For Rick, having his secret heartthrob visit exceeded his wildest fantasies. All characters involved in sexual activity are at least eighteen years old
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The Trouple
Chapter 01
I recently received an unexpected call from Gary, a friend I went to college with. Gary was captain of the swim team, then with a sculpted swimmer's body. We emailed and texted intermittently in the five years since leaving college but had not talked since graduation.
He was getting married shortly and was bringing his fiancee to Santa Cruz, California, for a wine-shopping trip for the wedding. Through our texting and emails, he knew I was familiar with the wineries in the area. Left unsaid was that some of the vintners were friends and lovers.
I jumped at the chance to tour the wineries with them and invited them to stay with me. I was delighted when he accepted, hoping that I could convince him to fuck me. My success in getting him to fuck me exceeded my wildest fantasy.
All the pent-up lust came flooding back as I remembered watching him on swim meet days. He and the rest of the team cut powerfully through the water, their solid pecs and biceps rippling with energy and vigor.
Gary was tall and athletic with a competitive swimmer's sleek, well-muscled body. He always had crowds of girls around him. Since he never indicated he might be gay as I was, I worshiped him from afar.
Time had brought about a marked societal change in attitudes toward the LGBTQ community. However, a reputation could still be sullied by associating with gay people.
I liked him when I first spotted him in line at freshman orientation. He always wore faded jeans that emphasized his tight, shapely ass, and usually had a significant bulge at the front that inspired my lust and imagination.
At one point, I even considered joining the swim team to be near him in the changing rooms and showers. However, I met other gay classmates, some of whom became my lovers, and he and I became good friends, but nothing more.
College was my first opportunity to openly indulge my gayness since coming out as an 18-year-old senior in high school. In high school, it was stolen moments in the locker room, bathrooms, etc.
My gym teacher was married with three kids. He was in the closet, but hooked on sucking cocks. He repeatedly kept me after class and blew me in the shower. He told me about hanging out at truck stops sucking off truck drivers.
I fucked my first ass when I was a high school senior in the sleeper section of a Peterbilt truck. He must have weighed 300 pounds, wore lace panties under his jeans, and came in quarts. The truck name was appropriate, and I was hooked.
Chapter 02
My college dorm roommate took my anal virginity, and I took his. Those were halcyon days for me. He and I met like-minded people and had mini-orgies in our dorm room.
Through all this, I lusted after Gary. That was all six or seven years ago.
I busied myself tidying the flat until it was time for them to arrive.
I trembled with anticipation when the doorbell finally rang. I was not disappointed when I opened the door. He stood there looking like he had the last time I saw him. He even seemed to be wearing the same old pair of skintight jeans.
He may have put on the tiniest amount of extra weight; however, he still had the trim, lithe figure that I remembered. He also still had that bulge, which made me salivate when I saw it.
Maybe my glance dwelt too long on it. I was momentarily mesmerized by the distinct outline of his cock, and balls pushed tight against the faded denim. He cleared his throat to get my attention and introduced Carol, his fiancée. I acknowledged her and ushered them inside. I offered them glasses of an excellent locally grown merlot and a marijuana vaporizer.
We sipped wine, toked, and chatted about old times and various mutual friends and acquaintances. Carol seemed nice, and before long, I felt as if I had known her for as long as I had known Gary.
She was pretty, slim, and petite with a shapely but not overly endowed figure. Because of her waifish appearance, it struck me that she could be mistaken for a boy under the right circumstances.
It was pretty late when they arrived, and they had a long flight. Before long, they said they wanted to go to bed.
I showed them to the spare room, which adjoined mine. I went into the kitchen, washed the wine glasses, and tidied up for the morning.
Eventually, I got into my bed. As I lay there, I heard giggling through the flimsy walls of my beachfront bungalow. As the minutes ticked by, the sounds became louder and more insistent.
The giggling gave way to cooing and sighing. I fantasized about Carol sucking Gary's stiffening cock. These thoughts affected my cock, which was tenting my sheets.
The bedsprings creaked as they changed position. Desperate gasps from both of them signified that he was easing his throbbing cock into her cunt. The gasps were now regularly spaced grunts and synchronized with the bedsprings' heaving, thrusting, and twanging.
I stroked my cock furiously as I imagined Gary's sexy ass thrusting and his big dick slipping and sliding in her juicy cunt. The grunts came more slowly now, but louder as he moved harder and deeper with each stroke.
Feeling a massive orgasm coming, I paused in jacking myself off. I wanted to prolong my excitement as long as possible.
"Fuck me harder, Gary... faster... make me cum," Carol screamed, grunting and gasping as he screwed her.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she cried.
"Me too, baby, me too!"
The sound of them orgasming was too much for me. I spurted waves of hot cum all over my chest. Then I fell asleep.
During the night, I was awakened two or three more times when the silence was broken by them fucking. They were insatiable!
As I lay awake listening to them, I schemed how I might arrange to have Gary fuck me.
The next day, I was up early to drive to Monterey for client meetings. All the way there and throughout the day, I thought about the fantastic fuck sessions I'd overheard the previous night. My cock was rigid all day, reminding me that I needed to do something about relieving my sexual frustration that evening.
I attended several meetings, but my mind wasn't on the proceedings. Instead, visions of Gary and Carol fucking in my spare room kept drifting into my consciousness. Even during the meetings, my hand disappeared under the table to gently stroke my aching cock. I left the last meeting and hurried home.
It was about six o'clock when I got home, and Gary and Carol were preparing a Cobb salad for us in the kitchen. It was an unusually sweltering day for the Monterey Bay area, and they were dressed for the weather.
Carol wore a skimpy string bikini, essentially three triangles of strategically placed cloth held together by dental floss. Gary wore skin-tight speedos that emphasized his cock bulge. He was bare-chested, and my eyes feasted on his mouth-watering physique. I went into the bathroom to shower and change into a swimsuit.
