Even as they were neighbors, Marks house was ten minutes away by car. He had a sweet little queenslander and a seriously flashy looking ute for a farmer that must have cost at least double the price of my special edition Falcon.
Jona told me that Mark had a Swede living with him and I'd be tagging along with her and or Mark to see how the farm worked. Apparently she was some woman and by the description it sounded like Jona wasn't the one I had to be worried about getting me randy. Bi and kinky, was there anything else a man could possibly want in a woman?
But oh... the moment I saw Mark I knew my stay there would be even more of a torture. Now that guy was hot.
Mark was huge. He had to be close to a hundred kilos, if not more. He was just big and tall, a lot of muscle and a nice healthy layer of soft. I was willing to bet that the guy hadn't seen the inside of a gym in his life, just his work and a healthy appetite making him look like that. And don't get me started with the body hair, he looked hairy all over and I hoped he's back wasn't - I had a weird love and hate relationship with body hair. The more the better, but not the back, just not the back.
And his face. Wide face with a flat nose. He must have been partially aboriginal, dark eyes, dark undertone to his light skin. Plus top that all off mid length full beard and chin length hair, which both looked like that he barely bothered to even cut them himself, not to mention actually having to leave the house and let anyone else do it.
And the worst part of it was that he didn't even try, it was rather a 'I was stranded on a deserted island' look. He was almost unattractively unkept and care free, but he wore that look so bloody well, I think I hadn't seen anyone that sexy in a while.
It's ridiculous how much trouble I would have to go through to even look remotely close to that, but him... 'I woke up like this' didn't nearly cover it.
He was a hug person and there was no way on earth I could hide my raging boner from that hug. Jesus he must have had felt it, but I did hope he didn't notice or would write it off as something I had in my pocket.
And a sweet low voice, so warm and fuzzy. Everything about him was like he'd be a real live teddy bear, but there was something sad about him as well... My absolute favourite: sugar and spice and everything nice with a little bit of chemical blue.
Now that man I had to have. It would have had to be a miracle that Mark would have been interested in me, but I hoped.
Oh yeah, and Kate. Fuck. It was some time I'd seen a true tomboy. So masculine, yet so feminine, her femininity shining through her rough look. She was almost everything I found attractive, all together in one shell.
Her face I loved the most. Sweet almond eyes on a round face, cute upturned nose, downturned lips that turned so beautifully up when she smiled and how her smile brought those lovely little smile wrinkles to her eyes.
We weren't even past hellos, before she asked "John, you smoke?" skipping absolutely all the formalities.
To the vast majority of people that would have sounded rude, but damn, I appreciated such straightforwardness, she'd be an excellent colleague. Hell, she'd probably be an excellent everything to me.
"Yeah, I smoke." I said trying to sound as if life wasn't shoving it's dick down my throat that very moment. Actually I'd prefer to have a dick shoved down my throat compared to the situation I was in - having three absolutely spectacularly fuckable people tease me like that.
I had to have one of them. I usually had nothing against my sex drive, but this was a fucking tease. I'd literally drop down on my knees between them and beg for them to use and abuse me as they pleased. Yes, I have to admit that I'm borderline sex addict.
"Join me, will you?" she offered casually, giving me an approving crooked smile with a hint of mischievous. That woman was sexy as fuck. They all were sexy as fuck, one better than the other.
"Sure." I agreed and watched her turn, teasing me with the sight of her bubble butt as she walked toward the back porch. She had to be in martial arts with that body, like had to be.
I followed her outside and searched for a smoke that I already desperately needed as she gazed at me like I'd be an object of study, scanning me up and down with curious eyes behind her poker face, before lighting her cigarette.
"You're bi aren't you?" she asked simply and took a puff of her smoke, her eyes watching my every move.
What was her agenda? She already looked as if she'd already have a plan behind her eyes and I wondered what it was.
"I am." I tried to say as easily as she did and took a good puff of my smoke as I studied her a little closer. She definitely eyefucked me, but there was more to it. Well of course there was more to it, why would a woman as if a man is bi, if she didn't have more in her mind than fucking me.
"Mark's gay." she noted casually.
"What?" I asked bewildered.
Damn, so I did have a chance with him. I never had a guy like him. I already felt myself tingle thinking about him. Was he a top? A guy like him must be a top. Hell, I didn't care - I was an everything goes person.
"He's in the closet. I'm the only one who knows around here." She told on and wrapped her lips around her cigarette so fucking beautifully and I was torn. I wanted her lips, but I wanted Mark too. God, I hoped I didn't have to choose. But then it clicked in my head.
"Wait... Jona doesn't know that his fucking best friend is gay?" I asked, stunned as how the fuck one can keep a secret like that from the person he should be the closest to.
"Nah, he wants to tell him, but he's scared to death about it. Something about his parents and one of Jonas brothers being a homophobe. Plus I think he has a life long crush on him." Kate almost muttered, clearly feeling sympathetic for him.
"Oh damn." I mumbled. To have a crush for someone so close to you and not act? I could barely not act just meeting them.
"I don't know. If he doesn't tell him soon, I'll tell him myself before I leave."
"You think Jona'll be fine with that?" I asked, glancing inside. They looked so... postcard like.
"I think he's gotten a tiny bit bicurious, so I guess he'll be fine." She said, finishing her smoke and found another one.
"Jona and bicurious? Fucking hell, I've been trying to schmooze him for years."
"I don't know if you've noticed, but that guy doesn't take hints."
"Oh hell, absolutely not. But, you think Mark'd go for me?"
As we finished our cigarettes and started new ones Kate filled me in about Marks sex life and preferences. Somewhat the usual closet story, but intriguingly he apparently was a very keen bottom and quite submissive. He'd even admitted to her once that getting face fucked turned him so on, that he even has cummed without touching himself as he got used like that. And top that all off with the fact that he asked Kate to fuck him more often than not.
We both admitted our undeniable attraction to each other, but she said she'd be leaving the country soon and won't ever come back and I was getting promoted any week now. I wouldn't go and she wouldn't stay - not that either one of us had asked the other to.
I knew she'd be like heroin to me, I taste her once and... And I wondered if she had a similar reason for not having me.
So it had to be like that.
"Fuck Kate... if you ever come back, I'll fucking crawl to you." I sighed exhaling smoke.
"I seriously doubt it. But if you ever feel sick of this country..." she offered, giving me sad smile.
"I seriously doubt it." I shrugged, thinking I could live well without her.
"Alright, how about we make Mark dream about you all night before you fuck him in the office tomorrow?"
