The smell of coffee woke me. Looking at the clock I jerked the rest of the way awake as I realized I’d slept way past my normal 8am wake time. I turned to wake my husband, only to find his side empty.
The murmur of voices drifted down the hall through the door to the bedroom. I stretched, smiling, figuring Kent and Lawr were up. So was I. I took my cock in both hands and gave myself a few teasing strokes, but the natural curiosity about my man and my old crush, my college roomy,, as well as my need to piss, drew me out from under the covers, and I walked into the bath spa, my cock leading the way.
Glancing in the mirror, I took stock and smirked. I was doing ok. Twenty-four, lean muscled, a nice tan, fuzzy black hair on my pecs which I flexed, running a hand down my happy trail to circle and pet my hard pounding cock for a moment.
That was no way to pee. Turning I flicked on a faucet and stuck my cock under the cold water. Kent had installed a lower sink for children, hah! He used it as I did, to cool off a raging cock when getting in a cold shower was impractical. We didn’t have children and doubted we were ever going to, but you never knew. And even if we ever did, they would have their sink in their room!
I waited for my throbbing tool to subside, and then relieved my bladder. That done, I splashed some water over my face, admiring my trim mustache and beard that surround my broad sensual mouth, and smiled, enjoying the sight of my deep dimples. It was a face that hovered somewhere between Saun Connery and Tom Selleck in their young days. Yeh I was conceited about my looks, and fuck, who wouldn’t be with these looks? But I recognized my conceit and did the best I could to play dumb about it.
Heading back into the bedroom, I pulled on my work cutoffs for painting and headed down the hall to the kitchen dining room which faced out on the ocean.
I slowed as I neared the kitchen, padding silently to the entrance to peer in. Lawr was standing by the cutting table, leaning on it, his back to me, staring intently at my husband’s naked butt. Kent wore only his skimpiest apron for cooking his back and butt bare as he was naked underneath. He was chatting with Lawr over his shoulder as he stirred some eggs.
“..I just think I better keep you at arms length, Lawr.”
“Why would you want to do that?” Lawr said in a low sexy voice. I couldn’t see what Lawr was wearing as his lower half was hidden by the standing counter, but the way his right bicep was flexing suggested he could be naked.
“As I told Dev last night, I am very attracted to you, that’s why.” Kent said. “Dev always said you were hot and that he had a crush on you, but I never thought you were this hot.”
There was the sound of the toaster springing up whatever it was toasting. Lawr moved over to get the toast out, revealing that he wore a skimpy lime green thong. He turned briefly side on to me, and I caught a glimpse of his cock which was clearly at least half hard and pushing up out of a pouch that was too small for what it contained. Even from where I stood in the doorway, the sexual vibes in the kitchen hit me in the pit of my stomach and I felt my own cock stretch and swell in my cutoffs.
“Well, Devlin always did tend to understate things,” Lawr said in a droll voice.
Kent giggled. “Don’t get me wrong. I am not worried about Dev getting jealous. I just…”
“You just what?” Lawr asked as he stepped toward Kent. Kent was serving eggs from the pan onto a plate, adding cheese and some veggies before folding the omelet over. He turned toward Lawr as Lawr reached his side and they met in a long sensual kiss, tented apron front against swelling bulge. The kiss went on and on.
“You afraid of a little harmless kissing?” Lawr teased when they finally relented. By then Lawr’s cock was sticking up out of the pouch, and Kent’s apron was even more distended out from his abdomen.
“I wouldn’t call it harmless.” Kent breathed. “But anyway, Dev doesn’t seem to be bothered, or maybe he doesn’t see how crazy you're driving me.”
“Not half as crazy as you are driving me.” Lawr growled and the two went back to even more passionate kissing.
When that wave of passion abated slightly, Lawr growled, “I want to fuck you, right here, right now.”
“No. That WOULD bother Dev… I think. I want you to… but no. If we do that will open a whole can of worms. It will get really complicated.”
“How so?”
Kent paused. “I’ve had some really bad experiences with three-way relationships. One in college and one after. They didn’t work out. Dev and I were best friends first, before we became sexual partners, lovers. I don’t want to screw that up.”
Lawr moved in against Kent, bulge against tent. “I understand. I’ll control myself.”
“I hope not too much.” Kent half whispered.
“Hunh?”
“I hope you don’t control yourself too much.” Kent said again and they were kissing again.
This time Lawr kissed his way down Kent’s neck to his chest, reaching around to undo the apron and lift it away, baring my beautiful husband completely.
:Lawr, no…” Kent said with such husky desire in his voice, no one would ever believe that “no.’
I watched from the shadows as Lawr went down on one knee kissing his way out and up the underside of Kent’s cock to the tip, licking the head, swirling his tongue around it as Kent shuddered, before finally swooping down the length.
Kent moaned, his pelvis rocking with pleasure as Lawr started to bob out and back, his sucking slurping sounds filling the room.
I decided to torture them. I know, I am evil. I stepped back down the hall, let out a yawn as I turned and walked slowly back toward the kitchen. “Mmm I love the smell of coffee in the morning!” I called out in a yawny voice.
I reached the kitchen in time to see Lawr lurching back onto his ass on the floor, with Kent whipping around, stiff cock wagging out of sight as he turned to face the stove.
“Morning guys. Lawr, what are you doing down there?”
“Hunn mmm nothing, I umm was going to get Kent’s apron for him he dropped it.”
“Oh, well its over here.” I said going to pick it up. It was a few yards away from where Lawr was, but I didn't make an issue of it. I was too busy trying to hide a smirk.
Going over to Kent, I embraced him from behind, looking the apron strap over his head, and tying it in back for him as I kissed his neck. “Morning, love. That looks good. Ahh coffee there you are.” I went over to the coffee maker and cups, pouring myself one and ignoring Kent’s hard distracted condition as he worked on a third omelet.
Lawr was still on the floor. I gave him a hand and hoisted him up, noticing he’d shoved his cock back into the too little pouch of his thong.
“Nice thong, handsome,” I said, turning into him and giving him a smooch that had just a little lingering tongue.
Lawr’s eyes burned into mine for a moment as we kissed. The brushing caress I gave his half hard cock through his thong just added to the tease.
“Thanks. I picked it up in a little shop in Frisco before my flight out. But I could do some more shopping. Got your painting cut offs on, I see?”
“Yeah Tyler, the current model is arriving here in about half an hour. He is not cheap. But then he is giving me a hole day. I wish I could show you around Nantucket, but Kent will be only too happy to have you for himself for the day. Hey, Kent, you should take him the beach boutique down by Surf Beach, baby so he can buy some hot shorts and speedos and such.” I looked at Lawr. “It’s a men’s boutique, run by two old gay queens, but their stuff is cut to really show off a man’s bod.”
Lawr grinned. “I am still not used to shopping to show off my assets.”
Kent finished with the third omelet, plating it. “Get your food, boys, and yes I’d be happy to take you there, Lawr.” Kent said going to the small kitchen table. Lawr followed him, sitting close beside him and I took the seat sort of across from both, though nominally more next to Kent and Lawr.
Kent took off his apron, plunking it over the fourth chair, which meant he was naked, and it wasn’t long before Lawr’s right hand dropped from the table with his napkin, but did not reappear. Instead, his bicep flexed slowly and rhythmically as he ate or drank with one hand.
Kent jerked a little when Lawr made his move but settled down. He looked flushed, nodding and distractedly eating as I went through a list of places for them to see, all the beaches, one of the hotel Inns that catered to gay men with its bar and dance floor. I carefully did not look hard at the flexing bicep, and soon realized Kent’s left bicep was flexing and Lawr’s mouth had gaped open. Both gorgeous men were clearly in the grip of their mutual under the table masturbation, while I nattered on, paying no attention.
“Oh, and don’t forget the gay beach. There is a section of Surf Beach on the South side that is clothing optional if you go down far enough, where a lot of hot men come to sunbathe and sometimes more…”
“Sounds like fun.” Lawr rasped. He’d almost finished his breakfast. Kent had only half eaten his,
“I will be sure to take you there.” Kent said, his voice betraying a husky tremor. He shuddered and I realized either Lawr had moved his hand over Kent’s cock head, or maybe choked the cock off to prevent it from an untimely squirt.
Kent’s chest was rising and falling fast. “If you go to the part of the beach where there is sometimes public sex, I think I can trust you Lawr to keep my man out of trouble."
It was obvious, now that Lawr was stroking Kent who was trying hard to not to look s if he was ready to cum. My college roomy was making no effort to be subtle, but leaned into Kent clearly, watching his own hand stroking Kent's cock.
"You ok baby, you look a little flushed.” I said, pretending to notice for the first time. “Here, let me take your dishes if you're done. I’ll wash them since you guys cooked. You two go get ready for your outing. Tyler should be here any minute.
I got up. I was half hard myself and my cutoffs were tight enough to show it. I noticed Lawr’s smirk as he glanced at my bulge. I was quick enough getting up to glimpse Lawr’s big hand around Kent’s stiff cock, the tip of which showed more than a little pre. Oh yeah, my baby was on the edge. But, playing my game I pretended not to see anything out of the ordinary as I collected Lawr’s plate as well and carried them to the sink.
Behind me, the two murmured thanks about me doing the dishes as they got up and left the kitchen, walking stiffly behind their throbbing cocks.
As if on que, as I put the last dish in the dishwasher and turned it on, the doorbell rang. I yelled, “Come on in Ty!”
I heard the front door open and close and a moment later Tyler, dressed in white stretch cotton shorts, his big cock outlined in detail by the fabric, sauntered in. The only other thing he wore were white deck shoes. We met and naturally just slid arms around each other and kissed. I was horny, and the kiss lasted longer than I intended. By the time we broke, the feeling of that kiss and his big hard body had done nothing to ease my lust. I was really hard now, and I knew Tyler noticed.
A moan was just audible down the hallway.
“What was that?” Tyler asked.
“Just Kent and my old college roomy. Kent is going to give our guest a tour of the Island.”
“Hey I’d like to meet him!” “Tyler, my big Viking / Fabio stomped down the hall in his squeaky deck shoes. I stood there, in a sexual daze, and only belatedly managed to trail him. Typical Tyler, big happy golden retriever of a man, not thinking.
Tyler followed the moans and opened the door to the spa stepping in just as I reached him, trying to figure out something to say to keep up the game.
There they were on the massage table, Kent on his stomach with Lawr straddling him. Both were naked, and Lawr’s huge cock was sliding up and down the crack of my husband’s gorgeous ass. Lawr's hands were frozen on Kent's back as he gaped in surprise at the big blond Viking hunk gaping back at him.
“unhh”
“Oh good your giving Kent a massage again!" I chirped. "He has been so tense lately!” I said. “Lawr this is Tyler my model for the current painting I am doing for a calendar of fantasy warrior men.” I finished, brightly.
Tyler hesitated only a moment before stepping forward and reaching out to shake hands.
Lawr and Tyler locked eyes for a moment as Tyler advanced, but I could see those eyes wander down and back up and down and up. Lawr had managed to still himself from his rocking motion, with his cock pressing up between those sexy cheeks of my husbands.
“Great to meet you, Lawr.” Tyler purred.
“Likewise.”
“Beautiful cock.” Tyler said as if complimenting someone on their cock was the most natural thing in the world.
“Thanks, Love to see yours sometime, big guy.”
“I am sure that can be arranged.”
Kent’s head jerked up and I saw the look of startled alarm on his face. Was he jealous of Lawr? He was married to me, but jealous of Lawr?
I searched for a knot of jealousy in my stomach. There was a twitch. But it was more shock than any sense of hurt. In the next moment I realized this only meant the bond between Lawr and Kent was growing, which was what I wanted, right? Right!
“Come on, you, you big sexy hotness. We have an appointment.” I said, taking Tyler’s bicep in one hand. My fingers stretched without circling more than half of it.
Tyler came with me, a loose smile of lust playing over his big strong boned handsome features. Oh boy, my baby was going to have some competition.
The studio was down at the other end of the hall. There were no moans from the spa as we retreated in the other direction, until we had the long hall and doors closed between us. I wondered if Lawr and Kent could resist what they’d been pretty close to doing.
The moment that door closed, Tyler took me by the waist and pulled me in against him, kissing me ravenously. When he broke it, he laughed. “Woh, and you were worried about playing with me?”
“I want to resist my models. This is work” I said, even as his kisses traveled down my neck and his crotch grinded against mine.
Tylers look was surprisingly skeptical. “And…I trust my husband not to do anything I wouldn’t want him to do.” I said, but even I could hear my voice was less then confident.
And yet it was true I wanted Kent to be tempted and give in to Lawr. But I worried that if he did it too fast, he would feel guilty, and back away, screwing things up.
“Well, I don’t mean to question your judgement, but dayum, Dev, if I had that stud sliding his cock up and down my ass, I’d be begging him to fuck me.”
“Yes, but you don’t have a husband like me to remain faithful to.” I said, lifting my nose.
He looked at me and just laughed. “Oh, you’d love it.”
Fuck, Tyler was getting to know me too well!
He started to grope my cutoff zipper tugging it down and my cock lifted up to expose itself against him. But when he took it in his grip, making me want more I groaned and backed out of it.
“No, now get back up on that pose stand, stud. I have a painting to finish.”
“Awwww.”
“Awwa, nothing. Your expensive and I am paying for your pose time, not, well… anything else.”
Tyler pouted. “I could give you a cut rate in exchange.”
“That’s no way to make money.” I said, shaking my head at him.
“I’d gladly give it all away to be with you, beautiful Dev.” Tyler husked even as he retreated to his pose position.
“And then I’d be a starving artist with an even more starving bed mate. Your hot, Tyler, but I love my Kent.”
“Even if he is cheating on you?”
“I trust him.” And I did. I trusted Kent to do exactly what I hoped he would do.
Tyler just heaved a sigh and gave me a sympathetic look.
Fine, he could think what he wanted, but I knew what I wanted and what I was doing.
I just hoped I really did know what the fuck I was doing!
But then the image of Kent on his stomach with sexy as fuck Lawr astride him, came to me. I could see his big ten-inch erection pressing along and caressed by those hungry sexy buns of Kent's, and I smiled.
