New Friends, New Houses
In late September, as promised, Anika flew in from South Africa. I was excited to introduce her to Chris, but a little scared. Chris knew that I had been attracted to her but I had never shared my 'straight' life with him before. I didn't tell him I was nervous, and just hoped for the best.
In the sporty little car that we bought after the Open, we drove to the airport to pick her up. We stood at the arrivals gate and Chris clocked her right away. From what I had told him, it was obvious that the gorgeous, long-haired woman in the willowy pale blue and yellow dress was her. She saw me and her face brightened and I was reminded again how much I liked her.
She ran up and hugged me, then turned to Chris and said, “You must be Chris. Congratulations.” Chris beamed at her and they hugged. I could tell Chris understood why I liked her so much, even if he didn't imagine taking her clothes off.
As we walked to the car, Chris leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I can't understand why you didn't fuck her.”
I slapped him on the ass and laughed. “Whatever, dude...”
We had a nice boozy dinner on our deck under the stars. We had grown to love the deck and spent almost all our time up there, including entertaining. The three of us talked into the wee hours and then Anika faded from her long trip, so we put her into one of the lower bedrooms with a big glass of water.
Back upstairs, I was feeling pretty great. It was a perfect night. The air was still and smelled of jasmine from a little bush we had. We were a bit drunk and relaxed, lying on the big day bed, our legs intertwined and my hand was in Chris' shorts slowly stroking his cock. He said into my ear, “I want to fuck you, Mike...”
I got up and shed my clothes and leaned down and slid his shorts off. His creamy skin seemed to glow and the light hair around his big cock caught some moonlight and looked all magical. I leaned down and sucked him for a while, and I had learned some of the tricks that Mark had done on me which, I'm happy to say, drove Chris wild.
We were both tired and didn't have a lot of energy, but I found our 'outdoor' stash of lube and got us all wet, then I climbed on top of him and gyrating my hips. I impaled myself on him, then took my cock in my hand and slowly started to fuck myself on his cock. We just looked at each other in that way that always felt like being home.
Things didn't get too energetic, and we traded who was doing the work – sometimes Chris fucking up into me, sometimes the opposite. I kept jacking my cock and feeding Chris the precum that flowed out onto my hand, letting his suck on my fingers. I reached down a few times and gave his nipples some attention, and Chris slid his fingers into my ass with his cock, writhing them around, stretching me and caressing his dick while it moved.
It was a lazy, loving fuck and neither one of us needed to do it. We had fucked like crazy before Anika had arrived, alternating who was fucking who and coming all over each other's faces. That had been way fun, but this was quiet and, well, loving. This was about love. Not so much cum.
But nevertheless I did cum after what seemed like ages and I made sure it was into Chris' mouth. In fact I slid my whole cock in and gave it to him deep. I moved back and pushed myself onto him again, and Chris fucked me harder and filled my ass. I got up again and pushed my hole into his face, letting him clean all his cum out and we kissed for a while longer, sharing it between us. We were sweaty – we were always sweaty in Barcelona – and I cuddled up to him with my mouth near his ear. I said, really quiet, “Do you want to get married?”
Silence. That freaked me out. Was it really such a radical idea? I said, “Chris...?”
“I heard you.” He sat up and looked at me. I could just see his eyes and his sweaty face. “Why do we need to do that? I mean, we love each other, we bought a fucking house together. It's not like I'm against it, but...”
“So what's the problem?”
He had stopped talking and I could tell he didn't know. Fair enough. Sometimes we have these reactions and we can't explain them. Not right away. He kissed me and said, “Let me sit on this, Mike. Some part of me is having trouble with the idea.”
I kissed him back, but in truth I was a little annoyed. Not at him. Never at him. I just wanted to have a public thing where everyone gets to say things out loud, and cry and be happy and celebrate. Celebrate what we already have.That's what weddings are about, right? We already had the being married part, it's the wedding part that I wanted. But he was also right. We had a house, we had a commitment. We bought towels, for fuck's sake.
I decided to shut up about it and we dragged ourselves into the bedroom and collapsed. It was really just a shelter up there. Big glass doors on three sides that we kept open most of the time, with long sheer drapes and a big bed. It was almost like sleeping outside. I held his hand and he kissed me a bunch and we fell asleep.
We hung out quietly for a couple of days while Anika recovered from her flight, then she arranged for all of us to have dinner with her cousin Ravi. We met in a swanky place close to the water off Las Ramblas that served amazing seafood. The three of us got there a bit late and were led to a table at the back under a bunch of old trees. I clocked Rave right away because he looked like Anika but with short hair. Same narrow nose, the same big dark eyes. Tall with smooth brown skin that I imagined would feel nice to run my hand over. His face was less round than hers and his lips were big and sensual. Fucking hot guy.
He stood up and extended his hand to Chris and said, “So nice to meet you. I'll get this out of the way: congratulations. Now we can talk about other things.”
Chris laughed and said, “Oh, I don't mind. I'm still at the stage where I like being congratulated.”
Ravi turned to me and grinned. “And you are Michael. Anika talks about you all the time.” He shook my hand warmly.
We all sat down and like Anika, Ravi was charming and way smart and funny. We soon had the best meal together. We talked and laughed and ate. It was great. And somewhere in the middle of it, I started to get an idea. Remember the matchmaking success with Jack? Well, you can probably guess.
When we finished dinner, we strolled around Las Ramblas. The Spanish, if you don't know, tend to eat dinner that for us would be bedtime. Like at ten. Then they often walk around afterward into the wee hours. So this is what we did. Chatting and laughing, the four of us really hit it off. At one point I pulled Chris close to me and kissed him, then said quietly into his ear, “Goran.”
He turned to me and I could tell he knew exactly what I meant. His face brightened and he laughed. “Holy shit, Mike. Brilliant.”
And I had made sure that Ravi was single. Anika told me he was, but I casually referred to how long Chris and I had been together, then asked him if he was seeing anyone. No. Not for a while. I turned to Chris and gave him a wink.
I know what you're thinking. I'm not stupid. Matchmaking never works, blah, blah. It sure as hell worked with Jack and Stuart, right? And it wasn't just random luck. I get this feeling with people, a gut feeling and I go with it. And so does Chris.Why do you think I let Chris kiss me all those months ago when I thought I was straight? Why do you think Chris knew that I would let him kiss me? We just knew. So a part of me just knows that Ravi and Goran will have some things to say to each other. And, frankly, I was fantasizing about the two of them fucking which was really hot.
We finally went home at about two after putting Ravi in a cab, and the three of us walked back home holding hands with Anika in the middle, not wanting the night to end. But she left the next day for London and I was sad to see her go, even though I knew she would be a regular at our dinner table.
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Goran came to Barcelona a week later to look at some houses. He was a little more interested in looking outside the city, for a bit of property. We drove him around in our car and saw a bunch of places but there was one that all three of us loved. In fact, I felt a bit of house envy. It was on a little hill. An old, early nineteenth-century place with high ceilings and tall windows. Big downstairs rooms, a bunch of bedroom. But it was the property that overlooked the countryside, stretching off to the west that was the real highlight. Big old, gnarled trees, but some nice formals hedges. Space for a garden. It had a pool. The place felt like it should have been in an old movie
Goran saw it and – typical Goran – said, “This is the place. I don't need to see anything else.” He turned to us, a bright smile on his face. I think he was so happy to be leaving Eastern Europe and he was so happy he was going to be living close to us. Not too close. It was about a half-hour drive from the city.
He pulled both of us in for a hug and said, “And there is a room in there that will be yours. Whenever you want. You will come here whenever you want.”
I almost started the waterworks again, but I managed to say, “Thanks, Goran. The same applies to our place.” He kissed me and turned to stare at the lovely property. I could tell he was feeling a lot but Goran doesn't like to show it. It was one of those cheesy moments between friends that is only cheesy because it's so intense and real and calling it cheesy feels less vulnerable or some fucked up shit like that. Humans are idiots. We hugged it out then Goran went to talk with the real estate agent.
We drove back to our place and Chris put together some food for us: olives and cured meat and cheese and complicated things involving fish. We were getting into the whole Spanish way of eating and when to eat. This was just a snack and dinner wouldn't be for hours. We drank wine on the deck and Goran talked about possibilities for his place.
Chris turned to me at one point, sipping his wine, and said, “Hey, Mike. The house next door is for sale...did you notice?”
I hadn't and I wasn't sure why he was pointing it out, but I knew something was up. He said, “I just had a thought...what if we buy it and...like...rip it down and build an addition onto this place. Clean the whole thing up, update a few things. Have a garden. Seeing what Goran is about to have,” and he looked over at Goran who was grinning at us, “I thought it would be nice to have more space – inside and out. What do you think?”
I was puzzled. “Why don't we just buy something bigger that has more of a yard?”
“That's no fun! And besides, I'm really attached to this rooftop reality we have up here. It would be hard to find again and we might have to build a whole new house to get it. Besides, I like the fact that this place has some history.”
Goran moved over and sat between us on the rattan sofa. He slid his hand in my shorts, massaging my cock. He licked my ear and said, “I think he's right, Mike. You would't want to lose this. In fact when you build an addition, you could make it even bigger.” That was the last thing he said before he started to kiss me with short, wet kisses that had more and more tongue.
His hand was kneading my cock until I was hard as fuck. Chris undid my shorts and hauled them off, then he pulled me up and we moved to the big day bed and pushed me down. Goran followed, shedding his shirt. For the millionth time I admired his torso with its dark trimmed hair and amazingly suckable nipples, the smooth tennis muscles and his flat stomach and as he pulled his shorts off, the little forest of trimmed hair that led his thick, hard cock.
Chris threw his shorts on the floor and straddled my face and drove his cock into my mouth. There was a nice breeze blowing and it made me shiver as it blew across my now wet cock, wet from Goran's mouth who was licking it all over. But my mouth was full of Chris and he started to slowly thrust a bit into my throat so as not to choke me and the feeling of his muscular length caressing my tongue was fucking amazing, and I could taste the trail of precum oozing out.
Goran had been taking my cock deep in his throat but then he pulled off and moved up behind Chris. He held Chris' hips and I could tell he was rubbing his cock around his hole. Chris turned and they awkwardly traded tongues and then Chris threw his head back as Goran slid his big dick into him. I felt Chris' cock shudder in my mouth and a big gush of his juice poured out all warm and sweet.
Goran was making these low sounds as he started to fuck Chris, and Chris adjusted his stance so he was propped up on his arms with his cock deep in my mouth and his ass angled so that Goran could freely pound it, which he did. Hard. Chris didn't need to move since Goran was doing all the work and his cock in my mouth slid back and forth as I ran my tongue all over it. I grabbed Chris' balls and tugged – something he really liked – and he gasped and swore and his eyes shut tight.
There was no way I could reach my own cock, but I didn't care. I would have fun with that later. Goran fucked hard and Chris took it, but then Goran stopped and pulled out. He said, “I want to be fucked by Chris now.”
So they traded positions. Chris moved backward and Goran pulled a leg over my body and his big Czech cock was all slimy and hard above my mouth. He looked down at me and licked his lips and said, “Your mouth is so fucking hot, Mike.” He pushed himself in and then Chris, who had been lubing up Goran's ass, wrapped his arms around Goran's chest and slid his cock deep. Goran swore in Czech a few times and adjusted himself and the angle of his cock in my mouth and, with hands on my shoulders, leaned more into me as Chris began to give it to him hard and fast. The whole deck seemed to shaking and creaking. Chris fucked and thrust and Goran moaned, and I took his cock, now having mastered the art of relaxing my throat. Goran went deep into me and it felt amazing and intense. I used some of the technique that Mark had used and Goran made louder noises. “Fuck, Mike, where did you learn to do that? I'm going to cum really soon!”
Which is what I wanted. I kept it up and Goran was practically bellowing and Chris seemed to be going over the edge because he fucked Goran even faster and I knew Chris well enough that the sounds he was making meant he was about to blow. But Goran got there first and I felt intense bursts of cum hit the back of my throat and I choked and pushed his cock back and let the rest jet into my mouth. A whole bunch. I kept swallowing and he kept spurting.
Chris finally started gasping over and over and he held Goran tight while his hips kept pumping cum into Goran's ass. Goran was coming down, but then I felt Chris' mouth and hand on my cock and he inhaled it, jacking fast, and I had to raise my hips off the bed I jizzed so hard into his mouth. Goran moved quickly and turned and they both nursed my streaming cock into their mouths, sharing kisses, licking the head as the last few gushes of cum streamed out. We were getting really good at this.
Chris slid up and took me in his arms and we kissed a bunch and Goran got behind me and he and Chris kissed, and we all kissed together and shared my cum. We lay for a while in the heat listening to some night bird and the distant sounds of traffic. We loved Spain and we were going to love it even more when Goran moved into his house. I couldn't wait to have him nearby. And in a different way, I couldn't wait to figure out how to get him together with Ravi.
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So we hired an architect. Well, first we bought the house next door and then we hired an architect. We needed to present plans to some department of the Barcelona city bureaucracy which took a few weeks. The architect – a friend of Ravi's and a very sexy, metrosexual guy - but not into dudes, sadly – came up with a plan that would make the whole place look like it had been built at the same time without losing the quirks of the early twentieth-century when it had been built.
And as requested, he found a way to keep our top-floor hideaway and make the deck twice the size it had been and add some space to the enclosed part. It would still be our bedroom, but it would have a small sitting room and some kitchen facilities and a tiny washroom, so we could hide up there for days if we wanted.
But we had to move out during this period, so we rented a house not too far away. Nothing interesting. New and boring. But it would be fine for a few months.
Meanwhile, Goran had finished the purchase of his country getaway and was moving to Spain at the beginning of November. We were so happy and he clearly was as well. In fact getting increasingly excited. He kept texting us pictures of furniture and paint colours and plans for the garden. He occasionally sent us shots of his cock getting sucked by his friend in Prague. Lots of fun.
Close to the end of October and Goran's arrival, we were at the house...well, the work site is more accurate. The neighbouring house had been torn down and our house was now missing a wall, but we could still go inside and talk to the foreman about flooring. Well, I talked to the foreman since his English wasn't great and Chris was a slow learner of Spanish. Even so, I probably sounded like a five-year-old to this guy.
We walked around and watched various guys – and a woman – rip things apart. The putting things together part hadn't started yet. We went upstairs and our room was empty and there was equipment everywhere. There was also this guy tearing off the railing of the deck. It was such a stereotypical porn moment because he was shirtless and gorgeous and Chris and I stopped and just stared at him. Holy fuck. I shook my head and walked over so as not to appear too pervy.
I thought quickly of a way in. “Hey, what's that railing made of anyway?” You have to try, right?
The guy stood up and he grinned at me. “Oak, I think. It is very old.”
His English, of course, was perfect. Then he looked at Chris and back to me. “Your boy is a great tennis player.”
My boy. I liked the sound of that. Chris walked up and said, “Thanks. You're a fan of tennis?”
He took off his work gloves and rubbed one of his hands as if it was sore. “I like tennis. But when I saw you with Goran Sibo at that match and how you kissed him...well, that was really interesting. Everyone knows you're gay, but that was very sexy. Do you fuck him?”
This guy made being direct an art form. I said, “Yeah, we both fuck him. He's our best friend.”
As I said this, I thought I would have to get this guy to sign a non-disclosure agreement. But my gut – remember what I said about listening to your gut? - told me this guy wasn't about to sell things to trashy newspapers.
I turned and closed the door to the stairs that went down. I looked around and, despite the place crawling with workers, we were alone and unseen up there. I walked over and ran my hand very lightly up the guys chest, feeling his blonde hair run through my fingers. I said, “What's your name?”
He grabbed my hand and pulled it down to the bulge in his work pants, massaging his cock with my hand, which was already getting fat and hot. “Marco. You two are very sexy.”
Chris' smile could have lit the city and he got on his knees and started to undo Marco's pants, sliding them down his big thighs. I got down there with him and pulled his very skimpy briefs off. They were a bit sweaty and he smelled like heaven. I stuck my face under his balls and inhaled all that sweat and crazy pheromones or something that made my own cock throb.
Chris stood up and they started trading spit with him, so I undid Chris' pants and pulled everything off. Marco was naked and fuck, he was gorgeous, and in a natural kind of way. He had a little extra flesh around his gut which was adorable and his cock was big. Not Jack big, but big. And broad. Like twice the thickness of mine. His blonde bush was untrimmed and like a forest around his balls.
I took one cock in each hand and went to work, stroking one then sucking the other. It was hard to take Marco's but I gave it my all, my lips stretching. So much flesh, so much presum. I almost felt dizzy. We were right by the wall of our bedroom and Marco pushed Chris so he was facing it, and clearly prepared to fuck him. He stuck his face in Chris' ass and tongued him and I moved so I could take Chris' cock, my back to the wall. Once Chris was wet enough, Marco got up and pushed his dick into Chris who made some sounds that were new to me. The guy's cock was thick. Thicker than anyone I knew, but Chris being Chris, was prepared for anything. He took deep breaths and swivelled his hips as if finding the best angle and let the guy slide in.
I think we all knew this had to be quick and very dirty. Someone could come up there at any moment and I didn't want Marco to get fired. So I used Mark-level skills on my fiance's cock – that's how I thought of him now, even if he didn't – and I soon had a mouthful of his amazing cum. Marco was working fast, no finesse, but lots of fuck. After a few minutes and a dozen or so thrusts, he groaned really deep in his throat and came in Chris' ass and for good measure, I let fly all over my chest. Really fucking nice.
Chris turned and said, “You better get your clothes, Marco. I don't want you to get in any trouble.”
He smiled at Chris and kissed him. “You are very sweet. And you play tennis like a god. Thank you.”
He reached for his pants and slid them on. I noticed he forgot his underwear, but I didn't say anything. I'm a brat, right? Hadn't you noticed? Chris and I found our clothes and put ourselves together.
Chris said, “Give me your phone, Marco. Maybe you can come over some time and we can have a proper evening.” His smile was sweet and dirty at the same time. Marco smirked at him, but handed Chris his phone and Chris created an entry for himself. Marco went back downstairs and I casually picked up Marco's underwear and had a good smell. Chris laughed really hard, but then did the same thing. There's nothing better than sweaty underwear worn by a sexy guy, right?
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Goran moved into his place the next week. Or at least took possession since he didn't really have anything to move it yet. He was camped out in the main room and, because it was getting a little cool now, he told us he lit a fire in the big old fireplace. We helped him buy furniture and we went to antique shops and estate sales. Soon he had the basics and even though some of the bedrooms were still empty, he had set up three of them and they looked great. Our Goran has very fine taste.
We hung out there a few times and he cooked for us – something he had never been able to do before – and made us some Czech treats. We fucked a bunch and enjoyed our friendship.
Our plan to get Goran and Ravi together was similar to what we did for Jack and Stuart. We didn't tell Goran until the last minute that we had another guest, and since Ravi didn't know anything, we just said there would be at least one other person there.
The place we were living was all modern and stark, but we set up the dining room so it felt nice, with lots of candles. Ravi came first and he seemed very happy to see us. Such a sweet guy. I liked him more and more. Goran came a few minutes later and he got it right away. He knew us well enough that our attempts to seem nonchalant were pointless. But he was as gracious as ever and we had some good conversations over glasses of Cava and a nice dinner that Chris put together. By the way, I'm a terrible cook. Macaroni is a stretch for me.
But I watched Ravi and Goran interact and it seemed like they were hitting it off. I could tell they were both wary, but every once in a while I noticed one of them checking the other out. Good sign. But if it happened, it happened. I feel like we had done our bit.
The evening ended late and Goran was staying with us, so Ravi got an Uber and went home. We didn't say anything, just pretended it was a normal evening. Chris and I were about to ask Goran if he wanted to sleep alone or with us, when Goran said, “All right, guys. I know what you are doing.”
I tried to play it innocent. “Doing?”
“Don't play games with me, Mike. I know you too well. This was a set up, yes?”
Chris took over. “Yes, it was. But we had a good feeling and we thought we would see what happened.”
Goran looked at us both and then pulled us in for a group hug. “You two are very good to me. I will sleep with you, if that's all right. And, I must say, your feeling may be accurate. I like Ravi. He's intriguing and a little mysterious. He keeps things hidden a little. I like that. And he is a sexy man, a very sexy man...what would you say, Mike? He is a sexy fucker.”
We laughed and took Goran to bed.
That seemed to be the start of something. They were both a little cagey, a little remote. They went out a few times and apparently didn't even kiss until the third date. By Christmas they had done way more than kissed, and when we went to Goran's place for Christmas, Ravi was there. Apparently for a few days. So there had been developments on that front.
Christmas night we had crazy complicated meal put together by Chris and Goran which they had been working on for days before. I was so happy to see them together. They were professional rivals and as close as brothers at the same time. I felt a little like the little brother, if that doesn't sound too incestuous, in the sense that at least sexually, they liked to be in charge and I liked them to be. Who doesn't like to be taken by two guys like that? Come on.
After our Christmas dinner, Goran, of course, got us stoned and we lay about in his big living room in front of a blazing fire. I was lying on one of the long sofas with Chris' head in my lap. Goran was beside me and Ravi had his head in Goran's lap. Very cozy. But then – because I am extremely observant – I saw a look pass between Ravi and Goran. What were they up to?
Then it became clear. Goran leaned over and started to kiss the side of my face. I turned and kissed him back, giving him some tongue. I realized that Ravi had gotten up and was on top of Chris. As I played with Goran's tongue, I remember thinking: these two have cooked this up. At the same time, I was very interested to see how this played out.
