Dave’s thong down around his ankles and let his hands roam freely, fondling Dave’s testes. His heart raced.
“Just tell me to stop and I will.”
Dave arched against Frank’s hands and moaned.
“I want you to—ah, God. Don’t.”
Frank squeezed Dave’s cock. “What? What do you want?”
“I’m not gay!”
Frank laughed quietly. “I know you’re not, babe. You’re probably bi.” He nipped his shoulder. “Now, tell me what you want.”
Dave turned his head and looked at his best friend. I love him. I have to know.
“Kiss me. Again.”
* * * *
Dave looked at the length of Frankie’s back as Frankie stretched out above him. The moonlight coming through the window danced along the curve of Frankie’s spine. He looked like a Roman gladiator fucking a slave before going into the arena. Frankie’s skin gleamed from the scented oil smoothed all over every inch of his body by Dave’s eager hands. He gripped Frankie’s head; the curly hair twining around his fingers, and he moaned as Frankie’s lips finally engulfed his cock. It wasn’t the same as Shari’s mouth. Frank could take in more of him quicker and easier. And he sucked harder. Oh, God, it felt good. Too good, too quick, too—
“Crap.”
His cum erupted into Frankie’s mouth.
“Frank, I’m sorry. I came too soon. I—”
Frank shifted off him and laughed.
“Oh, man, I can’t believe it. I got you so wound up you shot your wad early.” He turned onto his stomach and looked up at Dave’s reddened face. “It’s gonna be fun being the leader for a change.”
Chapter 4
“What do you think they’re doing in there?” Shari asked. “It’s been awfully quiet for a while.”
Marcie stared at the innocent-looking top lying on the dusty floor. How could she answer Shari without hurting her? She knew Frank would tell Dave how he felt about him. Had Frank told Shari that he was gay? Aw, crap, what the hell should I do?
“Do you think he’s telling him he’s gay?”
Marcie raised her head and looked into Shari’s eyes.
“You know?”
“Frank told me last night.” Her eyes grew bleak. “He…I-I figured out he loved him.” Tears filled her eyes. “Oh, Marcie what will I do if Dave loves him back? I’ll—”
The floor reverberated to a slow, steady thumping.
Marcie opened her arms and Shari fell into them. She wept quietly while Marcie patted her back.
“Listen, just because Dave may love Frank doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you, too. There’s no limits to the number of people you can love or how you can love them.” She laughed softly. “Hell, you should know better than that. Who’s the poster child for alternate lifestyles?” She lifted Shari’s chin. “If Dave loves Frank, you should love him, too. I’ve seen the way Dave looks at you. He adores you.”
Shari pulled away and sat on the couch. She grabbed one of the shabby sofa cushions and pressed it against her breasts, leaning her chin on top. She shook her head.
“No. He adores fucking me. I told him everything, and it seems I’m an answer to his prayers. He likes it best rough, too.” She laughed bitterly. “Now he doesn’t have to go trolling at any sex clubs or get the phone number from someone he arrests. He’s got me.”
“You’re nuts. Do you think if it were only the sex that he’d take you up here to his grandparents’ getaway place? Sweetie, he could have anyone he wanted with a snap of his fingers. But he chose you. If he had had his way, it would have only been you and him up here. He wants more from you than just sex. He wants the whole package.”
“You think?”
“Yeah, I think.”
“Marcie, I don’t know that I can deal with seeing them coming out from the same room.”
Marcie picked up the clothes she’d lost and stood. She pulled her T-shirt down over her head and pulled on her jeans.
“Get dressed. We’ll go into the kitchen, and you can put together one of your gourmet lunches.”
Shari grabbed her
“Just tell me to stop and I will.”
Dave arched against Frank’s hands and moaned.
“I want you to—ah, God. Don’t.”
Frank squeezed Dave’s cock. “What? What do you want?”
“I’m not gay!”
Frank laughed quietly. “I know you’re not, babe. You’re probably bi.” He nipped his shoulder. “Now, tell me what you want.”
Dave turned his head and looked at his best friend. I love him. I have to know.
“Kiss me. Again.”
* * * *
Dave looked at the length of Frankie’s back as Frankie stretched out above him. The moonlight coming through the window danced along the curve of Frankie’s spine. He looked like a Roman gladiator fucking a slave before going into the arena. Frankie’s skin gleamed from the scented oil smoothed all over every inch of his body by Dave’s eager hands. He gripped Frankie’s head; the curly hair twining around his fingers, and he moaned as Frankie’s lips finally engulfed his cock. It wasn’t the same as Shari’s mouth. Frank could take in more of him quicker and easier. And he sucked harder. Oh, God, it felt good. Too good, too quick, too—
“Crap.”
His cum erupted into Frankie’s mouth.
“Frank, I’m sorry. I came too soon. I—”
Frank shifted off him and laughed.
“Oh, man, I can’t believe it. I got you so wound up you shot your wad early.” He turned onto his stomach and looked up at Dave’s reddened face. “It’s gonna be fun being the leader for a change.”
Chapter 4
“What do you think they’re doing in there?” Shari asked. “It’s been awfully quiet for a while.”
Marcie stared at the innocent-looking top lying on the dusty floor. How could she answer Shari without hurting her? She knew Frank would tell Dave how he felt about him. Had Frank told Shari that he was gay? Aw, crap, what the hell should I do?
“Do you think he’s telling him he’s gay?”
Marcie raised her head and looked into Shari’s eyes.
“You know?”
“Frank told me last night.” Her eyes grew bleak. “He…I-I figured out he loved him.” Tears filled her eyes. “Oh, Marcie what will I do if Dave loves him back? I’ll—”
The floor reverberated to a slow, steady thumping.
Marcie opened her arms and Shari fell into them. She wept quietly while Marcie patted her back.
“Listen, just because Dave may love Frank doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you, too. There’s no limits to the number of people you can love or how you can love them.” She laughed softly. “Hell, you should know better than that. Who’s the poster child for alternate lifestyles?” She lifted Shari’s chin. “If Dave loves Frank, you should love him, too. I’ve seen the way Dave looks at you. He adores you.”
Shari pulled away and sat on the couch. She grabbed one of the shabby sofa cushions and pressed it against her breasts, leaning her chin on top. She shook her head.
“No. He adores fucking me. I told him everything, and it seems I’m an answer to his prayers. He likes it best rough, too.” She laughed bitterly. “Now he doesn’t have to go trolling at any sex clubs or get the phone number from someone he arrests. He’s got me.”
“You’re nuts. Do you think if it were only the sex that he’d take you up here to his grandparents’ getaway place? Sweetie, he could have anyone he wanted with a snap of his fingers. But he chose you. If he had had his way, it would have only been you and him up here. He wants more from you than just sex. He wants the whole package.”
“You think?”
“Yeah, I think.”
“Marcie, I don’t know that I can deal with seeing them coming out from the same room.”
Marcie picked up the clothes she’d lost and stood. She pulled her T-shirt down over her head and pulled on her jeans.
“Get dressed. We’ll go into the kitchen, and you can put together one of your gourmet lunches.”
Shari grabbed her
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