SUMMER 2016 | TAYLOR:
July turned to August, bringing with it the highest temperatures yet. By now, Owen and I were quite settled down in our Hell's Kitchen apartment, which unfortunately did not come with A/C, making sure we spent the entire time while we were home naked. With a boyfriend as hot as Owen, I had absolutely no problem with that.
Meanwhile, many of our friends were planning trips to Fire Island or the Hamptons or somewhere further, but Owen and I were too strapped for cash to consider a summer vacation like that. I kinda felt bad, only because it was Owen's 30th birthday, and I would've loved to be able to do something a bit more special. "Don't worry about it, honey. What we have is already special," my boyfriend assured me.
"Special" was definitely one way to put it! I'd never been in a relationship like the one with Owen. With time, our sexual dynamic got even stronger, and I found myself more and more into a submissive headspace. Looking back, all of my experiences with other men seemed pretty vanilla now in comparison. Being dominant came naturally to Owen (at least that's what it seemed like to me). He was a personal trainer and he loved working on his body, becoming constantly bigger and stronger. His attitude bordered on cocky at times, but I knew it all came from a good place.
Living by myself in New York used to cause me great anxiety at times. I'd come here all on my own, and it took me a while to get adjusted. It took two whole years to even realize I wasn't straight! Owen, on the other hand, got help from his dad's friends when he came to the city, so he always felt more confident. In my head, that's how I explained our sexual dynamic to myself: I was the anxiety-ridden one, who needed someone to just tell him what to do. Tell me where to go, how to act, whether to take their cock up my ass or in my mouth. Before meeting Owen, I wasn't even aware that that's precisely what I needed. And with him, I was safe to explore it all.
Even though it seemed like Owen's 30th would be no big deal, we ended up getting at least one unexpected guest. Owen's dad's best friend Scott was coming to New York for two days for work. It was all very last minute and he'd intended on getting a hotel, but my boyfriend insisted that he could come crash on our couch for the night.
"Besides, it's my birthday. It's a sign we need to hang out!" Owen insisted, and Scott agreed to the arrangement.
I'd met Scott a couple of months ago, at their crew's college reunion here in the city. I never got to talk to him much (I was more busy getting my dick sucked by C.J.) but he was a handsome daddy who probably didn't even realize how attractive he was. All these years after his divorce, Scott was still single. It made me wanna hop on a plane to Minnesota and find him a girlfriend there. He was way too sexy to be jerking himself off to sleep every night.
Owen's birthday fell on a Tuesday and I had to go to work that day. I snuck out of the apartment quietly, allowing my boyfriend (who had the day off) to get some more sleep. During my lunch break, I read a text from Owen that said he was going to the airport to pick up Scott, and that I can meet the two of them after work.
A few hours later, I left the office and I was surprised to find out the location where Owen and Scott were drinking: The Falcon, a gay leather bar not too far from where we lived. It was one of Owen's favorite watering holes, and he fit right in (even though The Falcon's clientele tended to skew a bit older). However, it was a weird place to take a straight man out for drinks but hey, it was Owen's birthday and he got to do whatever he wanted – as if he needed an excuse for that any other day.
I arrived at the bar to find my boyfriend and Scott standing at a high table, already a few drinks in. They were both rosy in the cheeks, but that's not where my eyes darted first. Instead, I looked at my boyfriend's impressive bare torso. Owen was shirtless, as were quite a few of the bar's patrons. I felt like a chump, wearing a suit and sweating like a pig, so I took off my jacket and tie as fast as possible. Before I knew it, Owen was reaching over and unbuttoning my shirt, undressing me in front of his dad's best bud.
"Stand still," my boyfriend said to me as he worked my buttons one by one. I'm not sure if he'd intended to sound so authoritative at that moment, but it made my cock stir. Owen and I always looked for new discreet ways to practice our kink in public, whether it was me wearing a cock cage under my clothes or Owen twisting my nips on the subway whenever no one was looking. Being undressed in public in front of a bemused Scott was such a turn on right now! I wasn't wearing the cock cage today, and my dick quickly filled up my underwear, making for a visible bulge.
"There!" Owen said after taking my shirt off, and he patted me on the ass. Next, he headed to the bar to get us all drinks. It wasn't until I was left alone with Scott that I started to feel a bit awkward. After all, I was standing here shirtless in front of my boyfriend's family friend, who was old enough to be my dad. Thankfully, Scott did nothing to increase the awkwardness. He smiled and chatted with me about work until Owen came back with our drinks. After returning to the table, my boyfriend came to stand behind me and put his right arm around my chest, scratching and stroking it before moving on down to my belly. It excited me to be stroked like this in public, especially in front of someone else, and my bulge kept getting bigger and bigger. Getting hard but not being able to cum like this felt like an exquisite torture.
With each stroke, Owen's fingertips moved nearer to my bulge. I couldn't wait to get back home tonight. Like pretty much every night, I was certain Owen and I would fuck. Granted, we had Scott crashing on our couch tonight, which probably meant my boyfriend would put a gag in my mouth to keep me from shouting out and disturbing his friend.
After about an hour at the bar, we decided to go get dinner at a nearby Italian place. Scott was gracious enough to pay for everyone's meal, and we walked back to our apartment feeling full and content.
Back home, everyone's shirts were off as soon as we were in through the door. This time, Scott joined us in getting shirtless, allowing me to sneak a peek or two of his buff, hairy daddy body. I'd been looking forward to getting Owen all to myself in our bedroom, but all of a sudden I wanted to spend as much time as possible in the living room with our guest as well.
"Let me fix us a nightcap," I offered, and Owen talked Scott into agreeing. Scott had his business meeting in the morning, but it was about 10 PM so it still wasn't terribly late.
While pouring drinks in the kitchen, which was stuffy because the windows had been closed all day, I got the idea to take my pants off in addition to my shirt. I walked back into the living room, wearing nothing but socks and a very tight pair of black briefs.
"Woof!" Owen barked jokingly out loud.
"Too hot to stay dressed," I said as I walked to Scott to hand him his drink. The handsome man winked at me while accepting the glass and brushing my fingers.
"I hear ya," my boyfriend replied and took his own shorts on. I figured Owen was getting down to his own underwear… until I looked and realized he had been going commando.
With my eyes wide in shock, I looked back and forth between my completely naked boyfriend and his close family friend.
"Relax, he's seen me naked before," Owen read my mind and said to me.
"Yup. Nothing new there," Scott chuckled, looking between Owen's legs, and then he added something even more salacious. "Just bigger."
"Yeah," Owen said proudly and wrapped his large hand around his thick schlong, waving it around in circles like a frat boy. Noticing my confused expression, he explained: "C.J. wasn't the only one of my dad's buds that I've hooked up with. To be honest… whenever we got together, one way or another we would all end up naked before long. And… stuff happened."
I'd known SOME details about the nature of the trips that this crew used to take back in the day, but I never knew it went quite so far and that everyone was involved. Owen was making it sound like a bona fide sex fest.
"So you two…?" I asked, pointing a finger between Owen and Scott, and taking a seat next to my naked boyfriend.
"I've sucked his cock once," Owen said proudly. "Remember? We were in Vegas."
"Oh, I remember," Scott chuckled again.
"And he's fucked me as well, right after I moved to New York."
Owen told me the story of how he shared a bed with his father Kevin that night, when Scott walked in drunk and stumbled in bed with them. Before long, Scott was fucking his best bud's son, right there next to a sleeping Kevin.
"Holy shit!" I said. My cock was once again growing in my underwear, and within seconds of hearing Owen's story I was rock hard. There was no concealing my erection in the tight briefs I had on.
"Told ya, babe. My dad's friends are a lot of fun," Owen said to me seductively, placing his right hand on my crotch and rubbing my hard-on.
"I just… Wow. I wish I'd known you then," I said, looking up and making eye contact with Scott. He smiled at me – or was it more like a smirk? – while my boyfriend continued to rub my cock, sending pangs of pleasure all over my body.
By now I knew well that Owen used to be a bottom when first starting out as a teenager, but it was still difficult to imagine him getting fucked by anyone else. I'd topped Owen a few times in our relationship, but I'd never seen him get fucked by another man, even though we often indulged in threesomes and moresomes with other fellas.
"So you fuck guys as well?" I asked Scott while still looking him in the eyes, doing my best not to sound as nervous as I felt.
"Not really. I haven't fucked another guy since Owen," Scott answered, pointing at my nude partner.
"Well maybe we should do a repeat?" Owen suggested mischievously. "It is my birthday after all. Don't you think I deserve a gift?"
"What do you have in mind?" Scott took a sip and then licked his lips. He put the glass down on the table and placed his hand on his bulge, which by now seemed to be growing as well.
Rather than answer verbally, my boyfriend got down to his knees and crawled the few feet to where Scott was sitting. Owen planted his face in Scott's crotch, sniffing it like a dog before reaching for the zipper and pulling it down.
I watched in awe as the scene played in front of me. My dom top boyfriend on his knees, ready to service his own father's best friend. Was he really about to do it?
Of course, Owen wasn't the type to back down once he set his eyes on something. Within seconds, Scott's daddy dick was popping out of his fly, looking juicy, hairy, and half-erect. It was tempting to get down on my own knees and snatch the cock for myself, but of course I wasn't about to do that to Owen.
Instead, I watched as my boyfriend showed me a whole different side to himself. In a servile manner, he pleasured Scott's cock with his hands until the middle-aged man was fully hard. Then, Owen leaned in and took the hard cock in his mouth, audibly lapping up the precum that Scott was already producing.
"Fuck," I let out a moan, rubbing my boner while enjoying the show. Since Owen was kneeling with his back to me, I could see his asshole every time he leaned forward to swallow more of Scott's dick. My boyfriend usually kept his whole body smooth, and that included his hole, which looked tight and pink and perky, like it'd never been touched – let alone fucked – in his life.
Scott probably noticed me looking at Owen's ass, so he leaned forward and ran his hand down Owen's spine until his fingers reached my boyfriend's hole. Scott teased it for a few moments, before bringing his hand back up so he could spit on it and then go back to fingering Owen's asshole. While watching them, I pulled out my dick and got rid of my underwear, starting to jack off openly. There was no awkwardness in the air anymore; just sex and lust.
Owen moaned while getting his hole fingered, although most of it was stifled by the mouthful of cock he had.
"That's a nice hole, isn't it?" Scott asked me, his middle finger sliding in and out of my boyfriend's asshole.
"Fuck yes it—"
But I never got to finish my sentence, because we were interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing. On the floor next to me were Owen's shorts, buzzing loudly. I pulled his phone out to see the word "Dad" on screen.
"Aww, it's Kevin. Pick it up," Scott said to Owen, giving him permission to take his cock out of his mouth.
Owen wiped the saliva and precum dripping down his chin with one arm and took the phone from me with the other.
"Hi Dad," Owen answered. He was still kneeling on the floor, but he was facing my way now and he shot me a cheeky wink.
"Evening, Son," I could hear Kevin's voice coming from the phone. Owen often put his cell on speakerphone while on a call. "Sorry I didn't call you earlier, I got caught up at work and we're an hour back here. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! How are you doing? Is Scott there?"
"Oh, he's here alright," Owen laughed. Right at that moment, Scott came to kneel behind Owen, placing his hard daddy cock between Owen's cheeks.
"Hi, Kevin!" Scott said loudly. "Don't worry, I'm taking good care of the birthday boy."
I watched in awe as Scott started to push his cock inside Owen, who was able to take it with ease, but not without letting out an extended moan.
"What're you guys doing there?" Kevin asked over the phone.
"Oh, just fucking around," Scott told his best friend as he began to thrust back and forth inside his son's ass.
"Mmm," Owen let out another moan. With Scott fucking and pushing him forward, my boyfriend came to rest his hand on my lap while I sat on the couch.
"Are you at home? I'm surprised you're not out drinking," Kevin continued the casual conversation, clueless to what was really going on, while his son placed his hands on my full balls and then started kissing my cockhead.
"We were out at a bar earlier but we're back at the apartment now. I can't be hungover for my meeting tomorrow," Scott answered Kevin's question, since Owen's mouth was too full to talk. By now, Owen was sucking my cock, almost making me shoot my load prematurely with how turned on I was by all this.
"Oh, when has that ever stopped you before?" Kevin said. "Go out, have fun! I can't be there, so you gotta show my boy a good time."
"Oh I am, don't you worry about that," Scott replied, almost busting out laughing. He was thrusting faster and faster, his hefty nuts slapping against Owen's thighs with each forward thrust.
"Yeah? Is he being good to you, Son?" Kevin asked Owen, who took my dick out of his mouth to reply.
"Yes, Dad. He's taking real good care of me."
"Good, that's what I wanna hear. You don't turn 30 every day. And is Taylor there as well?"
"Hi, Mr. Morris. Yes, I'm here," I said as my cock went back inside of Owen. With Scott on the other end of him, my boyfriend swung back and forth as he got stuffed from both ends.
"I've told you to call me Kevin," Owen's dad corrected me. "And listen, if Scott gives you any hard time, feel free to kick him out!"
"No hard time at all," I replied, licking my lips while eyeing Scott's hard cock as it went in and out of Owen's tight hole.
"Hold on Kev, I'm just about to give your son his present," Scott said and leaned forward, resting his weight on top of Owen's strong body, panting and thrusting harder than ever. I knew what was happening: Scott was cumming inside Owen's ass.
"Ooh, what is it?" Kevin cooed over the phone, oblivious to what was happening.
"Ahh. Aaah!" Owen tried to hold back from moaning out loud, but he couldn't help but let a few semi-suppressed moans escape his lips as he got bred by his dad's best bud. Picturing Scott's DNA filling up my boyfriend's guts was too much for me: I started to shoot my own load inside Owen's mouth, causing him to shut up and swallow my babies.
"What're you boys doing there?" Kevin asked, suspicious of all of our grunting and moaning, which was also turning into laughing. Scott and I emptied our balls inside of Owen, who was now blowing his first nut as a 30-year-old all over the floor. When Scott noticed Owen cumming hands-free, he wrapped his wrist around Owen's cock to help milk it.
"Dad, Dad –" Owen panted while Scott extracted his sperm. "Aaah, mmm. Let's talk tomorrow, okay? We're kinda busy now."
"Okay. But I wanna hear about everything you've been up to," Kevin said. We all said our byes just as we got done blowing our loads, and Owen hung up the phone.
"Phew! That's one way to celebrate a birthday," he said as he and Scott both got up off the floor and gave each other a hug. Owen's back was turned to me again now, and his muscular ass was right in my face. Unable to contain myself, I buried my face in his cheeks and started rimming his freshly-fucked hole.
"Hold on," Owen said, and started to push out the cum load Scott deposited there just a few seconds ago. The cum was still warm and fresh, and I swallowed all of it down before saying goodnight to Scott and going to sleep.