Scott stood under the shower head allowing the hot water to cascade down his face and over his shoulders. The images of John feeding him his thick cock, daddy fucking his now worn ass flashing through his mind. Never could he have imagined just two days ago he would be participating in a three way with two guys, and that he would be so submissive to another man.
The water felt great as he tilted his head up. He took the soap from the holder and rubbed it across his chest and over his hard abdomen. The soap smelled so good as the lather formed, sliding down his lean body. Scott reached over and grabbed a razor from the holder and let it glide across his crotch shaving off any stubble that may have grown back since yesterday. Daddy had required him to shave all the pubic hair from his crotch and around his ass, leaving him totally smooth.
Daddy was smooth as well, but sometime back he had his hair removed through laser hair removal leaving his cock and balls completely devoid of any hair. He had to admit -- daddy was sexy and he loved the shaved look. Even were he and Marc to go their separate ways, he was sure he'd keep his cock and balls shaved smooth.
As Scott exited the shower and toweled off he heard Marc call out and question was he hungry. Scott acknowledged, yes, he could use a bite and the two decided on a Marcos pizza.
As Scott walked into the den, he was surprised how natural and at ease he was now being nude at all times around Marc. It didn't seem the least bit out of place for both men to walk around naked, Marc's cock swinging back and forth as he walked.
"Here, let's watch a DVD while we wait. Marc chose an amateur gay flick of several men having group sex. Unlike the earlier film, there was no plot, no story, simply men sucking and fucking. Scott sat on the couch as he saw one man on his back, sucking a cock while being taken in his ass. All the while he was jacking off a third who knelt beside him, anxious to have his turn.
"That really turned you on today didn't' it boy? John and I having our way with you.. you liked it didn't you," Marc inquired at the young man who seemed to be glued to the scene playing out on the wide screen TV.
"Yea, it was awesome. I've never had a 3-way with a girl before much less what we did. You were right.. John had a really nice cock. I like him," Scott added.
"So, he's really married? And his wife has no idea he get's together with other guys" Scott asked.
"John's been bi most of his adult life. I think he leans more to men actually. I'm not sure how much he gets at home. I've met his wife. She's a good girl ... really sweet, but he gets off with a cock," Marc shared.
"So you don't have anything against Bi men ... you just don't want to share me... is that it?" Scott kept on.
Marc started laughing. "Well, for the time being I'm going to make sure you get so much cock, you won't have time to think about pussy..."
"Earlier, when it was just John and me. He said you'd been married too. You weren't always gay," Scott pushed.
"Yea, I was. But I always knew I was attracted to men. I knew there was something. My wife and I were active.. sexually.. in college. She was Bi and we were talking out our fantasies one day and she asked if I had ever thought about hooking up with a guy. I was honest with her.. told her, yea, I mean, in fantasies and such and it was her idea for us to get together with another guy," Marc shared.
"We hooked up with one of her old high school boyfriends and that was that. I knew from the first moment I took his cock in my mouth, it wouldn't be the last," Marc added.
"What happened with your wife?" Scott asked.
"Well it wasn't sex that drove us apart. As a matter of fact, our sex life was great. We had sex with each other, she'd bring women and men home, and sometimes she'd see women outside of our home. But like some marriages we simply grew apart. I was traveling a lot with my job. She was doing the same and soon we were simply roommates. We decided to split but we remained great friends. I just knew when it was over, I was more attracted sexually to men than women, and there you have it..."
Scott looked back at the screen, guys having their cocks sucked, others fucking with wild abandon. "Take note boy, that's you tonight. I'm taking you down to the club and we're going to have some real fun," Marc added.
He had just finished his sentence when the doorbell rang. "...and there's our pizza!" Marc announced. He got up from the couch, walked over to a closet door by the front door and pulled on a satin housecoat. Scott stood up to go back to the bedroom but was stopped dead in his tracks, "Where the fuck are you going?" Marc barked.
"The guy's here with the pizza" Scott explained. "Sit your fucking ass down," Marc shot back.
Scott went over and sat in a chair at the end of the room. He dropped his head, looking at the carpet floor almost willing himself to become invisible but he knew that was not to be.
Marc opened up the door with the sound "Pizza!" A young man held out a vinyl sleeve that appeared to have the pizzas kept inside. Looking over, he saw Scott sitting naked in a chair with his head down.
"Come on in, I'll grab some money," Marc instructed as the young delivery driver took maybe two steps into the apartment. Just clearing the door as he looked to his left to see the action taking place on the TV. Guys in an all-out gang bang! Marc had turned down the sound but the action spoke for itself!
Scott looked up just a little to see the delivery man looking dead at him. He could feel the heat in his cheeks, the embarrassment as the driver looked back at the TV and then to Marc who was approaching with his wallet.
"How much?" Marc inquired. "Uh, its uh..." the driver stumbled then finding the tab on the box. Twenty seven... it's twenty seven dollars," he replied back.
"Here's $35. That work?," Marc replied handing the bills over. "Sure, thank you!" the driver acknowledged as he looked back at Scott again. Scott had placed his hands in his lap but he couldn't hide the fact he was naked in a man's apartment watching gay porn.
As the driver walked out, Marc shut the door behind him and then looked over at Scott. "You look a tad embarrassed. You know the guy?"
"Sort of, he delivers for Anna and me when we get a pizza..." Scott said softly, still shaken a little from the encounter.
"I bet that's gonna be some kind of conversation when he gets back to the shop. Can you imagine? He might even be on his cell now. Hey -- just made a delivery to two queers in the neighborhood," Marc continued laughing.
"Look... lighten up. I did that on purpose. You need to come to grips with who and what you are. It doesn't matter what people think. Now come over here and get some pizza," Marc barked.
