“Is Lou gay?”
“As far as I know, yes. I’ve heard a couple of twinks talk about hooking up with him. He’s all top, so he’s not my type.”
“So you don’t bottom?”
“Not for everyone. Remember, I’m already acquainted with Carl. It was only the one time because he was so big. I wanted to experience it, but once was enough for me. Carl wants to fuck you. I saw him looking at your ass a few times.”
“He has talked about it a couple of times. He says that he wants me to get used to cocks before he takes me.”
“Carl is a nice guy. There is a guy at the bar, Adam, that loves to take his cock.”
“I’ve met Adam. As a matter of fact, Adam was the first guy to fuck me.”
“That was a good cock to start with. So, Adam, Pete and now me?”
“Yes.”
“And you fucked Adam and Pete?”
“Yes.”
Gerald reached down and grabbed my dick. His hand was cold and a little wet from the beer bottle that he had been holding. It didn’t deflate my erection at all. I got my chance to fuck Gerald. If Art was still listening, he heard Gerald’s moaning and begging me to fuck him harder.
When I arrived home, I reviewed the video and forwarded it to Patty. Thought you might enjoy seeing this.
After 10 minutes, Patty replied: Fuck. That was so hot. Thank you, Lover.
She ended it with a kiss emoji.
I then sent it to Gerald and Carl. My face was in it, but I was confident these guys wouldn’t do anything I wouldn’t like with it.
*****
Friday afternoon, I got off of work and rushed home to take a shower. My bags were already packed and I threw them in my pickup along with my golf clubs and I was off to Rod’s place. We were supposed to meet at 6, but I got there about 25 minutes early.
I rang the bell, and Rod answered with a towel around his waist. “Hi, Jack. Come on in. I’ll be with you in a moment.”
He showed me into his living room, offered me a beer which I accepted. He returned from the kitchen and I could see a nice bulge in the towel. Of course, he caught me looking. As he handed me my beer, I looked up from the bulge. He was smiling. “Why don’t you come in my bedroom, and we can talk while I finish packing and get dressed.”
Rod was over 6 feet tall, hairy, but not overly so. He had muscles that I found out were probably due to his job as a contractor, building houses. He had a chair in his bedroom and he pointed me to it. The chair reminded me of some cuckold videos that I had seen. I’m not sure why I said it, but I said, “Is this the cuckold chair?”
Rod laughed. “As a matter of fact, there have been a couple of cuckolds in that chair over the years.”
He started tossing some clothes in a suitcase on his bed, then he took his towel off. He had a nice, muscular ass with some hair on it. Then he turned to face me, “But I’ll be truthful, Jack. I have just as much fun fucking a nice ass, as any woman that I’ve been with.”
Pete was right. Rod had a big cock. It wasn’t fully hard, but it wasn’t soft either. Somehow, I hoped I was the cause of that. I took a sip of my beer.
Rod walked over to me with his cock bobbing in front of him. He took my chin and had me look up at him. It wasn’t easy taking my eyes off his cock. “Pete showed me the pictures of you. I hope you let me have a turn on that ass this weekend.” He released my chin, and I immediately glanced down at his cock again. I looked back up at him and said, “I think that I would like that.”
Rod walked over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs, and while the cock was no longer visible, the bulge in those briefs left nothing to the imagination. “Do you play much golf, Jack?”
I told him about my weekly game with Bryan and the two other guys. I explained that I normally shot in the high 80s.
Rod’s response was, “Good. Pete has made us teammates for the weekend.” He then explained the format.
The doorbell rang, and I told Rod that I would get it. If I was in this room much longer, I would be on my knees. Gerald was here and Pete was just pulling up when I opened the door. I invited Gerald in and held the door open so that Pete could come in once he got to the door. Gerald grabbed my ass and went to sit down.
Rod came out with his suitcase, wearing a nice pair of jeans and a polo shirt. He saw Pete coming in the door, and said, “Good. Let’s get the truck loaded up and we can hit the road.”
*****
We had a quick dinner at a burger joint before leaving town. We arrived at the resort a couple of hours later. As we were unloading the SUV, a car pulled up and parked next to us. Pete introduced Gerald and me to a couple of more guys (Alan and his son, AJ). Pete said, “You and Rod will be playing with them in the morning round.”
Alan said, “We’re going to find something to eat. Have you guys eaten yet?”
Pete said, “We ate before we left town. We’re going to just break open some beers and we’ll see you in the morning. Breakfast at 6:30. First tee time is 7:30.”
We headed inside and Gerald and I found our room. It had 2 queen size beds and an attached bath. I started to unpack my suitcase, and Gerald said he was just living out of the suitcase for the weekend. “I’m going to get a beer. I’ll grab one for you and meet you in the living room.”
When I walked out to the living room, Pete and Rod were already there, with beers of their own. Pete was taking a hit off what I assumed was a weed pen. He held it up to me. I took it from him and took a good hit and handed it off. Gerald was sitting on a sofa with a space open next to him. He indicated that I should sit there, and handed me my beer.
Gerald said, “Every guy here wants to fuck you, Jack, but we decided that you’re in charge. You do what, with whom, when you want to do it.”
I said, “And if I want to fuck Rod?”
Rod laughed and said, “Sorry, but that’s not going to happen. I guess we should’ve said that you’re in charge to a point.”
Gerald patted my thigh and said, “Don’t worry. We’ll find a hole for you to fuck if that is what you want. That kid, AJ, was hot.”
Pete said, “Careful there.”
Gerald smiled. “My ‘gaydar’ picked something up with him, but I’ll be careful.”
AJ was 6 feet, or so, and maybe 200 pounds. It was hard to tell with his clothes on, whether it was muscle or flab under that shirt. His father, was about the same height, and his “dad bod” had started to get away from him.
I asked about gaydar, and Gerald explained. “It isn’t always accurate, but you can occasionally catch a glance that looks like desire. Talk to your girlfriend. She’ll tell you that she can almost always determine if a guy is interested in her. It’s kind of the same.”
Rod said, “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m beat. I’ll see you guys in the morning.” He got up, dropped his beer bottle in the kitchen, and walked to his and Pete’s room.
Pete said that he planned on getting up before 6, so he was headed to bed as well. That left Gerald and me. Gerald leaned over and kissed me. “Ready for bed, Lover?”
Fuck. Whenever Patty called me that, it turned me to mush. It was no different coming from Gerald. I got up, straddled Gerald’s lap and kissed him again. My hands found their way under his shirt and I started playing with his nipples.