I watched my husband through the glass doors to the pool as he worked around the edges cleaning leaves and other bits of rubbish out of the water surface with a net on a long pole. My cock twitched in my tight white shorts as I followed his movements.
What a stud. His body rippled with smooth muscle on nicely tanned limbs. Beautiful, blond, chiseled, at 28, he was a sex god.
As I watched him, groping my stirring cock with one hand, I listened to my college roomy from The American University on the phone with the other, occasionally lifting a hand to play with nipples. I had very sensitive nipples and between that and listening to Lawrences sexy voice, I was getting excited.
“So your coming to our neck of the woods, Lawr? I asked to confirm again.
His voice came back in a sexy baritone purr. Wow, had he always sounded like that? I remembered being incredibly crushed over Lawr in college, but he’d always had some girl or other he was going out with. Luxuriant brown wavy haired, alwayw worn down the back of his neck, with a sexy five oclock shadow on that square jaw, those brilliant blue eyes I could not forget, he worked out, and was on the college wrestling team. I’d met him at the gym in fact, which was one reason we’d ended up rooming together my senior year. He knew I was gay, but that didn’t stop him from throwing an arm around my shoulders when we were watching a movie, or leaving his thigh pressed to mine, our shoulders touching, more than enough to make me hard.
At the end of that year he’d broken up with his girlfriend at the time, with the result that he became a lot hornier and more demonstrative then ever, to the extent that he was walking around with a massive hard on in our room and even asked me to give him massages after his work outs. He hadn’t seemed to mind as I straddled him that my cock slid up and down his crack while my hands moved up and down his back.
Such a tease… even though I hinted I would gladly suck him, the only thing he’d let me do those last days was cuddle with him and, finally let me kiss him. The kisses had been tentative at first, but slowly he’d gotten into it more and more until we were making out, and pretty much ignoring the movies, both of us hard as a rock and laughing about it, but with eyes glued to where our cocks stretched whatever we were wearing.
I’d wanted to tell Lawr that I was in love with him, but he always called me “buddy or bestie”, and that he loved me like a bro.
And then he was gone, flying back to California and his family, with a last long hug and a kiss that had included some tongue. Just enough to get me all hot and bothered, but not enough for him to break that last barrier and have sex with me.
And now here he was on the phone with me two years later.
“Yep. I nailed the job interview at Nautical Seaside Restaurant chain, and am taking a job assistant manager job there, and well, I knew you were there in Nantucket, so as that slot opened up, I jumped on it.” He paused, “Well I jumped on the guy who interviewed me, and that helped.” He said with a laugh.
My heart thudded hearing, that. Despite how much I loved my husband, Kent, was Lawr just admitteing he was bi or even… dared I think it?
“I thought you’d be married by now, but, well what happened. You said you jumped on a guy?”
Now Lawr and I had never fully stopped communicating, so I knew his various flings with women had not ended well, but still…
He sounded sort of sheepish but he said, “I am over women. I’ve had a few experiences now with men, and, well, its just so fucking much better. I can’t look at a hot man now without getting all stirred up.”
“Well this is great news!” I said, not really meaning that my roomy crush was gay, or was I? “Ah, you have a place to stay?”
There was a pause, “Not yet. I hope you’ll forgive me, but I was sorta hoping…”
“Say no more, of course you can come stay with us!”
“Are you sure your husband won’t mind?”
“This house is huge. He inherited it from his grandfather only a few months ago, and, well he’s too tight to pay for servants. He and I do all the chores and maintenance, ourselves, and my income isn’t lavish enough to pay for that kind of thing.”
“No worries. I will cook, clean, do yard work, whatever needs doing. I’ll even buy the groceries, if that will do instead of rent. You can think of me as your houseboy.”
“Hah, If I remember your right, there is no boy about you. Your all man.” Woh, did I say that?
He laughed. “Flatterer. And I remember a very hot gorgeous roommate whose body went a long way toward making me wonder what I was missing.”
He paused and then added, “You're sure it will be ok with your husband?”
I knew what he meant, so I said, well Kent Is very monogamous. We have a great relationship, but maybe it would do him good to see another man around me. And, well, I have a feeling he might relax all that stuff just a bit with you around, sexy.”
Calling him sexy, while watching my all but naked man working outside on the pool had me achingly hard. I was being very naughty, but damn it felt good. I resolved that I would only relax our boundaries if my husband led the way, and then pretend to be very reluctant about it. It would be hard, but I had a feeling I could carry it off if I were careful.
“Dev, are you sure about this?”
“No, but I think Kent and I need to relax a little, our boundaries. If we don’t it might bite us in the ass in the future. I don’t want to be one of these gay couples that has less and less sex and loses their romantic edge, yanno? Look, just come, stay a while, no rushing into anything, you and Kent make friends, and see where it goes. And I will do my best to be oblivious if any sparks do fly.”
There was a pause, and I could feel Lawr thinking this over. He was no dummy. “Sounds hot. Ok, I am in.” He said with a laugh, and I laughed softly with him. “When are you arriving?”
“I’ll be debarking from the ferry on Thursday evening.”
That was just a few days from now. I’d have to prepare Kent.
We said our goodbyes, and I almost went out to the pool to tell Kent, but realized I was so fucking worked up, he’d notice and ask all kinds of questions. So, thinking again, I retreated to the bathroom, deciding to wank off in the shower and maybe broach the subject of Lawrence Keaton, (Lawr), over dinner.
Thanks for reading this series. I have rewritten this series recently, and when you read through the next chapters you will find a notice suggesting you re-read. But if you are starting this today, as of 10/17/24, ignore those notices as this is the updated version. Enjoy!
