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As I said before, I had been mulling over her idea for some time. As I stood at her door, I finally came to a decision. I knocked. I heard her call something out, but couldn’t make out the words. I waited a few minutes and knocked again. This time I heard her come to the door. I saw the light in the peep hole disappear for a second then the outdoor light turned on. The door opened.
“Hi, Amos, what’s up?” she asked. She was wearing sweats so appeared not in the mood for company.
“I was thinking about your request,” was all I answered.
I watched her wait for me to continue, her excitement plain on her face. I didn’t, instead forcing her to ask again. “Want to come inside?”
“Just for a minute.” I followed her into the living room. I sat down almost in the same spot where she had fingered my ass the week before.
“So,” she began, “are you going to let me watch?”
“First,” I said grinning, “first you have to ask me for exactly what you want.”
“Ok then. Amos,” she began, this time using her breathy, sexy voice “will you let me watch you as you suck cock and get fucked in the ass? It would really get me hot.”
I laughed out loud. She laughed with me.
“That was good. You know, honestly, I thought about it for a good long while. The more I thought about it, the more it turned me on, knowing that you wanted to watch. I was thinking I might really enjoy having you there, watching.” She opened her mouth to say something, but I raised my hand to quiet her. “However, I’m just not sure of anyone that would be willing to fuck me while you watched. But, if I do find someone willing, I’d enjoy you being there too.” There. I’d said it. And it was the truth.
She paused, waiting for more. When I didn’t continue she said, “What about that Adonis from last week? Is he a regular friend of yours?”
I thought for a minute. Craig was a good fuck and I’d seen him on dates with women, but would he let a woman watch as he plowed his fuck stick into my fuck hole? “You know what? I’ll go see what he’s up to. If he’s available tomorrow, and if he’s willing, you just may be able to watch me take a real cock tomorrow night.”
That was pretty much where we left it. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and left. As I left her house, I decided to see if I could find Craig.
Now, the problem with living in a small town is the lack of resources. There was no place that was exclusively a gay hangout. There was only one very small adult book store. On top of all that, anonymity was difficult to maintain. Only a handful of my friends even knew I was into men at all and the guys I’d slept with were similarly not “out.” That made finding partners a bit difficult.
I hopped in my car and headed to the Golden Fleece where I’d met up with Craig on a number of occasions. I didn’t have his number, so this was the only way I knew to reach him. The lot wasn’t overly full for a Friday, but it was still fairly early. I pulled into a spot and turned off the engine.
I entered the Fleece and glanced around to see who was there. None of my friends were there at the moment, but I figured I should at least say hi to Aaron, the bartender. I sat down at the bar.
“What’s going on, Aaron?”
“Hi, Amos. Not much at the moment. But,” he paused for dramatic effect, “the night is young.”
“Yes, it is. I was wondering if you’d seen Craig recently?”
“I have. He was here last night, said he’d be going out of town this weekend. I’m not sure if he’s left already or if he’ll be in tonight.” Aaron was always good for info. He also was one of the handful of people who knew my secret, to include my trysts with Craig. As any good bartender should be, Aaron was a veritable Fort Knox for secrets.
I decided to hang out for a while anyway in case he did show up. I had a few beers, a couple of friends came in, and the evening passed rather quickly. None of my guy flings showed up, and it was 11:30 in no time. Craig still hadn’t shown up either. I decided I’d leave my number with Aaron in case he saw Craig first.
I went to bed disappointed. I had gotten myself all worked up about having Liz watch but I hadn’t been able to get anything planned. I thought about putting on some porn but decided against it; I’d save that load for Liz if she was interested tomorrow. I put on an episode of Firefly and drifted slowly off to sleep.
I woke the next morning on my couch, still dressed. Someone was knocking on my door. I checked the clock – 11 a.m. I got up and walked to the front door. A glance through the peephole told me Liz was knocking, so I opened the door.
“Morning, Liz. Come on in. Let me get some coffee brewing,” I greeted her.
“Hi, Amos. Sorry, I can’t stay. I’m headed out to visit my parents. Mom fell last night and is in the hospital. Her leg is broken pretty bad. I just wanted to let you know before I left.”
“Well, wait. Give me your number. I’ll send you a text so you have mine,” I asked. “And, by the way, I couldn’t find Craig last night anyway. He’s out of town, too.”
“Bad luck on both accounts. Anyway, here it is.” She recited her number as I logged it into my phone. I sent her the text. I wanted to kiss her, but instead just gave her a hug.
“I hope your mom is okay and that she recovers quickly,” I didn’t know what else to say.
She lingered longer than I thought she would. “I’ll let you know when I’m headed back. Take care.”
The next week was painfully slow and lonely. I stopped by the Fleece on Wednesday, but business was typically slow and none of my good friends came by. Friday I received a text from Liz around noon saying she’d be headed home Sunday and asking to have dinner that night: I replied in the affirmative, and asked her to come by my place so I could cook this time. Then, I decided I’d go see if I could find Craig. He’d either not been back to the Golden Fleece since I dropped off my number, or just didn’t want to talk.
I left work an hour early; it was slow and my boss gave me the okay. I went home and took a shower. I ate an easy meal. After checking the football schedule for the next day, I decided it was time to head out to the Golden Fleece.
Aaron greeted me as I walked through the door. “Hey, Amos!” It was only eight, again, fairly early. “What’s going on?”
“Not much. Just figured I’d stop into the best bar in town.” I paused. “But I figured I’d come here first,” I joked.
Unlike last week, I didn’t have to have to wait long for friends to show up. Having worked at a bar earlier in life, I understood that you could sometimes foretell when crowds would show up (New Year’s, St. Patrick’s, Cinco de Mayo), but you could never really tell when there would be a big crowd. Sometimes New Year’s would be packed to overflowing, and other times just busy. Sometimes, there was no reason for people to show up at a bar other than it being Friday, the end of the work week, but everyone and their brothers and sisters would show up accompanied by their monkey uncle. Sometimes you know, but you never really do.
It was around 11:30 when Craig came in. He was pretty tossed, which was fine as I wasn’t looking to play tonight. But it made things a bit weird. Plus, he was with a gal. I had only seen her once before, and it looked like they were “together,” as in on a date. He came over and gave me a bro hug.
“Got your number,” he declared far too loudly.
“Calm down, Craig. How are you?” I asked
“Pretty good. What’s on your mind?”
“Call me some time when you aren’t so drunk. And when you aren’t so obviously trying to get into a girl’s pants.”
I bought us a round of shots, Jameson. We downed the shots and I paid my tab.
“You can’t leave without letting me buy you a drink!” Craig practically yelled. “Have a beer on me!”
Our friends all joined in teasing me. What the hell. I ended up staying far too late and drinking far too much, finally stumbling the mile home from the bar at 2 a.m. Luckily, I had two days to recover and go shopping for some dinner for Sunday night.
Saturday was a hazy hangover fog. I did make it, with sunglasses on a cloudy day, to the local café for some coffee and to the store for some groceries, but other than that, I was home all day. I had college football playing on the TV, but was only mildly interested. The night game was Oregon hosting some other Pac-12 team, but again, I wasn’t so interested. I again fell asleep on the couch, this time intentionally. I’d put the TV sleep timer on and fairly well passed out. The next morning I woke with the sunrise, feeling somewhat better. Time to check my phone.
I sent Liz a text asking for an ETA and when she’d be ready for dinner. Not expecting an immediate reply, I set about brewing a pot of coffee and fried up a couple eggs for breakfast. Then I started the crock pot with the roast I’d bought the day before. She didn’t respond until around noon.
[I’ll be home 6ish. What’s for dinner?]
[I put a roast in the crock pot. Cauliflower and broccoli, baked potato.]
[Sounds delish. I’ll call when I’m almost there.]
I went back to living room and sat down to watch some football. The first games of the day were almost over, the 10 a.m. games. Next up was the matchup I wanted to see: Pittsburgh hosting the hated Patriots. These games always seemed to be exciting. I could probably watch the whole game and still have time to shower, set the table, and cook up the veggies before she got back.
This is how the game went. Offenses trading long touchdown drives. Defenses tightening up. Patriots get a field goal. Steelers go for a long drive but turn over the ball on downs. Yadda yadda yadda, same old story, Pittsburgh chokes. Pittsburgh outplayed the Patriots for quite a bit, but they ended up losing the game due to a couple poorly-timed turnovers. Well, that and the refs blew some important calls. It always seemed to happen that way. As the final seconds ticked off the clock, I checked my watch: 4:45. Time to get moving.
I checked on the roast, set the table, and double checked my phone to see if there was a message from Liz. Nothing. It was time to get in the shower. I spent a good ten minutes washing off the laziness of the weekend and brushed my teeth. In the bedroom, I put on some clothes and once again checked the phone: no calls or texts. Since the veggies wouldn’t take too long, I decided to wait until Liz called to get them started so they’d still be fresh when she got here.
I went back to the living room and turned on the night football game. It was still the pre-game show, but kick-off was fast approaching. The hosts were making their final picks to win the game, then the National Anthem, and right back to commercial. The network needed to make money somehow.
Sometime during the first commercial, I got a call from Liz.
“Hey, Liz. You almost here?”
“Yeah, just about to take the exit. I’m just going to stop in at home and take a quick shower. I’ll be over a little after 6, maybe 6:30. I just wanted to let you know.”
“How’s your mom doing?”
“She’s okay. Needed surgery to put her leg back together. She’s out of the hospital and getting used to her crutches.”
“Good. Well, I hope she recovers quickly. I’ll see you soon?”
“Thanks. And yes, see you soon.”
To save you all any further suspense: 1) dinner was awesome; 2) Liz looked amazing; 3) we talked and got to know each other better; and 4) we did NOT sleep together. I was a bit disappointed yet also a bit relieved. I don’t think I could have taken care of her needs had we slept together. Funny thing is that it didn’t really even seem awkward. It was a genuinely awesome time. We didn’t even broach the subject of sex, at least not until the end.
“So, have you heard from Craig yet?” she finally caved in and opened the subject.
“No, but he does finally have my number. He was hitting it off pretty heavy with some gal the other day. So, I told him to call me when he was available.”
“Do you think he’ll go for it?”
“Not really sure. It would be kinda hot, though, if he brought that chick with him. Wouldn’t it?”
“You really want to get watched, you dirty slut!” she joked.
“Heck, I’d watch you with her if you’d be up for it. Just saying,” I joked back. I didn’t know if she’d had any experience with girls, but being a man, I would still love to see two girls go at it in person. Porn only gets one so far.
The sex talk dwindled from there and we said our good nights. She left around 9. I gave her a kiss, she pinched my ass. I finished cleaning up the kitchen, packed my lunch for the next day, and made my way toward the bedroom. All I could think about as I drifted off to sleep was the feel of Craig plowing my ass.
Craig finally called on Tuesday. I was just getting into my car when the phone rang. My heart leapt when I saw the caller ID. I quickly answered.
“Craig! How are you?”
“Hi there, Amos. I’m fine. What’s on your mind that you wanted to talk to me?”
“Not on the phone. Meet at my place in an hour? I’ve got a really good whiskey you should try.”
“Ok, Amos. But make it two hours. I’ve got some errands to run.”
I got home quickly. Before going in, I noticed Liz’s car was there, so I knocked on her door. No answer. I tried calling and again, no answer. I finally texted her that Craig was coming over around 8 and she should get back to me A.S.A.P.
As I was neatening up the place, I heard a knock on the door. It was too early to be Craig, so I guessed Liz was coming to call. I was right.
“Hey, Liz. How are you?”
“I’m okay. Just got your text. So, he said yes?”
“Actually, I haven’t talked to him about it yet. He called me after work, but I didn’t want to talk about it over the phone. So, he’s coming by here in a little bit and we’ll talk about it.”
“Maybe you guys are going to have some practice?”
“Sure, Liz, whatever,” I shook my head. “Actually, we probably will. But no promises other than we’ll keep it quieter than last time.” I paused. “If he says he’s fine with it, would you be free tonight? Again, no promises…”
I watched as a look of complete carnal lust washed over her face. She was chest breathing, her breasts rising and falling dramatically with each breath. “God, yes,” she finally said. “I don’t care how late, just call me.”
After she left, I didn’t have much else to do except locate the bottle of Yamazaki and a couple glasses. I put them on the coffee table and put a baseball game on the TV.
I’m a big fan of baseball. Playoff baseball is one of my favorite things in the world. Imagine being a college basketball fan watching March Madness or a college football fan on New Year’s Day. There really is nothing like playoff baseball. I don’t even care who’s playing, so long as it isn’t the [bleep]ing Yankees. Yeah, you got me. I hate all teams that win consistently unless they’re my team. Well, with one exception: I hate the NBA now, but I loved watching Michael Jordan and the Bulls. They really were the best team, and I did root for them. I’m not a Bulls fan, but my team was terrible during the 90’s and the Bulls were amazing.
Anyways, this was the World Series so the intensity was magnified exponentially. To add to that, this was game six. The Series stood Red Sox 3 games to Cardinals 2, so either the Series would end tonight with a Red Sox win or would be tied with a Cardinals victory and go to a decisive game 7. I love good sports drama.
I was so lost in the game that I didn’t even notice that Craig was half an hour late until he called.
“I’m parking the car right now. Sorry I’m late.”
“No problem. I’ve got Game 6 on and I’ve been totally engrossed. Doors open so come on in.”
I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bowl for ice. I pour my whiskey over rocks – not too many, just a cube or two. I was just about to close the freezer door when I knocked a tub of ice cream out onto the floor. So of course, as I bent over to pick it up, in walked Craig.
“Can’t wait for foreplay? Wanna go straight to the fucking? I love a man that knows what he wants,” Craig joked as he walked in.
“At least I’m still dressed. I’ve gotta make you work for it at least a little,” I quipped back at him.
We hugged, a quick bro hug, then made our way to the living room. We just sat on the couch for a bit, taking in the ball game, making small talk. Finally, I opened the whiskey and we forgot about the game for a bit as we critiqued each and every nuance. By the time I was pouring our second dram, the game was over (Red Sox had won) and I was finally comfortable enough to bring up the true reason I’d invited him over.
“So, Craig,” I began, “do you remember the last time you were here? Couple of weeks ago.”
“Hell yeah, man. You took it good and hard.”
“Yeah, and we apparently made a ton of noise. I remember it fondly.” I paused, smiling, and also not sure how to continue. “Do you remember the girl at my door as you left?”
“Oh, yeah. Man, she was a hottie. Great ass, nice legs.”
“She’s my neighbor. She came over to complain we made too much noise. Anyway, about her…” I paused again. I was a bit afraid I’d scare him off. “She didn’t realize I was with a guy. As it turns out, she wants to watch.”
“Just watch? Dude, I’d love that.”
“Really? Sweet. I told her I’d ask you. And by the way, her ass feels even better than it looks.”
“You fucked her? Nice! And after she already knew you dig guys.”
“She thought I was the top. Really turned her on to find out you were the one fucking me. Speaking of which,” I stood up, “should I call her over here? She said she’ll be up.”
“Hell yes. Get her over here now. I’m ready to fuck the shit out of you.”
I glanced down at the tent in his crotch. My mouth watering, I picked up the phone.
“Hey, sexy,” she answered.
“Get over here. Doors open. We’re starting without you.” I hung up.
Within seconds, we were both shirtless, kissing. I didn’t hear the door open, or close, but I did hear Liz’s gasp as Craig and I explored each other’s mouth. Neither of us stopped to acknowledge her arrival. I finally broke off the kiss and slowly traveled down to his chest, pausing for a moment to give his nipples some attention. I paused again at his navel in order to remove his jeans. I was surprised when his cock sprang out as I was expecting him to be wearing boxers, but I heard Liz moan in excitement as his member slapped against my cheek. I looked up to his face as I rubbed his erection all over my face. He was looking at Liz, more like staring. I followed his gaze to Liz’s trimmed treasure. She was already dripping with desirous need, her fingers playing lightly over her womanhood.
I looked her in the eye as I positioned his cock at my open mouth. She lustfully grunted as I took him halfway in. My tongue lathered his head and shaft. I removed him from my mouth and began to lick his entire member from base to head. I lapped at his balls, alternately sucking and licking them. At last, I placed my mouth on his cock, this time sucking him in as hard as I could. My head bobbed, my hand stroked. Within minutes he was ready for fucking. I eased myself off his cock and stood next to him. We kissed again. He knew what I wanted and he wanted it too. Our lips disengaged, he embraced me.
“Come over and get his pants off,” he ordered Liz. I was surprised. I wasn’t sure how she’d react. Then I felt her kissing my back as she removed the remainder of my clothes. She paused at my ass for a moment, helping to lubricate my hole with her saliva, her tongue exploring deeply. Craig released me and I bent over to give her deeper access. She backed off and I felt Craig’s stubbly cheeks press into mine as he replaced her tongue with his. I nearly collapsed onto the couch. Craig then removed his face from my wanton cavity. I got down on my knees and pressed my face to the floor.
“Fuck me, Craig,” I begged. “Fuck me hard. Give me your seed.”
I felt Liz’s soft hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. I looked back, seeing her watch Craig rub his cock head over my rosebud. He pulled back. Her mouth jumped at his cock, adding her own saliva. She didn’t waste any more time. She took her mouth off him and grabbed his engorged member, herself lining it up with my eager hole. She watched, eyes wide, as he eased his way into me. I felt the glorious pain as my ass accepted him. I wanted more of him, I needed all of him in me.
“Please, use me. Give me all of it,” I begged again. “Plow me.”
This time, I could feel him forcing his cock into me with much more intensity. I heard Liz curse. She backed away, and I thought she was going to sit down again. Instead, as Craig began his sawing motion, Liz sat down in front of me, her gorgeous, trimmed bush inches from my face. I looked up at her as she looked down at me. She scooted herself forward the necessary inches and I lowered my mouth to her glistening lips. Her arousal was unmistakable. I devoured her as my ass received a magnificent pounding.
We continued like this for a few minutes, and I could tell Craig was tiring of his relentless assault on my willing ass. I reached back and halted him. I eased off of him and got up. He laid back, his cock still rigid. I straddled him and lowered myself onto him. I looked Liz in the eye as I actively impaled myself on his firm rod. I sat down hard, taking him all the way in. I adjusted my footing then began to bounce on him, repeatedly impaling myself. I watched as Liz’s gaze moved to my flopping erection. I could feel the tingle deep within, growing, expanding. I heard Craig’s labored breathing, feel his goal approaching. Craig grabbed my hips and held me, his cock fully lodged in my guts. I felt the twitching, heard his “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” as he deposited his seed in me. My own cock erupted at the slightest touch from Liz, spewing cum all over her hand and my belly. She brought her hand to my mouth and I greedily sucked my own cum from her fingers. She licked the rest off my stomach. I felt Craig’s erection fade, felt him slip from my ass.
“Holy fuck!” he exclaimed. “She’s cleaning my cock off.”
I looked down. My flaccid member oozed cum into her hair. Her eyes glossed over as she was indeed taking Craig’s cock into her mouth. I rose and knelt beside her, adding my tongue to his cock. She turned me around and dove tongue first into my gaping creampie. I felt her tongue searching for Craig’s seed. Her mouth on my sensitive hole nearly sent me into another orgasm, but instead only made blood flow back into my cock. Craig moved under me and took me into his mouth, a first for us. He’d never sucked me before, mostly because I was more into his cock. He was certainly experienced. Her mouth on my ass, his mouth on my cock, I shot off my second load of the night rather quickly. We disentangled and collapsed on the floor, catching our breath.
“Well,” Craig finally broke the silence. “That was fun. We should do this again sometime.” No one else spoke for a while. “I’ve gotta get back to my girlfriend, but this was nice. You guys have a good night.”
I didn’t realize what he’d said at the time. We watched him dress. I got up and gave him a quick kiss and showed him out. When I got back, Liz was sitting on the couch, still nude.
“I didn’t know he had a girlfriend,” she said.
“What? What do you mean?”
“He said he had to get back to his girlfriend. I wonder if she knows…”
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