The Maritime Club was a gay gentleman’s club, where the dress was semi dressy, but definitely included bar wear with a dash of leather man.
I’d elected to wear see through net leggings that had a spandex pouch to cradle my goods, wearing a cock ring to thrust out my package. For a top I had a silver trimmed black and mesh top cut down the front to he waist to show off my pecs, it was one of my most come fuck me looks, if necessary, all of it could be checked at the coat room before entering he dance bar area up stairs. A thin silver neck chain with an anchor draped my neck and chest, the white gold wedding band, silver bracelet on my right wrist and a silver hooped earing in my left ear completed the outfit.
Kent, on seeing what I was up to, appeared in short white latex shorts , his cock intimately outlined, a a white net crop top. He looked edible as always.
Lawr had appeared in tight jeans, but after seeing us, he darted back into his room and eappeared in skin tight black leather pants, and a crop top that was a sort of complicated harness. He looked like a very hot Dom with his all but shaved head. I kinda missed the thick wavy brown head of hair he had had in college, but I liked him this way too.
Dan drove us and we arrived after about ten minuts. A cute valet took the keys and we entered the club.
Trent, a very handsome man in his early forties greeted us with professional curtesy, though his eyes flickered with curiosity over Lawr as I introduced him.
Inside we nodded greetings to several men, some of whom I was beginning to know but most of whom I did not. Kent took over introductions chatting on a first name bases with cheek kisses and hugs and one or two deeper mouth kisses as he introduced Lawr as my bestie in college.
Some of the club goers were dressed for dancing, many of them wearing less then we were, and some in blazers and close fitting trousers, many of the men older men, but some of them our age.
I was used to seeing Kent hugged and secretly fondled and left him to it, Lawr sticking with Kent as I wandeed over to he bar to get a club soda. As I approached the bar, I noted b broad shouldered man wearing silver grey pants so tight they fit more like leggings. But over this was a waiter’s waist cut smoky blue jacket. And over the jacket draped a long black pony tail.
As I drew up to the bar, my suspicions were confirmed as the man turned toward me. It was the same man I had passed while swimming naked along the beach earlier that day.
He blinked at me, those blue green eyes glancing up and down me before resting on my eyes again. A crease appeard between level black brows and in a bass voice he said, “Excuse me, but have we met?”
“In passing.” I quipped.
His brows rose.
Mean while my gaze had dropped to the front of those leggings, where something huge was tucked down his right thigh. Fuck.”Ahh, I swam past you today.”
“Oh yes, the naked swimmer.” He commented with a slight grin and a slightly raised brow as if to ask me for an explanation.
“My husband lost his thong in the water by the light house, and I gave him mine. I swam back so as not to cause a scandal.” I said, offering him a grin.
“Very gallant of you. What are you having?”
“Club soda.”
He glanced at the bartender who immediately began getting my drink ready, placing it on the bar top. I had a tab here and started to give my name, but the bartender knew it. “It’s all right, Sir, you and your party’s food and drinks are on the house, is that correct, Mr. Hanson?”
The beautiful black haird Hanson nodded. “That’s right Greg, no wonder I keep you on.”
Greg flashed a grin. Then it struck me. This was Ben Hanson, owner of Maritime whom I had never met. “Your Ben Hanson. My husband has mentioned you, but we have never met.”
He quirked a small smile and putting down his glass and mine, took hold of my wrists and pulled me toward him, his lips kissing me just off my own mouth. “And now we have.” He said. “Please, if your husband is here, let me congratulate him on landing such a gorgeous gallant man, Mr…”
“Mr. Hanson, meet Devlin Sands.” The bartender interjected smoothly.
His brows went up. “I’ve heard that name. Where have I heard that name?”
“I am an artist, maybe you have heard of some of my work or…” I wanted to puff my chest out, thinking I was making a name but nope, he dashed that thought quickly.
“Ah, I have it, your husbands name is Kent Davidson, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“I know him well. But I don’t know the impressive looking hotty with Kent.” He said looking over at my man and Lawr. I took the moment to look down at his bulge again. Fuck he had to be even bigger then Lawr.
“Then I will be honored to introduce you.” I said, flushing as his eyes returned to catch me ogling him.
Kent turned from talking to Lawr just as we reached them and I was fascinated to see the look on Kent’s face as he saw Ben Hanson.
Ben smoothly stepped right into Kent and half hugged him as he cradled Kent’s jaw with his free hand and guided them into a slanting kiss, relinquishing it only after several seconds of tongue wrestling bliss. “Kent, my love, why didn’t you invite me to your wedding? I have just met your startlingly handsome husband, and learned of his gallantry on the beach today. I saw him swim past in all his naked glory and have spent much of my day wondering who he was. Now I know why you have been so reclusive of late, hogging him all to yourself.”
Kent was blushing furiously, pale one moment and red with embarrassment under his tan, the next.
“Ben! You startled me. You haven’t met Dev? Uh, well, heh, Dev, honey, this is Ben Hanson.”
“Yes, babe, we’ve met just now at the bar,” said, wondering why Kent ws so flustered, “and Ben this is my college roomy and best friend, Lawr Ridgeway. He has been hired as a manager at Nautical Resturant, and is staying with us.”
“Ohhh, well, that lines up. I am part owner of that place and yes, was expecting to meet the new evening junior manager sometime this week. I am a silent partner of course. Good to meet you Lawr, is that short for Lawrence?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Oh don’t Sir me. You won’t be working directly under me at all.” Ben replied, Though if I wasn’t mistaken, Ben Hanson wouldn’t mind having Lawr under him at all if not in the way of “work.”
I might have been jealous but I was more intrigued by the flustered agitation of my husband, and the kiss Ben had given him. That kiss had spoken of familiarity. A lot of familiarity.
Lawr ventured, “Can we invite you to eat with us?”
“I’d love to, if that is alright with you, Kent?”
“Oh, I, uh..of course it is, please join us.”
“Are you sure, Kent, my love?” Ben asked again.
Kent darted a glance at me and must have caught my expression because he said, “Yes! Yes, please, you must.”
We wee guided back bythe man himself to a private alcove where we settled. Water drinks and wine were brought to us, a fantastic merlot, and the club house special, Alaskin Wild caught blackened salmon on rice was accepted by all four of us.
Ben had sat himself on the end next to my Kent, with Lawr next to Kent and myself on Lawr’s other side. Under the table, Lawr’s left hand found my thigh and squeezed me as Ben proceeded to blow Kent out of the water with several devastating assumptions. It was so funny I almost felt like busting out laughing, but held it in.
“So, I am sure Kent told you, Dev, all about me. I am really surprised we haven’t met, considering Kent and I were an item for so long. But since you married, I can see why he seemed to go into hiding a couple of months ago,not answering my calls. Your absolutely stunning, Dev, if I may say so, about your lucky husband, Kent my darling.” The dark god of a man pulled Kent in and kissed his cheek.
Kent’s jaw hit the floor, while I reeled. I had been dating Kent for over a year, and we’d married three months ago which, if it meant what I thought It did, Kent and Ben had been seeing each other, perhaps intimately after Kent an I were not just dating, or engaged, but perhaps even after we were wedded. Hmmmm.
I decided to play dumb, to save my husband his embarrassment at having been caught out.
So I said, “My husband doesn’t really speak much of his past. I can only imagine how sexy you two must have been before our marriage. Of course any one Kent was intimate before we decided on monogamy together, has to be fantastic. It’s understandable and I am sure he had a great time with you. Talk about impressive men, you certainly are, Mr. Hanson.”
A glance at Kent and the weak smile he tentatively gave me, showed me he wasn’t completely convinced by my apparent denseness.
Ben wore a bemused look and I realized this man was dangerous, and also not just a little peeved at my husband, however flirty he was being. I wondered how amicable their beak up must have been.
Having launched his attack, the man relented from tormenting Kent, and set about charming Lawr, drawing my x roomy out on everything from college to politics and his past girlfriends. Lawr seemed excited by he attention of such a man, and soon had us all laughing, except for a much subdued Kent, who dutifully listened as Lawr repeated a replay of girl friend stories all over again.
When dinner was over, and we all rose, Ben shrugged off his jacket and the silk shirt he wore beneath it, handing it to the club host, as he led us up the steps through softly lit lounge area toward the pounding music ahead.
The music was just loud enough to invite dancing, but not so loud you couldn’t talk over it.
Ben and Kent moved off together, Kent talking intensely to Ben while Lawr moved into my side, his left hand resting on my ass. “Those net leggings of yours are driving me crazy.”
Looking down I could see the hard ridge of his cock pushing up along his crotch. “So I see.”
“Mmm, I um take it, Ben there divulged more than he should have. You and Kent going to be ok?”
“I suspect Kent is wondering that very thing, but oh hell, the fuck yes, we’ll be fine. The idea my husband isn’t as perfect as he claims to be, is hot as hell. I love him even more.”
Lawr chuckled. “Your as strange man, Mr. Sands.” Seeing as Kent and Ben were engrossed, with Kent looking a little upset, and Ben trying to calm him down, Lawr took advantage of the moment to lightly bite my earlobe and husk, “Fuck but I want to fuck you so bad, you sexy fucker.”
“Soon, soon” I promised him as my own cock surged in it’s pouch.
I saw that Ben was leading Kent onto the dance floor, which was moderately crowded with men. I took lawr’s arm and we follows suit, but over to one side away from my hubby and his sexy as fuck, ex. Giving them time to work whatever out. I suspected Kent was trying to get Ben to shut his mouth about them..
Lawr and I sized each other up, and began moving to the music. Oh fuck, Lawr in motion was a sight to behold, all that sexy muscle and easy athleticism on display. His bulge jiggled stiffly in those skin tight leathers, his muscles rippling as he swayed and thrust to the pounding beat. I was reminded all over again why I had fallen for him in college.
After a while the music changed to a sexy ballad a mixed version of George Michaels “Careless whisper,” lbut before Lawr could pull me into the crotch grinding dance we both wanted, here was Kent, with Ben behind him, tapping my shoulder and asking to dance.
I took my baby in my armswillingly enough, and he hugged me tight, barely moving to the slow beat.
We moved together slowly as he worked himself to speak. But finally he said in my ear, “I am sorry, baby, I should have told you about Ben.”
“What happened baby? I am just guessing but I have a feeling you broke that man’s heart. I can see it in his eyes, love. He still loves you.”
Kent went stiff in my arms but then, we resumed swaying and his head, nestled against mine, moved.
“Do you still love him?” I asked as he said nothing.
For a long moment, Kent pn;y moved with me, but then he kissed my ear and said in it. “I think I always will, but…”
I waited.
“You know how I am. I kept getting so jealous, and Ben attracts guys like ….’
“Moths to a very big thick candle.” I said in his ear and Kent giggled.
But then he said, “But then I met you, and though I couldn’t stop seeing Ben, I began to see where I belonged. I belong with you. And your so hot and sexy, Dev, but you would never betray me.”
“Ben betrayed you?”
There was a pause. “No, not by his definition of that term. He, just couldn’t be monogamous, and that’s what I wanted us to be. You and I were, and though it took me a while to realize I could trust you not to cheat and be honest with me, it was only then I was able to stay away from Ben.”
I took Kent’s face in both hands and I kissed him so hard and long we were both gasping for air when we surfaced. “Baby, I understand. Lets put any guilt behind us. Lets move on.”
Ben and Lawr were at the bar talking.
“Now you go dance with our housemate, while I have a little chat with Ben here.”
“Dev, what do you mean by little chat?” Kent said worriedly.
“No worries, hon.” I said, patting Kent’s sexy as hell ass. He looked less than convinced, but let me drag him toward he others.
We approached the bar and Lawr and Ben broke off as we closed within a few feet. Kent, with a glance at me, reached out and took Lawr’s hand drawing him off to dance, while I assumed Lawr’s place at the bar.
“Hi Ben.”
“Hi Dev.” Ben Hanson’s lips curved in amusement.
I gave him a long look which he returned just as calmly. I had to hand it too the man, he had the stone wall gaze down perfectly.
“Now that you’ve had your sweet revenge on Kent for ghosting you and sneaking around on you to end up with me, I hope you can drop it, now.”
He kept looking at me, but I saw the wheels going around in his gorgeous head.
Then he moved a little closer to me, just close enough my right knee met his and said, “Kent made his decision, and I think it was the right one. Am I miffed he didn’t have the courage to tell me about you? Yes. And whatever you say, I think you’re a bit peeved he didn’t…”
“What I feel toward my husband is non of your business.” I stated coldly.
He held up a hand. “Peace.” He looked me over. “Damn, but I like you. I only wish he had introduced me to you a year ago. I am guessing your not really the monogamous type, but you are fiercely loyal to your man. I like that.”
His green blue eyes played over me leaning back from me to get a good inspection in. “I’d like to see you again, stud, and I hope I do.” He leaned in. “I spend a lot of time on the edge of the gay beach up near the light house, as my own place is just up from there. I have a lot of friends who hang out there when its summer and we hang here at the club in the cold season, or spend time on each other’s yachts. I’ve been away a lot this last year on business, but I am back pretty solidly for the next several months. Hope to see you around.”
Between us his hand swung slowly in to caress my bulge, and I realized I was hard as a rock for his touch. My pelvis couldn’t help but thrust forward into the hand. I moved my left hand to cup his bulge and inwardly gasped as I felt that huge snake stiffen and throb through his leggings.
And then he was kissing me, his tongue snaking in to possess mine in a hot demanding duel.
I rose to the challenge and was just starting to feel a deep moan come on when he relinquished me, saying, “Later, Dev,” and just like that he turned away and was gone, leaving me breathing hard with my pouch ut a mile.
Thanks for reading this series. I have rewritten this series recently, expanding descriptions and dividing it from a dozen chapters into nineteen so far which will be coming out over the next days.. If you read his series months ago, I strongly suggest rereading it. And there is more to cum! Enjoy!
