Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2007 07:49:45 -0700
From: qwb224@gmail.com
Subject: Stonegate Stables ch 35

Sorry about the goobers in the previous version
of this chapter. Gotta love ascii.

This is the 'real' version of chapter 35 and it
has a few differences from the old one, thanks to
David of Hope, so you might want to read it
again.



Stonegate Stables

Chapter 35


I guess I should have seen it coming. They spent
lots of time together, most of it half naked
already, but the day I came home to find Matt and
Katie skinny dipping took a few years off my
life. To begin with, I've never seen a real live
naked woman. Pictures, yes - in the flesh, no. So
that was a shock in itself. Adding to that, that
it was Katie someone I knew and liked - made it
even more bizarre.

It was the first Saturday in August, clear and
hot.  I'd run over to the barn that morning to
meet Barney's new family. The daughter was
ecstatic to be getting a real jumper, and her
parents were thrilled at the price.  We were
adopting out the rescue horses for various
amounts, depending on their background, health,
skills, usefulness, etc, and Barney was going for
the bargain basement price of $2500, a twentieth
of what he'd cost without a bowed tendon.

They'd decided to board him with us, and signed
up with Adam for a full training schedule aimed
toward competing in the fall series of state-wide
hunter/jumper shows.  TJ and Gabriel were there,
all smiles cause good old Barney was getting a
new home.  They had washed and clipped him, and
his dark bay coat gleamed in the morning sun as
the girl led him around the yard.  He looked like
he was worth every bit of $50,000, arching his
neck and prancing a little when the morning
breeze freshened.

We got the paperwork signed, the check handled, a
training contract drawn up, and Barney put in a
stall in the main barn before I could get away
and go back home to a day of gardening and
working on my tan.

I pulled into the drive, let myself in through
the garage to the kitchen, and headed for the
fridge to get some iced tea when I heard Katie
shriek.  At first, I couldn't tell if it was a
whoop of laughter or a cry of distress, so I
stepped quickly to the patio door and looked out
at the pool.

As I stared, a naked Matt pulled himself out of
the pool and chased after an equally naked Katie,
who had foolishly taken refuge at the end of the
diving board.  Her curvy body was mostly tan,
just small bits of white here and there that her
suit usually covered, and her pink-tipped breasts
swayed with the motion of the diving board.

Matt's dick flopped from thigh to thigh as he
jogged around the corner of the pool, and I felt
a stir in my crotch.  As I watched, Matt barreled
down the board, wrapped his arms around Katie,
and launched them both into the water, Katie
shrieking madly the whole time.  They were having
a blast.

As they disappeared from sight, I sank down at
the little table in the corner.  What to do?  I
could go out there and bust them, or I could
sneak away and let them play until they were
ready to quit on their own.  Despite Paula's
comments during our walk, I felt a responsibility
to keep some sort of moral eye on Katie.
However, tromping out to the pool to see her
stark naked didn't seem to be exactly the kind of
eye I had in mind.

I decided to go visit Vincent at the restaurant
for a while. It was almost noon; we could sneak
out back and make out on the stairs for a while,
and then have lunch together.

Just as I started to get up, the patio door flew
open and Katie dashed in, followed closely by
Matt.  When he grabbed for her, she turned around
and flung her bikini at him
before sprinting through the kitchen and down the
hall, bareassed and laughing all the way.  Matt
caught her suit in one hand just as he caught
sight of me sitting there.  He
dropped the hand holding her bikini down to
cover up his crotch, which I thought was
hysterical.  How many times had I seen him naked
and sucked on the dick he was sheltering behind
the scrap of Katie's hot pink suit?

"Jesus, you scared me.  I .  .  .   we .  .   .
"  He stopped and took a deep breath.  "You're
home."

"Yes, I am," I replied in a neutral voice,
holding his gaze and biting the inside of my
cheek to keep from smiling.

"We, uh, we were just, um.."

"Swimming?"  I offered with wide-eyed innocence
as his voice trailed away.

"Yes, swimming.  Naked," he added unnecessarily.

"Okay, then."  I nodded.  "Be careful, it's too
soon for babies."

He must have sensed some concern in my voice.

"It's OK, I got it covered," he half grinned.

"Matt?"  Katie called from the hall.

"Coming," he hollered, still looking at me.

"Well.  I'm going to go have lunch with

Vincent."



He nodded back, and I left, thinking what a
strange episode that had just been. When I got
to Corleone's and told Vincent, he thought it
was funny, as he found most things involving
Matt and Katie.


"Oh, leave them be," he advised as he fed me a
tiny tomato from the salad table.  "Even if they
end up fucking .  .  . which, I admit, seems
pretty likely .  .  .   Matt needs the
experience.  Relax," he added, sliding his hand
down my ass and between my legs as he backed me
into the big freezer.

It was cold, but it was also private, so we
groped each other for a few minutes until my
chattering teeth forced us back into the warm,
fragrant kitchen.

 We dined in one of the little alcoves, sharing
a sampler platter of appetizers and a big bowl
of salad with warm, soft, garlicky bread sticks
that I always ate too many of. Eddie stopped by
our table to chat for a minute.  He and Matt
still went out now and then - dancing usually -
and Eddie stayed for dinner occasionally.  He
was a really good looking kid.  His face had
matured recently, and he now looked less like a
gangster and more like the spitting image of
Vincent at that age.  Vincent had been a few
years older when we'd met, but the resemblance
was striking and it made me smile.  Vincent
caught me staring after Eddie as he
walked away.

"Cute kid, huh?"

"Yup," I agreed, tearing my eyes from Eddie's
tight butt to look into Vincent's amused face.
"But you're the only Italian I'm hot for."

"Yeah, right," he snorted.  "Speaking of which,
it's been a while since we, uh, entertained
anyone.  You up for something?"

"Sure," I nodded.  "Got somebody in mind?"

"Uh-uh," he said with a shrug.  "Surprise me."

I looked at him for a moment, trying to figure
out what he wanted, but he gazed back with a
bland expression and helped himself to more
salad.

When I got back home, Matt and Katie were
sprawled on the couch in the den, looking like a
hetero version of Vincent and me, each leaning
back against an arm with their feet in a pile
between them.  They were reading and eating left
over pizza while James Taylor sang about copper
kettles.  Each of them had on a pair of Matt's
boxers, and Katie was wearing a cut off tank
top; at least it was something.  They both
smiled up at me when I waved from the doorway,
then went back to their books.



Early on the morning of August 22nd, I awoke to
an empty bed.  I sat up, listening carefully,
but I couldn't hear Vincent in the bathroom, so
I got up and walked quietly down the stairs and
along the hall.  The den is always the first
place I look, and there he was, settled into the
oversized chair in front of the window, wrapped
in a quilt.  The sky was beginning to lighten,
and I could just make out his features from the
doorway.

It had been a year to the day that Vincent had
been attacked.  I'd been wondering what affect,
if any, today would have on him.  I'd been
nervous just thinking about arriving home
tonight, wondering if everything would be okay.
It's foolish to think that something awful would
happen on the exact same day, but still, I'd
been dreading that first look down the hall to
where I'd seen his torn shirt laying.

Vincent's head was dropped back against the
chair as he gazed out into the early dawn.  His
face was expressionless, and I wouldn't have
known anything was wrong except for the rhythmic
clenching of his fist in the folds of the quilt
where it lay across his leg.  I watched him for
a bit as the room slowly brightened, wondering
what to say, how best to assure him that today
was a day like any other.

Except we both knew it wasn't.

He heard my sigh and turned, his dark eyes
meeting mine for a long moment before he held
out a hand to me.  As he pulled me onto his lap,
he held his nuts up out of the way so my butt
could slide down between his thighs to rest on
the cushion.  I scooched down a little more and
leaned back so that I could slide my arms around
his waist with my head on
his chest.  He snugged the quilt around us and
we settled against each other.

Neither of us spoke for a while, long enough for
the sky to transition from almost-black through
gray-pink, to pinky gold, and finally to the
palest of blues.  Vincent's heart thudded
steadily against my ribs as the sun broke the
horizon, turning the meadow into a glistening
sea of dew.

"I don't think I can come straight home from
work," he murmured to me.  "Not tonight."

"Me neither," I agreed.  "You okay?"

"Yeah, just kinda . . .  I don't know.  Not
scared, really. Just....."

His voiced faltered, and he was silent for a few
minutes.

"I guess I am scared," he finally admitted
softly.

I made a quiet sound of understanding.  He
rested his chin on top of my head and tightened
his arms around me, sighing deeply.  When he
spoke again, his voice was just a whisper.

"Thank you for sticking with me when it got bad.
I know it was hard on you."  He paused.  "I'm so
sorry I hit you that night.  I still feel
terrible about that."

"It's okay, baby," I assured him.  "That wasn't
the worst part for me.  I just felt so helpless.
I didn't know what to do to make it better for
you."

"You couldn't have done anything, Sean.  I had
to go through the whole process, I think, to
really get over it.  But the anger scared me;
I've never felt like that.  I wanted to hurt
someone, and I was so afraid that it would be
you - that I'd lose just lose it and really hurt
you." Another pause, then softly, "I couldn't
have lived with that."

I tipped my face up to him and he kissed my
forehead, then my closed eyes.  As he worked his
way to my mouth, I felt his penis stir against
my side and I pressed into it as my own cock
came alive.  We kissed for a while, touching
each other, letting the need build.

Vincent ran his hand up my back, over my
shoulder, and down my chest, tickling my nipple
before flattening his palm on my stomach.  The
pressure of his hand as it slid across my hip
and along my thigh, shortened my breath with
anticipation.  He stopped at my knee, holding me
for a moment, and then moved up to take my cock
in his fingers. The first time he brushed the
pad of his thumb across my slit, I moaned into
his mouth.  His hand worked me gently, tugging
and stroking until I was straining up into his
tight fist, his grip slick with my precum.

Finally, Vincent pushed me to my feet and led me
up the stairs to our room.  When we got there,
he let go of my hand and crawled onto the bed,
dropping spread eagled onto his belly right in
the middle of the mattress.  It was so like I'd
found him a year ago that it shocked me for a
moment. Then I realized that this was his way of
dealing with it, of thumbing his nose at what
had happened to him.

He'd been raped that day - taken by force in an
act of violence.  Now he was offering me that
very same act, but done with love, which made
all the difference.

I was shaking a little as I crawled onto him,
covering his body with my own.  The mound of his
ass pressed into my belly as I nuzzled his neck
and shoulders, running my hands down to his.
Our fingers gripped tightly at first, but I felt
him gradually relax, his hands easing up on
mine, his body softening under me.

I was silent as I moved slowly down his back,
kissing his warm skin and licking along the
knobs of his spine.  His face turned to the side
and I saw him smile as I sat up to move further
down the bed.  I pushed his legs further apart
as I knelt between his thighs.

I love Vincent's ass and I don't get this
opportunity as often as I'd like, so I took my
time with him, dragging my thumbs up from his
nuts, through the valley of his ass, to the base
of his spine as my spread fingers sunk into the
meat of his butt.  Each time I slid across his
hole, he'd moan softly and arch his back,
coaxing me in.

I moved back slightly and dropped onto my
stomach, keeping a hand on him as I got into
position.  The smell of him filled my head as I
pressed my face into the crack of his ass, and
we moaned in unison as my tongue teased him.  I
know that when he rims me, I never want him to
stop, so I spent a long time there, licking him,
kissing high inside his thigh, nibbling on his
tightly-drawn nuts.  When we were both humping
the sheet, I crawled quickly up onto him, almost
desperate to bury my cock in him.

I wasn't especially gentle as I entered him - I
was too aroused for that - but he was ready for
me, pushing back onto me with a force that got a
grunt from both of us.  I stopped then, gripping
his hips to hold him still while I got myself
under control.  I know I think about things too
much sometimes, but I couldn't help remembering
the images from a year ago.  Finding him tied to
this bed, in this room, burned and bleeding, had
been the most horrifying experience of my life,
and as I straddled him, buried in his body, it
all came back with a rush.

I leaned forward onto my hands, my breath coming
short and quick, battling tears as my dick
softened.  Vincent raised his head, and then sat
up quickly, twisting to take me in his arms.

"Oh, Sean," he sighed.  He lay back, pulling me
with him. As his hands comforted me, he spoke
softly.  "I guess trying to ignore it isn't
gonna work.  Don't cry, baby.  It's all over.
We're safe here, just you and me."

I struggled to keep my voice even.  "I'm sorry.
I can't do this . . .  not here, not today."  I
sniffed hard.

He was silent for a moment, his hand motionless
on my back; then he sighed deeply.  He put a
finger on my chin, tipping my face until he
could see my eyes.  "I'm sorry, too, sweetheart.
I guess this wasn't such a hot idea after all.
Come on, let's try something else."

He climbed out of bed and tossed me a pair of
shorts. Taking me by the hand, he led the way
down the stairs, through the kitchen where Maria
was starting breakfast, and out the back door
onto the patio.  I had no idea where we were
going, and squinted in the morning light as we
made our way through the garden.  When we
skirted the hot tub and turned down the little
path to the cabana, I started to smile.

There was enough light coming through the closed
blinds to see our way to the bed.  He stopped
there, turning to take me in his arms for a
moment before he hooked his thumbs in my shorts
and hauled them down.  He left them around my
ankles as his hands glided back up my legs to
grip my ass. When he leaned forward and bit my
thigh, I jumped and laughed nervously, then
gasped as he took my soft dick into his warm
mouth.

The change of scenery and Vincent's aggressive
playfulness did the trick.  I hardened quickly,
all the bad memories evaporating as he tugged
firmly on my balls.  I groaned deep in my
throat; pain and pleasure so closely entwined as
to be one and the same.  After a few moments, he
pulled slowly away, and I looked down to see a
shimmering strand of saliva mixed with my precum
connecting the tip of Vincent's tongue to the
tip of my cock.

As an arousing visual, it was right up there
with the very first time I'd watched the tip of
my achingly hard erection disappear into
Vincent's hole.

We both watched in fascination as he slowly
moved further back.  Finally, when it was about
eight inches long, the glistening strand
snapped.

"Oh, fuuuck," I growled.  Something snapped in
me also, and I pulled Vincent up to me, kissing
him hard, running my tongue around his mouth to
taste myself in him.  He felt my urgency and
fell back onto the bed, ripping his shorts off
as he drew his knees back.  I didn't need an
engraved invitation - I grabbed my dick and
shoved it in, panting in my need to get inside
him.

He grasped my legs, squeezing tightly, and I
began to thrust with short, hard strokes that
would finish us quickly.  Our labored breathing
filled the room, taking on a higher note as we
both got close.  Vincent beat me by a few
strokes, letting out a high keening sound as he
climaxed, his cock dark and swollen in his tight
fist.

As his body contracted around me, a hard orgasm
jolted through me, leaving me shaken and
trembling.  Vincent reached a hand around the
back of my neck and pulled me down onto him, the
puddles and splatters of his cum cool against my
sweaty skin.  As my cock softened and left him,
he rolled us to our sides, raising his head to
look at me.

"Feel better?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at
me as his fingertip traced circles around my
nipple.

"Yes," I sighed, wishing we could spend the day
here, safe in this quiet room, naked and alone
together.

He leaned down to kiss me.  "Good, me too," he
said as he rolled to his feet.  We put our
shorts back on, and reversed our earlier trip,
nodding at Maria as we passed through the
kitchen, ending up back in our room where we
showered and got ready for the day.

We hadn't discussed our plans for that evening,
but Wade called me around eleven and invited us
to their place for dinner.  From the tone of his
voice, I realized that he knew what day it was,
and I thanked him for his thoughtfulness.

"Well, I figured you guys might wanna get out of
the house for the evening," he said.  "Christ
knows I'd want to, if it was me."

Vincent and I met at their place.  I arrived
first and was seated on the back deck with a
drink when Vincent came around the corner of the
house.  Wade and Cody greeted him with warm
hugs, and Cody kissed him thoroughly before
releasing him to come to me.  He held my eyes as
he crossed the deck, knelt between my knees, and
took my free hand in both of his.
"How was your day?" he asked me, searching my

face. "Uneventful.  Yours?"

"The same."


We grinned at each other, and in that moment,
everything was okay - the tension of the morning
was gone, and we had a great evening with Wade
and Cody.  No sex - although Cody groped me
briefly when I passed him in the hall - just
good food and intelligent conversation.  We left
around nine, Vincent following me slowly through
the neighborhood and into our well-lit garage.

Matt and Adam were in the den, laying together
on the couch watching TV, but we didn't join
them.  Regardless of Katie's intentions -
whatever they were - the bond between Adam and
Matt seemed to be gaining strength.  Instead, we
went up to bed, curling up together to talk
about our day as we usually did.  It was a nice,
normal end to a nice, normal day - a day like
any other.


The following Tuesday, Danny showed up later
than usual, and seemed out of sorts, giving one
quick nod to my cheery greeting.  I held horses
for him, a treat I allowed myself for having
gotten all caught up on paperwork that morning.
He worked silently through the first three,
speaking only when necessary to instruct me to
walk them out or turn them around.  I put the
third horse away, and when I came back empty
handed, Danny frowned at me.

"Let's take a break," I said, taking his arm and
leading him into the nearest tack room.  He
pulled away from me and walked to the window
with his hands shoved into his pockets. I
watched him for a few minutes, then stepped up
behind him and rested my hands lightly on his
shoulders.  He tensed for a second, and then
slumped against me, dropping his head back onto
my shoulder with a gusty sigh.

"Talk to me, Danny," I said softly into his ear
as I wrapped my arms around him.

He took a deep breath, and then raised his head.
"I told my dad last night."  His voice was rough
with emotion, and he moved away from me as he
continued.  "He went nuts, like I figured he
would.  Told me I'd regret it my whole life."
He sighed as he turned to look at me.  "Sorry I
was late today. He owns the building I live in,
and he kicked me out this morning.  I have to
move all my shit by the fifteenth, so I was
looking at apartments."

He scrubbed a hand down his face and rubbed his
eyes for a moment, muttering, "Fuck," under his
breath.  I waited until he looked up again, and
then went to him.  He returned my hug, clutching
me hard for a few seconds before easing off to
hold me loosely, his forehead resting on my
shoulder.

"I can solve your housing problem," I told him.
"Move in with TJ and Gabriel.  There's two empty
bedrooms, and the place is huge . . . plenty of
room for the three of you."

He pulled back to look me in the face.  "Yeah?
God, that'd be great."

"You can use the horse trailer and a couple of
the guys, like we did when Vincent moved in."

"Man, that'll take the pressure off finding
something quick. I only need it till the end of
the month maybe."

"Well, move in, and if you like it, just stay.
The house is a business expense cause TJ and
Gabriel are employees, so no rent.  Can't beat
that."

"No shit, but I can't do that.  I gotta pay you
somethin'."

"Whatever."  I waved my hand in the air before
cupping the back of his head and leaning in to
kiss him.  I'd intended it to be a brief one,
but he tightened his arms and pulled me to him,
tilting his head for a better angle.  His mouth
was hot and hungry, and I was breathless with a
thickening cock when he released me.  I held
onto him for a second as I got my balance and
opened my eyes.

Danny was looking at me with the same hungry
expression he'd had after seeing 'Full Moon'
last week.  His gaze followed my hand as I
reached down to adjust my dick, and then came
back up to meet my eyes.  He was breathing hard
through his slightly open mouth, his lips wet
from kissing me.  He looked absolutely
delicious.

"Come home with me," I said to him, breathing
quickly myself.  "Stay the night."

He stared at me for a long moment, the
implications of my statement sinking in, and
then he nodded without speaking. I stepped back
from him, turning away as I asked him when he
wanted to move.  We settled on Friday, and I
opened the tack room door and walked out into
the barn aisle just in time to see Adam leaving
the barn with Barney and his new owner.  He
glanced back, raising a hand in recognition as
Danny appeared behind me.

We finished the rest of the horses, and he
followed me to the house.  We found Vincent on
the patio wearing low-slung shorts, his grilling
apron, and nothing else.  His body was lean and
brown in contrast to the white of the apron, and
he looked hot.  He greeted me with our usual hug
and wet kiss, and when he turned to Danny, Danny
kissed him like he'd kissed me in the tack room.
Vincent was caught off-guard with a bar-b-q fork
in one hand, but he wrapped his free arm around
Danny's back as they swayed slightly.

Finally, Danny ended the kiss, and they stared
at each other, a little wild-eyed.

"Well, fuck, it's nice to see you, too," Vincent
said, as I laughed.

Vincent finished grilling his chicken, and we
ate on the patio as the sun sank in the sky and
the horses grazed in the twilight.  I told
Vincent what Danny had told me, with Danny
contributing a detail now and then.  He'd
cheered up considerably since our talk in the
tack room and was able to speak about his fight
with his dad more rationally.

Vincent shook his head.  "Unfortunately, your
story is the norm, not the exception.  The good
news is that most families come to terms with
it, over time."

Danny snorted.  "I won't live long enough for my
old man to come around."

I didn't know Danny's dad well, but I expected
he was right.

It was a lovely evening, so we took a second
bottle of wine down to the hot tub.  As we
undressed, I noticed that Danny's fat dick was a
little chubbier than usual, so I reached over
and gave him one long, downward stroke before
stepping into the swirling water.  He closed his
eyes with a groan when I let him go, gripping
his dick tightly for a second.

Vincent watched all this from the hot tub, a
wine glass in one hand and, I assumed, from the
angle of his shoulder and the look on his face,
his cock in the other.  I sat on the ledge a
couple feet from him and tugged on Danny's ankle
until he climbed down between us.

The garden was dark with a clear night sky
overhead, and as we sat there, the stars
appeared.  It was one of those nights where they
were so sharp and bright that it seemed you
could reach up and touch them.  I took a last
sip of wine, and then turned to set the glass
over by my clothes. As I turned back, I
straddled Danny's lap, holding the edge of the
tub on either side of his shoulders.

As I settled down onto him, our bobbing dicks
touched, and he gasped in surprise.  He looked
up into my face as I rocked against him, and
then gripped my hips tightly in his strong
hands.  We both hardened quickly, the force of
the water currents adding to our arousal.

"Oh, Jesus," he moaned, just before I kissed
him.  Vincent kept his hands to himself at
first, pumping his own cock slowly, watching us
kiss.  Then he turned to us and reached in to
take both our dicks in one hand, squeezing them
together and tugging firmly.  Danny broke our
kiss to pant against my neck, and after a few
moments he stiffened and groaned, a deep
guttural sound that vibrated through his chest.

As his cock pulsed against mine, I held still,
gritting my teeth, just barely hanging on.  I
pried his fingers loose from my hips, knowing
I'd have bruises tomorrow.  He caught his breath
and mumbled, "Sorry, I .  .  .  sorry."

I caught his face in my hands, forcing his eyes
up to mine. "Danny, that was the whole point.
You know?  Nothing to be sorry about," I said,
smiling at him.

"Yeah, but . . . fuck.  I never cum that quick."

"You've never been had by Vincent and me."

"Well, that's a fact."  He smiled, relaxing, and
I moved back to sit beside him.  We sat quietly
for a few minutes until Vincent spoke.

"You wanna give me a hand here?"

I was watching Danny's face as Vincent guided
Danny's hand to his cock.  They both closed
their eyes as Danny got into a rhythm, Vincent
uttering little grunts now and then.  I slid
further around the tub so I could watch them
Vincent's head dropped back in enjoyment,
Danny's bent forward in concentration.

After a few minutes, Danny cleared his throat.
"Why don't you, uh . . . stand up?  I wanna . .
."

He couldn't get the rest of the words out, but
he didn't need to.  Vincent stepped up onto the
ledge, one foot on either side of Danny, and
aimed his hard cock at Danny's face.  Danny
hesitated for a second, then grasped Vincent's
dick in one hand.  As his mouth opened, his eyes
dropped shut, and he leaned in to give his first-
ever blow job.  At first, he seemed awkward and
unsure, but as I watched, his moves became more
confident and controlled.  He sucked Vincent in
long, slow pulls that came clear off the end of
his cock each time.

Vincent leaned forward to brace his hands on the
concrete, his tight belly brushing the top of
Danny's head with each stroke.  I was about a
quarter of the way around the tub from them, and
now moved to the opposite side and sat up on the
edge barely touching my throbbing cock.  The
view of Vincent's taut legs and flexing ass
muscles really lit me up, and I came in a noisy
orgasm that had Vincent twisting his head around
to look at me.

When I could stand, I stepped back into the
water and walked up behind him to finger his ass
lightly.  That finished him off, and he pulled
out of Danny's mouth and jerked himself as he
fired thick, creamy cum over Danny's shoulder,
then onto his neck and chest.  Danny looked dumb-
struck, still holding Vincent's thigh as he
touched a ropey strand with one fingertip.

Vincent climbed out of the tub, gave me a hand,
and then ruffled Danny's hair.  "Ready for bed,
there, hot stuff?"

Danny mumbled something incoherent as he stepped
up out of the water.  His dick was half-hard
again, and he looked at it in surprise.  I
laughed at him, standing there dripping water
and cum all over the concrete.  His head came up
and he started to laugh with me, a big, silly
grin plastered on his face.  We dried off a
little, wrapped the towels around our waists,
and trekked back to the house.

Danny hadn't been upstairs before and looked
around curiously as we came into our bedroom.
Vincent fired up the shower and I pushed Danny
in after him, joining them under the steamy
spray.  We scrubbed each other, taking turns
doing backs and dicks and chests, playing a
little, but we all had to get up for work in the
morning, so we cut it short, toweled off, and
headed for bed.

Vincent got there first and tugged me in next to
him.  Danny stood there uncertainly for a
moment, watching us snuggle up together, clearly
feeling like a third wheel.

"Get your ass in here," I told him, holding the
sheet up in invitation.  He lay down stiffly on
his back, not touching me until I put an arm
across him and pulled him to me.  Then he
relaxed, reaching up to hold my wrist lightly.

Vincent kissed the back of my neck, and I passed
it along, kissing the corner of Danny's mouth.
I lay awake after both of them were sleeping,
listening to their soft, even breathing in the
still of the room, wondering how Danny would
feel in the morning.



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