St. Claire

"It's by Emily Dickinson." He told me as he continued to play his wicked games.

"I was thinking of "fortune favours the bold," a rather timeless one from Virgil." I smiled.

"Venus favors the bold." He responded. "It seems particularly relevant in our case, don't you think?" He mused as he began to finger fuck me.

"Ovid." I managed between my groaning and grunting. "Yes, the Roman goddess of love would welcome our sordid exercising." I laughed.

"She'd get off on it, don't you think?" He retorted. "Such masculine bonding between two alluringly beautiful men..." His words were interrupted by a gush of cum that shot into me and then onto the kitchen floor.

Obviously, he too lacked self-control tonight. "Screw the finger, stick that cock inside me." I demanded heatedly.

I knew he had much more to give as he angled his body so his cock would align with my anal opening.

"Go ahead." I encouraged. He was nervous as hell. I could tell because his body trembled against me. "Push it inside me. I'm big boy. I can take it."

He did as I instructed and I welcomed the first cock into my honey hole in years. Okay, honey hole? Again, Amy was highly creative when it came to nicknames for things, including body parts. Honey hole was a better name for a pussy, at least in my opinion. She'd thought differently. To her, a pussy was more of...well just that...a pussy. She never called it anything else.

I swallowed my words as I savored the feel of Paul's cock deep inside me. Like I'd done him, he let it settle within me for a bit. He was right to do so, for he was larger than my last lover had been, and the one previous to him. He also had a little girth too, but not to the point that it stretched me too much.

"You ready?" He whispered.

I said nothing, but simply nodded. He withdrew just to the entrance and then plunged back in. He took it slow. He was nervous about this, and I didn't blame him. My first time had been the same for me too. I'd worried too much about hurting my partner, but he'd taken the reigns and guided me through it. I now did the same with Paul. I guided him through it and when he finally found his rhythm, the rest came like child's play. He grew confident with each thrust and soon he was rocking my body hard. We rocked it till he came again, and like before he shot copious amount of cum and within seconds it was seeping out and coating my ass and thighs. More fell on the floor too. Yes, I was definitely going to have to clean the floor before Amy returned.

"And now for your appetizer." I said and turned to face him. "On your knees and open up." I instructed.

Once he'd done it, I pressed my cock into his mouth. He swallowed it like a pro and I took hold of his head to keep him against me. I thrusted against his face. It only took a couple of firm ones to release my pent-up load. He choked and I let up just enough to give him space. He quickly swallowed it all. This time, he let none of it escape his mouth. I thrusted some more to let his mouth milk ever drop I had to give. Exhausted, I backed away and looked at his dazed expression.

"Are you ready to eat now?" I asked him. "Don't know about you, but I'm starving."

He nodded and I moved to started the air fryer. The potatoes were almost done baking. Paul managed to wake from his stupor enough to set the table. Once the fryer was beeping, I put the two steaks in to heat them up. When were warm and juicy again, we began eating. And no, we didn't bother getting dressed again. We ate in the nude, rested on the couch nude, and then once we were ready for bed, we slept in the nude. Well...okay didn't really sleep, not at first. We touched, fondled, and kissed till about two in the morning when we finally got around to fucking each other again. Then we slept. Ah...the joys of new love!

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We barely got up early enough to make Gulfport Harbor on time. It was packed by then and all the good seats had been taken. We ended up at the stern seated next to some couple from Kansas. We talked briefly as the boat pulled away and headed out into the brightly lit Sound. Paul sat opposite me and looked like he had a hangover. He didn't. He didn't drink, period. He had no interest in alcohol. I was the one who downed two beers last night after diner. He wore a simple t-shirt that bore some graphics about a cartoon I didn't watch...well I should say an adult cartoon that he watched religiously on some cable channel that wasn't included in our cable package. He watched it on his phone, as all kids did these days. His shorts were unexpectedly loose fitting. It was only as he laid his right leg across the other that I realized he was wearing a pair of my shorts and that he was freeballing it. His cock deliciously peeked out at me. He sure was living recklessly here lately I told myself. It was then that I realized that it was probably my fault. I'd shown him a new way of living last night.

"Don't worry. I got my swimsuit in my backpack." He grinned. "Didn't forget it."

"Wasn't worried." I smiled in return.

The rest of the voyage was a breeze and I mean that literally. The wind was strong out of the southeast and we felt the boat struggle against it. Dolphins made a brief appearance and of course the birds followed us all the way to the island. Once we docked, we made our way along the boardwalk with everyone else, only stopping briefly to marvel over Fort Massachusetts and to take some pictures with his phone. Paul had also reserved a pair of beach chairs and an umbrella, which thankfully was situated well enough away from the rest of the crowd. Only a young couple and a pair of young girls were our neighbors. All seemed to admire Paul as he came back from the bathroom sporting a very form-fitting pair of trunks. They were more welcomed on a beach in Europe than here in the still-much conservative South. Many looked upon him in disdain. A few took the scandalized approach. And yet, to my amazement, a good percentage gazed upon him with lust burning in their very conservative minds, and that went for many of the men too. Not just the women.

What could I say, really? Paul had the build of an underwear model. The thought that he was mind made it all the more sweeter for me. The two girls just couldn't stop staring and whispering. They were college-age girls, so I welcomed their lingering glances our way. My swimsuit was fairly average so I didn't show off my lower physique too much. It was enough however to warrant frequent glances from our neighbor's wife, which I might add didn't sit well with him all the much. However, he didn't make a scene and spent most of his time taking long strolls down the beach with his cell phone glued to his head.

"So much for not making a scene, huh?" Paul smirked as we sat relaxing in our chairs, watching the beautiful Gulf waters roll onto the beach, wave after beautifully glistening wave.

"Yea, well, you know you're just too beautiful to take to places like this." I joked.

"Got everyone lusting after me, huh?" He smiled.

"Pretty much." I gave and reclined back, closing my eyes a bit.

The wind and the hot sun felt so good that I found myself napping at times. Paul ventured into the water at times while I snoozed. I knew because he was always wet every time I opened my eyes.

"Christian."

I'd just had my turn in the water and was sitting once more under the umbrella. I looked up and there was Chance Anderson, my neighbor, standing before us with a bemused smile upon his face.

"Chance." I was caught completely by surprise. Instead of his wife Robin, a young man about Paul's age stood beside him. Both wore the skimpiest swimsuits. I had to say though, Chance was quite stunning, even for a man my age. I'd always thoughts so. He always mowed his grass with nothing but shorts on, so I'd long grown accustomed to seeing his nice body over the years, certainly ever since Amy and I had moved to Long Beach. It was a regular summer treat for us. Of course, Robin didn't look bad either. It was a shame she wasn't here today. I'd loved to have seen her in a bathing suit too. "I thought you never came out here." Of course, his companion wasn't bad looking either. In fact, he was gorgeous, especially with that youthful body of his drawing as much attention as Paul had.

"I'm out here with my new friend, Andrew."

He obviously knew that I was chewing over the whole "friend" thing and was obviously beginning to lust over Andrew. How could I know that he did? I knew without looking that my arousal was obviously apparent now judging simply from the intensity of the hardness I felt. In other words, I was creating quite the stir, as Paul had teased about yesterday. I glanced at my lover and saw that he too was showing off, even more so in those skintight trunks.

"You remember my assistant and...friend, Paul?" I reintroduced him.

We all shook hands, and I couldn't help but see that Andrew was trying like hell not stare at our lower domains. He failed, but we both smiled to put him at ease. The thing was that Chance was staring too, which surprised me. He was a happily married heterosexual man. I was starting to reconsider that as I warmed under his heated gaze.

"Andrew is starting college here and will be staying with us while attending."

"Okay." I said, all the while detecting more than he was willing to say. I couldn't believe that Robin would be okay with this...with such an arrangement I should say.

"It was her idea, just so you know." He smiled, clearly sensing where my thoughts had gone. "Andrew is the son of one her friends." He went on to explain, as if that made much of a difference to me. It didn't.

We visited a bit longer and then the two wandered off. Paul and I both had come to the same conclusion. There was more to the situation than they were revealing. It was all in the vibe they exuded, so strongly that our minds went to sex almost as soon as they'd left. We laughed and pushed the duo from our minds for the time being. We relaxed and swam for another hour or so till we decided to take the early boat back. It was just too hot, even for us. The temps were at a searing hundred degrees and by the time we'd packed up our stuff the wind had stopped blowing.

The whole ride back, I couldn't help but ponder the whole Chance and Andrew thing. Something still didn't add up for me, but I once more pushed it aside and focused upon my own love interest. Paul had once more taken a spot across from me and was once more flashing me with this wickedly divine cock. I couldn't wait till I got him home.

We drove home from the harbor in silence. However, I couldn't help but run my fingers over this hot, sweaty leg, feeling the smoothness of it's now redden skin. I could also smell the potent masculinity of him too, sweat and dare I say...cum. He'd changed before we left and his shorts bore a small, wet spot. It was pre-cum. That was just how heated with desire he had become since our ride back to shore. He was still burning with it as we got out of the car and headed to the back porch to brush the sand off before heading inside. He didn't even wait to do that. He yanked my shorts down as soon as we neared the outside faucet. I'd installed a shower head on the edge of the porch to rinse off. It had been Amy's idea since we lived this close to the beach. I feared the neighbors would see, but Paul didn't care. He wanted to feed his need, regardless of the show we'd be putting on for any nosy neighbors.

It only took seconds to unload into his mouth. That was how horny I'd become too. We'd just switched places and I was already to the point of choking on Paul's throbbing cock when I heard someone coming up the steps.

"Mind if we join you?"

Startled, Paul and I both turned to face Chance and Andrew who were both standing before us, watching with lustful gazes as we'd satisfied each other. Both still wore what they'd worn on the island. This time though their erections were clearly noticeable. Andrew was shyly blushing, but his hardness was straining the fabric, so much so that I could see the edge of his head poking out... that exquisite pink flesh that I wanted so desperately to taste and to explore with mu tongue.

"Chance?"

"Just consider this as friendly neighbors getting to know one another." He grinned as he slid his trunks down, revealing a beautifully long and slender cock. "After all, this was what you fantasied about for years, isn't it?" He laughed as he came closer to us. "You've watched me for years out there mowing the grass."

"You knew?"

"Of course, I knew." He said. "Robin knew too. She was the one who convinced me to start dressing as enticingly as I could. She'd discovered your bisexuality and wanted me to exploit it."

"You're bi?" I was completely astonished, and I dare say...immensely turned on too.

"I'm gay." He said. "I only married Robin because of our families. They're highly religious, as you probably could guess."

"But you and Robin have a child?"

"Because I'm gay doesn't mean I can't fuck a woman." He laughed as he approached us and began caressing our cocks, first Paul's and then lastly, mine. "Come, Andrew." He beckoned. "Come get naked with us." He beseeched his lover. "Sorry for the little fib earlier." He apologetically smiled. "The truth is that Andrew and I have been lovers for over a year now. We met in Atlanta. I was on a business trip and he was attending a wedding that was being held at the hotel in which I was staying. It was fate, you might say." He grinned. "From our first night together, we knew it was love. Robin and I fucked him till he couldn't walk straight and when the trip was over he told us he wanted to live with us. Here he is." He beamed as Andrew reluctantly slipped out of his trunks. His cock was exquisite I saw. "However, he is attending the university. Didn't lie about that."

"How about the four of us head inside." Paul intoned huskily.

"I think from the way they're looking at each other, our young studs would like to get down and dirty." Chance said to me.

"You and I, then?" I smiled.

"If you want to." He said taking ahold of my offered cock again.

We'd barely made it inside when Paul and Andrew began kissing and touching one another. Chance grabbed me and pulled me in and we too began kissing. I pressed my body into his and the feel of him nearly sent me through the roof. It took everything I had to not cum right then and there.

"I have an idea." He motioned toward the couch. "Ever done a sixty-nine?"

"With Amy." I admitted.

I was hesitant because Amy was funny about disclosing our sexual adventures to some people. However, she wasn't here and I doubted he'd say anything to anyone.

"There's a first time for everything, right?" He smiled wickedly.

With a beating heart and a pulsing cock, I followed him to the couch. Paul was on his knees choking on Andrew's beautiful cock just like the well-trained slut I'd made him into being. Andrew was groaning and moaning as Paul took him forcefully, hungrily. The boy would cum soon enough and hopefully I'd get to see Paul fuck him into submission. I on the other hand was about the submit to my own stag...bull as some might say. I liked stag better. A hell of a more exotic analogy. I laid on my side as instructed and took ahold of Chance's well-toned legs. I gripped them securely enough for my fingers to make some impression into this firm thighs. His cock was inches from my mouth, and already the potency of his masculine smell was driving me insane. I had to taste this cum-coated cock. I had to devour it, and his balls too. I wanted this man like nothing else. Not even the fact that we were strangers in every way deterred me from giving myself to him, not like this. I inhaled as his mouth swallowed my cock and as his hands gripped my backside. Of course, he slid his fingers into my anus. That was just what cock-hungry studs like him did. The sweat of him proved intoxicating, and even the smell of his ass didn't bother me as I did likewise and swallowed him whole. He was large but not large enough to choke me. I happily buried my nose deep into his small bush of dark hair as I did. His sack proved soft and pliable too. I couldn't help myself. I took it in my hand and squeezed, which elicited a deep moan from him. We began sucking each other. Me...well I put all my tongue action into it as I did. With each thrust of my head, I allowed my tongue to do its work along his shaft and then his tender head. I did this over and over again, and it wasn't long till he began replicating it. He was a fast learner I realized. We did this till we both were quaking against one another. We increased our tempo with each thrust we took. I held off as best I could, but he got so good with that damn tongue of his that I shot a full load. Of course, he shot one himself seconds later. God, that man tasted good! I swallowed ever delicious drop of his salty goodness.

We laid together for a few minutes longer, snuggled firmly in each other's arms. However, it wasn't long till he was partially aroused. It was enough to warrant a delightful intrusion into my anus. He more than willingly obliged me and slid his already well lubricated cock deep inside. I couldn't help but grunt at how completely he filled me. He clenched my hands and began to move against me, thrusting deeply, so deeply that his sack hit mine. Soon, it was slapping me as he fucked me, first slow and easily, but then hard and fast seconds before he came inside me. I knew one thing for sure. When he unloaded, his cum seemed surprisingly hotter inside me than it had in my mouth. Of course, I came too. In fact, I soaked the microfiber of the couch. Oh, well...it was only another big mess that I'd have to clean up before the weekend was over.

I didn't wait. I wanted his ass. I wanted it badly. I shoved him on the couch face down as I'd been only moments ago, and as I mounted him I parted his slimy wet ass cheeks. Yes, he was so beautiful back here. It was the perfect ass and the perfect anus. I ran my fingers over the dull, pink flesh and felt him jerk in erotic need. I smiled as I coated it with cum and then slid my still well lubricated cock head to the opening. I felt him quake and heard him gasp as I pressed forward, sliding it into him, slowly, inch by enjoyable inch.

"You do all strangers like this?" He joked between moans.

"We're neighbors." I said. "I'd fuck all my neighbors, especially that hot blonde two houses down."

He laughed. "Robin has already tapped that well."

"You're kidding?" I glanced incredulously at him.

"Her name is Abby. They've been friends for months now. Anyway, she caught her husband in bed with some chick he picked up from the casino. She threw his ass out. A few days later she was bearing her heart out to Robin, and well...you know Robin." He huffed as I drove my cock in for another thrust, which I followed up by another equally slow withdrawal. "She couldn't help herself. Abby was putty in her hands. Anyway, I fucked her too, just so you know."

"You're not gay?" I wondered if he'd fibbed about that too.

"Let's just say I'm gay with some flexibility towards the opposite sex." He laughed.

For that, I shoved my cock into him hard, and I mean hard. "Damn, trying to shove my stomach through my mouth?" He gasped.

"Perhaps." I said and pounded him hard, thrust after thrust till I exploded inside him.

Exhausted, I fell back onto the edge of the couch. I saw Paul bringing Andrew to climax as he took him doggy style. Within seconds, Andrew was trembling underneath him, clearly the submissive in the arrangement. I taught Paul well I saw and this made me proud. He was a pro now. I couldn't stop the sense of sadness that suddenly enveloped me. Looking upon Paul's exhausted body and into his lustfully shrouded eyes, I knew he was hooked now. I knew he was becoming the predator that I never wanted to be, but had become, nonetheless. He was beginning to realize the power he possessed, the power of his beautiful smile, his alluring eyes, and that killer body. He could have any man he wanted from now on. He could have any woman too. He could have both. He knew that now. He knew he didn't have to let society make his choice for him. He had the power to forge his own path. The question remained though...where did I fit into that future? Did I have a role in his life at all? Or was I merely the teacher who had taught him all that could be taught and now he didn't need me anymore? Or did he love me enough to stay and to forge some sort of relationship with me, and ultimately with Amy?