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by H. D. Nels


  A dark-haired, stunning man who’d just apparently crawled from a GQ magazine approached and offered his hand. “You must be Colby. I’m Dr. Mills, Trevor Mills. I guess I’m going to be working with you, Ian, and your other partner. I haven’t met him yet. Come on, I’ll introduce you to Mary.”

  Colby’s session lasted an hour. He was impressed with how at-ease Mary helped him feel right from the start. Prior to the meeting, he decided to be open about everything. He told her about his life in the community, being gay, and sharing his life with two other men.

  For her part, Mary assured him that not all depressed persons were suicidal, nor were all people who contemplated taking their life necessarily depressed. Feeling overwhelmed without options was a factor in many unfortunate deaths.

  They parted with a firm commitment for more sessions. Colby booked the next appointment on his way out.

  Arriving at the plant, he got his gear together to work with Olsen and a few others on the floor. Even though he was a lead-hand, the first part of his swing shift was under the direction of the day supervisor. He’d follow the evening one for the last part. He enjoyed his job and since standing up to Olsen, he’d had full cooperation and respect from everyone. There was usually some minor banter but nothing offensive. He and Olsen were palletizing and wrapping orders the other crews had picked. He’d bent at the waist to attach the end of the shrink wrap to the pallet. The next step was to stretch the wrap and walk around the pallet when he heard a snort.

  “Get your fat fucking faggot ass out of my face, fucker.” Olsen had a smirk.

  “Woo, the man does alliteration.” He thought for a moment. “Get your funny, furry face away from my fine…umm…dammit, you win. Get your face out of my ass. How’s that?” They both laughed.

  Olsen clapped his shoulder as he resumed his shrink wrapping task. “Tell me, what’s it like? I mean I don’t want gory details or anything. I like the contrast between my hairy, ugly features and a woman’s delicate, smooth curves.”

  “Honestly, it isn’t that I find women unattractive or repulsive. I don’t hate or dislike them. I see a beautiful lady and I admire her, probably as much as you. For whatever reason, I don’t get aroused. You were pretty tough on me when I first got here. Did you automatically hate me or was it more like you felt you had to prove you weren’t like me?” He set the wrap down and watched for a reaction.

  “You know, I grew up in a family that hated anyone and anything that was different. I never understood it but it was the only way I knew. When you called me on my shit I realized I sounded like my dad. I like you, like working with you. And now that you’re a lead hand I can tell everyone honestly that I enjoy being under a gay guy.”

  Once they stopped laughing, Colby said, “Hey, let’s add to your learning curve. I’ll take you to Chaps after work. I promise to keep you safe. There’s someone there I’d like you to meet.”

  Olsen shrugged. “Sure, I’m a firm believer that old dogs can learn new tricks. When you go to the bar I’ll stand with my back firmly against a wall.”

  It was still early by gay-bar standards when they arrived at Chaps. Brody was behind the bar once again. Apparently, Owen liked being off these days. Speculation was a new man in his life. Colby saw his eyes light up as they approached the bar. “Brody Langdon, this is Nigel Olsen. Nigel, meet my partner, Brody.” They shook hands. He smiled at his boyfriend. “Set up one tab for Nigel and me please.” He lowered his voice. “It’s his first time in a place like this.”

  Brody nodded. “Yeah, but a man needs a break from church now and then, right Nigel?” He took their drink orders and said, “The man in the booth beside the pool table already has a tab running. Go, sit and I’ll bring your drinks over.” He winked at Colby.

  The pair walked to the booth where Ian sat with a barely touched beer and a wide smile. He stood as they approached. “Ian Lawlor, I’d like you to meet Nigel Olsen. We work together. Nigel, this is my partner Ian.” He grinned at the suddenly confused look.

  Brody appeared carrying a tray with the drinks. He bit back a smile at the puzzled look on Nigel’s face. “I can’t prolong his agony. Nigel, this might seem very unusual to you, but then again you’re a straight man in a gay bar. Ian and Brody are my partners, or boyfriends or lovers. Choose whichever works for you.”

  Olsen sat and inhaled half his beer. “Whew, I thought for a minute I was going to be caught in a cat fight. I wasn’t sure if you all knew about each other and were playing games. Honestly, it doesn’t bother me any. Where you stick your dick is your business.”

  The three sat making small talk while Brody worked the bar. A smooth, slim, well-dressed man about Brody’s age approached their table. He had his mascaraed eyes fixed on Olsen. Ian and Colby tried to read the expression on his face. The good looking twink extended his hand to Olsen. “Hi, I’m Curtis. Can I buy you a drink?”

  Olsen glanced at his companions, then back at Curtis. “Hi, I’m Nigel. Do you want to join us?”

  The younger man shook his head. “I have a quiet booth in the corner.” He indicated it with a nod. “I sure like what I see and I’d like to get to know you better.” He tore his eyes from Nigel’s to look at Ian. “Would it be okay if I borrow your hunk? I promise not to hurt him.” He went back to full focus on the object of his affection.

  Colby said, “Nigel, we’ll be here for a while. Go, meet another gay man. It’s always good to broaden your scope.” He noticed the flush on Nigel’s face and his eyes gazing into Curtis’s. He was sure something earth-moving was happening here.

  Brody’s shift had ended and Olsen was nowhere in sight. Neither was Curtis. Colby stopped worrying when Brody mentioned seeing Nigel leaving with Curtis when he closed the young man’s tab.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Help Line, this is Benny.” Ian leaned back and sighed. He enjoyed his volunteer gig but he also liked being home with his two men. He knew this was the infatuation stage of their relationship. He also figured, given the personalities of his partners, that this was a long-term deal.

  “Benny, Jim here. I thought I’d give a shout before bed to see how things are hanging. I got a busy day tomorrow, writing to all the members of parliament and the legislature here. Someday, someone will listen and finally get things on track.”

  Benny chuckled. “Jim, if I were to sell a kidney today I’d still not have enough to cover the postage for all those letters you say you’ve written. Between that and cigarettes, where do you find the cash to waste on things like food and clothing?”

  Jim’s gravelly laugh, punctuated by a fit of coughing, was typical of their regular chats. “Maybe I’m selling myself on the side.” He took a wheezy intake of breath. “You know, like them rent boys.”

  “Oh Lord, I need to find a way to get that mental image out of my head. You make me feel the need to call a Help Line. Be merciful, my friend. Some things should never be described using an outside voice.”

  They both shared the laugh and Jim wished Benny a good evening. David came wandering in. Ian was surprised to see his hand still in a plaster sling.

  “It’s been ages since you fell. Are you milking it for sympathy? Why do you still have the brace?”

  David, a.k.a. Bruce settled at his desk. He looked at Benny and rolled his eyes. “Each time I go back to the clinic a different doctor suspects an occult fracture. It still hurts in spots but I’m kind of tired of this thing.” He glared at the plaster splint. “Hey, what are your plans for Christmas? I signed up for a shift here, seeing as I’ve got nobody in the area.”

  “That shot was totally uncalled for. I thought we had some semblance of friendship. What shift are you doing?”

  Bruce shrugged. “I’ll be working the usual evening shift. I’m pretty comfortable with the regulars.”

  Benny didn’t even have to think about it. “Join us for Christmas dinner. I’ll contact Sheila in the morning and ask to work the same shift as you Christmas day. We’ll have enough time earlier to celebrat
e before coming here.”

  Bruce waved as he turned to take a call. It was quieter than usual which surprised nearly everyone. When the shift finally ended, Ian decided he’d meet up with Brody to give him a lift home. He arrived at the bar and parked in a nearby lot. His focus was on his handsome partner as he strolled to order a club soda. Brody caught his eye, smiled and nodded toward a side booth. Ian glanced over, eyebrows reaching his hairline. He looked back at Brody with a questioning look. Brody shrugged his shoulders and held up one finger to indicate he needed a minute. Ian looked over again at Nigel and the young twink in skinny jeans, see-through tight T-shirt and an abundance of makeup. Nigel couldn’t take his eyes off the man across from him. Ian recalled the younger man saying his name was Curtis. He smiled as Curtis reached across the table and held Nigel’s hand before bringing it to his glossed lips for a kiss. Ian could see that even his fingernails were painted a dark colour. He felt Brody’s arms around his waist and turned into his waiting lips.

  “I thought I’d pop in to see if I could pick up a perky waiter. Are you easy pickings for a horny old man?” Ian waggled his eyebrows.

  Brody nuzzled his neck and kissed up to his ear, nibbling the lobe. “I’m easy, but not cheap.” They both glanced over at a sudden burst of laughter from Nigel’s table. “Looks as though Colby’s workmate has decided to switch sides.” Brody narrowed his eyes. “He’d better not get any ideas about hitting on our man. I wonder what changed his outlook. Unless he was being a dick because he felt trapped in a closet and lashed out at openly gay men, whom he probably envied.”

  “Woo, I’m impressed, Sigmund Freud, but sometimes a cigar is only a roll of quarters in my pocket. Wanna feel?” He grinned and directed Brody’s palm over his crotch.

  “I suppose you think I’d be surprised that you got an erection. Let me tell you mister penis-that-walks-like-a-man you’re always ready to go. I’d bet even a gentle breeze could get you up and throbbing. Let me clear a few tabs, cash out, and we’ll deal with your roll of quarters at home. Two against one should be almost even.”

  Colby had finished making a few sandwiches when his two partners came in.

  “Honey, we’re home,” Brody called out with a falsetto voice. “I’ve got a horny Help Line volunteer with me. Do you think the two of us can handle this animal?”

  Colby laughed and walked over to kiss his boyfriends. “Yeah, he’s probably tired enough that it should be easy pickin’ for us.”

  “I was thinking the same thing. Oh, by the way—how was your co-worker, Nigel, today?” He had a wide grin.

  Colby thought for a moment. “Now that you mention it, he seemed different. Every time I looked his way he had a smile. He was walking a bit tenderly, too. I’d wondered if he might have stubbed a toe or something. Why do you ask?”

  “You’ll never guess who we saw at Chaps with the same guy he met last evening? Giggling, laughing and holding hands like a pair of lovers. Want to bet he rode his first buck last night? His ass was likely sore if it was his first time. I’ve seen Curtis’s package—definitely not something to trifle with.”

  Colby walked to the kitchen shaking his head. “Get comfy, I’ll bring out a bite to eat and some drinks.” He was bent over glancing in the fridge for some cold juice when he felt a familiar hand caress his butt. “Taking advantage of the innocent kitchen help, are we?” He glanced over his shoulder. Brody’s eyes were smoldering. “Before you get too carried away”—Colby stood and opened the freezer—“I got a good jump on the grocery list. Hopefully, we can keep it from Ian until his parents show up.”

  Brody wrapped his arms around his lover, lowered his hands to his waist and pulled their crotches together as their lips met. Colby re-wrapped the sandwiches and followed as he was led to the living room to collect their partner.

  * * * *

  “Are we planning on feeding an army? The cupboards are stuffed.” Ian turned and raised an eyebrow at Colby. He was the one most often puttering around the kitchen.

  Without a pause, Colby met his gaze. “Christmas, dude. You can’t expect to have an empty pantry for the holiday season. Then there’s Boxing Day, New Year’s Eve, and the grand finale itself. Chill, babe. We’re fine.” He blew a sigh of relief when Ian nodded and walked away. He and Brody decided the twenty-third was the day to bring Ian’s family in for a touchdown. They debated whether to include the hunk in the trip to fetch his folks and decided an emotional reunion at the airport, followed by strategic introductions at home was the best plan.

  “I love it when a plan comes together.” Brody nibbled Colby’s ear and grinned. “Speaking of coming together, do you think our man is up for some Graham-Langdon style loving?” He paused for only a moment. “Nah, he’s always semi-erect anyway. Let’s go work some magic.”

  Colby stared briefly and then shook his head slowly. “It is true. You’ve got the dirtiest mind of anyone on the planet. And for that, I’m truly grateful. What makes you so horny so often?”

  Brody grinned. “Wellll, when I’m not being incredibly sexy at the bar, I tend to stimulate myself.” He held up a hand when Colby snorted. “I’ve been through this with our boyfriend. I don’t mean it in a self-gratification way—no sir, I’m talking purely intellectual.”

  Ian commented as he entered the room. “‘Brody’ and ‘purely’ tend to be an oxymoron. Are you planning to enlighten our stud here with your Discover Magazine learnings?” He glanced at Colby. “Did you know that birds are actually dinosaurs? The genius here”—he nodded toward Brody—“taught me that bit of trivia. He’s probably going to dazzle you with articles about hormones and testosterone, all designed to impress and bed his audience.”

  Brody folded his arms across his chest. “I’ll do whatever it takes, whenever possible, to bed the two most sensuous men in the world. My Discover subscription was a happy accident.”

  Satisfied that he’d deflected Brody’s self-aggrandizement, Ian looked lovingly upon his two favourite men, fully intending to have his way with both. “My Lord, look at the time.” He faked a yawn and stretched. “I’m beat and bed sounds so inviting.” He glanced over his shoulder as he made his way upstairs to see which of the two was already most naked. With a very lecherous smirk, he led the way to the master bedroom. “Does anyone have a preference to fulfill tonight? If not, I’m going to try to take Colby’s monster, hopefully while locked in a serious 69 with the youngest buck.”

  Colby was the focus of combined attention of his two lovers. Ian began licking on a nipple, getting it wet and blowing on it gently to watch as it stiffened. Brody repeated the move on his other nipple, fascinated as it hardened like a cock going from limp to rigid. Colby moaned while his partners grinned. Neither had met anyone who had such sensitive nipples. There had been one particularly sexually charged evening when, after all three came, both Brody and Ian held Colby’s arms and worked his nipples. Sure enough, after a few minutes of intense stimulation, they were rewarded by a creamy fountain. The man actually shot his second load without any stimulation to his cock. Brody left his task and knelt, pulling Colby’s briefs down. His hard cock bent with the fabric and then rebounded to slap his tight abdomen when finally released. Brody slowly, teasingly slid the foreskin back from the slick glans, watching fascinated as the head deepened to an almost purple shade and flared as it engorged with blood. He leaned in to take a taste.

  Ian continued working Colby’s nipple and both were engaged in serious tongue-fucking. Colby moaned once again as Brody sucked harder on his crown. He was close, but that never stopped anyone since they knew he’d be back and ready for more before his cock even had a chance to go limp. Brody cupped his balls, squeezing gently and slid his hand behind that magnificent sack to finger his very tight puckered entrance. As soon as he eased a finger inside and teased the spongy lobes of his man’s prostate, Colby moaned once more before giving up a copious hot load to Brody’s greedy mouth. He milked the rigid shaft to get every bit of semen before standing to share it with Ian in
a hot, wet kiss.

  Brody’s voice was husky. “I’m going to keep this thing rigid while you get ready, Ian.” He slowly squeezed as he jacked Colby’s still-leaking cock. He knew first-hand the stretch Ian would feel. Colby was gentle with his lovers but Ian usually didn’t bottom so this was going to be a feat of skill and trust. Once Ian was ready Brody led Colby by his heavy cock. He felt like an artist wielding his brush or a sculptor with a warm thick chisel in his hand. He pulled the loose sheath of skin back so the large plum-shaped glans was pressed against Ian’s tight hole. Colby eased forward, his cock sliding through the loose grip of Brody’s hand. Ian sucked in a breath and Colby ceased his advance. Brody scooted around and positioned his mouth over Ian’s cock. His own crotch was at Ian’s face. All three were on their sides. Brody’s firm suction on Ian’s cock helped him relax enough for Colby to press deeper. Ian moaned when the prominent rim of his lover’s crown slid over his prostate. Colby’s pace increased, as did the intensity of Brody’s action on his cock. The combination of the sucking and tongue laving his glans brought Ian to a point of no return. He was breathing heavily through his nose, his mouth still filled with Brody’s rod. He felt the tip of Brody’s tongue tease his slit, and with a groan began to unload his hot juice. That brought Brody over the edge and Ian was rewarded with a slick, warm and semi-sweet assault on his taste buds. The contractions of his ejaculation around Colby’s cock milked a second copious load from his partner.

  With clean-up completed the three went to bed for real. Colby and Ian spooned Brody who sighed contentedly. He loved being the center of attention of these two wonderful men.

  * * * *

  “Tell me again, why do the three of us have to go to the airport to pick up a parcel?” Ian was finishing his breakfast. Colby was incredibly talented in the kitchen. Ian grinned and added “too” to that thought. For someone without much experience, his lover was also considerate and skillful in the bedroom.

 

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