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  “You taste your own jism?”

  “Doesn’t every guy at least once.”

  “Well yes, I guess. How else can you tell a girl how good it tastes the first time she starts sucking you?”

  “I just happen to like mine a lot. Don’t you?”

  “No, not really.”

  “But if you’re with a guy…”

  “When I’m with a guy, I want to get fucked. That’s the one need I have that no woman can ever satisfy. Plastic and rubber toys just ain’t the real thing. I can suck a dick or eat a snatch. A blowjob I can get from either sex, and I can fuck her in the pussy, the ass, or between her tits, but sometimes I need a man in me, really plowing his heart out. It’s just the way I am. Those two guys at the next table – the country guy – he’s out – totally wrong attitude. But his friend – him I could show a good time. Only problem is I’m dating Mary and it would have to be the three of us and he’d want to be screwing her instead of me. Life does have its complications.”

  “Couldn’t he just screw both of you if he takes care of you first?”

  “I just don’t want anybody else screwing my girl. I know she loves me and would probably let it happen to keep me happy, but I don’t want it that way. She just lets me have a night with the boys now and then as long as it’s safe sex. There are a few guys in the local theatre group. A little one-on-one and we’re both satisfied.”

  “Here we are, guys. Three Buds for my buds,” Eugene said, returning to the table. “Just talking to Kris at the bar. He’s almost ready to start the singing. Said he wants to start the night off with a bang. Would like you, Larry, to sing Music of the Night from Phantom. ’Fraid the country boy at the next table is going to be right.”

  “So it seems. God, I haven’t sung that song in months. Hope I don’t fuck it up.”

  They watched Kris walk to the stage and pick up the microphone. “Hello, Fever Forever. Everyone here for a great night of performances? I can’t hear you. I said, ‘Is everyone here for a great night of performances?’ That’s much better. From now until closing, I expect you to make my job easy. I want to fill this night with music. So please get your dollars ready, punch in the songs you want to perform and let’s have a fantastic night. I took the liberty of asking our own Larry Konicki to start us off with a song from Phantom of the Opera appropriately called “Music of the Night”. So let’s have a big hand to welcome Larry to the stage.”

  As he made his way to the stage, Larry overheard the country boy say to his tablemate, “Told you! Fuckin’ Broadway!”

  “Doesn’t count,” his tablemate quietly retorted. “He didn’t select it. Kris did. Just wait and see. You know as well as I do that Larry’s a damn good singer, regardless which way he’s swinging tonight.”

  “We already know that. Look who he’s sitting with.”

  “Betcha another five Mary shows up.”

  “You’re on.”

  Larry got an enthusiastic round of applause when his performance was finished. “I just have one thing to say – I didn’t plan on any Broadway tonight. I want to be a spectator more than a performer, but when my Mary gets here, I may have to join her to do Paradise by the Dashboard Light. So I am reserving that song, you hear? Now you all keep Kris busy introducing people. Who’s up next, guy?”

  “Mario Simmonetti doing Ray Charles’ I Can’t Stop Loving You. I know it’s not dedicated to me, but I’ll let him have the stage anyhow. Come on up, Mario.”

  Nearly forty-five minutes passed before Mary arrived. There were several good singers including the country boy who did a great job with Desperado. Songs by Connie Francis, Tina, Aretha, Conway Twitty, Cher, Adele, Dean Martin, Miley and Billy Ray Cyrus were performed by several patrons while the foursome sat back, downed their beers and enjoyed.

  “I think it’s my turn. I’m getting itchy,” Dillon said. He left the table to browse what was available on the jukebox. He returned shortly. “Hot damn. They have a song I have always wanted to do. Forgive me, it’s a Broadway tune.”

  “What?” Eugene asked.

  “The Soliloquy from Carousel. I used it for an audition when I tried out for my college choir. The director was so impressed I got in and he drafted me for the Madrigal Singers as well.”

  It seemed it was going to be a Broadway night as one girl did a beautiful rendition of “I Dreamed a Dream” and a guy sang “The Impossible Dream” from La Mancha.”

  Kris was on the microphone. “Next up is a newcomer to our songfest by the name of Dillon. He’s doing a song I have never heard of called ‘Soliloquy’ so let’s have a nice hand for Dillon.”

  Dillon nervously advanced to the stage and took the microphone in his hand and waited for the opening notes. In perfect timing he started singing the opening lines of the song: “I wonder what he’ll think of me/I guess he’ll call me the ‘old man.’ Very shortly, private conversations were ceasing and everyone was focusing on the newcomer. Seven minutes later, there was thunderous applause and whistles from everyone. He smiled and took his seat.

  “Hey man, that was fantastic.” Dillon turned and saw it was the cowboy from the adjacent table. “What’s it from?”

  “I hate to tell you – the Broadway musical Carousel.”

  “Well, it ain’t country, but that took my breath away. Well done!”

  “Thanks.”

  “Well, I guess I know who will be called upon to open karaoke the next time you’re here,” Larry said.

  “Don’t worry,” Dillon said with a laugh. “You are still the regular go-to guy. I doubt I will ever be back here.”

  “Well, at least I was right. Actors know how to sing well.”

  “I’ll say,” said Mary. “I’d love to do a duet with you. You know ‘Hey Paul’ or anything by Ashford and Simpson? How about ‘Unforgettable’ by the two Coles?”

  “No, but I could do Donna Summer’s ‘Heaven Knows’.”

  “Okay, cool. Let me dig out a buck for the machine.”

  “I thought you were going to do “Paradise” with me.”

  “I will, honey. I will. Later. Maybe the three of us could get together – maybe do something by Peter, Paul, and Mary. You know “Puff, the Magic Dragon” or the four of us could go back to my place and we could do a little puffing of our own. I just got some really good shit.”

  “I’d watch out for her. I think she wants to fuck us up and get your man in bed, Eugene.”

  “No, honey. I think if I were fucked up, I’d like to watch the three of you in bed. I think that would be so fucking hot. You two getting my man so hot, he’d do anything.”

  Before the conversation went any further, Kris was calling Eugene to the stage for ‘Bad to the Bone.’ Feigning attention to the singer, Mary slid her hands under the table and was gently massaging two crotches. And having had a few beers, Dillon was thinking back to when Josette used to do that to him and he started to respond.

  She whispered to Larry, “Oh baby, he’s got a nice one. Think about him fucking you as you fuck me. And he could be giving Gia a blowjob. Come on; go along with me on this.”

  “No. Eugene is my friend. He and Dillon are together.”

  “But with a little grass…”

  “No. Definitely no.”

  They went back to watching Eugene perform, but Mary’s hand did not stop caressing the boys. She knew if she got Larry excited enough, he would eventually agree.

  When Eugene returned to the table, Dillon quickly grabbed his hand and held it tight. “Show me where the bathroom is and walk in front of me.”

  “It’s over in the corner.” Eugene was not getting the message.

  “I’ve got a fucking hard on. Walk in front of me. Please.”

  “Excuse us for a minute.” Eugene rose and Dillon followed right behind him. Once inside, Dillon explained what happened. “I want to leave. I want to go home with you right now. Screw the singing. I don’t want to stay in Mary’s company. She’s wicked. She has plans for us. I like our plans better.”r />
  “She wants you to fuck her?”

  “No, to fuck Larry while he’s fucking her and all you get is a blowjob. I guess it’s my Maine upbringing but I think whatever sex there is should just be between two people – not a group.”

  “Okay. We’ll go.”

  They returned to the table. “I’m sorry. I’m just not in the mood for singing tonight. We’re going dancing over at Wayne’s for a bit and then home. Dillon is thinking about leaving tomorrow morning and it’s a long drive back home. Good night. Catch up with you during the week somewhere.”

  Forty minutes later, they were nearly finished having sex with Eugene’s leg resting on Dillon’s shoulders. Climax was moments away when Eugene’s phone began to ring. He ignored it, as the rapture he was feeling was much more important. He was urging Dillon to ram him even harder, even though his head was already banging the headboard with each thrust. “Oh Yeah! It feels so good. Give me everything you’ve got. Cram that hot cock into me! Give me that cream, baby. I love it!”

  Three more thrusts and Dillon held Eugene motionless as spurt after spurt raced up his shaft into the warmth of Eugene’s interior, vainly trying to find an egg to fertilize. A few strokes of Eugene’s erection had his orgasm shooting all over his chin and chest. He licked it up, mixed it with his saliva and shared a passionate kiss, swapping the load back and forth. He withdrew and covered Eugene’s body with his and hugged him tight as both descended from the orgasmic plane.

  The phone rang again. “Where are you?” It was Larry’s voice. “I’m here at the Way Station looking for you.”

  “We’re home – in bed.”

  “Oh, sorry. Look. I’ve got to apologize for Mary’s behavior. I can’t believe she was hitting on my best friend’s date. We had a huge fight. I don’t think I’ll be seeing her again. I saw a side of her that really disgusted me. Please extend my apologies to Dillon. I know she made him feel most uncomfortable. Can we do breakfast somewhere tomorrow before Dillon leaves?”

  “I’ll call you in the morning.” He hung up and turned to Dillon. “That was Larry. He wants to do breakfast before you leave. He wants to apologize for Mary’s actions. Just broke up with her over it. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “It’s okay. In a way, she let me know how much I wanted to have sex with you. I never tasted pussy, but I doubt it’s as pleasing as your cock and your cum. Now kiss me and let’s just cuddle in the darkness.” His hand found Eugene’s cock and balls and gave them an affectionate squeeze.

  Chapter Four

  “Well, I have to tell you about last night,” Larry said as he set his coffee cup down. First of all, Dillon, please accept my apology for Mary last night. At first I didn’t know what she was doing with you. She really wanted the three of us in bed. Were you not with Eugene, I might have agreed, but I don’t fuck my friends over, and Eugene, you know you are my friend. Anyway, we had a big fight after you left. Evidently the guys at the next table – the cowboy and his buddy – overheard me when I told her to find her own way home, that I was going to the Way Station to find you and apologize. Well, it seems the cowboy moved right in on her – at least that’s what his friend Bill told me when he found me at Wayne’s. Seems he’s a bit closeted but has always found me attractive. Bottom line is that I ended up bottoming for him and it was good. You know me, Eugene. I don’t date guys – I just meet them for a get together. Bill, we agreed to go swimming at Dyson’s Creek this afternoon. I find I really like the guy, even if he wants to keep things on the down-low. It could be like me and some of the theatre guys, although there was something different about him. He seemed kinder and a lot more romantic in bed.”

  “We were there yesterday. You going swimming or wandering in the woods?” Dillon asked.

  “Probably both, if he wants, although I would prefer a bed to the woods.”

  “Eugene is talking me into staying over until tomorrow. How about you meet this Bill and pick us up? We do a little swimming and stop and grab some steaks. I’m great at grilling, if that’s okay with Eugene.”

  “Any meal I don’t have to cook is great for me,” Eugene replied. “From what I overheard Bill say last night, he seems like a pretty cool guy. But Dillon’s dick is not to be shared.”

  “Not even interested, my friend. Not even interested. He found you and you found him. I’m just an innocent bystander. Would be neat though if we all started relationships the same weekend. God knows I’m pretty sure I’m done with chicks, at least for a while.”

  “Finish your coffee and let’s head out. I’ll pay the bill. The tip is your responsibility, Larry. We have to throw our swim suits in the dryer. I think they’re still in a heap in the garage. See you in a bit. About 1:00?”

  “Got it.”

  One o’clock came and Larry was punctual. “Hope you don’t mind but I’m going to con you into helping me wash and wax my car – you know, like Tom Sawyer and his picket fence.”

  “No problem. We can be conned. You just gotta buy the beer for the cookout later.”

  Eugene and Dillon climbed into the back seat, and following introductions and some adulation on Dillon’s singing ability, they were off to Dyson’s Creek. Larry’s red Toyota within an hour was spotless, streak-free, and shiny, and the foursome was enjoying the cool stream water as the sun beat down on them. At one point Dillon whispered something in Eugene’s ear and then they excused themselves and exited the stream to disappear into the woods as Bill and Larry were sunning themselves on one of the huge boulders that lined the edge of the stream.

  “Now that’s a bit rude,” Larry said.

  “What do you mean?”

  “It means they’re going for a little bit of sex. One of them can’t wait until tonight for a little head.”

  “Oh my god. That’s something I could never do, not out in the open like that. I mean, I love cock and would love to suck yours till the cows come home, but only in private. I would have done it all last night but you came so fast while we were screwing.”

  “Can’t help that. You were making me feel so good.”

  “Yeah, it was good. Your hot body surrounding my boner. You had me so pumped. Most guys won’t even let me near the back side and you were pleading for it. I promise next time I will suck the insides right out of you, and it won’t be done in five minutes or less, I promise you. Now look what you’ve done to me! I’ve got to get back in the water, or you’ll be able to raise the flag on my pole.”

  “No, you don’t. Just roll onto your side and face me. Then only I can see it and remember how good it felt when you were pounding it in me.”

  “You really are sick,” Bill said as he rolled on his side.

  “Oh yeah, it looks beautiful.” Unnoticed by other swimmers, Bill let his hand slowly fondle the encased cock. “Oh my, Yessssssssss!”

  They stared deeply into the other’s eyes as Larry’s dick also hardened and they made guttural sounds of appreciation.

  “Jesus, guys, get a fucking room or go into the woods!” Eugene said as he and Dillon swam up to the boulder.

  “Thought you were going into the woods for a little pleasure.”

  “No, Dillon had to piss and thought it was gross to pee in the water where people are swimming. He needed me to show him where it was safe. Of course, someone may get wet knees if they try doing it where he just let go a good gallon.” He chuckled a little as he added, “Hope they’re into water sports?”

  “Water sports?” Dillon quizzed.

  “Some guys, not me, God forbid, like another guy’s piss.”

  “That’s even grosser than peeing in a pool.”

  “You mind standing in front of us while we slip into the water and get rid of these pleasure poles?”

  “Come on in. The water’s fine. Of course I’m a bit curious. How the fuck long is that prick, Bill?” Eugene asked.

  “I’d say 7½ or eight. Never measured it. Just know it’s big enough to please, but also big enough to scare some guys off. But definitely not Larry.
”

  “Damn right. It is definitely big enough to please.”

  They frolicked in the water for a while longer, dried off, headed back to town to buy the steaks and the beer, and returned to Eugene’s.

  “Sorry, I’m a bit of a fussy queen. You don’t sit on my furniture with wet swim suits. They come off. I’ll toss them in the dryer. You can open the beers and we’ll get this party started.”

  When naked manhood was revealed, Bill definitely was the winner as his meat cock dangled at least two inches below his balls and swayed with every step he took. Larry was definitely a blood cock, for it was short and all wrinkles, but Eugene had seen it bulging at full mast back on the boulder. Dillon was a close second to Bill and Eugene, and while not so big when it was soft, was no bug fucker. It was the first time Larry had seen Eugene’s equipment and now had to wonder where Eugene tucked it when he was Gia, for it never showed in his costuming.

  Larry was feeling a little frisky and held his open beer can next to Bill’s dick. “I guess you can see the comparison. Even soft he’s longer than this can.”

  “Stop fucking bragging about it and embarrassing Bill. Set the beer down and give Dillon a hand unwrapping the steaks while I shuck the corn. Bill, just have a seat and relax. You’re a guest this time. Any time in the future you’re just a friend and I put you to work.”

  “Oh, he’s not embarrassing me. I’m used to guys commenting on it. Back in high school I got the nickname ‘Snake’ because of it. It was hard to hide. No matter what pants I would wear, it would still be visible. Any decent girl I was interested in didn’t want anything to do with it. Thank god for my cousin. He’d come over three-four times a week and he loved sucking on it. The minute we were in my bedroom – allegedly to play computer games – he’d have me on the bed with my zipper down. It wasn’t until I started working at the warehouse and met Al that I learned some guys didn’t gag on it. Larry here is actually only the second guy I ever fucked. Most just want to suck me off.”

  “Okay, that got my curiosity aroused,” Eugene said. “Who was the first?”