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Four Friends Ch. 01

By: Ken Nitsua



I saw an editorial in the Advocate the other day, an ode to love and monogamy, penned by someone who'd found his soul mate. Give up that promiscuous, joyless sex, he said. It can't ever be as good as sex with the one man you love.

I shook my head after I read it. He made it all sound so simple. Maybe it was, for him.

Once I thought Bruce Walker and I had a relationship like that. It hasn't turned out quite that way. For the ninety-nine percent of us who are mere human beings it's not an either-or situation. Give Lloyd Kothman credit for showing us that.

Sometimes when I'm in a mood I wonder whether Lloyd did it out of love for us, as he insists, or just to see if he could. I wonder whether we're all better off now, or whether we'd all be happier if he'd just let well enough alone. I just don't know.

Several years ago anyone would have said that Bruce and me, Gene Richey, were a model couple. We had been partners for fifteen years and owned a house together. Lloyd and Charlie Robbins, his partner, were our best friends. The four of us were inseparable--we went out to dinner, the bar (when Bruce could stand the smoke), the movies, everywhere. One of our favorite hangouts was a local gay-owned coffeehouse, where we'd sit around a large round wooden table on weekend mornings for hours, talking, arguing and laughing a lot. 

Looking back I might have seen the signs of trouble ahead. For one thing, monogamy meant different things to Lloyd and to Bruce. Once in a while Lloyd would make a crack about how he was going to steal me from Bruce. We'd laugh, but I knew that to Bruce it wasn't a joke. In the early years of our relationship I hadn't taken fidelity as seriously as my partner and had paid dearly for it. After the crisis I had promised not to stray, and had kept my word.

I had been stupid, of course, to have messed with such a good thing. Bruce was a catch. He had an endowed chair in economics at the major university in town, an unusual accomplishment for someone just past forty. His salary dwarfed what I got teaching English and writing at the community college. What's more, he had the looks to go along with his brains and mullah. He had a full head of dark hair just beginning to be peppered with gray, wide dark eyes, finely shaped nose and full lips. His body was trim and looked great in the suits he always wore to class, mostly because of his constant worrying about getting fat. Bruce stuck to his workout schedule at the gym and the pool to the point where I complained. Maybe I was bitching because I knew the guys in the locker room were getting a free eyeful every time he stripped down. On top of everything else Bruce had equipment most men would kill to have. I'd seen the envious, lustful glances he got when we changed or showered together in a public place.

He was just about the perfect man, and he had chosen me to share his life.

Some demon in me, though, wasn't content with the riches I had. Lloyd, as perceptive as he was, as good a friend as he was, must have seen that. I can't put all the blame on him for starting things down the slippery slope.

One sunny spring afternoon I stopped by the coffeehouse. I was pleased to see Lloyd there, sitting in an overstuffed armchair. We both had more flexible hours than our partners, so we ran into each other more often.

"So how's it going?" he asked as I settled myself across from him with a latte. "What happened to you?"

He had seen me wince with pain as I sat down. "Oh, nothing serious," I replied. "Pulled a back muscle yesterday at the gym. Trying too hard to keep up with those hot young things all around me."

Lloyd looked thoughtful. "I could help you with that, maybe."

"How?"

"I've been taking some massage classes. I'm trying to get certified."

"Really?"

He nodded. "I could use the practice. What are you doing tonight?"

"Well, this is Bruce's night to man the Outyouth help line. So I suppose I'm free."

A couple of hours later I said to my partner after dinner, "I'm going over to Lloyd's and Charlie's while you're gone. Lloyd's giving me a massage."

Bruce was putting on his windbreaker. "Let me know how it goes. I've been thinking of getting a massage myself."

I nodded. "If he's good I'll let you know. Maybe he could practice on you too."

"See you back here around nine."

I didn't realize it at the time, but our relationship had moved into uncharted waters with barely a ripple.

A while later I knocked on the door to Lloyd and Charlie's house. Lloyd answered the door dressed in T-shirt, shorts, and running shoes, as if he was going to the gym. At fifty-four years of age Lloyd was the oldest of us. He was determined not to let that show, and mostly succeeded. Only his thinning hair betrayed him.

"Charlie's out for the evening. We're going to be in here," he said, leading me back into the house. To my surprise, we stopped at the master bedroom.

"Charlie's okay with this?" For the first time I felt uneasy.

Lloyd was undisturbed. "Well, we can't use any of the front rooms, and my office is too full of junk. Yeah, he's fine with it. I always take the table down right after."

I looked inside at padded wooden massage table fitted with a sheet, towels and a row of bottles all set up on a nearby dresser. I had to admit it looked very professional.

Lloyd picked up a small plastic bottle of oil. "I'll go warm this up. Why don't you get ready and I'll be back in a minute."

"Uh--what should I do? I've never had a real massage."

He smiled. "Just get undressed and lie on your stomach. Put your face there." He pointed to a padded ring attached to one end of the table.

"Completely?"

"Well, it'll be easier for me and more beneficial for you if I can work on your whole body, Gene. But if you'd rather keep something on--"

"It's okay." I couldn't put my finger on why I felt nervous about getting naked in front of Lloyd. At the same time I couldn't deny that I was excited. I was breathing fast and I could feel my heart beating in my chest. Things were stirring elsewhere too. I was glad that we were going to start face down.

"Good. I'll let you get ready." He walked out, closing the door behind him. I took my clothes off and put them on a nearby chair. When I had stripped down I got on the table on my stomach as Lloyd had suggested. I reached under me and adjusted my cock so it was pointing downward. It was swollen enough that it was a bit difficult to get it in that position, but leaving it up would be admitting that I had a hardon.

I closed my eyes, took deep breaths and tried to relax. The door opened and I heard Lloyd's footsteps. He flicked a switch and the room was plunged into semidarkness. Another switch and soft music started. Lloyd seemed intent on doing things in a professional way and I began to feel a little less nervous.

He didn't start massaging me right away. Instead, I heard a rustling noise and looked up. He was pulling his T-shirt up over his head. As I watched he pulled his shorts down and bent to untie his running shoes.

"What are you doing?" All my uneasiness came back in a rush.

Wearing only a jockstrap, Lloyd looked up. He smiled as he smoothed his hair. "I could tell you were uneasy about being nude, Gene. I thought it might make you more comfortable if I undressed too."

I said nothing. Lloyd must have read my mind. "I'd never do this in a professional situation with a client I didn't know well. But we've known each other for years, Gene. We've seen each other naked before."

Lloyd and I had taken many a shower together at the gym and at the pool. This wasn't any different, was it?

"Gene? Would you rather I didn't?"

Was I going to order him to put his clothes on in his own house? I shrugged. "I guess it's all right. It's not like I'm going to be staring at you. Although," I said, "You are looking great."

Lloyd laughed. "Thanks. So are you." He bent, skinned down the jock, stepped out of it and straightened up. He didn't have a six-pack but otherwise he was in top shape, his shoulders broad, his pectorals defined, his waist narrow. His biceps bulged even when his arms were relaxed. I kept my head up long enough to catch a glimpse of his cut dick dangling long and soft between his muscular thighs. His balls were prize specimens too, large and low-hanging. He had just enough pubic hair to set everything off without hiding it. I felt my cock harden beneath me and ducked my head into the face cradle.

"Let's start."

I felt Lloyd's hands apply cool lotion to my back, and begin to move. After a few moments I realized that Lloyd was serious about learning massage. He was already very good. Although I was still nervous my body began to melt under his touch almost in spite of myself.

"Where did you get hurt the other day, Gene?"

"It's just below my left shoulder blade."

He pressed at the spot hard, not holding back. I grunted as the tight muscle finally started to give.

"Does it hurt?"

I looked up and grinned at him. "Hurts so good."

Lloyd said nothing but smiled as he continued to rub me. I laid my head down again, very conscious of the heat and presence of his body near mine. Gradually he shifted his focus lower, running his hands down my back and across my buttocks in long sweeps. A little of the massage lotion ran between my cheeks. I jumped as I felt Lloyd's finger slide into the crack and over my asshole. Before I had time to react he had moved down to my feet. I let out my breath in a sigh. I couldn't help wishing he had stayed there a little bit longer.

From my feet Lloyd's hands moved up again. As he rubbed the backs of my thighs he began brushing the bottom of my ball sack. The head of my cock was pressed underneath and I felt shocks of pleasure as Lloyd's fingers hit it as well. I began to suspect he was doing it on purpose. I thought about telling him to cut it out, but I didn't want to make a scene. Besides, there was no point in pretending I wasn't enjoying what he was doing.

I shifted as my cock grew to the point where it began to ache underneath the weight of my body. Just then I felt Lloyd's finger slip between my butt cheeks again. It tickled my asshole, already wet with the lotion, then to my complete surprise, slipped inside. I couldn't helping letting out a yelp.

"Just relax," Lloyd said. His finger moved inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my entire lower body. "Feel good?"

"Yes." What else could I say?

"Massaging the prostate is a very healthy thing to do. Most men let theirs get way too full of fluid. This is one way to get things moving."

If Lloyd's idea was to get fluid out of me he was succeeding. I could feel precum leaking from my cock and forming a wet spot on the sheet underneath me. He slipped another finger inside me, stretching my hole. His other hand rubbed my back, then moved down and found my wet cock head. Soon I was jelly underneath his expert touch, moaning softly as he worked me over. Just as I felt the explosion start to build up inside me he withdrew his fingers and stopped teasing my privates. I felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. There was a pause as he wiped his hands with a towel.

"Ready to turn over, Gene? Slide down so your head's resting on the table."

For a moment I was embarrassed at the thought of showing my arousal to Lloyd, before I realized how silly that was. I turned over, my cock hard against my stomach, pointing at my navel. My eyes met Lloyd's and saw his smile. His own cock was curving out, half-erect. As pretty as it was, it wasn't quite as big as Bruce's.

"I'm glad you're enjoying this, Gene. Massage is a very sensual experience. We just need to accept that." With that he placed both his hands on my chest and began to work my pectorals. These weren't standard massage strokes. He kneaded my chest muscles with great care, passing his thumbs over my nipples again and again. Soon I was sighing and writhing under his touch, my eyes closed.

I suppose up until then I could have pretended to myself that what we were doing was still a massage, however unorthodox. Lloyd hadn't touched me except with his hands, which were now gently passing over my stomach, brushing my erection. Then I felt soft, wet heat cover the head of my cock and opened my eyes to see him taking it into his mouth.

Part of me knew exactly what we were doing, both of us partnered to others. But I was too weak, too far gone to care.

So I didn't resist as he continued to suck me, sliding down my shaft until his face was pressed into my pubic hair, his other hand tugging at my tit. I didn't protest when he stopped, produced on a condom from somewhere and put it on. He climbed on the massage table, lifted my legs and put them over his shoulders.

His eyes locked on mine as he placed his rod against my asshole. My face was an open book, as naked as my body. If he had seen anything there telling him to stop he would have, I'm sure.

He pushed with his powerful thighs. I cried out and my head fell back onto the massage table as his hardness invaded me. I had been taken without a struggle.

We didn't speak a word. The only sound other than our breathing was the massage table squeaking as Lloyd drove his cock into me. His face, framed by my calves, was contorted with concentration and desire. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my face. His musky scent filled my nostrils.

He took hold of my slick cock and began to stroke it. For the first time I tried to resist.

"No, don't." If I didn't cum somehow it seemed less of a betrayal. He wasn't about to allow me even that small concession. He grinned and shook his head as he jacked me harder.

"Please don't...ahh...unggh..." I gave up the struggle and let the floodgates open, hot jets spurting from my engorged head and hitting oily skin, the bulk of my load puddling on my stomach.

Lloyd let go of my spent organ. His thrusts became violent, sending stabs of pain shooting through me. His gasping breaths rang in my ears. At last he threw his head in the air, arching his back. He stayed frozen in that position for a moment, then collapsed with his full weight onto me. I clenched my hole tight around his pulsing rod as it pumped its life out into the rubber buried in my ass.

Finally he raised himself and pulled out slowly. The sensation as my body let go of his flesh was exquisite, pleasure and pain in equal parts.

"Lloyd..."

He placed his fingers against my lips. "Just relax. I'll get you cleaned up."

He climbed off the table and padded away, his swollen cock jutting out from his body, latex glistening in the dim light. I slumped back onto the sheet and covered my face with one arm, as if to hide from the enormity of what I'd done. It didn't work. Guilt washed over me in waves. For the first time the air chilled my skin.

I heard footsteps on the carpet, then felt rough cloth on my skin. Lloyd mopped up my cum and put the towel aside. I kept my eyes shut until I sensed him bending down, his face close to mine.

"How are you doing?"

I laughed, but it hurt inside. "I don't know."

"Why don't you get dressed and we'll talk, okay?" He kissed me on the cheek, then bent to pick up his discarded clothes. "I'll be out in the living room."

Later I sat on the couch across from Lloyd, holding a tumbler of ice water he had given me, head bent. I couldn't look him in the eye. My stomach was a hard, tight knot.

Lloyd broke the silence. "You okay, Gene?"

When I didn't answer, he continued. "I didn't plan on that happening."

I shrugged and let that go, even though I wondered why he just happened to have a rubber handy.

"You and Bruce mean the world to me. I don't want to lose either of you."

"I've got to tell him what happened," I said, more to myself than to Lloyd.

"Gene," Lloyd said, "I really don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not? I broke my promise. I cheated on him."

"Just hold on a minute. We're good friends, aren't we?"

After a moment I nodded.

"So we shared a little more than we usually do. We got carried away. It's not going to happen again. Why upset him, maybe ruin your relationship? I'm not going to say anything to Charlie about it."

I remembered that a year or so ago Lloyd and Charlie had a huge fight over some guy Lloyd had picked up when he was out of town at his niece's wedding. I could see why he didn't want to rock the boat. I was starting to think that wasn't such a bad idea myself. I was a coward.

"Besides," Lloyd said, "It could have just as easily happened with Bruce."

My heart skipped a beat and I felt dizzy and faint. Then I got mad.

"What the fuck do you mean by that? Bruce is a great guy. He'd never do what I just did." Lloyd tried to soothe me. "Gene, I didn't mean it like that. All I was saying was I like both you guys so much. Sometimes I feel like I have three boyfriends."

I snorted. "Four's company?"

Lloyd chuckled. "Yeah, maybe so." He grew serious. "Anyway, just promise me you'll sleep on it. Don't say something you'll regret later."

I sighed. "Okay. But I don't think we should do any more massages."

"It's up to you." Lloyd smiled. "But don't you feel better?"

Truth was, I did. The nagging ache beneath my shoulder blade was gone, and I felt a warm glow all over. "You're good at it, Lloyd."

"Thanks, Gene. That means a lot. Now give me a hug. Then I promise to leave you alone." His eyes twinkled as he gathered me into his arms. I let his warm, strong body envelop me once more, though I still felt guilty at how easily he had talked me into sweeping what we'd done under the rug. Also, though I tried not to admit it, my cock was stirring again at his touch.

"So how was the massage?" Bruce asked at home later that night, as he caught up on the New York Times. He still preferred getting his news the old-fashioned way.

My heart began to beat faster, and my voice sounded strained and funny in my ears. "Oh, fine. Lloyd's very good."

My partner didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. "Great. Maybe I'll try him out sometime."

"I'm sure he'd like that." That was the end of it and I breathed an inward sigh of relief. Give it a week or two, and it would be like nothing had ever happened.

"Oh, by the way, remember Richard's and David's housewarming party's this weekend. We've got to pick up a present."

I shrugged. "They're the couple with everything, including the biggest house in the neighborhood. What on earth can we get them?"

Bruce put the paper down and looked at me. "It's not easy to think of anything, is it? Maybe I'll give Lloyd a call. Charlie has an eye for that kind of thing."

With a sinking feeling I realized our friends would be there as well. There wasn't anything I could do to get out of the invitation without Bruce wondering what was up.

Richard was a college friend of Bruce's who had gotten rich on technology stock, and had the sense to get out before it all came crashing down. He had bought an old house in one of the tonier neighborhoods in town with his partner and set about remodeling it. We'd driven by it a couple of times while the process was going on out of curiosity. Now at last it was ready, and we were going to get to see the inside. I thought the whole thing looked like someone's nightmare, but it had gotten a cover on a national architectural magazine, so I suppose Richard knew what he was doing.

Saturday night came and we found ourselves in the entryway to Richard and David's cavernous living room. David, who had answered the door, kissed both of us on the cheek. He was a slender, willowy man with silver hair and a mustache of the same color, striking against his salon-tanned skin. He designed a line of jewelry which regularly appeared at the better craft shops and shows in town.

"Oh, you shouldn't have," he exclaimed as he took the wrapped package Bruce handed him.


Four Friends Ch. 01



I felt pretty good about the hand-carved box of Hawaiian koa wood we had managed to come up with, but was still glad David was too tactful to open it in front of us.

"Everyone's out in the back yard," he said. "You must come and see it."

The yard was in proportion to the house, landscaped with perfectly chosen flowers, shrubs and trees, arranged for maximum artistic effect. Dozens of people, mostly men, were already milling about. David gestured toward a table on the grass some distance away, covered with white linen and piled with bottles, glasses and ice, behind which stood a uniformed bartender.

"Help yourselves to whatever you want to drink. I don't know where Richard went off to, but I'll try and find him."

"Hey guys!" We turned to see Lloyd and Charlie, Lloyd waving.

We hugged each other all around. As always when I first saw him, I felt vaguely sorry for Lloyd's partner. They were an odd couple-Lloyd compact, vigorous and fit, Charlie tall and a bit heavy, easygoing and just this side of rumpled. I had found out firsthand that Lloyd thought nothing of messing around outside their partnership, but the truth was, I'd suspected that was the case. Charlie seemed to turn a blind eye even when Lloyd was openly flirting with a hot number at the bar or somewhere else. I wondered why he put up with it. At the moment, though, I was glad he wasn't the suspicious type.

"How are you, Charlie?" I said, touching his arm. "Let me go get you a drink." I was going to need all the free liquor I could get this evening.

"I'll come with you," he said. "Lloyd's been after me about starting an exercise program. How many calories does walking to the bar burn up?" He laughed as if he knew how lame he sounded.

We headed off, leaving our partners chatting. I planned on keeping my distance from Lloyd.

Charlie didn't know many of the guests, so after we got our drinks, I busied myself introducing him to people I knew.

We finally ran into Richard after a while inside the house. He was younger than his partner, his Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts the picture of careful informality. "So nice of you to come see our little place," he said.

"It's great," I said, though I wondered what on earth two men were going to do with all that space, other than fill it with their antiques and hire studly lawnboys to take care of the grounds.

"Feel free to poke around. There's just too many people to give guided tours, but look in any of the rooms. Martha spent all day yesterday tidying up."

Our host walked away to greet a new arrival. I turned to Charlie.

"Shall we?"

"I'd like to go find Lloyd," Charlie said. "I haven't seen him since we got here."

"Sure. I think I'll look around upstairs." I left him and mounted the staircase that led up to the second floor. Upstairs, I stepped gingerly on the Oriental rugs laid on hardwood floors. Every room I looked in was impeccably furnished. Oil paintings that I had no doubt were originals hung on the walls, illuminated by specially installed fixtures.

I entered one bedroom, somewhat plainer than the rest, which overlooked the back yard. I snapped off the light, walked to the window, and looked out. By now it was dark, and dozens of luminaries twinkled at the edges of the lawn, which was filled with guests. The soft buzz of conversation drifted up to my ears, along with the strains of a jazz record being played somewhere downstairs. Alone in the quiet, soothed a bit by the glass of wine I had drunk, I began to relax for the first time that evening. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

"Gene, is that you?"

I jumped, startled, and turned. A dark form was silhouetted in the doorway. It was Lloyd. Just my luck.

He didn't wait for me to answer, but walked in, shutting the door behind him so that we were in almost total darkness.

"Lloyd, turn on the light."

"Why? It's so peaceful here." He came up close to me and I took a step back. My face felt hot, my pulse was pounding in my ears. Lloyd chuckled.

"Relax, Gene. I just came up to see the view from upstairs, same as you." He turned to look out the window. "Sure is nice, isn't it? Those luminaries are so pretty."

"Yes, they are." We stood side by side in silence. Nothing happened and I breathed a little easier.

"I haven't seen you all evening."

"I've been with Charlie, introducing him to people." I thought I'd better mention his partner's name.

"I appreciate it. He's not good at large parties. Not like you. You're so sociable."

"It's not so hard." I drew in my breath as I felt his hand touch my back.

"Not for you, Gene. Everyone likes you. I like you too." The hand began to move, caressing me, sending chills shuddering through my body.

"Lloyd, don't." I had to get away now. I had to throw off his hand, get out the door and back to the party. I had to find Bruce.

My body refused to obey me. By now Lloyd had moved behind me and both of his hands were sliding around to my chest. One hand undid a button and slid inside.

"Take it easy, Gene. No one's around. This will be our little secret." Lloyd's breath tickled my ear as he whispered into it. His other hand had found my zipper and lowered it. Quickly his fingers parted the opening in the front of my briefs and pulled my already hardening cock out.

"Mm, so nice." He began to stroke it, spreading the fluid leaking out of the head with his thumb. Whatever resistance I had left dissolved.

"Oh, shit." I let my weight fall against his hard body behind mine. Lloyd's tongue flicked into my ear and his teeth nibbled at my lobe.

"You're such a sexy man, Gene." His hands became strong, grasping my hips and turning me toward him. The next moment he was on his knees in front of me and sliding my prick into his warm, wet mouth. I gasped and grabbed his head.

Dim light filtered in through the window as Lloyd blew me. The only sounds in the room were my breathing and the delicious, obscene slurping and smacking sounds of his lips and tongue on my organ.

In what seemed like a very short time his expert mouth brought me to the edge. "Going to shoot," I said. I tried to pull back, but his hands held me firm inside him.

"Mmph hhm," he said. He wanted my load.

"No, Lloyd, please, not in your mouth... Oh shit....unggh...." A strangled grunt issued from my throat as I lost the battle for the second time that week. My hips thrust forward involuntarily and my head went back. The cum boiled up from my balls and I unloaded down his eager throat in a hot flood. Lloyd held me in his mouth down to the root, his nose pressed into the front of my pants, swallowing every drop. His hands gripped my butt with viselike strength. Faint gulping noises came from his gorge.

We stayed locked in sexual spasm for a while longer, until my gusher began to dry up. Finally he relaxed his hold on me. My knees buckled. I had to grab his shoulders or I would have fallen to the carpet.

Lloyd raised his head, put up a hand and drew my face down to his. His lips found mine and we shared our first kiss, long, languid and flavored with my cum. He let me go at last and spoke for the first time in quite a while.

"Magnificent, my friend."

Still reeling from the orgasm he had drawn from me, I said the first thing that came into my head.

"If there's such a thing as hell, I'm headed there for sure now."

Lloyd chuckled. "We can room together."

That struck me funny and I started to laugh, trying to stay quiet.

Then we snapped to attention. Footsteps were headed down the hallway toward the spare bedroom. Voices were carrying on an animated conversation. They stopped outside the door Lloyd had shut. Before either of us had time to react, it was flung open and the light snapped on.

"This guest room has the best view.... Oh my."

I guess it was poetic justice. Two faces stared at us, mouths open. It was our host, Richard, and Lloyd's friend, my partner, Bruce.

TO BE CONTINUED



Four Friends Ch. 02



It was my worst nightmare come true. My lover had caught me getting sucked off by our best friend. I gaped speechless at them, Lloyd still kneeling before me, my wet cock hanging out of the front of my pants. As stunned as I was, I couldn't help noticing a hint of detached amusement in our host's eyes.

No matter what he was thinking, Richard's manners were perfect. "I'll leave you gentlemen alone," he said, and left, shutting the door behind him.

"Bruce--" I began. He waved both hands in the air, a violent, meaningless gesture.

"Don't."

"Bruce, I'm the one you should blame," Lloyd said.

My partner said, his voice icy, "As of right now you are not welcome in my house." He looked at me, and I recoiled at the cold anger in his face. "You disgust me."

He turned, opened the door, and walked out. I began to shake. My stomach lurched and I had to fight not to heave my guts out onto the carpet.

Lloyd stood, wiping his mouth. "Gene, I'm sorry." He grasped my shoulder but I twisted away.

"Yeah, sure you are." All I wanted was to get out of his presence. I smoothed my hair, stuffed myself back into my pants, zipped up and left. I began to hurry as I descended the stairs. At the bottom I looked around, searching for Bruce.

"He left, Gene." It was Richard, standing nearby. He came over to me and spoke in a low voice. "I haven't said anything to anybody. And I won't."

I felt a surge of mingled gratitude and shame. "Thanks, Richard. And I'm sorry about this."

He made a dismissive gesture. "It happens. I caught David doing the same thing in our old place one night. We survived and you will too, darling. Good luck."

"Thanks." I hugged him, walked out the door and down to the street. There was an empty space where our car had been parked. Bruce had driven off without me. I stood there for long moments, at a loss, close to tears.

"He took off, huh?" It was Lloyd, the last person I wanted to see.

"Yeah." My fists itched to punch him out, but it was too late now.

"He's probably gone home. Let me give you a ride."

"And leave Charlie stuck here?"

Lloyd sighed. "I'll come back here, Gene. I'm not that much of an asshole. Just give me a minute."

He turned and walked back toward the house, I guess to tell Charlie where he was going. I wondered just how much of this he would find out. The thought made me feel even worse.

After a long while the door opened again. I saw Lloyd and Charlie come out together. When they reached the street Charlie clapped me on the shoulder, a sympathetic expression on his face.

"Lloyd says you need a ride home. I'm sorry about whatever's going on."

"Thanks, Charlie." I couldn't look him in the eye.

"I'll be back in a while," Lloyd said.

"Sure. Take your time." To my surprise and dismay, he turned and hugged me. "Take care, Gene. I hope you guys work it out."

I glared at Lloyd over his shoulder. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

"How can you sleep at night, lying to him like that," I raged as we drove toward my house.

Lloyd looked straight ahead at the road. "Let me take care of Charlie. You worry about Bruce."

I slumped back in my seat. We rode in silence the rest of the way. When we got home I saw Bruce's car in the driveway. That didn't mean a great deal. Even now he might be busy throwing a few things of his into a suitcase. Or, more likely, throwing a few things of mine in.

Lloyd parked the car in front. "Thanks for the ride," I said, not looking at him.

"I'll come in with you."

I laughed in disbelief. "I really don't think that would be a good idea right now," I said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

I opened the door. Lloyd touched my shoulder. I turned, about to tell him to leave me alone, but something in his expression stopped me.

"Gene, I know you're angry, and you have every right to be. You may not believe me but I think I can help. Please."

We stayed looking at each other a moment longer. Finally I nodded and got out of the car, slamming the door shut. I heard the other car door open and close behind me. I walked up the driveway, not waiting for Lloyd.

As I got to the front steps the door swung open. My heart skipped a beat as Bruce came out.

"What the fuck is he doing here?"

"He wants to talk," I said.

"You have half an hour to pack and get out."

I'd been ready to grovel, beg forgiveness, but somehow I found myself getting mad instead. "I'm not going until we at least talk."

Bruce glared. "I should've thrown you out the last time."

"You can't throw me out. This house belongs to both of us."

"Gentlemen, why don't we take this inside?"

Bruce ignored Lloyd. "You coming in or what?"

"Lloyd wants to talk," I repeated.

For a minute I thought he was going to slam the door and leave us both outside. Then my partner turned and disappeared into the house, leaving the door open.

We followed him in. When Lloyd and I got to the living room, Bruce was waiting for us, the same hard expression on his face.

"All right," I said. "I broke my promise."

"We agreed," Bruce said.

I sighed. "I know, if it happened again we were through."

"Bruce, aren't you being a bit hard on him?" Lloyd said.

"This is between Gene and me," Bruce snapped. "You really need to go, Lloyd."

Lloyd didn't move. His eyes flashed. "You're certainly acting like the injured party here. So I suppose Gene's cool with what happened between you and me last year at the gym?"

I didn't comprehend for a moment. "What?" I asked, like a fool. Bruce stood silent, staring at Lloyd, the color draining from his face. His fists clenched, then unclenched. He spoke at last, very quietly.

"You asshole."

I finally understood what Lloyd was saying, the bombshell he had dropped. "Bruce," I said, keeping my voice as steady as I could, "What is he talking about?"

Bruce had been standing in front of our living room couch. Slowly he lowered his body onto it.

"Last year, when Lloyd and I were working out at Steve's Gym together," he said, his voice toneless, "We messed around in the steamroom a couple of times."

"Oh my god."

He turned to me, the anger gone from his face, replaced by anguish. "I knew it was wrong, Gene. That's why I quit the gym. I told Lloyd I didn't want our friendship to turn into that."

I tried to remember. Bruce had suddenly stopped the tandem workouts with Lloyd and had been vague about why. Now I knew. Feeling as if I'd been hit, I went over to the couch and sat down, a safe distance from my partner.

Bruce said, "We agreed it would be best if neither of us ever said anything about what happened. We just got carried away." He looked at Lloyd. "I can't believe you opened your big fucking mouth."

Fury began to smolder through the haze of shock surrounding me. I turned on Lloyd. "What in God's name have you been doing to us?"

Our friend--maybe former friend--looked at us, his expression grave.

"I'll go. But just hear me out. What about the years we've known each other? The birthdays, the parties, the trips? What about the time I drove Bruce to the emergency room when he got that blocked intestine while you were at that conference, Gene? Doesn't that count for something?"

I was about to cut him dead, but Bruce gave a curt nod. "You've done a lot for us."

Lloyd sat in a nearby chair. "I admit it. I never could separate friendship and sex. For what it's worth, I'm sorry. It was wrong, wrong, what I did."

He raised his head and looked at us. "We can't ever go back to what we were."

"I won't argue with that." This from Bruce.

"So should I just go? Never see you guys again?"

We were at a turning point. Were we about to shut one of our best friends out of our lives forever? I opened my mouth, not knowing what I was going to say.

"I--I don't want that, Lloyd." I looked over at Bruce. He shook his head.

"Neither do I."

Lloyd sighed and blinked rapidly. "Thank you."

We sat in silence for a long while. At last Lloyd spoke.

"I have an idea. Promise you won't shoot me."

The barest hint of a smile from Bruce. "If I were going to kill you I would've done it already."

"Okay." Lloyd took a deep breath, then words came in a rush. "I still want you both. I want to start over and do it right. Us together. No secrets."

Bruce and I sat, considering what Lloyd had just said.

If we went with what he was proposing it would go against everything we had tried to build in our partnership. I wasn't sure we could survive such an upheaval.

I was still angry at Lloyd. But what did it say that he'd succeeded in getting Bruce and me to cheat on each other? He'd exposed our supposed monogamy as the sham it was.

Bruce raised his head and looked Lloyd straight in the eye.

"I don't know who to punch out first, you," he said to our friend, "Or you." His brown eyes pierced me. Then Bruce expelled his breath in a heavy sigh.

"But I can't pretend I'm squeaky clean either."

Lloyd smiled. "I'm evil enough for the three of us. What do you think of my idea?"

Without meaning to I found myself thinking about the mechanical, joyless sex Bruce and I had had for the past couple of years. That part of our relationship had lost its magic, however much I still loved him. Then I thought of the hot, guilty pleasure I had felt earlier this evening. What if we could have both the love and the pleasure? Wasn't Lloyd offering us that?

"You're leaving one thing out," I heard Bruce say. "There are four of us."

I was amazed. He wasn't dismissing the notion out of hand.

Lloyd shook his head. "Charlie would never agree to this. He's absolutely vanilla."

"Does he know about you and us?" Bruce persisted. His gaze bored into Lloyd and he shifted in his chair, uneasy. I had a sudden picture of Professor Walker nailing an unprepared student in class.

"Not exactly. We have, uh, kind of an understanding."

"He approves of you fucking around with your friends?"

"Bruce, take it easy," I said.

He ignored me. "You're a selfish prick, Lloyd," my partner said. "Charlie's way too good for you."

Lloyd hung his head. Bruce's shot had hit home. "You're right," he said in a low voice.

"Don't even think of leaving him out of this. Anything we do, we do with all of us."

My heart skipped a beat. I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly. Lloyd raised his head again, his mouth agape.

"Bruce? Are you saying you'd try it?"

My partner looked at me, and for the first time that evening his eyes were tender, like the old Bruce I knew and loved. "Seems like we need to try something." He reached out a hand and squeezed my knee. "What do you think, Gene?"

His touch brought a lump to my throat. "Bruce, I'm so sorry about..."

Bruce nodded. "I know. Looks like we could use some help, doesn't it? Maybe Lloyd's right. This could be a shot in the arm for us. Kind of like a tax cut."

I rolled my eyes, swallowing the tears that had threatened to spill over. "Spare me the economics." Bruce grinned.

"Better with our best friends than somebody off the street, right?"

"Right." I was still in shock. My respectable, conservative other half was saying yes to group sex. Just goes to show you never know anyone as well as you think.

Bruce turned to Lloyd and his voice hardened. "But nothing happens until you get Charlie's okay. Otherwise the deal's off. Clear?"

Lloyd nodded, looking a bit stunned himself, but smiling. "Absolutely. I'll talk to Charlie tonight." He stood and extended his arms. "Give me a hug, you guys."

We hesitated, then converged on him, arms extended, and promptly bumped into each other. We extricated ourselves, laughing a little.

Bruce looked at me. "Gene, I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

I put my arms around him. "Only if you forgive me."

"Of course I do. We're quite a pair, aren't we?"

We held each other in silence, forgetting Lloyd until he cleared his throat.

"I'm so glad we're going to do this," he said. "It'll be great."

"Let's hope," Bruce said. "It's been a long day. You know the way out, right, Lloyd?"

"It's all arranged." Lloyd's voice was excited when I answered my cell phone a week and a half later. "You said you were free this weekend, right? I booked a suite at the downtown Hyatt until Sunday morning. Let's meet for dinner at the hotel restaurant Friday after work and take it from there."

"So you talked to Charlie?"

Lloyd clicked his tongue and answered with exaggerated patience. "Yes, Gene, I talked to Charlie. He's coming too."

I'd secretly hoped Charlie would hit the ceiling and torpedo this crazy idea. It wasn't going to happen. "Well, that's good, I guess."

"See you Friday, around six. We'll meet you downstairs."

Friday arrived. Bruce and I packed a few things after work and drove down to the Hyatt together. We didn't say much on the way there. Lloyd and Charlie met us in the lobby. We hugged each other as we always did, but there was no point in pretending that this was just another of our nights out. My heart sank when I saw how glum Charlie looked. I wondered what had gone on between him and Lloyd lately. 

"I've already checked us all in," Lloyd said, handing Bruce and me plastic key cards. "Charlie and I unpacked before we came down. Why don't you guys park your stuff and we'll all go to dinner."

I had to admit the suite, on one of the upper floors, was very attractive, two spacious and comfortable rooms with a view of the nearby river out the window of the bedroom. There were two king beds. I noticed a couple of towels laid out on each one.

"I asked for extras," Lloyd said behind me. "Figured we might be needing them."

Just then I also saw some small plastic bottles and a pile of condoms on the night stand between the beds.

"And did the hotel supply those too?" I asked, pointing.

Lloyd laughed. "Yeah, right. I brought that. And other equipment too, if you all want to try it out later," he added, lowering his voice as he squeezed my shoulder. At that Bruce, who had been hanging up a shirt in the closet, paused.

"Quite the party host, aren't you? How many of these things have you organized?"

There was a definite edge in his voice. Lloyd didn't take the bait.

"I thought we'd have dinner downstairs. The restaurant here's pretty good."

"Great. Hope the bar's good too." Bruce stalked out. I looked at Lloyd.

"Sorry. I think he's a little nervous."

Lloyd nodded. "We'll all be more relaxed after a good dinner and a couple of drinks."

Over dinner the four of us did start to unwind a bit. Despite the big changes that had happened lately the old camaraderie was there. Even Charlie got into the conversation and laughed a couple of times.

I caught myself looking at everyone around the table once in a while and trying to picture us later in the evening. I'm sure the rest of them were doing the same thing.

By unspoken agreement we all declined dessert. As our server walked away Lloyd leaned forward and whispered, "The bar serves food until late. We could come back for a late-night snack. I might be hungry again after all the, um, activity."

Bruce snorted. "My stomach's sticking out far enough. I don't want to have a pot belly when I take my clothes off in front of you all."

We all laughed, a little too loud. "Bruce, you look fine." Lloyd said. He leered. "Besides, no one's going to be looking at your stomach."

"Aw, go on." Bruce was blushing, but I could tell he was pleased.

Once we left the restaurant things got quiet. The tension in the elevator going up was so palpable you could almost see it. I felt like this adventure could either turn out great or disastrous, but nothing in between.

Lloyd unlocked the door to our hotel suite and we followed him in. When we were all inside he turned to us. For the first time his smile was a little forced.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm a little nervous," he said.

I nodded, and sensed Bruce and Charlie shifting their weight on their feet.

"Anyway, I thought I'd make a few suggestions. I don't want to call them rules. Let me know what you guys think."

"Shoot," Bruce said.

"Well, the first is, no jealousy, okay?"

"You make it sound so easy," my partner said.

"No one's feelings will get hurt," Lloyd continued, "If no one leaves anyone out. That doesn't mean that you have to play with everybody all the time. But you have to let people watch if they want. No shutting yourself away with one person."

"Good rule," Bruce said.

He was getting into this. Me, I was getting a little impatient. "Anything else?"

Lloyd grinned. "No clothes in the room for the rest of our stay. Gentlemen, start your engines." He began to unbutton his shirt.

Lloyd was rarin' to go. He had peeled down to his skimpy bikinis before the rest of us had gotten our shirts off. I watched as he bent and slid them off his thighs, and felt my cock stir.

Bruce had gotten his things off and was hanging his pants and shirt in the closet. I caught Lloyd looking at his dick, still soft.

Charlie was moving the slowest and I thought I knew why. Bruce was in great shape and I tried. I thought we looked pretty good for a couple of fortysomethings. Charlie on the other hand was definitely on the heavy side. To encourage him I finished stripping down and pulled his shirt off his shoulders. 

"C'mon, big guy, show us what you've got." I reached into his briefs, bulkier than Lloyd's, and got a hold of his cock, still soft. I whistled. "Not bad."

Charlie shook his head at me. "Don't."

"Let's wait until we get into the bedroom, guys," Lloyd admonished.

"I thought this was an orgy, not a board meeting," I muttered under my breath, but followed him and Bruce into the bedroom. Charlie still had his jockeys on.

Lloyd took Bruce's hand and led him to one of the beds. "Why don't we start with some back rubs, just loosen up a little. Bruce, I'll do you."

By now I wanted things to get going too, if only so Lloyd would stop directing traffic. "Okay, fine." I touched Charlie's shoulder. "Why don't you get naked and lie on your stomach," I said, pointing at the other bed.

"Would it be okay if I kept these on just a little bit longer?"

"Sure." I watched as he stretched out on the bed, wishing there was something I could do to make him feel more at ease.

"Here's some lotion," Lloyd said, a bottle in his outstretched arm. He had already straddled Bruce's legs and was beginning to work his back.

I took the bottle and squeezed some into my hand. When I spread it onto Charlie's back he jumped. "That's cold."

"Sorry." Under the fat his back muscles were hard and tense. Unless I got him to relax it was going to be a long evening. I didn't feel like getting on top of him, at least not right away, so I perched sidesaddle on the edge of the bed and began to knead his shoulders.

I couldn't help shooting a sidelong glance at the other two. Bruce's face was turned toward me, his eyes closed, his hands folded above his head. He looked like he was enjoying himself. Lloyd worked on Bruce's back muscles with long strokes. I saw his cock jutting up from his crotch.

I tried to focus on rubbing Charlie down. He might as well have been a corpse for all the response I was getting from him. After a minute I looked again at the other bed. Lloyd's hands had worked their way down to Bruce's butt. He had his own bottle of lotion and I saw him pick it up. He turned it upside down and squeezed it so that a stream of creamy liquid ran into Bruce's crack. As Lloyd began to work it in with his hands, Bruce shifted his body and I heard him sigh.

I knew what was coming next. Sure enough, I saw Lloyd's finger snake between Bruce's cheeks. A moment later Bruce's eyes flew open in surprise as Lloyd pushed into his asshole.

"You okay?" Lloyd asked as he worked Bruce's prostate.

"Mm, that's nice."

My chest felt tight. Now that the moment had arrived, to see someone else pleasuring my partner hurt. At the same time seeing, I couldn't deny that watching Bruce getting aroused under Lloyd's expert touch was hot. My cock was hard and leaking. My hands moved slower and slower on Charlie's body, then stopped altogether as I continued to watch Lloyd work my lover over.




Four Friends Ch. 02



Suddenly Charlie wriggled out from under me, got up and left without a word. Was he miffed because I hadn't been paying enough attention to him? I waited, but he didn't come back. Bruce and Lloyd were doing just fine without me, so I got up and went looking for him.

He was standing in the kitchen with a drink. I looked at his big body, his rounded stomach covered with hair, a nice bulge in his white jockeys. I went up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"You okay?"

His laugh was short. "I guess."

I looked into his eyes. "Charlie, tell me the truth. Should we call this whole thing off?"

He stared, then shook off my hand and went into the living area. I sat on the couch next to him. I wasn't going to let this go.

"Talk to me."

"You guys didn't have to include me."

"We wanted to."

He shook his head. "I'm not as stupid as you all think. I've always known Lloyd fucked around. It's okay. I mean, he's hot, and I'm not. I know I'm lucky to have him."

He took another swallow. I noticed his hand was trembling. "If you don't want to do anything with me, fine. I'll just go home and wait for you all."

So that was what was bothering him. I blushed with shame, because he hadn't been that far from the truth. I grasped his arm.

"Charlie, that's not true. You're a great looking guy."

He snorted again. "Yeah? You weren't exactly all over me back there."

I shook my head. "I'm sorry. This is a little hard for me too. There's Bruce, getting turned on by Lloyd. I didn't expect to feel this way but I'm a little jealous."

To my surprise Charlie smiled. "Lloyd can turn anyone on. Take it from me."

I put my hand on his knee and began to massage it. "Why don't we give them a little competition?"

He looked at me. I saw the pain and confusion in his eyes. "You really want to?"

I leaned forward and kissed him, and kissed him again, licking his mustache. The stubble on his chin scratched my skin, getting me hotter. I felt him responding. Very soon we were in each other's arms, our lips and tongues devouring one another. I reached into his underwear, grasped his hard cock and stroked it. His precum slickened my palm.

We broke apart. "Let's go back to the bedroom," I said, taking his hand. "But first, stand up."

He obeyed. I pushed his briefs down his thighs and made him step out of them. "Now we're ready." I tossed the underwear over my shoulder, not caring where it landed. Charlie smiled.

When we walked into the bedroom Bruce and Lloyd weren't doing anything, just lying on the bed. They looked up.

"Finished already, guys?" I asked.

Lloyd shook his head. "We were about to come looking for you all. Charlie, are you all right?"

I was relieved to see Lloyd's partner nod.

"I'm just fine." He turned to me. "Gene and I were just warming up a little out there."

"That's right." I sat on the end of the second bed. "Now we're ready for the main event, right, Charlie?"

Charlie knelt in front of me. "Damn right." The next moment hot wet pleasure engulfed me as he took my cock into his mouth. I ran my hands through his thick wavy hair as he set to work in earnest.

"Mm, yeah, suck that cock."

I shot a glance at the two on the other bed. Lloyd looked surprised but pleased. Bruce's expression wasn't so easy to read. As I gazed at him our eyes met. Bruce put a hand up to Lloyd's head and drew his face down toward him. The wet smacking sounds of their kiss mingled with the sounds of Charlie's mouth on my cock.

Confusion surged through me again. Wasn't this what we wanted, the four of us sharing our bodies the way we shared everything else? I felt excited and jealous, but most of all, turned on beyond belief. My cock grew even harder inside Charlie's mouth.

"How'd you like that thing crammed up your ass?" I said to him. He nodded, making muffled sounds of assent before he let my cock go.

"Let me ride it."

"Why don't you guys join us?" I looked at Lloyd, who was gesturing to the spot next to him and Bruce on the other king bed.

"Okay." I got up and lay down next to Bruce, who smiled at me.

"How are you doing?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"All right. You seem to be having fun," he added, reaching over and squeezing my cock. I felt a little relieved and gave him a quick kiss.

"Bruce, I'd love to fuck you," Lloyd said.

Bruce looked at me. I nodded. "Go for it."

"You heard the man," he said to Lloyd, who grinned and reached for a condom and lube. Meanwhile Charlie had placed a rubber on my hardon and straddled my body. I looked up into his face and nodded encouragement. I felt the head of my cock pressing at his flesh as he squatted down on it. The next moment I cried out as I felt warm, squeezing heat. Charlie grimaced and sucked in his breath.

"It's okay, take your time," I said.

"Oh, shit," Bruce grunted, his legs in the air. Lloyd had just slid his cock into him. As he bent toward Bruce's face I reached out and gave his cheek a pat. He turned and smiled at me. "Your honey's hole is something, Gene. Damn hot and tight."

"Doesn't get used nearly enough," I said. Bruce snorted, trying to look as disdainful as he could with Lloyd's seven hard inches jammed up his ass.

"Ummph!" Charlie had without warning lowered his body and taken all of me into him, his butt cheeks pressed against my pubic bone. He grinned at me and nodded. "Like that?"

"Uh huh." I held on to his hips as he began to ride me, thrusting up to meet his downward strokes. Charlie leaned back, enjoying the feel of my cock nudging his prostate.

The bed shook as Lloyd began to drill Bruce's hole. "Feels like an earthquake," I said.

"You're telling me," my lover replied, his arms around Lloyd's neck. I turned my head and whispered in his ear.

"Watching you take it is so fucking hot."

I just had time to see his surprised smile, before a hand turned my head away and I felt Charlie's warm breath on my face.

"No secrets," he said, and pressed his lips to mine. Our tongues tangled as he tightened his ass muscles around my cock. I thrust my hips upward into him. In moments the fire rose inside my belly. Still I wanted to see more. I let go of Charlie's mouth and turned my eyes toward the action on my right. Lloyd's pelvis was working like the well-oiled machine it was, delivering cock in steady thrusts to Bruce's asshole. My partner was panting softly, his mouth hanging open, eyes glassy with pleasure as he stroked his rod, slick with precum.

Lloyd smiled at Bruce, and bent toward him. They kissed and I watched their tongues wrestle. After a moment Bruce broke away and turned toward me, his mouth seeking out mine. Our mouths devoured each other as his strokes increased in speed, his hand becoming a blur. A moment later his lips vibrated against mine with muffled cries. He released me with a triumphant "Fuck yeah!" as cum shot in white jets onto his heaving stomach.

Above us Charlie and Lloyd were kissing now, one beating off and the other fucking as if there were no tomorrow. They broke apart and Charlie threw his head back, crying, "Oh, oh!" as the first blast of spunk from his rod hit my chin. Lloyd's and my voices joined the chorus of shouts and groans as our cocks delivered their last thrusts, then their loads into the rubbers buried in the assholes of our partners.

Gradually the animal noises we were making subsided to gasps. I caught Lloyd's eye. He smiled, his chest still rising and falling rapidly.

"Great timing," he said. "All of us almost at the same time."

"That was awesome," Charlie said. "Thanks, Gene."

"Welcome," I said. I turned to my lover at my side. "How're you doing?"

"Fine," said Bruce. I looked him over, still bent double under Lloyd's body, legs in the air, his hairy chest splattered with his cum. On a impulse I did something I hadn't done in a long time, if I ever had. I leaned over him and began to lick his spunk off his skin.

"What are you doing?" Bruce asked, surprised.

"Eating your cum," I said. It wasn't too bad, kind of thick and salty.

"You've never done that."

"Yeah, well, it's a night for trying new things, right, guys?"

"Right, Gene," Lloyd said, pulling his hips back. His cock emerged from Bruce's hole, just beginning to soften, encased in the glistening rubber, the end of which was ballooning with white liquid. Lloyd got up off the bed, releasing Bruce, and walked into the bathroom. A moment later we heard the sound of running water.

Charlie hoisted his body off of mine. "Whoa boy," he exclaimed as my cock popped out of his hole. My rubber was pretty full too. I pulled on the end, trying to get it off.

"Here, let me." Bruce sat up and took my cock in his hand, working at the bottom of the sheath, coaxing it up my shaft. Of course he knew the best way to do it. When he had gotten it off he offered it to me. I recoiled.

"What do you want me to do with that?"

There was a strange expression on Bruce's face. "Feed it to me."

"What?"

"In my mouth. You ate me, I want to eat you too." He paused, then added, "I want what you gave Lloyd. C'mon." He lay back on the bed and opened his mouth, his eyes still on me.

It made a kind of weird sense. I took the used rubber, sat up and upended it over my lover's face. It was floppy and greasy and it took a minute, but finally cum began to drip onto his tongue. Bruce's eyes closed, but he kept his mouth open until I had gotten as much of my sperm out as I could. I saw his throat move as he swallowed my load.

I was seeing a side of Bruce I had never seen before. I didn't know what to think. I shot a glance at Charlie. His eyes were wide, staring at Bruce. He looked appalled. I guess he wasn't into cum eating.

As I finished emptying the rubber into Bruce's mouth Lloyd emerged from the bathroom. He blinked, then spoke with perfect composure.

"Well, Bruce, I should have saved you mine."

Bruce said, "That's okay. I really wanted Gene's."

"Swapping sperm, how sweet," Lloyd said. I looked sharply at him, but there was no trace of mockery either in his face or his voice. "Charlie and I aren't really into, ah, protein consumption, right, Charlie?"

"No way," Charlie said, lying on the other bed. He smiled, shyly. "I am kind of hungry, though."

"You know," Lloyd said, "I was just thinking the same thing myself. Where's that room service menu? They have great chocolate cake here." He looked at me. "You might want to get rid of that before the waiter gets here." I was still holding the shriveled condom I had emptied down Bruce's throat.

Half an hour later we were sitting around in the outer room of the suite, still naked, noshing on chocolate cake, which was as good as Lloyd said it would be, and washing it down with cups of decaf, or in Lloyd's case, a snifter of cognac.

"This is fun, isn't it?" Lloyd said at one point.

I thought about it, and found myself agreeing. Despite the adult activity we had indulged in, there was an innocence about our gathering, as if we were at summer camp or something. We were talking and laughing again like the friends we were. No telling whether the good feeling was going to last, but for the moment I decided to relax and enjoy it.

As we got ready for bed Bruce took out his sound machine, put it on the table between the beds, and set it going. Soft ocean noises filled the room.

"This will really help in case anyone besides Gene snores."

"Just for that," I said, "I'm sleeping with Charlie tonight." I had meant it as a joke, but then I saw his look of gratitude. Heck, why not. It seemed I had cast myself in the role of his mentor in this new venture.

In the middle of the night my eyes flew open. The first place I looked was at the clock nearby. Its glowing red digits told me it was almost three a.m.

I often found it hard to sleep the first night away from home, so in a way I wasn't surprised. This time, though, something had awakened me.

It hadn't been Charlie. His big body was turned away from mine and his even breathing told me he was asleep. The sound had come from the other bed, where Lloyd and Bruce were bunked down together.

The sound machine was putting forth its artificial ocean wave noises, but I was hearing other sounds too, rustling sheets and heavy breathing, mixed with an occasional stifled groan.

I stared across at the other bed until my eyes began to see shadowy shapes in the almost total darkness. Bruce and Lloyd were both turned away, facing the window, Lloyd nearer to me. I saw how close Lloyd was to Bruce's body, his head next to Bruce's, one arm around his chest. I saw how his hips were moving under the covers.

A soft whisper reached my ears over the noise of the waves.

"Mmm, hot ass. Oh yeah."

I stiffened, trying not to make any noise that would betray me. I was wide awake and my heart was pounding. Pure, jealous rage shot through me like a flame. How could they be doing this? We'd promised each other that there would be no secrets this weekend.

We'd also promised there would be no jealousy. Well, easier said than done.

Lloyd's hips moved faster and faster, and his breathing quickened along with his body. In a few moments I heard gasps echoing across the room. In the throes of orgasm Lloyd had forgotten to keep it down.

Gradually the sounds subsided. At last I saw Bruce turn around and face Lloyd. I heard soft smacking noises as they kissed, and whispered good nights. A few minutes later their even breathing told me they were asleep.

I wasn't asleep. My body heaved with silent sobs. Tears ran down my face and soaked into the sheet beneath me. I felt utterly miserable and alone.

I jumped as a hand touched my shoulder.

"Gene?" I heard Charlie whisper. "Are you all right?"

I nodded as I wiped the tears from my face and tried to regain my composure. "Yeah, I... think I was having a bad dream, or something," I whispered back.

"Don't be angry at Bruce. Lloyd just can't keep his paws off any good-looking guy."

So he'd seen what was going on too.

"We have plenty of time to get even before the weekend's over," Charlie said.

I was so surprised I stopped crying. I turned and faced him. "Charlie, what are you talking about?"

Even in the dark I could see Charlie's teeth flash as he smiled. "Lloyd's crazy about Bruce's dick, but he's afraid to take anything that big up his ass. I think we should make him, don't you?"

I began to chuckle, my anger and hurt forgotten. "I like the way you're thinking."

"It's three against one. You and Bruce can take turns plowing him until he begs for mercy."

By now laughter was hiccuping through the last of my sobs. "Charlie Robbins, you're as evil as your honey."

"Shh, don't wake them up. We can make plans tomorrow morning." He touched my cheek. "Thanks again for tonight, Gene. You were great."

We hugged each other. "Don't mention it. Sweet dreams."

He turned away and in a few moments was fast asleep. The last thing I remember hearing before I nodded off myself was his soft snoring.

TO BE CONTINUED 



Four Friends Ch. 03



I opened my eyes to morning light filtering into the hotel bedroom. Bruce's white noise machine was still putting forth its synthesized ocean noises. I reached over and turned the volume down, yawned and stretched.

Next to me Charlie was still asleep, as were Bruce and Lloyd in the other bed. I looked at the clock. Seven-thirty. Kind of early for a Saturday morning.

My bladder was full, so I got out of bed, being careful not to wake Lloyd's partner, and tiptoed toward the bathroom. As I passed the other bed I looked at Bruce. He seemed so peaceful lying there, his muscular shoulders and the swell of his chest visible above the covers, that I smiled despite myself. I thought about what I had overheard last night, he and Lloyd making love while they thought Charlie and I were sleeping. Would I say anything to him about it? I couldn't make up my mind.

I shut the bathroom door as quietly as I could and let my morning flood loose into the toilet. I decided I might as well go ahead and shower since I was dressed for it. I flushed, stepped into the tub, and turned on a warm spray.

I had shampooed my hair and gotten up a good head of lather when the bathroom door opened. I looked around the shower curtain and saw that it was Bruce.

"Good morning," he said. "Sorry to bust in, but I really have to pee."

"Fine, go ahead," I said, trying to sound normal, which proved difficult. I'd always loved the way Bruce looked just after he woke. There was something endearing and sexy about seeing a man so put together during the day with his hair sticking up, his face dark with stubble and his eyes heavy with sleep. Right now my affection was clouded by the knowledge of what he had done last night. Not for the first time since we'd all gotten together I felt an ache in my chest, love and pain in equal parts.

I ducked back under the spray and went back to rubbing my scalp, listening to the sound of his pissing, then the toilet flushing. Then, to my surprise, Bruce stuck his head in.

"Could I join you?"

My heart leaped. "Sure." We hadn't showered together in private in goodness knows how long. Bruce stepped in and stood before me, smiling, still looking sleepy.

"I'll be done in a minute," I said, hurrying to rinse off.

"Let me help." Before I could reply or protest he stepped forward, turned me around and began to massage my scalp, pouring handfuls of warm water over my head. I had to admit it felt good.

"This is nice," Bruce said. "We haven't done this in a while."

"No, we haven't." My body was responding to his touch, almost against my will.

By now the shampoo was out of my hair. Bruce stepped closer and put his arms around me. I stiffened, prepared to resist. He spoke softly into my ear.

"I have a confession to make. Promise you won't be mad?"

"What?" Despite the sensual situation we were in, naked and embracing under the shower, every muscle in my body was tense.

"Well--Lloyd and I did it again last night, while you guys were asleep."

Relief flooded into me. He wasn't going to hide what had happened. I didn't let on that I already knew, though. I turned and looked at him, keeping my voice even.

"Wasn't that against the rules?"

Bruce's shoulders sagged. "I know. I woke up and his hands were all over me. I went along because I didn't want to make a scene and wake everyone else up. You've got to believe me."

"Well," I said, "Lloyd's pretty persuasive." I thought of the massage he had given me that had ended in his plowing my ass, and blushed.

"So you're not mad?"

I shook my head. "No."

My partner heaved a sigh and gathered me into his arms. "Thank goodness. I felt so bad when I got up. I had to come in and talk to you."

I leaned my head against his broad chest, the hair on it matted down by the water. This was a very different Bruce than the one that had ordered me out of the house the night of Richard's party. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing for him to face his own vulnerability. "I'm glad you did."

"Well, I owe you big time," Bruce said. He smirked and grasped my cock. "I could pay you back right now, if you want."

I laughed. "I'm tempted, but we shouldn't hog the shower." I got out and reached for a towel on the wall rack. "There's one thing you can do for me, though. Actually, two things."

"Sure, what?"

I paused and stuck my head back in. "Be nice to Charlie. He's a little shy about all this, as you can probably tell."

Bruce nodded as he soaped himself. "You were sweet to him last night."

"And the other thing." I leaned close and gave his long, soft cock a squeeze. "I want you to fuck Lloyd."

Bruce looked astonished, then broke into a grin. "Turnabout's fair play, is that it?"

"Something like that. Charlie says Lloyd wants you but he's scared. He needs to get over that."

Bruce chuckled. "You all are bad. Okay, I'll do it. But I'd rather do it with you." He fixed me with his dark eyes, which were smoldering in a way I hadn't seen in a long time. My breath began to come faster and I felt the blood rush both to my face and cock. Bruce's cock was stiffening and rising too, I noted.

"You will," I said. "We'll settle up once this weekend's over." I gave him a quick kiss, then hitched my towel around my waist. "I'd better get out of here before they start pounding on the door."

When I walked out into the bedroom, Lloyd was lying in bed awake, while Charlie was just beginning to stir. He smiled when he saw me.

"Good morning."

"Hey," I replied. "Sorry we're taking so long. Bruce ought to be out in a minute."

"It's okay," Lloyd said. He winked. "I thought maybe you two were having a little morning fun in there."

I raised my eyebrows. "Oh, no. That's against the rules, right? No hiding away or sneaking around behind people's backs." He had the grace to look a little guilty at that one.

"Well," Lloyd said, recovering, "Once Charlie and I get showered we could have a little mixed doubles. What do you think?"

"To tell the truth, Lloyd, I could use a cup of coffee and some breakfast. It must have been all that activity last night, but I'm starving."

"Hear, hear," said Charlie from the other bed.

Lloyd sniffed. "You guys are no fun."

I shrugged and smiled. In a few minutes we heard the water stop. Bruce came out, rubbing his hair with a towel. He had shaved in the shower.

"Morning. What's going on?"

"These gentlemen," Lloyd said in an aggrieved tone, "Would rather feed their faces than play."

"Well," Bruce said, "I was thinking I was kind of hungry myself."

Lloyd tossed the covers aside and stood up. I pretended not to see the discarded rubber lying on the sheet before he quickly replaced the blanket.

"Well, since I seem to be outnumbered, I'll get ready. Charlie, you want to join me?"

"In a minute." Lloyd shut the bathroom door. Charlie threw back his covers and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Bruce sat next to him and draped an arm around his shoulder. "How're you doing this morning?"

Lloyd's partner suddenly looked a lot more awake. "Great," he said, his voice a bit breathless. I'd always known Charlie held Bruce in awe. I could understand--I'd felt that way myself.

"So, how are we going to get your man to open his little rosebud for us, Charlie?"

Charlie turned beet red. I cracked up. "What's this 'little rosebud' shit?"

Bruce looked at me with mock indignation. "I was referring to a very private part of Mr. Kothman's anatomy. Please be respectful."

"Oh my god." I was in hysterics and it proved contagious. The three of us took a minute to calm down. Finally Bruce said, "Seriously, Charlie, do you think we can get Lloyd to play bottom? I mean, I get the idea so far that's not his thing."

Charlie nodded. "I think he'll do it for you, Bruce. When he was talking to me about this weekend he kept mentioning your--cock." His voice fell on the last word. "He said I'd love it, that he'd even thought about taking it himself but he didn't know if he could." He blushed. "I'm sorry, Bruce. That wasn't a hint."

Bruce shook his head and smiled. "We'll get to that. We just need to get him into a situation where he'll have to put his money where his mouth is."

Charlie's eyes brightened. "You know he brought toys, right?" We nodded. "I think he has his leather handcuffs. Maybe we could get him to demonstrate them or something."

Bruce's eyes gleamed. "Take him prisoner."

Charlie said, "He might go for it. Lloyd's always wanted to try bondage scenes. That's why he bought the cuffs and other stuff. I wouldn't do it. I've never been into that."

My partner laughed. "Charlie, you just might change your mind."

"I'd better get in there. He'll wonder what's going on." Charlie got up and walked toward the bathroom. When he disappeared inside Bruce turned to me.

"You know, he's actually kind of cute. Nice smile. Nice butt too."

I clicked my tongue in mock annoyance. "It's Lloyd's butt we're after, in case you forgot."

Bruce's eyes twinkled. "So maybe I'll have both, since I can't have yours." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto the bed with him. "You're a tough nut to crack." He rolled on top of me and planted a kiss on my lips.

"Damn right," I said.

"But worth it," he murmured, nuzzling my cheeks. "Ouch. You're like sandpaper."

"That's right, I forgot to shave. I'd better do that as soon as they're out."

Bruce sighed. "Four guys sharing one bathroom is a drag. Next time we'll have to get a place with two."

"Next time?" I raised my eyebrows.

Bruce smiled and didn't answer.

We may have been two gay couples in the middle of a weekend of sexual experimentation, but nobody would have guessed it seeing us eating together a while later. We decided on a venerable old place down the street from the hotel that served up huge portions of classic American breakfasts. Once we had sat down in one of the narrow wooden booths and ordered up plates of eggs and pancakes (Bruce was sensible and had oatmeal), we looked to all the world like four ordinary men on a joint business trip, or maybe in town for the weekend to catch a University sporting event.

Of course, anyone getting a little closer would have noticed that we were in better shape and more carefully groomed than most guys our age. Still closer, and our conversation would have been a dead giveaway.

"You got us all tickets to Carmina Burana at the Performing Arts Center this afternoon? I don't believe it," I exclaimed.

"Lloyd, you've got to let us pay you for ours," Bruce said.

Lloyd smiled and shook his head. "We're splitting the cost of the hotel, right? This is my treat. I'm in charge of the entertainment this weekend." He winked. "In more ways than one." He took a bite of his omelet. "So enjoy the ballet. It's on me."

"Well, thanks," said Bruce. "The local paper's been in a tizzy about the amount of male flesh exposed onstage. I can hardly wait."

He was sitting across from me on the inside of the booth, next to Charlie. Lloyd was next to me and opposite his partner. Charlie was digging at his pancakes when suddenly he stopped in mid-bite. His eyebrows shot up and a grunt of surprise issued from his throat.

"Are you okay, Charlie?" Lloyd asked.

Charlie swallowed, nodding. "Sure. I just thought--"

"What?"

"Nothing." He went back to eating. I watched, a bit puzzled by this exchange. A few moments later I heard Lloyd's partner draw in his breath. His eyes grew wide. Without moving a muscle in his face I saw him shoot a rapid sidelong glance at Bruce.

Intrigued, I turned my attention to my own partner, who was eating his oats. He avoided my attempts to catch his eye. I noticed that the hand not holding his spoon was nowhere to be seen.

I began to get the picture. I suppressed a smile and decided to join the fun. Underneath the table I pulled my right foot out of the slip-on loafer it was wearing, all the while engaging Lloyd in casual conversation. Without breaking my rhythm for an instant I raised my stocking foot toward Bruce, aiming between his legs. The next moment it found its target. He jumped in his seat and shot me a dirty look. I raised my eyebrows at him with elaborate casualness as I moved my toes, massaging his swelling crotch through the fabric of his slacks.

Bruce's hand took hold of my wayward foot and caressed it. Then he let go, and I sensed his fingers lowering his zipper. As soon as he had it down I wiggled my toes through the opening. My partner helped me by working his underwear down so that my foot was in direct contact with his hard cock. By now Bruce's breath was coming noticeably faster. His hand gave my foot a last squeeze, then went back to working on Charlie's crotch.

All this time Lloyd was chatting and eating, oblivious to the shenanigans that were going on around him.

"Well," he said, "I for one am glad that they show it all onstage now. Why should sex be just sneaking around in the dark? What fun is that?"

A strangled sound came from Bruce. He began to cough, and picked up his glass of water.

"Sorry, I choked, or something," he explained.

"I've got to go to the bathroom," Charlie announced. He slipped out of his seat and walked toward the restrooms. I noticed that he was hunched over, as if ashamed of his height.

I waited a decent interval then said to Lloyd, "I need to get out too."

"The bladder brigade," Lloyd remarked as he got out and I slid past him.

"Yeah, right." I hurried after Charlie. Since I hadn't been receiving direct stimulation, my bulge wasn't as prominent as his probably had been. All the same, I didn't particularly want the whole dining room to notice.

I got to the men's room door, pushed it open and walked in. Charlie was standing at one of the two urinals. He looked up as I walked in, a mixture of glee and embarrassment in his smile.

Pretending I had no idea of what had just been going on I stepped up to the other urinal on his right. "Really had to go, eh?"

"Um, yeah." I glanced over at him. His hips were so close to the porcelain I could barely see his front side, but in the shadows I could see his erection jutting out from his fly.

"Charlie," I began, but before I could rag on him a giggle burst from his pursed lips.

I sighed in mock reproach. "Can't take you anywhere."

"It's your boyfriend's fault, giving me a hand job right there under the table," he protested. "If I hadn't gotten up and come in here when I did, I would've blown my load in public."

"I thought that's what was going on. We were playing a little footsie ourselves."

"How the hell can I go back out there looking like this?"

"Well," I said, pausing for effect. "I could take care of it."

"What?" Charlie hissed. "Here?"

"Like you said, you can't go back looking like that." I reached my left hand over and took hold of his cock. "It'll only take a minute."

"Oh, Jesus, if someone walks in..." Charlie's voice trailed off into heavy breathing as I coated his shaft with his precum. Jacking someone off left-handed wasn't the easiest way to do it but I managed to get a rhythm going. Sure enough, it was probably less than a minute later when Charlie's chest heaved and his dick came to life, pulsing out its load in thick white spurts onto the porcelain.

"Good boy," I whispered.

"Oh shit," he breathed, his eyelids fluttering. As soon as his ejaculation subsided he zipped himself back into his trousers and flushed. He walked over to the sink beside us and started to wash his hands.

"Hand me a paper towel, would you?" I said to him. Some of his cum was sticking to my hand.

He pulled one from the dispenser and handed it to me. "Are we lunatics or what?"

"Yeah. Fun, isn't it?" I winked at him as I wiped myself off.

He smiled back, shaking his head. "Guess so, as long as we don't get arrested. See you back in there."

He turned toward the door, then recoiled, startled, as it opened in his face. It was Bruce. He stopped and looked at us with an accusing expression. I was amused to note that his fly was bulging as well. He must have had quite a time stuffing his hardon back into his pants.

"Too late," I said. "I jacked Charlie off."

"You shitheads," he said, grinning. "Lloyd's royally peeved that we didn't include him. He's back there at the table, pouting."

"Serves him right for plugging you on the sly last night," I said. I turned to Charlie, who looked like he didn't know whether to laugh or run for his life. "Don't worry," I told him, "We're not really going to kill each other."

"If you say so," he replied, still looking a bit uncertain.

"Well, kids," Bruce said, "Go back to the table and calm him down. I've got to tinkle."

"Yeah, right," I teased. "No jacking off. Save it for tonight."

"Yes, sir," he replied with mock deference, as he stepped up to the urinal. 

Sure enough, Lloyd was sitting at the table when Charlie and I returned, drumming his fingers on the wood and looking distinctly bent out of shape.

"Not very nice of you all to leave me out of your little party," he said.

I decided to let that pass, even though I was itching to point out that Lloyd hadn't invited us to his little party late last night. I'd get my revenge before the day was out.

"Sorry, Lloyd. We got carried away. Must be the sexually charged atmosphere you create wherever you go."

At that he looked a bit mollified. "I got the check. What shall we do between now and the show?"

"Well," said Bruce, who had just come back, "Gene and I are going to run home and change. We didn't bring good clothes since we didn't know you had gotten the tickets."

"Then we thought we might do some shopping," I added. "I never realized it, but there are some great stores downtown. It's funny what you don't do when you actually live in a place."

Lloyd sighed. "Gentlemen, gentlemen. Clothes, shopping. May I remind you why we planned this weekend together?"

I sat down next to him, letting my body contact his. I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed. In a low voice I said, "We haven't forgotten. Think about how riled up we're going to be after we've seen those hot dancers this afternoon. I know why you got those tickets."

Lloyd looked into my eyes, smiled and licked his lips. "Pre-dinner cocktails back in the room, right after the show."

When we got back to the room after the ballet the light was beginning to fade. As soon as we were all inside, we started to strip. The secretive groping and teasing we had engaged in at breakfast, and the sight of numerous muscular and scantily clad bodies onstage at the show, had gotten us turned on enough that I knew this was going to be interesting.

As I threw my clothes off I noted with amusement that Charlie wasn't the least reluctant about getting naked, in contrast to last night. When Bruce lowered his dress slacks the front of his light blue bikinis was stained with precum from his cock bulging inside. Before he could finish undressing Lloyd's partner was on his knees in front of him, pulling my partner's rod out and swallowing it like an expert. His shirt open and his pants down around his ankles, Bruce watched as his cock slid in and out of Charlie's eager mouth, his hand on the bobbing head in front of him.

I tore my gaze away from that hot sight long enough to eye Lloyd. He had peeled down to his underwear of choice that day, a jockstrap, whose elastic pouch at the moment was barely concealing the swollen contents inside.

"Leave that thing on and come in the bedroom," I told him. "Those two are doing fine without us," I added, nodding at the others.

Bruce raised his head and grinned. "We'll be in after a while," he said.

Lloyd turned and headed for the bedroom. I followed him, feasting my eyes on the sight of his pale, dimpled butt framed in triangles by the straps of his jock. As much as I wanted to see Bruce's monster invading that ass, I knew I wanted it for myself just as much.




Four Friends Ch. 03



As Lloyd got to the nearest bed I shut the door behind us and encircled him from behind with my arms, crossing them over his chest and tickling his nipples with my thumbs. He moaned and let his head fall back onto my shoulder.

"Mm, that's nice."

I thrust a tongue into his ear. "You're telling me. You look so fucking hot in that thing. It might as well have 'rim me' written on the waistband."

"So do it."

I pushed him toward the bed. "On your knees."

Lloyd obeyed. He clambered onto the mattress and knelt, head down. His ass was in the air, cheeks tensed and vulnerable, his cock and ball sack still imprisoned by the pouch of his jock. I spread his legs further apart so that the cleft between his cheeks opened, exposing the sparse, light brown hair in the crack that surrounded his small, tight, pink hole. I bent down, grabbed both cheeks under the straps of his jock and licked his butt just above his crack. I worked my way down until I felt my tongue reach the soft, velvety skin of his asshole. Lloyd was clean, but a faint, musky scent tickled my nostrils, a faint, bitter taste coated my tongue. It was the most secret place on a man's body and the prospect of having it drove me wild.

"Oh, yeah, eat that hole," Lloyd moaned.

I flicked my tongue rapidly over his anus and felt it twitch in response. Encouraged by his continuing noises of pleasure I shoved my tongue inside as hard as I could. This drew another loud moan from Lloyd, and his hand moved toward the pouch of his jockstrap to release his raging erection. I slapped it away, none too gently.

"What are you doing?" He tried to reach his cock again. This time I took hold of his wrist and pinned his hand to the mattress, my head still buried between his butt cheeks.

"You fucker," Lloyd said. He tried to wriggle out of my grasp. I abandoned his ass and dove onto the bed atop his body, grabbing his body around the waist. In a few seconds we were in the middle of a real wrestling match, panting, grunting and laughing as we struggled on the bed. My cock was as hard as a rock and I could feel that his was too.

The door opened and Bruce and Charlie entered, both naked. "Whoa," Bruce shouted as he saw us struggling. He and Charlie joined in the fray and in a short time we had our friend subdued and spread-eagled on his back on the bed. Charlie and I were holding one arm down apiece. Bruce had both Lloyd's ankles in his hands and was standing by the bed, leaning down on them with his full weight. We were all panting and sweating, Lloyd's chest heaving, the hair on it matted with sweat. He grinned upward at the three of us.

"All right, you got me. Now what are you going to do with me?"

"Hmm, let's see," said Bruce. "What do you think, Gene? Shouldn't this homewrecker get a special punishment?"

"Damn right," I said. "Did you say something about handcuffs, Charlie?"

"They're in that box in the closet. I'll get them."

"Charlie, what're you doing?" Lloyd protested.

"What does it look like? Helping tie you up." He made sure to give me time to reach over and grab Lloyd's other arm before he got up and went in the other room.

"Damn traitor," Lloyd said. I was squatting behind him now on the bed, my hard dick just inches from his face. He raised his head and looked at Bruce. "So it's gang up on Lloyd day, eh?" Despite his protests he wasn't struggling very hard to get away any more. I also noted that his cock was still hard. By now his precum had pretty much soaked the pouch of his jockstrap.

"You might say it's payback time, yeah," my partner replied. At that moment Charlie came back in with the handcuffs, two black, thick leather bands lined with fleece and joined by a shiny chrome chain, very luxurious.

"Wow, deluxe model," Bruce said. Charlie handed the restraints to me. I wrapped one around Lloyd's right wrist and fastened the Velcro closure in place. Then I brought his arms together over his head and put the other cuff around his left wrist.

"Hold his arms," I told Charlie, who obeyed, taking my place behind Lloyd. Bruce and I stood at the foot of the bed, looking at our prisoner, his arms pinioned, helpless to protect himself. Lloyd stared back at us, a mixture of anxiety and lust in his eyes. His nipples were erect and the head of his dick was peeking out of the top of his jock. He was turned on by this, no doubt about it.

Bruce went to the nightstand between the beds and picked up two condoms. Lloyd saw what he was doing and began to struggle, almost getting away from Charlie's grasp.

"No way am I going to take that monster," he protested, staring at Bruce's organ, magnificent in full erection.

"I don't see as how you have a choice, mister," my partner said.

"Aw please, have a heart," Lloyd begged. "I haven't gotten fucked in god knows how long."

"You should have thought of that before you fucked my man without my permission," Bruce intoned, his voice deep and sinister. He tore open the wrapper and sheathed his cock, unrolling the latex over the shaft with deliberate slowness. I wondered how much of this was playacting.

"Okay, okay," Lloyd said. "At least let Gene do it first. He's not as big as you are."

"What do you think, Gene?" Bruce asked.

I pretended to think it over. Finally I spoke.

"Give me one of those."

I took the rubber and climbed onto the bed. After I put it on I greased my fingers with lube, raised Lloyd's legs and poked one of my digits into his hole. It was tight. But not, I decided, so tight that he couldn't take me. Or Bruce.

I got up on my haunches and positioned the head of my cock at his back entrance.

"Be gentle," Lloyd pleaded.

I shoved my hips forward so that my rod broke through and surged into him in one huge thrust. Lloyd screamed, as much as in surprise at being suddenly filled with cock as with actual pain. I knew I wasn't big enough really to rupture him or anything, but it must have hurt some nonetheless. Charlie kept a tight grip on his arms as his body bucked and heaved under me.

I bent down, grabbed his face with both my hands and looked straight into his eyes. I got my lips down close to his ear so only he could hear what I was saying.

"That was for fucking Bruce last night when you thought I was asleep," I said to him, in a low voice. His eyes widened in comprehension. After a moment he nodded, conceding defeat.

I felt a pang of remorse at having hurt him. "You want me to pull out?"

Silence. His eyes shifted away, then met mine again. "Fuck me."

I grinned. "Take some deep breaths. You'll get used to it. I'm just the warmup act, remember."

Lloyd obeyed, while I held myself still. When I felt his ass muscles give a little bit I began to move, sliding in and out, at first slowly, then faster and faster. As I fucked him Lloyd's eyes lost their focus and his breath began to come in shallow gasps.

"Not so bad, is it?" I asked. He shook his head and smiled.

"It's great. Do it some more."

"You got it," I muttered. After a while I got too close to shooting and slowed down, then pulled out. Lloyd grunted as my cock popped out of his ass.

"Your turn," I said to Bruce, peeling off my rubber.

"Please don't do what he did to me." There was genuine fear in Lloyd's eyes.

Bruce smiled. "I'll go easy." He mounted the bed, grabbed Lloyd's legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders. "Remember what Gene told you. Take deep breaths, relax."

Lloyd's chest moved as Bruce placed his thick meat against his loosened hole and began to push at it in gentle thrusts. After a few tries he stopped thrusting and began to exert a steady, gentle pressure. A groan issued from Lloyd's throat, increasing in volume as more of my partner's cock entered him. Then I saw the entire head of Bruce's cock pop inside. Lloyd's groan turned into a shout of combined pain and triumph.

"Jesus Christ you are so fucking big!" he gasped, his eyes staring upward, unseeing.

"You're doing great," Bruce told him. "Just relax. Relax. Oh yeah," he crooned. "That's my baby. So hot. So tight. Yeah."

He sank in up to the hilt, his balls pressed against Lloyd's stretched cheeks, and another wail filled the air.

"Oh, fuck!" Lloyd tossed his head from side to side, his eyes screwed shut, his teeth gritted.

"Yeah, you got it all, baby," Bruce said. "How do you like it?"

"Damn," Lloyd said.

Bruce began to thrust slowly in and out, still being careful. Charlie came around to one side of Lloyd's head as Bruce continued to fuck, raising it and guiding his cock into Lloyd's waiting mouth. I dared not touch myself, otherwise I would've blown right then and there as I saw them fill Lloyd up at both ends.

For the next few moments I watched Bruce's massive piston ream our prisoner's hole. Even after all these years as his partner I still was sore afterward when Bruce fucked me. Lloyd was going to remember this night for a while.

Lloyd turned to me. "You too. Get over here and give me that cock."

I let him give me a few strokes with his mouth before pulling back. "Not yet. I don't want to cum yet."

"Suck mine," Charlie said, forcing Lloyd's head back toward his own prick and shoving it into his mouth.

We continued this way, Bruce plowing Lloyd's ass while he nursed on one or another of two hard cocks ranged above his face. At one point I put on a new rubber and relieved Bruce for a while, then we switched off again. Before my partner took Lloyd's ass for the second time he stripped him of his jockstrap. Lloyd's cock sprang free, still leaking its apparently endless supply of precum. We hadn't allowed him to touch himself this entire time, and maybe that was his worst punishment.

"Untie my hands," he pleaded. "I've got to cum."

Bruce shook his head with an evil grin. "No, sir. We decide when you can shoot."

"Aw, c'mon. When?"

"Soon. Soon," Bruce grunted, his face contorted into a grimace as he accelerated his pace. "Getting close, man... Oh yeah... going to fill you up... Oh yeah, yeah, YEAH!"

Triumphant, wordless shouts punctuated his last huge thrusts into the helpless body underneath him. Bruce raised his face in triumph to the ceiling, his eyes screwed shut, his mouth open. I knew his cock was delivering its load into the rubber deep inside Lloyd's ass, and the thought sent me over the edge. With a shudder and a groan I leaned forward and blew my wad over Lloyd's face in thick splashes. He stuck out his tongue to taste it, and to receive Charlie's seed as well. We coated him in tandem with our hot cum.

Lloyd writhed in agony and ecstasy as he received our three loads. It was time to put him out of his misery. I grabbed his cock and began to jack it hard. In seconds his breath began to come in harsh gasps.

"I'm cumming."

I bent and took him in my mouth just as he blew, feeling his cock pulsing as he filled me with his seed. Lloyd shouted and thrashed, his arms still pinned to the bed by Charlie. I let go of his cock, keeping his load, and moved up to his cum-splashed face. Lloyd's eyes were shut, his face screwed in a grimace of ecstasy. His hands were clenching and unclenching in their restraints. He sensed me close to him and opened his eyes. As soon as his mouth opened in an "O" of surprise I descended on it, sealing my lips onto his and dumping what I had inside.

Caught by surprise, Lloyd struggled under me, muffled protests issuing from his throat, but I grabbed his head and held his face to mine, forcing him to swallow his own load. Then I let go and let him fall back onto the bed. Lloyd lay gasping, speechless, his cheeks splashed with my cum and Charlie's, a little of his own dribbling down his chin.

I saw Bruce nod at Charlie. He ripped the Velcro free and released Lloyd's wrists from the restraints. Bruce began to pull back slowly. Lloyd gave a last cry as the cock that had stretched his hole to the limit popped out of his ravaged ass. He lowered his legs to the bed with a sigh, his entire body free at last.

The three of us drew back, silent, watching Lloyd as he lay on the bed, eyes closed, chest still heaving from his exertions. I began to worry. Had we gotten carried away, been too rough? Taken out our own anger and frustrations on him? If so, this weekend might have ruined whatever friendship we had left.

After long moments, Lloyd opened his eyes. I held my breath.

He smiled. "That was amazing."

I drew a sigh of relief. Bruce smiled, first at me, then at Lloyd. "You okay?" He was standing, hands on hips, his cock still impressive at half-mast, hooded with a full rubber. Most men would have looked ridiculous in that state. He looked damn hot.

"Well," Lloyd said, "I don't know if I'll be able to walk tomorrow, but right now I'm great." He turned his cum-stained face up at his partner, kneeling near him. "You are such a fraud. Not into bondage scenes. What bullshit."

Charlie was grinning from ear to ear. "Like Gene said, we're all trying new things this weekend."

I handed Lloyd a towel lying on a nearby chair so he could clean himself up. "Well, gentlemen," he said as he wiped the cum off his face, "I think we can say this weekend has been a success, don't you agree?"

I looked at Bruce. We smiled and nodded at each other.

"Right," I said. There were still things that needed to be settled before we left, but they could wait. Right now it was time for dinner.

We tried a new Italian place that Richard had recommended to us. It was crowded and popular and we trooped to the bar to wait for a table. After a while Charlie excused himself and Bruce motioned Lloyd and me closer.

"Listen," he said, "I want to ask you guys' permission to break the rules."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Charlie and I want to spend some private time together tonight."

Lloyd raised his eyebrows. "Why?"

Bruce said, "Charlie wants me, and I'm willing. But he's too shy to do it in front of you guys, especially you, Lloyd."

"He shouldn't feel that way."

"Maybe he shouldn't, but he does. How about it?"

"I don't have a problem with it," I said. Lloyd was silent, then he shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

"Thanks," Bruce said. "We're not kicking you guys out. Just give us some time by ourselves in the bedroom after we get back."

Despite his assent, Lloyd seem perturbed by Bruce's request, and disappeared after dinner without saying where he was going. I stuck around for a few minutes, then said, "Well, enjoy yourselves. I'm going out for a while." I left the room, planning to hang out in the lobby.

After fifteen minutes or so of looking at the human traffic and trying to read the paper, though, I got restless and decided to go out, maybe to a nearby bar. I reached in my pocket and found that, though I had my room key, I had forgotten my wallet. A curious feeling ran through me at the discovery that I would have to go back up to the room. I realized that I was struggling with the temptation to try and catch a glimpse of Bruce and Charlie in action. 

I made my mind a perfect blank as I took the elevator up, got out at our floor and walked down the hallway. I put the key in the lock and opened the door slowly, making sure that it didn't bang shut. The outer room of the suite was dark, but I saw a dim vertical stripe of light. The door to the bedroom was cracked open.

Almost of their own accord my feet moved across the carpet until I was at the bedroom door. My heart was pounding so hard I imagined that it might betray my presence to Bruce and Charlie. Trying to stifle even the sound of my breathing, I leaned forward and peered through the crack.

They were well into what they were doing. Bruce had Charlie on his back, his legs in the air, both of them naked. Charlie's arms were around Bruce's neck, their faces close as Bruce thrust into him again and again, his muscular, dimpled cheeks clenching with each downward stroke. As I watched their mouths met in a languid kiss.

I felt a stiffness tenting the front of my pants as I watched them make love. Bruce's motions were gentle, tender, in contrast to the pounding he had given Lloyd. I saw Charlie's head tossing from side to side, his mouth open in a smile of pleasure. I had felt a mixture of arousal and jealousy at the sight of Bruce and Lloyd together. Now I felt only affection and pride that my partner was giving Charlie his special time.

I gazed at my lover fucking my friend a moment longer, then found my wallet on the table and tiptoed out.

I didn't get back from the bar until midnight. When I slipped into the bedroom Bruce and Charlie were asleep in each other's arms. There was a dark shape in the other bed, and the sound of heavy breathing.

I took off my clothes in the dark and slipped under the covers next to Lloyd. I thought he was asleep until I felt his arms around me, drawing me close to him. I remembered him and Bruce the night before and stiffened, preparing to resist. A strong scent of alcohol hit my nostrils.

"I'm not going to do anything," Lloyd whispered to me, "Except say I'm sorry."

"About what?" I said, puzzled.

He sighed. "Sorry for everything. All the pain I've caused you, and Bruce, and Charlie."

I wasn't about to get into it right there. I patted him on the cheek. "There's nothing to be sorry about. Go to sleep."

I was afraid he was going to argue, but Lloyd released me and turned away. In a few moments his breathing evened out into a regular rasp again. He was asleep. I, on the other hand, lay staring up into the darkness for a long while.

The next morning we prepared to check out. It felt strange to have clothes on in the room--we had adhered to our ground rules pretty well on the whole. The four of us exchanged hugs all around, warm, prolonged embraces that felt curiously fraternal after the more intimate contact we'd had most of the past two days.

"Still friends?" Lloyd asked me as he squeezed me tight. He didn't give any sign of remembering our whispered exchange in the dark.

"Of course," I said, sounding more certain than I felt. It would take a while to figure out whether this experiment had worked or not. Still, at least we had tried it.

The door shut behind them, and Bruce and I turned to each other.

"Well, I guess we should clean up a bit," I said.

"Why? The maids have seen condom wrappers before," he said. There was a gleam in his eye that I recognized, even before he started to unbutton his shirt.

"Put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door. Checkout's not until noon."

I had seen Bruce naked all weekend, but as we kissed and embraced on the rumpled bed I felt as if I were seeing him with new eyes. The stabbing agony of his cock as it penetrated me had never flared with such intensity--the pleasure that followed had never filled me with such heat. I lay in his favorite position, bent double underneath him, my calves on his shoulders, and let him take me. After a while, though, I rose and pushed at his body until we changed places and he was lying on his back on the bed. I bent and licked his nipple, sending a shudder through him.

"I want what Lloyd got," I told him, "Your ass."

Bruce grinned up at me as he raised his legs and hooked them over my shoulders. "I want what Lloyd got," he replied. "Your cock."

I smiled at the man I loved, took hold of my organ and slipped it into his willing hole.

EPILOGUE

It's been several years since that weekend in the hotel suite. We've never done it as a foursome again.

Bruce and I will celebrate our twentieth next year. We're doing fine, I guess, much as always. Once in a great while, when it's a special occasion or when we just need to blow off a little steam, we'll spend a night at the local bathhouse, or we'll invite someone back home with us. It's always a guy we don't know, and we never do it with anyone more than once.

Lloyd and Charlie aren't together any more. About a year after our sex weekend they split up. I heard through the grapevine that Charlie threw Lloyd out, tired of his constant fucking around on the side. Since they were both our friends that put Bruce and me in the awkward position of having to choose between them. So, as it often turns out, we ended up seeing neither, which is too bad.




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Sometimes we would run into Charlie and Lloyd separately, either at the bar or the coffeehouse. We'd chat and have a good time but it wasn't like the old days. After a while Charlie found himself a new partner and dropped out of the scene. I haven't met the guy but people say he's very nice, and totally faithful to Charlie. I'm sure Charlie's never tried the group thing again.

Lloyd, on the other hand, we see around quite a lot. He's still working out and looking good, though he really ought to stop going to those tanning booths--he's beginning to look a bit leathery. His boyfriends are always younger than he is and hot. They never seem to stay around for long.

Sometimes I miss the old closeness between Bruce and me, between the four of us. But you can't look back. Life goes on and it's okay. Like I said at the beginning, things are good, maybe even great. Just not the same.

Here's to love and friendship, and most of all, change.

END