Study Scott

[PDuvalEE]

So we do a tour of Jackson and we learned more about the area than we would have on our own. We also met with two realtors, both of which were fine. House, condo, town or country? Big decisions, but we didn’t know enough to choose. So we just looked.

“I like being in town. I like the activity and being with people.” I say to Scott, as we walk down the street. “You liked looking at that guy's cock. I saw it and I saw you looking at him.” And Scott just shakes his head.

“What are you and Meg doing tonight?” And we’ve gotten into an easy rhythm. He and Meg are ‘dating’ and I’m trying to keep out of it. We’ve talked about my getting a separate room so they can have their privacy, but Meg seems to like bringing Scott to her place for some alone time. If she crashes with us at the F.S., then she knows it gonna be a 3 way. I haven’t had Scott alone since we first met Meg. Yeah, I miss it…but I know how important this is for Scott, and I need him to do what he needs to do.

So that leaves me with a little more free time than originally planned. And I get bored very easily. “Hey Brett, any suggestions for the evening? I am butt-ass bored out of my mind?” And Brett actually, in a teasing way, backs up to look at my ass. “It’s a lovely ass, sir, to be bored of.” He replies. Cheeky sod.

“Well, we have some excellent restaurants this evening we can recommend. The toboggan run will be open on Friday, but you could hike or bike up the mountain. You can also go out to one of the fire-pit BBQ spots, which is always fun. Or you can do what I’m planning to do, which is head out to Eternal Springs and have a good soak.” Bingo. This guy has pushed buttons since I met him. I wanna see what other buttons he has to push.

“Gosh, the Eternal Springs sounds just like what I need. I can get a quick run in and then head up there. What’s the best time? And how do I get there?”

“Anytime is a good time for the Springs, sir. It depends on what sort of experience you are looking for. It can get quite Bacchanalian as the evening progresses.” Brett shares with me.

“Oh, do tell, please?”

“Well, sir, I’d rather not get into full details in the lobby as it wouldn’t be appropriate.” Is he blushing? “The Springs are officially clothing optional, but most people don’t wear anything. That leads to some interesting times, as people mingle amongst the 3 pools. And the crowd usually self-segregates around sexual preferences across the pools. The later you go, the more is resembles a Roman orgy. People become really very un-inhibited.” And I just want to kiss Brett.

“Sounds like my kinda place” and I break into a grin, with some excited overtures. “Yes, sir, I thought it might be” as he looks me directly in the eyes.

“What time are you heading up there, Brett? Any chance I can tag along with you? I can easily Uber back here.” Dead eye lock.

Yes, Brett, I want to see your ‘magnum’ cock, and I want to have sex with you. To have sex, I need you and me to be naked. Then I need your cock to be hard. Then I need you to put your cock into my ass and push it back and forth and in and out until white stuff spews out of my very erect cock. I want to feel your cock in my ass from tonight through to next Tuesday. Copy?

“My shift ends at 6:00 and, all going well, I was planning to head up there then. If that is convenient for you, and I’d be happy to give you a ride.” As straight-faced as they come. He totally knows he’s going to fuck my ass. This guy has game. He’s the concierge at the FOUR SEASONS. He’s HOT and he must get the opportunity to fuck whatever ass he wants, left, right and center. Fuck. This is gonna be fun. As I go for my run.

 

[PDuvalEE]

I Grab my gym bag, figuring that’s about all that I’ll need for the hot springs. And my bag is very well packed. I meet Brett in the lobby and I follow him out to the employee parking lot. And fuck, that ass. Nice, tight, round and firm. But all I’m thinking about is ‘I get to see his MAGNUM cock!!!’ Fucking size queen.

“So tell me about Brett – where do you live, where did you grow up, what do you do for fun” and we start an easy conversation. His phone rings, and it’s synched up with his car, so it’s not a private call. On his phone is the caller ID which states “Bootie Call” – “Hey Mel, how’s it going. I’ve got a guest in the car with me and we are heading out to Eternal Springs.” He works in quickly. “”Hey Babe, just wanted to call before I head into my shift. Going to be a long one. Enjoy the Spings, wish I could be there with you. And hello guest! Have, fun, too!” and you can tell from her voice that she’s a pretty girl. And fun. Fuck. Dick wilt. Another f-ing Str8 boy! Fuck it.

“Sorry man, that was Melanie. She’s a shift doctor at the hospital and she’s on night duty for the next few weeks.” As he looks over at me and keeps on driving. “She sounded nice. Wife or girlfriend?” And Brett smiles. “Fiance, actually. We don’t have a date yet, but it was nice to find her and we live together and it’s been great.” Fuck.

So we pull into the parking lot and there are a bunch of cars there, maybe halfway full. I pay a small fee and Brett flashes his card which must be some sort of free admission thing. Open locker area and you can hear showers going in another room. This is my world, and I’m scoping out what I can.

A few good looking dudes in various stages of undress. “Just watch your ass, man. A pretty boy like you will be much sought after” as Brett takes his shoes and shirt off. “Pretty boy? Me? Listen fuck-wad, anyone is a Pretty Boy in this room, it’s gonna be you. And I’ll bet you odds that you get hit on way before I do. I mean, look at your guns, man! Spectacular!” and he puts his shoes and shirt into his locker, and removed his pants. Not commando. Well, I’d suspect the F.S. might frown on that. But his ass is phenomenal. Bubble butt. Fuck I want to put my face in there. And yes, I’m staring as he drops his boxers. Fuck.

“Dude, stop staring at my ass and hurry up and get undressed.” As he turns to me naked, and with an amazing uncut 6” softie, fat and pretty and fucking hot! “Get the staring out of the way, Ethan. I know you like cock and don’t think I don’t know you’ve been perving on me since you met me.” And he smirks at me. As I drop my pants. I’m commando. Let him look. I want him to see and admire my penis. It’s doing me proud. “I’ve not been perving on you. You are a little conceited, don’t you think?” and we stand naked facing each other. “Ethan, you are in the honeymoon suite with a straight man, and you’ve had multiple 3-ways with the very attractive Meg. Augusto says he fights to bring room service to your suite as you and Scott are always naked. And I’m a red-blooded man with a strong body and ample cock. I know you want to look at it and touch it, so go ahead.”

I look at him like he has 2 heads. “Touch it? No thanks, Brett. But thanks for the offer.” And I smirk at him. And we put flip flops on and wrap towels around us and walk to the springs. Not how I would have played that. Nope, not A-game. That cock is spectacular!

Okay, so I stood up on principle, but I just f’d my self cuz I passed up a legal opportunity to touch his cock. You are so fucking stupid. “Let’s get us some beers” and Brett takes me over to the bar. And we are scoping out the springs. Lots of good looking dudes in there. And a few attractive women. And a lot of close together and where are their hands. And she’s on his lap. And that guy is on that guy’s lap. Fuck. This is my kind of place!

“Watch out for that guy. He’s super aggressive. And that guy, too. Doesn’t take ‘No’ for an answer”, as we lower ourselves into the warm water. And it’s nice. “Hey Brett” and cute blond guy comes over. You can stand in this part of the spring and the water comes to just below the start of his pubes. Fuck, he should be taller. And there are a LOT of cocks to see. Fuck. “Hey Tom. How are they hanging today?” And Tom reaches down and fondles his balls, “Kinda low, due to the warm water. Wanna play with them?” And he gives a questioning look, as he goes to sit beside Brett. HHHhhhmmmmmm. Something is going on here. “Ethan, Tom, Tom, Ethan” And he looks over at me. “New squeeze, Brett? He’s a little old for you, isn’t he? Thought you liked them young?” and Brett glances at me. Awkward. “Ethan is a guest at the hotel. I’ve brought him up so he can see some of the local culture. Now go take a hike.”

And Brett turns to me. “Sorry about that” and he just rests in the water. “Um. Tell me it’s none of my business, but ‘young’?” And Brett just sighs and turns to me. “I like to fool around with guys every now and then, okay? I don’t do it all of the time and how can you not when you are in a place like this.” And takes a swig of his beer. And I just smile at him, as I get up and he can see my semi. “Let me get us some more beers”. Fuck. Happy Dance!

He’s talking to another hottie when I get back with the beers. But he dismisses him and I don’t get an intro. Too bad. “So, like, Ethan. This is awkward. You are a guest of mine and you are totally fucking hot and we CANNOT do anything, okay. I have to work for you tomorrow.” And all I hear is “I want to fuck you so badly”…and I just look at him. I hand him his beer and I move behind him, so I can hold him in my arms. My cock is at semi and is on his back. And we just sit and look and wait. And I feel a hand on my knee, and he puts his head back on my neck. “Fuck but you feel good”. And I reach around and he’s totally hard. Fuck.

So we are enjoying ourselves and exploring each other and admiring the crowds. And we see couples doing all sorts of intimate acts. One guy is blowing a dude as the dude sits on the edge of the springs. Another is definitely getting fucked by his buddy. Bobbing up and down his arms around his guys neck. Fuck.

“Fuck, um, Brett. This is very stimulating and all, but I need to get fucked. And badly and now. So you can put out, or I need to go mingle.” And Brett turns around and smiles at me. Direct eye contact, “you know we are a full service hotel, right” and Brett stands with his stiffy popped out the water and he goes over and grabs a Vaseline jar. Ah. Good call. And smears a blob onto his cock. He gives me the “come here” with 2 fingers, and I join him, and he applies a liberal amount to my ass. He sits down in the water and pulls me on to him, facing him. He lines my hole up with is cock and he pushes in. And we have direct eye contact until he pierces me and my eyes roll back. FUCK. Then he pushes up again. And he seat fucks me, while working my cock. Fuck. Does this feel good.

Then he grabs me and stand up and puts my back to the wall and standing fucks me. Fuck. Tosses me up and down like I’m a floppy doll. “Fuck dude. You are tight.” And does a few rapid thrusts. Fuck, he is jerking my cock and it feels too good and he’s getting me to the brim. “Brett, I’m getting close” and he piston fucks me again, and “Fuck” I start coming and he keeps going. And he just rams his magnum-needing cock in on a thrust and “FUUUUCCCCKKKK!” Shoots a rope of cum out. Fuck. Double Fuck. Fuck. And we just hold onto each other. Yeah, we had an audience. Guys spanking it. Another couple fucking. Aint life grand? I love Wyoming.

I gotta bring Scott here. Trigger his ass and get me some! Fuck!

 

[PDuvalEE]

So we hung out at the Springs for a little bit, and then Brett had to leave. I was fine staying for a little longer and checking out the crowds. Walking around nude is totally up my alley! I took a shower and paid attention to the new folks coming in. Any hot guys worth getting to know. But then I get bored, get dressed and went back to the hotel.

“Hey man, where have you been? You look very relaxed!” As Scott hands me a beer from the in-room fridge. “And Meg’s working tonight, so it’s just you and me until tomorrow – what do you want to do?” And fuck if that doesn’t stir the imagination. Well, have sex with you for one. Then maybe again. And then again in the morning. Maybe eat, maybe not. Maybe smoke, maybe not. Nope, just sex. With my Str8 bud, sorry ‘hubby’.

“Brett took me up to these cool hot springs. ‘Eternal Springs’ and it was awesome, I’ve already decided I needed to bring you there.” And I tell him about my experience there, leaving some details (like the fuck) out. “Cool, want to go now?” and I glance at my watch and it’s almost 9:30. The place will be a fuck zone. “I think you might want to go a little earlier. Brett says it’s quite ‘Bacchanalian’ late night, and I’m not sure you are up for a Roman-style orgy.” Which is putting it lightly. Fuck, the amount of asses pounding pussy and other asses as I left was clap-worthy.

“What, you don’t think I can handle a little action? Dude, I’m a recovering sex addict!?! I’ve DONE more shit than what goes on at a nude hot springs. Even in Jackson Hole! C’mon, let’s go. I want to get laid!” and he is raring to go.

“Umm, Scott. Can we talk a minute?” and he turns and looks at me like I’m some kind of nut. “Sure” as he literally taps his foot.

“Look, I’m really excited that you and Meg are working out. It’s what we talked about, and what we wanted for you, and I’m glad a version of it is happening. The thing is, I got quite used to being your go-to guy. I miss being with you, and I miss having sex with you. Yeah, the Springs would be fun, but I can see you fucking some hot chick with great tits. When this is my first alone time with you in, like, weeks, and I want you to be with me.” And, yes, I pretty much pouted there. This is why I don’t like chicks as much as dicks. And here I am acting just as bad as one.

“Oh, is little baby boy needing some love from Daddy? Hmmm?” And he thinks it’s quite funny. “Look, I appreciate this is a tough thing for you, caught in the middle, like. But you need to deal with it. So grab your shit and let’s get up to this Springs place.” Who’s being the big man now?

“Deal with it – that’s absolute bullshit. How can you say that to me?” and we leave the room.

“For a smart and hot fuck, you can be a dumb ass.” And he calls the elevator and soon we are at the car.

“Ethan. Stop pouting. You are being such a baby and frankly I’d like to spank you. Right here, right now, bare assed and over my knee. CCTV and all!” and I reach for my belt and start to undo it. FUCK, getting spanked in the hotel garage would be fucking awesome!

“I meant metaphysically, ass-wipe. Keep you fucking shorts on.” And he just shakes his head as we get to the car. “How the fuck I ended up with your fucking ass is anyone’s guess. I must have seriously pissed someone off in a past life!”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Scott. Cuz I think you are being an ass!” and I’m pissed.

“E – what do you have on your finger?” he asks, nicely.

“My engagement and then my wedding ring. As you are very well aware, having put both rings there.”

“uh-huh – any ‘clicks’ yet? Waiting here, E. Not a hard leap here, c’mon, get the wheels spinning with the gerbils in there.”

“Scott, WTF are you talking about, I don’t have time for this shit.”

“Ethan. I run one of the largest companies entire western operations. I talk to groups of thousands of employees pretty much every week. While I am not a celebrity, I am a well-know person. With like thousands of employees right here in Jackson, and I’m betting some at the Springs. Got it yet?” and he turns to look at me.

“No”

“Dude, you are so fucking dense. We negotiated a doubling of salary for you because we were ‘married’ and I wasn’t coming out here unless you did. Getting it now?”

“No”

“Dude, you are seriously pissing me off. I CANT FUCK ‘SOME HOTTIE WITH NICE TITS’ because according to Apex, we are MARRIED. And they ALL know we are ‘GAY’ so me FUCKING YOUR DUMB ASS AT THE SPRINGS, is what they expect to see. And they’ll be fine with that. ‘Oh, look, there’s Scott and that must be his husband.’ Which is gonna deprive me of some major balls here, but I’m okay with that b/c of all that you do for me.”

And then it clicked. “Ah. Yeah. Got it. Sorry about that” and I look over in a ‘no hard feelings kind of way’, but Scott’s just driving.

“And E, we got another problem. I really like Meg and I want to take it further with her…but what am I gonna tell Apex? I can’t ‘divorce’ you after just getting here. Meg and I have to be careful where we go so that we don’t get spotted-out. And it’s fucking with us. And this shit is right up your alley, so tell me my options to fix this?” and he looks over and has pleading eyes.

“That’s easy. Why are Str8 boys always so dumb when it comes to shit like this?”

“Why are fag-boys always so good and shit like this?” good question.

“Self-preservation. We learn if you fuck something up, like get caught looking at the wrong guy’s cock, that you need a quick and believable story to save your ass.” And it’s been true my entire life…cuz I always love looking at the 'wrong' guy's cock.

“Okay, so what’s the solution.”

“I’ll tell you after you fuck me silly”

“E, please don’t play with me. I am really vulnerable right now and I’m heartened that you think you have a solution to a problem that’s really been bothering me. Please, would you please just tell me?” and the look of pleading is real. Dick wad.

“Tell the truth. Not the whole truth, but close enough that you can remember it and live it and make it believable.”

“And? Please say there is more to your solution?” he hadn’t gotten his click moment yet either. But being the nice guy that I am, I don’t point it out.

“Look, you are a stud and totally straight and you know there are many people who don’t/can’t and won’t believe you are gay. You are just too opposite of their expectations – and they are right. You are not gay. Gay guys are promiscuous. So we have an ‘open marriage’, with rules about full disclosure. I get to be with other men as long as I always tell you about it, (And Brett fucked me earlier at the Springs, btw) and you get to be with other men or women, if you so choose. And let me tell you, Brainiac, if I ever catch you fucking another dude without my permission, your ass is smoked. But I digress. You have found out that while you love me, you miss female companionship, and that Meg is just really special to you and US. Then over the course of time, we can figure out that the Universal Church would allow you to marry a woman, legally, while not committing bigotry legally, by being ‘married’ to me already. And the 3 way can continue and be perfectly okay. And ALL of your colleagues will be like ‘I knew he wasn’t gay’ and ‘His husband must be some fuck to get a Str8 guy to marry him’ and ‘I always knew he liked pussy. And you guys will be in the clear.”

“Dude, that’s FUCKING brilliant! I knew you would know a way outta this. Fuck dude. Thank you. Oh, and, don’t think I didn’t catch that. You ARE a great fuck and that’s how you got a Str8 guy to marry you.” And he looks happy, relieved almost. But also happy. "And I want to hear all about the Brett thing. Just not right now."

“Go ahead, call her already!” and he looks at me. “You don’t mind? I’ve missed you too, you know?” I shake my head and I hit 'Meg' on his recent calls list…

 

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[PDuvalEE]

So we hit the Springs, and it was hot. Scott liked showing off and two hot studs naked attracts attention, even at a crowded hot spot. Scott was getting looks and touches from passing guys and girls, as was I, but we were able to deflect most of the attention.

I watched as one hot guy worked his way over to us. We are just sitting side by side. Not too close, hands up on the ledge. Just two dudes hanging, admiring the waters and the views. Scott’s commenting on perky breasts, and I’m perving on hunky pecs. You know, the usual for us.

“Hey, guys. You guys new here, haven’t seen you here before.” And he’s kinda cute. Big dude. Over 6’. Nicely built. Can’t comment on below, as it’s in the water.

“Yeah, it’s my first time here. You come here often?” Scott says.

“Yeah, it’s kind of my territory. I make sure everything is clean and legal like. Just checking in with you two ta see if you was buying or selling? Buying, I can get you the best stuff, lmk what works for you. Selling, and we need to have a chat about how that works here and I’ll need your cards.” I’m like WTF is he talking about.

“We aren’t buying or selling, thank you. We are here to enjoy ourselves. And I find your comments odious to say the least.” And don’t poke Scott if you don’t have too.

“So if we were buying, how would that work?” I jump in cuz I was curious. I’ve never bought any, so it’s all new to me, and I knew Scott would dismiss this guy without me getting my questions answered. Hey, you never know.

“Easy, man” as he looks at me. “I’m Rodrigo. You tell me what you’d like, and I make sure a suitable sample is presented to you. You like any, we settle commercially, and I can put you in a nice private location for your enjoyment.”

“Okay, my friend here would like perky brunettes with decent D tits, a curvy in-shape body, and a tight box. I’d like a worked-stud, at least 7” cut or uncut, either is fine. I like men with pretty eyes. What do you have in that department” and Scott looks at me like I’m some sort of zombie.

“Look, Rodrigo. We are NOT buying today. But if you’d like to send some samples of the merchandise over, we will be sure to come back to you when we ARE buying.”

“Scott, lighten up. Let’s see what sort of talent is here.” As Rodrigo leaves us, and he circulates across the springs.

Well FUCK-A-DUCK. We had no idea what we signed ourselves up for.

“Hi, boys, I’m Charlotte. How’s it going tonight” as this stunning brunette stands up in front of us, with truly perky breasts and a tight waist…I know Scott’s hard. We chat. Then Diane shows up as Charlotte leaves.

And fuck all as the hottest stud, William, shows up. FUCK. Broad shoulders. Washboard abs. and his cock, fuck. Then Dennis. Fuck. And then Travis. Fuck.

And Scott has his hands full of a, who is this, ah, Anne. Fuck. It was like a porn show.

“Hey, E, I have like a Code 5 going on here. Can we find somewhere private or even less public than this? Please. Like now.”

And what the public saw was TWO hot and studly men, both with 7’ or 8”+ erections, getting out of the springs and one leading the other with some urgency, after stopping for a scoop of Vaseline, anywhere for some physical release.

And let me tell you. THERE WAS NO WHERE PRIVATE. Every time we’d turn a corner or round a tree, there would be couples or groups engaged in various sexual activities. Guys, girls, guys and guys, groups, body part all over.

“Take me here, Scott. I need you.” As I get onto my back and pull my legs up to my shoulders. “Get in there” and Scott looks around, but he’s fucking desperate. And smears my ass with Vaseline, lines his cock up, leaking precum, and starts his penetration.

And FUCK. Yeah, saw stars. It hurt. A LOT. But getting fucked on the grass, surrounded by at least 50 other couples in various forms of sex. Was. HOT. Not gonna lie. Right into the spank bank. My man taking me, my Str8 man, taking me in plain sight of everyone. Kissing me, tweaking nipples, grinding asses. I went porn star, and yeah, we had people watching. Rodrigo, too, walked smirking by. But damn, he worked my cock and this wasn’t going to take long. Fuck, William was hot. And I’d so fuck Densis. And I could have any of them…

“I’m gonna cum, Scott” and I blow my load and it felt great. And I feel Scott expand in my ass, and my hands go to his taint and I massage his balls. And then I’m feeling his thrust and cum and he does like 7 or so times. And you could feel the tension drain from his body.

So that was nice. Now back to reality. On your back, cock up your ass. Stomach covered in cum. Body in dirt.

“Let’s get into the Springs.” And I push Scott off of me. We get up and we are dirty and cum covered, but smiling.

“That was fucking hot!” and yeah, we got some knowing glances as we got back in. Me fuck-farting my way back.

And Rodrigo came by as we were soaking and reviewed the pricing and payment options. I was surprised the men cost so much more than the women.

“Supply and demand, by friend.” As Rodrigo winks at me and walks away. “LMK when you need some.”

 

[PDuvalEE]

So, you see, I’m not opposed to paying for it, per se. I’ve just never needed to. People have always wanted to pay me. I saw a hot girl or guy that I wanted, it was a question of how much effort did I want to put into it to win this particular pick-up. And I can recall, maybe like 5 or 8, def less than 10 times, NOT getting my target. Sorry, not gonna lie. I’m a catch, with a hot face and if I need to whip it out, a hot cock. People don’t generally say ‘no’ to that combo. Much to my pleasure. And theirs.

But I like the idea, the concept, of ordering up what you’d like. I’ll take a William, and tomorrow please reserve Dennis to see to my needs. Kinda hot, actually. I mean, I pay for massages (Fuck, remember Hamish. I gotta schedule another one) all of the time. And we know what those turn into.

So it’s safe to say that I’m ‘open’ to the concept. Some dude is gonna go all porn star on me and give me a good time, I’m happy to reward them with a wad of cum and a wad of cash. Easy Peasy. Fuck.

Scott got Meg a single room a few floors down from your suite, but I thought it made more sense to make that room mine (keeping up appearances that I was still in the suite) so they could have some privacy. It’s working well. And I love getting bootie calls ‘Get up here, stat’ or having Scott show up, hard-on and all, looking to cum. Yeah, I missed him a little, but we are together for like everything anyway, so it’s working.

I hit the gym and scope out some hotties. My ass is still sore from the pounding Scott gave me this morning. And I love that. Taking a piss at the urinal, thinking if that guy over there knew my ass was sore from getting 8” rammed in there 2 hours ago, he’s move over one urinal. Fuck.

The day passes and I decide to hit the old Cascade. Always fun to be had there. I have a beer or three in the room for some pre-game. Then smoked a little to mellow me out. Fuck, it’s like a 3 block walk. And I put some clothes on that show off the assets – tight T shirt, skinny jeans with room-for-a-bulge, fluff the hair. I’ve started wearing leather bracelets – hey, when in Rome. This cute guy last week talked me through what all of his meant. And it was hot. And we got close. So now I feel ‘hip’, too.

So I make my way to the Cascade and order a Modelo. Place is crowded, so I stand a few deep back, and lean onto these tall tables they have. Checking out the piss splatters and the cocks making them. God, that’s fucking funny. And then, fuck.

Sitting at the bar is the most gorgeous dude, clicking, punching and ripping at every fucking button I have. FUCK. I mean, I like guys, and just about any guy has something to admire. But FUCK. What is it about him. Fuck.

How to describe him. It’s like he had this cool and happy aura around him. He had a cute-ass smile, and the couple he was talking to are smiling and laughing at him. He’s got his feet up on the rungs of the bar stool and he has incredibly hot Timberline boots on. Dust and worked-in. Then a pair of Carhartt work pants, and a plaid shirt, rolled up at the sleeves. Massive arms and beautiful muscled definition. And brown hair, longish by today’s standard. Which he flicks when he leans back to sip his beer. And he was like 4 bracelets on, and I want to know how he got each one. And Fuck, he’s hot. Fuck. I need to get in there. And I’m staring. And he looks over his shoulder at me. And our eyes lock. He’s smiling and toasts me with his beer and a chin nod, and goes back to his friends. FUCK. He. Just. Toasted. Me. Fuck.

Fuck. I mean, where is the confidence when you need it? Why isn’t there a switch where I can flip into A-game. I need turbo drive. Fuck. I have the HOTS and I have no plan or strategy. Fuck. So I do the stupid thing and go in blind. Never a good idea.

So I go to the end of the bar where the bartenders go in and out. GOD is at the end of the bar to my right, talking to his friends on his right. And I order a beer, when the girl gets to me. “He man. How’s it going?” wait. Did GOD just speak to me. I have to stop smoking pot before meeting a hot guy. My head turns in slow motion, and yes, God did ask me how I was doing.

“I’m good man. How you doing tonight?” and I look into his eyes. FUCK. “Well I’m laughing my ass off at this piss shit. It’s fucking hilarious. We’re trying to match the piss and the dick to the guys. And it’s fucking funny.” His friends lean over and say that they need to leave. And there is now an empty seat next to God. “Want to join me? I’m solo tonight” as he nods to the seat next to me. “Sure, man, thanks. I’m Ethan.” As I take my seat. Fuck. I am next to him. And he’s hot. He even smells good. Fuck. “Nice to meet you. I’m Vincent. Vincent Ferraro. But you can call me Vin or whatever you’d like.” And he winks at me. This guy has game. He taps my leg with his leg and nods at a dude pissing. “Poor guy. Look at how tiny his prick is. I feel bad for guys like that.” And he looks at my package. “Clearly not an issue for you” and then up to my eyes. FUCK. Did he just scope me out. I fucking love this place and this guy.

“Look man, I’m bustin to pee, hold my stool for me. And 6’2” of rugby star stud stands and walks with authority over to the men’s room. And then I see him come in. And he is RIGHT in front of me. RIGHT IN FRONT. And he’s leaning in. I see him unzip his pants, and push them down. His ass must be visible. And you see him pull out this large, floppy thing. And he jiggles it and FUCK, Dark Blue wide, like 18” splatter screen. Fuck. And he turns to talk to a guy down the urinal, and you fucking see easy 7” of fat softie in profile. FUCK. And he is doing that for me. Fuck. He shakes, dries the tip on his pants and tucks it all back in.

He comes smiling back to me. “How’d I do?” Fuck. “Nice man, big and blue and I’d say 9 outta 10.” And he feigns being hurt – “why’d a lose a point, I’m totally a 10.” And I just roll my eyes…

“So, Vin – what’s your story? Construction, maybe an architect?” and Vin just takes a sip and tells me his ‘day’ job is in construction and it’s good. He’s working with some buddies and it’ll be about a year and its union and the pay is good. But I’m just taking him in. Fuck.

“You said you had a ‘day’ job, what’s your ‘night’ job? Are you a bartender or something?”

“Yeah, sort of. Working to save up some extra cash to buy a place. And he pulls out his wallet and slides an ID card over the bar to me. Black lettering ‘State of Wyoming’ and bold red type face ‘License of PROSTITUTION’, black letters ‘Vincent FERRARO’, and his picture. Oh.

“I’m required by law to share that with potential clients” and he’s not smiling, but he’s also not laughing any more. Fuck. Shit. No, stick with FUCK. FUCK.

“It’s okay if you want to leave. About half the people I share my ‘night’ work with leave right about now. It’s okay.” And I look into his eyes. Fuck. “What do the other half do?” well, I am curious.

“They stay and generally think about whether they want to fuck me or if they want me to fuck them. As you saw, I’m a big boy. If they are dudes. The chicks generally start squirming cuz I’m getting them wet.” And he winks at me. Fuck.

“What happens when you meet someone you like and you just want to get to know them better?”

And he looks at me and it’s like he pulled the emotion out of his face. “I’m a licensed HOOKER. I don’t meet guys or girls that I want to know better. When I meet that person, then I’ll have to retire. And right now, I need the money.”

 

[PDuvalEE]

FUCK. How do I get myself into these situations. Vincent is gorgeous. I know, I know, Jack was too, and he was a total slut and looked how that ended. But Vincent is a hooker. New definition of slut. Fuck. Am I okay with this? I don’t know.

“Well, let’s have a few beers and see how it goes, huh?” and I order us another round of drinks.

Vincent is actually really funny, and has a great sense of humor. We have a nice time. I like him as a person. Do I fault him for his career and or his financial needs? Hmm. I need a few days to argue that one out.

“Hey, Vin. Any interest in dinner? I’d be happy to treat you? And it would be fun. Pullman’s for a steak?” and Vin looked happy and then not so much. “Pullman’s doesn’t like me on the premises.” But I have an idea of how to fix that.

Click on phone, recent calls, “Hey Brett, I’d like to eat with an old friend at Pullman’s. Can you please see if they have time for us? And do let them know my friend is a licensed prostitute, but he’s not working tonight, and he is known to Pullman’s. Ah ha. Ah ha. Great. Thanks – Let me know”

“Who the hell was that?” Vincent asks, with some interest? “Concierge at The Four Seasons.” And Vin’s like nodding, like, this might work.

I get a text “Table available in 20 minutes. You and your guest are most welcome, Maitre’d is good friend, Harrison, and is in our club. He is expecting you.” Huh. Good to have friends in the right places, I guess.

“Hey, umm. Ethan. It’s nice of you to want to take me to dinner. And I appreciate you want to chat and be friendly. But, ah, I’m working tonight. So I can grab a free bite, but I need to land a job later, so please know my clock is ticking. Is that cool?” And he looks so hot. I love a working man.

And then I get all philosophical. This hot stud, who seems smart. Why is he having to sell his body? Where has society gotten him so wrong? This isn’t right.

“So Vince. Talk to me: Prostitution. I get it’s not a big deal for a young bull like you – but, what happened man, that you need to do this to get by” and he face is locked up tight. Body armor. I get it. Then as our eyes continued to lock, he softened a bit. He looks at the piss splatters, and turns back to me.

“My parents died when I was 13. I had nothing, and I have nothing still. I did the best that I could for myself, but it was never enough. Good union job, I put myself thru junior college, btw – but still no home, no security. No base. I can fuck a few old chicks and fat gay dudes to finally put a roof over my head again. I was homeless on and off for almost 3 years. I only had my body to trade for favors, safety and food. And people wanted my body. That teaches you a lot.”

“So what about Ethan?” and I just stare at him.

And we go to Pullman’s.

 

[PDuvalEE]

Dinner was good. I mean, he is a stunningly good looking man, he carries himself with style and he was witty and funny and teasing and it was good. I liked this guy. Fuck. But you know what it was, it was his sense of humor. His lips had that perpetual smirk like Jon Stewart, and he made everything fun, interesting and humorous. You had to feel good around him.

So we finish up and it’s like the low-mood setting in, Where we had our fun and now we have to go our separate ways. And neither of us appears to want that.

“Look, Vincent. I’ve enjoyed this evening and meeting you. I really, really don’t want it to end. But I respect your need to work. I don’t want to ask you to spend the night for sex, but what would you charge to spend the night with me? Some beers, Netflix, and a nice comfy king-size? They have a pool and gym. You could take your feet and put them up for a night, no? What do you think? And how much?”

And you see his eyes go focused, this is business. No ‘friends and family’ discount, “I usually charge $1,000 for a sleep over…” to which I say, “Fine, done”. Thinking we are over. “And it’s $250 per cum, not per shot, but per cum. And I charge $500 extra if you want to fuck me. TV watching is no extra charge…” and I’m like, this guy has some game. Fuck.

“Look dude, I’ll pay your $1,000 to watch TV with me, and it’ll be the most expensive cable package I’ve ever had. But if and when we decide to go to bed, we would only do it as mutually consenting adults, or you can leave or sleep on the couch. That work?” I mean, I support free enterprise, but I’m not paying for a fuck with a hot dude, that if it is a good fuck (which you know is going to be), we will be dating. For sure. One doesn’t pay for that shit.

His eyes wrangle over business and pleasure. “Half up front.”

Okay, so he’s a business man. “Okay, big guy. Why don’t you walk me to the ATM?” Like how many times has he heard that one…think about it. And as I’m punching my pin into the ATM, I have a bulging cock pressed at my ass and arms wrapped around me. Fuck. This is gonna be good. As Vin nuzzles my neck. Fuck.

I mean, you all know I like attractive men. And Vincent certainly was. And he was a hooker. Fuck. How do you do this to yourself. But we cracked beers, smoked some weed, hung out and it was fun. We both had fun, like not one laughing at the other, but us laughing with each other. The TV never got turned on. It got later.

“So Vince, ah – not gonna lie. But I had a really nice time tonight. I hope you had fun as well?” and Vince just looks at me and says “Dude, you are fan-fucking hysterical and I’ve had a lot of fun tonight. Thanks for being a new friend.” And our eyes lock.

“So, I mean, how does this work? If sex is too much like work, then we can skip it. But I’m really enjoying you, and I’m hard pressed to keep my hands off of you. And I’m not even going to ask you if there is mutual consent, because I know there damn well is.” And I look from his crotch to his eyes.

“Fuck, man, you need to keep out of my Saturday evening’s, cuz no John has ever been as pleasing or as nice as you, so you are kind of, no a ‘lot of’, spoiling me. I’d love to get into bed with you and hold you and feel your body against mine, and anything that happens, happens. Being a person again, even for a little while, is nice. Thank you.”

“Any chance you’d be up for a nice warm shower? I always feel dirty at the end of a hard day.” And Vincent nods. So we stand and start unwrapping, I mean, undressing each other. And each layer off was another sensual surprise.

Pulling his shirt over his head and exposing his lovely hairy pits, earned him a tongue lashing. God, the smell of him was intoxicating. And his muscles firm and tight. Fuck. And he takes my shirt off, and moves onto my nipples. Fuck, they got a tonguing and a tweaking. I like looking up into my man’s eyes.

And undoing his belt, I felt like I was 14 again. I can see the rise in his pants in anticipation. I get to my knees as I unbutton and then unzip his fly. And the presence of his pulsing cock was, heavy, thick and hung. FUCK. Vinny is a big boy. And I look up at him and his eyes are like buzzing. And that cock was across my lips and over my cheeks and through my hair and I just wanted to consume him.

“Fucking Eye-tie boy with the biggest fucking cock. Dude. THIS. THING. IS. MASSIVE!” and Vin chuckles. Takes it in his hand and slaps my face with it.

“Little boy think he can handle my big boy? Cuz I can stretch an ass and mouth out, I’ll ruin you for other dudes, man. Just sayin is all.” And I move in for a kiss. And I like his taste and his stubble and I like the man. Fuck.

He takes the rest of my clothes off of me and steps back. “Damn, dude, you are fucking put-together. Shit. Totally tight and that’s an awesome cock,” which he slaps and then puts our cocks together. He’s longer and fatter and I look like a little boy. Which I’m not. And he rubs a calloused hand over them, “they look so hot together, don’t they?” and my eyes are ready to roll into the back of my head. Fuck.

We shower and I tongue his ass big time. He was squirming and looked at me with crazy eyes. “Fuck, dude, that felt awesome” and he pulls me into a kiss. We dry each other off and I pull him to the bed. I kiss him and then push him onto his back so that I can get to his cock. Fuck, I’m gonna have to work hard to get him a decent blow job. And he moves to a sit-up position and is fingering my ass good. “Fuck dude, you are amazing. I could make a fortune working with you, if you’d be up for it.” And I flick his balls to get him to focus.

We don’t hear the click, but we see the light from the hallway as the door is opened. And Vincent just looks at a big, tall handsome dude in a partially open bathrobe, with a boner sticking out.

“Who the fuck are you?” Vin says to Scott. As I pull his cock out of my mouth, registering that something other than a blow job is going on.

“I’m his husband. Who the fuck are you?”

 

[PDuvalEE]

“Scott – I thought you had plans with Meg for tonight.” And I look at his hard cock. And then I get up and stroke him. “This is my friend Vincent.”

“Vincent, this is my husband Scott.” And Vin is walking to his clothes and puts his pants on. No doubt looking to make a speedy get-away.

“Sorry, E. I thought you might be up for a late night fuck. Didn’t know you had company.” And he looks at Vincent. “Nice cock, man”

“But where is Meg? Why isn’t she taking care of that?” as I point to his erection.

“Her time of the month. We got kind of worked up and then I get the news bulletin and she went to sleep and not even a blow job.” Fuck.

“Vin, please stop putting your clothes on. You look much better naked. Now come here and say hello to Scott.” And Vin is like, WTF? But they say hi, but don’t get close enough to shake hands. His job does get violent at times, particularly at times like this.

“Look, Vin, give me a minutes to get him off, and then we can pick up where we left off.” As I drop to me knees. But then I feel Vin’s hands on my ass as he pulls me up and puts his tongue into my ass.

“I love 3-ways” and all of a sudden, that’s what it was. Fuck. Getting dicked at both ends. Fuck.

 

[PDuvalEE]

“That was really hot, Ethan. I almost fucking died when Scott walked in. I couldn’t figure out what a hot dude with a hard-on was doing walking into your room. It was fucking hot. Then when he said he was your husband, I was like all Texas Chainsaw Massacre freaked out.”

We were cuddling in bed. It was late. I’d told Vincent the whole story. “No way is he totally straight, dude. He might like pussy, but he likes cock, too. He just did a 3 way with us. He has to be Bi.” And I look at him and shake my head.

“Nope” – nada. “He just likes to get off” and I went into his sex addition and that whole saga. Which earned me another NFW.

We drank some more beers and we smoked a little, and we just hung out as if we were life-long friends. And it felt like we were.

“So what’s the deal with tomorrow? Presumably your day job starts again on Monday. What do Sunday’s bring you for your night job?” and Vincent, was not shy about his profession at all.

“Dude, Sunday’s rock. Some dude watchin porn all weekend finally needs it. Or you get the bored housewife who can’t stand her husband and wants to get off. I can very often charge time and a half on Sundays.”.

“But how do your clients find you?” and Vincent stops what he’s doing and turns to me. “I have an agency which does my bookings. They have photos and online videos so clients can see what I have to offer. Then they can book me. You should totally get a license, you’d make a fortune!” and he’s like excited.

“I’m not getting a license. But it just sounds like it could be erotically fun. I mean, going and servicing a guy and then getting paid for it. I could jerk off to that!” and my hand is indeed on my semi cock.

Vince pulls out his phone. “These are 3 guys interested in my services this afternoon. Scroll through each and tell me which one you think I should do.”

And there is a photo of the first guy’s face, and then one of an average looking cock. “Married to a female, likes male companionship. Wants a massage and a blow job.” Could be interesting.

Next guy was attractive, and he had a curved cock. “Looking to get laid. Want BIG cock and to get a pounding.” Uh, huh. Okay. We can hold onto that.

The 3rd guy was a little older (40s?), decent face and decent cock. “Looking to have a strong man walk into my open apartment and find me jerking off on the couch, which I am naked on, and then to make me suck him off.” Kind of vanilla, really.

“Not sure which one I’d pick.” Handing the phone back to Vince. “How much would you earn on that?”

“Massage and BJ is $400. Guy wants a fuck is $300 + $250 if he wants me to cum. Jerk off guy would be $200 + $250.” And he scrolls up on his app.

“Normally, I’d schedule all three and pocket the $1k.” He looks at me and back at his phone.

“Fuck dude.” As he leans into me. “Why’d you make me feel normal again?” and I rub his arm. It must be a bitch having to switch off like that.

“Look, I don’t like you having to put yourself out there like that. You are bound to end up with either a crazy person, or some STD. And these are your prime years. You should be having fun and fucking around for yourself.” And I hold him tighter.

“What are your financial goals? Like, how much do you need to make to buy your house?” I mean, I work in a data center, but I’m a whizz when it comes to money. Making it, saving it and investing it.

“I’m looking at about $350k. With that, I can afford to buy a decent place and have no mortgage, so they cannot take it away from me. It’s like the old world for women – I’ll have earned my home by being on my back. Sucks, but I’m determined and committed.”

“And how much do you have saved already” and he picks up his phone and hits a Fidelity App and his balance is over $265k. I guess with a body like Vince, he can earn his money…

“So you need like, what $85k more to go? What’s your net from the average week then weekend?”

“Weekdays are slow for me, cuz I need to keep my day job, which means I end my shift earlier than most – I won’t take anything after 9:30. I usually earn about a grand during the week. Friday to Sunday I can usually grab another $3k, so about $4k per week.”

Damn, the business pays. “Okay, $4k per week, from $85k is like 22 weeks of work. Fuck. That’s like 6 months. So doable, it’s not like 6 years. But that’s fulltime, right?” and he looks at me and nods. He’s cute when he’s cuddly.

“How much is your rent and other expenses?” trying to get a general picture of what his life is like.

“I keep my expenses to about 70% of my union pay. My truck is 10 years old and paid for. Rent is $1800, including utilities. I don’t have any sort of normal social life, and I mooch off clients for free meals, when I do eat out.” And he smiles at me. Yep, I paid for dinner alright.

“Look Vince, I need to talk to Scott about this tomorrow. But I’d like to help you out here. It’s just wrong what the world has dished out to help you, and I know I can’t undo that, but it’s time you got a little helping hand, and I’d like to do that.”

And I’m thinking, I’m wealthy. Scott is wealthier. We have more than we need, and we will for the foreseeable future. We are married, okay, Universal Life Church married, but still. Meg is in the picture now for Scott. And I’m betting early money that Vince is gonna like her and fit right in. He and Scott already got off to a good start. Vince knows everything about Scott and me…shouldn’t we be working together to help Vince out? Completing our planned and hoped for foursome? Hmmm. Wheels spin.

“We could make a LOT of fucking money if we started working together, Ethan. You now that, right? Easily $10k per week.” And he looks seriously at me.

“Vince, my plan is to get you out of the gutter, not bring me down to it. You are a special, special man. And I want to help.”

As we kiss and cuddle and eventually fall asleep.

 

[PDuvalEE]

Fuck. I love getting woken up with a dick entering my hole. Fuck. I love a guy’s morning breath and I love that sleepy smell. I love the tousled hair and I love watching his body respond to the pressure of my ass, as the urgency to find pleasure with his cock intensifies. Fuck. It was fuckin awesome!

We showered and I got into clean clothes, Vince put his work clothes on.

“What time will you be done tonight? Want to grab dinner”

“Ethan. You are too kind to me. But you are causing pain as you are breaking down walls that keep me safe, and I’m worried it will be too much. How about I text you later on and we can check in?”

“No Fucking Way, dude. We are having dinner and we need to talk. So bring a change of clothes with you and I’ll text you this afternoon where and when. Can you be done by 8:00?” and he nods a little.

“Oh, and sweet cheeks – I owe you $500 from last night. I’ll pay you tonight at dinner.” And he nods again. No ‘oh, you don’t need to’ here. This is business. And I get it.

And I’m off to find Scott. And he of course is in bed with Meg. Just in bed. You can tell from the air that they’ve just had sex – blowjob, given the circumstances down below, probably. And she is glowing. Oh. So cute. My husband and his girlfriend. I climb onto the bed between them.

“Okay, so we need to talk. I want to help Vince out. I think he’s the one, and he’s had a shit life since he was 13 and his parents died. He’s kind, sweet and responsible. He’s saving $350k for a house and has most of that already saved. Plus he has his regular union job in construction. I presume you two are getting to get engaged. So we need to decide how we are going to house everyone. Brett suggested that we move into the Four Seasons Residences in the short term, probably until you get married. I’d like Vince to move in with me there. Then, Scott, I think you need your own house, and Vince and I can move closer. We can look at apartments in town or townhouses that abut. I’d even look at slope side homes, but I really think I like being in town better. So Meg, Scott, thoughts?” Scott’s mouth is open. Meg is just starting.

“Jeez, dude. Good fucking morning to you too.” And Scott gets up with a semi and goes to the Kurig machine and pops a cup in. And gets 3 cups and proceeds to make us all coffees.

“I’ll support you 100%. Tell me what you need. You can work with Meg on the housing situation. And you can say ‘Best Wishes” to Meg and ‘Congratulations’ to me, if you’d check out the rock I just put on Meg’s finger.” Fuck. Self-centered, much! And Meg wiggles her fingers and shows off this massive rock. And I whoop for joy and give them both hugs and kisses and I’m so happy for them and they are so happy for all of us. And it was just good.

 

[PDuvalEE]

Yeah, I know, I work fast sometimes. Too fast, very often. I’m a horny, fucked-up guy-who-likes-guys dude. Fine, no labels. But with Vincent Ferraro – I know. He’s a keeper for sure. Whether we marry or just remain good friends, he’s a keeper.

So I’m happy and chipper and I buzz through my day at the gym, I swam some laps, just put things in order. The sun was shining and all was right with the world. Fuck. He just makes me so happy.

Yep, I went to the ATM and got $500. A deal is a deal, and it’s a good story for the kids. I text him to meet me at a Italian (naturally) restaurant at 8:00 – casual. I get back a ‘C U then’.

And I go online and really check out Jackson Hole real estate. And I make a few calls. And I called Meg and had her look at a few things on line, and we reached a general preliminary consensus. The realtor agreed to meet up at an upper floor apartment at night after dinner. I thought it might be stretching it, but she said the apartments showed really well at night given the views, and has been doing a decent amount of night work. There. All done and dusted. I hope!

I get to the restaurant early, and sit facing the door (It's an Italian thing). I order a Peroni to calm the nerves. Gonna need a few more of those. And I see him walking up to the restaurant through the windows. He has an overnight bag over his shoulder. And he is stunningly beautiful. I love that hair, particularly running my fingers through it. He smiles to the maître d and hands over his bag, looks up, sees me, and waves as he walks over. We man-hug.

“Dude, it’s fucking great to see you. I gotta tell you all about my day – and he starts on guy #1 – massage and a blow job, right?” and he’s excited to share his day. But it’s also about his Johns.

“Vince, I want to hear all about your day. Right after you hear all about mine.” And he orders a beer.

“Scott, Meg and I want to help you out, Vince. And Scott backs my idea ‘100%’. While I have an excellent job, he does even better and this has been our plan since we figured our stuff out, and now we have some specifics about how we’re gonna make our lives the best that they can be. Follow so far?” and he nods.

“Okay, first off. While it’s hot that you are a hooker, it’s not safe, and it’s not healthy and I want you to consider retiring, effective immediately. I take an envelope of $500 from my pocket and give it to him. I want this cash, from me, to be the last money you earned from being on your back.”

“Ethan, that’s sweet and all, but I need 6, maybe 8 more months, less than a year for sure, to secure my future. And no one, not even you, will, can or should stop me from doing that.”

“Vince, as I told Scott many months ago in a similar situation, please be quiet and let me finish.” And he just nods.

“We have some options that we want to talk to you about. Continuing to work, we know, there is always some ‘other’ bill out there and the temptation to just do one more gig. But that’s when trouble starts. Plus, the four of us are connected sexually. That means what you fuck, we fuck. So you need to retire. You can make the decision for yourself later on.”

I hold up my finger, maintaining a difficult silence.

“So, We can give you outright the cash you need to get to $350k or whatever you need for your house. What I’d like you to consider doing is moving in with me. Now. We are moving from short term hotel guests to the Four Seasons Residences, which let by the month. We will have two suites suitable for the 4 of us. That’ll free up your rent and some other expenses. We can work on other big expenses. Then, we want to move to two apartments or two townhouses or two condos where we can permanently live. You can buy-in, or you can keep your cash and we’ll put you on the title as co-owner of our unit. Hold on” and I raise my hand. “We need more beers."

“Ethan, man, thanks, but I can’t accept that. I don’t do charity well and after what I’ve been through, it’s important for me to dig myself out on my own.” And I let him finish. I expected this. And I have an answer. Just like I had a plan.

“Vince. You’ve been shit-on in the grand scheme of life. You’ve handled yourself admirably. Beautifully, even. You parents, I am sure, would be very proud of all that you’ve done, despite the less than desirable second career. But that’s crap, and you need to accept help when it’s given to you. And let me rephrase that. I’m a bi-sexual man, married to a straight man, who is marrying a straight woman. My husband will enjoy marital relations with his wife, as much as she’ll let him. I am his physical release on those other times. I found a man that I think I can love, and he needs my help. And my husband needs your help in keeping this incredibly odd foursome intact. And he can afford it. Believe me. We knew this was coming, we just didn’t know what it would look like until it got here.” And yes, in between this we ordered and who knows what the fuck we ate and/or if it tasted any good.

It’s not where the mind is…

This is going to be the critical part. Can he flip his life around in a minute? And I’m just staring into his eyes, which are moving in rapid flashes. Lots going on in there.

“Ethan. Uhm. Wow. That is an incredibly kind and generous offer. I need some time to think.” And think he does. We’d switched to wine. And a second bottle. And we just kind of sat.

“So you’d put me on the title?” and I nod.

“What does Scott do?” so I told him.

“They got engaged this morning.” And I nod to Vince, thinking, yep he proposes the morning after he was 3-waying with us. Fucked up, I know.

“Look, Vince. I suck at things like this. But what does help me, is getting really stoned and letting the brain work out what it needs to work out.” And Vince just nods.

“C’mon, grab your shit. I have something to show you.” And we leave.

 

[PDuvalEE]

So we walk a few blocks, not far. And the excitement is palpable. We hold hands as I’m dragging him down the street. I’m excited, he’s excited and it’s infectious to both us. I drag him through a revolving door and standing waiting for us is my realtor, Billy Cassiday O’Rourke. Best Realtor of 2019 in Jackson.

“Mr. Cummings? And you must be Mr. Ferraro?” and we follow Billy to an elevator bank and call the elevator. We get on and It’s 20 stories, and Billy hits #18. And we go up, quickly, but not super-fast. Just fast enough.

We get out on the 18th floor, and there is an entrance on opposite sides of each other in a very attractive lobby-like landing, with chairs and couches, tables and flowers. Billy guides us to the left at 18B. And opens the door with his swipe card. Okay, so the apartment was totally staged. But it was cool.

Your eye is drawn immediately to the floor to ceiling windows, and the 3 exposure views of downtown Jackson hole, and the mountain behind it. Fuck. It’s like Manhattan. Vince and I walk up to the window, taking nothing else in. I have my arm on his shoulder, but I’m walking behind him. He stops at the window, and I stop behind him, and wrap him in a hug. I feel his hand reach around and grab my balls and cock. And he cups them, then massages them, and he took my semi and rubbed it on his ass, as my hand dropped down to his cock to return the favor.

“Hey guys, it looks like you could use some time to check out the apartment on your own. It does come fully furnished as an option. So do sit on the couch, try the fridge (there is beer in there, help yourself!), jump on the bed or use the shower. All up to you guys. I’ve gotta run over to 18A, I’ll be back in about 30? That cool?”

And I raise a hand and wave him off.

“Fuck, Dude. You saying this could be ours? Mine? It’s fucking un-fucking believable. Look at this view!?!” and Vince is as overwhelmed as I was. I’ve always been like, see 50 properties and the one feeling like ‘home’ the most, I usually bought. This was home, right away. As I nuzzle his neck, and he fondles my now hard cock.

“No way am I buying this place furnished without trying out the bed first. You game” and Vince looks at me, and pulls me into a deep and highly emotional kiss. A passion. A savage sense of rage being expunged. “Oh, fuck, dude. Let’s fucking pray they have lube. I gotta fuck you now, hard and like mad. Fuck dude.” And I pull Vince with me into what I think is the Master, but don’t know, and don’t care. It has a bed. And a Shower. And lube in the bedside table. I mentioned, Billy was 2019 Realtor of the Year? Yep, that’s why. Attention to detail.

FUCK!

 

[PDuvalEE]

Well, we undress like quick, and Vince pushes me down and roles me over and dives into my ass. I’ve suggested once or twice that, when and if appropriate, it’s totally fine to just go hard pointy tongue at my ass hole. PERFECTLY FINE. If you haven’t done it at least once. Do It. Life. Is. TOO. Short. Do it.

And Scott did, and fuck man, my ass was begging to be penetrated in like less than 2, maybe 3 minutes. And Scott moved up and mounts me, and lubes his cock up and he pushes in. Like for England. Medium, consistent push….entrance….pause, more pressure. Fuck. Be gets balls deep, then pulls me over and onto my back and he moves in fast for the kiss. Deep. Tongue, lots of. Sweat. Breath. Teeth. It was primordial. And it was awesome. He banged the shit outta me, with my cock pinned between our abs, our mouths lock and he goes into pound pound pound pound and I can’t ever tell him I’m about to cum, but I just do. As my hands work his ass, pulling him deeper. He feels my slipperiness and smells my cum and he pauses deep. Expands. And he unleashes. I could feel it. Pull out, quick in, release. Pull out, quick in, shoot. And Again. Fuck.

Hot, sweaty, fucked over. Just fucked. Just been fucked. Fuck. And he collapses on me and just starts to laugh. “Fuck man….Just fuck” and he rests his head next to mine. And we were in NO hurry to move. And we didn’t. My cum was getting dry and cold, when I nudged Vince. His faded erection still in my ass.

“We should really check out the shower.” And I look at the mess of the bed, the open lube, the sheets everywhere. Shit. And we have a cuddly shower together. As we touched, laughed, got erections again and enjoyed each other. Then got out and enjoyed the fun drying each other off and getting back to our clothes. And then putting them on.

I mean, do you hide it? Kinda Gross, no? I say, go with ‘Fess up’. And we check out the other rooms in the 2 bedroom and it’s got a den and balcony, and dining room and a terrific big and square kitchen with windows with a view, a sweet island, and 2 ½ bathrooms.

“What do you think, Vince? Would you like to live here with me? Would you like to own ½ of this apartment? We can keep on looking if you’d like, but I gave Billy specific instructions on what was required, and he assured me that these were the two best apartments on the market in Jackson Hole.” And Vince looks at me, takes my hands in his and kisses them.

“Ethan. Yes. But I gotta get really stoned and work out a lot of shit from where we are now, to the ‘Yes”. Can you help me with that, please?” And I look into his eyes with all of the love I could muster and said ‘Yes, of course, Vince. Let’s go do that.” Fuck.

 

[PDuvalEE]

So Bill the Realtor-of-the-Year (2019) walks in and takes a look at the two of us. “I thought so. I’ll arrange for the cleaning crew to come in the morning – say nothing more, but I will say to you Mr. Cummings, that you are the first and only client I’ve allowed to ‘test out’ the furnishings. I knew this would be an excellent home for you both, based on your requirements.” And we just look at him.

“Oh, and you’ll have new neighbors in 18A. You husband and his finance have given a verbal that they’ll take the apartment next to you.”

And I look at the most beautiful man in the room, and I raise an eye-brow ‘you good with that?’ and he takes my hands again and kisses them, pulls me in for another deep kiss, and grabs my balls with one hand and my ass with another.

“I’ll take that as a ‘Yes’ and have contracts sent over to the Four Seasons tomorrow. I’ll leave you two to it. Just shut the door when you leave. Bye” and we don’t even bother waving. Fuck. Which is what we did again. FUCK.

 

[PDuvalEE]

We just woke up the next morning. We each had wood, and pee’d out the overnight stuff, and then just held each other. I loved rubbing my cock into his crack. And he was so warm and smooth and hard and it was awesome to hold him. Then we’d flip and he’d rub his hard cock into my crack. And we slept. And it was fun and lovely. Yesterday was a BIG day.

“FUCK!” and Vince is standing on the bed. The clock says 12:23 p.m., and I’m like , “Whhaaa?” and Vince is grabbing his bag and pulling his shirt on, and I’m like, “what are you doing?” and he looks at me.

“It’s MONDAY, after lunch, I am 5 hours late. I have to go to work!” and he flies out the door. He’s left socks and his phone behind. Huh.

But I get up too.

And it really has been just an amazing few days. Fuck. FEW DAYS. But that’s what happens when you are in love. And I have this big, beefy beefcake who I love. And the sun is warmer, the sky is bluer and everything is just better. I grab Vince’s socks and his phone and walk out the door. He pointed out his construction site the other day, so it’s no big deal to bring these over to him. And I grab some coffees to go and walk over. Humming. And I never fucking hum.

I get to the entrance and it’s a ‘Hardhat Only!’ area. A guy with a radio is there and I go over to him and ask if he knows where to find Vincent Ferraro. And this guy did not like the look of me. You don’t encounter homophobia like you used to. But when you do, you know it. And this guy had it. I hear him mutter ‘fuckin fairy’ under his breath and I’m like, how does he know this? And I look myself over. Hmm. Maybe a little over groomed. Maybe a little more cologne than necessary. Maybe a little too fashion focused. Fuck. I forget these ‘man-up’ things. But I can do butch, and I don’t want to out Vince at his work.

Vince shows up, and his eyes dart around. Like, nervous. WTF? “He man – what’s up?” and he comes over to me. “You forgot your phone, and I got you coffee. And, fuck, sorry man. I have socks if I can pass them to you without homo-hater over there seeing. Dude, sorry. I didn’t think. I hope I haven’t fucked it up for you” and I am sorry. I’m just used to being so out and not caring. But not everyone is.

And Vince looks away, then back at me, and pulls my head in for a deep kiss. FUCK!?! He breaks it off, takes his phone, and the socks from my pocket and his coffee. Pecks me again and turns to leave. “Catch you later, man.” And then “What’s up?” to the homo-hater who is just standing there. And Vince goes back to work.

 

[PDuvalEE]

Wow. I crack a smile and turn to go. There is a LOT to do today.

I reviewed the contracts for both apartments and made some red-lined changes and sent them back. I moved money to the right accounts so checks could be written. And I prepared checks for Scott to sign and I walked through 18A and it was the nicer apartment, view-wise. Virtually identical layout, only in reverse. Scott and Meg were not getting it furnished. Oh, and then I went to work.

I am good at what I do, and I can cram a week’s worth of work into hours. I just know how. Most people gossip and chat about the day, or talk up one hottie or another. Or some just sleep or scan porn, or just the internet. I skip all of that. Bullshit around the week and then get my work done. No lunch, no gym. Work. It’s like 7:23 and I clip the last cable into place, press ‘test’ and all is green and good to go. Then I get ready to go see my men.

I get back to our room and there’s a note with ‘at the gym’ on it, and I look at his handwriting and it’s so cute. I’ll have to get him to write to me more often. I haven’t even seen his signature. So I change and go down to the gym, and he’s pumping iron and has a crowd of guys who are working out and chatting. So typical. I go solo and try and show off and get a guy to pop wood. And Vince is making friends.

“Hey man, there you are. Burning the late-night oil?” and he’s sweaty and his hair is sticking and you can totally see his big cock in his tight shorts and his buddies are like, ‘hey man’ to me and I move into a routine. I mean, Vince still is a licensed prostitute. He used to dress to attract business. And we know he was very successful. And it’s HOT to see him bro-bro with the other dudes. But FUCK. And I do my workout and check out the other dudes packages. Vince has the biggest, but one guy is long. And bell-shaped. And I’d definitely want to see more of it. Hmm.

‘Let’s shower up and then get some dinner. I could use like 5 in the sauna, too” Vince leans over as I finish a rep. And his entourage seemed to be wrapping up their workouts – with long guy heading into the locker room already.

“Yeah, that works” and we head into the locker room. We take our shoes off and undress next to each other. We both wore work-out clothes down, so nothing to change into. But we can clean up and enjoy the sauna, and then wear hotel robes back. And it’s a hot, open shower area. Vince and I take shower heads next to each other and we are chatting about nothing. ‘my rotator hurts’ and he moves his arm. And Vince turns to the wall and starts to pee. Fuck. Hot. And it’s not yellow, it you can see it flow to the drain, and it’s gross but not gross. He turns his dick over to me and pees on my foot. Fuck. And does it again. And he pisses a big stream. Long dick is just watching (and yes, his dick is long and I’d otherwise totally hit on him) and Vince just shakes and turns around and lets the water massage his back. And his entourage is just staring. Doing stuff, but they are checking him (and me?) out for sure.

“Let’s hit the sauna” and he walks out of the shower area, grabs his towel on a hook and waits for me. Dick swinging as he walks. And his ass is perfect. Long dick and entourage boys are rinsing off…10 to 1 they are in the sauna within 30 seconds. And Vince puts his towel down on a bench and lies down on his stomach, bare ass in all its glory for all to see. I sit, towel open, but covered and pull a leg up onto the bench to lean on.

“20 seconds max” says Vince. And the door opens and long dick comes in and takes a seat across from me. I move to modestly cover my dick, but the way I’m sitting it’s clearly visible to him. And you can see a little bit of a stiffy as blood plumps into his cock. And the towel is damp and shows his cock off, well! The door opens again and our two other gym and shower friends come in. And one guys stands, the other sits, and Vince is totally hogging the space. But nobody seems to care. And another two guys come in and the place is packed. And the fluffing starts, without it really starting. But just an itch. A tweak to a cock. A looking at another cock. One guy lifting up his towel, and does a slow stroke. Checking out the mood of the group. Nothing to see here, officer.

And Vince rolls over and sits up and rubs his eyes like he just woke up – but it’s his fucking massive erection. Sticking. STRAIGHT up in the air. Everyone is staring. It’s quiet. Guy stroking is now stroking harder and with intention. Vince looks at me and does the one finger, ‘c’mere’ and I walk over, “Can you help a guy out?” in his sexy deep voice, and he smiles at me, then winks.

And I grab his cock and go all porn star and gave him an awesome blowjob, working his ass, taint, balls and legs. The other guys went into free-for-all and one guy grabs my ass and two of the guys are blowing each other and I slip my finger into Vince’s ass and he's like “Fuck” and then moves into “you are so fucking hot” and them “Getting CLOSE!” and then spasming his head and responding to my porn star moves, he grabs my head, forces me down as his ass comes off the bench and he yells “FUUUCK” and blows his load into my mouth.

And again – there is a LOT in there already. And cum goes out of my mouth and more takes its place and he goes “Fuck” again and he’s just got cum all over him, and the door opens and someone comes in and then steps backs out. And it was like a chain reaction, of guy after guy coming. And the place STUNCK! Reeking of bleach-y cum and testosterone. And Vince collapses onto me as I crash onto the bench next to me. And the other guys are coming off their highs. And it was male bonding at its best. And I see all of these wedding rings. And these hot cocks. And the hot men that own the cocks. And I’m happy to be me and happy to have Vince and I love being in love.

“That was hot, guys. Thanks.” And I get up and go. Vince slowly following. "Just a quick rinse off, first…"

 

[PDuvalEE]

“Dude. You are dating a retired HOOKER. I charged a LOT of money for a good time, cuz I know how to give one. And while I’m retired, I’m not dead. Those dudes were so into me before you came along, and then you showed up and they all started sporting wood.” He’s explaining to me as we walk back in our robes. “And it’s always good to keep the fan club active. You never know” and he swats my ass as we get back to the room.

“Vince, look, I’m sorry about outing you at your work today. I didn’t think about it and Fuck, I hope I didn’t make things difficult for you.” And I’m looking into his face, and he’s smiling.

“Ethan, look, man. I didn’t want to be outed. It’s none of their business. And I successfully kept from them that I was a male prostitute, which was huge. But I don’t fucking care. Anyone has a problem with it, trust me, I know how to take care of myself” and he had a steely look.

“Did anyone appear to mind?” and Vince just kind of shook his head. “I could see the gate man telling everyone that I was a poof and just kissed a guy in front of him. A few of the older guys just looked at me and kept quiet. But the other guys were mostly cool. A bud of mine was like ‘Good for you, Vince. My brother is gay and he’s totally a cool guy.’ And one new guy seemed very interested in me after that” as he winks at me. “It is what it is, Ethan. Not gonna lie and not gonna hide. Been there and done that” and we dial up room service. We smoke some weed on the balcony and drink some beers.

“You need to put in for some vacation so we can hang out a little and enjoy our get-to-know-each-other phase.” And he nods. “I haven’t taken a day off, like, in years.” And the food arrives. We eat. We retire to the bed with beers.

I roll over to look at this stunning man who is rocking my world. “Tell me about your parents and I want to know everything.” And I can see the hurt in his eyes. But trouble shared is trouble halved. And he slowly starts to go through the car accident, and how the police told him. And going into child protective services. Not ever seeing his bedroom again. And it was awful and you could feel the pain. Everything taken and ripped away from him. Just. Like. That.

“So then they moved me to this ward like area when I was older, with about 10 other JVs. Some were older, some younger. Kind of sad. We took showers together in a gang bang open room and we all trued to hide from the older ones. They were mean and like ‘I’m gonna fuck you hard, fag boy’ and it was scary. I mean, I was sexually active, but with girls. I’d never even thought of a guy in that way, and here were these thug dudes perving on my ass and scaring me. One of them, a big guy, came and he grabbed me tight and pushes his soaped up cock into my ass, and he pierced me and it fucking hurt, and I kept him out and I was screaming so loudly the warden finally showed up and broke us up. Apparently it happened frequently. I just cried.” And you could see the pain.

“So the warden, older guy, maybe late 30s/early 40s. Not handsome. Not scary. Just a guy. He was like, ‘you better bunk with me tonight, don’t need you losing your cherry to Scuz.’” And I just nod. Thinking I’d gotten a reprieve. I remember is so well. I was just at the age of consent in Wyoming. I remember that as we talked about it in school. And I was excited to try it with Marcy, who was a girl I thought was pretty.

“So we go back to the warden’s room and he takes his clothes off and climbs into bed. A narrow, twin bed. He tells me to ‘climb in’. I’m wearing tighty-whities. I was legal, but I was really still a boy. So I get into bed with him. And the warden pulls my back into him, and I thought ‘that feels nice’ and he puts his arm around me and he held me. And it felt good. And then I feel this hard thing at my ass. And it got bigger. And it was kind of making me feel sexy. But it was scary. And the warden puts his hand over me and onto my cock, which was plumping up. I was a teenager! Hormones were charging through me. And he pulls the back of my underwear down and I feel the tip of his cock on my hole. And he starts to push ‘please don’t do that, it hurts!’ I begged him.”

And now, I am holding Vince and he’s deep and far away. “and the warden whispers in my ear that ‘I gotta learn how to do this for my own good, and he’s the best one here to teach me’ and he puts something slimy on his cock and in my ass and I feel him push into me. And it hurt like a mother-fucker. So much. I was crying. I wanted to scream, but his hand was over my mouth. And he just told me to breath deep, and relax and push out and all the things he could and it started to not hurt that much and he picked up his pace and he just came in my ass. Perfect timing for unprotected sex in the middle of an AIDS epidemic. I just cried myself to sleep. He held me all night, though. I don’t think he meant to hurt me. But it was the loss of my innocence, none-the-less. I woke up early, got dressed. We were literally locked in. But once the cook and cleaner and social workers showed up, I slipped out and never went back. I was 16 and now homeless.” Fuck.

 

[PDuvalEE]

So I held him. Not much else to do, really. He cried a little. “That just sounds so miserable. I am SO sorry for you.” And I held him tight. And we slept.

And we woke up and I had a cock at the door, looking for entry. Lubed up and ready and I exhaled, pushed out, and welcomed him in, as I reached up and kissed the most beautiful man in the world. Fuck. Yeah, it hurts. It usually does, but the pain passed quickly, and it’s fun helping your man get revved up. And he’s working my cock and he just came. Then I came. And we kissed. And we cuddled. And he got up and went to take a shower, I made coffees. I’m gonna miss Four Season’s amenities, for sure. And my man comes out, toweling off.

“Wanna meet me for lunch?” and I look at him. “Is that wise?” and he just looks at me. “I don’t fucking care. I lived on the streets. No one – NO ONE will fuck with me” and he fingers his hair into place and puts his pants and work shirt on. Socks, shoes. Wallet, phone. “Like 12:30. And look HOT!” and he’s out the door. Fuck. He’s one handsome dude and one fucking force of nature. Which gets me thinking.

The dude is hot. He has charisma. Modeling or acting? So I do some online searches. Auditions. Agents. Anything local. And there is a call out for athletes to audition for part of a football movie. And I’m thinking, I know piss all about football, but I know Vince would look like a stud in tight football pants. And they’ll want his bulge for the movie. So I start making some calls…and it gets to be noon. Fuck, what exactly does one wear to look hot?

So I pull on my spandex running pants and a tight spandex shirt. Pants are navy blue, the shirt is light grey. Skip the cologne. Socks, sneakers and $100 for lunch. Phone gets strapped to my arm, and I put shades on. Slick my hair back. If I wanted to get laid in the gym or out jogging, this gets MAX attention. My floppy is hanging over my balls and I’ve stopped traffic. Fucking thing flops ALL over when I run. Never mind my ass pulled tight and a decent crack for all to enjoy. Or my thick thighs. I’ll get some honks and cat calls for sure. Fuck.

I get down to the lobby and Brett does a double take. Then a triple take. Then he just grins and winks. Fuck, I need to get a massage with Hamish and Vince. And I start my run to Vince’s work. And I am not jogging. Nope. No pussy run this. This is knees up, hard run. It’s only about a mile, plus. But it gets me winded.

I get there and walk in a circle a few times. Gate boy is looking malicious again. Vince walks up. Fuck. He’s got a wide-ass grin on his face. He slaps my package, grabs my ass and kisses me. And you hear “Yeah man!” from a few floors up. And it was like all Officer and a Gentleman, good guy gets his man type thing and it was hot.

“Let’s go eat!”

 

[PDuvalEE]

“Dude,” as we are walking away, Vince’s arm casually on my shoulder. “I said look ‘HOT’ not like a fucking Porn Star. Your COCK is way out there, dude. Leaves NOTHING to the imagination!” and I smile at him, and go, “Oh, really? Do you think so?”

“I’m not complaining, I’m just worried we’re not going to be allowed into anyplace for lunch!” as we pass a food truck for Tacos with like a line of guys waiting. “This works for me” and you can see the guys checking out my cock. Fuck. Don’t look. Don’t get a fucking boner. “Vince, I gotta go sit over there” and Vince eyes my expanding cock. “No you don’t boyfriend. You need to stand right here.” And he holds me in place. As guys are looking and my cock is expanding. It’s embarrassing. One guy grabs his crotch and chin nods me. Fuck. Two chicks actually turned around and joined the line. Fuck. And Vince is basically laughing his ass off. He backs up, and his ass touches my cock. Fuck. You can’t see pre-cum in spandex. Dark spandex at least. But it’s there. Fuck. Two guys pull up at the light and one guy turns to my cock and was like “Nice COCK man!” and drives off.

Yeah. Great. Always love a fan club. We order. We wait. We get looks. We finally sit. And Vince is smirking. “Scott would take you right back and fuck you silly” as he looks at me. And my dick pulses. Groan. Fuck. Scott’s at work. So is Vince. Fuck. Rethinking how smart spandex was…

“’My boyfriend the Porn Star’ kinda has a nice ring to it, don’t ya think?” and he’s just laughing his ass off.

“Goes well with ‘My boyfriend is a Hooker’ – don’t you think?” which is a low-blow, but Vince is just laughing. “Sure does!” and he’s eating his taco and he makes that so masculine. Biting from below. And Fuck. His legs. And his basket. Fuck he is a dude.

“Did you ask for time off?” as we finish up our lunch.

“Yeah. I have a week off, starting tomorrow – they were super cool about it. And a bunch of the guys were like ‘who was the hot stud with you yesterday’ so I was telling them about us and they were absolutely cool with it. More ‘Damn man, I’d tap that ass, too!’ shit like that. ‘Bet he can suck paint off that massive schlong of yours’ and it was like everyone was fine. Then they said they’d miss pussy too much, and I explained how tight and awesome anal is, and some of the guys grabbed their asses in a ‘NFW’ and a few of the guys grabbed their packages and offered to volunteer. I swear a bunch of them would say ‘yes’ if invited. And they are all Str8! It was like the second best day of my fucking life! I’m accepted for who I am. And that rocks!” and he just looks happy. And he leans in and kisses me. Just a peck. But it was a kiss and it’s Wyoming. But it is 2020…But god, it felt good. Just freakin glad I opted to leave my cock ring at home! Fuck.