by Louisa Neil
“I can see you’re hard already. It’s just sex, Alan.”
“I know,” he whispered and let his hand drop do his crotch, brushing against his cock, feeling how hard it was already.
“It would be a shame to waste that erection.” Eric slid across the large mattress and came to rest on the side where Alan stood. “Just keep watching,” Eric told him, and, with little flair, undid Alan’s jeans and pushed them down his hips. He engulfed Alan immediately, his hands holding his hips tight.
Alan wanted to tell him to stop, wanted to tell him he wasn’t gay, but understood at this time in his life he probably was. He dropped his hand to Eric’s head, letting his fingers sift through his hair as he would a woman’s. He continued to watch the screen, continued to be amazed how the men touched each other, fucking and sucking.
“We do the same things,” Eric said, pulling back from Alan’s cock, “but with a woman we don’t think twice.”
“I’ve never sucked a man before.”
“You still don’t have to,” Eric said, moving from the bed to his knees. As he did, he pulled Alan’s pants down his legs.
“What do you want, Eric? Tell me what’s fair from your perspective.”
“Really?” Eric sat back on his heels and stroked Alan’s cock. “I want you to fuck my butt, but I want you to wear the cage Rae sent me.” Eric studied Alan. “You’ve done it before.” He moved from his position and went to the nightstand, pulling out condoms, lube, and the clear, plastic cage. He didn’t ask Alan’s permission again. He simply unrolled the condom over his erection and rolled the cage over it. Then he stood and dropped his pants, kicking them aside. Alan stood where he was watching Eric’s preparations. “Give me your hand,” Eric said, and squirted some of the lube onto Alan’s palm. With his hand he directed it toward his cock. “Rub that on a bit,” he told him and, poured more onto his fingers, reaching behind him and using it on himself.
“Alan, you’re hard, I’m horny, and we’re both here. Close your eyes and think about fucking a woman.” Eric moved before him and dropped his forearms to the mattress, leaving his butt in the air.
“Christ, Eric,” Alan finally said, coming out of his haze. But there he was, ready and willing and stroking his own cock. Alan rubbed his hand up and down his own cock, wiping the lube along his length. With each movement, the inner nubs of the cage rubbed against his skin, sending chills down his spine. “Damn Rae. Finally he let go of everything on his mind. He grasped Eric’s hips and pulled his butt higher, plunging his cage-covered cock into the other man’s anus. Eric groaned and shifted a little. With each move either man made, Alan’s cock was getting rubbed. “Damn, how does it feel to you?”
“Amazing, like there are a hundred tiny fingers rubbing inside me. What about you?”
Alan shifted Eric in front of him, thrusting deeper. “I don’t think I can last very long,” he mumbled, holding Eric while he thrust in and out of him. With only the movie on for light, it was hard to forget to watch it. The men were fucking on-screen, one man taking the other’s cock up his ass. What surprised Alan was the serene look on both men’s faces. Glancing down, he saw Eric has a similar smile on his lips.
“Oh hell,” he said, knowing he’d allowed this situation to get to this point, and began to fuck Eric full-out. Soon he was pounding against his ass, pushing his caged cock as deep as he could go. Whether he was pushing in or pulling out, his cock felt like hundreds of tiny lips were sucking and rubbing his dick.
“Alan, I’m going to come soon,” Eric told him.
“Are you fisting your cock?” Alan asked, finally glancing down to see Eric’s arm in the familiar motion.
“Oh yeah, what will make you come?”
“Just the reality of all this.” Alan pumped hard into Eric and finally let himself go. He came with a force he’d not known before. Eric was palming his cock, his hand full of his own cum. Alan paused behind the other man, trying to catch his breath. Eric slipped from under him and dropped back to his knees. With one hand, he tore off the cage and condom from Alan. With his other hand, he began to jerk Alan off, using his own cum as a lubricant. Then he took him to his lips and licked him clean. Alan’s cock stirred fuller, harder, and when he wasn’t expecting it, Eric pushed two fingers up his anus. Alan jolted but didn’t push him away. Instead, he focused on the movie and let Eric do what he wanted to him. In the end, he came a second time from Eric sucking his cock, licking off his own cum and fingering his butt.
When they were both exhausted, Eric dropped onto the bed, pulling Alan beside him. “No one will ever know,” he reassured him. Rolling to the side, he grabbed something from the bedside drawer and handed it to Alan. It was a small cloth, and he used it to wipe his cock. Eric did the same to himself with a second cloth, and then they just laid there watching the men on screen continue to fuck.
“I guess I’m supposed to suck you now?”
“Not now, maybe another time. I’m quite happy with what we did today. Getting to feel you up my ass, especially with the cage, was amazing.”
“I’d better be careful, my friend. I won’t be able to get you off without it.”
“I’m sure we’ll work something out,” Eric said with a laugh. “The bathroom’s through there. You go ahead and clean up.”
Alan didn’t quite run to the bathroom, but he didn’t wait long. It embarrassed him that he had to pull his pants back up his legs. The reality of what he’d condoned and enjoyed surprised him. In the bathroom, he washed his genitals, along with his hands and face. Then he stood and looked at the man staring back from the mirror. A year ago, Alan would have known every detail of that person. Today, he didn’t have a clue. When he came out, Eric slipped past him. While he wanted to get out of there, he found himself watching the movie again. This time the men were sucking each other, and they each had a dildo up their butts.
“Here, take these,” Eric offered. Alan looked at him and saw he was holding out several CDs to him. Glancing at the covers, he saw they both had pictures of two men and one woman on the cover.
“Look, you know where and how to get in touch with me. The next move has to be yours. Whether it’s just for drinks or to fuck, it will be your call.” He hesitated. “I can just be a friend without benefits.”
“I should go,” Alan said, suddenly very self-conscious. In the living room, he grabbed his jacket and pushed the discs in his pocket, heading out. “Thanks for the game and…”
“Go on, get out of here. You need time to process this all. Call me.”
Alan left without another word, glancing over his shoulder on the way home. He had to admit he did enjoy what they did together, even if it was beyond what he’d ever assumed he’d condone.
That night at home in his own bed, he kept his hands off his cock and refused to put either of the movies in. He slept better than he had since returning from Breakwater Island. It was because he’d gotten laid, even if it wasn’t a normal lay for him.
Chapter Fifteen
The next morning Alan wanted to sleep late but couldn’t. He turned on the news, set up the coffeepot, and grabbed his newspaper from the hallway just outside his door. He locked himself back in and went back to the bedroom, tossing the paper on the bed. After a quick pee and brushing of his teeth, he headed for coffee and then brought the mug back to the room with him. Propped with pillows, he scanned the first pages of the paper as he sipped his coffee. The news had been right. It would be a rainy, cold day. Turrets of rain began to hit his windows. Bolts of lightning backlit the dreary sky, and thunder in the distance rumbled closer. He dozed for a bit and woke with a start, not remembering the dream. Glancing to the television, he saw it was still before eight.
Padding to the kitchen, he poured fresh coffee, double-checked his locks, and headed back to the bedroom. Had he known in the back of his mind all along this was how he would spend the day? If he had, he hadn’t acknowledged it. He put the mug on the bedside table and looked at the two movies Eric had given him
last night. He decided it really didn’t make a difference. Both boasted threesomes. He slid one into the player and went back to his bed. With a few clicks of the remote, he settled back to watch the film.
It wasn’t what he was expecting to see. In reality, the three people did everything to each other. The men sucked and fucked each other and then they sucked and fucked the woman. In one scene, she kneeled before both men, sucking them while pushing dildos up their asses. His cock had stirred when he put the movie in, and now he was just rock hard and horny. He slid off the bed and pushed down his sweatpants, kicking them to the side. Then he walked to his bedroom window and closed the curtains. He strode back to the bed but paused, heading to the living room, closing those drapes and rechecking the locks.
Back in his room, he finally felt safe. Alan spread himself across the center of his bed and grasped his cock. He began to stroke it up and back. Soon he wasn’t watching the movie as much as remembering the night before when he was thrusting into Eric. The moment he pictured Eric, he came on his belly.
“I’ve got to get a life,” he said, grabbing tissues from the bedside box. He dozed on and off, then changed the movie. The second one was similar to the first, only the woman was a redhead instead of a brunette. Both the men looked the same to him. It didn’t matter. Just the idea he was spending a Monday in bed watching male-on-male porn was startling. It didn’t stop him from grasping his cock a second time to jerk off to their motions, only he wasn’t coming. He was hard but couldn’t get past that breaking point. Frustrated, he dropped his cock and went to his own sex-movie collection. He changed the movie to a straight male-female and took out the collection of toys he’d accumulated while married. She’d blatantly left them behind, mentioning she’d buy herself new ones. He’d left them in the drawer and forgot about them. Today, he spread the vibrators and dildos on his bed. He lay back and began to masturbate again but wasn’t even getting hard.
Alan knew he was no longer the same man when he got up and put Eric’s movie back in. Spread wide on his bed, he watched the movie again, this time his cock throbbing hard. He grabbed one of the small dildos and brought it to his lips. He’d often sucked the toys to lubricate them before using them on his wife. Today it took on a different air. Watching the men in the movie, he copied their actions. Swirling his tongue around the tip, taking it deeper between his lips, letting his gag reflex get used to the toy as he pushed it in and out of his mouth. There was no going back. He took the slick toy from his mouth, and, after raising his legs until he was spread wide, he lifted his balls and nudged the toy in his anus. It was too stiff, and he was too dry. Having gone this far, he grabbed the lube and squirted some in his palm, rolling the toy around in it. Then he reached down and covered his anus with more of it. He used his index finger to wet his anus further and then tried the toy again. This time it slid inside him. He couldn’t decide if he was more surprised that he was doing this to himself or that he was wishing it was Eric doing it to him.
Leaving the toy deeply embedded inside him, he began to rub his cock. After letting more of the lube drip over him, he eased it around his cock and balls with his own hand and began pumping. He paused the movie and rewound it to the scene of the two men. This time all he had to do was squeeze his butt cheeks while stroking his cock and he came. Alan was exhausted, but he still wanted more, wanted to know if he could really go through with this act with another person. Forcing himself, he cleaned up and put the toys away in his bedside drawer, not in the cabinet further away.
The only thing that kept him sane was that he’d refrained from using his own cock cage while stroking himself. His body shuddered when he thought about using it to cover a dildo and fucking himself with it. Somehow, in his mind, using the cage on himself was crossing his personal sanity line. He knew he’d enjoy it too much and had been amazed at the feeling it created when he used Eric’s. He and Eric had both enjoyed the experience. Alan decided he wanted to save his and use it for the first time with Rae. It was his way of holding onto the small hope that one day he would see her again, enjoy her sexually again. A man had to have dreams, and this was his. One day he hoped to have private time with Rae. Then he’d fuck her with the cage, letting the nubs drive them both crazy. While thinking these very thoughts, he took it from the drawer and pulled it over his fingers, running it along his cheek. He let his fingers run down his belly, and his cock stirred to fullness. He quickly pulled it from his hand and tossed it aside. Much more of this and his personal line wouldn’t matter.
He showered, dressed, and forced himself out into the cold rain. He wandered a few blocks and found himself at an adult store on the border of the next neighborhood. He knew his cheeks were red with embarrassment when the saleswoman asked if he needed help. He told her he’d ask and got very interested in the movies.
Alan bought several straight films and two threesome movies. His hardest purchases were the two male-on-male films. He didn’t want the straight films but felt he needed the cover. He also bought several larger dildos and a vibrator. As a last thought at the counter, he tossed in a few butt plugs. He paid with cash so the transaction couldn’t be traced back to him. Now he was just thankful to be out of the store. The weather had worsened, and he was glad to be home. After another quick shower to warm up, he took all his purchases and spread them on the bed. Tossing aside the straight films, he struggled with the plastic wrap on the movie he wanted to watch, as well as the wrapping of the new dildos and vibrator.
After washing the toys, he brought them back to the bed and laid them where his wife used to sleep. He dropped his towel and lay back watching the film, fast-forwarding through the sweet and romantic sections until he got to the actual fucking. Then he settled back and watched and learned. Nearing six o’clock, he ordered a pizza and was dressed and ready when it arrived. As soon as the deliveryman was gone, he relocked himself in and tossed the box on the counter.
Stripping off his clothes on the way to the bedroom, he finally stretched out and picked up one of his new toys. Slathering it with lube, he automatically spread his legs wide and nudged the toy at his anus. With a bit more lube, the toy slipped easily inside him. He again turned on the movie and began to move the toy inside him. Though his cock was hard, he was enjoying the sensations of the toy more than his cock. Over and over, he continued to fuck his body with the dildo, just as the men in the movie fucked their partners.
At one point, he rolled onto his belly and continued to use the toy inside him. It was awkward, and he rolled back. Eyeing a larger toy, he lubed it and exchanged it, pushing it directly in his body. He was no longer pretending he didn’t want the penetrations. He was actively learning what his body reacted to. He came from the toy, not touching his cock. That was a first for him. Exhausted, he cleaned up the toys and himself and grabbed his robe. In the living room with a cold beer and slices of the cold pizza, he watched the game highlights. Rather, he stared at the screen while eating.
Back in his bedroom, he no longer pretended. He put in the next movie, laid out his toys and lube, and continued to fuck his own body with them. By the end of the movie, he’d tried two of the new toys and had a powerful orgasm. He was tired again and wanted to go to sleep but forced himself to get up and put the adult movies away, wash the toys, and hide all the lube and any hint of his down day. Alan knew his housekeeper never came before nine in the morning, but he didn’t want to get caught if he slept late. He even forced himself to take all the packaging to the incinerator shoot, making sure there was nothing else in the bag if anyone saw what was in it.
Finally, he lay in bed laughing at his own paranoia. “Best to be careful,” he said, forcing himself to get up and change his sheets. He stuffed them in the bottom of the laundry bag. Then he dropped back onto the soft surface and knew he’d finally relaxed. He slept, but not without dreams of men all around him. He woke restless, knowing he had to do something beyond fuck his ass with toys.
It was a long week, one he forced himself to dea
l with. Every day he was up dressed and running in the park. He stopped at the newsstand and bought every newspaper from out of town and several travel magazines. Each night he pored over them, trying to find a place to start his new life.
Two weeks later on a Friday, he e-mailed Eric. Simple and direct, the mail said, Bar at six. He didn’t check back for an answer, rather waited at the bar until he saw Eric come in.
After ordering a drink, they headed to a back table and ordered hamburgers. They talked of work and sports, and Alan told him about the travel sites he’d begun researching.
“Is Georgia one of those sites?” Eric asked with a smile.
“Actually, I’ve avoided it on purpose. I figured there’s a big world out there and I haven’t seen very much of it. What about you?” Alan asked when the waitress brought them fresh beers.
“I’m going to take money and run.” The men touched their glasses to each other.
“And will you go to Breakwater Island?”
“I’d like to. I’m in negotiations with Rae. We’re working out a deal where I’ll take over the accounting aspects of the island, leaving her free to deal with the rest of the business.”
“That sounds like a plan.”
“Yeah, but only part time. I’ll look for small jobs on the mainland to keep me busy the rest of the time.” Eric hesitated, but added, “I’m going to look for a condo or co-op on the mainland, too. This way Rae and I will be able to work together and keep some distance. I’ve learned she appreciates me more when we spend some time apart.”
“Was that her idea or yours?”
“It was mine. I’ve been married to her, and while it was good for a time, I’ve come to realize for myself, I want my private time without having to account to anyone.”
