Date: Sun, 14 Jun 1998 09:03:36 -0400
From: "J.W. Martins-Bazinet" <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: Tag Team Suckers - 6

Mike and I have never been happier. We have the perfect relationship; a 
great home; good jobs; and a dream sex life. Not only do we have 
fantastic love making sessions once or twice a week, but we also have 
down and dirty action, blowing straight guys together as often as we 
can. As Mike says, "men are basically dogs, we're just dogs together." 
We love it.

Last August our neighbor and oldest "customer," Joe came over for a late 
night cook-out and swim. We ate our fill of hot dogs and hamburgers, 
slurped down a few brews and toked up two bones of killer home grown. 
Joe was very excited, his best friend growing up had written him saying 
he'd be in the area for the next six months. Joe hadn't seen him in over 
ten years, but through their teenaged years they'd been joined at the 
hip. 

"So why's he coming?" Mike asked.

"What's he look like and would he get off on a good blow job?" I broke 
in. I was feeling especially horny, my mind on Joe's meaty schlong, 
I was thinking only dick at the time."

Joe looked pointedly at Mike, ignoring me, "he's in the Navy, he's going 
to be taking courses at the Base." Then turning to me, "Glenn you gotta 
promise not to try anything funny. I'd fuckin' die if Willie found out I 
let a couple of guys swing on my joint. He was so hot with the ladies 
that he never went without, even in high school when the rest of us were 
bragging and jacking off he was gettin' the real deal regular."

"Shit, I've never met a guy in the Navy who wouldn't stick his dick in 
anything that was warm and wet. Besides you'd think you'd want to share 
something you enjoy so much with your best friend." I said only half 
kidding.

"Listen guys," Joe said almost whining, "he's married. If I thought for 
a minute he'd go for it I'd be the first to recommend you, but trust me, 
he'd never go for it. I know for a fact. When we were in high school, 
this gay guy put the make on him. Willie freaked, not because he hated 
the guy or anything, but because he couldn't even imagine some guy 
sucking his cock, he'd so into the ladies that he thinks it's totally 
uncool."

"Relax, Joe." I reassured him. "You know that Mike and I would never do 
anything to cause problems for you."

"Yeah," Mike chimed in "besides as long as you feed us this big piece of 
meat we're happy." He'd lean forward in his patio chair and was giving 
Joe's plumb basket a slow grope.

"But we'd be happy to have you and Willie over for supper sometime, if 
you'd like." He said as he began to untie the cord around the waist of 
Joe's sweat shorts. "For now I think the three of us should go skinny 
dipping in the pool," he had tugged the shorts down to the knees and 
Joe's piece began showing signs of life.

In short order the three of us shed our clothing. Mike and I walked down 
the stairs into the pleasantly heated pool. Our macho neighbor, on the 
other hand, cock now at full staff, ran around to the other end of the 
pool to the diving board and made a splashy butch entrance. He swam 
underwater until he reach our end then hoisted himself up onto the side, 
his full hardon sticking inticingly straight up. Mike went for it like a 
trout to a fly. He stood waist deep in water between Joe's legs, his 
head bouncing up and down on the fleshy prong. Joe leaned back resting 
the weight of his torso on his out stretched arms. 

I could see the action only in silhouette, the pool light being the only 
source of illumination. It was so sexy; the unmistakable profile of the 
man I love working his mouth up and down on the thick club rising from 
center of the reclining stud. The sight had my cock so up and hard that 
its leaking, the head jutting just up out of the water.  I drank in as 
much of this erotic vision as I could stand before the hunger for a 
piece of man meat overwhelmed me.  I moved next to Mike, he reluctantly 
gave way so that I could partake of the feast. 

I was more than hot, I attacked Joe's slab like a cheap whore. I 
couldn't get enough of it, I was in a cock sucking frenzy, he didn't 
know what hit him. In less than 30 seconds I had him begging for 
relief. His hips thrust forward until his cock was totally buried in my 
mouth. I felt it pulse and then it throbbed out gush after gush of his 
rich creamy load.

The sight, sound and musky smell of the action seemed to overcharge 
Mike's batteries. He nudged me aside and took Joe's still spewing meat 
down his throat. 

Not satisfied with just the last few drops he began to work on Joe with 
a lust driven passion. He would not allow this cock to deflate. His 
expert mouth and tongue soon had Joe all horned up again and urging him 
on. "That's it, eat that fucker, suck out that second load man, you can 
do it. Take it to the hilt. . . yeah, almost there. Oh yeah, that's the 
way. Your gonna' get it. . .oh, oh, I can't take. . .oh, here it is. . . 
aghhhh!!!"

His entire body tensed and as I reached in to cup his tight ballsac I 
could feel him trembling as he unloaded another hot, thick mouthful of 
his juice down Mike's gulping throat.

"As usual, fellas, that was fuckin' great. I'm not sure I can stand, 
never mind walking over to the house. I can't believe you can both give 
excellent blow jobs time after time."

"No such thing as a bad blow job," Mike laughed.

"You're right, but there is such a thing as a fantastic blow job and 
that's what I get every time."

"Then you should really think about sharing something so great with your 
buddy, Willie," I teased him.

Three weeks later Joe stopped by on Saturday morning to say that Willie 
would be spending the weekend with him and was the offer of an 
invitation to supper still good.

"Sure thing. How about 7:00 tonight. I was planning on serving a stuffed 
pork chops," Mike said.

"Sound great, he's a big eater, or a least he use to be."

"Don't worry Joe, we'll have enough."

"Do you think I should mention that you two are gay, or just let him 
figure it out?"

"I think you'd better tell him. No surprises, besides if he can't handle 
it, we're all better off knowing up front," I said. "Besides you don't 
want him to think the three of us have any secrets." I couldn't resist 
teasing him."

Joe stood in the kitchen making small talk and keeping us from our 
weekend chores. "I don't mean to be rude, but if there's nothing else, 
we have work to do if we're going to entertain tonight," Mike finally 
said.

Joe just stood there, a flush rising in his cheeks. He hemmed and hawed, 
before saying, "I was thinking, since Willie's going to be here, we 
won't have a chance for our usual Saturday night fun, so I was thinking 
maybe, if you guys were in the mood, that we could. . .uh, you know. . . 
now?"

An hour and three loads later Joe left a happy man, while Mike and I 
attacked the chores with inspired vigor. Maybe Willie was off limits, 
but Joe certainly didn't deprive us our share of liquid protein.

Around 2:30 Mike and I were doing yard work. We saw the Toyota with 
North Carolina plates in Joe's driveway, so we knew Willie boy had 
arrived. We were raking up leaves when we saw Joe and one gorgeous hunk 
dressed in the uniform of a Chief Petty Officer coming in our direction.
Mike and I glanced knowingly at each other, this guy was poster boy 
material. Joe hadn't mention that his friend qualified for the stud hall 
of fame. He was all man. Tall and lanky with buzz cut blond hair and 
hazel eyes, the face of a god and if you could ask for more that was 
there too. Running lazily down between his right leg and the material of 
his snug trousers was the unmistakable outline of a 6 inch limp cock. 

Mr. Navy was packing one hell of a big gun. Both Mike and I were 
distracted as Joe introduced us to his bud. He must have thought we were 
nuts. They didn't linger and with "see you tonight," they turned and 
headed back toward Joe's houes. They got in the Toyota and drove off.

Mike looked at me, "did you see the cock on him?"

"How could you miss it? He's hung like a fuckin' elephant. Not to 
mention how good looking he is."

"Jesus, if Joe wasn't such a good friend I'd proposition the guy. We 
have to behave," Mike laughed. "But, you never know."

"Right, you never know. Don't count on it, Joe knows what Willie's like. 
So just let's put it out of our minds before we loose them."

We finished up the weekly chores and got ready for our guests. Both Mike 
and I were on our best behavior. We didn't even smoke pot, we were so 
good. 

Actually the evening went fairly well. Willie had a good persoanlity and 
a killer sense of humor. He certainly wasn't a tight ass. The fact of 
our being gay was never mentioned, though we were sure Joe had told him. 
We liked him and he seemed to like us, at least he was relaxed and 
friendly in our company. As the two of them left around 11:00 we made 
promises to do it again before Willie finished his course.

Two week later Joe told us Willie would be spending the coming weekend 
at his place. We immediately extended a dinner invitation. Joe accepted 
saying Willie had hoped we'd have them over, he loved Mike's cooking.

The following Friday evening, Mike got stuck at work, an emergency with 
one of his patients. He didn't get home until 7:00, I suggested we send 
out for pizza rather than cook. 

"Sounds good, let me take a quick shower and smoke a joint first." 

"Maybe we can pick up a video too?"

Mike disappeared into the other end of the house and I returned to 
watching "Jeopardy." Just as Alex was about to ask the Final Jeopardy 
question I heard a knock at the back sliders. I walked from the TV room 
into the kitchen, there was Willie. 

I slid open the door, "Hey there, I didn't expect to see you tonight, 
come on in."

"Actually I was over at Joe's, he gave me a key. I finish up at 2:00 on 
Fridays, he figured I'd be more comfortable waiting here for him than 
at the barracks. He just called to say he's stuck at work and won't be 
home for another hour or so."

"It must be going around, Mike was late getting home too, some kind of 
patient emergency."

"I don't mean to barge in, but I'm hungry and Joe said to go ahead and 
eat without him, he'd grab a hoagie on the way home. Problem is I didn't 
ask him where I could find food, his frige is empty, except for beer and 
milk. I was wondering if you could recommend some place nearby where I 
can pick up a sandwich or something?"

"Sure, if you want. Mike and I are ordering a pizza in, if you'd care to 
join us you're more than welcome."

"It wouldn't be an imposition?"

"Shit no, happy to have you. Joe's a good friend, and any friend of 
Joe's, as the saying goes."

I took two beers out of the refrigerator, handing one to him. "Make 
yourself at home, the TV's right in there," I said pointing toward the 
door. "I'm just going to warn Mike we've got company so he doesn't 
stroll out here wearing just a smile."

"Who were you talking to?" Mike asked as I walked into the bedroom. He 
was toweling his freshly washed hair.

I filled him in on our unexpected guest. "Joe would piss himself if he 
knew Willie was alone with us." Mike laughed and I joined in.

"We have to behave, remember? But let's can renting a movie."

"I still want to get stoned, so I'll go for the pizza and blow one on 
the way. Why don't you place the order while I get dressed."

I returned to the other end of the house and asked Willie what kind of 
pizza he liked. 

"I eat anything except anchoives. Too salty and fishy," he said.

I ordered two large pies, one pepproni and the other with the works, 
except anchoives. Mike came out, exchanged greetings with Willie then 
left to pick up our order.

I went into the kitchen to set the table. Willie followed me a moment 
later. 

"Anything I can do to help?" He offered.

"Not much to do, I've got it under control, thanks though."

"So you and Mike are gay?"

That stopped me. "Yup," I said not knowing where we were headed.

"That's cool. I didn't use to think it was cool back before I enlisted, 
but I've mellowed with the years."

"Glad to hear it." I didn't know what else to say, but he seemed to want 
to go on.

"Yeah. When I first joined up I got to be real close with this real nice 
guy from Alabama. His name was Edgar Lee Edward III, but everybody 
called him Tray. Any way we became best friends, bunked togeter, took 
leave together, even fucked the same girls together. I didn't have a 
clue he was so good at covering up. Last thing you'd expect was the guy 
you'd been bangin' chicks with turning out to like dick."

He had my full attention by now. "So how'd you find out he was gay."

"We'd done a good-will tour of European ports and we were in Lisbon for 
our last port-o-call. We both pulled 24 hour shore leave and hit the 
town. Trouble was we didn't score with the Portuguese gals. Pretty, but 
very Catholic. They talked to us and were very friendly, but no dice. We 
ended up back in our hotel room, drunk, horny and alone.

"I was pissin' and moanin' about how hardup I was, how I'd fuck a snake 
if he held it still, you know the usual male kinda talk. What I really 
wanted to do was jerk off, but in the Navy you don't go there with 
another buddy. If I'd been a little more sober I'd have taken a shower 
to take care of business, but I was afraid I couldn't stand long enough.

"Then Tray starts on this sorta crying jag about how much he cares for 
me, how he hates to see me horny and hurting, how he wishes he could 
take care of my problem. Then he just looked at me and said 'whip it out 
and I'll take care of you.' I was shocked, but I knew he meant it. For 
the first time in my life I realized that I cared about somebody who was 
gay. That he propositioned me didn't bother me, fact is I was flattered.
I thought I should have wanted to kill him, but I didn't, I liked him 
too much. From that point on anybody being gay was cool with me. I just 
wanted you to know. I really like you and Mike and want you both to know 
that you being gay is totally OK by me."

He was awkward the only way a straight man can be when talking about 
being gay, but his heart was in the right place. He didn't mean to be 
condescending.

"I appreciate that, but I'm dying to know, did you take him up on his 
offer?"

He looked at me for a long moment. "No," he said. 

DISAPPOINTMENT!!!

He looked deep in thought, but then continued, "can I count on you to be 
totally discreet?" I nodded my head in response. 

"Not that night. It got me thinking though. Six weeks later we were back 
in the States, and spending the weekend in Virginia Beach. It was our 
first time alone since Lisbon. We didn't go pussy hunting, there was no 
longer any reason for him to pretend. We joked about him picking up some 
guy while I picked up a babe and the two of us fucking together in our 
separate beds. Of course we just went out drinking and ended up in our 
room alone. 

"Tray fell back on his bed and was snoring before his head it the 
pillow. I wasn't drunk enough not to be horny. I stripped out of my 
uniform and got into bed bareassed. I laid there gettin' hornier by the 
minute, my cock was sticking straight up demanding attention. I figured 
he was dead to the world so I started to stroke my bone, the worse that 
could happen was that he'd wake up and catch me. After his proposition 
that would hardly be a big deal, besides I was sure he was out for the 
count. 

"I was going at it pretty hard and heavy, real close when I stopped. If 
I had to settle for pulling myself off I was at least going to make it 
last. It was then that I realized the snoring had stopped. I looked over 
at Tray and saw his eyes transfixed on my throbbing bone. He realized I 
was looking at him, his eyes met mine and held them there. Not a word 
was spoken, he just quietly slid off his bed and came over to me. He 
knelt at the edge of the bed, bent over and swallowed me whole.

"At that moment I wanted nothing more than for him to make love to my 
cock. He was a master. He brought me right to the edge a dozen times and 
as though he could read my mind pulled back just in time. When I finally 
unleashed I just about drowned him in a torrent of my hot spunk, but he 
gulped down every drop, I was nearly out of my mind by the time he let 
loose. The next morning, with both of us cold sober, he did it all over 
again.

"A month later I transferred to the west coast and they shipped him to 
Italy. I haven't seen him since, last I knew he was living in Miami."

"Was that your only experience of that kind?" I asked trying not to 
sound to hopeful or anxious.

"Those two times were it. But I'll admit they were the two best blow 
jobs of my life. I think about them often, wouldn't mind having a 
repeat, but the opportunity has never come up and now that I'm married, 
well it wouldn't be right to go lookin' for it."

"What if the opportunity came up?"

"Well in almost 10 years it hasn't."

"Until now," I said.

It took a minute, but he caught on. "You want to blow me?" I nodded.

"Now? Here? Won't Mike be back in a minute?"

"Oh, I think we'd better wait for Mike, he'd be super pissed if he 
missed out on you."

"You mean the two of you together?"

"You know what they say, double your pleasure, double your fun."

"Let me get this straight, the two of you work on me, I don't have to do 
anything?"

"All we want is for you to kick back, enjoy and unload. How does that 
sound?"

"Too good to be true. But listen, please don't ever tell Joe."

"The next time Mike and I are sucking his cock we'll try and keep that 
in mind."

"You mean. . .?"

"An average of at least once a week for the last 18 months."

"I'll be fucked."

"Not tonight, we have other plans." We both laughed as the headlights of 
Mike's care turned into the drive. "Do me a favor haul yourself down to 
the bedroom, get out of your clothes and kick back on the bed. Mike and 
I'll be down in a minute."

Mike walked in stoned and mellow. He put the pies down on the counter 
and looked at me grinning like the Cheshire cat. "What bit you? Where's 
Willie?"

I quickly explained where our guest was and what he was waiting for. "I 
don't believe it! How? What did you say to him?"

"Believe it or not he did 99% of the talking. At the end I just made an 
offer and he accepted."

The pizza forgotten, we nearly ran to the bedroom. Willie was propped up 
against the pillows leisurely stroking was had to be at least 10 inches 
of straight, hard mancock. Little rivulets of precum were easing his 
efforts. Though not proportionately thick it was still a fistful, but 
clearly the longest dick we'd ever seen in the flesh. Mike couldn't 
wait, he postioned himself between Willies lanky outstretched legs and 
went down on him like he'd been without for months. Now Mike has become 
an expert cockman over the years, but this was more than he could 
swallow. He managed a good 8 inches, but despite his best efforts he 
couldn't take the whole thing. Not that Willie seemed to mind. He'd 
thrown his head back against the pillows, his eyes were screwed tight 
and his mouth hung open emitting small moans every half minute or so. 

I busied myself, crawling under Mike's bobbing head to work over his 
ample balls with my wet tongue. The smell of male musk hit my nose 
sending a rush of blood pumping into my already throbbing hardon. 

The guy had lasting power, Mike had worked on him as long as his jaw 
could hold out, then signaled me to take over. In one experienced motion 
we exchanged places, hardly missing a stroke on the engorged shaft. I 
loved the feel of his spongy head as I toyed with it. I ran my tongue 
around it and heard Willie groan from too much pleasure. Being by far 
the more experienced cock sucker I managed to take all of him, opening 
my throat to his lance until my nose was buried in his soft blond pubes.

I felt a thrill course through his body in response to being engulfed. I 
knew it was a sensation he'd have rarely felt and I sensed his 
appreciation. He began to pump his hips in rythm with my mouth's action. 
Soon he was bouncing up and down on the mattress, holding my head steady 
in his large hands, giving me the face fucking of my life. It was great.
I couldn't get enough; a lack of air mixed with the taste of him and the 
erotic assault on my throat combined to give me a rush and a high like 
few I'd had.

With no warning, no physical manifestations, his cock suddenly began to 
pour out gob after gob of the sweetest tasting male necture. I pushed 
back so I could better savor it. He loosened his grasp, but refused to 
let go until the pulsing stopped. He was drained. I managed to save a 
mouthful which I quickly shared with Mike before I collapsed back on the 
bed as drained of energy as Willie was drained of cum.

"Could one of you guys finish me off? Please?"

Joe was standing in the doorway. His cock was sticking out of his jeans 
and he was pounding away on it. His face was pleading, he was obviously 
in an advanced state of hornieness.  Mike slide to the floor and onto 
his knees.  He took Joe as the stud leaned back against the door frame, 
it only took a few strokes before Joe's knees sagged and you could tell 
he was pumping his offering into Mike hungry mouth. 

I'm pleased to tell you that Joe and Willie share one very important 
trait in common. Once both of them had recovered from their first 
orgasms Mike and I discovered that the evening had just begun. 

That's another story.