Chapter 9
"So, how's it hangin', ol' buddy?" Claude asked Bob as he peeked into Bob's cubicle at Visions. "How's that French bride of yours?"
"Fine," Bob said. "Just fine."
He really didn't want to discuss his marital situation, especially not with Claude.
Claude was gross.
"Anytime you get tired of her, you just let me know," Claude leered.
"Sure," Bob forced a grin. "Sure will, Claude."
Claude waddled away and Bob was relieved.
He was feeling really strange since returning to New York. He was totally confused now about his feelings. What kind of a guy was he, he kept asking himself. Angelique was the sweetest, prettiest bride in the whole world and he should be happier than a pig in shit but he couldn't get Philippe out of his mind.
Philippe!
And Angelique didn't seem to mind. That was what drove him nuts. That night of their honeymoon, that night and every night after that while they were in Niagara Falls, it had been a three-way. An incredible three-way, one that he had never imagined possible, but he couldn't get it out of his head that it was wrong, that it was sick, that he should be satisfied with Angelique alone. But he couldn't get enough of Philippe and that incredible ass of his-or his dick!
That was what bothered Bob the most, the fact that he really liked getting fucked!
"Hey, how about a drink after work?"
Bob turned to see Buddy's grinning puss peering through the door of his cubicle.
"Well ... I don't know," Bob said. "I should get right home."
"What's the matter, that wife of your get jealous?" Buddy asked.
It wasn't Angelique who got jealous, it was Philippe. He seemed to have the same kind of feeling about Bob that Bob had about Philippe. Couldn't get enough of him and was extremely watchful when they went out anywhere that Bob didn't pay too much attention to anyone else, especially cute looking guys.
Bob had to admit that he had been eyeing some hot numbers lately. Something he would never have done before.
"Oh why the hell not?" Bob said. "Sure, meet you at five."
It was settled then. He would have one drink, just one with Buddy then head right home to Angelique-and Philippe.
It was a strange arrangement. But for them it worked. The three of them!
When five o'clock came around, Buddy was right there.
"Come on, guy, I want to hear all about that honeymoon of yours."
"Oh, leave me alone," Bob said. He really didn't want to discuss his personal life. Even with Buddy.
They entered the bar and once again Buddy led the way to an empty table near the back.
It was wild the way Buddy's ass excited him. He was used to the feeling of being turned on by a man's butt now, but it was still unsettling to him. But he had to admit that Buddy had about the hottest ass he had ever seen-except Philippe's.
"Usual poison?" Eunice asked, greeting the two friends with her typical dry humor.
"Sure, fill us up," Buddy said.
"You're pretty full of it already," Eunice said, slinging her hips as she turned to go to the bar and fill their order. She knew by now what every regular customer in the bar drank. It was all predictable.
"So, tell me about it," Buddy insisted. "How was your honeymoon?"
"It was wonderful," Bob said. "But I really don't want to talk about it. It's private."
"Private, huh?" Buddy sounded resentful. "What's private between you and me?"
Bob was afraid Buddy would take that attitude. The kid was really getting too friendly. He should never have done what he did with Buddy at that bachelor party, but he couldn't help himself at the time. He had just succumbed to the feelings of the moment.
"Here, drink that," Eunice said, sliding the drinks onto the table.
"I'd rather have a long drink of you," Buddy said.
"Might take you up on that sometime, if I thought you were serious," Eunice said.
"Of course, I'm serious," Buddy said. "Damned serious."
"Sure," Eunice said. "About as serious as a car crash."
"Your place or mine?" Buddy said, taking a long swig of his drink.
"How about in the middle of the freeway?" Eunice said. She'd had passes made at her by every third guy who ever came into the bar. She knew that most of them would have run scared if she took them up on their offers.
"Anyplace you say," Buddy pushed.
"All right, stud," Eunice said. "Meet me here at nine o'clock, and be ready."
"I'm always ready," Buddy said, gripping his crotch.
"That's what they all say," Eunice said. "Then when it comes to action time ... well. The less said about that the better."
"Trust me," Buddy said.
"Yeah, about as far as I can throw you," Eunice rejoined. Then she turned an headed off to take care of another table.
"Are you serious?" Bob asked when Eunice was out of earshot. "You're really going to take that tramp home?"
"Sure," Buddy said. "I bet she's a hot fuck."
"You're impossible," Bob said. "You'd fuck anything that held still long enough to put it in."
"Wouldn't you?" Buddy grinned.
What did he know? Nothing.
Bob pretended not to hear and took a swig of his drink. He had to get home. The French pair would be expecting him.
"Listen, Buddy," Bob said. "I've got to be going."
"Aw," Buddy complained. "Just one more. Maybe I can pry a few secrets out of you if I get you drunk enough."
"Leave me alone," Bob laughed. "I have to go to the head anyway."
He stood up and headed towards the men's room.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't," Buddy yelled at his back.
"That wouldn't stop me from much," Bob yelled back.
The old joke had a hard edge to it. Bob thought, remembering what he knew about Buddy. And about what he knew about himself.
Bob pushed the door of the men's room open and stepped inside.
There were five stalls in the place and a young guy was standing at one of them. Bob moved to one on the end and whipped it out.
The relief of pissing when you really need it is one of natures special treats Bob had always thought. Now it was really a pleasure. He held his thick ten inches in his hand and let it gush.
He glanced over at the young blonde man who was standing a couple of feet from him and smiled;
"I really needed this," Bob said. "So I can see," the blonde responded. "Enjoy yourself."
The blonde looked down at Bob's cock and then up at Bob again. Bob felt strange.
The guy was not pissing. He was just standing there ... looking at Bob's cock.
Bob glanced down at the guy's dick. It was hard.
Bob looked away again quickly. This kind of thing had happened to him before ... before what? Before he knew that he could enjoy a prick.
Now it really made him nervous. He tried not to look back at the blonde who was still just standing there, but he felt drawn, like a magnet to turn and check out the guy's meat.
It was big.
Almost as big as Bob's.
Bob finished his piss and just stood there. He was frozen into position. He couldn't move. He just looked at the guy and held onto his prick. The guy smiled and moved closer to Bob.
Bob felt his dick getting hard as the blonde moved closer. He looked down at the guy's meat.
He was pumping on it slowly with his hand.
Bob began to stroke his own cock.
They two of them were jerking off now, just watching each others action.
Then the blonde let go of his own cock and reached his hand over to take hold of Bob's. Bob was going to push the hand away, but somehow couldn't stop himself. He just let go and let the guy grab his meat and take a firm grip on it.
God! That felt good.
The guy's hand was strong and he knew how to handle a cock. Bob just let him play with his prick as he stood there. It was really hard now, no fooling anybody. If anyone walked into the restroom and caught them Bob would die. Right there he'd just die. But it felt so good, so damned good.
He turned slightly to give the guy a better hold on it and as soon as he did the guy bent over and took the head of Bob's cock in his mouth. He still held onto the dick with his hand and began to lick the head of Bob's prick with his tongue.
A shiver ran through Bob's whole body. Damn, the guy was good. He really knew how to handle a prick. He was giving Bob a really good thrill.
The warm, wet tongue slipped over the head of Bob's prick and he could feel the strength in the guy's hand as he jerked on his meat. It was a terrific feeling and all the more so since it was so dangerous. All that had to happen was for some other guy who needed a piss to come in.
"Yeah, suck it," Bob whispered. "Suck that cock."
He rally liked the way the guy was blowing him. It was fast and furious and dangerous. The kind of thing that really turned him on. He felt like a bad kid who might get caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
The blonde guy stood up and pulled Bob by his prick so that they were up against the door. No one could come in unexpectedly now. Bob pressed his back against the door and the blonde dropped down into a squatting position in front of Bob. He unfastened Bob's belt and the top button on his pants and pulled Bob's pants down. The whole ten inches and his balls were completely free now.
The blonde really went to town now. He sucked on Bob's cock and played with his balls. Bob leaned back and let the guy do what he wanted.
And what he wanted was terrific.
Bob had been having a lot of weird experiences lately and this was one more. A blow job in a bathroom in a public bar-and Buddy was right outside.
That thought really turned Bob on. Buddy wouldn't know anything about it. He would think that Bob was taking a shit. He wouldn't know that Bob was right in here, just on the other side of the door getting a hot blow job from a really good looking young blonde guy. Wow!
Bob liked that idea. The whole secrecy of it. That part of it really turned him on.
That and the fact that the guy really knew how to suck cock.
He was taking long, hard strokes on Bob's cock while he held onto the base of it with one hand and really did a number on Bob's balls while he was sucking on his cock.
"Take that dick, you cocksucker," Bob whispered. His voice was really hoarse now. He loved the feeling of that hot mouth on his prick. He loved the feel of the guy's hands on his balls. He wanted to grab hold of the guy's dick too.
But the guy was squatting and Bob couldn't get to it. He knew what it felt though. Just as he knew what Buddy's cock felt like Buddy, his old friend. The one that he had reamed out in his sleep, the one he had fucked at the bachelor party.
The Buddy that he wanted to fuck him.
Too fuck him!
Yes!
He wanted Buddy to fuck him. Bob wanted Buddy's prick up his ass, just as he had wanted Philippe's prick up his ass. Just like he wanted this blonde guy to fuck him!
That was it!
"Fuck me," Bob whispered. "Fuck my ass."
The blonde guy looked up at Bob from where he was squatting on the floor in front of him.
"You sure?" the blonde asked.
"Yes," Bob said. "I want your dick up my ass. Fuck me."
Bob turned around and leaned against the door of the men's room while the blonde guy got into position. He gripped his cock in his hand and rammed it between the outspread cheeks of Bob's ass. Bob felt the hot, hard dick slide in and grunted.
He was not used to getting fucked. Not yet. He would get used to it though, he was determined. He loved the feel of a hot, hard dick in his ass. He really loved it!
That dick felt so good sliding in. Bob loved the hardness of it, the thickness of the blonde guy's cock as he pumped it into his ass.
Bob reared back, driving the cock harder into his ass, taking it all the way in, taking every fucking inch of that man's hot, thick, hard dick into his tight, hot ass-hole.
"FUCK ME!"
Bob knew that he had yelled too loud. But he didn't care. Nothing was like getting fucked. Nothing in the whole damned world.
The guy came up his butt and Bob squeezed his ass muscles together, taking it, milking every fucking drop of that hot fuck juice out of the guy's meat.
The blonde guy pulled out and Bob turned around. He dropped to his knees and began sucking the last drops of cum from the guy's hot meat.
"Hey, what's going on in there?"
There was a commotion at the door. Someone was trying to get in. Bob quickly jumped to his feet and pressed himself against the door of the men's room, pulling up his pants and trying to get them fastened as the blonde guy pulled himself together.
At last it was okay and he stepped away from the door.
"Sorry about that," Bob mumbled as he slipped out the door past the man who was trying to get in. "Door stuck."
Buddy was waiting at the table when Bob got back.
"Hell, thought you fell in," Buddy said. "What happened?"
"Nothing," Bob said. "Just had to take care of business."
Just then the blonde guy walked by and grinned at Bob.
"So I see," Buddy said, catching the look that passed between Bob and the blonde.
Bob felt his face turn to fire. "Leave me alone," Bob said. "Just fucking leave me alone."
"Don't get uptight about it," Buddy said. "There's nothing to get all bent out of shape about. Hell, he comes in here all the time. Sucks a mean cock, too. As you well know."
Bob felt naked. Buddy knew.
But he didn't know everything. He didn't know that Bob loved to get fucked.
"You want to come along with Eunice tonight?" Buddy asked him.
"Hell, no," Bob said. "I've got to get home."
"Right," Buddy said. "You're an old married man now." He gave a dirty grin that Bob hoped he didn't understand. He couldn't know about what was happening between him and Philippe. Could he?
No way.
"Look, I'll see you tomorrow," Bob said, "I've got to go now."
"Okay," Buddy said. "Catch you later."
Bob was never so happy to get out of anywhere in his life. The night air hit him and he was sobered by it immediately.
Home.
To Angelique.
And, of course, Philippe.
"I was really surprised you showed up," Eunice said, looking at Buddy's naked body as he lay across her bed.
"I not only showed up," Buddy said. "I'm ready for action."
He liked Eunice. She was a hard one, but underneath it there was a real woman. And he really liked real women. Not phony bitches who led you on, but ones who knew what the score was and who were ready to play the game.
"So I see," Eunice said.
Buddy's cock was good and hard. He stroked it slowly as he watched Eunice take her clothes off. She had a good body. Tits not too big, but nicely formed, they would feel good to suck on, Buddy thought as he stroked on his beer can of a dick.
Eunice looked down at Buddy as she slipped off her panties. That was quite a dick he had, she was thinking to herself. A nice thick one.
She knelt between Buddy's legs as he sprawled sideways on her bed and took the thick dick in her hand. She licked her lips and dived downwards, taking the head of that dick into her mouth.
"Ummmmmmmm," she mumbled with a mouth full of cock. The feel of Buddy's cock in her mouth was good. It really filled it. She knew she wouldn't be able to take all that meat down her throat, but she sure as hell was going to take as much of it as she could.
Buddy stroked her dark hair as she bobbed up and down on his prick, trying like hell to take as much of it into her mouth as she could. He loved getting his cock sucked and he didn't really care who did it as long as they knew what they were doing.
And Eunice really knew what she was doing. That tongue of hers was like lizard's. Darting all over the head of Buddy's prick, licking and diving into the piss slit and then along the sides of ft, making shivers run up his backbone as she rammed the meat into her mouth.
"Oh yeah," Buddy moaned. "Suck that cock, bitch. Suck it good."
Eunice was doing it too. She held tight to the base of Buddy's prick and slipped her wet tongue up and down the sides of it, licked and sucked as Buddy just lay back, letting her take over.
She was an expert cocksucker, that was obvious. The girl really knew how to turn a dick on.
Buddy gripped her head with his hands and controlled her action now and she responded, taking his directions as he guided her now fast, now slow, letting her have her way with her tongue, though. That tongue of hers knew every crevice and crack of his cock by now. She really knew how to suck a dick.
"Now come here," Buddy said, pulling her up off his cock. "I want to see if you can fuck as well as you suck."
"Hell, honey," she said. "You ain't seen nothin' yet."
Eunice crawled up on the bed on top of Buddy. He was still sideways on the bed, so what she did was to straddle him, her own feet on the floor and sit on his cock.
He loved it. She was squatting there, bobbing up and down on his beer can dick and her tits were bobbing in front of him. Buddy reached up with his hands and took her nipples between his fingers and began to tweak them. Pinching them and twisting them as Eunice slid up and down on that hot meat pole of his, taking every damned inch of it inside her hot, tight twat.
"Ooooh, yeah," Buddy said. "Take that cock. Take it all. Take that hot cock, you fucking slut."
"Hey, who said I was a slut?" Eunice complained.
"Everybody, honey, just simply everybody-and thank God they were right!"
Eunice laughed at that. Buddy was a good of boy. And Jesus did he have a dick.
That cock felt so good inside her hot, tight pussy. She just loved the way it filled her up. It was so thick. She loved the way Buddy's prick filled her up. He really had a big one.
Buddy's fingers were really doing a number on Eunice's tits. He was twisting those nipples, pulling and carrying on with them like there was no tomorrow.
She loved the way it felt as he twisted them first one way then the other. It really turned her on and she felt herself coming to a climax. She bobbed her little ass up and down, taking that hot, thick dick of his up her twat, grinding her behind while she rode him like a cowgirl.
"Take that dick, slut! Take that hot piece of meat, you cunt!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Eunice growled. "Talk to me dirty, man, Talk real dirty to me."
Buddy rammed his meat deep up her cunt as she bobbed up and down on it. Sending shivers of delight through her twat as she felt her juices cut loose and flood him. She spilled them out and they flowed over his nuts and down his legs, dripping onto the floor while he twisted the shit out of her nipples, making her squeal with pleasure as he fucked her.
"Oh, baby, fuck mama's pussy, give it to me. Give me that dick. Give it to me."
Eunice was going wild now, taking all that Buddy had to offer, taking that dick of his up her twat,' taking the hard number he was doing on her tits and loving it, loving every fucking minute of it.
Then Buddy grabbed her and held tight to her waist as he pulled himself up from the bed.
"Wrap your legs around me, bitch, and hang on tight."
Buddy hoisted her up in the air and staggered to his feet. He was going to fuck her standing up.
Eunice went crazy, jumping and wriggling and bouncing on his dick as he pumped his meat upwards, driving it hard and strong into her hot, tight twat.
He could feel the hot juices flooding his meat shaft and knew that she was coming, over and over again.
He was driving her bananas as he rammed his meat into her pussy, fucking that silly bitch crazy as she groaned and moaned and held on tight with her begs wrapped firmly around Buddy's slender waist. His balls were swinging free as she rammed it to her, driving that hot dick of his deeper and deeper into Eunice's love box.
"Fuck me, Buddy! Fuck the shit out of me!"
Buddy was staggering around the room now, humping away like crazy while Eunice hung on for dear life.
"Fuck my pussy! Fuck me, Buddy! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Buddy fucked.
He rammed that meat home. He felt the load coming. He knew that any minute now he was going to drop his load into her hot, steamy love patch. He threw Eunice down on the bed and pinned her there, her legs still wrapped firmly around his waist and she humped right along with him, taking those hard, deep strokes of his hot cock and loving it loving every damned minute of it as Buddy rammed it home and shot his hot load. WHAM!
Cum spurted up inside her. RAM!
Buddy drove it home. SLAM!
Eunice felt the power of the cock enter her.
Buddy dropped exhausted on top of Eunice, her legs holding him around the waist like a vise in heat. She loved the feel of his cock inside her and he loved the hot, tight walls of her cunt that held his thick, spurting dick until the last fucking drop of his hot, thick mancum was spilled inside her.
"How about a drink?" Buddy said at last. "That's all you think I am, a waitress!! . "
"Fuck you!"
"Anytime, stud. Any fucking time at all!"