My wife and I have a live-in now.
It started as a boytoy thing, but I'll be damned if we're not catching feelings.
Tyler is 20. Mel and I hooked up with his stepdad, then his stepdad brought Tyler over last October for a session with just me. They'd been jerking off together since Tyler's graduation weekend.
We had a pretty good time. I ended up unloading into Tyler as he lay there on the guest bed.
Stepdad decided not much later that he should ought to focus on his marriage. Tyler liked hanging out with me so I arranged for him to use the guest bedroom on weekends, since he's going to Georgia Tech and our place is an hour closer than his folks.
Months pass. Tyler, positive he was gay, has now screwed my wife Melanie once a week since her birthday at the end of March. Sometimes more.
Sure, we do three-way stuff. Tyler sleeps in bed with us now. Mel, Tyler, the French Bulldog and myself in the king size. Dog gets kicked out when we get frisky.
Melanie has the sex drive of five frat boys. I knew I couldn't keep up with her when we were dating, so we decided early on we'd have an open relationship. It's worked out now for 19 years together, 15 married.
However, Tyler came into our lives. Great guy, fun, brings out great parts of us in everything, not just sexually. Since he's been around we've grown as people, not just horndogs.
It's weird. Mel and I have both had tons of regular hookups, some lasting years, but never got affectionate. We've been able to isolate just each other for almost 20 years. Now, there's this younger guy who's...well, I'm not going to say she and I are 'in love' with him...not yet.
But on the horndog side, he can almost keep up with Mel. She's bi and has a couple girlfriends. Married chicks she goes for mimosas with at Sunday brunch or shopping weekends in Miami, that just happen to eat each other out like a buffet when they're away from the husbands.
Because he and Mel have this almost balanced libido, she invited him to a swinger's party. She and I went last July when it had been held in Charleston. This year it was Myrtle Beach.
I warned him, the guys there are typically 'bi curious', so watch out. Last time there were 7 couples including us, and I'd blown every 'curious' guy there over the weekend. Two of them had fucked me.
Afterwards I had correspondence with every one of them. Still do for about three.
So I reluctantly bid them goodbye at the South Terminal for their flight. I got a look or two when I kissed Mel like I was going to miss her desperately. I got all the looks when I kissed Tyler mostly the same way a second later.
Catching feelings...sigh...shitloads of hookups and roommates and every other damn thing Mel and I have done, and we're getting affectionate with this one.
Personally, I needed to vent. My goal was to get such cock once a week this year. I'd been just fine, then Tyler started staying with us. Since the end of the semester I think there's been probably five days we haven't fucked around in some way.
One thing neither he nor Mel is into is watersports. He knows I am and tried it out once, didn't dig it. Mel will hoist that freak flag for me periodically, but the only way she gets into it is by seeing me get into it.
I chilled out in the cellphone lot until Mel called to say they were at their gate. I turned the car towards midtown.
By the time I got the text that they were boarding, I was wearing a towel and walking through the place, eyeing the few other people around.
One guy and I had locked glances a couple times. I was checking the room hallways and we'd passed each other possibly on purpose.
He was about 5'5", slender build. Probably late 20's or early 30's, shaved head, a couple of well-done throwback tattoos...Philadelphia Eddie stuff I think.
Nice smile, "Pardon me" we'd exchanged at least three times, chuckling to each other on the last.
I made my way to the dungeon/play area. A string of booths with gloryholes were to the right as you walked in. One older dude was lying on a large table stroking himself lazily. He appeared to be chasing the dragon, but instead of opium it was sex. He looked like he'd reached the end of experience and nothing excited him much.
His limp cock was the tell. I've been with a lot of people in a lot of locations, and even though I was the only person on the little stool in the gloryhole booth, nobody to play with, I was still hard enough to break things.
Anyone who's ever been to somewhere you can be anonymously serviced is either very turned on or off, I've never met anyone in the middle. But even when you're just there, maybe going into a bathroom with a patched-up gloryhole in the stall wall, your imagination can go wild. Wondering about the encounters or what you might have done.
When I'd left my phone in the room, all of my hookup apps and accounts had been open. It's early on a Wednesday after all, I'm not going to be inundated...I'm not going to be inundated even at the best of times lol.
The guy from the hallway walked by, then back the other way. I nodded. I'd pushed the little stool against the wall and was chilling back, just thinking about all the adventure it had seen.
I hadn't seen him without the towel, so when he stopped at the doorway to the room and leaned, I noticed the material was tenting a bit. "Blatant_bi_guy, right?" He took a large drink from a water bottle.
My smile widened. Whether or not I'm going to screw around with a dude, it's nice to be noticed. I have a pretty unique chest tattoo in my profile, I've even been recognized while wearing white t-shirts.
"I'm (screen name). I looked at your profile. I think we're into similar stuff. You think maybe?" He asked, reaching down to rub the bulge in his towel.
I grinned, "Dude, it's a bathhouse. Normally folks ask after their dicks are out."
He pulled his towel loose.
His prick was one of my favorite shapes. Neatly trimmed and designed pubic hair. Tight, smooth sack with decent sized orbs inside. A smooth, somewhat narrow shaft and much wider, bright purple and bulging head. Just a hair beneath or above six inches. Maybe exactly.
My eyes concentrated on the tip though. A reexamination gave me the impression that his corona was nearly half again the width of his shaft. If he was into fucking, it'd be awesome.
(If every cock is your favorite shape, do you actually have a favorite?)
