Paul and David Redux Chapter Three
The room-service waiter was one of those classic California surfer-dude blonde blue-eyed hunky twinks, that in the old days in the Malibu beach house occupied by Mario and Peter, would have been automatically invited to get naked and spread his legs to allow the two husbands to suck his brains out.
But, that was not on the agenda for Paul and David: they had never enjoyed sex with any other human besides themselves, and had no idea that such was even ever a possibility for them. As the waiter left, glancing at both David and Paul in a clearly sexually-oriented appraisal, David handed the young man a twenty as a tip, and had his hand grasped in a very warm and longer-than-normal handshake.
David asked Paul "What do you think that was about?"
"I suppose, Paul responded, "the norm for the gay community is to share as much random sex as possible, with whomever you encounter, no matter if you are partnered or married or committed or otherwise.
I suppose it may just have been that the young man wanted a bigger tip, but he most certainly appreciated the beauty of the tipper standing in front of him and was more than curious as to what was hidden under that bathrobe you are wearing. I am sure he would have been pleasantly surprised, as I was that night of the blizzard in Japan."
David actually blushed; here was a man who had climbed the heights of the most venerable financial institution in the world, the American Federal Reserve Bank, had become the senior economist in the San Francisco branch, had led seminars in world political economics in most of the world's capital cities, and had trained rafts of new young junior economists.
To see David blush was a delight for Paul; he loved, actually adored, his husband, and had always admired his quiet brilliance and soft and humble demeanor.
"In fact, I have always worried that I am giving you my best."
David stared at Paul for a long moment; "Do you mean this?" he asked, grasping Paul's cock beneath his robe. Gasping at the assault, Paul squeaked out "Yes" and slowly sank to his knees, untying David's robe and exposing his quickly hardening cock, which Paul deftly swallowed.
In minutes, they were naked, on the bed, and engaging in Round Two, although without the choreography which Paul had in mind.
David roughly shoved Paul onto his back, lifting his legs toward his shoulders, and dove into the crevice guarding his precious winking sphincter, where he planted his tongue and began to mimic Paul's previous assault on David's asshole. Tonguing someone's ass is perhaps an art; you cannot truly fuck someone with just a tongue, unless of course you have the tongue of an elephant, but David did a marvelous job for an untrained amateur; Paul was gasping and moaning in seconds, writhing with the joy and surprise of this moment.
Lowering his legs, David looked at Paul only briefly before asking "Where is the lube?"
Slathering a copious amount on his cock and into Paul's hole, David did not even attempt at romance as he shoved his cock into Paul; "Oh fuck" was Paul's response, a new `first' for them, but David took it as a command, and fuck is truly what happened next.
This position, face to face, with David poised between Paul's legs, his cock shoved into his husband, was also a new `first' for them. David was surprised and delighted by the emotions he saw recorded on Paul's face, as they both approached orgasm. Paul came first, and his delight at being well and truly fucked was obvious by his facial expression and his loud moaning. David came almost immediately after, with a surprising amount of cum for a morning that had already experienced three previous orgasms.
Flopping onto the bed beside Paul, David whispered "I think we had better get dressed and go outside or we are never going to be able to cum again."
Paul laughed, and said "Well, I will race you to the shower and then why don't we go to the pool."
A late lunch at poolside, lots of sunscreen and lots of lemonade, lots of sun, and lots of very obvious glances from both women and men, gay and straight, as well as the hotel staff, finally pushed Paul and David toward their room for a late nap. It was well past 6PM when David yawned and asked "Do we want to head south to Malibu tomorrow?"
"Sure. Do you want to get fucked one more time?"
"No. I want to get fucked many more times."
Paul laughed, and rolled toward David, grasped his hardening cock through his swim trunks, and stroked it vigorously, and was surprised when David turned toward Paul and responded in the same way, pulling Paul's cock out of his swim trunks and shoving it in his mouth.
In just a minute or two, David was poised above Paul, grasping Paul's now-hard cock and shoving it in his asshole with no grace and no romance. David had never tried this particular position, but easily mimicked Paul's prior use of this motion, fucking himself up and down on the beautiful slender cock of his lover. Lots of sun, lots of sex and lots of cum, tended to slow them down, but within a quarter-hour, David was rewarded with cumming onto Paul's chest, and Paul was rewarded with cumming into his lover's asshole.
Paul is a slow, oozing cummer; his cum slides out of his hard cock like the lava sliding down the side of Mauna Loa volcano in Hawaii. David on the other hand is a shooter, and more than once his missile shots have landed in Paul's hair, on his forehead, and twice in his eye. Paul preferred them in his mouth, and they once had a contest to see how accurate David could be in aiming for Paul's open jaws with his cum shots.
David's shots were wonderful to witness, but Paul was by far the more prolific cummer; his cum could be measured in buckets, while David's was measured in tablespoons. David once made a joke about Paul's cum: "What is grey and cums in buckets? You and elephants."
Sunrise on the Pacific coast can be glorious; it inspires silence, and Paul drove south along the coastal highway toward Malibu with awe at the many emotional rewards of this journey. He was more in love with David than ever before, he was more in lust with his lover and their new-found spark of sexual energy, he was awed by the coastal scenery, and he was curious to open the new, unknown chapter, of their lives together.
Nearly an hour later, David broke their mutual silence: "I am curious; did you have all of this journey choreographed, or is all of what has happened so far just random sodomy?"
Paul choked as he laughed.
"Random sodomy? Wow. I think since we are lawfully and legally married in the State of California, whether with or without the blessings of the Church, when we fuck, and forgive me, we can and did certainly fuck, there is no question of whether it is considered sodomy. And by the way, you, Love, are a great fuck, in my humble Mormon farm-boy opinion."
David snickered; "Well, you are a bundle of surprises, from the night of the blizzard, to last night in the hotel, you constantly surprise me. I am now on edge wondering what is next?"
"What is next is a few days with cousin Peter and his husband Mario in their gorgeous home in Malibu, and then the agenda is open."
"Oh by the way, I think we need to make a few phone calls when we get to Malibu; we need to update the kids on where we are and what we are doing, and we need to talk with the farm manager to keep him up to date also."
"What we are doing is nobody's business" Paul laughed.
"I am probably going to be the last human on the planet who is willing to use the word fuck' with either Stephen or Bethany, so that portion of what we are doing' is not open to question. But I do have a related question, are we staying in the beach house with Peter and Mario, and if so, do we get to fuck there also?"
"My, my, mister Federal Reserve, you suddenly seem to have acquired a potty mouth."
"Just calling a spade a spade."
"Hmph. Or, a fuck a fuck?"
"Might as well."
They both laughed.