Four Friends

FOUR FRIENDS (PART TWO) by K. Nitsua. Copyright 2003 by the author.

It was my worst nightmare come true. My lover had caught me getting sucked off by our best friend. I gaped speechless at them, Lloyd still kneeling before me, my wet cock hanging out of the front of my pants. As stunned as I was, I couldn't help noticing a hint of detached amusement in our host's eyes.

No matter what he was thinking, Richard's manners were perfect. "I'll leave you gentlemen alone," he said, and left, shutting the door behind him.

"Bruce--" I began. He waved both hands in the air, a violent, meaningless gesture.

"Don't."

"Bruce, I'm the one you should blame," Lloyd said.

My partner said, his voice icy, "As of right now you are not welcome in my house." He looked at me, and I recoiled at the cold anger in his face. "You disgust me."

He turned, opened the door, and walked out. I began to shake. My stomach lurched and I had to fight not to heave my guts out onto the carpet.

Lloyd stood, wiping his mouth. "Gene, I'm sorry." He grasped my shoulder but I twisted away.

"Yeah, sure you are." All I wanted was to get out of his presence. I smoothed my hair, stuffed myself back into my pants, zipped up and left. I began to hurry as I descended the stairs. At the bottom I looked around, searching for Bruce.

"He left, Gene." It was Richard, standing nearby. He came over to me and spoke in a low voice. "I haven't said anything to anybody. And I won't."

I felt a surge of mingled gratitude and shame. "Thanks, Richard. And I'm sorry about this."

He made a dismissive gesture. "It happens. I caught David doing the same thing in our old place one night. We survived and you will too, darling. Good luck."

"Thanks." I hugged him, walked out the door and down to the street. There was an empty space where our car had been parked. Bruce had driven off without me. I stood there for long moments, at a loss, close to tears.

"He took off, huh?" It was Lloyd, the last person I wanted to see.

"Yeah." My fists itched to punch him out, but it was too late now.

"He's probably gone home. Let me give you a ride."

"And leave Charlie stuck here?"

Lloyd sighed. "I'll come back here, Gene. I'm not that much of an asshole. Just give me a minute."

He turned and walked back toward the house, I guess to tell Charlie where he was going. I wondered just how much of this he would find out. The thought made me feel even worse.

After a long while the door opened again. I saw Lloyd and Charlie come out together. When they reached the street Charlie clapped me on the shoulder, a sympathetic expression on his face.

"Lloyd says you need a ride home. I'm sorry about whatever's going on."

"Thanks, Charlie." I couldn't look him in the eye.

"I'll be back in a while," Lloyd said.

"Sure. Take your time." To my surprise and dismay, he turned and hugged me. "Take care, Gene. I hope you guys work it out."

I glared at Lloyd over his shoulder. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

"How can you sleep at night, lying to him like that," I raged as we drove toward my house.

Lloyd looked straight ahead at the road. "Let me take care of Charlie. You worry about Bruce."

I slumped back in my seat. We rode in silence the rest of the way. When we got home I saw Bruce's car in the driveway. That didn't mean a great deal. Even now he might be busy throwing a few things of his into a suitcase. Or, more likely, throwing a few things of mine in.

Lloyd parked the car in front. "Thanks for the ride," I said, not looking at him.

"I'll come in with you."

I laughed in disbelief. "I really don't think that would be a good idea right now," I said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

I opened the door. Lloyd touched my shoulder. I turned, about to tell him to leave me alone, but something in his expression stopped me.

"Gene, I know you're angry, and you have every right to be. You may not believe me but I think I can help. Please."

We stayed looking at each other a moment longer. Finally I nodded and got out of the car, slamming the door shut. I heard the other car door open and close behind me. I walked up the driveway, not waiting for Lloyd.

As I got to the front steps the door swung open. My heart skipped a beat as Bruce came out.

"What the fuck is he doing here?"

"He wants to talk," I said.

"You have half an hour to pack and get out."

I'd been ready to grovel, beg forgiveness, but somehow I found myself getting mad instead. "I'm not going until we at least talk."

Bruce glared. "I should've thrown you out the last time."

"You can't throw me out. This house belongs to both of us."

"Gentlemen, why don't we take this inside?"

Bruce ignored Lloyd. "You coming in or what?"

"Lloyd wants to talk," I repeated.

For a minute I thought he was going to slam the door and leave us both outside. Then my partner turned and disappeared into the house, leaving the door open.

We followed him in. When Lloyd and I got to the living room, Bruce was waiting for us, the same hard expression on his face.

"All right," I said. "I broke my promise."

"We agreed," Bruce said.

I sighed. "I know, if it happened again we were through."

"Bruce, aren't you being a bit hard on him?" Lloyd said.

"This is between Gene and me," Bruce snapped. "You really need to go, Lloyd."

Lloyd didn't move. His eyes flashed. "You're certainly acting like the injured party here. So I suppose Gene's cool with what happened between you and me last year at the gym?"

I didn't comprehend for a moment. "What?" I asked, like a fool. Bruce stood silent, staring at Lloyd, the color draining from his face. His fists clenched, then unclenched. He spoke at last, very quietly.

"You asshole."

I finally understood what Lloyd was saying, the bombshell he had dropped. "Bruce," I said, keeping my voice as steady as I could, "What is he talking about?"

Bruce had been standing in front of our living room couch. Slowly he lowered his body onto it.

"Last year, when Lloyd and I were working out at Steve's Gym together," he said, his voice toneless. "We messed around in the steamroom a couple of times."

"Oh my god."

He turned to me, the anger gone from his face, replaced by anguish. "I knew it was wrong, Gene. That's why I quit the gym. I told Lloyd I didn't want our friendship to turn into that."

I tried to remember. Bruce had suddenly stopped the tandem workouts with Lloyd and had been vague about why. Now I knew. Feeling as if I'd been hit, I went over to the couch and sat down, a safe distance from my partner.

Bruce said, "We agreed it would be best if neither of us ever said anything about what happened. We just got carried away." He looked at Lloyd. "I can't believe you opened your big fucking mouth."

Fury began to smolder through the haze of shock surrounding me. I turned on Lloyd. "What in God's name have you been doing to us?"

Our friend--maybe former friend--looked at us, his expression grave.

"I'll go. But just hear me out. What about the years we've known each other? The birthdays, the parties, the trips? What about the time I drove Bruce to the emergency room when he got that blocked intestine while you were at that conference, Gene? Doesn't that count for something?"

I was about to cut him dead, but Bruce gave a curt nod. "You've done a lot for us."

Lloyd sat in a nearby chair. "I admit it. I never could separate friendship and sex. For what it's worth, I'm sorry. It was wrong, wrong, what I did."

He raised his head and looked at us. "We can't ever go back to what we were."

"I won't argue with that." This from Bruce.

"So should I just go? Never see you guys again?"

We were at a turning point. Were we about to shut one of our best friends out of our lives forever? I opened my mouth, not knowing what I was going to say.

"I don't want that, Lloyd." I looked over at Bruce. He shook his head.

"Neither do I."

Lloyd sighed and blinked rapidly. "Thank you."

We sat in silence for a long while. At last Lloyd spoke.

"I have an idea. Promise you won't shoot me."

The barest hint of a smile from Bruce. "If I were going to kill you I would've done it already."

"Okay." Lloyd took a deep breath, then words came in a rush. "I still want you both. I want to start over and do it right. Us together. No secrets."

Bruce and I sat, considering what Lloyd had just said.

If we went with what he was proposing it would go against everything we had tried to build in our partnership. I wasn't sure we could survive such an upheaval.

I was still angry at Lloyd. But what did it say that he'd succeeded in getting Bruce and me to cheat on each other? He'd exposed our supposed monogamy as the sham it was.

Bruce raised his head and looked Lloyd straight in the eye.

"I don't know who to punch out first, you," he said to our friend, "Or you." His brown eyes pierced me and I couldn't hold his gaze. Then Bruce expelled his breath in a heavy sigh.

"But I can't pretend I'm squeaky clean either."

Lloyd smiled. "I'm evil enough for the three of us. What do you think of my idea?"

Without meaning to I found myself thinking about the mechanical, joyless sex Bruce and I had had for the past couple of years. That part of our relationship had lost its magic, however much I still loved him. Then I thought of the hot, guilty pleasure I had felt earlier this evening. What if we could have both the love and the pleasure? Wasn't Lloyd offering us that?

"You're leaving one thing out," I heard Bruce say. "There are four of us."

I was amazed. He wasn't dismissing the notion out of hand.

Lloyd shook his head. "Charlie would never agree to this. He's absolutely vanilla."

"Does he know about you and us?" Bruce persisted. His gaze bored into Lloyd and he shifted in his chair, uneasy. I had a sudden picture of Professor Walker nailing an unprepared student in class.

"Not exactly. We have, uh, kind of an understanding."

"He approves of you fucking around with your friends?"

"Bruce, take it easy," I said.

He ignored me. "You're a selfish prick, Lloyd," my partner said. "Charlie's way too good for you."

Lloyd hung his head. Bruce's shot had hit home. "You're right," he said in a low voice.

"Don't even think of leaving him out of this. Anything we do, we do with all of us."

My heart skipped a beat. I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly. Lloyd raised his head again, his mouth agape.

"Bruce? Are you saying you'd try it?"

My partner looked at me, and for the first time that evening his eyes were tender, like the old Bruce I knew and loved. "Seems like we need to try something." He reached out a hand and squeezed my knee. "What do you think, Gene?"

His touch brought a lump to my throat. "Bruce, I'm so sorry about..."

Bruce nodded. "I know. Looks like we could use some help, doesn't it? Maybe Lloyd's right. This could be a shot in the arm for us. Kind of like a tax cut."

I rolled my eyes, swallowing the tears that had threatened to spill over. "Spare me the economics." Bruce grinned.

"Better with our best friends than somebody off the street, right?"

"Right." I was still in shock. My respectable, conservative other half was saying yes to group sex. Just goes to show you never know anyone as well as you think.

Bruce turned to Lloyd and his voice hardened. "But nothing happens until you get Charlie's okay. Otherwise the deal's off. Clear?"

Lloyd nodded, looking a bit stunned himself, but smiling. "Absolutely. I'll talk to Charlie tonight." He stood and extended his arms. "Give me a hug, you guys."

We hesitated, then converged on him, arms extended, and promptly bumped into each other. We extricated ourselves, laughing a little.

Bruce looked at me. "Gene, I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

I put my arms around him. "Only if you forgive me."

"Of course I do. We're quite a pair, aren't we?"

We held each other in silence, forgetting Lloyd until he cleared his throat.

"I'm so glad we're going to do this," he said. "It'll be great."

"Let's hope," Bruce said. "It's been a long day. You know the way out, right, Lloyd?"

"It's all arranged." Lloyd's voice was excited when I answered my cell phone a week and a half later. "You said you were free this weekend, right? I booked a suite at the downtown Hyatt until Sunday morning. Let's meet for dinner at the hotel restaurant Friday after work and take it from there."

"So you talked to Charlie?"

Lloyd clicked his tongue and answered with exaggerated patience. "Yes, Gene, I talked to Charlie. He's coming too."

I'd secretly hoped Charlie would hit the ceiling and torpedo this crazy idea. It wasn't going to happen. "Well, that's good, I guess."

"See you Friday, around six. We'll meet you downstairs."

Friday arrived. Bruce and I packed a few things after work and drove down to the Hyatt together. We didn't say much on the way there. Lloyd and Charlie met us in the lobby. We hugged each other as we always did, but there was no point in pretending that this was just another of our nights out. My heart sank when I saw how glum Charlie looked. I wondered what had gone on between him and Lloyd lately.

"I've already checked us all in," Lloyd said, handing Bruce and me plastic key cards. "Charlie and I unpacked before we came down. Why don't you guys park your stuff and we'll all go to dinner."

I had to admit the suite, on one of the upper floors, was very attractive, two spacious and comfortable rooms with a view of the nearby river out the window of the bedroom. There were two king beds. I noticed a couple of towels laid out on each one.

"I asked for extras," Lloyd said behind me. "Figured we might be needing them."

Just then I also saw some small plastic bottles and a pile of condoms on the night stand between the beds.

"And did the hotel supply those too?" I asked, pointing.

Lloyd laughed. "Yeah, right. I brought that. And other equipment too, if you all want to try it out later," he added, lowering his voice as he squeezed my shoulder. At that Bruce, who had been hanging up a shirt in the closet, paused.

"Quite the party host, aren't you? How many of these things have you organized?"

There was a definite edge in his voice. Lloyd didn't take the bait.

"I thought we'd have dinner downstairs. The restaurant here's pretty good."

"Great. Hope the bar's good too." Bruce stalked out. I looked at Lloyd.

"Sorry. I think he's a little nervous."

Lloyd nodded. "We'll all be more relaxed after a good dinner and a couple of drinks."

Over dinner the four of us did start to unwind a bit. Despite the big changes that had happened lately the old camaraderie was there. Even Charlie got into the conversation and laughed a couple of times.

I caught myself looking at everyone around the table once in a while and trying to picture us later in the evening. I'm sure the rest of them were doing the same thing.

By unspoken agreement we all declined dessert. As our server walked away Lloyd leaned forward and whispered, "The bar serves food until late. We could come back for a late-night snack. I might be hungry again after all the, um, activity."

Bruce snorted. "My stomach's sticking out far enough. I don't want to have a pot belly when I take my clothes off in front of you all."

We all laughed, a little too loud. "Bruce, you look fine." Lloyd said. He leered. "Besides, no one's going to be looking at your stomach."

"Aw, go on." Bruce was blushing, but I could tell he was pleased.

Once we left the restaurant things got quiet. The tension in the elevator going up was so palpable you could almost see it. I felt like this adventure could either turn out great or disastrous, but nothing in between.

Lloyd unlocked the door to our hotel suite and we followed him in. When we were all inside he turned to us. For the first time his smile was a little forced.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm a little nervous," he said.

I nodded, and sensed Bruce and Charlie shifting their weight on their feet.

"Anyway, I thought I'd make a few suggestions. I don't want to call them rules. Let me know what you guys think."

"Shoot," Bruce said.

"Well, the first is, no jealousy, okay?"

"You make it sound so easy," my partner said.

"No one's feelings will get hurt," Lloyd continued, "If no one leaves anyone out. That doesn't mean that you have to play with everybody all the time. But you have to let people watch if they want. No shutting yourself away with one person."

"Good rule," Bruce said.

He was getting into this. Me, I was getting a little impatient. "Anything else?"

Lloyd grinned. "No clothes in the room for the rest of our stay. Gentlemen, start your engines." He began to unbutton his shirt.

Lloyd was rarin' to go. He had peeled down to his skimpy bikinis before the rest of us had gotten our shirts off. I watched as he bent and slid them off his thighs, and felt my cock stir.

Bruce had gotten his things off and was hanging his pants and shirt in the closet. I caught Lloyd looking at his dick, still soft.

Charlie was moving the slowest and I thought I knew why. Bruce was in great shape and I tried. I thought we looked pretty good for a couple of fortysomethings. Charlie on the other hand was definitely on the heavy side. To encourage him I finished stripping down and pulled his shirt off his shoulders.

"C'mon, big guy, show us what you've got." I reached into his briefs, bulkier than Lloyd's, and got a hold of his cock, still soft. I whistled. "Not bad."

Charlie shook his head at me. "Don't."

"Let's wait until we get into the bedroom, guys," Lloyd admonished.

"I thought this was an orgy, not a board meeting," I muttered under my breath, but followed him and Bruce into the bedroom. Charlie still had his jockeys on.

Lloyd took Bruce's hand and led him to one of the beds. "Why don't we start with some back rubs, just loosen up a little. Bruce, I'll do you."

By now I wanted things to get going too, if only so Lloyd would stop directing traffic. "Okay, fine." I touched Charlie's shoulder. "Why don't you get naked and lie on your stomach," I said, pointing at the other bed.

"Would it be okay if I kept these on just a little bit longer?"

"Sure." I watched as he stretched out on the bed, wishing there was something I could do to make him feel more at ease.

"Here's some lotion," Lloyd said, a bottle in his outstretched arm. He had already straddled Bruce's legs and was beginning to work his back.

I took the bottle and squeezed some into my hand. When I spread it onto Charlie's back he jumped. "That's cold."

"Sorry." Under the fat his back muscles were hard and tense. Unless I got him to relax it was going to be a long evening. I didn't feel like getting on top of him, at least not right away, so I perched sidesaddle on the edge of the bed and began to knead his shoulders.

I couldn't help shooting a sidelong glance at the other two. Bruce's face was turned toward me, his eyes closed, his hands folded above his head. He looked like he was enjoying himself. Lloyd worked on Bruce's back muscles with long strokes. I saw his cock jutting up from his crotch.

I tried to focus on rubbing Charlie down. He might as well have been a corpse for all the response I was getting from him. After a minute I looked again at the other bed. Lloyd's hands had worked their way down to Bruce's butt. He had his own bottle of lotion and I saw him pick it up. He turned it upside down and squeezed it so that a stream of creamy liquid ran into Bruce's crack. As Lloyd began to work it in with his hands, Bruce shifted his body and I heard him sigh.

I knew what was coming next. Sure enough, I saw Lloyd's finger snake between Bruce's cheeks. A moment later Bruce's eyes flew open in surprise as Lloyd pushed into his asshole.

"You okay?" Lloyd asked as he worked Bruce's prostate.

"Mm, that's nice."

My chest felt tight. Now that the moment had arrived, to see someone else pleasuring my partner hurt. At the same time seeing, I couldn't deny that watching Bruce getting aroused under Lloyd's expert touch was hot. My cock was hard and leaking. My hands moved slower and slower on Charlie's body, then stopped altogether as I continued to watch Lloyd work my lover over.

Suddenly Charlie wriggled out from under me, got up and left without a word. Was he miffed because I hadn't been paying enough attention to him? I waited, but he didn't come back. Bruce and Lloyd were doing just fine without me, so I got up and went looking for him.

He was standing in the kitchen with a drink. I looked at his big body, his rounded stomach covered with hair, a nice bulge in his white jockeys. I went up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"You okay?"

His laugh was short. "I guess."

I looked into his eyes. "Charlie, tell me the truth. Should we call this whole thing off?"

He stared, then shook off my hand and went into the living area. I sat on the couch next to him. I wasn't going to let this go.

"Talk to me."

"You guys didn't have to include me."

"We wanted to."

He shook his head. "I'm not as stupid as you all think. I've always known Lloyd fucked around. It's okay. I mean, he's hot, and I'm not. I know I'm lucky to have him."

He took another swallow. I noticed his hand was trembling. "If you don't want to do anything with me, fine. I'll just go home and wait for you all."

So that was what was bothering him. I blushed with shame, because he hadn't been that far from the truth. I grasped his arm.

"Charlie, that's not true. You're a great looking guy."

He snorted again. "Yeah? You weren't exactly all over me back there."

I shook my head. "I'm sorry. This is a little hard for me too. I know Bruce never cheated on me until now. There he is, getting turned on by Lloyd. I didn't expect to feel this way but I'm a little jealous."

To my surprise Charlie smiled. "Lloyd can turn anyone on. Take it from me."

I put my hand on his knee and began to massage it. "Why don't we give `em a little competition?"

He looked at me. I saw the pain and confusion in his eyes. "You really want to?"

I leaned forward and kissed him, and kissed him again, licking his mustache. The stubble on his chin scratched my skin, getting me hotter. I felt him responding. Very soon we were in each other's arms, our lips and tongues devouring one another. I reached into his underwear, grasped his hard cock and stroked it. His precum slickened my palm.

We broke apart. "Let's go back to the bedroom," I said, taking his hand. "But first, stand up."

He obeyed. I pushed his briefs down his thighs and made him step out of them. "Now we're ready." I tossed the underwear over my shoulder, not caring where it landed. Charlie smiled.

When we walked into the bedroom Bruce and Lloyd weren't doing anything, just lying on the bed. They looked up.

"Finished already, guys?" I asked.

Lloyd shook his head. "We were about to come looking for you all. Charlie, are you all right?"

I was relieved to see Lloyd's partner nod.

"I'm just fine." He turned to me. "Gene and I were just warming up a little out there."

"That's right." I sat on the end of the second bed. "Now we're ready for the main event, right, Charlie?"

Charlie knelt in front of me. "Damn right." The next moment hot wet pleasure engulfed me as he took my cock into his mouth. I ran my hands through his thick wavy hair as he set to work in earnest.

"Mm, yeah, suck that cock."

I shot a glance at the two on the other bed. Lloyd looked surprised but pleased. Bruce's expression wasn't so easy to read. As I gazed at him our eyes met. Bruce put a hand up to Lloyd's head and drew his face down toward him. The wet smacking sounds of their kiss mingled with the sounds of Charlie's mouth on my cock.

Confusion surged through me again. Wasn't this what we wanted, the four of us sharing our bodies the way we shared everything else? I felt excited and jealous, but most of all, turned on beyond belief. My cock grew even harder inside Charlie's mouth.

"How'd you like that thing crammed up your ass?" I said to him. He nodded, making muffled sounds of assent before he let my cock go.

"Let me ride it."

"Why don't you guys join us?" I looked at Lloyd, who was gesturing to the spot next to him and Bruce on the other king bed.

"Okay." I got up and lay down next to Bruce, who smiled at me.

"How are you doing?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"All right. You seem to be having fun," he added, reaching over and squeezing my cock. I felt a little relieved and gave him a quick kiss.

"Bruce, I'd love to fuck you," Lloyd said.

Bruce looked at me. I nodded. "Go for it."

"You heard the man," Bruce said to Lloyd, who grinned and reached for a condom and lube. Meanwhile Charlie had placed a rubber on my hardon and straddled my body. I looked up into his face and nodded encouragement. I felt the head of my cock pressing at his flesh as he squatted down on it. The next moment I cried out as I felt warm, squeezing heat. Charlie grimaced and sucked in his breath.

"It's okay, take your time," I said.

"Oh, shit," Bruce grunted, his legs in the air. Lloyd had just slid his cock into him. As he bent toward Bruce's face I reached out and gave his cheek a pat. He turned and smiled at me. "Your honey's hole is something, Gene. Damn hot and tight."

"Doesn't get used nearly enough," I said. Bruce snorted, trying to look as disdainful as he could with Lloyd's seven hard inches jammed up his ass.

"Ummph!" Charlie had without warning lowered his body and taken all of me into him, his butt cheeks pressed against my pubic bone. He grinned at me and nodded. "Like that?"

"Uh huh." I held on to his hips as he began to ride me, thrusting up to meet his downward strokes. Charlie leaned back, enjoying the feel of my cock nudging his prostate.

The bed shook as Lloyd began to drill Bruce's hole. "Feels like an earthquake," I said.

"You're telling me," my lover replied, his arms around Lloyd's neck. I turned my head and whispered in his ear.

"Watching you take it is so fucking hot."

I just had time to see his surprised smile, before a hand turned my head away and I felt Charlie's warm breath on my face.

"No secrets," he said, and pressed his lips to mine. Our tongues tangled as he tightened his ass muscles around my cock. I thrust my hips upward into him. In moments the fire rose inside my belly. Still I wanted to see more. I let go of Charlie's mouth and turned my eyes toward the action on my right. Lloyd's pelvis was working like the well-oiled machine it was, delivering cock in steady thrusts to Bruce's asshole. My partner was panting softly, his mouth hanging open, eyes glassy with pleasure as he stroked his rod, slick with precum.

Lloyd smiled at Bruce, and bent toward him. They kissed and I watched their tongues wrestle. After a moment Bruce broke away and turned toward me, his mouth seeking out mine. Our mouths devoured each other as his strokes increased in speed, his hand becoming a blur. A moment later his lips vibrated against mine with muffled cries. He released me with a triumphant "Fuck yeah!" as cum shot in white jets onto his heaving stomach.

Above us Charlie and Lloyd were kissing now, one beating off and the other fucking as if there were no tomorrow. They broke apart and Charlie threw his head back, crying, "Oh, oh!" as the first blast of spunk from his rod hit my chin. Lloyd's and my voices joined the chorus of shouts and groans as our cocks delivered their last thrusts, then blasting loads, into the rubbers buried in the assholes of our partners.

Gradually the animal noises we were making subsided to gasps. I caught Lloyd's eye. He smiled, his chest still rising and falling rapidly.

"Great timing," he said. "All of us almost at the same time."

"That was awesome," Charlie said. "Thanks, Gene."

"Welcome," I said. I turned to my lover at my side. "How're you doing?"

"Fine," said Bruce. I looked him over, still bent double under Lloyd's body, legs in the air, his hairy chest splattered with his cum. On a impulse I did something I hadn't done in a long time, if I ever had. I leaned over him and began to lick his spunk off his skin.

"What are you doing?" Bruce asked, surprised.

"Eating your cum," I said. It wasn't too bad, kind of thick and salty.

"You've never done that."

"Yeah, well, it's a night for trying new things, right, guys?"

"Right, Gene," Lloyd said, pulling his hips back. His cock emerged from Bruce's hole, just beginning to soften, encased in the glistening rubber, the end of which was ballooning with white liquid. Lloyd got up off the bed, releasing Bruce, and walked into the bathroom. A moment later we heard the sound of running water.

Charlie hoisted his body off of mine. "Whoa boy," he exclaimed as my cock popped out of his hole. My rubber was pretty full too. I pulled on the end, trying to get it off.

"Here, let me." Bruce sat up and took my cock in his hand, working at the bottom of the sheath, coaxing it up my shaft. Of course he knew the best way to do it. When he had gotten it off he offered it to me. I recoiled.

"What do you want me to do with that?"

There was a strange expression on Bruce's face. "Feed it to me."

"What?"

"In my mouth. You ate me, I want to eat you too." He paused, then added, "I want what you gave Lloyd. C'mon." He lay back on the bed and opened his mouth, his eyes still on me.

It made a kind of weird sense. I took the used rubber, sat up and upended it over my lover's face. It was floppy and greasy and it took a minute, but finally cum began to drip onto his tongue. Bruce's eyes closed, but he kept his mouth open until I had gotten as much of my sperm out as I could. I saw his throat move as he swallowed my load.

I was seeing a side of Bruce I had never seen before. I didn't know what to think. I shot a glance at Charlie. His eyes were wide, staring at Bruce. He looked appalled. I guess he wasn't into cum eating.

As I finished emptying the rubber into Bruce's mouth Lloyd emerged from the bathroom. He blinked, then spoke with perfect composure.

"Well, Bruce, I should have saved you mine."

Bruce said, "That's okay. I really wanted Gene's."

"Swapping sperm, how sweet," Lloyd said. I looked sharply at him, but there was no trace of mockery either in his face or his voice. "Charlie and I aren't really into, ah, protein consumption, right, Charlie?"

"No way," Charlie said, lying on the other bed. He smiled, shyly. "I am kind of hungry, though."

"You know," Lloyd said, "I was just thinking the same thing myself. Where's that room service menu? They have great chocolate cake here." He looked at me. "You might want to get rid of that before the waiter gets here." I was still holding the shriveled condom I had emptied down Bruce's throat.

Half an hour later we were sitting around in the outer room of the suite, still naked, noshing on chocolate cake, which was as good as Lloyd said it would be, and washing it down with cups of decaf, or in Lloyd's case, a snifter of cognac.

"This is fun, isn't it?" Lloyd said at one point.

I thought about it, and found myself agreeing. Despite the adult activity we had indulged in, there was an innocence about our gathering, as if we were at summer camp or something. We were talking and laughing again like the friends we were. No telling whether the good feeling was going to last, but for the moment I decided to relax and enjoy it.

As we got ready for bed Bruce took out his sound machine, put it on the table between the beds, and set it going. Soft ocean noises filled the room.

"This will really help in case anyone besides Gene snores."

"Just for that," I said, "I'm sleeping with Charlie tonight." I had meant it as a joke, but then I saw his look of gratitude. Heck, why not. It seemed I had cast myself in the role of his mentor in this new venture.

In the middle of the night my eyes flew open. The first place I looked was at the digital clock nearby. Its glowing red digits told me it was almost three a.m.

I often found it hard to sleep the first night away from home, so in a way I wasn't surprised. This time, though, something had awakened me.

It hadn't been Charlie. His big body was turned away from mine and his even breathing told me he was asleep. The sound had come from the other bed, where Lloyd and Bruce were bunked down together.

The sound machine was putting forth its artificial ocean wave noises, but I was hearing other sounds too, rustling sheets and heavy breathing, mixed with an occasional stifled groan.

I stared across at the other bed until my eyes began to see shadowy shapes in the almost total darkness. Bruce and Lloyd were both turned away, facing the window, Lloyd nearer to me. I saw how close Lloyd was to Bruce's body, his head next to Bruce's, one arm around his chest. I saw how his hips were moving under the covers.

A soft whisper reached my ears over the noise of the waves.

"Mmm, hot ass. Oh yeah."

I stiffened, trying not to make any noise that would betray me. I was wide awake and my heart was pounding. Pure, jealous rage shot through me like a flame. How could they be doing this? We'd promised each other that there would be no secrets this weekend.

We'd also promised there would be no jealousy. Well, easier said than done.

Lloyd's hips moved faster and faster, and his breathing quickened along with his body. In a few moments I heard gasps echoing across the room. In the throes of orgasm Lloyd had forgotten to keep it down.

Gradually the sounds subsided. At last I saw Bruce turn around and face Lloyd. I heard soft smacking noises as they kissed, and whispered good nights. A few minutes later their even breathing told me they were asleep.

I wasn't asleep. My body heaved with silent sobs. Tears ran down my face and soaked into the sheet beneath me. I felt utterly miserable and alone.

I jumped as a hand touched my shoulder.

"Gene?" I heard Charlie whisper. "Are you all right?"

I nodded as I wiped the tears from my face and tried to regain my composure. "Yeah, I... think I was having a bad dream, or something," I whispered back.

"Don't be angry at Bruce. Lloyd just can't keep his paws off any good-looking guy."

So he'd seen what was going on too.

"We have plenty of time to get even before the weekend's over," Charlie said.

I was so surprised I stopped crying. I turned and faced him. "Charlie, what are you talking about?"

Even in the dark I could see Charlie's teeth flash as he smiled. "Lloyd's crazy about Bruce's dick, but he's afraid to take anything that big up his ass. I think we should make him, don't you?"

I began to chuckle, my anger and hurt forgotten. "I like the way you're thinking."

"It's three against one. You and Bruce can take turns plowing him until he begs for mercy."

By now laughter was hiccuping through the last of my sobs. "Charlie Robbins, you're as evil as your honey."

"Shh, don't wake them up. We can make plans tomorrow morning." He touched my cheek. "Thanks again for tonight, Gene. You were great."

We hugged each other. "Don't mention it. Sweet dreams."

He turned away and in a few moments was fast asleep. The last thing I remember hearing before I nodded off myself was his soft snoring.

TO BE CONTINUED