When he finally got dressed and went out looking for some breakfast and some sunshine, the other front desk clerk, the one that didn't make eyes at him, handed him a message. It was from Mike. It said:
Back in town at 9 tonight. Meet me at my house. Mrs. Greenberg next door has a key.
Just reading the message made Anthony's loins twitch. He looked at his watch. Just past ten. Well, he knew what he'd be doing in eleven hours or so. He got in his Corvette and went to find a breakfast place. After filling his belly, he found a beach and spent a good part of the day man-watching.
After that bit of enlightenment- he learned that he could pretty much get laid any time he wanted- he did a little more real estate exploring. After an hour of that, he was just killing time. Then it was back to the hotel for an early supper and a drink.
He shared a table with a college professor from New Jersey. The man was a great conversationalist, knowledgeably insightful on matters of popular music. Anthony got the impression that the prof was purely into the receptive aspect of intercourse, and definitely looking to get laid. Thus, he was just barely able to hide his disappointment when Anthony politely declined his invitation to spend more time together.
Somewhat fortuitously, the men from the Midwest arrived, and Anthony introduced the three, leaving the professor with the notation that he'd certainly enjoyed the fun the two had provided.
He knocked on Mrs. Greenberg's door at eight. The woman was a delightfully zaftig woman who appeared to be in her mid-fifties. She had olive skin, full lips, and dark, flashing eyes. Her almost massive breasts threatened to spill out of her blouse. When Anthony mentioned that Mike had told him she had a spare key, she smiled wickedly.
"Oh, I should have known that a handsome young man wasn't coming to the door for me. You're obviously a friend of Michael's. Oh the shenanigans you young fellows must get into together over there!" She added, just as she handed over the key, "Oh, what I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall when you men are carousing around." She said that last bit with a slightly husky edge to her voice, and a wink.
Anthony stammered and blushed.
Once in Mike's house, he showered and prepared himself. That included rubbing baby oil all over his body, from head to toe. He liked the sheen of the oil on his flesh. Then he lit a fire in the fireplace. The candles were next. The big soft blanket was laid on the floor in front of the fire. Music.
Anthony laid down in the glow of the fire, letting it warm his skin. His cock was rock hard, and had been for some time. He took the K-Y and slathered two fingers before reaching down behind to massage and lubricate his fuck hole.
The key turned in the lock at five minutes after nine. Mike entered the room. Anthony was reclined on the nest of pillows. His right hand was on his cock, and he had two fingers as deep as he could get them inside of himself.
Mike didn't say a word. First, the shirt came off. Then shoes. He unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. Then the briefs dropped, exposing the rigid rod that Anthony had been dreaming about for most of the day.
Anthony went to his knees when Mike stepped closer. He looked up and their eyes met. "Fuck my mouth." he said, and slid his lips around the throbbing shaft.
Mike fucked his mouth. And in less than two minutes, Anthony received the reward he sought. Hot jets of jizz pulsated across his tongue, down his throat, and dribbled down to his chest. When the last shudder of orgasmic ecstasy rocked Mike's body, Anthony reclined to the blanket and drew his legs back.
"Now fuck me." he said, almost authoritatively.
Mike knelt between his young lover's legs. Their mouths met as Anthony guided Mike's thick root to his hole. Anthony gasped as Mike's thick muscle smoothly opened his anal ring. A pause, then Mike shoved himself balls deep.
Anthony let out a gentle cry and began to cum. His liquid joy erupted on to his belly. Mike shoved a hand between their bodies, then pressed his cum-smeared fingers to Anthony's mouth. They kissed some more.
Their mating was sweaty and urgent, and they fucked until they both came one more time before separating.
"That was incredible." Anthony purred.
"Yes it was." Mike replied after a few seconds. "It was everything I'd been hoping for since the Georgia state line."
They quietly basked in the warmth of the fire, for a while.
"Mrs. Greenberg seems like quite the lady." remarked Anthony after a lengthy silence.
"Oh, yes. She's a swinging widow, you know. She can suck cock, and she likes to get ass-fucked once in a while."
"A swinging widow? And how do you know this?"
"Oh, I try to be a good neighbor. And she's invited me to one of her swinger parties. I fucked her ass while a couple of people watched, and she loved it."
By the time Mike finished telling about the night at Mrs. Greenberg's, they were both hardening again. They spent several minutes caressing each other's love muscles. Then Mike rolled to his belly and hitched his ass into the air. He reached back with both hands and spread his cheeks. Anthony leaned over and ran his tongue from Mike balls to his scrotum and pucker hole.
He stood and straddled his lover. Grabbed his cock and aimed it at the offering. He delighted in the feel of his cockhead against Mike's opening.
"Yes." urged Mike. "Shove it in. Fuck me like a man."
Anthony had lubed himself up, and only needed to press forward. And he did, shaking with pleasure at the feeling of Mike's body yielding to his manhood. He was thrilled at the sight of Mike's love opening stretching to accommodate his urgent love muscle. Then he was balls deep, and they became one.
