The New Recruit Pt. 07 – A Captivating Gay Sex Story
A gay sex story: The New Recruit Pt. 07 It’s been a bit over two months since Daryl moved out of our apartment. C.J. has moved into Daryl’s old room, sleeping in his old bed. Many nights, I sleep with him in that big ol’ bed, and that usually begins with lots of kissing and ends with one of us fucking the other. We’ve definitely drifted into a roommates-with-benefits arrangement, with overtones of being boyfriends, but definitely not monogamous.
Three weeks ago, C.J. and I went to Daryl and Donna’s wedding, which was actually very nice for something that was thrown together in a few weeks. In lieu of a fancy church wedding and expensive reception, the entire event took place in a county park. Donna’s older brother officiated, and the ceremony was followed by a nice barbecue spread.
Daryl looked fantastic, and Donna was glowing (but not yet showing). I exchanged European kisses with each of them, which would have been awkward three months earlier, but seemed completely natural now. Daryl had let his beard grow in, and he had it neatly trimmed. “You inspired me,” he said, stroking it.
Donna giggled. “Isn’t he manly?”
C.J. and I both laughed in agreement.
I learned that Daryl comes from a family of similarly “manly” men. His father looks like a fifty-five-year-old version of him, with a full, thick, salt-and-pepper beard, a firm handshake, and furry wrists and fingers. Daryl’s older brother, Dave, is a bit heavier than Daryl, with a heavy five-o-clock shadow and a ponytail. The younger brother, Alex, has a swimmer’s build, buzz-cut, and a thick, dark moustache. I got a definite gay vibe from Alex, but it was hardly a setting where I could get him in a situation where I could find out more about him. Over the course of the afternoon, I also met Dave’s wife, Linda, a pretty and friendly blonde. She let on early in our chat that Alex is single.
We hung around for most of the party, chatting with various people we probably would never see again. I think most people figured that C.J. and I were a couple, since we spent most of the time together. What made me particularly happy was how relaxed C.J. was, both in how he interacted with a bunch of strangers, but more importantly, being by my side.
We spent the drive home guessing about how each of Daryl’s male relatives looked naked. We figured that Dad would be hairy, a bit of a belly, and an uncut cock of notable size. Dave was most likely similar to Daryl, perhaps a smaller-looking dick due to his belly, but still impressive. Alex, we figured, was the most likely to manscape; hopefully he wasn’t completely depilated. We also decided that he probably had the most impressive dick of the bunch, whether or not he “trimmed the shrubs to make the tree look bigger.”
The following day, I get a text from Daryl. “Any chance we could go for Round 2 sometime soon?”
“Sure,” I reply. “I’ll have to check with C.J. since he’s still at work, but I know he’ll want in on the action.”
“Donna gave me her blessing to play without her this time,” Daryl texts back.
“Okay, as long as it’s okay with her. Could you have her call me to confirm?”
“Sure thing, man. Wow, you’re a real gentleman!”
“Mama raised me to be considerate,” I text back, all the while knowing that this particular situation isn’t the sort of thing Mom had in mind when she taught me how to behave. “I’ll let you know when C.J.’s free.”
I’m excited thinking about a three-way with C.J. and Daryl. Two men who were putatively straight less than a year ago, now eager for man-on-man-on-man action.
About ten minutes later, Donna calls me. “Please, take this sex-crazed maniac off my hands for a few hours” she said. “Or a few days; whatever. Ever since our little session he’s been bugging me to stick things in his ass. I mean, we’ve always had an active sex life, but it’s been almost nonstop for the past couple of months.”
“That’s all I needed to hear, Donna,” I replied. “I would never be a party to him messing around behind your back.”
“Thanks, Jake, I appreciate that,” she says, as we end the call.
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C.J. enters the apartment about twenty minutes later, looking drained after a long day managing the local used bookstore. I get up from my desk for our usual welcome home kiss.
“Daryl’s ready for a play session,” I tell him as he strips down to his usual sitting-around-the-house outfit of nothing at all. He pauses and looks at me with a sly grin.
“Fuck yeah! When?” C.J. asks.
“How about Friday night?” I ask. “It might be fun to do it at the play space, in case one of the other guys is also free.”
“Well, I know Stu isn’t, because he asked me to join him Friday while Nigel is out for some sort of work function,” he says.
I try to hide my disappointment at not having been invited. “Saturday, then?”
“Sure,” C.J. replies. “By the way, Stu said you’re welcome to join us.”
My heart skips a beat. I suddenly feel so much better.
I text Daryl to confirm for Saturday night, giving him directions to the play space. He texts back almost immediately that he’ll be there.
C.J.’s excitement at the weekend plans is readily apparent. His throbbing erection is all I can see.
“On your knees, boy,” he says, sternly.
Without a word, I fall to my knees, looking up at him expectantly. He’s glaring down at me, grasping his cock just out of reach.
“Have you been a good boy today?” he asks.
“Yes Sir,” I respond humbly.
“I don’t believe you,” he sneers.
“No, really, Sir,” I plead. “I cleaned the bathroom and kitchen on my hands and knees.”
“Then you’ll go lick the bathroom floor so I can see,” C.J. replies, pushing my head down with his foot.
I crawl on my hands and knees into the bathroom until I’m next to the toilet. I lean over and lick the floor.
After a few minutes, C.J. seems satisfied that the floor is clean. He grabs my hair and shoves his erect cock into my mouth. I do my best not to gag, but since he has taken me by surprise, I actually choke a little bit. That elicits a cruel laugh. “Yeah, choke on that big dick, boy.”
I start vigorously sucking C.J.’s cock. He groans loudly. I reach up and grab his ass while swallowing his cock to the hilt. He grinds his balls into my bearded chin. I pull his buns apart and touch his asshole, triggering an enormous orgasm. My throat is filled with his hot semen, overflowing my mouth and soaking my beard.
Pulling his cock out of my mouth, C.J. staggers backward until he is leaning against the counter. “Fuck,” he says, breathing heavily. “That was intense!”
Silently, I stand, my dick as hard as it ever gets. I turn him around and push him down on the sink. Without any warning, I roughly shove my dick into his ass. He yelps, and I watch his grimace in the mirror as I fuck him roughly and violently. “Take my cock, ‘sir’,” I hiss in his ear.
The grimace turns into a broad smile as I bump up against his prostate. The sight of his beautiful face beaming in the mirror triggers my own intense orgasm. I spurt five or six shots deep into C.J.’s guts.
I pull out, and my load starts to drip onto the clean bathroom floor. I whisper in his ear, “You can lick the floor clean this time, ‘sir’!”