by Gerald Lopez
“Methinks you exaggerate, Alex, but I appreciate the sentiment,” Forrest said. “I’ll go take a quick shower then join you in the tub.”
He turned and walked into the bathroom giving Alex and me a view of perfection as he left. When I heard the water from the shower I turned to Alex.
“I don’t know whether to hope the tub is actually small or extra large. Did you see that body?”
“Hell and yeah,” Alex said. “Don’t get me wrong, I love your body… but damn. I think I’m in need of a cold shower.”
“Ditto,” I said, then kissed Alex’s cheek. “Why did you insist he and I soak together?”
“It is a way to make friends quickly,” Alex said.
I put my arm around his shoulder and we walked into the bathroom. I was amazed at how large it was and Alex had been right about the tub being big enough for two and maybe more. After removing my robe and putting it on the towel rack, I situated myself on the right side of the rectangular tub which was on a raised platform and surprisingly deep. The wall of the tub was slightly curved to follow the contours of a person’s back.
“Where’s the faucet? I said.
Alex pointed to a knob on the wall, he pushed it in, then turned it, and water came down from a fixture in the ceiling above the tub. I jumped from surprise, then laughed.
“Holy shit!” I said. “That’s amazing.” The water was chilly at first, but quickly warmed up.
“You turn the knob to adjust the temperature,” Alex said. “It’s very modern. Elise told me a friend of Mrs. Carson’s redid this entire guest room for a design project which was photographed for a magazine. I don’t know if you noticed the bedroom and this bathroom have an Asian theme. Elise gave me a tour after I moved our stuff to the other room.
“How the hell would I have noticed the decor of the room?” I said. “My eyes were elsewhere, as yours were. You had the advantage of seeing this room earlier.”
“That’s true,” Alex said, then began to rub my shoulders while he sat on the wide rim of the tub
“God bless the Asians,” I said, as I stretched my legs. “I can’t believe I can stretch my whole body out in this tub.”
The water in the shower shut off and the glass door slid open. Forrest emerged in all his glory. He used a towel to dry off slightly, then shyly walked to the tub.
“Are you sure this is OK?” Forrest said.
“Yes,” Alex said.
“Get in the tub, big guy,” I said. “I’m gonna lose all respect for you if you keep on acting like a shy virgin girl.
Forrest chuckled then stepped into the tub and stretched out against the left side.
“To be honest,” Forrest said. “I’ve always wanted to use this tub. Rory and I were here when this thing was put in, just in case the workers needed help with the installation.” He leaned back and sighed. “This tub is so heavy the floor here had to be reinforced. Not to mention they had to do a bunch of stuff in the ceiling.”
“Must’ve cost a bundle,” I said.
“Yeah, probably,” Forrest said. “But the designer won some prestigious award for this whole suite which got him several high paying gigs and clients with deep pockets. In the end it was worth it for him and he did it all gratis—just for the publicity.”
“It was definitely worth it then,” Alex said.
So tell us, Forrest, what’s it like to live in this town?” I said.
“Well,” he said, then stopped and looked at Alex, “I think you can squeeze in here, buddy. I hate that we’re leaving you out.”
“Yeah, drop the robe and hop in, babe,” I said.
Alex chuckled, then did just what I suggested. He dropped the robe.
“And you two thought I had a nice body,” Forrest said, as Alex entered the tub. “There’s something to be said for a slender, smooth body, Alex. And you and the gym are no strangers, Layton.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“I could work out forever and not have your ass, Forrest—no offense,” Alex said as he leaned against the side of the tub in between Forrest and me.
“No offense taken,” Forrest said. “Going back to what you asked me, Layton. The neighborhood here is small, but we’re on the outskirts of town. About twenty miles down the main road are the stores, the college, et cetera. There’s a wide stretch of swampland that separates that section from this one. It’s protected wetlands… which makes our small area seem even more secluded than it is.”
“I kind of like that,” I said, then felt a foot on top of mine.
“Sorry,” Forrest said, “I was trying to stretch out my legs.”
“Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, we’ll make allowances for any slight bumps since we’re in such a confined area,” I said. “How are you doing, Alex? You look cramped. Come here.” I pulled him next to me and put my arm around him. We were cuddled close, but at least he could stretch out his legs. Where he was previously sitting he’d had his legs bent up to his chin.
“You two make a cute and sexy couple,” Forrest said. “That’s nice. There’s not much of a gay life here compared to the big city, but there is one gay club closer to the college campus. Mostly a bunch of college twinks go there.”
“Not really your scene, huh?” Alex said.
“My ex and I met there,” Forrest said. “He was one of those twinks and it didn’t work out well.”
“Sorry,” Alex said. “But, Mrs. Carson mentioned a drag queen had lived near here and at least one still does. She said he did her makeup.”
“That would be Henrietta,” Forrest said. “Once a week, Henrietta and his partner Gregory host what they call Friday night cocktails with the queen. I’m sure the two of you will be invited to cocktails.”
“Sounds interesting,” I said.
“Oh, it would be to a detective,” Forrest said. “There’s nothing that happens in this area that Henrietta doesn’t know about. The queen is a fountain full of information, some of it can even be useful at times.”
“You need to meet him, Layton,” Alex said.
“The both of you will meet him and Gregory tonight,” Forrest said. “Henrietta is co-host of the party and he and Gregory can’t wait to get acquainted with the two of you. The painter Nathan Chandler will be at the party too. I’m sure he’ll ask to paint your portraits.”
“Have you posed for him?” Alex said.
“Yes,” Forrest said. “His work sells for quite a bit in some galleries in New York and Europe. He’s good—a bit on the frisky side with his models, but not a bad sort of guy. I’m a fan of your work, Alex. I’ve admired some of the pieces here when I’ve visited Carson Court. My favorite is the one in the pool house of the guy in the pool.”
“I didn’t see it when we were there,” I said.
“One of Rory’s visitors knocked it off the wall and the frame had to be taken to the art store for repair.”
“Too rowdy, huh,” I said, then noticed the water was halfway up my chest and still flowing down from the ceiling.
“This tub is made to overflow,” Forrest said. “The overflow water is collected in the platform, cleaned, and redirected for use in the yard.”
“Ingenious,” I said.
“I think you’ll both find people around here to be pretty friendly,” Forrest said. “They liked the general a great deal. Already they like the two of you for keeping Mrs. Carson on at the court.”
“News travels quickly, huh?” I said.
“People feel warmly toward Mrs. Carson and didn’t like the idea of her moving away and leaving Carson Court,” Forrest said.
“What happened here to cover up the murder of the twins goes pretty high up, doesn’t it?” I said. “If it was just a random murder, it wouldn’t feel so much like things were hidden by the people involved.”
“Have you got proof of that, Layton, or just hunches?” Forrest said.
“Just hunches, and a lot of questions,” I said.
“And don’t forget, one dead body,” Alex
said.
“I was surprised you left Morelle’s journal with Shannon,” Forrest said.
“I trust her,” I said. “Besides, I learned all I could from it and I couldn’t see any sign that there was anything hidden inside the cover.”
“Damn!” Forrest said. “I wish it was Javina’s journal we’d found. To read how she saw everything would give us a lot of insight into life at the court in those days.”
“But that’s just one of the mysteries here,” Alex said. “What about the other one?”
“What do you two know about that one?” Forrest said.
“Not much so far, except that one of Shannon’s relatives was hanged over what happened,” I said.
“In a nutshell,” Forrest said, “Mrs. Carson’s brother Richard disappeared one day and it was presumed he was murdered by Edmond Littrell who was hung by an angry mob out for what they called justice.”
“Is there anything linking Richard’s murder to the murder of the twins?” Alex said.
“Just the mention of the Black Hearts Dance,” Forrest said. “I’d love to discuss this more, fellas but I’d like to have a lie down before the party, if you don’t mind.”
“Sure,” I said. “Alex and I had better do the same. We didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“You two probably don’t get much sleep any night given how new your relationship is,” Forest said, then smiled.
It was nice to see him loosening up with us.
“That is very, very true, Forrest,” Alex said, then pulled a chain on the wall behind him and the tub began to drain.
Alex’s response to Forrest had taken me by surprise and I smiled, then stood and got out of the tub. While I helped Alex up, Forrest stepped out on his side, dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist. After drying ourselves, Alex and I put on our robes and headed out of the bathroom with Forrest behind us.
“No need for me to take this wet towel into the bedroom,” Forrest said. “You two have seen the goods already anyway.”
“And how,” I said.
When we stepped into the bedroom I looked around and noticed how small it actually was. It wasn’t immediately apparent when you first walked in because the bed was just a double and there was a tall slim armoire instead of a dresser. The wallpaper was dark with an Asian theme. I was looking around the room when Forrest stood naked in front of the bed and spoke.
“Elise went back to the guesthouse and Mrs. Carson is talking with Rory at the pool house. Rory called and said Mrs. Carson will be there for a while discussing the party, then she wants to go to the guesthouse and check on Shannon. In other words, except for me, the two of you have the house all to yourselves should you want to get a little noisy in your room.
I grinned, then responded. “What makes you think we’re noisy?”
“In the fantasy I’ll be having when I lie down in bed you two will be very noisy,” Forrest said, then looked flustered. “Did I just say that?”
“That’s OK,” Alex said. “We probably will be very noisy. Feel free to listen in if it helps you along. There’s nothing wrong with a good healthy fantasy or two.”
Forrest’s jaw hung open and mine must’ve too because I felt Alex’s hand shut it, before he grabbed my hand and took me out of the room.
“What the—” I started to say.
“Shut your mouth, boy, and come with me,” Alex said.
Chapter 23
Games People Play
I WAS TOO shocked to speak. This was a new and interesting side to Alex and it was turning me on.
When we got to our room, Alex opened the door, shut it behind us, and walked me over to the bed. Then he threw open my robe, pulled it down onto the floor and removed his own. His erect cock bounced in the air to meet my erect cock. After giving me a salacious look he pushed me onto the bed, grabbed my legs, and lifted my ass into the air. He then began licking my asshole hungrily.
“Oh, baby, we’re past that,” I said. “Just stick that hard cock in me!
Without saying a word, Alex stopped what he was doing and replaced his tongue with his cock. It was so sudden and hard that I grunted loudly.
“You like that, boy,” Alex said.
“Yeah,” I said.
“That wasn’t very loud, I don’t think I believe you,” Alex said, holding my legs in the air but no longer thrusting inside me. He put my legs down, walked to the door and opened it a crack. “We have to help our local boy in the next room with his fantasy. Tell me what you want loud enough for the whole fucking house to hear!”
“Fuck me!” I said.
“Louder!” Alex said, in a very loud voice.
“Fuck me!” I said as loudly as I could. “Fuck me hard!”
Alex walked back to the front of the bed, lifted my legs and ass in the air, then entered my ass hard in one swift move.
“Yeah!” I said, then grunted. “More! More! Give me that cock!”
Alex began speeding up and it was getting me hot as hell. “Fuck yeah, Alex! Harder, harder! Fuck the shit out of me.”
“Fuck him, Alex!” Forrest said loudly from his room.
“I am fucking him really hard!” Alex said.
“Show him no mercy!” Forrest said.
“Oh fuck!” I said.
“Pound his ass!” Forrest said.
My heart was beating fast. Alex’s pace was picking up even more. “Tear my ass up, babe!”
“Let me hear you moan, Layton!” Forrest said.
I moaned loudly.
“You got that big, hard, cock of yours in hand, Forrest?” Alex said.
“Yes, Sir!” Forrest said.
“You yanking hard on it?” Alex said.
“Fuck yeah!” Forrest said.
“Good!” Alex said. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of Layton now till I shoot inside him.”
“Oh, fuck yeah!” Forrest said.
Alex was doing my ass rapid-fire now like a jackhammer and I was in fucking Heaven.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” I shouted. “Holy shit! Faster! Faster!” I started to yank my hard cock, but Alex slapped my hand away.
“You don’t get to jack off like, Forrest! As soon as I cum inside you, you’re gonna fuck me!”
“Yeah! Boss your man around while fucking him!” Forest said. “Tell him what to do!”
“And Forrest!” Alex said, then moaned.
“Yeah!” Forrest said.
“You can’t cum till Layton does! Understood, boy!
“Yes, Sir! Alex, Sir!”
“I’m fucking close!” Alex said, then reached down and pinched my nipples hard making me moan loudly. “I’m close! OH sheee-it! Holy, fucking, shit… I’m gonna cum!”
“Do it!” I said.
“Shoot that hot load inside your lover!” Forrest said.
“Aaaa!” Alex said. “I’m cumming!”
“Yeah!” I said. “Oh, yeah, that feels so good inside me! Thank you, Sir!”
Alex pulled out of me, then slapped my ass hard.
“Yeah!” Forrest said. “Slap Layton’s ass again!”
Alex did so.
“You didn’t cum yet, did you, Forrest?” Alex said.
“No, Sir,” Forrest said.
“Good, then keep pace with Layton and cum when he does!”
“Yes, Sir!”
Alex and I switched positions.
“Fuck my ass, Layton!”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, then entered Alex. “Damn, that’s still a fucking tight ass!”
“Oh yeah!” Forrest said.
“Squeeze your hand around your hard dick and you’ll feel what I’m talking about Forrest!” I said.
“Fuck that’s good and tight!” Forrest said. “Fuck your man, Layton!”
“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of him!” I said, then began pounding Alex’s ass.
Alex let loose and moaned loudly. “Fuck me, Layton—hard, damn it!”
I picked up my pace. “Oh shit! Shit! This isn’t gonna take long, Forre
st!”
“Fucking good, cause I’m close!” Forrest said. “Let’s cum together, Layton!”
“Fuck yeah!” I said then went jackhammer on Alex’s ass, grunting loudly.
“Fuck!” Forrest said. “That’s the sound of a soldier fucking! Fuck him with that hard Marine cock!”
“I felt harder then I’d ever been and my hair was wet with sweat as I put everything I had into fucking Alex while moaning and groaning at the top of my lungs. Forrest’s moans and groans combined with mine in the air.
“I’m fucking close, Layton!” Forrest said.
“Oh fuck, I’m right there!” I said.
“I’m ready, go for it!” Forrest said.
“Shit!” I said as I went over the edge and my body trembled. “Fuck! I’m there I’m gonna cum! Let me hear you cum with me, Forrest.” Hearing Forrest moan made me cum and I moaned, grunted, and groaned as I filled Alex up.
“Shoot that load, Forrest!” Alex said.
“Fuck yeah!” Forrest said. “I did!”
“Good!” I said. “Lick it up, clean off, and go to sleep! That was fucking epic!”
“Sweet dreams, guys!” Forrest said. “Signing off now!”
“We need to clean off too,” Alex said as I lay down beside him on the bed.
“The fuck we do,” I pulled him close, nipped the side of his neck, closed my eyes and fell asleep. I didn’t even know what time it was when a knock on our door woke me up. “Yes, who’s there?”
“It’s Forrest.”
I shook Alex awake, then pulled the sheets over our naked bodies. “Come on in, Forrest.”
Forrest entered wearing only boxers and shut the door behind him.
“Excuse the attire, but Mrs, Carson just woke me up and asked me to check on you guys,” Forrest said.
“Has anything happened?” Alex said, then sat up.
“No,” Forrest said. “But we only have about an hour and a half before guests start arriving for the party.”
“Shit!” I said, then jumped out of bed and paced the room, trying to wake up.
“Layton, you’re naked,” Alex said.
“Shit, I forgot,” I said, still hazy. “Damn that session wore me out!”
