9 comments/ 9441 views/ 7 favorites F6: Come on Down By: patientlee This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y C. Each item was used in the story. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition. The list for this story includes: yearn, yarn, yodel, yacht * * * * All I wanted to do that night was watch the Spurs game, but Caylin, my new girlfriend, derailed my plans. I could have insisted, but it wasn't the playoffs, and I was hoping to get laid. I'm a forty-eight-year-old divorcé, dating a thirty-year-old with a thing for Adam Sandler. If she wants to watch Happy Gilmore, I'm gonna watch Happy Gilmore. When she handed me a beer and settled between my legs on the couch, I smiled. Sex was gonna happen even if I didn't watch the movie. I watched the beginning, but Adam Sandler rubs me the wrong way. I think it's his stupid voices or something that makes me want to change the channel. And as far as sports go, the only sport I hate more than hockey is golf, and this spectacular piece of film featured both. I nuzzled Caylin's hair to distract myself. It worked until I dozed off. I wanna kiss you all over. Adam Sandler's annoying voice broke through my dream, rousing me a bit. Caylin turned to me and kissed me on the lips. "You wanna kiss me all over, hon?" She gave me a sexy smile and turned back to watch the movie. "You know I do," I said, smiling even though my nerves were screaming. I liked the song, but his voice made it intolerable. I leaned forward and kissed her neck, brushing her skin with my lips, but Caylin was having none of that. "C'mon, James. It's my favorite movie!" I sighed into her hair and went back to sleep. Cay's giggle roused me again, and when I opened my eyes, my evening changed. Not just my evening, my life. The image assaulting my vision would have knocked me over if I was standing. The golf pro with the wooden hand stood behind Happy Gilmore with his arms around his waist, rocking back and forth. "It's all in the hips," he repeated as he rocked perversely. I wasn't a homophobe, but my reaction was harsh and unexpected. The disgust that rose up in me wasn't rational. I'd seen the movie before, and I knew they were gonna have sex or anything. It was a visceral reaction, starting with a rumble in the pit of my stomach and crawling down into my balls. At that moment, the idea of two men together made me want to vomit. I reached up inside Caylin's sweater, hoping tits would cure my nausea. It worked temporarily. Caylin's were nicer than my ex-wife's, a little smaller, but perkier, and with long nipples that begged to be sucked. I gave them a tweak through her bra, and she rewarded me with a butt wiggle against my groin. I wasn't hard, but I was gonna be if she kept doing that. I kept my hands up her shirt while the movie played on, but I didn't shake the image of the men standing ass to cock. My unease grew as the movie progressed until I heard a voice that turned my discomfort into a miserable mix of disgust, fear, and something I didn't expect—arousal. "All right, Happy. Nice and easy," said Bob Barker on TV. My balls tingled and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. "That was NOT nice and easy." Bob Fucking Barker. His voice cut through my grogginess and punched the discomfort up to a scream in my head I couldn't ignore. What the fuck was my problem? Bob Barker was making my skin crawl. What the fuck was that about? And then Caylin noticed. "What's the matter, babe?" "Nothing. I don't know. I'm fine, I think." "What's going on?" "I feel a little funny is all. Just watch the movie." "The price is WRONG, bitch," said Happy Gilmore. At that moment, I wanted to punch Bob Barker, too, and I didn't know why. I tried to put my finger on why a talk show host would turn my stomach into a roiling pit of acid, but instead of answers, a nagging sense of want entered my mind. My want became a need. My need became a yearning. But for what? I didn't know. "NOW you've had enough, bitch." Bob Motherfucking Barker. Why was he making me so uncomfortable? My grandmother watched Bob Barker every day on The Price Is Right. He was a friendly old guy who liked the ladies. Every day in the summer, I'd go to Grandma's, and she'd watch it. Sometimes I'd watch with her. Most days I'd go outside and play with the kid next door, Rodney. His name sent another shot of anxiety through my gut. I hadn't thought of Rodney in years. He was a couple years older than I was, but he was the only other kid on my grandmother's street, so she let me hang out with him, mostly to keep me out of her hair. When we were young, we spent our days fishing or chucking rocks into the brook behind her house or playing basketball in Rodney's driveway. As long as his four sisters stayed out of our hair, it was great. When we were teenagers, we got hooked on his Atari. It drove my grandmother nuts because I would go to his house after breakfast, and I wouldn't get back until my mother arrived to pick me up before dinner. Yars' Revenge was my game, and I played until my hand cramped around the joystick. The only thing that would tear us away from the video games was the stack of magazines he kept hidden under his bed. When his mother would leave to pick his sisters up from day camp, he'd take those out and for forty minutes, we wouldn't speak. We stared at those women, trying to memorize their bodies until his sisters' noisy giggles knocked us back to reality. When I turned sixteen, I got my first job bagging groceries at Stop and Shop, and I didn't go to my grandmother's too much anymore. Rodney and I lost touch, and I never even noticed. Guys are like that. Out of sight, out of mind. Three weeks after my high school graduation, Grandma had a heart attack. It didn't kill her, but she was in bad shape for a while. When she came home from the hospital, I moved in with her. I took the rest of the summer of 1986 off from Stop and Shop to take care of her. I was eighteen years old with no social life. Goddam Bob Barker was Grandma's TV boyfriend. She named her fucking tabby cat after him—Barker. Every, single, fricking day she watched that show, and in those days, she was seriously hard of hearing, so it was loud. I made myself scarce for that hour. I'd mow the lawn or vacuum the bedrooms to avoid the obnoxious come on down! Halfway through the summer, I met up with Rodney again. I was sitting on the porch with a glass of water when Rodney came around in his old Pinto. He'd been away at school for a couple of years, so I hadn't seen him for a long time. He stopped by, and we chatted awhile. After that, we hung out whenever he wasn't working, and since his house was still crawling with sisters, we usually sat on my grandmother's porch or at her kitchen table. He was a good guy. He'd stay with Grandma if I had to run out to the store, or he'd run out for me. The Price is Right went prime time for a few weeks that summer. My grandmother was ecstatic, but I was annoyed. On that night in August, I got Gram set up with her basket of yarn and crochet hook and a cup of tea, and Rodney and I went to watch TV in my room. It wasn't the ideal space for entertaining, but it dampened the sound of Bob Barker's voice and the obnoxious dinging of the pricing games. We sat on the twin bed which was propped against the wall, watching Ripley's Believe It or Not on my old black-and-white TV. In retrospect, I blamed the cat for what happened that night. Halfway through the first Showcase Showdown, Gram started hollering. I ran out to the living room and found a spider web of yarn laced around the entire living room. The giant tabby cat cowered under the end table with what was left of the ball of yellow yarn while my grandmother shrieked, "He's unraveling my afghan! Get Barker!" I tripped over one arm of the web and cracked my shin against the coffee table, making me yell. "Shh! I can't hear my show!" she hissed. "Make up your mind, Gram. Do you want me to help you or not?" "Yes! Just do it quietly! Save my yarn, Jimmy!" She was making a blanket for her niece's baby. The baby was due any day, so she couldn't afford to waste time until the yarn store opened in the morning. It took me a few minutes, but I got the yarn wrapped back up into a neat ball by the end of the commercial and went back to my room. That's when I got the shock of my life. My long-time friend, Rodney, had his pants down around his thighs, and he was fucking masturbating. To Ripley's Believe It or Not! I guessed he had a thing for Marie Osmond, but it wasn't as if he was rushing to finish before I got back. Nope. He was having a leisurely pull on his boner while he watched TV. When I walked in, he took a deep breath but made no move to cover up or stop what he was doing. To my dismay, my dick jumped in my pants. "What the hell, man?" I shut the door quickly and froze. "Seriously, what the fuck are you doing?" He didn't answer right away. His face was red. His eyes remained fixed on the TV, not daring to look at me, but he didn't stop. Finally, he said in a gruff voice, "You should do it, too." "Wh—?" "C'mon, Jimmy. We've been hinting at this for years. All the jerk-off jokes and looking at nudie magazines and stuff. You want to. You know it." I turned off the light so I wouldn't see the redness in his face and he couldn't see the growing bulge in my pants. "What are you talking about? I never—" I was already fuming about the fucking cat and the yarn. If I hadn't had to save Gram's yarn from Barker, Rodney wouldn't have had the opportunity to whip it out and try to turn me into a fag. "Don't deny it, pal. You can't tell me that you never went home and spanked the monkey after we spent a day wrestling in my backyard and looking at naked ladies." "I don't—" I couldn't form a response. Sure, I'd gone home with a boner a bunch of times, but that didn't mean I wanted to do him or anything. "I'm not gay, man," I said. "I don't know what you're getting at." I cursed the cat again. Fucking Barker and his yellow fucking yarn. If the goddam cat didn't decide to knit a fucking spider web sweater, I wouldn't be staring at my best friend's cock and popping a boner as a result. He paused with his hand on his dick. "I'm gonna be honest. I've thought about doing this with you for a long time, but I was afraid to bring it up, and between your grandmother and my sisters, we were never really alone. Tonight, I figured I'd go for it and hope you didn't kick me out." He finally looked at me. "You're not gonna kick me out, are you?" He looked young and scared. And totally adorable. My resistance melted, and before I could stop myself, my pants were around my ankles. He gasped when he saw my hard-on. He was the first one ever to see it in all its glory. I climbed onto my bed and sat facing him. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to rub one out together," I said, trying to convince myself that masturbating in a room with another guy didn't make me gay. I wrapped my hand around my erection and slowly moved my hand up and down. We watched each other, stroking together, avoiding eye contact, as if it would break the spell. I didn't see his hand reaching for my cock until it made contact. His hand was warm against my skin, and I let it happen. I let him grip my rod and stroke it, sending shudders through my body. I closed my eyes and let go. "Jimmy?" "Yeah?" I opened my eyes and saw the burning in his. I knew what he wanted before he asked. "Do you think you could touch me too?" I nodded and took his cock in my hand. His skin was soft. I'd never noticed how soft the skin on my own dick was, and I touched his with both hands, running my palms along his length. His pre-cum dribbled onto my finger. I rubbed it into my thumb and smiled. "What?" He smiled back. On a whim, I put my finger in my mouth to taste his pre-cum. My smile widened. This was definitely gay, and at that moment, my raging hard-on didn't care. "Ooh, babe," Caylin said, snapping me back to my own living room. "What the heck are you dreaming about? You're poking me in the back!" She startled me, so I recovered with a proposition. "How 'bout we go in my room, and I poke you in your front?" * * * * Caylin undressed while I got the coffee maker ready for the morning, and when I met her in my room, she was on all fours on my bed, waiting for me. "Oh, babe," I moaned as I dropped my pants on the floor and shed the rest of my clothes. I knelt behind her on the bed and ran my hands from her shoulders, under her body to her tits. I squeezed them gently and then caressed the smooth skin of her belly and thighs before bringing them back up onto those perfect ass cheeks. My thumbs grazed the cleft between them, making her giggle. I lowered my lips to her skin and kissed one side then the other. "You know I love it when you kiss my ass," she said with a shiver. "Good thing, 'cause it's my favorite thing to do," I said. I let my tongue escape between my teeth and graze her tailbone. I fluttered it back and forth, brushing the walls of the canyon protecting her tight, dark-red pucker, my real prize. She gasped when my tongue touched the wrinkled skin, leaving a drop of moisture. I blew a gentle stream of air against the wet spot and found a much wetter spot with my fingers. Caylin's pussy dripped with need. From my position behind her, I slipped two fingers inside, meeting no resistance as I found her G-spot and rubbed in hard circles. When she moaned, I rubbed harder. When she spasmed and squeezed her legs together, I shoved my fingers all the way inside her, trapping them there. Before she relaxed, I went in for the kill. Up and down, side to side, and then in circles. My tongue worked her rosebud fast, with a touch as fine as the flutter of a butterfly. Her moans increased once again, and I moved my fingers to her clit, swirling through her wetness, raising the heat in her pussy. She babbled incoherent syllables, begging to come. "Don't come yet. Wait for it, babe," I said. I licked my lips, kissed her tailbone softly, and returned my tongue to its target. I lined it up right at the center of her rosebud and pressed inside. She yielded to my pressure, opening tightly around my tongue. She reached behind and pulled her cheeks apart, making it easier for me to breathe as I filled her asshole. My tongue savored the silky walls inside her and the dark tang which reminded me just how nasty and delicious this was. With my lips pressed against her skin, I'd reached the end of my length. I pulled back until just the tip of my tongue was still in her bottom before reversing my direction, fucking her ass with my mouth. She couldn't hold on. Seconds later, she clenched tightly around my head, her anal muscles gripping my tongue in a fast, pulsing rhythm. She screamed as she came, probably loudly enough for my neighbors to hear, but I didn't care. I savored those last moments of rimming this beautiful woman until she collapsed onto my bed, pulling herself off my tongue. I lay next to her, listening to her ragged breathing as she recovered. My ex-wife taught me to love rimming. She demanded it, and she taught me to do it right. Not by demonstrating, unfortunately. My head flopped to the left, and I smiled. She was never as beautiful as she was when she came down from an orgasm. She licked her lips, and for a moment, I wondered if she'd consider trying it on me. I sighed, wishing for something I'd probably never get. Caylin rolled in my direction and ran her hand down my torso, tugging on my chest hair on her way. "That was fucking awesome, baby." "You like that, huh?" "I think the whole neighborhood knows I like that." I inhaled deeply as she wrapped her hand around my cock. I was painfully hard and getting harder. "I think you like this." "Mm-hmm," I said, getting comfortable, ready for Caylin's oral magic. Her warm mouth enveloped the tip of my cock, and I sighed. Relief for the steel pipe sticking out of my waist was in sight. Her big, green eyes locked on mine, and she did that thing where she licks from my balls to the head of my cock while she moved her head up and down, sliding her lips along my shaft. Caylin gave better head than my ex-wife. Ginny's specialty was dominating, taking her pleasure from me, sometimes in ways so painful, it still made me cringe. Caylin gave pleasure as well as she took it, and that was one reason the difference in our ages didn't matter to me. She took my balls into her hand, and she rubbed them with her thumb while she sucked me. She reached for my nipples, and, not missing a beat with her tongue, tweaked them hard. She did that all the time, but tonight was different. Tonight her twisting of my flesh struck the recently unearthed memory of that night with Rodney. We jerked off together until he leaned into me. I saw him coming. I knew what he was doing. When he crawled toward me, I knew he intended to put my dick in his mouth, but I did nothing to stop it. I wanted it. I'd heard guys talk about blowjobs, but I'd never had one. I never even had a girlfriend, and I didn't have any prospects for romance either. When Rodney came toward me with his mouth open and my dick pointing toward his face, I allowed it. His mouth slipped over my dick, and I sat back and let him suck me off. He wasn't good at it, and it didn't matter. His mouth was warm and his thrashing tongue drove me toward orgasm like my hand never had. My crotch was soaked from his drool, and it only fueled the explosion I knew would come. I bucked my hips toward his face, getting closer and closer to blowing. Just when I teetered on the brink, Rodney grabbed my nipples and twisted them harder than any purple nurple. I yelled out loud, and then my breath caught. The sound stopped dead in my throat. The dead quiet in the bedroom allowed the most bizarre of sounds to penetrate my airspace, and if I could have breathed, I would have laughed out loud. From the living room TV, I heard the unsexiest sound ever to pass my eardrums, a yodel. My grandmother's favorite pricing game, Cliffhangers, was on. She liked it even better than Plinko. At that moment, that yodel etched itself on my brain and my balls. That one moment was the reason I popped a boner at the community theater presentation of The Sound of Music and why I avoided cowboy musicals. In my mind, yodeling equaled gay blowjobs. The spasms racked my body until I thought I'd die from lack of oxygen. And then Rodney sputtered. He pulled off my cock, choking, and it dawned on me. I just came in his mouth. I kept spurting after he pulled away, squirting my spunk across his cheek and in his hair. He wiped at his face with his hand when I finally stopped. "Holy fucking shit," I said, not believing that I'd just been blown by a guy. I expected the shame to set in right away, but the dam of lust held back any regret. I handed Rodney some tissues so he could clean his face. Before he even pitched them to the floor, his dick was in my mouth. Lust drove me, and I needed to blow him before I came to my senses and changed my mind. I used my hand and my mouth, jacking and licking and sucking until he moaned as I had. His salty pre-cum coated my mouth. In my head, I thought, Dick juice. My mouth is full of dick juice. The thought only made it hotter for me. My cock had hardly deflated before it was rock hard once again. His hand went to my head, and he held it tightly to his groin as he pumped his hips, fucking my mouth. He moaned and thrashed around, hugging the line between arousal and orgasm. When he finally blew, a noise escaped his lips getting louder with each blast of cum. His voice wavered as the volume increased, dropping from high to low and high again until the blasts of his cum settled on my tongue, the salty-sour taste grossing me out and thrilling me at the same time. F6: Come on Down I waited until he relaxed. "Dude, were you fucking yodeling?" "I have no idea, but that was fucking amazing." * * * * The memory of Rodney rocketed me to orgasm, and I shouted as I came. Usually I was quiet, grunting or moaning through the ecstasy. Between Caylin's oral skills and the memory of giving my best friend a blowjob, I couldn't contain my feelings or my words. It started as incoherent babbling, but at the peak of my explosion, I couldn't hold the words in my head back. "I need your cock." My eyes stayed shut until the tension eased. My eyes opened slowly, and it took a moment to focus on the expression she wore—eyebrows raised and a weird smile stuck on her face. "What?" I said, hoping she hadn't heard my proclamation. "Why do you need a cock? Is something wrong with yours?" She tipped her head and widened her grin. "Hmm?" "What are you talking about?" I tried to look confused rather than embarrassed. "I don't know what you mean." "While you were coming. You said you needed a cock. You have one right there." She pointed at it, as if I'd forgotten it was still attached. I grabbed a pillow and covered up. "I said I need a cock?" I felt it stirring under the pillow, betraying me. "Actually, you said 'I need your cock.' Who were you talking to?" Her eyes twinkled. "And what were you going to do when you found it." I couldn't tell if she was teasing or not. Her smile faded. "You're as white as a ghost." Of course I was. All the blood was going to my dick. "I don't want to talk about this." I put my hands over my face. "James?" I couldn't look at her. This was a secret I'd kept from myself for thirty years. I couldn't bring myself to tell her. "James? Are you talking about having sex with a guy?" I rolled onto my side, away from her. "I don't know what the hell I want. I don't know where that came from. I'm not gay." "I know, babe, but does the idea of being with a guy turn you on?" A sob burst from my throat. "I don't want it to." "But does it?" I swiped the pillow to the floor and grabbed her hand. I wrapped it around my rock-hard cock and barked, "What do you think?" She didn't answer. She opened the foil package on the nightstand and rolled then condom over my cock. She climbed over me, straddling my hips and pressing my back against the mattress. She lowered herself onto my cock and moved her hips, slowly at first. I tried to cover my eyes with my arm, but she grabbed my hands and pressed them over her tits. With her hands holding onto mine, she rode me. "Have you ever been with a man before, James?" I shook my head to avoid the question, but she interrupted before I could lie. "I've had sex with several women." I didn't even process the image before it punched me in the gut with desire. "You have?" I finally opened my eyes to see her staring down at me. "That's fucking hot." "Good. You understand. I think it's just as hot for you to give a guy a blowjob." I gasped as she ground harder against my pelvis and gyrated faster. "And one of the hottest things I ever did was have a threesome with two guys." "Did they—" "Did they do each other? Absolutely. It was fucking awesome." She fucked me quietly for a minute. "Did I ever tell you about my friend Stefan?" She slowed her hips while she talked. "No." "The summer after I graduated from college, I worked on a megayacht as a stewardess. Stefan was the chef. We hit it off right away, and we had sex all summer long." "Is this supposed to help me?" I squeezed her tits to remind her that she was fucking me, not Stefan. "Listen," she said. "This one afternoon, I surprised him in his room, but one of the deckhands was in there with him. Carlos. He had his dick up Stefan's ass. That was the first time I ever saw two guys fucking. It was super hot." "Did you join them?" "No. I wanted to, but Carlos hated women. He chased me out. My threesome was in college." "So what's your point?" I bucked my hips, needing to finish. What she said next did the job. "Stefan's in town this weekend." * * * * Caylin left for work long before I woke up. When I finally rolled over and opened my eyes, it was almost ten. The anxiety set in right away, and it took a few minutes for me to put my finger on what bugged me. Rodney. My morning wood jumped at the thought of my old friend. I hadn't seen him since that night. He'd gone back to school, and two weeks later, my grandmother died. We sold her house, and my mother took Barker in. Every time I looked at the damn cat, a spasm of regret-tinged arousal stabbed through me. I still blamed him and his damn ball of yarn for setting me up to walk in on Rodney. Rodney. My first blowjob. Compared to my other lovers, he was terrible at it, but his enthusiasm and my inexperience made it thrilling. I hardly remembered what he looked like after all these years, but I remembered his cock in detail. It was shorter than mine, but thicker with a head that looked like an inflated version of those straw mushrooms that come in a can. His pubic hair was sandy brown and wild. Funny. I know what color his pubic hair was, but I couldn't tell you what color the hair on his head was. I definitely wasn't attracted to him like I was to Caylin. I didn't want to kiss him or snuggle with him. All I wanted was his cock. I yearned for it. My phone chirped from the nightstand. Meet me and Stefan at marina bar at 6. Don't chicken out. Stefan. I forgot all about Stefan. My stomach leaped, my cock stiffened, and my brain went into overdrive. I knew the goal was to get together for sex, but she didn't tell me where we'd do it. Or what exactly we'd do. Or even if we'd do it that night. For all I knew, we'd have a couple drinks and make a date for another night. I wanted it too badly to wait. I was as impatient as a kid waiting for Santa. I wanted it now. I got up to get a cup of coffee. As I poured the steaming liquid into my mug, doubt set in. What if Stefan wasn't interested? What if I wasn't his type? Caylin hadn't mentioned what the actual probability was of sex happening. Maybe we were just scoping out the situation tonight. Not knowing was killing me. As the day went on, my yearning for cock increased. My curiosity drove me to Internet porn, but as soon as the first gay video loaded, I clicked out in a panic. What if Stefan wanted to do anal with me? There would be no turning back after that. If I let him fuck my ass, I might as well tattoo a rainbow on my forehead. Two minutes later, the porn was running again. I couldn't resist. This time I found a pegging video. Much less gay than watching a guy with a real dick in his ass. My ex had a monster strap-on she used on me. She didn't peg me often, and it hurt like fuck when she did, but I needed it from time to time. She left me four years ago, and I hadn't had anything but a finger up there since then. It was time. I fought the urge to masturbate, just in case Stefan did have sex in mind, and I shut down the computer. As I made a salami sandwich for lunch, it hit me that my concern with Stefan fucking my ass had nothing to do with fear or the pain or shame of being penetrated. I yearned for that. I was afraid only of being gay. I'd lived fifty-eight years as a straight man with that one little bobble. I was too old to redefine myself. * * * * I was sucking down my third beer when Caylin finally showed up. By then, I'd changed my mind and decided that I hoped Stefan didn't show. There was an aquarium with eels next to the bar. I felt as though they were swimming in my gut. "Maybe he's not coming," I said to Caylin. "Maybe he has something else to do tonight." "You are not chickening out on me, James. I haven't had a chance to do anything crazy in a long time. He'll be here. He's always late." Wanting to forget the whole thing and needing to have a cock in my mouth did battle throughout my body. I was still semi-hard, but my hands were freezing. My belly full of eels threatened to send me running for the men's room, and my head whirled with anxiety and arousal. "Well, if he doesn't get here soon, I'm leaving." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, a man bellowed Caylin's name across the bar. "Stefan!" Caylin trotted across the bar to hug him. I downed the rest of my beer and followed her to the tall man with the commanding posture and shiny bald head. He wore faded Levis and a Monsters of Rock t-shirt from the eighties. His smile was as warm as his hands when he reached to shake the icicle at the end of my arm. "Relax, man," he said with a smile. "You guys want to have drinks here first, or do you want to check out The Beauty?" Caylin answered before I could form words. "Let's go. I'm too excited to wait." She slipped her hand into mine, and Stefan led the way out of the bar and down the dock. It was almost dark, but I could see the boats as we passed. The Beauty wasn't the biggest yacht docked at the marina, but my landlubber's eyes were impressed. "Posh" was the word that came to mind as we boarded and I took in the accommodations. Stefan gave the tour, proudly giving all the boat's statistics, but I was too consumed by trepidation and lust to listen. As far as I could tell, we were the only ones on board. He led us to a lounge area, surrounded by windows. The dusky sky provided little light, so Stefan flipped a light switch. "You want a beer?" he asked, already on his way to get them. Caylin turned to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. We were still kissing when Stefan returned with the beers. "Starting without me, are you?" He grinned widely as he handed us each a bottle of Red Stripe and sat in one of the plush chairs. Caylin giggled. We sat next to each other, just close enough to hold hands. "What have you been up to, Miss Caylin?" he asked, launching a twenty-minute catch-up session that I heard little of. My head was busy working on how to get this thing started. I hoped they weren't waiting for me to make the first move. Stefan looked like a guy in charge. I figured he'd do something to let us know it was on. I drank my beer too fast, but when I looked around for a place to put the bottle, Stefan took it from my hand. "You okay?" he asked. I took a deep breath, trying to settle my nerves. "I'm fuckin' nervous, man," I said. Stress was keeping my erection under control for the moment, but I knew it wouldn't last. I didn't want to be the only boner in the room. "I have to say," Stefan said. "I was surprised when Caylin called last night. It's been a long time since our days on the Mathilde, and we never had a third when we played." His eyes fell to my lap, evaluating me. "Hey," Caylin said. "I tried that day when I walked in on you and Carlos, but he couldn't get rid of me fast enough." I shifted in my seat. "This is all new to me. I've never been with more than one person at a time. I don't have any idea what we're doing here." Stefan's attention gave my cock the jolt it needed, and it grew in my shorts. Stefan settled back into his chair and unbuttoned his jeans. "Caylin tells me you have a yearning for some cock." He pulled his fly open, and I saw that he was not wearing underwear. He tugged, exposing short, dark pubic hair. I drew in a sharp breath, startled by his sexiness. He lifted his hips and pulled his jeans down his muscular thighs to his knees. He wasn't hard yet, but his cock was a work of art—thick and long with a large head. His balls hung on his left thigh. I wanted them in my mouth. "Go ahead, James," Caylin said. "This is what you've been waiting for." She was right, but in my mind, I'd pictured Stefan going down on me first, giving me time to get comfortable with him. I nodded to Caylin and rose from my chair. I stepped in front of Stefan and knelt. "I can't believe I'm doing this," I said, taking his semi-hard cock in my hand. I looked it over for a moment, comparing it to mine. He was bigger. I was jealous. My tongue snaked out of my mouth, and I licked his shaft, right under the head. It twitched against my lip, tickling me and making me lick my lips. Stefan took advantage of the distraction and shifted his hips, which guided the tip of his cock into my mouth. I moaned at the unexpected pleasure of a mouth full of dick. So did Caylin. As soon as he was in my mouth, he hardened quickly. "That's it," he said. "Just suck on it." I lowered my head, allowing it to slide against my tongue and fill up my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Caylin pulling off her button-down shirt. I looked up and saw that Stefan was watching her undress as well. A stab of jealousy shot through me, but I pushed it down where it didn't matter. This was for both of us. Jealousy could wait. He grew to his full hardness while I sucked on him, and a moment later, he placed his hand on the back of my head, directing me to move my head to fuck him with my mouth. My own cock throbbed harder, craving his direction. I moaned as he hit the back of my mouth over and over. "Use your tongue," he said. Caylin had moved on to removing her pants, and when she was completely nude, she stood behind me, awkwardly unbuttoning my shirt. I tried adjusting my position to help her, but in doing so, I hit Stefan's cock with my teeth. He yelped and said, "I'm not a fan of toothy blowjobs." "I'm sorry," I said, not taking my mouth off his beautiful, delicious cock. I licked up and down his shaft as I sucked and ran my fingers through his pubic hair. I moved to his balls in my hand and fondled them, making him squirm. Caylin pulled my shirt off, and I took my mouth off his cock to help her. Instead of returning to his shaft, I took his right nut in my mouth, licked it, and then sucked gently as my tongue swirled. He gasped and held my head tighter with his hand. I couldn't choose what I liked best, the wrinkled skin against my tongue or the hand twisting in my hair, controlling my movement. He moved me to his other testicle, and I cradled his balls in my hand as I sucked it. My mind raced. "I'm sucking a man's balls. I can't believe this." Even as Stefan moved my head back onto his cock, I knew this wouldn't be my last time with a man. I pumped my head up and down, lashing his cock from top to bottom. "Shit," Stefan mumbled. "You're good at this." I smiled around his cock, hoping I'd make him come. I took his balls back into my hand. Caylin moved behind him and pulled his shirt off. "Oh, man. You're gonna make me come." His answer to my unasked question prompted me to double my efforts, and within minutes, his hips jerked, his balls tightened, and his cock twitched against my tongue. My stomach leaped in anticipation, and I braced myself for his cum. I wasn't disappointed. He grunted as spurt after spurt of warm cum coated my tongue. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy as I swallowed. "Guys?" Caylin interrupted my bliss. "There's a boat coming this way. Maybe we should take this somewhere without so many windows." Stefan led us to the master suite, which worried me a bit. I didn't figure that the chef was allowed the run of the boat, but I was too horny to speak up. Stefan and Caylin settled at the head of the king-sized bed. I stood at the foot wondering what to do next. "Take your pants off," Caylin said, unfreezing me from my spot on the floor. I hurried to undress, and when I looked up again, Caylin and Stefan were kissing. Jealousy returned, and I fought to ignore it as I climbed onto the bed and settled on Caylin's other side. I reached around her to cup her tits as Stefan continued making out with my girlfriend. I felt less jealous with her nipples between my fingertips, and I gave them a tweak to remind her I was there. She yelped and turned to kiss me. While our lips were locked together, Stefan pulled her onto her back into the middle of the bed and spread her legs. He settled between her knees and teased her pussy lips apart with his tongue. I broke the kiss to watch. "That is so fucking hot," I said. I moved behind Caylin's shoulder where I could watch Stefan's tongue probing her. I leaned to take her nipple in my mouth and suckled, gently at first, but increasing the pressure quickly. She squirmed and moaned from the attention, and her knees closed around Stefan's head as she came for the first time. "Atta girl," I said as I turned my attention to the other nipple. I closed my eyes and didn't see Stefan crawling up her body toward me. I jumped a mile when I felt his hand on my thigh, and panic rushed through me when his lips touched my neck. I lifted my head and found him inches from my face. I gripped Caylin's tits to ground myself as my lips parted, and Stefan pressed his against them. This was not part of the deal, rang through my head. His tongue met mine, and I melted. I'm kissing a guy. I'm fucking kissing a guy. Caylin got to her knees and put her arms around both of us, rubbing our shoulders as our kiss became more aggressive. His body moved closer to mine, and his cock rested on my leg. This is happening. I am having sex with a guy. I can't believe this shit. I took it in my hand, and he reached for mine. I moaned into his mouth, and he broke the kiss. "Lie back." I settled onto the pillow desperately hoping that someone was gonna suck my cock. It throbbed with need, and I was on the brink of asking for it when Stefan appeared over my groin. He smiled and said, "You're gonna love this." His mouth engulfed my cock and I surrendered. Gay, straight didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was the warm wetness on my erection. His tongue swirled under the head, and his hand teased my balls. Caylin lowered her head to my cock as well, and I felt the pure joy of having two mouths on me at the same time. I couldn't tell which mouth was which, but one was sucking on the head, and the other was licking my shaft. After a moment, Caylin came to me and kissed me while Stefan worked my dick. Her tongue probed my mouth while his probed my slit, driving me toward orgasm. Without warning, Caylin stood on the bed and lowered herself, straddling my face. My tongue reached for her clit, and she squealed when I found it. She settled on her hands and knees and stretched forward to suck my cock again. And then I got the pleasant shock of a tongue tracing my asshole. My wife hadn't done it. My girlfriend wouldn't do it, but this man I hardly knew apparently would. "Please. Please lick my ass," I muttered to encourage him. He didn't hesitate. His tongue poked at my pucker, and it pressed through, opening me up. I moaned and thrashed my head back and forth. It felt better than I'd imagined, and I wanted more. He poked his tongue in and out until I was barely coherent. Caylin continued sucking my cock while Stefan tongued my ass. My orgasm snuck up on me, and I didn't even warn them. I came hard, and I grunted and bucked my hips into their faces with each spasm. Caylin caught most of it in her mouth, but the cool air hit my wet cock before I was done. I wondered how much of my cum had landed on Stefan's face. I heard Stefan's voice, but Caylin's thighs around my ears muffled his words. I kept working on her clit, and I slid my finger inside her. When she came, she squeezed my head so tightly, I was afraid I'd suffocate. I kept licking until she released me, and gasped for breath when she finally rolled off. "I said, how was that?" I could hear the smile in Stefan's voice. "Fucking amazing." That's all I could muster. He rolled onto his back and beckoned Caylin to climb on top of him. She pulled a condom from her purse, and I helped her slip it over his cock. She impaled herself on him. She grabbed the headboard for stability while she rode him. I watched for a moment and then positioned myself behind her. She leaned over to kiss him, and I nudged his feet apart. I crawled between his legs and put my hands on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. I buried my tongue between them, starting at her asshole before moving lower to where Stefan's cock pounded in and out. I moved lower still, licking his cock. I tasted her arousal and his masculinity. I felt drunk on the delicious, bisexual cocktail, but I needed more. F6: Come on Down I pushed his ankles back, exposing his asshole to me, and I stuck my tongue in as far as it would reach. With Caylin straddling him, it didn't reach very far, so I switched to using my finger. When my fingertip touched his hole, he moaned. When it breached his first ring, he yelled. When it reached his prostate, he bolted up, jostling Caylin to the bed. "Hey!" she pouted. "That's not nice." "I need him," Stefan growled, pulling the condom off and throwing it in the garbage. "Well, I have to pee," she said. Caylin ran to freshen up, leaving Stefan and me alone for a moment. I felt the urge to cover up, and I caught myself reaching for a pillow. I adjusted it under my head instead. Stefan lay down next to me and reached to kiss me. He pressed his body against mine and wrapped his hand around my back. I listened for the voice in my head to remind me how gay this was, but it was silent. His kisses were hard and aggressive, not soft like Caylin's. His stubble grazed my lips, thrilling me with its masculinity. This was nothing like kissing a woman. This was like a battle, but I couldn't tell if I wanted to win or lose. "I need you to fuck me," he muttered into the kiss. "There's condoms in the drawer over there." I grabbed one and put it on, still listening for the voice in my head to call me a fag. When it didn't, I smiled and kissed him again. He spread his legs, and I pushed them back to allow me access. A silly grin crossed my face as I lined my cock up against his asshole. There was little resistance as I pushed inside him. He'd done this plenty of times before. I fucked him slowly, reveling in the tightness of his ass and his cock sticking up in front of me. I jacked it while I fucked him, staring in his eyes the whole time. I didn't hear Caylin come back in until she whispered in my ear, "That is the hottest thing I've ever seen." She reached around and tweaked my nipples, flooding my brain with the memory of Rodney, just like last night. I wondered where he was and how I could find him. I could hear him in my head. "You want to. You know it." He was right. Not only did I want it, I wanted him. That pushed me right to the edge, and when Caylin pinched my nipples again, I erupted, spilling 30 years of need I didn't realize I had into a man I'd just met. I collapsed to the bed, and Caylin wrapped her arms around me. "I love you," she whispered. "This was awesome." Stefan rolled in behind me, his still-hard cock poking me in the buttock. "I'm greedy, but I have to ask." My eyes widened, fearing what he'd say next. Caylin giggled. She knew where this was going too. "Is there any chance you were thinking of, um, taking it? You know, from me?" He smiled sheepishly. I laughed. "My ex-wife had a thing for pegging. A big thing. I think I could take that monster, if you go slowly and you have lube." He reached for the same drawer with the condoms. Caylin helped him prepare, and then she lubed my ass with her slippery fingers. I moaned as they slid inside me, and I was sure. I wanted his cock. He guided me to my hands and knees, and Caylin lay before me with her legs spread wide. "I'm not done either," she said with a wink. Stefan moved close to me, right behind my ass, and his cock grazed me for the first time. I shuddered as the cold latex dragged across my skin and lined up on my asshole. My ex-wife had never been gentle, and I didn't expect that Stefan would either. I was wrong. His touch was gentle, and he proceeded slowly. He leaned, putting pressure, just enough for him to enter me, just a little bit. "Are you okay?" he asked. When I nodded, he pushed again. This time my asshole opened up and the pain hit. My body stiffened, and Stefan stopped. "I'll give you a minute to adjust." I nodded and panted, like a woman in labor. "It'll be okay. It's been awhile. Go ahead. I don't hate the pain." He laughed. "I know exactly what you mean." He increased the pressure until the head of his cock popped inside me, making me shout. Caylin rubbed my hand, but her grin betrayed her delight. Stefan paused again, but not for long. He pressed on, slowly penetrating me. Stabs of pain shot through my ass into my belly. I craved the pain, and I pushed back against him, taking him all the way inside me. As large as his cock was, it wasn't as big as my ex's favorite dildo, and I loved the pain. It turned to hot pleasure, and I was ready. "Fuck me." I lowered my head to Caylin's pussy and licked her in time with Stefan's thrusts. I circled her clit, savoring her tang while Stefan's cock filled me. I knew how gay this was, and I didn't care. He fucked me faster and faster, grunting with exertion. I slipped two fingers into Caylin's pussy and was instantly rewarded with a long orgasm. "I'm coming," Stefan growled. "I'm coming in your ass, James." He grunted and moaned and slammed my ass harder than ever. His body went rigid, and he held me tightly to him until his spasms slowed to a stop. Exhausted, we fell to the bed, and Stefan pulled a blanket over the three of us. Stefan and I cuddled Caylin between us. I started to doze until Caylin said, "I hope your boss doesn't come back while we're in his bed." "My boss?" "Aren't you the chef on the yacht?" she asked. She sounded confused. "No," Stefan said. "Barker's Beauty is my boat." "Shut up!" she said. "How the hell did you buy a fucking yacht?" "Didn't I tell you about my big win? I thought I told everybody when it aired." "Wait," I said. Did you win it on a game show?" This was just too weird. Barker's Beauty. That's what they called the models on The Price Is Right. "Jesus. Barker's Beauty. Don't tell me. You won it on the fucking Price Is Right." "Fuck that," he said, laughing. "That shit's for old ladies and stupid people. I won almost a million dollars on Jeopardy. My last name is Barker. The guy I bought it from had named it Beast's Beauty, so I changed it." He threw the blanket from his waist exposing his now flaccid cock and grinned at me. "But you and Caylin can come on down whenever I'm in town, James." * * * * Thanks for the memories, Slyc. Rest in peace, buddy.