Grief Of Three: Mmm Gay Menage Romance

by Sam Haywood

  I had my eyes closed and was sort of crooning softly, caught between a martini haze and a pre-orgasmic stupor. I heard the door open, then a voice in the dimness.

  "Oh, sorry to intrude. They just told me Jack might be in here. Very sorry."

  I sensed Romeo turning to look behind him, slowing in his thrusting.

  "Yeah, man, I'm here. You wanna be next?" I began drunkenly.

  Then it hit me like a frying pun upside of the head, that voice. It was Roman. My mind leaped to half-sober in a fraction of a second.

  "Oh, Roman, is that you? I'm here, just give me a minute, I...."

  "I'm really sorry, Jack, I didn't mean to intrude. It was nothing, really. I'll see you tomorrow." His voice was cool, controlled, courteous, civil. It cut like a knife through my heart.

  And with that, he disappeared.

  My head fell back against the mattress. Romeo slammed at my ass with renewed vigoro. Almost immediately, he began to blow semen into the condom deep within my gut. His chest sweated against the backs of my legs. His scotchy breath neared my face, as he kissed me gently and apologetically.

  A tear ran down my right cheek.

  Oh, god, what have I done now, I thought. I'm truly and for all time, fucked.

  Chapter 8

  My head woke up before my eyes did. I groaned, remembering instantly both why I had the pain and why I deserved it. I struggled to sit up.

  I was occupying half of the bed in my room, and Byron and Romeo were a tangle of naked limbs and stiff dicks in the other half. I dragged my carcass into the bathroom where I heaved as quietly as I could into the toilet. Either my groaning or my retching woke the guys, and they came to check on me. I don't know who was more repentant, me or Romeo, who seemed to claim all responsibility for my over-indulgence by virtue of having brought me the drinks. I would have none of it, though-he had not held me down and forced them down my throat. Although none of us said anything about Roman, I had the feeling that we did not need to. My friends had somehow sensed my now- dashed hopes concerning him. They almost seemed as concerned as I was.

  Byron plied me with Alka-Seltser and got me into the shower. I sent him back to bed while I tried to revitalize myself under the warm spray. After a good soaking and a shave, I did soon begin to feel less awful. I emerged into the bedroom to find Byron rather spectacularly fucking Romeo as he lay, ass-up, on the bed. The stud was hurling himself into his task with energy and abandon. I lay back onto my side of the bed and watched with interest. Byron's butt muscles were a sight to see, so firm and rounded. His long brown dick came and went from Romeo's backside like a piston. His thigh and back muscles strained with the effort of his coupling. It was magnificent. Romeo, on the other hand, was not exactly passive. His lean musculature rippled underneath smooth skin like that of a superbly conditioned panther. Both men glowed with the sweat of insistent sex. As Byron cried out in the passion of his ejaculation into the rubber in Romeo's bowel, Romeo answered with an ecstatic shout of his own, shooting his seed onto my sheets. Byron collapsed onto Romeo's back and they lay, spent, their morning erections put to rest for the moment.

  Romeo lay his hand on my arm. "Sorry about the sheets, muffins. I guess it's laundry day today."

  "I'm sure there are others around here somewhere."

  "As much as I do love fucking your sweet ass, you handsome devil, I must admit that there is nothing in this world quite so pleasurable as having my wild stallion cousin here pound me with that amazing cock of his. I guess I'm just a slut bottom at heart."

  Byron grunted acknowledgment of the compliment.

  I suddenly remembered that I had never gotten around to giving Romeo the long, hard fucking that I had promised him the day before. Perhaps it was just as well. Byron seemed to be very much on top of things with Romeo.

  While I got my funeral wear together, they showered together. We changed the sheets and tidied up a bit, then they went off to prepare for the day's responsibilities. None of us had had any stomach for breakfast.

  That morning was the longest time I'd had in the house alone since I arrived. I took a leisurely shower, read the paper, and generally putzed around before dressing. In passing through the gallery again, I had an idea for adding my own imprint to the funeral. I went through the house and selected a dozen good photographs of Grand-daddy and those who mattered to him. I had him with his parents, with Grandmother, as a family, one with me. I also included one of Grand-daddy and Peter, one of him and Grandmother with Ruth Ann and, feeling daring, one of Dad and Dalton. I made an arrangement of them atop the Steinway in the living room for the guests to peruse.

  Ruth Ann and Otis arrived while I was dressing, and Byron appeared shortly after, all looking appropriately funereal in pressed black suits and shiny shoes. Ruth Ann's catering relations descended en masse, barbeque pit in tow, to prepare for the reception. No sign of Romeo, though, and I began to get concerned about him. His Impala suddenly swerved into the driveway just as we were about to get into the limo and leave without him. He emerged carefully, as if afraid any bend would leave a wrinkle- and he was resplendent in a brand-new, fashionable black suit and tie, shoes gleaming. But what dropped my jaw was his hair. The pony-tail was gone, and in its place a very stylish but business-like cut. He looked at us apprehensively. I hardly knew whether it was safer to comment or say nothing.

  Ruth Ann settled the matter for us. She strode up to Romeo and gave him a motherly kiss on the cheek, and said, "My goodness, child, you do clean up handsome!" Byron grinned at him.

  "I thought it was time," he offered.

  "I like it," I agreed.

  * * *

  As funerals go, Grand-daddies was a pretty good one. Dr. Ford hit the right note of balance between sorrow and thanksgiving and maintained a welcome dignity throughout. He invited all of the three hundred people present to the house afterward.

  And most of them came. Again, I felt like a candidate for some public office, pressing the flesh and trying very hard to be friendly, tactful, and hospitable to scores of people I'd never seen in my life, along with some I'd seen naked and fucking like bunnies with other men just the night before. I was surprised how many of that latter group were here with wives today.

  Of course, the Dupree’s were present. Peter thanked me for including them in my selection of photographs. I could tell he was actually touched. Dalton said little but gave me a long handshake and a meaningful look. Roman seemed as poised and courteous as ever, but there was a slight hesitancy, a certain pulling back, in his manner, I thought. I tried not to let my chagrin show but feared it did.

  After a couple of hours of non-stop campaigning, I noticed Roman alone over by the piano, quietly looking at the photographs displayed there. He and I were even in one or two of them. I joined him casually, and we stood silently together for a moment. Then I spoke.

  "Look, Roman, I feel like every time you see me, I'm behaving abominably. I feel so bad about it."

  "You're not behaving abominably now," he smiled his "devil or angel" smile. "Nor all day, for that matter. I think you are quite the sensation in town, as a matter of fact. You should hear the old ladies talk about you, how handsome and well-mannered you are-for a Yankee-and how proud J. P. would be of you. And what a great catch you'll make for some pretty girl."

  I could imagine that last part all too well. "I hate to think that every time you look at me, you see this drunken slut."

  "Oh, I don't see that at all, Jack."

  "No? What then?"

  "Well...a lot of things, but not that. For one thing, I see some of myself, to tell you the truth. Don't you think I've ever had a few too many, Jack? And about the sex part, remember, when you were laid out naked on that pool table the other night, I was laid out just as naked on the one next to you. I can make a spectacle of myself from time to time, too. You have an exuberance for life, Jack. I would never want you to lose that." His hand rested on my arm as he said this last, and he looked at me intently.

  Just then,
a couple strolled up close enough to spoil too personal a conversation between us, and Romeo also passed several feet away.

  "He looks good, doesn't he?" continued Roman, nodding in his direction. "I'm amazed at the effect you've had on him in such a short time. Byron, too, for that matter. It's as if they've both grown up and come into their own over-night. But Romeo-who knew he had that mature and responsible guy living in there."

  At the moment, I was puzzled as to where this was going. I just nodded, and that gave Roman the opening to say more.

  "You know, we ought to go out to the lake property while I'm in town. Papaw says he'll deed it to us if we want. I think he wants some assurance as to how we'll work out the use of it first, though. Are you free in the next day or so, and interested in checking it out?"

  I jumped right on that offer, trying not to sound frighteningly eager. "Well, yeah, I'm free tomorrow. Really, after today, there's nothing set for me. Whenever you like."

  "And you can ask Romeo along if you want to."

  Now, I really was confused. I was thinking I was getting a date with Roman, and now he was dragging Romeo into it. "No, just us is fine," I stammered.

  "Tomorrow, then. Nine? I've got my Jeep, I'll come around for you."

  I nodded. A couple of old ladies edged in to break the startling news to me that I looked just like my father. Roman winced sympathetically and excused himself.

  It was an hour later that I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks on the way to the kitchen with a handful of plates and cups as a thought congealed in my mind.

  Holy shit! I wonder if he thinks that I've got a thing for Romeo!

  Scenes flashed through my brain. Almost every time Roman had seen me this week, Romeo had his dick in me from one direction or another. Even at the club, it was Romeo I seemed to be with. What else was the poor bloke to think?

  If this was true, it was terrific news! Now, all I had to do was find some way to let Roman know that the guy I was falling for and the guy I was fucking were, inexplicably and stupidly, two different dudes. And I would have him alone all day tomorrow to work on it!

  As I stood at the doorway bidding farewell to the dozens of guests streaming out of the house, I was more genuine in my appreciation and goodwill than I had been all day. I had a new spirit of hopefulness about me.

  Tomorrow could hardly come soon enough.

  Chapter 9

  It was 5:00 before the last of the guests departed. The catering crew had been a big sensation with their barbeque and trimmings, and they rolled off taking all of their paraphernalia with them, including dirty dishes. Ruth Ann, Otis, Romeo, Byron, and I packed up extra food, bagged trash, and straightened up in amazingly short order. All evidence of the reception was eliminated by 6:00.

  We were all exhausted, however, after such a trying day. Otis got out a bottle of J. P.'s best single-malt, and we kicked off our shoes and sprawled onto the comfortable leather furniture of the family room to unwind a bit together. Romeo had been behaving a bit mysteriously during the clean-up-checking his watch, looking apprehensive, straightening his new clothing self-consciously. After we sipped a few moments, he abruptly disappeared from the room. But in a few moments, he reappeared, looking shy and hesitant again. He had something behind his back. With all eyes on him, he strode purposefully toward Byron, and knelt on one knee at his feet.

  "What are you up to?" demanded Byron.

  Ruth Ann's eyebrows rose, and Otis looked positively bewildered.

  "I forgot my speech I had planned," Romeo stammered. "But Byron, I've been thinking on this for a long time. Today, I thought, why not. I wanted to look my best for me, and Jack, and for all of us today, I wanted not to let any of you down. But I got the haircut for you, Byron, to show you I'm ready for this." He pulled a small box from behind his back and popped it open dramatically. It contained a gold ring.

  "I'm asking you to marry me."

  There was a long, leaden silence. Ruth Ann's eyebrows went higher, and Otis' joined them. Both stared at the handsome, lanky man in his best suit kneeling before their son's chair, then at Byron's bemused expression.

  "Um, Romeo, this is South Carolina," stated Byron hesitantly, as if that were a closely-held secret.

  "I know, dammit. That Unitarian woman will do it, the lesbian minister."

  "I'm only half way through school."

  "I'll never get in the way of your schooling, Byron. I know how important that is. Besides, Jack's paying for it." He glanced appreciatively back at me. "I hope you don't mind this, Jack."

  "You have my sincere best wishes."

  There was another long pause.

  "Romeo, you big cracker. You haven't given me a good reason why you would want to marry me."

  "Oh. Yeah. That's the part of the speech I forgot.... I love you."

  I was stifling a snigger at Romeo's incompetent earnestness and Byron's pretended seriousness. It was a good thing Romeo could not see my expression cracking behind his back. Byron glanced at me and began to smile. He slid off the armchair onto his knees in front of the supplicating Romeo and took his hands.

  "You said the magic words, you incurable romantic. Yes, Romeo, I will marry you."

  Romeo sighed. After a slight pause when I thought he was going to break down, he shook himself and removed the ring from the box. Gently and purposefully, he slid it onto Byron's ring finger. Then he grasped Byron's shoulders and drew him to him, kissing him gently and lovingly on the lips.

  "Well, this has been quite a day," said Ruth Ann wonderingly.

  "I've never known one like it," agreed Otis. "This will take some getting used to. I don't know when I've had such a surprise. Yet I guess I could have seen it coming, if I had just noticed."

  "We're all having to adjust to a lot of changes lately, aren't we," I offered.

  "And there's more, Jack," began Ruth Ann.

  "I've decided to retire.... It was time anyway. You'll need some help with this big house, but I know you'll find someone right for you. Now, it seems I have a wedding to plan!"

  "And I was about to tell them they could have the reception here!' "Well, we haven't set a date yet," Byron inserted. "We've got plenty of time to work all of that out. Thanks for the offer."

  Romeo wanted to take us all out to dinner, but I begged off. I'd had quite enough to eat for a while, and what I really needed was a chance to get some exercise. I said I'd be at the club for a while, then home to rest up for my trip to the lake with Roman tomorrow morning-unless I got lucky, I confided to Romeo and Byron, in which case I might stay out late.

  "With you, it isn't luck, Rambo. It's pure sex appeal. You could put a sack over your head and still get any guy in the room."

  As the others were in the process of departing, however, Romeo sidled up to me with a request.

  "Say, Jack, would you mind a whole lot if Byron and I stayed the night in one of those front bedrooms that never get used? We have a lot to talk over, you know, and during summer he has to live with his folks, and I-I guess I hadn't mentioned this yet- I sleep on the sofa in a decrepit trailer with three straight white men."

  Romeo overheard that last, and added, "Of course, that's only one of the reasons we've been hanging around with you the whole time you've been here."

  "I think those rooms have twin or double beds. Tell you what, you two take that guest room we were in last night, and I'll move on over into the master. No point in putting if off any longer."

  They were more than happy with that idea and went off smiling, determined to win Otis and Ruth Ann completely over to their marriage idea before the evening was ended.

  I got out of the rest of my dress clothes and flung on just a pair of athletic shorts, a tee shirt, and a pair of flip-flops, knowing that I would not be wearing even those to exercise at the club.

  I decided to try out the running track, since that would be the quickest way to burn off the extra calories I had consumed in the past couple of days. I had noticed earlier that the guys running up the
re were "barefoot all over," and I wondered how they did it without shoes. I found that the track, along with several other areas in the club, was surfaced with a tough but springy material sort of like the soles of running shoes. It made for perfect barefoot running. So leaving behind my clothing at my room, I walked naked through the corridor to the track entrance, which was on the same level as check-in, the locker room, and my own room.

  For a few laps, I had the track to myself, but I could entertain myself by watching a naked half-court basketball game going on at one end of the court below, and naked volleyball at the other. Gradually, more men joined me on the track, a wasp-waisted fellow in his thirties, a couple of middle-aged guys still struggling valiantly against middle-age spread, and finally, the two young marines I had watched (one of who had sucked me off, the other Bryant) two nights ago. They had a buddy with them, a very well-built black man, just as marine-butch as the first two.

  When the lighter-haired one passed me the first time, almost sprinting, he smacked my ass lightly and said, "You got a Marine ass on you, buddy, very nice."

  Judging from the firm, swelling mounds of butt on these three, that was a compliment. Not many guys my height (6' 1") have true bubble butts, and I'm kind of proud of mine.

  This guy who spoke was about 5' 10". His buddy from the other night was maybe 5' 9", and the new guy was more like 5' 11". They were all strong and lean. While I jogged around at a five-minute-per-mile pace, they were mostly running wind sprints. I wondered what the other guys in the base shower thought of their evenly tanned bodies, or if it was even unusual for a marine to have an all-over tan.

  We finished about the same time and wound up in the shower together. I, of course, could have gone to my own shower, but I wanted to enjoy the sights in the group one. I was not disappointed. These guys were very attractive to look at, and not at all modest. It was pretty clear that they had spent some time naked together before. I decided to break the ice.