*** Jon's perspective ***
Deak fell on our laps (and in our mouths) at the perfect time.
Larry and I, in all of our years together, hit a juncture where we were trying to figure out if we wanted to remain a couple. We had love for each other as our marriage was like a well worn, customer sweater, but certain parts of the fabric so-to speak began to deteriorate; sex being the biggest one.
"Honey, I'm too tired," was the constant excuse between us when the other wanted it.
Then there were the simple nuances, such as missing the introductory peck on the cheek or lips upon first initial meeting during the day. There were times we would go to bed, and one of us would just hog the couch overnight, while the other went upstairs, a change in our long time ritual of going to bed together, taking our clothes off prior to laying down and cuddling, if nothing else. We just became overall "comfortable," and with that, that caused us to forget about satisfying each other, and we subsequently became "open." Oddly enough Deak came along and he savd us by being so good, that he temporarily "closed us," meaning the two of us were content with only him, and wouldn't yield our time and bodies to any other stud around.
"I get back, I'm gonna want some us time in that pool," he texted us the night before he had to get underway, in preparation for a pending eight month deployment months later.
He mentioned to us when we first met that he was beginning the workup cycle with his squadron. When we finally got used to him, enjoying his company in and out of bed, the real world was happening, to include him having to serve for this country, and not have us to serve him. I read his text stating his departure and I smiled, feeling somewhat sad, but knowing he was doing what he signed up for.
"I admire mijo," I told Larry as we laid in bed.
"You admire, I crave," Larry added as he reminded me of the reality of things.
Surely Deak would only be gone a month, but we were used to the option to have our way with that dick seven days out of the week if he was available. The morning Deak left, I personally was having withdrawals and literally got emotional thinking of the kid being gone. He brought us back together and made us better than ever, but it was as if he was an appendage to our body of work. The drought was about to be in session for Larry and I couldn't retreat to our regulars, for they didn't give us the same gratification. I was about to be with a dry throat, and even drier ass with him gone.
Or so I thought.
"Hey man. Deakon is gone now," said Tank, one of Deak's friends.
"So when you gon' have time for me and this dick of mine?"
This arrogant, but handsome looking creature was one of Deakon's friends that would come over occasionally to hang out. He'd reach out to me on Grindr not even 24 hours after Deak was wheels up.
"To correct things, he brought you to our place," I messaged.
"And i wanna come back," he said, as i was eyeing his profile.
Tank's moniker was appropriate being he stood at six foot, 200 lbs. of molded muscle. I recalled the 30 year old saying he was a father of two, and single, but I didn't figure he dabbled in cock.
