Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

Part Two

On Sunday, I was wiped from the events of Saturday, as was Charlie. And, he hadn't driven to Springfield and back.

We were chillaxing in the living room, switching the television between golf and the French Open, when my iPad started to ring. I didn't intend to answer it, but it was Sean.

"Hello," I said, moving to the couch, so Charlie and I could both participate.

Sean was naked.

"Hello, boys," he said. "I think it's time you met my partner, Paul."

He pushed his eyepad out, and his 69 year old partner entered the frame. Unlike Sean, Paul was dressed.

"So, boys, this is Paul," Sean introduced. "And Paul, this is Tom. And this is Charlie."

"Hi, Paul," Charlie offered. "It's good to meet you."

"It's good meet you two," he offered back.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Paul's making dinner," Sean said. "And I'm waiting on a visitor."

The visitor turned out to be Mike, a married 50 year old man Sean had met on Grindr. Mike was local to Springfield.

"A visitor?" I asked.

"Yeah," Sean answered. "Yesterday wasn't enough. I want to go again, and Paul's not interested."

We heard a doorbell. "Hold on," Sean said, and left the screen. When he returned, he introduced us to Mike, and Mike to us.

"I thought maybe you'd like to watch us," Sean said. "And maybe join us, at least virtually. I have you projected onto our big screen." He turned his iPad around to show that we were, in fact, on their very large television screen.

He then turned the camera on Mike. "Take your clothes off, Mike. Strip for the boys."

I liked that he called us "the boys."

It was not much of a stripping. It was more of a hurried unwrapping. But, the package that was unwrapped was pretty special.

Mike was a big boy. About 6'4" inches tall, he was built like a linebacker. He had mostly brown hair, with some grey sprinkled here and there. The same was true of his closely cut beard. He had the light green eyes that always made me think of vampires. He had full, thick lips. They produced a charming smile and hid straight, white teeth.

The rest of him, too, was thick. He was barrel chested, his muscular pectorals covered in the same brown/grey hair of his head and beard. Like his chest, his arms were muscled and hairy. His stomach was mostly flat, and it had a trail of hair from his chest through his navel and to his genitals.

Mike did not manscape. He didn't need to in order to make his dick look bigger. Mike was hung, not still soft but also not yet hard.

Mike's legs were like his arms. Muscular. Hairy.

Mike served masculinity, in the best way. He was manly. He could do shit.

I wanted Mike to fuck me.

"I just sent you guys a video," Sean said. "It's Mike fucking me. He's a great top. But, he's here today to bottom."

"I jacked off twice today already," Mike admitted. "I didn't know Sean was going to reach out, or I'd have saved at least one of them."

"Watch the video," Sean said.

We pulled it up on Charlie's iPad and watched it. It was only about three minutes, and it showed Sean getting pounded, Mike pressing his legs back to his ears and basically hate fucking Sean's hole as Sean moaned. It reminded me of the way Sean had fucked me the day before. Mike was relentless and, a couple of times, kind of roared. It was a hot video. I knew we'd save it and come back to it over and over again.

Both teams now had two iPads in play. We needed them both, one to show and one to watch.

"Wow," we said, when we were back in frame. "Who filmed that?" I asked.

"Paul," Sean answered. "He likes to watch me get fucked."

"It was fucking hot," we heard Paul say, from off screen.

"Get naked," Sean pleaded. "And do what we do, act for act."

We got naked and matched their actions. They went to Sean's bedroom, so we went to ours. Sean set up an iPad to show the bed, so we did the same. Sean was going to top, so I was going to bottom. Based on our experiences together, it made sense that we didn't pretend to play the same role.

They kissed, so we kissed.

Mike took Sean into his mouth, so I took Charlie into mine.

Mike turned Sean around and ate his ass, so Charlie turned me around and ate mine.

Mike turned Sean back around, laid him down, and lowered himself onto Sean's dick. I did the same. My ass, still sore from the the railing Sean had delivered, burned.

Mike started riding Sean's dick, so I rode Charlie's. The pleasure of the fuck quelled the burn.

At one point, Mike assumed what we called the "James Manziel" position, named for the Gayhoopla star. In the James Manziel position, the bottom is on top, in the reverse cowgirl position, but with his feet and hands both flat, supporting his weight completely. He then "rides" the dick, basically fucking himself on it with his ass the only contact point with the top. Through sleuthing, I learned the man who plays James Manziel is a straight good old boy from an SEC state, but that good old boy sure can ride a dick.

I hadn't really tried it before, but I, too, assumed the James Manziel position. It was as difficult as it looked.

Mike was apparently very vocal during sex. Variously, we heard the following:

"God, I love your dick."

"God, I love fucking myself on your dick."

"Don't cum in me. I want to eat it."

"Fuck, your dick feels so good in my ass?"

"You like that tight ass?"

I was not vocal during sex. So, that was one act we didn't mimic.

Mike pulled off and got on all fours, so I did too.

The vocals resumed:

"Pound my fucking hole."

"Give it to me."

"Fuck my hole, Sean."

"Fuck, I'm glad you reached out. I needed this. It's been too long. I didn't know how badly I needed to get fucked."

"Oh, fuck, right there."

"That's so good."

Sean flipped Mike onto his back, so Charlie did the same to me.

Sean took Mike's legs to his shoulders, leaned in for leverage, and went to pound town. He fucked Mike with the vigor with which he had fucked me the day before.

I couldn't watch from the same position, but I could hear Mike:

"Fuck me harder, Sean."

"Fuck me as hard as you can."

"Oh, fuck."

"Oh, right there. You found it."

"Don't you dare cum in me."

The slapping of Sean's crotch into Mike's ass got loud. Slap slap slap. Mike was getting fucking railed, and he was loving it. I wondered if his wife pegged him.

It went on like that over an hour. There were many position changes and many more vocals. We followed their lead.

All the while, Paul was in the kitchen making dinner, watching — we were reminded later — Charlie and me on the big screen.

"I'm getting close," Sean finally admitted. At the time, Mike was again riding him, only this time in the traditional cowgirl position. For a married straight man, Mike could — like James Manziel — ride a dick. With Sean's admission, he started bouncing, using his right hand for balance. He was like a bull rider, just bouncing and bouncing and bouncing.

"Oh, fuck, Mike," Sean finally hissed. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."

Mike pulled off Sean's dick, and Sean jacked himself with all of his might until he shot and shot and shot all over his stomach. Mike was immediately on it, sucking the last of the cum out of Sean's dick, slurping the cum from Sean's stomach, and then scooping whatever he missed onto his finger and sucking it clean.

"All gone," he said, opening his mouth to show us it was empty.

Charlie and I had fallen behind. We were so mesmerized by what we were watching, we stopped fucking and just gawked. It was an incredibly hot scene, made even more hot knowing Mike had a wife. And, we learned later, children.

"Mike doesn't worry about ATM," Sean offered.

I could tell from Charlie's look he was confused. "Ass to mouth," I whispered.

"I would have been," Mike said. "But, I got a little carried away. Also, I knew what I was coming for, so I cleaned myself out pretty good before coming over."

"You boys need to catch up," Sean said.

I was still sitting on Charlie's dick, so I started riding again. I used his chest for leverage and started riding as hard as I could. I had enjoyed what had happened, but it had gone on too long, my ass was — like I said — still sore from the day before, and I wanted it over.

"Come on, Charlie," I urged. "Come for me. Come for me."

"I'm close," Charlie promised. "So close."

"Come on, babe," I urged. "Gimme your load. Let me have it."

"Oh, shit," he said. "I'm coming…. I'm coming."

He did. Charlie is normally a bit of a dribbler, but I could tell this load shot out, at least a little. I could feel it hit.

"You know what to do now," Sean told me. "Show it to us."

This was not my thing, but it seemed to be Sean's. So, I got on all fours, told Charlie to get the iPad and move it close to my ass, and I pushed out so Sean and Mike could see that, indeed, Charlie had filled my hole.

"That's so fucking hot," I heard. From Charlie, not from Sean or Mike. Although, when I turned to the camera, I could tell they enjoyed the confirmation of what Charlie had done to me.

Sean offered, "Tom, you and Mike didn't cum. You should jerk off together. Come on, Mike, you can cum again. I know you can."

I was on my knees on the bed. Mike assumed the same position. Charlie and Sean played cameramen.

"Show me his face," I told Sean. He did. Mike was really handsome, and we locked eyes as we jacked ourselves.

"I wish it was my hand on your dick, Mike," I said.

"I was thinking the same thing," he parried back. "I mean, I wish I was jacking your dick."

We stayed eyes locked. Even though we were remote, it felt incredibly intimate.

"I'm definitely going to go again," Mike confided.

"I'm going to go soon," I said.

"I want to see it when you do," Mike said.

"Move to my dick, Charlie," I said. "I'm about to go."

Charlie lowered the camera so Mike could see my last furious strokes and then my cum shoot out onto the screen. It was an incredibly intense orgasm, especially for a jackoff sesh.

"Holy shit," Mike said. "He shot on the fucking screen." I must have hit the camera.

"Show me his," I said to Sean.

We saw Mike's dick up close. It was a big one. And really pretty.

"Here it comes," he said, and Sean got really close to Mike's dick. We saw the meatus open and the cum come flying out, clearly hitting the camera.

We cleaned up and "met" back in Sean's living room. Sean and Mike were naked and pretty clearly not finished with each other. Paul said dinner was about ready, so Mike was staying for dinner. I wondered if Sean and Paul were going to have him for dessert.

Late that night, I received a text from Sean. "Paul's asleep," I said.

"Charlie, too," I answered.

"Go downstairs and I'll FT you," Sean instructed.

I did, and we whispered through a call. I asked about the origin of Mike, and Sean said Mike was 90/10 straight and discovered the 10 late in life. He hadn't married young, before he could figure out who he was,like many similarly situated people had. He and his wife had been married for 20 years and had three children, all still in the home. Sean had met him at the gym, and they still worked out at 4 a.m. together. Sean had slowly but surely learned what Mike wanted, and then had given it to him.

Mike was not sex deprived. His wife liked sex, and she let him fuck her whenever he wanted.

But, he occasionally needed a dick, and he had finally accepted that and acted on it.

His wife and children did not and could not know. So, Mike visited only when it was safe to do so. He took no risks.

"He asked for your number, by the way," Sean said.

"Did you give it to him?" I asked.

He had.

Two days later, I received a text from an unknown Springfield number. "Sunday was hot," it said. "So are you. I really want to fuck you. My family is away this weekend. You should come down."

As I read the text, more bubbles appeared.

"This is Mike, by the way," the follow up said. "In case you had not already figured that out. Sean gave me your number. I hope that's okay and I'm not being too forward."

"Of course it's okay and you're not being too forward. Who doesn't want to be wanted? As for the weekend, Charlie, too?" I asked back.

"Of course," he answered. "The more the merrier. He can fuck me while I fuck you."

"Is this okay with Sean?" I asked.

"I don't think I need to ask, but I can if you need or want me to," he answered.

"I think it's best," I said. "No secrets."

The next afternoon — now Wednesday — Mike texted again. "I talked to Sean. He thought it was hilarious I thought I needed to clear it with him. He's also good with it. He wants to watch. In person, not remotely. If you two are down, why don't you drive down Saturday morning and plan to stay until Sunday afternoon. That'll give us plenty of time to do what needs to be done. You can stay here or in a hotel. Your call (I, of course, prefer here, in case someone is interested in a middle of the night blow job or fuck)." He finished with his address.

"See you Saturday," I answered. "We'll stay there. I love middle of the night blow jobs and fucks. I'll plan to wake you up with my throat."

"I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll see stars," he promised.

"Promise?" I asked, jokingly.

"Fact," he promised.