I Went Where?

I Went Where? Ch. 3

Last night was intense. I got fucked in the ass, for the first time, fucked an ass for the first time, and sucked two different dicks. Relax. I wasn't the center of a gangbang. It was a threesome, and I enjoyed it. One of those cocks was a friend of mine, that I had sucked once before, only once, and he was the first and only and that was less than a week ago.

It was intense, and I enjoyed it. Adam (the other guy) seemed like a fun guy. I sent him a text this morning to say I enjoyed last night, and hoped we could see each other again. He responded right away saying:

I look forward to it big guy.

It was accompanied by a wink emoji. At 5'7" and 140 pounds, I think this was the first time someone referred to me as a "big guy".

I was at work. During the summer break, I was working for my father at his hardware store. The store opens at 7. I was dragging a little bit at first, then Dad gave me a cup of coffee and told me to sit in the office. He would buzz me if needed. I think Dad knew that I had a rough night. He never asked for details, just wanted to make sure I wasn't driving high or drunk.

Thanks Dad. I love you, too. Dad occasionally took a nap in the afternoon in the office. I think he was giving me permission to take a nap if I needed. I went to the office considering it, but then started looking at my phone while drinking the coffee. I had already texted Adam.

I sent a text to Carl:

Thanks for letting me sleep on the couch again. I owe you one.

He replied:

No problem. Let me know when I can get a chance at that ass or another visit from that cute mouth.

Shortly after that, he sent me a picture of his cock. It was hard and looked wet. I wondered if he had just withdrawn it from someone's mouth. If so, he had it all in, since it was wet down to the root. I reached up to my throat. What would that feel like.

I sent back:

Fuck. You got me hard. What if my Dad sees me walking around like this?

Carl:

Show me.

I looked at that text. Should I take a chance and take a quick pic. Then I remembered that Dad had a security camera in here. I almost looked up at it. I walked out of the office and headed for the bathroom. Once in there, I locked the door, lowered my pants and took the pic. I sent it to Carl.

Then I had an idea. I snapped a picture of my bare ass and sent that as well.

By the time I got back to the office, Carl replied:

Nice ass. That'll make my day. Gail's going to reap the benefit of that ass pic tonight.

Shit. I'm not sure which emotion was greater. Was I more turned on by the idea that my ass is going to be the inspiration for his fucking Gail tonight or was I jealous because he was going to be fucking Gail tonight. I just said:

Glad I could help.

I waited a few minutes to see if he was going to reply again. He didn't, but I did get a text from Pete:

Jack. I've got an extra ticket to the ball game on Friday. Would you like to go?

I looked at the work schedule to make sure. I was off at 4 on Friday and had no other plans.

Yes. Thank you. I love going to the ballpark.

After I sent that. I took a drink of my cooling coffee. The caffeine was helping. I kind of wished that we would be doing something else. I thought about sending a suggestion to him, but then remembered that he is married. I have no idea whether his wife has access to his phone or not. I'd have to ask him about that.

He replied:

I can pick you up. What time do you get off of work on Friday?

I get off at 4, but would like to clean up. You can pick me up at my place at 5.

I received a thumbs up emoji from him.

I took one more drink of the now cold coffee and headed back out to help Dad.

*****

I didn't trade texts with Carl, Pete or Adam until Friday, when Pete verified that he would be at my place at 5. I was pretty certain that he had my address from when I sent my info to him, but sent my address again.

At 5, Pete pulled up to the curb. Ma was home. I told her that I was off and the game would probably be over by 10 or so, but I may not be home until midnight.

She told me to enjoy the game and watch my drinking. I headed out to Pete's car. I hopped in and we were off.

It didn't take Pete long to confess. "We're not going to the game tonight, Jack. I've got a room at a hotel downtown. I've been hard since Tuesday when you offered me to take your ass. Is that offer still on the table?"

Fuck. I think that he's a mind reader. All that I could say was, "Yes."

Then he said, "I want to thank you for not texting anything. I forgot to say anything to you on Tuesday. I don't think that my wife checks my phone, but we agreed a long time ago to have access to each other's phone."

That answered that question. "So, she doesn't know? I almost texted you a picture of my ass."

Pete groaned. "Is that picture on your phone?"

"Yes."

"Can I see it?"

I went to the text stream of Carl. It had my dick and ass pic on it. I showed him my dick pic first. "That's what you've got to beat." Then I flipped to my ass. "To get that."

Pete groaned again. "Can you send those to me?"

I was back in the text string, and snuck a peak at Carl's cock. Pete was still glancing at my phone. "What's that?"

"That is Carl."

"You want me to help prepare you for that?"

"Yes."

"Sounds like I'm getting in that ass tonight anyway. It just a matter of who goes first. That's a nice dick you've got as well. I want to feel it in my ass."

I sent my pics to Pete. "You're not worried about your wife finding those pics?"

"She keeps an eye on me when women are around. I don't think she knows or suspects my feelings towards twinks. If you were a 21 year old girl, I think she would have me turning over my phone when I walked in the house. I've got a safe place to store them once I get home. They won't be on the phone long."

*****

The stadium was right in the middle of downtown. Traffic was already getting heavy as we got closer. We were playing the Yankees tonight. Our team was mediocre at best, and the Yankees weren't great this year, but we've been playing each other for over 100 years, and everybody hated the Yankees.

About 3 blocks from the stadium, Pete pulled up to the curb in front of a hotel. He got out and gave the keys to a valet. I could see the lights on the stadium from here. Another valet opened my door. Pete said, "Come on, Jack. We're going to have dinner here."

Once inside, Pete said, "Go in and get a drink at the bar. I'll get our key and join you in there in a minute."

I walked in the bar and laid my ID on the counter. The bartender came over, picked it up and looked at me. "What will you have Mr. Williams?"

"An Ultra, please." I forgot to ask Pete what he wanted.

He returned with my beer a few seconds later. I was wearing my jersey. "Are you having dinner before the game, too?"

Just then, Pete showed up. "Maybe after the game. Could you bring me a vodka martini?"

Pete turned over a credit card when he returned with the drink. As he walked away to cash us out, Pete said to me, "We're on the 15

th

floor. We should be able to see into the stadium from up there." He smiled and sipped his drink.

Once the drinks were finished, we went up to the room. The room was facing northeast, so the sun was behind us. It wouldn't be dark for several hours, but we had a clear view into the stadium over the bleachers. The big scoreboard in this stadium was in left field, so we were looking directly in from center field. I was staring out of the window. Pete came up from behind me. "I can still get us tickets if you want to go to the game, Jack."

I turned around and looked up at him. Pete was a couple of inches taller, maybe 5'9 and a few pounds heavier. He had his shirt unbuttoned and pulled out of his trousers. He had a nice fur covering of his pecs, and was in much better shape than I would have guessed. It was like a switch was flipped. I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth. Pete held my head to his breast. I kissed, licked and sucked on that nipple.

"Oh fuck, Jack. You know how to turn an old man on."

I never asked Pete his age. I guessed he was in his 40s, or maybe my father's age, 50. Pete grabbed my head in both hands, and brought me up for a kiss. I had kissed Adam, and kind of been kissed by Carl, but I hadn't been kissed like this since Patty moved to the West Coast. I felt Pete start rubbing my cock. I had to break the kiss. "I'm sorry, but I don't want to cum in my pants." I had to go commando at the store on Wednesday, because I had cum in my underwear on Tuesday night.

Pete took his shirt off and started to strip off the rest of his clothes. I was close behind. There were curtains for the window, but they weren't closed. We were on the 15

th

floor, with nothing between us and the stadium. I took a glance at the stadium. I could see people starting to occupy seats in the upper deck behind home plate. I'm guessing that they could see us as well. I turned around and stared at the stadium. Pete was nude and came up behind me. He held me with one arm and started to work on my pants with the other.

"You want to flash the stadium, Jack?"

He started to tweak my nipple, and I was ready to cum. I was as hard as I could ever remember. He made quick work of my belt, button and zipper. The pants dropped to the floor after a little help from him and I was in my boxer briefs. "Are you ready to give them a show, Jack?"

I felt Pete reach into the sides of my boxers and start sliding them down. He started with the back and as the band dropped below my ass, he pressed his hard cock into my ass. "Can I fuck you, right in front of the crowd, Jack?"

I felt him sliding his cock in my crack. I don't know if he had put any lube on his cock, or if just his pre-cum was providing lube. At one point, he pointed his dick down, and had it pressing against my hole. I had a concern that he was going to take me right there, bare without preparing my ass. But at that point, I didn't care.

He didn't. He slid his cock back up my ass, reached around and lowered the front of my boxers. My 7 1/2 inches was now on display for everyone in the stadium to see. Then a thought occurred to me. "Can the cameras focus in this far?" There were several cameras that could be pointed in this direction, although when the game was on, they would be focused on the field. The game wouldn't start for another hour.

Pete reached around and grabbed my cock. One stroke, and I was cumming on the window. Pete said in my ear, "They can't see you, Jack. There's a reflective coating on the windows. You can't see in here unless it's dark outside and the lights are on in here. Did the thought turn you on?"

I turned around, which wasn't that easy as my boxers and pants were still around my legs. I was so turned on that I was still hard. I grabbed Pete's cock and held them together. I had him beat by a little bit. I smiled at him. "I want to fuck you, but I didn't bring any condoms."

Pete returned the smile and pointed over his shoulder. On the nightstand there were several foils of condoms and some lube. Pete walked over to the bed, stripped off the blanket, and got on his hands and knees.

I finished taking off my clothes and got down behind him and started eating his ass. Pete said, "You've fucked someone else. Did you and Adam get together on Tuesday?"

I took my tongue off his ass long enough to say, "And Carl." I returned to munching on his ass. Unlike Adam, he had hair in his ass. I'm not saying that I wasn't enjoying this, but given a hairy ass or a smooth one, I think I prefer the smooth.

"Did Carl fuck you?"

"No. But Adam did."

Pete turned over and sat on the bed, motioning me forward. He leaned over and took my cock in his mouth. He sucked on it for 30 seconds or so and sat up. "Oh to be 21 again. You're ready to go. Did they walk you through prepping an ass?"

"Adam just had me eat his ass, and then I got up and fucked him."

"Ok, but I'm not Adam and more important (pointing at my cock), you're not Adam. I'm going to need you to lube me up with a couple or three fingers." I remembered Adam doing that to me before fucking me. I walked over to the endstand, got a condom, put it on, and then returned with the bottle of lube. I put lube on a finger and inserted it in his ass.

Once I had gotten three fingers in, I lubed up my cock. I took Pete in the missionary position. We started with Pete holding his legs up. He was surprisingly limber for an older guy. I remembered what Carl had told me about working my way in. After about 10 strokes, I was balls deep. I took my time with long, slower strokes. After 5 minutes or so, I started to increase the pace.

Pete released his legs, which caused me to back away from him. He flipped over on his hands and knees. "You set the pace, Jack. I'll let you know if it's too hard."

I had fucked Patty doggy style a few times. I loved doing it with her. Adam and Carl were right though. Fucking a tight ass topped fucking a pussy. If I could find a girl that would let me fuck her ass while I played with her tits, I think that I would be in heaven. I started in on Pete again. At one point, I reached forward and grabbed his shoulders. This allowed me to pull him into me and I thrusted in. At this point, I wasn't concerned about Pete.

Pete was now on his knees as I was fucking up into his ass. It wasn't as easy as the previous position, but it allowed me to reach around him and start pinching his nipples. After a few more minutes, we moved again, and were back in the missionary position. This time, I had his legs on my shoulders. I leaned forward to kiss him. I could tell that I had reached his limit for flexibility so the kiss only lasted a second. As I got back to my previous position, Pete looked up at me and said, "Fuck me, Jack. Make me walk funny tomorrow."

He took a hold of his cock, and after a few strokes, he was cumming on his chest and belly. I think the second shot got as far as his face. As he came, his ass contracted around my cock and I was set off. I had cum, like a half hour ago, but I think that I came harder this time. If fucking an ass is like this every time, I may never fuck a pussy again. I took Pete's legs off my shoulders and leaned forward and licked his cum off his belly and chest. After every few licks, I kissed him, sharing his cum with him.

I eventually rolled over on my back next to Pete. Pete took a deep breath and said, "Damn, Jack. I wish that I had approached you a couple of years ago." He rolled towards me, and kissed me. Then he got out of bed, went to the fridge and pulled out a couple of beers. He brought one to me and went to the phone and ordered some appetizers.

He went to the bathroom and returned with a couple of robes, tossing one to me. The TV was on the wall in the corner of the room. He turned it on and found the game. It was in the first inning and our team was up to bat.

After 15 or 20 minutes, there was a knock at the door. Pete let a young man in with a cart. He rolled it into room with Pete right behind him. I was looking at him. So was Pete. Pete liked twinks, and this guy was taller than either of us, but he was slender. I wondered what was under those clothes. Twinks weren't always short.

The young man smiled at me, and turned to Pete. "It's good to see you again, Mr. Carlisle. I hope that you enjoy your stay."

Pete handed him a 20 and said, "It's good to see you too, Gerald. My stay has already been great."

Gerald turned his head to look at me, then said good night, leaving the cart behind.

Pete put some appetizers on a plate and handed it to me. "Gerald comes to the Tar Pit on occasion, Jack. Say hello if you see him. I think that he enjoyed what he was seeing."

Fuck. This was proving to be a whole lot easier than getting a woman in the sack. We watched the game on the TV and out the window while we drank our beers and ate the appetizers. Pete produced a pen of weed and asked if I wanted some. The TV screen was a few seconds behind the live action. Through the window, I could see a batter swing, and it looked like it was a groundball to short, but I couldn't actually see the ball from here. I looked up at the screen in time to see the contact, and then the shortstop go to his right, and throw the batter out by a step and a half. A faster guy might have beaten it out, but not this guy. That was the end of that inning. I was looking at the stadium again, and Pete came up behind me and grabbed my plate, setting it down on a table. He proceeded to strip me in front of the window again. When I looked up at the TV screen, they were ready to start the next inning. The camera behind home plate was looking out at the city skyline. I thought that I saw our hotel and realized that I was technically on camera. Here comes that hardon again.

Pete still had his robe on, but I could feel his cock on my ass again. Pete whispered in my ear, "Do you think Gerald noticed your cum on the window?"

I looked down and realized that we had never cleaned that off. I turned in Pete's arms, flashing my ass at the stadium, and opened his robe. I looked down and he was at full staff again. I smiled at him and said, "What makes you think that he would assume it was my cum?"

Pete laughed, then he picked me up (yes, he picked me up) and threw me on the bed. "I hope that you're ready, Jack. It's my turn."

After prepping my ass, and I was taking mental notes, Pete had me climb onto him in the cowboy position. As I sat down on him, I realized that he was much bigger than Adam. Longer, yes, but much thicker. He let me work my way down his cock. It took about 5 minutes, and I'm not sure that it wasn't because my legs got tired that I finally bottomed out. I just sat there, trying to get used to this cock. I began to have doubts about whether I would be able to take Carl. I felt like one of those ball players had their baseball bat in my ass.

Pete looked up at me. "You doing ok, Jack?"

I smiled, at least I think that I did. "This is different from Adam."

Pete chuckled. "I think that I should thank you. I hope you are going to enjoy this, Jack, because I definitely want to tap this ass again." With that I felt him gently thrust upwards and as he dropped back, I was rocking on his cock. One thing that I didn't feel regularly with Adam, was his cock on my prostate. The rocking motion was definitely causing a stimulation of that spot, and I was falling in love with that sensation.

I closed my eyes and I moaned. I leaned forward, lifting my ass from Pete's pelvis a little bit, and Pete started some soft thrusting into me. "Are you ready for more, Jack?"

I opened my eyes. "More?"

Pete flipped me over on my back, putting my legs over his shoulders. He lined himself up and entered me again. I was much more limber than Pete, and when he leaned forward to kiss me, it lasted for almost a full minute. Pete got back on his knees and started thrusting into me, faster and deeper(?). It wasn't a full out fucking, but it did something to me. I started cumming, without having to touch my cock.

Pete stopped. "Fuck, Jack. I almost lost it there, but I want this to go a little while longer."

A little longer was about 30 minutes. We changed positions several times, but when Pete came, he had me in front of the window again. He was playing with my nipples, then he moved his hand down to my cock. I lost it one more time, again spraying the window. It was only a couple of spurts, but now there was another trail of cum drizzling down the window.

When I came this time, I felt Pete give two big thrusts. I could feel the spasms from his cock as it filled the condom. Pete gave me a couple of more thrusts, then had me walk backwards towards the bed with his cock still lodged in my ass. As we fell back on the bed, I felt his cock dig deep in my ass once again.