“Yeah, it is,” John agreed. “Back in school, it was how to score with the chicks. Nobody wanted to be called a queer or a faggot or a pansy. It was all about a career, a family, social standing… all that crap. I think it took the combination of the kids growing up and Betsy’s and my sex life tanking that woke me up to how attracted I was to raw animal lust, regardless of sex. It took awhile, and a blowjob, for me to admit it, but I’ve finally gotten to where I don’t see me as some sort of pervert. I just like sex.”
“A blowjob?” Harry had zeroed in on that specific part of John’s comment.
“Yeah,” John told him with a wry smile. “Anything here stays between us, right?” When Harry nodded, John went on, “One of Kathryn’s friends is a bi guy — I’ll call him Joe — and he happened to catch me jerking off in this hot tub late one night. There were a whole bunch of college kids here for a long weekend and they’d been parading around nude all day, sunning and swimming and all that. I was hornier than the proverbial two-peckered Billy goat. So after the kids had all crashed, about three in the morning, I slipped out to relax and rub one out. Joe came out for about the same reason.
“I didn’t hear him coming and was really into my wanking when I heard his voice from behind me, saying, ‘Wow, Mr. Jordan… that’s a really nice cock!’ You can probably imagine my rather embarrassed response. I whirled around to come face to cock with an impressive erection. He was slowly stroking himself, I guess as he’d been watching me. When I pulled back, sort of startled, he said, ‘Sorry…’ and walked to the other side and eased into the water. It was obvious he was still stroking himself under the water.
“I was still trying to get my embarrassment under control when he said, ‘guess you’re as horny as I am. You want help with that?’ I think a very confused look and a What? was my answer. ‘If you’re horny and want to get off,’ he offered, ‘I could give you a blowjob. Nobody’s awake and it would only be between you and me. If you want…’ Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, at that moment I was still hornier than hell and frustrated from gaudens interruptus. I didn’t say Yes, but I didn’t say No, either. He eased over next to me and started stroking my cock, and damn that felt good.
“And that’s about the point where the lust took over. He was young and buff and hung, and my mind was anywhere but on the fact that he was male and so was I. He suggested I sit up on the edge, and I did, and he went down on me as good as any woman I’ve ever known, including Betsy — and she used to be a fantastic cocksucker. I leaned back and let him do me, and I came in his mouth and he swallowed all of it, and I felt completely wiped out.
“Then he stood up and said, ‘excuse me, Mr. Jordan. I need to take care of this.’ And he jerked off over the edge of the tub and I got to watch one very exciting show while my brain was still reeling from the blowjob. He finally told me, ‘I think I need to go crash. Thanks for letting me blow you, Mr. Jordan. You taste pretty good.’ Then he got out of the tub and went back in the house.
“I’ll tell you, Harry, the rest of that night and most of the next day was spent in some serious soul-searching. I was really trying to figure out the gap between what felt so damned good and what conventional me saw as way out of line, at minimum, and probably pretty perverted. I was also panicking a bit about what would happen when the others found out, but Joe appeared to keep his mouth shut and I didn’t catch anything from anybody about it. It took me until everybody was leaving Monday evening for me to realize it just wasn’t that big a deal. Not to them. And it shouldn’t be to me. I was horny and a fellow human being helped relieve it.
“And that’s the big dark secret about why I’ve loosened up and really don’t give a rat’s ass what anybody thinks. It’s not their business unless we’re having sex. Want another drink?”
Harry had been unconsciously stoking himself while John was telling his story and became acutely aware of it when John asked his question and his brain had to process it. He also realized he was about to cum.
Oh, fuck this shit! he thought to himself as he gave in. “Just a second,” he answered John as he stood up, turned to face over the edge of the tub and furiously finished himself off, spraying his jizz all over the grass off the edge of the porch. Only a little bit hit the porch at the tail end of his ejaculation. The rest had been so powerful, it had cleared the couple of feet of deck.
“Oh, fuck, yeah…” he murmured as he sat back down in the roiling water. “I definitely need another drink!”
John had been staring. Harry’s sudden actions had riveted him. His long time friend had a damned good looking cock and came like a stallion. He was startled to realize he was going to lose it. Nature was having Her way and it was his turn.
“Fuck, that looked good!” he told Harry as he stood and faced out, like Harry had. “Hang on a minute.” John then proceeded to do what Harry had done, blowing his load over the side while Harry watched. John, too, had a fairly powerful ejaculation and groaned as some of his stress left with the cum. When finished, he turned back to Harry.
“You want another whatever that is?” he asked as Harry continued to stare.
Harry realized he needed to answer, distracted by John’s cock or not. “Uh, double Seven-n-Seven,” he told John, then added, “do you trust me?”
John was surprised at the question but the answer was automatic. “Of course, I trust you,” he told Harry. “I’ve trusted you since 2nd grade.” Harry didn’t say anything. He just moved over to John, knelt down and took his semi-rigid cock in his mouth, licking and sucking out the last of the cum as John watched in shock. For as long as it took the sensations to reach his brain.
“Oh, FUCK, Harry!” John moaned loudly. “Fuck, that’s intense!” He got weak in the knees and had to sit down, Harry following right along and keeping up the blowjob. John didn’t cum again, but he was getting lightheaded. After a bit, Harry let up and sat back.
“Yeah, I could definitely use that drink, now,” he told John as he moved back to the other side of the tub.
“As soon as I can move,” John groaned. “Fuck, that was good!”
“I’ll have to pass along your compliment to Jimmy, if I can ever find him,” Harry told him with a smile. “Glad you liked it.”
“Who’s Jimmy?” John asked as he got his head screwed back on.
“Get me the drink and I’ll tell you,” Harry continued to smile.
“You got it,” John answered and began crawling his way out of the tub.
* * * * *
John and Harry were still soaking in the tub. They had been for a couple of hours. Harry had told John about his run-in with Jimmy “the Greek” and learning that as an adult, he still liked fucking around with cocks the same way he had when he was a kid. John told him about some of the antics the “kids” got up to on the weekends and how he’d gotten involved in some of them. They seemed to see him as the kindly old Gramps who was fun to mess with, boys and girls alike. Harry had told him about getting turned on to the Glory Holes, on both sides of the wall. They’d both reminisced about the sex play they’d gotten into when they were adolescents and “there weren’t any girls around.”