“Honey, I am headed out to get your x roomy!” Kent called through the door to my art studio. Tyler Lantry, was just stepping over to the pose support, which was a ratcheted series of pads and supports on a stand I had devised so that my models could hold poses for hours if need be. I always gave them frequent breaks anyway, but my models appreciated the assist.
Tyler was naked, his big pendulous cock swaying as he stepped up. The pose had one foot elevated above the other as if standing on uneven rocks, one elbow resting on a branch as he gazed into the distance. All he wore were roman type sandals strapped up the calves, leather shoulder pads attached to a criss cross harness with a sword it it’s sheath at his side.
“Ok baby. See ya when you get back!” I called back.
Tyler watched me as I set up for the day while the sound of Kent’s jeep faded away.
“Alone at last, my sexy artist.” Tyler rumbled, and his cock twitched as if in response, his eyes flaring with interest.
I just laughed. I had on some lose exercise shorts and a t shirt, going commando, and I felt my cock stir. “Now, now, you know I can be tempted, so stop it.”
He laughed, the dimples deepening the smile lines. He had a great smile. I called him my Viking Fabio, and he had similar strong boned good looks with an almost Arnold Schwarzenegger type muscle build. It was only a bit less bulky but still very powerful. That coupled with that big cock that had to be eight inches flaccid, was a sight to behold.
“Say the word and I will come over and tempt you some more, beautiful.” He purred in that vibrating bass of his that made me want to leave the fragile safety of my easel and go and bury my face in his chest… shortly before kneeling and bury my face in big fat genitals. My cock was stirring some more in those lose shorts.
“You can at least give me a kiss to persuade me to be a good boy.” He teased.
“If I give you a kiss, you promise to be a good boy?”
He chuckled. “It will get me hard, which might distract your work.”
“It will get me hard, too, but it won’t distract me… much.” I said.
He just smiled and then commanded, “Comere.”
Fuck, something in me melted hearing that quiet command. Before I knew it I was stepping up to him, leaning in. He cupped my jaw in his big hand and slanted his in to meet my lips with his. His tongue pressed in, seducing me to open, and we kissed. It lasted a few seconds as the blood rushed to my cock. As his tongue lavished mine with luxurious playing, I could feel my will power draining away.
One of his hands left his pose because it moved around my back and down to cup my ass cheek pulling me into him. I felt his big cock press up against my lower abdomen. I wanted more, but some will power I didn’t know I had shut me down, and I stepped back.
“Mmm, Tyler, you are way too tempting, but I am not going to cheat on my hubby, not even with you.” I growled.
He laughed. “Yeah, I know, but you can’t blame a horny warrior for trying,”
No, I really couldn’t. He was a big happy golden retriever of a man with a sweet heart, and posing naked for any decent looking man was at least somewhat of an erotic experience. I knew that. One of my sexier art professors in college had asked me to pose, and the experience had got me so hot, we had ended up doing a hell of a lot more than posing on his studio posing mattress. Something about having another man examine one’s naked body minutely while painting it did the oddest things to the most primitive parts of a man’s ego.
There was a moment of silence as I went back to my easel, willing my cock to go down.
“Well do you mind if I get off so I can concentrate on the rest of this session?” He asked me, those devilish hazel eyes twinkling.
“No, hell I probably need to as well.”
Needing no further encouragement, big brawny Tyler wrapped his big cock with both hands and began stroking, his pecs and thighs flexing. Fuck that looked sexy as hell.
“Oh my God that’s what I have been missing!” I suddenly exclaimed.
“A good wank?” Tyler asked.
“No!!! The pose. You need to be wanking off! Same pose, just you pulling with one casual hand on that cock as you gaze in the distance, maybe at some other hot warrior.”
His jaw dropped, but than he tossed back his head and laughed. “Well if I didn’t know it before, I do now. Talk about dedication.”
“Just spell that with a K, de-dick-cation, and you may have something there…” I said distractedly as the visual composition completed itself in my mind. He laughed.
I didn’t care. I was too busy rebuilding the pose to accommodate this new, very important aspect with thin paint, just blocking in the new adjustment to the pose. I was hardly aware of his slow wank which went on for long minutes as I painted him, slowly building the layers. He held off climax, though from time to time his body and muscles rippled and shuddered from being on the edge.
Finally he cursed and said, “Fuck it I have to cum, man.”
I stepped back, taking a break as he took matters into both hands. Soon an arc if his cream was streaming out over the old paint cloth I had laid down to protect the floor from errant paint and … jizz.
A little while later, we called the session quits for the day. Tyler dressed in the old, ripped cutoffs he’d arrived in and gave me another longer kiss as he took my check for his visit. In his eyes I could see he wasn’t giving up on nailing me, as he relinquished me and headed out of the studio. Fuck, what a big sexy man. Kent was right to keep an eye on us!
Realizing I had leaked pre into my athletic shorts, I decided to quick shower, pulling up the drop cloth with it’s line of cum splatter off the floor. It needed to be washed anyway. I tossed my shorts in the wash with it, adding some dirty clothes, put in some soap, and turned the machine on.
Thinking of what to wear for Lawr’s arrival, I pulled on a jock to contain my cock and some faded jeans and a green jersey. The jeans were tight, but with my cock bound up in a jock, I didn’t think Kent would object. There was a nice bulge, but no discernable outlines. Restraint! I had to practice restraint and a subtle air of innocent, gullible distraction, and not show too much affection for my old crush. I didn’t want Kent to become worried and pull back his hospitality toward Lawr..
Right on que I heard the jeep pull up and voices. Nothing angry, just low talk. So far so good. At least they were cordial, I thought, relieved. Kent could be pretty edgy with people he took a dislike too.
I walked out through the hall from our master bedroom to greet them coming in. Kent was carrying a small bag with a larger one on rollers. Lawr, was rolling a coat bag and another big trunk, with a computer bag over one shoulder. Kent hadn’t seen me yet as they were both facing the other way, but I noticed Kent wore snug kaki slacks and a maroon t shirt that clung to his tapered muscular back. His brown hair was cut very short, military style. He’d gained muscle. I could see that from the back.
My husband turned and saw me first and I had to blink in slight surprise. He’d gone to meet my straight x roomy wearing white and yellow bike shorts and a tank top. Well, it was summer and he clearly wore a jock as the lines of the butt straps could be seen, but it was still pretty sexy. I guess he didn’t care since it was a hot day and Lawr wouldn’t care one way or the other as he was straight.
I felt part of me relax. Good, at least he wasn’t being weirdly modest around my old roomy.
The Lawr turned and that face so familiar and once the focus of my world, beamed a huge smile at me. Fuck he was even more gorgeous than I remembered.
“Roomy!”
“Roomy!” We both shouted together, and sort of trotted to one another and threw our arms around each other, meeting in a swaying bear hug that sent on for a good ten seconds at least.
“So good to see you, Lawr! You look great. Working out too, right?”
“Oh yeah, got to keep fit if I am going to be seen with two hunky studs like you two!” He gave back.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kent blush. “Hey now, don’t go complimenting a couple of gay dudes, Mr. Straight boy.” He said, getting a little of his own in.
Then Lawr, smooth as silk, got this embarrassed look on his face, complete with an awe shucks sort of grin.
“Well about that…”
“About what?” I asked.
“Maybe I should have told you before coming here. I don’t want to cause any trouble.”
“What do you mean?” Kent asked, looking concerned.
“I uh, well non of my relationships with women have gone well, and … seems I’ve sort of crossed over, if you know what I mean.”
I decided just to look dumbfounded, and I just grunted, “hunh?”
Kent gave me an exasperated look but then turned back sympathetically. “Hey nothing to be ashamed of. I have a friend who is close to sixty, who only last year decided he was gay and had always been gay. That can happen at any age. Your saying your gay, now, right?”
Kent was so matter of fact.
Lawr shrugged and smiled, “Yeah. I’ve had a few experiences, even one which was an off and on thing with this incredibly hot guy, but he traveled a lot, so we had long distance problems. Comparing him to women was just… no comparison. Not for me anyway.” He looked back and forth at us. “I hope this won’t complicate things. I’ll try to find a place quick.”
I heaved a sigh and looked at Kent, “Well, I don’t know if…”
Kent glared at me and cut in. “Of course its not a problem. Stay as long sa you like. And don’t worry about the food or rent. Any friend of Devlin’s is a friend of mine, twice over. Your our permanent guest until you decide otherwise. Is that clear?” Kent had his hands on his hips, his command stance as I called it.
Lawr glanced toward me but then quickly back to Kent, “I can’t let you put me up for free…”
“Your not letting. I am insisting and your going along.”
Lawr glanced at me and I said, “When Kent is determined, the best thing to do is accept it as coming from God.” I smiled as I said and Kent snorted. But then he gave me a loving look and said, “I knew you would understand, baby.”
I blew him a kiss.
Lawr sighed. “Aww man that’s what I want for myself, what you guys have.” His handsome face wore a wistful look.
“You’ll find it, big guy.” Kent assured him. “Hey, I’ll help you put your stuff away later, but first, if your not too tired from travel. Just up the way is a little steak and wine place where we can relax and you can unwind from traveling. It will get you nice and sleepy so you can get a solid rest tonight.”
“Sounds good. Should I change?”
“Not at all, you and Dev are perfect. I am the one who needs to change.”
“I think you look amazing.” Lawr said, his eyes roaming down Kent’s golden god body.
My husband visibly colored but couldn’t hide the slight smile at being complimented. “Well this is a little too close to beach wear. That place is more informal evening club. I’ve been outside all day. Let me take a quick shower, change into jeans and a t or something. I have ice-tea chilling in the fridge. Why don’t you two go out on the terrace and enjoy the sunset. I won’t be long, and Lawr, welcome home.”
Kent surprised me by leaning into Lawr and giving him a peck to his cheek before heading off to clean up.
I was left looking at my handsome old room mate, who turned his Adonis buzz cut head back to me, and gave me a half grin. “Hope you don’t mind that you man has given me a chubby. He is a hawt fucker.” His voice was a low whisper.
I just smiled. “Well, I am just going to play very dumb. I love my man, more than I can say. But he won’t loosen up to you unless I am really oblivious to it, and if I loosen up to you, he might get alarmed. So you and me are just old roomy bros…”
Lawr vented a sigh and gave me a longing look which thrilled me to death. Remember this was a guy I had crushed on for a year, wanking off feverishly to him, living off of every hint of a kind word or touch. Now here he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me. Fuck!
Lawr leaned close and I glanced nervously in the direction Kent had gone. “Old roomy bros?” He enunciated.
“Unhunh. Until the two of you become so obvious I can’t ignore it realistically.” I added.
“Obvious?”
“You know. When your carrying on so hard I can’t help noticing it.”
“Hey I don’t know. In the car he did nothing but talk about you.”
“I know he loves me. No worries. But I didn’t expect him to kiss your cheek just now, either.” I changed the subject. “Let's get that iced tea out. If you want to go splash some water on your face to wake up after that flight…”
“It wasn’t that bad. I met a hot flight attendant on the plane and before I got on the ferry, I stopped by his place with him and … ended up taking a shower. So…” He shrugged.
“You sexy dog, you…” I said, as the sound of the shower down the hall became audible.
That sound distracted us enough that we got out the iced tea and some cheese and crackers and headed out through the living room onto the deck.
“This place is amazing. This is all Kent’s?”
“Yes.” I said, but I didn’t mention to Lawr that Kent had insisted that if we broke up, we had to have a prenup. I would get a beech condo he owned and rented out now he was in the big house, and his jaguar Sedan and a million dollars with which to continue my life without him. If we lasted longer than ten years, it would be an even split. If he died before me, or I before him, the one that was left got it all. Believe it or not I didn’t care about all that but was happy to keep things simple for him and his lawyer. As long as I could paint and actually make a living at it, a rarity in these anti arts times, I was content.
“And you guys married?”
“Yes, just a few months ago. I sent you an invite.”
“Oh yeah I remember that. It wouldn’t have worked for me to come. Sorry I missed it.:
By now were sitting in lounge chairs sipping the iced tea. I glance to my left caught him stifling a yawn.
“You mentioned you had one relationship with a guy off and on?”
“Yeah, we had about a dozen dates for over a year, and were sleeping over at each other’s place. It was great, and I really felt something for him, but the long distance thing really didn’t work well. Your so lucky to be WITH the man you love.”
I glanced over and found Lawr looking at me. My heart went thump, thump, thump, like a dog wagging his tail. Now I was with two men I loved. I just hoped it would work out. Some voice in the back of my head was warning me, ‘be damn careful, you idiot.” It was a voice I was determined to heed.
We continued talking about this or that. Lawr talked about his x girlfriends in ways that were hilarious. He’d tended to pick really nutty women, even in college, I well-remembered, and a couple of them really pulled some embarrassing shenanigans in dates that he was so funny relating.
With all the laughter I didn’t realize my husband had returned, looking delicious in very tight white jeans and a navy jersey. The jeans fit so tight they needed no belt, and his cock was on intimate display down his right thigh. Fuck, he was flaunting it, going commando.
Glancing at at Lawr I saw his lips puckered in a silent whistle as he took my man in. Kent looked at me, not noticing that wolfish regard of our house guest. “How do I look, baby?”
“Edible.” I replied and as I got up from my lounger I pulled him in and gave him a voluptuous kiss, right in front of our house guest who simply watched and said nothing.
“Sorry, hope were not weirding you out, big guy.” Kent said as he headed toward the door with us following.
“Not at all. If you guys felt like you couldn't be yourselves, then I’d be uncomfortable.” Lawr said firmly as I stepped to one side to let him follow Kent. I noticed Lawr’s eyes on Kent’s ass up ahead, but as he passed me, his left hand swung out to slide caressingly over my bulge, the devil.
Kent up ahead called back over his shoulder. “I like your roomy, baby. I think he can stay.”
I just smiled.
The club Kent had referred to was called the “Coastal Inn” and was owned and operated by a gay couple, named Ron and Allen Leland/Hanes. Neither owner was there yet, but the restaurants handsome young host, Carlos, met us. In form fitting black tights, with a navy blue crop top that bared his abs, a sexy happy trail drawing the eye down to formidable bulge, he gave us brilliant toothy smiles. He welcomed us with his Spanish accent doubling his sexy quotient, and then led us back to a booth near a window open to the view of the beach and ocean beyond.
I trailed behind as we followed Carlos. Kent and Lawr sitting first. This allowed me to choose which side to slide in. I picked moving into the booth to sit beside my husband, which made my baby and Lawr shift over to accommodate me, putting Kent between my old roomy and myself. That was just what I wanted. These booths were cozy, made for two or three, but cramped for four, so with three knees could touch. They didn’t have to, but it was likely,
It was very much on my mind to be sure that whatever or however close my husband might get with Lawr, I would remain unaware as long as possible. And as for Lawr and me. If Kent were around, I was not going to test my husband’s quick to get jealous nature any time soon.
Kent was a good conversationalist, even if he wasn’t all that social, but a preferred homebody. And he soon had Lawr talking about his interests, which included working out quite a bit.
“We didn’t have time to show you our gym. I was figuring we would put you in the main guest suite which is across the hall from Dev and me. If we do that you can share the spa and bath which opens up to our outdoor pool. We have a sauna and steam room. And across the pool from all that is our gym which has the full range of free weights, and all the machines. Also, Nantucket has a public gym which is very good if you want to work out in a more social setting with a spotter. They keep a few hot men on retainer to provide that service.”
“Well you both look like you work out every day.” Lawt observed, his eyes tracing over us.
Kent smiled and unconsciously flexed a bit as he answered, “Pretty much. We spot each other, and be glad to do that for you. We also go to this really great masseur sometimes, but, well…” Kent’s voice trailed off.
“Kent gets a little nervous about Marvin. They guy tends to get a little unprofessional, shall we say, with his better built clients, and Kent worries he’s going to take advantage of me.” I said, with a shrug and a wink. “Kent gets jealous”.
Lawr laughed. Kent shot me a look. “Well you do.” I told him and he sighed, admitting it. “Yeah, I do.”
Lawr gave me a look to which seemed to say he understood the masseur’s perspective. I looked back without expression. I may have let Marvin massage me where the sun didn’t shine a few times, but I never had sex with him. I was a good boy.
“Well you don’t need to bother with this Marvin guy.” Lawr said reaching up and behind Kent, giving my husband’s shoulder a squeeze. “I am a licensed physical therapist, and massage therapy is my main calling.”
“Then why the job as a restaurant assistant manager?” I asked.
“Money. I need the money to set up a practice. Once I have saved a bit, I’ll do it.”
“Ahah, well I’ve no doubt you’ll draw a lot of clients, with your looks.” Kent said, leaning a little toward Lawr.
“Well, hopefully because he is a good masseur, babe. You’ll have to test him out.” I said as a waiter stepped over to our booth.
“That sounds like a plan.” My baby agreed. Was it my imagination or had his voice gained a husky edge to it.
The waiter whose chest tag said Lance gave us a smile. “May I take your drink order’s Sirs?”
We all ordered wine, but I made it a point to ask for water as well, as I was going to switch to it after only one glass. Lance, our waiter, a handsome young blond hunk offered. “I can take your food orders as well.” Lance had no pad or gizmo with him. A good old fashion trained waiter, he took it down by heart.
We all ordered steaks, a filet for Kent, sirloin for Lawr and a Ribeye for me. Kent wanted his medium, Lawr, medium rare, but I ordered mine Pittsburg stile, well on the outside and rare inside.
Lance nodded to each of us, explaining the vegetables and side salads, but just before he left, he said, “And can I say, gentlemen, that I don’t remember ever serving three more han…no beautiful men in my life.”
“You’re a sweety,” Lawr said. Kent just smiled and I said, “Why thankyou, Lance,” and gave him a wink. “You’re a cutey yourself.”
And he was, one of those husky stocky muscled types that wore a cheerful mischievousness bout him that was infectious. He blushed and dashed off to put in our orders.
“We have a massage table in the spa that we never use, since we go to Marvin’s. We’ll have to roll it ou, lock it down and make sure we have everything you need.” My husband said, going back to the subject of massage. Interesting, I thought, that he had that on his mind.
“I am sure you will,” Lawr said, “but I’d really love to do that for you. The more things I can do to contribute to the household, since you guys insist on putting me up for free, the better.” Lawr said, giving Kent’s other shoulder a squeeze. At some point when I had glanced away, :Lawr had raped his muscular arm around the back of Ken’s head. Kent relaxed into it to the extent they were sitting side by side, body against body.
I carefully kept my eyes elsewhere, as if looking after the waiter who’d taken our orders. Kent’s and Lawr’s voices had taken on a slight husky purr, Lawr’s low bass harmonizing under Kent’s tenor, the two sounds weaving in and out in a way that told my ear how attracted they were to each other.
The waiter returned with our drinks, serving us quickly, efficiently and slipping away again without Kent or Lawr even noticing, as they were talking about working out.
“Just saying you have a great build, not too massive, Kent, just really nicely sculpted. It will be a pleasure to work out with you. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Well I can’t compete with your bulk. Damn your body is rock hard.” Kent said.
I glanced at the two of them and saw Kent turn into Lawr and grope Lar’s pecs, and did he just play a little with one of Lawr’s nipples where It poked out under that jersey?
Lawr’s eyes were fastened on Kent, and I could see the lust in them.
“I bet your abs are amazing,” Kent gushed.
Lawr beamed and lifted his jersey to display his eight pack abs and my husband dove right in running a hand down those ridges until the hand disappeared under the table.
Lawr jumped a little, flushing and Kent’s lips parted for a moment before he pulled back, with a quick glance at me. He caught me looking at them and I saw a spasm of guilty alarm flicker over his features.
“You should show him your abs, baby. They are amazing, absolute perfection.” I said giving them my best innocent happy look.
“Well, baby I…”
“Oh,I am sorry, love you don’t have to if your uncomfortable.” I said. “I am just so proud of your physique.”
Kent rolled his eyes and lifted his navy blue jersey, baring not just the lower lats but his pecs and nipples as well.
Lawr reached over and caressed what he saw, spending a little extra time with each nipple, “Wow, beautiful. You are totally hot, Kent.” I looked away as that hand slid down the abs, but being right next to me, as Kent was, I did not miss I seeing that hand slip down below the abs for just a moment as it disappeared under the table cloth.
“Oops, better not go too far.” Kent gasped. The two men giggled huskily, looking at each other, but then quickly at me as I laughed with them.
“I am just so relieved you two are getting along so well already. It could have been very different.”
Kent pulled his shirt down, slowly. He did not move away from Lawr’s side but sort of snuggled into him instead. “Oh yeah were getting on like a house on fire. I feel like I have known Lawr all my life. I can see why you said you have such a crush on him.”
“Had, baby, had. Your my crush now, and you always will be.” I said, maybe going a little too corny, but the main thing was not to alarm my hubby, either direction. “You know, babe, its great you have an in house trainer. You know my painting schedule revolves around the schedules of my models. I can’t always run with you or work out with you. Now Lawr can do that when I am not available.”
“You willing?” Kent turned his head to Lawr. They were sitting so close, when Lawr looked at Kent they were only a few inches away from a kiss.
“Be my honor. I’d love to.”
“You got it.” Kent said and just like that, he leaned that little further in, and met Lawr’s sensual lips with his own. It was a smooch, but whether tongues touched or not was a bit of a question. Definitely more than a peck but not a make out tongue wrestle either.
Never the less, my cock leaped to full hardness in my jock under my jeans, to the point of quite a bit of pain. Nothing turned me on more than seeing Kent kiss another man. That it was Lawr just made it ten times hotter.
Lawr jerked back and said, “Damn, hope you don’t mind me kissing your man, Dev.”
Kent jerked around with a look of near panic.
I just smiled and said, “Of course not. Your our permanent housemate now, and my best friend. I am just as happy as I can be to see you two bond so quickly. That was a nice affectionate kiss between friends.” I folded my arms and gave them a warm smile. “As a matter of fact, I hope you both get used to kissing one another in front of me. I have no trouble at all with it.”
“Well, damn, that is a relief. I don’t think I could resist not kissing Kent every once in a while.” Lawr admitted sheepishly.
“Well good. I couldn’t be happier to see it.” Which was the truth if not quite the way I meant it.
Things were developing quickly, almost too quickly. Kent was someone who might act impulsively, but later on sink under a pile of guilt and self condemnation.
“Still,” I said, seeing they were still in a half hug at the table. “Maybe it’s a good thing I see our food coming. Wouldn’t want you two to get carried away and ravish each other right here in public. I mean this is a gay run establishment but…”
Lawr busted out laughing and Kent, after a nervous pause joined him with his light chuckle. As the waiter put down our succulent dishes, they both asked for the bottle of merlot they had already been sipping. I was happy to nurse mine and then move on to the water.
As we ate, perhaps thinking he needed to gain control of himself, my hubby moved back over nearer to me. We dug into the food, finding it delicious, and I reached over under the table and casually claimed Kent’s thigh with one hand.
He looked at me and we leaned in to kiss, lips opening and tongues winding and sliding together in a luscious wrestle of love as Lawr watched us with a smile..
I could tell Kent felt better after, and even better after a few deep sips of his second helping of wine.
Lawr had a lot of questions about Nantucket, what to go see and do. Kent volunteered to be his tour guide and they made plans to hit the beach and jog the next morning. I agreed to go along as my my Viking Fabio, Tyler would not be showing up till about eleven am.
“A nice jog, some massage by our resident masseuse, some time relaxing in the spa together, and then I have to go paint Tyler. Do you have to report to work?” I asked Lawr, whose arm was once again draped around Kent’s shoulders.
“Nanh, not for a few days. I don’t start until Monday, when they want to use the quiet time to train me in.” Lawr told us.
“you won’t need any training. You’ll be a star,” Kent said, sounding just a tad buzzed. Kent was good for two glasses of wine, but three, and he would be slurring his words. He wasn’t there yet.
Lawr, I noticed, was taking his time with his second glass, and was in much better shape. I seemed to remember that arty farty Lawr could drink most people under the table.
“I feel like hitting the club and dancing,” Kent said as we declined desert. My husband’s eyes were slidng all over Lawr. I gave Lawr a look and he winked at me.
“Maybe not tonight. I need to unpack and take a long shower and then hit the bed. You two go.”
‘OH, no, no, of course you need to do that. What was I thinking?” Kent said in that loose slightly louder way that told me he was definitely buzzed.
Kent paid the bill, insisting on it, and we gave in, but as we went out to the car I kept my eyes averted from two bulges that showed signs of projecting a bit more than on our arrival. I snagged the keys saying “Designated driver.”
Kent nodded agreeably and surrendered them. Soon we were in his jeep with me driving. Lawr had gotten in the back seat, and Kent hopped in with him. “Gotta keep our guest company baby. Home James.” He waved airily.
I put the jeep in drive and off we went. It was not a long trip, usually, but I took the scenic route, taking the coastal route around the Island.
In the rear view mirror Kent and Lawr all but cuddled, leaning into each other as Kent tried and failed to concentrate on being a tour guide.
At one point Kent leaned into Lawr to the extent his head rested on Lawr’s shoulder, his lips coming in contact with Lawr’s neck. They murmured together in voices too low for me to hear.
When we reached the house and got out, Kent dawdled a bit and I soon saw why as his tight jeans displayed an obvious erection. He’d dressed to flaunt and it was definitely flaunting itself. Lawr too was noticing, is mouth parted with a look of lust.
I pretended not to notice, letting my eyes sweep across them as I smiled and led them to the door with the house keys.
“Why don’t you help Lawr unpack baby, while I go check to see when Tyler is coming tomorrow?”
“No problem baby.” Kent said with a catch in his throat.
When I turned around they were walking away down the foyer to the corridor that would lead to the left wing of the house where the main suites were.
I took my time. I already knew when Tyler would be coming the next day. Then I moved back and into the bath / spa to approach the master guest suit from there. I heard low voices and paused as I saw Lawr’s back and muscular firm ass. He was bent over pulling on some under wear boxer shorts. Kent was just out of sight.
“My god your built like a god.” I heard Kent say.
“You are the god,” Lawr said.
Kent appeared, still in his white jeans his cock stretched up under the belt line. Kent had undone the top button and that big weapon of his looked ready to bust out at any moment. He moved in against Lawr saying, “Dev seems ok with us being affectionate. “Tell you the truth I am very attracted to you, but I’d never do anything to hurt Dev.”
“Neither would I, Kent. And yeah I’d like to turn you inside and out, mmmhimm,” Lawr said, “Were agreed on that. But no worries. Dev is my bestie, my bro.”
“Good. That’s why I feel I can kiss you like this.” Kent said. He moved in against Lawr and kissed him, suiting action to words. The kiss was longer yet then I had seen, clearly a little bit of tongue.
. Lawr neither encouraged or pushed it up to another level of fever. This was all or mostly Kent. My baby was suffering from an explosive man crush and struggling with his self-discipline.
My own cock was aching, confined as it was in the jock I’d put on for that purpose just watching Kent press himself against that big muscular stud. There hard on stretched crotches grinding together causing both men to moan through their kiss..
In a moment I was going to be caught like this so, as they released their kiss and I saw kent starting to turn my way, I purposefully bumped against a nearby closet door and called out, “how’s the unpacking going?”
“Were ah still just figuring out where to put everything!” Kent blurted quickly.
“Oh I can see where I’d like to put something,” Lawr murmured almost too softly for me to hear, then louder added, “Your husband is a big help.”
“Ok I will eave you two to it.” I said, and turning walked away. “I am going to go take a run on the beach. Too wound up and I need to get some exercise so I can sleep.. Be back in a while.”
“Ok babe.” Kent called after me.
I was tempted to grab some binoculars and circle back to spy on them through the glass doors of the guest suite, but I dismissed the idea. My own voyeuristic jollies needed to take a back seat to this setup. Instead I stripped, relieved to let my aching dong out of confinement, pulled on some running shorts, leaving off the jock. My cock would wag stiffly as I ran, exposing itself, but the air would feel good on it and in the dark I wasn’t too worried anyone would notice or care.
By the time I hit the beach with my feet moving and splashing through the cold shallows, the exercise and cold water on my feet lowered my erection to where it more or less played peekaboo with the short jogging shorts. In the dark no one seemed to notice. And if they did, a little accidental peek=age wouldn’t hurt anybody.
Running calmed me, usually, but all I could think about was what Kent and Lawr might be getting up to in that house behind me. I was not anxious. I was excited, stimulated beyond sanity. I loved both men, and seeing them virtually unable to resist each other within one day of meeting, made me crazy. I was becoming a cuckhold, a willing one. And I felt like giggling as I ran.
