and pushed them aside on the brick walk with his high heel. He arched his back and said,
“I have a feeling we could all have a lot of fun.” He looked Gregory in the eye, then lifted
his white shirt all the way up so his beautiful bare ass was exposed. It was just as bronze
and silky as his legs. He’d been lying around in the nude somewhere. “And there’s
nothing I won’t do to please you both,” he said to Gregory. “Go ahead, handsome. You
can touch if you want. Feel free to use both hands.”
Gregory looked down at Eddie’s bare ass and raised his eyebrows. Then he gave
Kadin a look and said, “Eddie, you seem like a nice guy. Really, you do. But it’s not
going to happen. If you’d like to put your pants back on and be our friend, that’s fine. But
Kadin and I are a couple now, and we’re not interested in anything more than your
friendship.”
Eddie frowned and said, “I could suck you both off real fast.” He reached down
and grabbed Gregory’s crotch and said, “I have a feeling there’s a nice sack of meat
between your legs, handsome.”
Kadin laughed. He knew how persistent Eddie could be when he was really horny.
“Eddie, c’mon. Let go of him and put your pants on now.”
Eddie frowned again and lowered his shirt. He released Gregory’s penis and said,
“Very few men ever tell me to put my pants
on
. Usually they’re trying to rip them
off
.”
He bent over to pick up his shorts. He got down on his hands and knees and spread his
legs so the shirt rode up to his waist and they could actually see the opening of his anus. It was totally shaved and ready for action, a little pink flower-bud begging for two hot
men with big dicks.
“Put your pants on now, and get up,” Kadin repeated. Eddie really didn’t mean
any harm, and Kadin wasn’t mad. But he also knew he had to treat him like a naughty
little puppy sometimes.
Eddie grabbed his shorts and stood. He pouted, his eyebrows furrowed. But he
didn’t put his shorts back on. He slowly walked back to his car and said, “If you guys
change your minds, you know how to reach me. Don’t hesitate to call any time.” Then he
went back to his car, opened the door, sat down behind the wheel, and tossed his shorts
into the back seat.
When he was gone, Gregory said, “He really is a very attractive guy, Kadin. He
reminds me of an effeminate James Dean. Are you sure you didn’t want him to stay? I
know of other couples who do that sort of thing, and if it’s really something you want, I’ll
be more than happy to agree to a three-way.”
Kadin smiled and ran his palm through his hair. He wasn’t sure if Gregory was
testing him. He could have been. Gregory was smart that way. But it didn’t really matter,
because Kadin wasn’t interested in anyone else. And he wasn’t interested in a three-way.
“He’s not half as attractive as you are,” Kadin said. “I’d rather not be one of those
couples who do that sort of thing. The thought of another man getting into your pants
when I’m in the same room makes me crazy.”
Gregory smiled. “Ah, well, so you’re the jealous type.”
“Damn right,” Kadin said. Then he rubbed his jaw and asked, “Did you
want
to
do a three-way with him?” His voice became low and serious. Gregory gave him a look. “Why on Earth would I want to do a three-way with
Eddie, or anyone else, when I have the man of my dreams standing right in front of me?
I’m afraid it’s just going to be the two of us from now on. So you’d better get used to it.”
When they went out to the barn to get the horses ready to ride, he proved it to him.
While Kadin was reaching for a saddle, Gregory dropped to his knees on the barn floor
and buried his face between his legs. His hands squeezed and massaged his thigh muscles;
he chewed the fabric of his pants and licked the front of his fly. Kadin looked down and
smiled, then he spread his legs apart and pulled down his zipper. “Take off all your
clothes, too,” Kadin said.
Gregory undressed on the floor, tossing his clothes onto a pile of hay. When he
was naked, he slipped his hand inside Kadin’s pants and pulled out his penis. It was
already hard; it stuck out of his fly and jumped a few times. Then he reached inside and
carefully pulled out his testicles. He grabbed them with his fingertips, one at a time.
Kadin had big, dark balls—they hung out of his pants and rested against the beige fabric.
He wrapped his right hand around Kadin’s shaft, and sucked one ball into his mouth.
Kadin’s eyes rolled back and he moaned out loud. “Ah, babe,” he said, “that feels so
good. I love it when you do this.”
So Gregory opened his mouth wider and sucked the other one into his mouth. His
lips puffed and his cheeks bulged. He closed his eyes and took quick breaths through his
nose. Kadin felt his tongue press up on his ball sack while he sucked. He pulled both
testicles forward and stretched the sack as far as he could. When Kadin looked down and
saw Gregory looking up at him with one blue eye and one green, and a mouthful of
testicles, he got so excited almost squirted a load all over his face. But he held back because Gregory gently removed his balls from his mouth and
began licking the bottom of his shaft. He held Kadin’s penis up with two fingers and
licked the thick vein from bottom to top. Then he licked the sides and the top. When his
penis was shining with saliva, Gregory opened his mouth again and sucked it into his
mouth. He sucked gently at first, making no sounds at all. Then the sucking became more
intense, and he began to groan. When he took it to the back of his throat and his lips were
against Kadin’s pants, he pressed his tongue against the shaft and sucked even harder. He
never gagged once. He took every inch and moaned with delight.
Kadin placed his palm on the back of his head and pushed it forward. He felt the
tip of his penis hit Gregory’s throat hard. Part of him wanted to cradle his head, and part
of him wanted to shove it hard. When he looked down to see Gregory’s face filled with
his erection, all he saw were his magnificent blue and green eyes. They were the eyes of
the love of his life. “I’m getting really close,” he said. “Can I come this way?” He always
asked.
Gregory slid his penis out, just partially. He stopped at the end and left the head
inside his mouth. He reached for Kadin’s right hand and guided it toward Kadin’s penis.
Kadin smiled and grabbed his dick. “I know what you want me to do now,” he
said. “I like that. This reminds me of that time in the creek, that summer we met.”
Gregory’s eyebrows went up and his lips puffed out. He grabbed his own dick and
began to suck just the head of Kadin’s penis. Kadin closed his eyes and started jerking off
while Gregory continued to suck the head. He was jerking off into his lover’s mouth, and
he planned to fill it with as much of his love as he could. He jerked so fast, the end of his
fist banged into Gregory’s lips. A moment later, Kadin grunted and blasted a stream of love all over Gregory’s
tongue. The moment it landed on his tongue, Gregory busted his load on the barn floor.
He kept the head in his mouth for a long time, and Kadin watched him swallow. When he
finally stopped jerking, he let go of his penis and rubbed the top of Gregory’s head.
Gregory took the whole thing into his mouth again and sucked the last drops. By the time
he finally released it from his mouth, it was shrinking back to its normal size.
Kadin watched as Gregory carefully lifted his semi-erect penis with two fingers
and placed it back inside his pants. He put his balls back, too, making sure they were
neatly arranged in his underwear. Then he pulled up his zipper and said, “I think I’m in
love with him, too.” He was joking about Kadin’s penis.
Kadin reached down to help Gregory up. When he was standing, he pulled him
close and grabbed his ass with both hands. He slapped it a few times and said, “He’s just
as in love with your lips.” Then he pulled the back of Gregory’s head and kissed him so
hard, his arms went limp at his sides.
Chapter Seventeen
The summer before Kadin decided to move into the nursing home with Gregory,
he sold the design studio in downtown Savannah to a nice young couple from Los
Angeles. It was an unconventional lease/purchase arrangement. Kadin didn’t mind
holding the mortgage, because the couple didn’t have enough money to buy it outright.
Besides, he liked them both and knew they’d continue to build the successful business
Gregory had begun many years earlier.
Their names were Jim and Rob. They were both in their late thirties, one tall and
dark and the other small and fair. After fifteen years of fighting Los Angeles traffic and
working as full-time set designers in the film industry, they’d decided to give up the
smog and move back to the south to be closer to family in Atlanta (but not too close).
They lived on the third floor of the building and ran the design studio and antique shop
from the first and second. They stopped by the nursing home once a month to personally
hand Kadin a check and to pay them both a quick visit. In five years, they’d always paid
in full and on time.
They weren’t supposed to visit until the first of the month, but that month they
decided to come a few days early because Thanksgiving fell on the twenty-eighth. When
Kadin looked up from his dinner plate and saw them enter the dining room, he smiled and
waved them to his table. Then he tapped Gregory on the arm and said, “Looks like the
boys are here early this month.” He’d been hoping they’d stop by. Kadin and Gregory
didn’t have many good friends left, and their children were scattered in different places
with their own families. He knew Gregory liked Jim and Rob, especially Rob, the tall, dark one. He didn’t
always remember them, but whenever he saw good-looking Rob, his eyes opened wide
and he smiled for the rest of the day. And he’d been having a rough Thanksgiving Day so
far. The nursing home’s Thanksgiving dinner wasn’t exactly haute cuisine. The turkey
was dry, the gravy was too thick and tasted like it came from a can, and the mashed
potatoes were lumpy. The vegetables were bland and mushy, and the pumpkin pie was
sugar-free—healthier, they said—and tasteless. But more than that, because it was a
holiday, dinner started early, at four in the afternoon. “Low end and completely
unacceptable,” Gregory had said on his way to the dining room. “Who do they think
would sit down to eat a proper dinner at four o’clock in the afternoon?”
Kadin stood as they approached the table. Gregory was trying to smooth out his
paper napkin, grumbling and scowling about how shoddily things were run around there.
But when he looked up and saw Rob standing over him, he dropped the flimsy napkin on
his lap and smiled as wide as he could. Then he extended his arm and said, “It’s so nice
to see you today. It makes this awful dinner seem bearable.” He nodded at Jim, but he
kept staring and smiling at Rob.
Kadin raised an eyebrow and gave Rob a knowing look. Then he tapped Gregory
on the shoulder and said, “It’s not that bad. It could be worse.”
Gregory shrugged. “I guess I expect too much. All the decent hotels are gone
now.”
Rob was carrying a delicate white orchid that had been carefully arranged in a low
Imari dish. They never visited empty-handed. If it wasn’t a special gold box of Gregory’s favorite chocolate, it was a small, fine trinket from the antique shop. He placed the
arrangement beside Gregory and said, “This is for you. I hope you like orchids.”
Gregory’s cheeks flushed and he sat back and pressed his palms together. “It’s
magnificent,” he said. “Orchids and roses are my favorite. And the Imari bowl looks very
old.”
Kadin sighed. Gregory could remember orchids and roses were his favorite
flowers, and he still knew what Imari porcelain was, but he couldn’t remember that Kadin
had been his life partner for almost fifty years or that he had three grown children.
They sat down at the table and Kadin ordered coffee. While Rob distracted
Gregory with talk about hotels, Jim slid a white envelope next to Kadin’s water glass.
Kadin picked it up fast and shoved it into the inside pocket of his tweed sport jacket. He
didn’t want Gregory to know it was a payment for the business. Gregory had been
running the firm right up to the day he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. He never asked
about the business, but Kadin wasn’t sure how he’d react if he knew he’d sold it.
