Sir Mix-A-Lot came on the radio in the SUV with the three of us, Teddy, Craig and I returning from the movies.
"I like big butts and I cannot lie," I mumbled, as the two of them were in space in the front of the vehicle seeming spaced out while I blurted the lyrics.
I instantly thought about Craig and the wagon he was dragging, then thought about how valid of a friend I truly was to contemplate his husband being naked.
"I used to love this song when I was married," said a blushing Craig as he looked back at me and smiled.
We ended up singing the lyrics together as we left the theater from being entertained by the latest installments of the series Bad Boys, starring Will Smith and Martin Lawrence. Teddy was driving as we pulled into a burger joint drive thru, then headed home, intent on punishing our meal and having a couple beers to close out the night.
Once we made it to the driveway, I thought about how grateful I was of Teddy, a long time friend from our time in the Navy. He and I served together overseas a decade or so prior, with him getting out shortly after we finished our tour to pursue a degree in architecture, and me staying in, motivated to get rank, and ultimately get paid. I did 11 years and realized I could go no more, so I put in for honorable discharge, but with no plans after the military. Teddy and I somewhat lost touch over the years, but crossed paths just a couple weeks before I would finish, as we saw each other at a grocery store in Virginia Beach.
"Brother, you can come crash with me until you get right," he told me as he was sporting a beard, and dreadlocks down to the middle of his back as he heard of my intentions.
Soon after I checked out of my apartment and moved most items to storage, and others to his four bedroom bungalow in the country where I met Craig, his gray haired, gray bearded, plump husband. I had no clue Teddy was gay, or was even into men for I knew he had three biological children, but I came into their home and got to know Craig, and immediately enjoyed his company.
"Any friend of Teddy's is a friend to me, too," Craig said upon our first meeting, even winking his right eye after that statement.
That sealed the deal for me that Teddy chose a legit partner, and over time, we seemed to gel with ease to where when they'd go on dates, they'd bring me along. On this particular night, we made it home and went inside, with Teddy and I planting ourselves in the living room while Craig brought out three mini tables, setting our food on the surfaces along with utensils, then bringing us each two beers each after. We toasted, ate and became rambunctious as we recalled scenes from the movie, just having a time of jubilance. I just basked in the moment as I really liked Teddy and Craig together as they seemed to compliment each other well; Teddy was black and slender, while Craig was chunky and white. Teddy was maybe 41, while Craig had to have been in his mid to late 50s. They both were masculine, but Craig showed signs of submissiveness more than Teddy in their union. Teddy overall just looked happy, and I figured I could credit Craig entirely.
"Life doesn't get any better," Teddy even blurted after we finished being loud.
We ended up having another beer, just sitting and talking as the night turned rather late and Teddy would hint he was ready for bed. Craig automatically took his cue to clean everything up, tossing all the food wrappers and the bottles before the both of them hugged me and retreated. I would remain on the living room couch for it was Saturday, and Sunday would be a sleep-in kind of day.
"Psst. Get some rest. I'm preparing a brunch for you guys, and having a few of my friends over as well," Craig said minutes later as he came from their bedroom in a dark robe, with his chest hairs exposed. "I'm so glad that Teddy let you come and stay with us. Hakeem, you're really a great guy."
I stood up to hug Craig, and managed to almost place my hands just above his hips without him objecting.
"You're an amazing man yourself," I told Craig as we made eye contact.
"Have a good night," he said with the biggest smile on his face, then walked away, heading into the bedroom and shutting the door behind him as I noticed the television illuminated their room.
I got a glance of that ass while he walked away, seeing the print of his big peach poking through the robe as he didn't have on any garments underneath. I laid back on the couch with that impression stuck in my head for I knew Teddy, a hound dog like me (at least with the women back in the day), would most likely wreck that ass good and put Craig to sleep, and I became jealous because I wanted a piece. I remained on the couch for a bit, and stroked myself not to cum, but just to rub as I contemplated busting a nut. I'd end up getting up, cutting off the television, then heading to the bedroom to shower, and sleep in anticipation of brunch. I couldn't sleep, so I turned on the television in the bedroom, putting it on low volume as I decided on watching the movie, Training Day. I was laying in my boxers, still stroking myself as I became hard and figured to cum and fall asleep. I continued to rub, still entertained by seeing Denzel Washington play his role, then noticed my door would open slowly, and Craig would come through.
"Hey. Can I help you," I asked.
He giggled.
