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The rooftop party was on Friday and I was on pins and needles waiting for Sunday to come.
"What should I bring?" I asked.
"Just you,." Bob said.
Travel time from my little apartment to Bob's place was about 30 minutes by subway. I was so full of anticipation that I could not even finish a complete thought in my head during the trip. I rushed to my destination like a man late for work. I was not late for the dinner party of course but I just was filled with that sense of anticipation that is so easily mistaken for dread. It wasn't till I got to Bob's door that I paused.
"What am I doing?" I thought to myself. "I should just turn around and go back home, I am just a old pudgy man, why do I think that Jose will be here, Bob is just setting me up?" I then forcefully thought "SHUT UP stupid voice in my head, I do not need your negative self-talk right now?Just KNOCK ON THE DOOR."
Knock knock knock.
As if he was standing at the door waiting for me Bob opened the door as my knuckles impacted it the third time.
"Hello, hello come in." Bob said.
Bob's place was awesome. I never fully understood what he did but whatever it was he traveled a lot and to exotic places. His walls were filled with beautiful tapestries and folk art. He had taste and it showed in every crevice. Every place your eye landed there was something to see, and every something came with an elaborate story. He was a bit older than me but I never really knew how much older because I was horrible at guessing such things. I stepped in the room and took off my shoes.
"Good afternoon." The caramel macchiato voice melted in my ears.
"um..ah, hi there."
"You are looking very nice this afternoon."
"Oh, ah, well, I mean, ah thank you, you, um also.." I stumbled like a teenager.
"Come in, come in." Bob said. "I made us some martinis, I know it is early but here I think we should toast to this wonderful day."
I took the drink and held it up. Its harshness cleared my head and calmed me a little. The patio door was open and Jose motioned for me to come toward him.
"Go outside for a moment, I need to put some finishing touches on lunch, go talk." Bob said as he smiled big.
The patio was just large enough for two chairs. Jose stood on the railing smoking a cigarette, or what I thought was a cigarette.
"Do you want a hit?" he asked.
"No, the last time I smoked pot I threw up on a cat?so I probably shouldn't"
"Well we wouldn't want that."
"It's a nice view." I said without looking, just nervously trying to fill the air.
"Well it is if you like trash cans and air conditioner units" Jose chuckled.
I looked around and discovered that yes indeed it was not a great view. I had never really noticed when I was at Bob's place because usually the doors were closed and the drapes closed. No wonder really, it was an awful view.
Jose looked at me intently and said, "You are not nervous are you?" He stepped in closer and kissed me on the lips. I could taste the pot on his lips, my heart did a flip and suddenly I was calm. "I came here this afternoon just to see you. I am glad you came. I was worried that you would not."
Before I could respond Bob announced lunch, an exotic mixture of foods which allowed him to tell a few stories about his most recent trip to the Ivory Coast in Africa.
"Honestly one of the hardest parts about traveling is being in a room where everyone speaks a different language, you can feel so left out." Bob said.
"I know, I was like that a little bit Friday." I admitted.
"At my party?" Jose said looking at me with his big doughy brown eyes.
"Well, yea kinda, you were all speaking Spanish and I have to admit the only words I know in Spanish are taco, burrito, and cerveza." I said.
"Well, what I was saying to the others was how handsome you are and that I had every intention to take you to the roof of my building and fuck your brains out."
Bob smiled and poorly suppressed a chuckle, collected dishes and left the room.
"And their response?" I said.
"Well the younger one wanted me to just do it right there in the room, and the other suggested that you might be harder to convince than that."
"And your boyfriend?" I asked.
"Well, George does not speak Spanish and I like it that way."
"Does he know where you are?"
"We have an arrangement, he doesn't ask where I go and I come home at night."
"What are you two talking about?" Bob asked walking in the room with more cocktails.
"I was just telling my yummy daddy here how we should drink a toast to a good lunch." Jose said. I was conflicted but I couldn't help but blush a little. Jose looked at me and his smoky eyes glinted.
"What should we do?" Bob asked, the tone of his voice told me that he had a plan. "I bought a new game, a silly card matching game that, I am told, will help us get to know each other a bit better."
I had heard of Cards Against Humanity before but never played it. It was funny, and rude, and did indeed let us know more about the darker side of the three of us. After playing a couple of rounds Bob got up to get us another round of drinks. When he returned I asked about some of the wall hangings in his apartment. It was as if I had said the magic word. He began a tour of his apartment with a few little stories here and there. It was apparent that Jose had never been here prior to this party.
"And I got a new thing I cannot wait to show you," Bob said as he opened his bedroom door. "The last time I was in Mongolia I bought a yurt, well the fabric from a yurt," he motioned to the walls of his room which were hung with a beautifully ornate fabric that hung from ceiling to floor on every wall. It was like being in an actual yurt, except the room was not round I guess. In the middle of the room was a very low bed and there were pillows everywhere. "I was able to get the yurt and the furnishings that went with, well the bed frame is Ikea, but the rest all went with the tent."
I was looking at the detail of the fabric and stumbled on a pillow falling to my knees right in front of Jose. Jose didn't miss a beat. He grabbed my head and began to grind his pelvis into my cheek in a playful way. The next few moments happened so fast. In retrospect this is what Bob wanted the moment he invited me over.
Jose stopped grinding my cheek and then kneeled down next to me and kissed me. Bob must have taken the glass from my hand because it was no longer there and I don't think I dropped it. Then, still kissing me Jose directed me to the bed. I felt hands undoing my clothing but I was kissing and drinking in the face of this beautiful South American.
I realized that I was nude, Jose was nude and Bob was prancing around in a loose robe. I sat back and drank in Jose's body. He was well built and beautifully cinnamon colored. I felt pasty and doughy white but Jose was admiring me with the same lustful gaze I was giving him. I kissed his neck and began to move down his body, to his nipple, the sparse dusting of hair on his pecs, and he did the same with me commenting how he liked the thickness of the hair on my chest. I continued to his tight abs, licking each ripple, and he nipped at my hip.
On the stairs, in our hurried haste I hadn't really gotten a good look at his cock, but now it was here in its uncircumcised splendor, it was hefty and beautiful. I have always been jealous of a good foreskin, mine having been removed as a 3 hour old baby. I rolled the skin on my lips and tasted his moisture. I felt him touching my cock and licking the head, caressing my balls.
I don't know what Bob was doing. I was concentrating on the feast in front of me.
I felt Jose's fingers on my ass, then asshole and I sighed and wanted nothing more than his fingers in me.
I could now hear Bob and Jose talking in hushed tones as Bob apparently provided lube and a glass dildo. Jose, or Bob worked my asshole with the toy and lube and I squirmed with pleasure.
Jose move around and took away my suckling toy and I could see his face. His dark eyes were now alive with lustful flame. He kissed me hard and lifted my body moving me at his will. In the corner of my eye I saw bob sitting on the bed stroking his cock, watching this live sex show.
Jose laid on top of me and our cocks rubbed together. I thrusted up to meet him and our precum mixed with lube and sweat and my cock was in heaven.
"Fuck me." I said not sure if the words came out or not.
"What did you say yummy daddy?" Jose replied.
"FUCK ME." I felt like I shouted but I needed his cock inside me, I wanted him to own me, I wanted nothing more than to be his fuck toy.
He smiled and laughed a little and said something in Spanish that was guttural and fired me further.
Jose had me on my back and he lifted my legs to his shoulders. He was being a very good top; he was telling me that he was going to be gentle and slow. But I was a greedy bottom and as soon as his cock was lined up I thrust my hips down onto his shaft engulfing it in one swift move.
"Oh my God." Bob said
Jose just grunted and took my cue to pound me hard. In a minute I was in a full pile driver with my head lolling off the side of the bed and Jose standing above me throwing his entire weight on each thrust. It didn't take long until I erupted like Vesuvius with my cum splatting on my face. Jose shouted "Oy Oy" as his body stiffened and he collapsed next to me. I closed my eyes and melted into Jose then I heard Bob grunt and felt his cum splash on my belly.
I felt a kiss on my forehead and relaxed into bliss.