Date: Fri, 17 Jul 2009 09:46:26 -0400
From: keybedder@aol.com
Subject: Tres Leches

TRES LECHES* by K. Nitsua. Copyright 2009 by the author.

*<i>Tres leches (three-milk) cake, for those who might be unfamiliar with
Mexican cuisine, is a traditional Mexican/South American dessert,
consisting of a sponge or other firm yellow cake that is soaked after
baking with a mixture of evaporated milk, condensed milk, and heavy cream,
then chilled. In some versions the third milk is coconut milk. The finished
cake is topped with whipped cream.</i>

When my partner Jay and I went out to dinner a couple of weeks ago we had
no idea things would get so interesting.

It was a Wednesday in July, another in a string of stifling hot Texas
summer days. Neither of us could stand the thought of adding more heat to
the air by cooking anything.

"The usual, Bobby?" Jay asked.

I shrugged. "Too hot to think. Sure."

"The usual" was Mi Amor, a little Mexican restaurant that had opened in the
neighborhood a year and half previously. Jay and I had tried it soon after
it had opened and immediately taken to the place. The food was fresh and
tasty, not heavy or greasy like most Mexican, and very reasonably
priced. The decor was low-key. The service was fast and friendly.

Most of all we liked the owner, Will, who most times we went we saw hard at
work, manning the register, walking around checking on customers, or
sometimes even helping serve. No matter how busy he was, he always had time
to smile and say hello when he saw us. We knew from articles about the
restaurant in the local paper that he had left a successful management
position in a major national restaurant chain to start his own place.

Will definitely didn't fit the stereotype of your average restaurant
owner. He was fit and trim, not an ounce of fat on him. His face was tanned
and youthful, his hair just beginning to be flecked with silver at the
temples. He favored a casual look at work, polo shirts and jeans, which he
looked damn good in, both from the front and the back. Since we were
usually sitting and he was standing when we saw each other it was pretty
easy for me to check him out, discreetly, or so I thought. During one of
these visual inspections I raised my head and saw a grin on his face that
told me he knew exactly what I'd been looking at. I blushed, then
relaxed-he was family.

Six months ago Jay and I celebrated a milestone-our twentieth
anniversary. On a lark one evening right after Christmas we collared Will
as he walked past our table, and asked him if he ever rented out his place
for private parties.

"We haven't been open long enough to do that," he said, "but I'd like to."

"How about starting with us?" Jay asked, plunging right in like he always
did.

Will raised his eyebrows. "You all?"

Jay gestured to me. "It'll be twenty years for us next month. We want to
throw a big party for our friends. But we don't want to cook or clean
house."

At that he laughed. "I hear you." Will leaned forward. "I think something
can be arranged. Why don't you come around in the morning sometime this
week, before the lunch rush, and we'll talk about the details."

"I think this is the first time I've ever seen you sit," I remarked a
couple of days later. The three of us were at a table with price lists,
menus and plates of food samples in front of us.

Will smiled. "Getting my own establishment off the ground has been the
hardest thing I've ever done. We're keeping our heads above water, though."

"Glad to hear it. You're doing a great job with this place."

"Thanks. Happy to be of service to you guys. Twenty years together, that's
awesome. I can't keep a boyfriend for twenty days."

"You?" Jay said. "Hard to believe."

Will laughed, embarrassed. "Too busy, I guess. So have we decided on the
menu?"

Long story short, the anniversary party was a smashing success. Sixty of
our friends showed up, chowed down on a delicious Mexican buffet, drank
beer and sangria, and had a great time. We had a running slide show of
pictures from our years together. Toward the end Will surprised us by
bringing out a piece of tres leches cake, a Mi Amor specialty, with a
candle and a big number "20" on top. We blew it out together and kissed
afterward as everyone cheered and applauded.

We were the last ones to leave. Will walked us to the door and hugged both
of us in turn.

"Thanks for everything," I said to him.

"My pleasure," he replied, keeping hold of my arm and smiling into my
eyes. "Looks like everyone had a good time. See you soon."

We walked in silence toward our car, parked down the street.

"Good guy," Jay said. A pause.

"I wouldn't kick him out of bed."

We made eye contact, and laughed.

"Neither would I," I told him.

Our relationship with the owner of Mi Amor definitely went up a notch after
that. Will not only continued to greet and chat with us in his usual genial
way, but sometimes our drinks would be comped, and once in a while an
entire meal. The first time that happened Jay tried to pay anyway. Will
pleasantly but firmly refused his credit card.

"Listen," he said, putting his arm around Jay's shoulders, "I've gotten
quite a few new customers from your party. It's the least I can do."

Jay reported the conversation to me when he returned to the table, fanning
himself in mock agitation.

"Wow," I said. "So he really likes us."

"Yeah. I think we should invite him over for a three-way."

I snorted. "As if."

Jay grinned and dropped the subject. Still, the seed had been planted in
our minds. When talk finally became action, though, we really hadn't
planned it.

I think it was because it was so darned hot. Even though it had gotten dark
by the time we swung into the parking lot of Mi Amor that evening it was
still sweltering. The short walk to the entrance made beads of sweat pop
out on my forehead. I sighed with relief as we opened the door and cool air
hit us.

It was late, a half hour before closing, and only a few tables were
occupied. At Mi Amor you ordered your food at the counter, paid and got
your drinks. Your meal would appear at your table a few minutes later.

As we were sipping our frozen margaritas a familiar voice said, "So who has
the burrito?"

"Hey!" I said when I looked up and saw Will's smiling face. "You're working
late tonight. That's mine."

"You guys are a sight for sore eyes," he said as he put our plates in front
of us. "It's been a hectic night, especially for mid-week. I've been
running my butt off."

"Poor baby," Jay said. Then he said something that made my fork stop in
mid-air.

"Why don't you stop by our place after you close? We'll have
drinks-stronger stuff than this if you want," he gestured to our
margaritas. "You can sit by our pool and unwind. Put your feet up, cool
off, all that good stuff."

I looked up at Will. His expression was thoughtful.

"Well, that's real nice of you." He shook his head. "I don't know. It'll be
at least an hour after we close before I could get away."

I heard my own voice. "We live five minutes from here. We don't have to get
up early tomorrow. Just think about it."

Will's grin reappeared. "Okay, I will. Why don't you give me your number
and I'll call you when things start settling down."

"Think he pooped out?" I asked some time later at home.

Jay shrugged. "It's not even eleven yet. He said he'd call. Let's give him
a few more minutes."

At that moment his cell phone rang. Jay picked it up and put it to his
ear. "Hello. Oh, hey." He winked at me. "Absolutely you can still come
by. You need directions?"

Ten minutes Jay opened the door for Will. "Wow, great place," he said as he
walked in, looking around.

I shrugged. "We like it. I'm sure you have something just as nice."

Will shook his head. "When I moved here I sold my house in Tucson and sank
everything into the restaurant. Right now I'm living in a one-bedroom
apartment. This is a real treat, guys."

"Well, come out back and we'll show you the pool. I think it's finally
cooled off enough so we can sit out there."

"This is incredible," Will exclaimed a few minutes later. We'd gotten him
settled in a chaise lounge with a gin and tonic. "You actually have a
view."

"Yeah," I explained, "This property adjoins a greenbelt-city parkland. The
nearest house is across the draw. You can see the lights over there," I
pointed. "But it makes a big difference not having something right in back
of us. And the lots in this subdivision are large enough so we have a lot
of privacy."

"Pretty nice."

"It is," Jay said, taking a swallow of his beer. He chuckled. "We can even
skinny dip at night, if I keep the lights low like this and we don't get
too loud."

"Really?" Will said. He didn't say anything else. I decided with mingled
disappointment and relief that whatever we thought might happen tonight
wasn't going to happen.

Jay reached over and took my hand. We drank and chatted a while longer
about work, city politics, this and that. I began to feel sleepy. Suddenly
while I was talking a tremendous yawn came out in mid-sentence. "Sorry," I
said to Will. "I guess it's getting late."

"Maybe a little dip in the pool would wake us all up."

I shot a look at Jay, who gazed back at me with wide-eyed innocence. I
smothered a grin. Trust my partner not to give up so easily.

"Sounds good to me." It was Will.

At first I couldn't believe my ears. Then I felt a familiar excitement rise
in me, and something else leapt to attention as well. Before I could lose
my nerve I stood up and began to peel off my clothes. I was wearing only a
T-shirt, shorts and flip-flops, so it took just seconds to get naked. I
walked the few steps to the pool and slipped beneath the surface, enjoying
the feel of the cool water on my skin as I stroked toward the deep end.

When I surfaced and looked back Jay and Will were following my lead. My
partner splashed in while our friend was still peeling off his CKs. I
brushed my wet hair out of my eyes so I could get a good look. I wasn't
disappointed. In the dim light Will's body was lean and toned, his pecs
defined, his stomach flat. Even at this distance I could clearly see the
cut cock that snaked down in front of a nice set of balls.

"So are you coming in or just going to give us a show?" I called.

Will grinned and finally slid into the pool. Jay was already by my side,
the two of us treading water as we watched his form glide underwater toward
us. He surfaced with a whoop, shaking his head and wiping his face.

"Oh boy," Will said. "This feels fantastic. Thanks so much for having me
over, guys."

"Our pleasure," I said. The three of us paddled in a circle, facing each
other, close enough to touch. The warm, humid night surrounded us. There
was no sound except the gentle splash of the water and the crickets
chirping. Then Jay moved forward and took Will's face in his hands.

"Welcome, hot man," he said in a low voice, just before putting his mouth
to Will's.

The sight of my lover making out with our new friend got my blood
racing. The next moment my arms were around them both. Will very sweetly
let Jay go and turned to me. His lips and tongue were warm and soft, his
face cool and scratchy with stubble. When we broke apart I saw his smile
flash out in the semi-darkness.

"Nice." He turned and breast stroked back toward the shallow end. When he
got near the edge he turned, waiting for us to catch up. I saw the head of
his erect cock poking out of the water, and knew that he was as hot for
this encounter as we were.

Jay got to him first. He backed Will up to the wall. They stood in the
shallow water, kissing. I knelt in front of them, taking Jay into my mouth
first before releasing him and getting my first taste of Will's long,
slender and rock hard dick.

After a while Will's arms pulled me to a standing position. I smiled into
Jay's eyes, then looked down as our friend blew both of us in turn, finally
taking our cocks and pushing them together so he could stuff them both into
his mouth.

As hot as the idea of a double blowjob was, in reality it wasn't too
comfortable. My partner must have thought the same thing because after a
moment he gently pulled back. "Want to take this inside?" he said to Will.

"Sure. One more swim first, though," Will said, as he let himself fall on
his back into the water. He grabbed my arm on the way down, so I had to
follow him. The three of us swam back into the deep end, diving under each
other, embracing and kissing and grabbing each other's cocks and other
sensitive parts until I thought I could cum right there in the middle of
the pool.

I got Will into an upright position, both of us treading water. I threw one
arm around his neck and let the other one trail down his back, my finger
tracing the crack between his cheeks until it found his asshole. One firm
push and Will's head snapped back, his mouth opening in a gasp. "Fuck
yeah," he whispered.

Jay was already clambering out. He headed for a hamper we kept on the pool
deck and pulled out three towels. "C'mon, guys," he called, holding two out
to us.

We quickly dried ourselves off and went into the house, leaving clothes and
towels scattered on the deck and chairs, too horny to think about anything
except having at each other some more. Our hard cocks swayed in front of
our bodies as we walked.

Jay led the way into our master bedroom, and the three of us fell onto the
king-size bed in a tangled heap of flesh, trapping Will's smooth body
between our two hairy ones, laughing as we rolled and grappled on the
mattress. I ended up on my back with Will on all fours over me, his cock in
my mouth, mine in his, while Jay rose and stood at the foot of the bed, for
the moment a spectator.

I raised my head and washed Will's balls, then parted his cheeks with my
hands as I made my way with my tongue up to his asshole, which was
surrounded by just a few wispy hairs-quite different from Jay's bushy
orifice. As soon as my tongue began to dart and flick into the opening Will
began to moan on my cock. He let go and said, "Fuck that's sweet-eat my
ass, baby, yeah."

"Suck my dick," Jay said, cutting off Will's dirty talk by shoving his
prick into his mouth. Will obeyed eagerly. That left my cock unattended and
I climbed out from underneath. Jay and I got him to turn around and a few
moments later our roles were reversed-Will was back sucking me while my
partner ate out his hole. Jay was an expert rimmer, as I knew firsthand,
and after a while Will had to express his appreciation.

"Damn, you boys get me so hot. So which one of you is going to fuck me
first?"

"Condoms in the drawer," Jay reminded me, his face and beard smeared with
spit from his labors.

"No." This was Will. I looked at him, puzzled.

"You guys are clean, right? No diseases?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

Will's eyes bored into mine. "Then do me bareback. I want both your loads
up my ass. So fucking hot when I feel a man's cum shooting in me."

I had to admit the idea turned me on. I looked at Jay, who smiled slightly
and shrugged. Why not? I bent and found Will's mouth with mine. We
tongue-wrestled while Jay walked over to the dresser and got the lube. He
was greasing up his thick cock as he came back.

My partner and I had begun having three-ways a few years back. We'd sensed
our sex life getting stale and agreed that inviting a guest once in while
might give it a jump start. I hadn't been sure what I was getting into, or
how I would feel when I saw Jay messing around with another guy.

I had no idea that it would be such a complete and utter turn-on to watch
my buff, hairy and very well-endowed lover expertly split an unsuspecting
bottom open. Now it was our friend the restaurant owner who was going to
get a memorable fuck. I climbed off the bed so I'd have a ringside seat.

Will waited, elbows on the mattress, head down, his pretty butt in the
air. Jay got a fingerful of lube and stuck it up Will's hole. He got on the
bed behind our friend. I knew he wasn't going to give Will much time to get
used to the invasion. Sure enough, almost as soon as Jay's cock found its
target my partner gave a quick thrust and the blunt purple head disappeared
into Will's hole. Something between a moan and a scream issued from Will's
throat.

"Ohhh fuck! Ahhh! Ahhh!"

Jay ignored his gasping protests and continued his relentless penetration
until his balls were pressed against Will's butt cheeks. Only then did he
show some tenderness, leaning forward and wrapping his arms around his
conquest, kissing Will's ear and murmuring, "Take it easy...relax...."

"Oh sure," Will snorted, finally managing to get a coherent sentence
out. "Ever try and relax with a log up your butt?"

"Jay's bottomed, so he knows how it feels," I told him. "He'll let you get
used to him. You okay?"

Will shook his head. "Christ, I won't be able to walk tomorrow." He closed
his eyes and willed himself to accommodate Jay's ramrod inside him. We fell
silent, except for Will's agitated breathing.

"Mmm," Jay said. "I can feel you give. Good man. So fucking tight and
sweet, your hole." He pulled back and I saw his glistening shaft start to
emerge from Will's insides. Before it got all the way out he slammed it
back in, drawing another tortured cry.

"Go ahead," Will hissed through gritted teeth. "Do your worst. Fuck me."

Jay, of course, didn't need any instruction. He gripped Will's hips and
began to drive his dick into him. He started slow, but gradually kicked up
the pace and force of his strokes until there was an audible slam each time
his pelvis hit Will's butt. I watched, totally enthralled, my own cock so
hard it was aching.

Now that Will had gotten used to Jay's monster inside him his rhythmic
grunts were ones of pleasure, not pain. He raised his head and grinned at
me.

"Lucky man, getting this cock whenever you want."

"Humph," I said, "You mean when he's in the mood, which is mostly never."

Jay threw me a look meant to kill. Will laughed. "Why're you standing over
there being a wallflower. Let me have yours." He pointed to his mouth.

I'd just about decided to rejoin the action myself. I got in front of Will
and fed him my pole. As he got to work on it I looked up at Jay. He still
looked a bit miffed, though not enough to get distracted from the task at
hand.

I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "C'mon, lighten up. You know
I love you."

Jay rolled his eyes. "Yeah right."

"Guys, can you save it for later? You're gang-banging me, remember?" It was
Will.

"He's right. Let me have a crack at him," I said to Jay.

"I haven't cum yet," he protested.

"I'll give him back, I promise." I grinned. "Make the slut clean you off."

"Yeah," Will said. "Damn. Please."

Jay relented and pulled out. I grabbed Will's shoulders and got him to turn
over on his back, my favorite position to fuck. We switched places over our
bottom, me kneeling between his raised legs and Jay straddling his
chest. As I grabbed Will's ankles and slid into his stretched and
pre-greased hole, my partner choked off his moan of approval with a
mouthful of cock marinated in his own ass juices.

I fucked fast and furiously, afraid that Jay would demand Will's ass back
before I had time to really get into it. I shouldn't have worried-he was
having too much fun dominating Will with his cock, shoving it in and making
him gag until tears ran down his cheeks. Give Will credit, he kept coming
back for more, grabbing Jay's butt to steady himself, bobbing his neck up
and down and twisting it from side to side in his frenzy of lust, his hair
and face soaked with sweat from his labors.

By now none of us was talking or arguing. We were into that special place
that can happen when the sex is really great. Nothing mattered except our
pleasure and the pleasure we were giving each other. It was only going to
take one small push for all of us to start going over the edge.

I was the first. What pushed the last button was when I saw Jay rise and
pull his dick out of Will's mouth. He hiked his knees forward just enough
to let Will taste his ass. When I saw Will's tongue begin to explore the
furry crevice between Jay's cheeks I lost it. "Fuck I'm cumming," I
screamed. I gave a few last thrusts before the floodgates opened.

"Fuck," I kept repeating as I shot what felt like a gallon of cum into
Will's ass. I bent my head back, eyes screwed shut, savoring every second
of the best orgasm I'd had in quite a while.

Finally I started to come down from my high. I heaved a huge sigh and
opened my eyes. Jay had let Will go and was watching me. He grinned. "Good
boy. Now it's my turn."

"Fuck yeah," Will said. "Let me taste myself on you, Bobby."

"Hands and knees, boy," Jay said. "Doggy style for you."

Will grinned and obeyed. As soon as he'd assumed the position Jay and I
plugged him at both ends again. I flinched a little as he washed off my
still-sensitive cock.

"You want it? You want it?" Jay was working hard, his hips almost vibrating
with the speed of his fucking, his eyes glazed with lust. It wasn't going
to take him long. Sure enough, it was just a minute or two before a
prolonged "Aah!" rose from his throat, followed by a series of hoarse
gasps, and I knew he was seeding Will's hole with the second load of the
night.

My partner's eyes were closed, his face frozen in that mask of ecstasy I'd
seen so many times. He fell forward onto Will's back. Then Jay grabbed
Will's wrists and straightened, forcing him up on his knees, his arms
stretched out in a spread eagle. Will's cock jutted up from his crotch,
rock hard.

Jay caught my eye. "Suck him off," he said.

As I obeyed, bending down to take Will's erection, Jay fell backward, still
holding onto Will. The two of them ended up on their backs on the bed, my
partner underneath, his cock still in Will's ass. I grabbed our friend's
cock and began to suck him hard, sliding up and down on his shaft as fast
as I could. Jay turned Will's head and kissed him. Their lips and tongues
tangled as I reached up, pinching and squeezing Will's nipples. He couldn't
hold out for long against our combined assault-his muffled moans grew
louder until he broke away from Jay's mouth and shouted, "I'm cumming!"

"Mm hmm," I said eagerly as blast after blast hit the back of my throat and
filled my mouth with salty hot liquid. I swallowed some but kept as much in
my mouth as I could. I waited until Will's thrashing and whimpering had
begun to subside, then made my way up his body toward his face.

Will was waiting for me-he knew exactly what I was planning. "Give it to
me, man," he whispered as I opened my mouth and dumped his load into his.
We shared a long, sticky, slippery kiss, passing Will's cum back and forth,
before I let Jay in on the action too. He clamped his mouth to Will's and
took his share, before completing the circle by passing it back to me. We
swapped sperm for minutes more, our arms wrapped around each other. Finally
we were spent. The three of us lay on the bed, Will in the middle, waiting
for our breathing and heartbeats to return to normal, still loosely joined.

Will spoke first.

"I don't want to spoil it, guys, but--" he said. "That was incredible."

Jay shrugged, an exhausted smile on his face. "What can we say-we aim to
please. Like you at the restaurant."

I looked at the bedside clock. It was one-thirty a.m.

"Jesus, look how late it is. Do you have to work tomorrow?"

"I told my assistant manager I wouldn't be in to lunch."

I tapped him gently on his cheek. "So you planned this."

"Nah. I figured just in case." Will smiled. "I kind of could tell you all
were interested."

Jay snorted. "Kind of. We weren't exactly subtle."

Will put his arms around our necks and pulled us both toward him. "You guys
are sweet. Not to mention fucking hot. I'm glad I came by tonight."

"So," I told him, "Are we."

After we cleaned ourselves up a bit, we got into bed and turned out the
light. For a while there was no sound but our quiet breathing. Then I heard
a low snicker from Jay.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, really. I couldn't help thinking... Will got three loads dumped
in him. Tres leches."

Will started to laugh too, quietly. "Without the cake?"

I reached underneath the covers and squeezed his soft cock. "You were the
cake, Willie. Mighty tasty, too."

Will yawned. "Can't wait for breakfast."

"Is that a promise?" I asked.

"Maybe. 'Night, Bobby."

Breakfast did turn out to be a bit more than toast and coffee. But that's
another story.

END