Date: Sun, 14 Jun 1998 18:32:23 -0400
From: "J.W. Martins-Bazinet" <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: Tag Team Suckers

This is a true story. Mike and I have been together for 8 years now and 
if anything our relationship is stronger and our love more intense than 
it was when we first met. Still, being with only one person year in and 
year out creates a certain yearning. My eye and mind started to wander, 
though I remained faithful in the flesh. Mike is the love of my life and 
I wouldn't do anything to hurt him, but the hunger for fresh meat was 
becoming overwhelming.

Through the years Mike and I had shared our innermost secrets and 
fantasies with each other. We'd discovered we had alot in common. We 
both loved sucking cock and we'd admitted to each other that sucking 
straight cock was a BIG turn-on.  Mike is 28 and I'm 40. Because of our 
age difference I'd been able to indulge myself in this passion as a 
major part of my sex life before Mike and I'd met. Mike's only 
experience of this type had been with his drunk straight college 
roommate the night before graduation. It had whetted his appetite, but 
he met me a month later preventing him from pursuing this inclination.

Our sex life was great with wide variations. At least once a week we'd 
exchange excellent handjobs. I'd recount the details of blowing some 
straight dude while I stroked him off. He'd get real hot and always 
explode with a thick shower of cum. When he did me he'd tell me one of 
his many fantasies about doing some blue collar or uniformed stud and I 
too never failed to let loose with a white hot geyer shot.

During one of our weekly "fairy tale" hand job sessions Mike's fantasy 
was about the two of us seducing and blowing our neighbor Joe. Joe was 
30 and lived in the house to the left of ours. He's a plumber and one 
hunk of man. Big and butch, with a huge package in the crotch of his 
well worn 501s. The thought of the two of us sharing this stud's cock 
and load sent me into a gut wrenching orgasm. Afterward I couldn't get 
the image of the two of us chowing down on him out of my mind.

The next morning at the breakfast table I told Mike that his fantasy 
about Joe had really turned me on. 

"Would you like to do it for real?" Mike asked.

"Would you?" I asked back.

"I asked first."

"Well the thought does make my dick hard."

"Mine too."

It was out. We both wanted something more and this seemed the perfect 
solution. We could remain true to each other and still satisfy our lust 
for straight cock by doing it together.  

We had a serious talk and agreed to some ground rules. We would only 
suck straight guys, preferably married or divorced. We would only do so 
together at our own home and the guys had to be between 30 and 55. We 
decided to try to seduce Joe.

We'd been neighbors for 6 years now and had gotten to be good friends 
over the years. Of course he knew we were gay, so it took time before he 
felt real comfortable with us. Joe's wife ran off with some navy guy 
about a two years ago. All of his family lived 3,000 miles away and 
except for his butch buddies Joe didn't have any friends. He could 
hardly go to them with his troubles. He turned to us. We consoled him, 
he ate at our house about twice a week, hell we were even doing his 
laundry. After about a year of this type of relationship with him we 
made our pact to seduce straight men. Joe was a natural first choice. We 
both craved him; he was hunky; he was readily available; and since he 
hardly ever dated he had to be horny.

Unless we had plans Joe usually had Saturday dinner with us and then 
we'd sit back and watch a movie video. On the Saturday following our 
decision Mike was making lasgna and apple pie, Joe's favorites. I bought 
a good red Italian wine to go with the meal and mellow everyone out.

Joe arrived at about 7:00 and we smoked a couple of bones which made us 
laid back and our appetite ravenous. We ate Mike's lasagna like it was 
our last meal and made the usual small talk. Over apple pie Mike asked 
Joe why he didn't date more often than he did.

"I wish I could, but it's easier not to. Whenever I date I picture 
whatever woman I'm with leaving me for someone else. I loose whatever 
interest I have and go home totally bummed. It takes me weeks to 
recover. It's just easier to avoid the whole thing."

"Yeah, but don't you get horny as hell? I would," Mike blurted out 
honestly.

Joe laughed, "fuckin' A, but it's easier for me to have Mary Fivefingers 
take matter in hand. It not good, but it's better than nothing."

After the apple pie we moved to the family room to watch the movie.  
Mike had rented "Clear and Present Danger" with Harrison Ford. Though we 
were all stoned out between the weed and the wine we fired up another 
bone and passed it around before putting in the movie. (Mike and I had 
choreographed the whole plan)

Mike got up to put in the movie and he suddenly stopped and looked at me 
and Joe.  "Hey I have an idea. I also picked up a hot porno flick and 
since its a bi-sexual flick it has something for each of us. You guys 
interested in watching it before we put on the main feature?"

I looked over at Joe and saw that he was actually blushing. "Whattaya 
say Joe?"

"Sounds interesting, but why don't we watch the other movie first and 
then the porno." You could tell he was trying to be a good sport, but 
was, for some reason, a little uncomfortable. We didn't push it. All I 
said was, "sounds like a plan. Put in Harrison Ford, Mike."

The movie was action packed, but I could tell that Mike's mind was 
occupied with other more interesting action, as was mine. Joe didn't 
seem to notice and throughly enjoyed it. We smoked two more joints 
during the film. After the movie finished, it was Joe who brought up the 
Bi film. "OK let see the smut."

It was a real hot picture. Great looking men and women doing everything 
with everybody. My cock was hard as a brick and I'm sure everyone elses 
was too.  About half way through the tape Joe stood up, a very noticable 
bulge straining the fabric covering his crotch.  I wanted to drop to my 
knee there and then.

"I just can't take much more of this. I ain't had nothin' in months and 
I just gotta get out of here, hope you guys understand."

It was now or never. "Listen Joe," I said, "Mike and I hate to see you 
like this. And, we hate to see you it such need. We don't want you to 
get upset, but if we can help you out with your er, problem, we'd be 
more than willing. We don't expect anything in return, we just want you 
to lay back and enjoy while we take care of you."  I finished in a rush, 
wanting to get it all out before I chickened out.

He just stood and stared at me, while two guys and a girl were sucking 
up a storm on the TV screen behind us. It seemed like 10 minutes before 
he spoke. "You guys. I don't think I can handle something like that. 
I'll be seeing you around."  He almost ran for the door and was gone 
before either Mike or I moved.

"Well I guess we blew that," I said.

"More like we didn't blow that, and we aren't likely to either." Mike 
replied. 

"Oh fucking well. Hope we didn't make an enemy. It won't be fun living 
next to somebody who hates us."

"Too late now. We'll just have to make the best of it."

We didn't see much sign of Joe for the next few days. He was gone in the 
morning and didn't get home until after dark, almost as if he was 
avoiding seeing us. I felt sure we'd alienated him forever. I felt bad, 
but at least he wasn't showing any signs of being hostile either.

Then on Wednesday Joe showed up at the back door just at dinner time. "I 
got some really killer weed and I thought you guys might like to share 
it with me," he said.

"Sounds great," I said, "want to stay for dinner?  Mike's made meat 
loaf, mashed potatoes and green beans, there's plenty."

"Too good to pass up," he laughed and came through the sliding doors. He 
seemed as friendly as ever, but I didn't want to take any chances at 
insulting him so I quietly told Mike not to mention anything about sex 
during dinner. I didn't want him to think that the only thing about him 
we were interested in was his cock. 

We ate dinner, Joe had two helpings. We joked around and made small 
talk, but you could tell Joe was not fully his old self, like he had 
something on his mind. I just thought he was still a little shy after 
our proposition the other night. Not bringing up sex I was sure was the 
right way to handle it. After dinner Joe rolled two joints and we smoked 
them around the uncleared table. He was right the stuff was dynamite. I 
was so high I thought I might fall if I tried to get up. We talked some 
more and before we knew it it was 9:30. Mike reminded us that he had to 
be up early the next morning; Joe took the hint and got up to go, though 
he seemed reluctant to do so.

Mike and I started to clear the table and load the dishwasher. We were 
nearly finished when we were startled by a knock at the slider. Mike 
turned on the patio light. Joe was standing there looking sheepish.

Mike unlocked and slide the door open. Joe blurted out in one streak, 
"were you guys serious about a blow job? Just promise me you won't ever 
tell anybody, but I'm dying. I haven't had a blow job in over a year, 
hell I haven't had any sex except for beating off."

Mike looked at me and I looked at him, we were both grinning from ear to 
ear. We promised to keep the secret to our graves and whisked Joe off to 
our bedroom as quickly as good taste would allow. In a matter of moments 
Mike and I had remove every stitch of his clothing and pushed him back 
onto our king sized bed. By the time his head hit the pillows his cock 
was rock hard. What a beauty. It was a respectable 7 inches, but it was 
the thickness that took our breaths away. It was just about the fattest 
cock I'd ever seen, and I've seen more than my share. I knelt next to 
him on the bed, bent forward and took that monster to the back of my 
throat in one gulp while Mike knelt on the foot of the bed and worked 
Joe's egg sized balls over with his tongue.  We had him moaning and 
writhing and in only a matter of a minute he let loose a mighty roar and 
exploded a cascade of man juice down my throat that nearly choked me. 

After I'd drained him dry I came off his cock and gave Mike a deep kiss 
passing half of Joe's thick load into his hungry mouth. I knew he was 
disappointed that he'd hadn't gotten a taste of the mighty meat, but the 
sweet taste of this stud's cum put a smile on his face.

"That was just about the best blow job I've ever gotten, sorry I shot so 
soon, but I just couldn't help it. The be able to last longer the second 
time around."

"You want to go another time?" I asked hopefully.

"I'm so horny I can go a second time easy."  He was right. His dick was 
still as hard as it had been when we started and a river of clear 
pre-cum was bubbling out of the meaty head.  Mike and I exchanged places 
and he gave Joe his best oral treatment while I made love to his big sex 
nuggets. He lasted about 10 minutes this time, before he gave Mike what 
he'd been working for. Mike shared the gift with me. Joe was still ready 
for more so for the third and last time that evening we attacked this 
flesh tower with our tongues from either until he sent shot after shot 
of cock snot between us covering our faces.  We licked the masculine 
nectar from each other's face and fell back on the bed exhausted. 
Finally Joe seemed satisfied and his cock began to shrink back to its 
limp state.

Needless to say servicing Joe's cock became a regular part of our 
neighborly visit. Joe was the first "gentleman" who called on us for our 
particular services, but he surely wasn't the only one.  

If you like this story, maybe I'll tell you about some of our other 
gentlemen callers.