Date: Sat, 30 May 1998 07:37:47 -0400
From: "J.W. Martins-Bazinet" <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: Tag Team Suckers - 4

Mike and I had begun our new hobby of "entertaining" gentlemen callers. 
We'd started with our butch neighbor Joe and then added Brice a blue 
collar worker from out of state. Joe has become one of our regulars; we 
only saw Brice a total of five times before he returned to Pennsylvania 
and his wife. Mike and I were hooked and both on the lookout for anyone 
as a possible candidate.

Mike is a psychologist in private practice. Except for his code of 
ethics he could find a lot of likely prospects among his patients. Still 
it was through his practice that we found our next customer.

Mike was treating a 16 year old girl who thought she was a lesbian. Her 
grades had suffered as had her disposition and her father had sought 
professional help for her. Dad of course didn't have a clue to what was 
wrong and she didn't know how to tell him.  He was a single parent and 
to make matters more difficult a stud cop.  She was sure dad would hate 
and disown her. Mike asked the dad to come in for a chat and when the 
38 year old stud walked through the door Mike nearly creamed his nice 
pinstriped business suit. 

He'd hardly gotten through the door before he began describing how this 
uniformed god had appeared in his office and how he had to be our next 
adventure. Mike said that according to the daughter he hadn't had sex in 
the 10 years since his wife died. "He's got to be ripe for the picking, 
and boy do I want to eat his nuts." I said he sounded perfect, but just 
how were we going to go about seducing a cop? Mike said that I'd 
supplied Brice, he'd take care of Officer Sasso.

Mike bided his time, he let three weeks go by.  Then the daughter, Emily 
gave him the opportunity he'd been waiting for.  She agreed that her 
father had to know what was going on in her life, but there was no way 
she could tell him. Mike agreed to do the deed.  Emily arranged to stay 
at a friend's house, so that she wouldn't have to face her father right 
away and he'd have time to get used to the idea.

Mike had made his appointment the last one of the day. Officer Sasso had 
come right off his shift and arrived in uniform, which made it real 
difficult for Mike to concentrate on what he had to say.  "Officer, 
Sasso," he began.

"Call me Ed, please."

"Call me Mike.  OK Ed, Emily has asked that I speak with you on a matter 
which of great importance in her life.  She's very nervous about how 
you're going to take this news and felt it better for both of you if I 
was the one to break it.  I agreed and that's why I asked you to come."

"She's not pregnant is she?"

"No it goes a little closer to the core than that.  Emily is or at least 
feels she is a lesbian. Please understand, she has never had any 
experience with another female, but she's certain she's homosexual."

Ed paled and placed his face into his hands. Maybe it just a phase, 
she's only sixteen and real into this women's liberation stuff." He 
looked hopefully at Mike.

This isn't a phase Ed. She might not be a lesbian, with no experience 
how can she be sure. I'd say its more likely to be true, she is 16 and 
mature to recognize her feelings, if not how to deal with them. 

Tears welled in his eyes. "It's all my fault, I should have provided her 
with some female influence. No I take her to ball games and hiking and 
fishing. I turned her this way."

"Believe me Ed, things would have turned out the same even if you'd sent 
her to ballet class and charm school, except that Emily would have been 
miserable doing those sort of things. She's told me how much she enjoys 
what you do together. Your the most important person in her life I she 
needs to know you love no matter what happens and she needs your full 
support if she's going to deal with this rationally. If you can't handle 
it then the psychological impact on her will be significant."

"Listen I love her no question. I can't say I thrilled to find out my 
daughter might be a ...a lesbian. There I said it. No I'm not thrilled, 
but I'm not going to go crazy either. This is going to take some getting 
used to. I need to learn as much as I can about this gay stuff, I don't 
know much. What I do know comes from what I've learned on the job and 
that makes me a little nervous. These people, both the fellas and the 
gals spend their time in bars and from what I see pretty much losers, 
once they reach 30."

"Ed, would you judge all heterosexuals by those who you deal with on 
your job?"

Ed thought for a moment and then looked at Mike. "I get your point, in 
my job I deal with the scum, hetero- and homosexual. You're right. But 
how do you get to know the other kind. You can't just walk up to some 
guy who looks queer and ask him what his life's like. I need to learn if 
I want to help my little girl. Help me out here Doc."

Within the boundries of ethics Mike had his opening. "Ed, I'm gay."

"You. Get outta here. You ain't got no swish. Most those guys swish like 
a motherfucker."

"Swish or no swish I'm a full fledged homosexual."

"No kidding, I'll be damned I never woulda guessed. Well that makes me 
feel a little better."

"Thanks," Mike said, but it also made it seem perfectly natural when he 
advanced his plan by asking "Ed, do you have any plans for this evening, 
I would like you to meet my soulmate and lover, Glenn. We're having 
Yankee Pot Roast and you're welcome to join us, there's plenty. I'd just 
like you to see that a couple of the same sex can have a normal home 
like anyone else."

"Em is spending the night away and I don't have any plans. I think I'd 
like that. I appreciate your taking an interest, I really do want to be 
a good father and I do want to understand more about being gay."

"Great it's settled. You're my last appointment, why don't you follow me 
home, I live about 20 minutes away, just off exit 5 of route 9."

"I with you."

Mike called me from his car phone to warn me that plan suck a cop was in 
full swing. I could hardly wait to meet this Ed Sasso. If anything he 
surpassed Mike's description. Six feet of solid man, wavy black hair 
with just a touch of gray at the temples, a dark blue uniform which did 
nothing to hide his physical assets including a well stuffed basket and 
bubble butt. I go crazy for a man in uniform, but Ed in uniform made me 
break out in a sweat. Mike was right, we had to have him, or get 
arrested trying, literally.

Mike had gone into the bedroom to change into his at home clothes. I 
offered Ed a beer. I removed three cold ones from the fridge and passed 
one to Ed just as Mike returned. I gave him his, the three of us raised 
our bottles in salute and sucked down a swig. The pot roast was 
simmering in the crockpot and Mike got busy with other preparations. I 
offered Ed a seat at the table and took opposit him.

"So Mike briefly explained why you were coming over. You have my 
sympathy, these things are tough for everyone concerned. Don't worry 
they always work out for the best in the end unless some real asshole is 
involved and from what Mike says you're no asshole."

Ed smiled, "thanks Mike, I'm glad you feel that way." He took a last tug 
on his beer and drained the beer. I had one more swallow left so I 
gulped it down and went to the fridge for two more.  Mike's a sipper and 
will nurse one for hours. 

Ed thanked me for the beer and pulled downn the know of his tie and 
unfastened the collar button. "Maybe I should have gone home to change 
first. I feel out of place and uncomfortable."

I didn't miss a beat. "I can fix that, I'm sure we've got something that 
will fit you. Follow me into the bedroom and I'll fix you right up." I'd 
been hoping to say that line to him for a different reason, but we were 
still headed in the right direction. He didn't hesitate, he was right 
behind me down the hall. 

I saw him look at the king sized bed and his face flushed a bright red 
as though he'd suddenly pictured Mike and I fucking in it. I opened a 
chest drawer and pulled out a well worn pair of sweat pants and a 
matching gray tee shirt. "These should fit you," I said as I handed him 
the clothing and reached into the closet for a suit hanger. "This is for 
your uniform, just hang it in the closet. See you in a few," I said as I 
left the room closing the door as I went.

I whispered to Mike, "he's perfect." Mike's wide grin showed that he was 
pleased I liked Ed. "I just know he has a big cock," he said as he 
reached over and grabbed mine, which was semi-hard. "You too?" He 
laughed. 

Just then we heard the bedroom door open. What a sight. Out of uniform 
Ed still looked like a macho cop, more than good enough to eat.  The tee 
shirt defined the muscles of his torso, he sure was hot, what sent me 
over the edge was the thick piece of man meat obviously swinging free in 
those sweats and his well formed bony bare feet (I have a thing for good 
looking male feet).

"Now I feel a whole lot more comfortable," he said as he stretched, 
pulling the tee shirt up to reveal his naval and a hard,taut stomach 
covered with a fine silky coat of black hair which trail down to and 
disappeared into the waistband. "I'm beginning to turn human again, hope 
you don't mind my going around barefooted, that's the way I go around my 
house."

"Not a problem, we want all our guests to feel totally at home," I said. 
"My motto has always been 'if it feels good, do it.'" 

Mike announced that dinner would be ready in about 15 minutes. We all 
sat at the table and talked until then. "If you guys don't mind," Ed 
said, "could you tell me what it's like to be gay. I really want to 
understand as much as possible, for Em's sake."

"Be happy to," Mike said as I nodded in agreement, "and don't be shy, 
you can ask us anything you'd like. We can't speak for all gay people, 
afterall we there are as many variation among us as with heterosexuals."

"And," I added "gay men and lesbians are also as different from each 
other as straight men are from straight women. The things we have in 
common are being attracted to members of the same sex and having to deal 
with society's hostility. I guess what we're trying to say is there are 
no pat answers. We can share information with you, show you that gay 
people can have stable and positive relationships, but in the end we're 
all individuals."

"I got it. But just seeing you two together has made be feel better. I 
can tell you are real happy together."

"You got that right," Mike said, "and the same is available to Emily."

Ed looked right at me and asked, "how did you become gay?"

"First off, nobody becomes gay. They come to that realization, some 
early, some late, some not at all because they repress it, but its not a 
change it's an awakening. Gay people are born gay; they aren't 
recruited, they don't wake up one morning and decide to give up the 
opposite sex."

Mike picked up the conversation, "and it doesn't mean that they haven't 
tried the opposite sex. Many if not most gay people have tried having 
sexual relations with the opposite sex, even enjoyed it, but it's not 
enough, it's not them. Even straight people have been known to fool 
around to some extent with someone of their own sex. Have you ever had a 
gay experience?"

For the second time in twenty minutes I saw Ed's face flush bright red. 
"Well I beat off with my best friend back in junior high, but he never 
touched me and I never touched him." He paused for a long moment. "And 
once while I was in the Navy, just before I met Pam, my late wife, I got 
drunk and best buddy, who was also drunk, sucked me off, but that was a 
freak thing, nothing else like that ever happened to me." He was being 
very defensive.

"Did you in enjoy it?"

"It was almost 20 years ago, but I can still remember it. Yeah it felt 
good, real good."

"And it didn't make you gay did it?"

"No, but I do think about it once in awhile and it still turns me on. 
That could be because it was the only blow job I've ever had. Pam wasn't 
much into that sort of thing, she tried to do it to please me, but no 
sooner did she put it in her mouth than she'd start to gag."

"No matter how much you enjoyed it you remain heterosexual."

"OK Mike, I get your point."

I wanted to move things more in the direction I wanted this evening to 
go.  "Ed, I'm going to share something very private with you as an 
illustration.  Mike and I love each other, more than can be expressed in 
words. We also have a hearty sexual appetite and we love variety. Now in 
any relationship, straight or gay this could cause problems, because of 
sexual hang-ups.  We decided not to let that become an obstacle in our 
relationship. Basically there are two kinds of sex, one as an expression 
of love, the other for fun, recreational.  The love kind of sex we keep 
strictly between ourselves, but for recreation we include others.  Both 
Mike and I have a thing for straight men, we like to service them, if 
you get my meaning. We're not ashamed of it, we get off, they get off 
and nobody gets hurt. It's part of our relationship, but only a small 
part. You have to put sex into perspective. A person cannot be defined 
simply by their sexuality or sexual activity, but society tries to do 
that."

"Glenn's right. Do you define yourself by your sex life?"

"What sex life. I don't have one. If I define myself that way I wouldn't 
exist. I haven't had sex since Pam died, 10 years."

"I'd gone off my nut, how do you stand it?" I asked in genuine horror.

"It become habit after a while. I admit it was rough at first, I am 
human, but I really didn't want to remarry after Pam. She was the love 
of my life and nobody can ever replace her. I wanted sex, but I didn't 
want to date, makes it kinda hard." I almost laughed at the unintended 
pun, but let him continue without interruption. "I've thought about 
hearing hookers over the years, but being a cop...well it just wasn't 
worth risking my career. I learned to be contented with taking care of 
myself," he said holding up his open right hand and wiggling his 
fingers.

"If you were one of our gentlemen callers we'd take care of your 
problems." There I'd put the cards on the table.

There was dead silence. Ed stared right into my eyes, but you couldn't 
tell by the expression on his face what he was thinking. Maybe I'd gone 
too far too fast. Thankfully Mike broke the silence.

"I think dinner's just about ready. Glenn help me serve."

Dinner conversation was a more clinical, less personal, discussion on 
gay life and what it was like to be gay in our society and what Ed could 
do to be a supportive father to Emily.  As we moved toward dessert Mike 
steered the conversation back to a more seductive path. "One last thing 
Ed, it's important that you let Emily know through words and actions 
that you think sex can be and is healthy and normal, an important part 
of life. It wouldn't hurt your psyche any to develop a more intimate 
sexual outlet either."

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not against having a sex life. I just don't 
want to get married. How does a guy who's nearly 40 learn to find 
casual, no-strings-attached sex? Sometimes just the thought of having 
another person touch me in an intimate way gets me going. Glenn kidding 
around about me being one of your gentlemen callers gave me a boner."

"Who was kidding?" I blurted out without thinking.

Ed gave me the stare again. "Are you serious?" he asked.

I nodded, not sure what was going to happen next. He turned to Mike, 
"Mike?"

"Ed you might not see it, but you're a very sexually appealing guy. 
Almost anyone would desire you, myself included, but I don't want you to 
think that that is our only objective in talking with you. In order to 
help Emily you need to get your sexual head in a better place. Us or 
somebody else, it doesn't really matter. 10 years is way too long for 
any human being to deprive himself."

I didn't want the moment to slip by so I said, "so if you're ever in the 
mood, you know you can call on me and Mike, think about it."

"What do you think?" he asked as he stood up. The front of the sweats 
were tented out by his obviously very stiff cock.

I didn't miss a beat, "I think we'd better go down to the bedroom and 
solve one of your hardest problems." That seemed to break the tension 
and we all laughed.

Before anyone had the chance to change their minds, I'd whisked us all 
down the hall. Without much effort Mike and I stripped the shirt and 
sweats from his body, and I was right he hadn't bothered with his 
underwear. He got on the bed and stretched out in the center. 

I was impressed. What a great body and what a cock. Perfectly formed it 
rose straight up from a thick black nest of pubic hair surrounding his 
walnut sized testicles. Not very long, just a hair over five inches, but 
what it lacked in length was more than made up for by its girth. His 
monster meat was as big around as it was long, a cock made for sucking.

I sat on the bed to his left while Mike sat on his right. Mike began to 
slowly massage his hard furry chest and stomach while I reached over to 
grasp his steel-hard slab, slowly stroking it. He closed his eyes and 
moaned softly in pure pleasure.

A large clear drop of precum formed out of his piss slit and for a 
moment balanced there until overflowing down the velvet soft skin of his 
rock hard shaft. I couldn't have resisted had I tried. I leaned over and 
lapped up the sticky trickle and when I gotten to the top of his meaty, 
circumsized cock head I gave into my passion. I swallowed that cock like 
a starving man, right down to the hilt. I began to pump it with my 
mouth. One, two, three strokes. The gentle moaning turned into groans of 
pleasure. Mike began tonguing his nipples with abandon. I increased the 
tempo of my sucking and he began to piston his hips in time with the 
movements of my mouth. Just a few more strokes and his entire body 
stiffened. My mouth was filled with an explosion of hot, thick cum.  The 
taste was exquisite. He just kept cumming, I tugged Mike's arm, 
signalling him to replace me, there was more than enough for both of us. 
Mike place him in his mouth and was rewarded with a mouthful of the 
tart-sweet juice. I pulled off and let Mike have his share. He drained 
him dry. We were in heaven. There was nothing to match the taste of hot 
man juice fresh from the source.

It took a few minutes before each of us had regain our breath and 
equilibrium. Ed sat up on his elbow and began to apologize for cumming 
too soon. "Don't worry about it," Mike reassured him. It was great, 
besides after 10 years you should have a hair trigger. There's nothing 
to be sorry about."

"And," I chimed in, "if you enjoyed it as much as we did there'll be 
other times when it will last longer."

"Enjoy it? I was great. I shoulda met you guys years ago. You can count 
me in as one of your gentlemen callers. You're great as a tag team."

And that's how we came up with the title for this series of stories. And 
there are more, including the next time we had Ed. That's when we 
insisted he keep his uniform on.