Matt sends a friend home.
After the first weekend with Matt we took things kind of slow being that we were in a small town and such places tend to notice when two people spend a lot of time together...especially if that time tends to be at night with the lights off.
Matt, on occasion, pulled his truck into the woods behind the house and then would sneak back into the house through the back door. On one occasion I had seen him coming down the driveway so I got naked poured him a wine and met him at the back door. We ended up on one of the kitchen chairs with Matt sitting normally with me straddling him with my legs crossed behind the chair with his cock buried to the hilt in my deepest recesses and our eyes locked in passion until he unloaded his balls deep inside me.
Another time was during a nasty wind storm and he pulled up to the back door instead of the woods. I again met him, this time on the back porch, again naked but on my knees as he walked through the screen door. A smile broke across his face and he let me unzip his fly and suck his cock to completion. Later than night the passion between us was so violent that the bed on which we were fucking broke in half. He unloaded his cum into me among the wreckage of our bed.
We bought an antique four poster bed with heavy curtains, like the ones used when houses were heated by nothing more than a fireplace or stove, to replace the bed we broke in half. We liked it because it was an added bit of privacy and seclusion and could take the abuse he and I put it to.
The fact that it was a California King didn't hurt and the posts were great for Matt tying me up on occasion. He especially enjoyed hanging me from ropes overhead and rocking me back and forth as we fucked. The only issue I had was that he didn't tie me up often enough to suit me mostly because of his frequent assignments to the city when riots broke out. Riots had been an increasingly frequent problem that had been calling Matt away for weeks at a time because the city was a few hours away.
One time it got so bad that the National Guard had been called in and the police removed as the riots had been about recent shootings involving police. It would seem that the persons who had been shot robbed a gas station/bakery and beat the girl behind the counter so badly she nearly died. When the police tried to arrest them they pulled guns and shot two police officers who then returned fire and killed both perps.
A local reporter for the television station reported, incorrectly, that the police had opened fire on the two men who only fired back in self-defense. The riot that ensued was the worst on record and nearly a quarter of the city erupted in violence. The police were in riot gear shooting tear gas and rubber bullets to disperse the crowds. The reporter was eventually arrested for inciting a riot and fired from his position at the television station. It turned out that he was angling for a permanent spot at the anchor desk by making a dramatic report of police brutality, conveniently ignoring the facts and inserting his own for dramatic effect. He was later killed in the very riot he started...by rioters.
It wasn't long before the situation devolved into chaos and live fire fights in the streets. Matt was called in and was gone for several weeks. The city was a war zone. One day I was out mowing my lawn when Matt called and informed me that he had invited a friend to stay for a bit because his apartment building was in the center of the riots and wasn't safe for any police officers. His name was Seth and was on his way to spend his time off with us.
After a bit of a pause, Matt said "It's bad here not sure how long I'll be. Anyway, Seth knows about 'us', and...well, he is one of the people I knew here and did things with on occasion, if you know what I mean. We're both dedicated tops and we used to spit-roast a guy on occasion." There was a long pause. Before he continued "Anyway, I figured that if you two hit it off...maybe we could...well...you know...have some fun with him. That is if you are up for it" he said.
I smiled over the phone because we had discussed this very thing on occasion but being in a small town, the opportunities for such things were slim to non-existent. "When will you be coming back?" I asked.
He answered "Not sure, yet. The National Guard need a few cops here...but they are concerned that our presence will inflame the rioters, thanks to that news reporter. It may be a few days...maybe tomorrow...can't say for sure." It was clear that he was frustrated with the situation. He then said "Hey, you know I love you right?"
"Yes...I know you do" I said.
He laughed softly then said "Seth is my very best friend and like I said we share everything.' He paused. 'It is my hope to get out of here soon but the situation keeps changing. If I can't get out of here and if you two hit it off...I'm giving you permission to have fun without me. Call me if that happens...just before if you can...so I can at least 'be there' in mind."
"What?" I asked.
Laughing nervously Matt replied "If you and he hit it off...and things get interesting...I'm giving you my blessing to enjoy yourself...if you want to" he said.
"Is that what he is expecting?" I asked.
Matt was quick to reply "No, no...nothing ling like that. I have known him for a while and he has a way about him...and...well...if he likes you he will let you know. In fact when we were talking about a threesome ...Seth is the one I would bring home...to fuck you. I mean I would love to watch him bury his cock into you, I really would" he said.
All I could do was sigh and say "We'll see...we'll see. Let me know when you are coming home...and I'll have Seth call you when he gets here. If this is something you are serious about...you will have to talk to him about that. If this happens...I don't want you getting upset with me...IF anything does happen."
Matt laughed again "Understand. Yes, have him call me and 'if' anything does happen I promise I won't be angry or upset with you. I love you...You have taken care of me so well...I just want to show you how happy I am."
We said our goodbyes and I gave it some thought. Should I go ahead and cleans just in case things do get 'interesting'? I went inside and showered off, cleansed because fully expected Matt to be home soon anyway. So I did what I needed to and then finished the lawn.
I was putting the lawn mower away when a strange truck pulled up into the back yard. Clearly he had been instructed by Matt where to park. Seth was as tall as Matt and very nearly identical in terms of physique. What was different...was the fact that he had his cock tucked down his right leg and it was clearly defined by the semi loose denim...but it was a good 9" of cock sticking down that pant leg. Not being a complete slut I did not stare...only it was hard to miss. He had ear buds in his ear and his phone in his hand talking to someone. It was not long before I figured out that it was Matt he was talking to.
