped his ass in my hands and pulled him closer. I felt Stuart behind me pull my underwear down and soon there were three cocks out, mine and Jack's mashed together, and Stuart's sliding up and down my crack. I pulled off Jack's mouth. “Now we really have to go the bedroom.”
I pulled away and walked down the hall and I could hear the other two behind me. They took me by the arms and threw me on the bed. They both got on their knees and fed me their dicks, letting me grab them and rub the heads together while I licked them.
I looked up and they were kissing really deeply. That dark hair against red thing they had going was really striking, and Stuart's freckles seemed highlighted by the light tan that Jack always seemed to have.
I took a breath and let Jack push his cock into my mouth. I felt my mouth stretching and the head of his cock immediately hit my throat and wanted to go further. I kept breathing and he kept pushing. For a moment, he was all in and I relaxed and I could actually feel his pubes on my lips, but then it was too much. I spit him out, gasping.
Stuart's cock replaced Jack's and it went in nice and easy and Stuart leaned his cock deep into my mouth. I could feel Jack rubbing his cock on my cheeks, smearing precum everywhere. The smell of both cocks so close to me was fucking great: warm and spicy.
Jack moved and because my mouth was full of Stuart, I couldn't see him, but then I felt his warm lips on my dick, his hand grasping the base and pulling me into his mouth, running his tongue all over it. I had to moan and I pushed my hips up so my cock went deeper.
I pulled off Stuart's cock and said, “You know what I want, right?”
Jack gave me a look of pure hunger. He said, “Yeah. I want you to take my cock, Mike.” I was surprised by how urgent he sounded.
I said, “Yeah. I want it.”
I got the lube and reached over and got him all wet with it. I just loved even holding that thing in my fist. I leaned over and licked the end where a bubble of precum was forming. Stuart grabbed the bottle from me and said, “Let me...”
He got his hand all gooey and pushed some fingers into my hole and sucked my cock into his mouth at the same time. This guy was always surprising. I watched the red of his hair moving and I ran my hand through it.
But Jack pushed him away – nicely – and nudged my legs back and I felt the head of his cock start to push. I took a deep breath, then another and relaxed myself and he started to slide in. I hadn't forgotten how it felt, but it was intense. He kept up the pressure and my hole stretched and my body took him. He filled me up and then he was all in. His big balls rested on my ass. His face was really close to mine and he whispered, “I want to thank you for pushing Stuart my way...so I'm going to fuck you hard to thank you. Is that cool?”
I laughed and looked at Stuart who was busy with his face in Jack's ass. I called out, “Stuart...get over here. My mouth is going to want you soon.”
He got up and wiped his mouth and made his way over to me. He took his cock and ran it over my lips, smearing his juice. I licked the head and let him push it in my mouth and at the same time, Jack gave me his first thrust. Fuck it was a lot. It hurt and didn't hurt at the same time. I reached back and took his marvellous ass in my hands as if to brace myself. He took another thrust and Stuart pushed a little deeper into my mouth until I felt the my lips touch his body.
I shut my eyes as Jack put more energy into fucking me and I suctioned Stuart's cock with my lips, moving my tongue up and down the underside. My own cock was throbbing but I left it alone because I knew if I touched it I would blow.
Jack adjusted the angle of my legs, pushing them back and to the sides at the same time so he could get deeper, if that were fucking possible. He went faster and for a while I rode the edge of pain, but it faded as I relaxed, as my ass loosened around him.
Stuart pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood up on the bed and moved so he could feed it to Jack, who hungrily sucked it in, growling some more.
I looked down at my dick and realized it was steadily flowing with some mixture of cum and precum and I scooped up a bunch and brought it to my mouth. I knew if I put my hand on my cock, that would be it and the faster Jack fucked, the closer I got without even touching myself.
Jack moved faster and Stuart turned to me and said, “When he's done, I get you.”
I couldn't even think about that because I felt the grip Jack had on my legs get tighter and I felt like I was going to split in half he was fucking me so hard. My whole body felt like it was being stretched and just as it became too much, my cock – all on its own – started shooting sloppy jets of cum across my chest. A whole bunch. There was a lake of cum and Jack started to almost yell and he squeezed his eyes shut and at the same time, Stuart leaned down and their mouth met.
Jack's body was trembling and I knew I was being given a lot of cum and deep. I looked down at the little lake of cum running all over my chest and belly. I scooped up some and fed it to Jack. He licked my hand and Stuart kissed him, trading my cum.
There was too much cum for me but they both leaned down and started to clean me off. I had created monsters, I guess. But Stuart pushed Jack out of the way and without hesitation, he started fuck me, and fast. He was a demon and compared to Jack, it was easier to let him be one. I wrapped my arms around his torso and pulled him down so we could kiss and really fast he reached the goal and almost yelled into my mouth.
He pulled out of me and collapsed onto the bed. Jack joined him and they lay together, kissing. My ass was full of cum and I could feel it drooling out, but I lay down behind Stuart and pulled him close. We were sweaty and hot and felt like my body was covered in cum. I said, “Shower. I need to shower.”
Jack reached over and slapped my ass and dug his fingers into my hole. He said, “You're sopping wet.”
I pulled myself up and we all got in Jack's ostentatiously big shower. He could have had parties in the damn thing. But it was good for three and we gently washed each other off. I let Stuart use his cock to clean my ass – he somehow was hard again – and he fucked another load into me so I had to wash all over again. But it's all part of the fun, right?
Later, as we lounged on the deck again in the hot night, listening to the traffic below us, sipping wine, I realized I felt better. I told them about my dad, about Barcelona and the house. I told them about Anika and how I didn't want to sleep with her, but that we bonded nonetheless. It was nice to be known by these two. They talked about the possibility of Stuart leaving Boston and moving to New York. They kept looking at each other and it was obvious they were totally in love. I recognized the look from Chris. I missed him badly, all of a sudden.
I said, “Let me text Chris and see how he is.”
It wasn't late so I decided to call. He picked up right away. “Mike! I miss you.”
“Fuck, Chris. I miss you so much. How is it going? Do you feel ready for tomorrow?”
“I suppose. I hate this part of America. It reminds me of Australia.”
“I suppose it's similar. I'm at Jack's place and Stuart is here...”
“Mike, I know that voice. The three of you fucked, didn't you? Or at least I hope you did.”
“We kind of did. It was fun. But I miss you. Did I say that already? Anyway. You'll be back in...what? A week? I'm assuming of course that you're going to win.”
“I like your assumptions, but we'll see. But yeah, next Tuesday at the earliest. I can't wait. We don't like being apart, do we?”
“Not really. But that's not a bad thing, right?”
“No way!”
“Well, I should let you sleep. I love you to pieces, Chris.”
“My pieces love you. Give the boys a hug for me. Or whatever you feel like doing.”
I went back to the hotel the next morning. Jack and Stuart had convinced me to stay the night, and I slept really well in Jack's big bed. I was glad he had air conditioning because it seemed to be getting hotter outside. Before I left, I sucked a load out of both of them as a sign of affection and I left with Jack who had to go to work. On the street we hugged it out and he kissed me. I was so glad we were able to get past his crush on me and we could be good friends. Who fucked now and then.
I made some coffee in the hotel – really nice coffee. Expensive hotels provide that. Who knew? I ordered some breakfast and when it arrived, brought by this adorable guy who I briefly thought about flirting with, I ate some toast and went online and bought a plane ticket to Boston for that afternoon.
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I took an Uber to the house in Arlington – a suburb of Boston - in the late afternoon. It was a big old stone thing with additions on it to make it ridiculously big. It think the main part had been built around the time of the Revolution or something. I found my key and went in the front door. It felt like a time warp and not just because it was so old. Nothing had changed since I was last there and, in fact, it looked pretty much the same as when I was growing up.
I wandered around looking at all the familiar furniture, pictures, knick-knacks. I wanted to cry. There was a houseplant that was dead on the kitchen table and I realized my dad hadn't been there for a while. I went into his study and went through the desk for anything that might look like a living will, or even just his will, in the hopes of finding what John was hoping I might find.
I found his will – which I was already familiar with since he had told me a few year ago – but nothing else. There was a picture of my mom on his desk that I decided to take with me. My dad wouldn't see it again.
Just then, I got a text from Anika. That felt really good and I told her where I was and how it felt. It was like I had known her for years. She responded with a lot of thought and care. I told her I couldn't wait to see her in Europe which, apparently would be in September. I sent her some heart emojis as if I was twelve, for fuck's sake.
I got back downtown and called John. We arranged to have dinner and we went to the same place we went the first time we slept together: nice pasta. He looked harried from work and there were dark patches underneath his eyes. His hands – lean with a little bit of dark hair on them – seemed tense. When he sat down, I said, “You seem kind of a mess, if you don't mind me saying.”
He gave me a wry smile and said, “Yeah. Well. Hospitals are busy places, and there never seems to be enough staff.”
I reached out and ran my hand over the deep tan of his cheek. I could feel him melting at my touch and I suddenly felt what I had felt the first time I was there with him: attracted. It came back. Remember I said sexuality is strange? It's strange and unpredictable. I said, “You need a boyfriend.”
He gave me a look that said so many things. “Well, I don't have much time to look for one, to be honest.”
Underneath his words I got a little sense at one point, he had been wondering if I was that guy. Like Chris for me. It was one of those moments where no one has done anything wrong, but still hurts. We ate our pasta and drank some wine and he told me stories of some crazy things that happened in his hospital. His laugh made me happy. I took his hand and said, “When we finish dinner, let's go to your place.”
To say he brightened up is an understatement and it made me want to fuck him even more. So we finished dinner and walked to his house and I took him to bed. I kissed him a bunch, and held him and fed him my cock and he did the same. At one point he let my cock fall from his mouth and said, “Mike...can you fuck me? I mean really gently. No pyrotechnics.”
I leaned down and we kissed a bunch. On his back, he grabbed my cock and stroked it, then pulled it toward him, wrapping his legs around my torso. I leaned forward and let gravity push my cock into his warm, strong body. When I was in, when our bodies were connected, we started to kiss. Not some intense battle of lips, but a slow, thoughtful series of shorter, kinder kisses that somehow sent me and my dick into space. There's something about a good kiss that is the most fucking erotic thing.
I looked down between us few times just to watch my cock moving into him, the darker skin of his ass enveloping my cock, all shiny with juice.
When I came it was so lovely I started to laugh into John's mouth and we were both laughing. I thrust and fucked and could feel all kinds of cum pouring out of me. I pulled out and took his cock in my mouth and sucked and jerked a huge load out of him. So much it ran out of my mouth and onto his cock. I swallowed gratefully and we snuggled up in his big bed. Really nice. I had such good friends and he was definitely one of them.
When I woke up, he wasn't in bed, but once I put myself together and came downstairs, he was in the kitchen in his underwear listening to quiet jazz and making breakfast. I admired his strong ass, his sinewy back. So much that I went over to him and slid my hands in his underwear and pulled them down. “Hey...”
But he didn't finish, because my cock found its was into him again. I just had to. He braced himself against the kitchen counter while I fucked him and while I thrust, I jerked a big load out of him all over the countertop. When I came, it was with a sharp burst of fire in my balls. I enjoyed the taste of my cum as I sucked it out of his ass.
He turned and we kissed and he gently sucked my cock clean. Very nice way to start the day. He gave me a coffee and he had made a nice old-fashioned breakfast for us. Eggs and bacon. What a cool, lovely dude. I wished he wasn't so busy that it made it hard for him to find a guy.
I gave him a long hug and he sent me on my way, back to the airport and a busy flight to New York.
