Trade

Trade 30 by Mark James

I got in bed and waited for Bill to get out of the shower. I woke up the next morning at 6:30. Bill was sound asleep with his head on my stomach. I guess I had gone to sleep before Bill finished the shower and he just got in bed and let me sleep. It had been a long day for me. I hoped he wasn't disappointed about how he spent his wedding night. I did my morning ablutions and got dressed. Bill was still asleep, so I went into the kitchen and put coffee on and sat down and read the paper.

About 8:00 Bobby and Gene showed up following the smell of coffee. I split the paper into sections and we all sat around the kitchen table reading about how the world was going to hell from various perspectives.

About 8:15 Bill wandered in, gave me a great big kiss and said with tongue-in-cheek, "Remind me to get hitched again if that is what the wedding night is like" and squeezed my hand.

"Let me get a cup of coffee down and then I guess we better head out."

We arrived at the restaurant, met up with Greg and the maitre de asked, "Are you residents?"

I said, "6707."

Without even referring to anything he said, "Mr. Hamilton, if you will come this way sir," and led us to a table with a spectacular view of the city.

While we had breakfast Greg gave us all a rundown of the history of the building and some appreciation of the exalted status of the people who resided there which gave the building its special cachet as the most luxurious, most sought after residence in the city.

Bobby guilelessly asked the question nobody else wanted to ask, "Who owns the building?"

Everybody looked at me.

"Don't look at me, I don't know, but I could probably guess. I bet Gene could tell us."

Everybody looked at Gene, who said perplexedly, "I don't know?"

I asked Bobby to ask Gene directly, "Who owns the building?"

He did and Gene without even thinking about it whispered, "Saudi Arabia."

Greg laughed and said, "If that is so it is more than I could discover. There are so many holding companies and trusts involved in so many countries that I found that determining the ultimate ownership was a puzzle, wrapped in an enigma inside a conundrum to paraphrase somebody else's comment about something similar. Considering that Sam is involved I would suspect that you are right Gene."

Bill said, "I think we better leave it at that."

We finished breakfast. The maitre de came by to check that everything had been satisfactory and explained that there was no bill and that all charges were made to the suite.

We went up 7 floors, found 6707 and went in.

The first thing one saw as one entered was a wall to wall view of the city.

"Jesus Christ" said Bobby when he went inside.

We lost him for a while. He wandered around the suite lost in a trance. The rest of were also awed, but I think Bobby was awed with the architecture. The rest of us could admire the beauty and layout but only Bobby was equipped to appreciate what it took architecturally to create such an exquisite suite.

After we had walked through the whole suite I asked Bobby and Gene, "Will it do as a place to rest your heads?"

Bobby yelped, "Do!!! I think I've died and gone to heaven. I hope someday I can create something even approaching this. I'm almost scared to touch anything for fear I will spoil it."

I said, "Well it is just as well that there is daily maid service then to keep it in this condition."

There was a knock on the door and I answered.

"Mr. Hamilton," asked the man at the door.

"Yes," I answered

He said, "I'm Jacque Taylor, the residential manager for the building. The Maitre de at the restaurant notified me that you were here. I just wanted to welcome you to the building and to see if you need anything."

I said, "Well, these 2 friends of mine will the occupying the suite as well and I indicated Bobby and Gene, I guess you will need their names to enable them to avail themselves of the building's facilities. I would also be nice if we could get a tour of the building so that we can find our way around."

So we got all of the paperwork done and we all went on a tour of the facilities.

Afterward Bill said, "I'm jealous."

Greg said, "Me too."

"Well it won't be for long, so don't be too jealous."

We went back to our place and they packed up their stuff and back we went. The manager had said to just call when we came back and he would send someone to carry our stuff to the suite, so that is what we did.

It was then 2:00 and we went to another restaurant in the Towers and had lunch. We didn't have to tell anybody our names, they already knew.

We left them in their new digs and then we went back to our place, Bill and I in his car and Greg in his.

I said, "I'm sorry I flaked out on you on our wedding night."

He reached over and squeezed my leg and said, "If you needed to sleep you needed to sleep. You've just barely recovered from your brush with death; we have the rest of our life for sex."

"I would lean over there and kiss you if I weren't afraid you would run off the road."

He laughed.

A few minutes later he said, "Do you want to ask Greg to stay the night?"

I was quite for a while and then I said, "Do you?

"This is a little awkward. The day after I ask you to be my partner for life I suggest you might want to have sex with another guy."

"Don't feel that way; I've been considering the same subject."

"May I ask why?"

"Well ever since I met Greg we and him have been a sexual threesome and, to me at least, we sort of operate as one person and suddenly we two life-bond and Greg gets cut off at the knees so to speak. I don't know what your relationship was with him before I entered your life and I don't know what it is now. If I had not entered your life would you and Greg have eventually bonded or was it just a casual sex relationship? Do you love him? And more importantly does he love you? See and you thought you felt a little awkward."

"I'm gonna pull in the park here. I can't talk about this and drive too. Please call Greg and tell him we will be a few minutes late."

So he did and I did.

"You really know how to get to the heart of the problem don't you?"

"Well if we can't talk openly about something so important to both of us what chance does our life bond hold and if the truth be told I love Greg I don't want him to be hurt?"

"I really don't know where our relationship would have gone. We were always there for each other-best friends with benefits as it were until you arrived in our life. I would like to think that we are still best friends. I think Greg would always want the best for me and me, him.

"Do I love him? God this is difficult. I told you I had screwed up my relationships and I didn't realize how badly I had done so until I saw the look on Greg's face last night when I announced our life bonding. I realized then that he loved me and that I had never faced my love for him. Why else would anybody just pick up and move to another country with somebody. God, I've been so fucking stupid.

Then when Bobby and Gene went through their life bonding ceremony right in front of us I felt about an inch tall. Nobody else noticed a thing but I have known Greg for a long time and I know how to read his feelings.

I thought he handled it extremely well and I guess I did also because I felt like a total shit. It was a good thing you went to sleep last night because I was such an emotional wreck I probably couldn't have gotten hard anyway and all of this would have come out last night. I really didn't go to sleep until just before you woke up.

"I've really fucked this up," he said with tears streaming down his cheeks, "and now I've probably lost you too and I love you so much."

I reached over and pulled him to my chest while he cried.

"You haven't lost me and you won't unless you tell me that you don't love me anymore. I know Greg loves me and I love him too. You know we are not being conventional anyway so what says we 3 can't life bond. We two don't have to get actually get married. We have no need to satisfy society's rules. There is no reason that we 3 can't operate as a life-bonded unit. Screw society's rules.

According to Gene there are going to be 9 of us eventually with the implication that we are living and operating as an extended family, so this may not be the last time this kind of situation comes up.

I haven't even got a handle on how to operate as a twosome and I know a threesome is going to be even more difficult but hopefully more rewarding. So there is a solution to our dilemma for us, all we have to do is to see if Greg is agreeable and that we haven't imputed feelings to him that he really doesn't have."

"Oh God, I don't deserve you," he cried as he stopping crying and started kissing me.

Ten minutes later he stopped and said, "I think we need to get back, Greg will think we had an accident."

Stupid us we didn't even plan on how we were going to approach the subject.

We walked in the door and the first thing that Greg said was, "What happened? Who got hurt? Why have you been crying?"

Of course, Bill immediately lost it again and started bawling. I wasn't doing much better. Bill led us to the sofa and sat us down.

"What's wrong?"

Bill managed to choke out a sentence between sobs, "Will you marry us?"

Greg looked at him like he had lost his mind and said, "I can't marry you, I'm not an ordained minister and you can't marry in Texas anyway."

Bill just started bawling even worse.

Greg looked at me and asked, "Sam, What's going on, I've never seen him like this."

I wasn't bawling near as much as Bill was so I managed to answer him.

"We don't want you to marry us; we want to know if you will life bond with us in a three way bond. We love you and hope you love us. We are very sorry for the pain we put you through and hope that you can forgive us. As Bill so eloquently put it, I can't believe how we have fucked this up. How could we have been so fucking stupid?" and then I started crying as badly as Bill.

My eyes were so full of tears I couldn't see anything, so the next thing I knew Greg had sat down between us, put his arms around us, hugged us to him and said, "Yes."

We sat there crying, hugging and kissing for the next 15 minutes, until we ran out of tears.

Ever rational Greg eventually got up and brought back 3 glasses of water and then went away again and brought back 3 glasses and a bottle of brandy.

Greg said, "I am sure there is a story behind all of this and some day I want to hear it, but I think what we need right now is a drink?" and he poured us all a glass of brandy.

"Is the plane large enough for 3," I asked.

"What plane?"

"The honeymoon, the Caribbean, tomorrow."

"Oh, shit," said Bill.

"I can't possibly leave for 2 weeks tomorrow," said Greg.

The phone rang.

I answered, "Hello."

Bobby said, "Gene said all of the histrionics are probably over by now and that I should tell you that you are expected at your place at 7:00 for a celebratory dinner, cocktails at 7:00, dinner at 8:00, casual dress, come for an overnight stay, crying is not an option. Don't be late. Tell Greg that we love him too. Bye."

I hung up the phone, in sort of a daze.

"Who was it?"

"Bobby" and I repeated the message.

Bill said, "I guess I better get used to that."

Greg said, "I feel like I am in a play and the script keeps changing."

I said, "Well that gives us 2 hours before we have to leave. Is there anything else we can cry about while we are at it?"

They threw the water in their half full glasses at me. I didn't manage to get out of the way.

"Well see if I ever marry you' all again," I yelled over my shoulder as I headed for the kitchen to get a towel.

I tried to dry my shirt but it was too wet so I took it off. I felt arms come around my sides under my arms and caress my chest and stomach as a mouth kissed my back.

Somebody else undid my trousers and pulled them down to my ankles. Then a warm mouth enveloped my semi-erect cock and held it as my cock expanded to a full erection.

Then Bill was nibbling at my ears and I realized it was Greg sucking my cock.

I reached behind me and fondled the erection in Bills pants and then worked his cock out of his pants and stroked it. He stuck his cock between my legs and masturbated his cock between my legs. Greg found the head of Bill's cock protruding from between my legs on one of Bill's forward thrusts, left my cock and went to Bill's and sucked on it each time it reappeared

Bill pulled his cock back, got on his knees next to Greg and sucked my cock. Greg got up and kissed me as I worked his cock out of his pants. Then I dropped to my knees and sucked on Greg's cock. Bill stood up and I alternated sucking each cock and jacking the other.

Then everybody pulled apart, we all shed the rest of our clothes and formed a daisy chain alternating the sucker and the suckees periodically until everybody climaxed.

Greg said, "Well that's the way to celebrate a union."

Bill said, "Nice to know I can get an erection again."

I said, "I'm going to take a nap for an hour then take a shower and an enema. I might get lucky tonight."

"Me, too."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Hey Bill. I need to borrow some clothes," said Greg

"Help yourself. What is mine is yours."

By 6:30 we were going out the door.

When we arrived at the Towers Gene said, "I hope nobody is too thirsty. There has been a change of plans; Cocktails are at 7:30 and dinner is at 8:30. Please follow me to the dining room."

At one end of the table there were 3 chairs with a letter size envelope in front of each on the table. At the other end of the table there was the same arrangement except it was just two seats across from each other.

"If you will sit there I will turn this over to Bobby since it was his idea."

Bobby said, "We really don't know what you said to each other when you life-bonded, but we know that we had your copy of the vows you drew up so you couldn't have used those. We thought that you might want to have some type of ceremony so we made a copy for each of you to read to the others. We had to change the wording slightly since there are now three of you instead of two.

We also made copies for Gene and me to use to exchange vows when you have finished yours."

Tears suddenly started streaming down his face and he said, "I'm sorry, I thought this was such a cool idea at the time and now I realize how presumptuous and pushy it is. If you don't want to do this private thing so publicly, let's just go open the bar. I'm really sorry."

Gene took him in his arms and held him.

I was also crying by this time, but I had opened the envelope and found a copy of the vows on old parchment paper and written in calligraphy.

I pulled it out and said, "Jesus Christ," as I viewed the whole thing. It was stunningly beautiful and took a lot of work on somebody's part.

I was torn between admiring the document and reassuring Bobby when Greg stepped into the breach.

"Bobby, please stop crying. I was a cool idea and we appreciate your thoughtfulness. It was not presumptuous or pushy but the sign of a true friend to have taken the trouble to create such a beautiful document for us to use to formally seal our triple union. We certainly didn't think about it."

Bobby said, "Well if you are sure. I suddenly felt like such a fool."

Bill said, "We are sure."

Then Bobby said, "Well, Gene made the document and did the calligraphy. He did all of the work. I just had the idea."

I said, "Thank you both then, for the thought and the effort. It is not something that just anyone would have thought of or done."

So after everybody had dried there tears and we got our voices back, we did formally exchange vows and then watched Bobby and Gene exchange theirs.

Bill said, "All we need are rings, but everything has happened so fast and none of this was planned there was no time.

Bobby said, "Oh," and got up and ran out of the room."

Bill yelled after him, "Bobby what's wrong?"

"Just a minute," drifted back into the room.

A couple of minutes later Bobby came back with a sack in his hand. He walked to our end of the table took ring boxes out of the bag and sat one in front of each of us.

We opened them and saw three identical gold and platinum wedding bands.

We were stunned and just sat there with our mouths open.

Bobby said, "The rings were Gene's idea. He gave me the ring sizes and I went and bought them while he was going the calligraphy. I said, "How do I know what to buy." He said, "You have better artistic and design sense that all the rest of us put together you will know which ones to get." These just jumped out at me and I knew they were the ones.

I had the hardest time trying to pay for them. The salesman kept insisting that since I was a tenant, they had to be charged to the suite. I finally had to tell him that I didn't pay the bill for the suite and I was buying these as a gift and I wanted to pay for them. He finally agreed.

When I went to pay him with check number 1 in a brand new bank account I thought I would have more trouble, but he said, "If the check bounces it will just be charged back against the suite.""

He told us the rest of the story must later. The salesman would only allow him to buy the rings at cost which was substantially lower than the list price.He protested that that wasn't fair to the store owner. The salesman said you don't understand, it would cost me my job if I let you pay more than that. Suite 6707 has carte blanche in The Towers. Anything you want you can have. I can explain away the fact that you want to pay for the gift itself, which is logical, but I could never get away with letting you pay more than cost.

Crying seemed to be the order of the day. We looked at each other and saw we were all crying. I assumed it was from the same emotion but who really knows. The rings were stunningly beautiful and were something I would have picked if I had been buying them. I took mine out of the box and examined it. I really didn't know how this was going to work. Bobby stepped right in.

"I don't know the protocol for a triple union. Who puts the ring on whose finger?"

That sort of broke the emotional bottleneck and everybody laughed.

I said, "I don't know, probably we were all wondering the same thing. I don't think any of us ever thought about it. There are probably a lot of things that will come up that we never thought about."

Greg said, "Why don't Bill and I slide your ring on your finger, then you and Bill slide mine on my finger and then you and I will slide Bill's on his finger. That seems a little more ceremonial and intimate than if we just slide our rings on our own fingers. I call dibs on the first kiss however."

Another round of laughter and we performed the ring ceremony and then he kissing.

I said, "Thank you Bobby and Gene. This will certainly make a memory I will never forget.

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

They both just shrugged and we all laughed again.

Then Bobby picked up the bag, took out 2 more boxes and handed one to Gene.

We three sat entranced as Gene opened his box and tears rolled down his cheeks. Bobby opened his box and what was inside made a matched set of gold and platinum wedding bands in an entirely different design than ours.

Bobby picked up the ring from his box, picked up Gene's hand and slid the ring on his finger saying, "With this ring I thee wed."

Gene picked up the other ring, slid it on Bobby's finger and said, "With this ring I thee wed."

We sat there and clapped as Bobby and Gene kissed and everybody cried.

Finally I said, "Well you guys really know how to throw a wedding recepion."

That brought laugher and stopped most of the tears.

Greg said, "I don't know about the rest of you but I need a drink. Is the bar open yet?"

Bill said, "Before I get drunk, I need to tell you that I cancelled the trip to the resort tomorrow. I don't know what I was thinking scheduling a two week trip when we might be leaving at any time."

"I took his hand, squeezed it and said, "It's the thought that counts."

Greg said, "I'm sorry, I feel responsible, but I can't just pick up and go. I've shed most of my clients but I'm still managing $3,000,000,000. A third of that is our money but that makes it even more important that I manage it well.

I said, "Stop that both of you. You always tell me not to put myself down and now you are both putting yourselves down. I don't know how this 3-may bonding is going to work out, but right now I think we just ought to enjoy the bonding and celebrate with our friends who took so much trouble to make it so memorable."

Bill looked chagrined and Greg said with a smile, "Yes mother."

"Fuck you," I said.

"Would you, right here, right now?" and he started unbuckling his belt.

I slapped his hand and said, "Stop that, or I won't do it later either."

Bobby said, "Are we having an orgy?"

"No," I yelled, "We aren't, we are gonna have drinks and eat dinner."

"Spoilsport," Bill said and groped me.

"Oh Jesus, what have I got myself in to?" I asked.

Everybody laughed and Gene started handing out glasses of champagne.

Happy hour turned out to be just that and we just enjoyed being with each other. Then the caterers arrived with dinner. It was just as well that we delayed gratifying our sexual urges or they would have found us naked and engaged in an orgy.

After dinner and the caterers had gone Gene said, "We left the master suite for you after all it is your suite and we left a present for you on the bed. After everybody staggers out of bed in the morning I thought me might go out for breakfast, if that's agreeable."

We all agreed and after hugs and kisses all around we all went off to our bedrooms.

When we went in the bedroom we found 3 Gladstone bags on the bed. We opened them and found a complete assortment of dildos butt plugs, vibrators, condoms and lubricants in each bag.

"God, what do they think we are going to do?"

"Obviously whatever we want to. Personally I am going to brush my teeth, come back here, do a slow sensuous strip tease and then hope that I can get my ass fucked by somebody," I said.

There was a rush for the bathroom to brush teeth. I found a music channel playing slow sensuous music and began to undulate and strip off my clothes. I involved them both in stripping off my clothes until I was down to my briefs.

My cock was hard and made a large bulge in my briefs. I pushed my crotch in their faces and let them mouth my cock and run their hands over my body. I turned around and pushed my ass in their faces and let them kiss my ass and fondle my buttocks.

By this time they had stripped off their own clothes and were sitting around naked with very erect cocks. I slowly shed my briefs and let them briefly lick and suck on my cock and lick my ass as I danced by.

Then I knelt on the edge of the bed and asked, "Who wants my ass?"

Bill deferred to Greg and Greg got on his knees and made love to my ass with his hands and mouth until I begged him to fuck me.

He put on a condom and slowly slid his cock up my ass and then pulled out and teased me by pushing the head of his cock at my asshole until I yelled, "Please, stick in up my ass and fuck me."

Simultaneously Bill had got on the bed and was playing keep away with his cock. He would let me lick it and occasionally let me suck it now and then but would never give me free access to suck it.

"Please fuck my mouth," I finally said.

He held my head, stuck his cock in my mouth and slowly deep throat mouth fucked me.

They worked me to a frenzy and then pulled out, swapped places with Bill's cock up my ass and me sucking on Greg and went through the same routine again.

Then Bill pulled out, got on the bed on his knees and said, "Fuck me Sam."

So I knelt between his legs and, after donning a condom, slid my cock up his ass.

I said, "Sandwich me Greg," and he knelt behind me about to impale my ass, when he said, "Wait a minute."

He got one of the large butt plugs, lubed it up; stood straddling Bill's back and said, "Please work this up my ass for me."

I inserted the tip in his anal canal and slowly pushed and rotated the plug into his ass as he pushed back against it.

"Oh shit, that's so good."

It seated itself with a plop sound and he moved behind me and impaled me with his cock and we both began a rhythmic back and forth fucking action with me fucking Bill and Greg fucking me.

I reached around Bill's waist and played with his balls and stroked his cock.

"Oh that's nice, but please stop or I'm gonna shoot."

We all had to stop our anal action because we did not want to come in a condom.

Bill and I copied Greg and had the other insert a butt plug up our asses and then we all lay on the flexing our hips and enjoying the prostate massage that gave us.

Bill said, "If either of you wants my load you better get my cock in your mouth."

Greg and I both leaned over and licked his dick as we watched the head of his cock expand. When he shot, we were both ready and alternated taking his spurts of cum as he ejaculated. Then Greg went down on him and held him in his mouth until he softened.

I straddled Bills face and let him suck me off while he pushed and pulled on the butt plug up my ass. Greg came forward and let me suck his cock while I did the same thing with the butt plug up his ass as Bill was doing with the one up mine. We each came at approximately the same time, pouring our load down our partner's throat.

Then we each lay on the bed thinking about the butt plug up our ass and how to get it out.

"You know, the butt plug doesn't feel near as great after I come as before I do. It makes me envy Bobby and Barry."

"Why," asked Greg.

"Because both of them can stay erect and come repeatedly for hours. The only thing a butt plug would do for them is to keep them sexually excited. Barry face fucked me for an hour and came 4 times before he lost his erection and that was after he had already come 4 other times previously."

"Wow."

"Turn over and get on your knees and let me unseat those butt plugs for you," I said.

They did and I did and they did the same for me and we went into the bathroom to clean up.

We went to sleep all cuddled up with Greg in the middle and Bill and I on either side of him.

The combination of the day's emotional ups and downs, alcohol and sexual gratification insured that we slept through the night regardless of the fact that it was our wedding night. I woke at 8:15 and my getting out of the bed woke up Bill and Greg. We could smell coffee so we knew that Bobby and Gene were awake. We did our ablutions and went out to the kitchen, had a cup of coffee and then went to the restaurant for breakfast. After breakfast Bill and I went back to our place and Greg went to work.