by eXtasy Books
“You sure, baby? You don’t want a rain check?”
“Hell, no. I just have an urge for Peking duck. I have no idea why.”
I laughed. “Done, lover. We’ll see you soon.”
Dinner was fantastic. Everybody was in such good spirits and the food, as always, was fantastic. We would have invited Benny, except that it was the Sabbath and by now, he would have been ensconced in his parents’ home, observing religious curfew and putting up with his dad’s grumpiness.
Mom and the girls had planned to see a midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show at Ward Center and Ferric was agog when he heard that I used to go with my mother when I was a teenager.
“You took the rubber gloves, the newspaper for your head, the whole shebang?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I said, “But that information is not to leave this table. You’re all sworn to secrecy.”
“But you do the Time Warp Dance better than anyone I know,” Mom said.
“Mom!”
“What’s the Time Warp Dance?” Ferric asked.
I knew what was coming next.
“Please, can I go with them, Dad? Please?”
Our women all chimed in.
Francois looked at me and grinned.
“What do you think?”
“Only because it’s a Friday night and because this is your last weekend of summer and because you’re starting school on Monday…yes, you can go.”
“I’ll take good care of him,” Mom promised.
“Yeah, you will.”
“He can stay with me for the night. We’ll watch the final Twilight movie together.”
“Cool!” Ferric said.
I swooped on the last egg tart from the platter on our table.
“And, Ferric, tomorrow you’re getting a haircut. We love your dreads, but Punahou won’t. So your father will pick you up from Mom’s house and take you for a trim.”
He stared at me a moment. He’d fought against having his dreadlocks shorn, but he was so excited he’d been accepted into the most prestigious school in all the islands that after a moment’s hesitation, he nodded.
“Okay, Dad. Can I grow them out again next summer?”
“Yes, you can.”
The check arrived and I snatched it up before Francois could.
He put his hand on my lap.
“Want to go with them?” he whispered.
“Hell, no. I have other plans in store for you, big guy.”
He lifted a brow. “Does it involve the possible removal of clothing?”
“Of course it does.”
“Winnahs,” he said, filching the check from my hand.
Francois and I wandered down to our vehicles parked on Maunakea Street. We lived on the other side of the island, so we had to drive back home or leave one of our cars there so we could go to Sage’s hotel together.
“What’s the plan?” he asked, kissing me by my driver’s side door.
“Meet me at home. We can shower and change and then, I have a little dessert for you.”
“Can’t wait. Drive safe, babe.”
I called Sage who answered on the first ring.
“I’m having dinner,” he said. “I’ll meet you in my room at ten. Mingo, I can’t wait!”
He was the second man to say that to me in the last sixty seconds. I drove home, feeling my excitement mounting. We had a clear run all the way to Waimea, pulling into our driveway thirty-two minutes later.
“Let’s take a shower,” I said.
Francois stared at me as we unlocked the door to our house.
“A shower?”
“Yes.” I fondled his ass as he bent to pat our meowing kitties. Mango, who’d been my traveling companion the day I came to lay claim to Francois, rubbed himself against my hand.
A quick shower and a change of clothing and we were on our way again.
“Let’s take your car,” Francois said.
“Okay.” I didn’t care whose car we drove. He took the wheel and I kept my hand on his muscular thigh.
“You sure you want to do this?” he asked.
“Yeah, but it’s gonna be our Sage swansong, babe.”
“Fine by me.”
“I’m thinking we need to find him a boyfriend.”
“Yeah, like who?”
“Benny Leonard.”
“Are you mad? Benny will drive him nuts. Why would you do that to Sage?”
“He’s lonely.”
“But, babe, that’ll make him suicidal…or homicidal. You want that on your conscience?”
I shrugged. “They’re both single and horny as hell. It might work.”
Francois laughed. “Don’t give up your day job, babe. If that’s your only criteria for hooking them up…”
We both stopped talking. We were here.
Sage opened the door, wearing a nice erection before we’d even finished walking down the path of his Turtle Bay bungalow.
This time it was Francois who pounced on the guy as I uncorked the Veuve Clicquot. They threw each other’s clothes off, aggressively kissing. It was such a turn on that I kept fumbling the wire atop the champagne cork. Francois took his mouth from Sage and came over to me, kissing me. I almost dropped the bottle. Sage took it from my hands, unbuttoning my fly and swallowing my cock in one gulp.
The champagne cork popped. He moved his mouth to Francois’ stiff cock and came back to me. I looked down, watched him take a mouthful of the bubbly stuff from the bottle and spray it on our cocks, quickly licking the champagne from them.
Francois hoisted the guy up and I snatched the bottle from his hands as Francois put him on his back on the bed and opened up his legs. He went straight to work, sucking Sage’s ass. Sage babbled insensibly as I poured champagne into his belly button. As the fluid leaked down his belly, Francois came up, licking Sage’s belly button. I poured again, Francois lapping it up.
He worked frantically at Sage’s cock, balls and ass. I knew he’d want to fuck the guy. And soon.
“Get undressed,” Sage said to me, panting hard. “I want to suck your cock as Francois fucks me.”
I shucked off my clothes and opened a condom package, slipping it onto my lover’s slick cock. He was anxious to fuck now and I stroked his ass as he sought entry into Sage’s tight hole. Sage begged for that cock. I knew how he felt. I begged for it night and day myself.
Sage reached over and with determined fingers, stroked my cock. I went into pleasure overdrive as Francois bore down on the guy and opened his mouth, his tongue dropping out. He wanted to suck on me, too.
He and Sage came almost at once, Sage erupting as he sucked me off.
“Don’t come,” Francois instructed. “Take over for me, babe.”
He pulled out of Sage and I rolled a rubber over my cock. Sage bounded around on the bed, anxious for me to screw him.
And I did. I rarely fucked Francois so this was a rare treat. I almost came when I felt Francois’s tongue in my ass. I braced myself as he licked and sucked my ass, his fingers feeling around my cock. He wanted to feel me slapping hard each time I thrust into Sage.
“I’m letting my man fuck you, Sage,” Francois said, pulling away from my ass and lying next to Sage. “I hope you appreciate it.”
“Yes, yes, I do. Oh, God, Mingo. I’m gonna shoot again!”
He held my hips, pushing me deeper into him. I came hard, Francois urging us both on.
“Come for him, baby!” he shouted.
We fell on the bed, sipping champagne from the bottle. Francois wanted to fuck again, but I was pleased to see his gaze was on me. Our threesomes always wound up with him in my ass, showing me how much he loved me. Sage was in the middle of talking about the Fancetti case when Francois began to lick my ass.
He moved behind me and I braced myself on all fours.
“I want to ask you something, Mingo.” Sage took a swig from the bottle. “Your, ex, Kaolin. I’m kinda…well, attracted to him.”
Francois stopped licking
my ass.
“I can keep him out of jail if he agrees to turn state’s evidence against Fancetti. When it’s all over, I’d like to ask him out. You have any objection to that?”
“Oh, man,” Francois said and chuckled.
“Francois, keep eating me,” I instructed him. And he did. “I don’t mind, Sage, but I’m not having sex with you and him.”
His face clouded for a moment.
“Hmm. Okay. Maybe I’ll rethink this.”
“Go for it,” I said as Francois’s cock surged against my tailbone, down to my crack and rubbed back and forth at my hole.
“Fuck me,” I hissed, loving the sensation of his stiff, bare cock at my ass.
Sage dipped under me and licked my balls and cock. He dropped the empty bottle on the bed. I lost all track of our conversation as Francois took me hard and fast. I felt his hands under my body, stroking Sage’s head. I begged him to pound me. Harder…harder.
I came inside Sage’s mouth, Francois emptying his soul into me.
“Fuck, Mingo,” he muttered against my back. “I fucking want you all day long.”
Something changed right then. I didn’t want another threesome and I knew Francois didn’t either. I didn’t think Sage was making a good relationship choice, but he wasn’t my problem. The father of my favorite kid in the whole world…he was my delicious problem.
We kissed Sage goodbye and I wished him luck as we threw on our clothes.
“So you’re okay about me and Kaolin?”
“I don’t care who you fuck, Sage, but he’s the human equivalent of a wrecking ball. I know a nice Jewish lawyer, if you ever want to meet him.”
“That might be cool,” he said.
Cool…Ferric’s favorite word.
Francois and I drove home, my hand in his. We kept grinning at each other.
“We’ve got the house to ourselves, babe,” he said. “We can have hammock sex again!”
We got out of the car. I was looking forward to a nice, cool shower in Francois’ arms and then I would indulge my man’s craving for hammock sex. We hadn’t had that for a while.
“Mingo…before we go in, there’s something I’d like to give you.”
I smiled. My ass still tingled from the last thing he’d given me.
He walked over to his SUV and popped the lock. The back door opened and I glimpsed a bicycle. I squinted in the near-darkness. Three of them.
“You bought the Repco boys’ bicycle!”
He grinned. “Three of them. I had a friend of mine ship them over from Australia. We owe quite a few favors around town now.”
“Oh, Francois!”
Tears flew down my cheeks, but they were happy ones. I could just see the three of us peddling around the North Shore together. Oh, I couldn’t wait. I climbed onto my bicycle and rang the bell. It sounded the way I always thought it would. I rode around in circles, with Francois watching me, laughing at my silly, boyish joy.
I pedaled toward the far wall of our property, the scent of salty tears and crushed flowers filling my soul. Yep, the bike was as good as I always knew it would be.
My fortune cookie had been right after all. All the wonderful things that made up my present life and my cool new bicycle…it had been worth the wait.
About the Author
A.J. Llewellyn lives in California, but dreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands, bags of Kona coffee in his fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiian records keep this writer refueled. A.J. loves male/male erotica, has a passion for all animals—especially the dog, the cat and the turtle. A.J. believes that love is a song best sung out loud.