On my way back to the Ranch, I called Michael and told him to meet me there. What I didn't tell him was that Byron, our pool boy, was there.
I had told Byron to park his truck behind The Club House and wait for me inside. I knew Michael would find Byron inside, but I didn't care.
I parked Tammy's Navigator in the garage and walked into the house, into the kitchen, and found Michael leaning against the cabinet and Byron sitting at the kitchen table.
I looked at Michael and nodded, then to Bryon and asked, "Are you ok, son?"
Byron answered, "I guess. How was Maci? She liked, flipped the switch!"
I said, "She's confused. But only time will tell."
Michael asked, "What's going on?"
So I told him. Everything.
He needed to know. He lives this lifestyle.
Once all of the cards were on the table, Michael said, "Byron, what do you need?"
Byron said, "I think I need a dick in my ass!"
And I said, "And one in your mouth too!"
Michael was startled as I took the young man's hand and started leading him towards mine and Tammy's bedroom.
I looked over my shoulder and said, "Join us, son. We will make this special!"
We stood in a triangle, holding each other, kissing one then the next, our hands exploring the next one's body, squeezing each other's ass. Little by little clothes began shedding, boots, socks, and houseshoes until the three of us were in our birthday suits.
I told Byron to drop to his knees and take Michaels cock in his mouth.
Michael moaned, and pushed his hips forward, running his hands through Bryons hair, and smiled.
I said, "He's a natural-born cocksucker, is he not?"
Byron eagerly continued to swallow all of Michael's eight-plus inches of dick, as Michael said, "Oh fuck yeah! Damn, that tongue action! Suck that cock, buddy, suck that big dick.... You're fucking hot!"
