by Ryan Field
Roland sat on the lounge chair so he could remove his shoes and socks slowly. He wanted to be last. The spotlights were on, and it wasn’t difficult to see. He watched Josh rush to take off his clothes and lope across the roof to the hot tub, unconsciously scratching his dick a few times. His firm, narrow ass disappeared into the soft, warm water. He sighed. “Ah, this feels so good. Get over here.”
Roland’s heart raced as he removed his clothes; partly because he was about to join Josh in the tub, and partly because he noticed that the young couple with an apartment on the top floor of the building next to his saw them and watched every move they made. He didn’t mention this to Josh at first and didn’t want them to know he was aware of their gaze. The guy was dark and slim and reminded Roland of Keanu Reeves, and the woman was wide-hipped, with short red hair and pale white skin. From the few times Roland had seen them up close, he noticed they both had a lot of tattoos and piercings.
Without looking up at the young couple, Roland stood from the lounge chair and stretched his arms up over his head. He was completely naked and his dick was growing long and thick. He turned to the side for a moment so they could see him better, and then he crossed toward the hot tub to join Josh. Josh stood up and placed his hands on Roland’s waist, then lifted him into the warm, hot tub with a few splashes. Roland wrapped his arms around Josh’s neck and rested his cheek on his wide shoulder. The water was almost too warm; it made his skin itch and tingle. He whispered into Josh’s ear, “Don’t look up at the rooftop next door, but there are a couple of people watching us—a guy and a girl.”
Josh lowered his hands and placed them on Roland’s ass, then casually lifted his eyes to the roof next door. He clutched Roland’s flesh. “They aren’t just watching. They’re both naked and he’s playing with her tits. Why don’t I sit on the edge of the hot tub and you can show them how well you suck dick?” Josh leaned in so closely his nose touched Roland’s cheekbone.
“I’ll give them a real good show,” Roland whispered.
Josh lifted one of his legs over the side of the hot tub and hoisted his muscular body up so he could sit on the edge directly beneath a spotlight. He spread his legs wide and leaned back on his hands, with one leg dangling over the edge and one still in the water. Roland reached for Josh’s dick with his right hand, opened his mouth wide, and stuck out his tongue. He licked Josh’s balls first, and the dark areas surrounding them. He pressed his nose between Josh’s legs and inhaled while Josh’s balls rubbed against his face. And right before he opened his mouth and sucked Josh’s cock to the back of his throat, he looked up at the young couple. The guy stood with his hands on his hips, leaning back with his legs spread. The woman was kneeling, licking his balls and rubbing her face between his legs. Josh reached out with one hand and placed it on the back of Roland’s head, then pushed forward. “Suck my big dirty dick while they watch. Show them both what it’s like to suck big dirty dick.”
Roland’s heart pounded. He wasn’t sure what the couple could hear, but he knew they were still watching when he opened his mouth and swallowed Josh’s entire erection. It hit the back of his throat. He could feel Josh’s wiry pubic hairs against his lips and could smell the sweet perspiration combined with bleached hot tub water between Josh’s legs. When Roland looked up, Josh’s eyes were closed, his head was back, and his mouth hung open. Roland ran his tongue back and forth against the bottom of Josh’s shaft. Josh’s hips bucked a few times and his head moved around in circles. He pressed his hand harder against the back of Roland’s head. “Suck me off, Baby.”
Roland’s head rose and fell. His lips puckered and his cheeks indented each time he pressed his tongue against the shaft and sucked. He turned his face to the side a little so the guy could watch while the woman sucked him off, too.
“He’s watching you suck me off,” Josh said. “His tongue is hanging out of his mouth, and she’s sucking him off at the same time. He looks like he’s ready to fall off the roof he’s so excited.”
Roland’s head bobbed up and down while his lips made loud suction noises. He wanted them to hear him slurping and sucking Josh off; he wanted them to see saliva dripping down his chin. A moment later he heard the same loud, outrageous suction noises coming from them. He opened his eyes and looked up. The woman winked. When Roland deep-throated Josh, she deep-throated her partner. When Roland rolled his lips around the head and sucked, so did she. Josh openly gazed at the couple as they openly gazed at them.
Josh pulled Roland’s head back. “Get out of the tub now. Let’s show them how to fuck.”
They crossed the roof to a double-wide lounge chair beneath another spotlight. It was so close to the couple on the roof above them you could see the excited expressions on their young faces. They waited for Josh and Roland’s next move.
Roland arched his back and climbed up on the lounge chair. He went down on all fours, spread his legs wide, and threw his head back. Josh reached for a bottle of lotion on a table next to the chair. Roland looked up slowly at the young guy’s handsome face. His dark, almond shaped eyes met Roland’s and he smiled, and then he lifted his fist and raised his thumb in the air. The woman was already on her hands and knees, waiting for him to enter.
Josh spread banana-scented lotion up and down Roland’s ass, then lathered his cock slowly. He held Roland’s ass with one hand and worked the head of his dick into Roland with the other. Roland looked up at the guy again. He was already inside his partner’s pussy, waiting for Josh to start fucking.
“Fuck me,” Roland said. His voice was loud. “Fuck me hard with that big dick.” He stared at the guy in the window.
Josh looked up. “You want me to fuck him now?”
The man hesitated, stunned that Josh had spoken to him directly.
“Yeah,” he said, “fuck his ass hard.” His voice was deep and throaty.
Josh slammed his dick far into Roland’s hole. The other guy’s body jerked. He clutched his partner’s ass and fucked her pussy very slowly. Josh bucked his hips hard. His dick banged in and out of Roland’s hole with loud slaps. Roland clenched the cushion on the chair with his fists to keep his balance. His head bounced up and down. He could see the young guy was fucking his partner’s pussy as hard as Josh was fucking his hole.
Roland moaned and rotated his hips in extended circles so he could feel every last inch of Josh’s big dick fill his body. The only sound that came from above was when the young guy would occasionally look down and say to Josh, “Yeah, fuck his ass hard. Fuck that tight pussy so he begs for more.”
Roland knew Josh was close to orgasm when he started to slap Roland’s ass with the palm of his hand. “Fuck me, fucking fuck me!” Roland shouted. He grabbed his own dick and started jerking off.
“I’m gonna blow my load, baby,” Josh said. “Here it comes.” The fucking grew more intense and Josh’s legs trembled. His head went back and his eyes rolled. “Here it comes! Ah, fuck, yeah.” He slapped Roland on the ass hard and blew his load into Roland’s body.
Roland climaxed next, shooting his load all over the chair cushion. He looked up and saw the young guy slam his dick all the way into the woman’s pussy. He closed his eyes and slapped her ass hard when he came. For the first time that night she opened her mouth and moaned. “Ah, yes, yes, yes!” With each “yes” her voice went higher. Then her body vibrated a few times, her head jerked back and forth, and she took a huge, deep sigh that echoed into the warm summer night.
Chapter Nine
Kenneth’s house in New Hope was deceiving at first glance. The narrow gravel driveway was lined with tall trees and looked longer than it really was, but it wasn’t grand and perfectly landscaped. On account of Roland always insisting that things be left natural and organic, it was fresh and casual, overgrown and unpaved. Kenneth and Roland had owned the house together for more than 15 years. They bought it as a weekend retreat. But it turned into Kenneth’s retreat from Roland as the years passed. Roland hadn’t been there since they split up; and
wasn’t sure what to expect knowing Kenneth’s outrageous taste.
He was surprised to discover nothing had changed. “I expected to see a fully paved driveway lined with huge, Greek statues and overgrown pots of flowers,” Roland said to Josh as they turned up the drive. Josh had driven the car from Manhattan, insisting that he wanted to get there and back alive.
“It looks a little creepy to me,” Josh said, “like where they shoot low-budget horror films.”
Roland sighed and folded his hands on his lap. Josh drove slowly to avoid deep holes and sharp ridges in the primitive road. The narrow driveway opened up to a wide, gravel parking area with a low, flat-roofed white stucco house at the end. Roland had always been a huge fan of mid-century modern architecture. When he learned the house was built by a student of Frank Lloyd Wright’s in the 1950s, he’d purchased it without thinking twice.
Josh parked the Bentley at the edge of a turn-around space near the plain glass front door. “Don’t let this house deceive you,” Roland said. “I know it looks like an old elementary school at first, but it’s really quite spectacular once you get past the modest entrance.” He crossed his fingers, hoping Kenneth hadn’t ruined the sleek, modern décor.
Kenneth met them at the front door in his flashy Hawaiian shirt, white cotton pedal pushers, and sandals. He must have just colored his puffy hair; it was jet black and slick. Josh gave Roland a look. Roland smiled, put down his Louis Vuitton bags, and gave Kenneth a hug. Josh put down one bag and extended his arm to shake Kenneth’s hand.
“C’mon in, Doll,” Kenneth said to Roland. “I have champagne in the library. I figured we could have an early cocktail hour and then go to La Millau Village for dinner.”
“Excellent,” Roland said. Kenneth knew La Millau Village was his favorite French restaurant. But Roland knew Kenneth hated the place. He’d always thought the portions were too small and the seats uncomfortable.
They entered a long, narrow hallway with a black marble floor and white walls that held a collection of paintings. There were two small Picassos on one wall that Roland always loved; across from them was an abstract by Neil Loeb, which had always been Roland’s favorite. Four rock crystal sconces hung between the paintings. The only change Roland could see was that Kenneth added a few round pedestals and some large, ornate flower arrangements.
Josh went to place a suitcase on the red Chinese chair. “Not there, Doll, puh-lease,” Kenneth said. “That’s 16th century.”
Josh gave Roland another look. Roland smiled. “Just leave the bags on the floor and we’ll take them to the guest room after drinks.”
The library had always been Kenneth’s favorite room in the house. He’d painted it in five shades of mismatched green and filled the bookshelves with his vast collections of Oriental porcelain. There were no books on the shelves. Kenneth had the rest of the room filled with neo-classic side chairs, a French gilded desk and a Louis XV sofa covered with faux leopard fabric. Each individual piece in the room was actually exquisite; but because he’d piled everything together in such a hapless way, it all looked like flea market junk.
Roland smiled and looked away when Josh offered a toast. He stood up, held his glass in the air, and said, “To Roland, and all the work he’s done for the Ashley Foundation.”
“No clicking, Doll,” Kenneth said. “We’re using the Baccarat today.” Josh tried to put his glass of champagne down on the coffee table, but there were so many pieces of porcelain and crystal and objets d’art, he couldn’t find an empty place. Josh sat back, holding his drink in his hand, and placed his arms tight at his sides.
Kenneth monopolized the conversation, tossing his head back in forced laughter while reminiscing about his past experiences with Roland. He made it all sound romantic and extravagant, as if they had been the perfect couple with the perfect lives, running about the world all flit and flitter. Marty, who had joined them in the library a few minutes earlier, sat there like one of the pieces of porcelain.
Josh ground his teeth and looked at his new Rolex. “Kenneth hates my guts,” Josh whispered to Roland as they walked to the guest room to change for dinner. “And I think he’d be willing to get back together with you in a heartbeat.”
“That’s absurd,” Roland said. “He’s with Marty now. He left me for Marty.” It was the first time Roland had said it out loud.
“Trust me,” Josh said. “There’s no sex going on between Marty and Kenneth anymore. They can’t stand each other.”
“How do you know that?”
Josh shrugged. “Because they are both bottoms.”
Roland laughed. “You’re so sure about that. But I can tell you, firsthand, that looks can be deceiving. Don’t underestimate Kenneth’s topping abilities. He may be slightly effeminate, and his hairstyle may be outdated, but he knows how to fuck.”
“I’m sure he does, every now and then. But I’ll bet anything those two are flipping coins to see who gets to be on the bottom.”
“Kenneth can be a little hard to take sometimes,” Roland said. “But he doesn’t hate you. He’s really a very sweet guy. You’ll get used to him.”
Roland turned to face the window so Josh wouldn’t see his smile. He knew Kenneth hated Josh, mostly because he was so much younger and unexpected. Going for someone as young and handsome as Josh was the last thing Kenneth would have expected from dignified, conservative Roland. The thing he couldn’t quite pigeonhole was Josh’s intense dislike of Kenneth. If Roland had been younger he would have guessed that Josh was jealous.
At dinner, nicely dressed in a black linen sport jacket and off-white slacks, Roland sat next to Marty and across from Kenneth and Josh. Josh wore a beige sport jacket and tight, low-rise jeans that made his crotch bulge out to a perfect mound.
They ordered drinks first, although the champagne had left them dizzy. When it was time for the waiter to take their orders, Roland gave Josh a look over the top of his menu and ordered a chicken dish for him. The entire menu was written in French and Roland wanted to avoid a potentially embarrassing situation. Kenneth interjected. “And Josh, you simply have to try the haricot verts. They make them here with wine and brown butter and slivered almonds.”
“They sound kind of fattening,” Josh said.
“Not at all,” Kenneth said. “Haricot verts are probably the least fattening things on this menu. Besides, you’re still a growing boy and you need nourishment.” He smiled and patted Josh on the knee in a very condescending way, like you’d pat a little boy on the head when he’d refused to eat his spinach.
Josh pointed his index finger in Kenneth’s direction, but before he had a chance to reply to Kenneth’s nasty “growing boy” comment, Roland told the waiter, “He’ll have the haricot verts, too, please.” He gave Josh a look and smiled. “You’ll like the way they prepare them here, Josh, trust me.”
Josh looked down at his lap and smoothed out his napkin.
Kenneth took control of the entire conversation at the dinner table, too. Marty sat sipping vodka martinis and sinking slowly toward his dish before jerking back fast. Roland noticed that whenever Kenneth spoke to him directly, Marty stopped moving altogether and stared down into his dinner plate. When the waiter brought the bread, Kenneth obnoxiously leaned over and said to Josh, “The bread plate is on the left, Doll.”
“I already know that, Doll,” Josh said, “but I don’t eat bread.” He handed the entire loaf to Kenneth. “But I’m sure you do.” Then he tapped Kenneth on the thigh and laughed as if he were just joking. Kenneth clenched his teeth and slammed the bread on the table.
The highlight of Roland’s evening was when the waiter set a small plate in front of Josh and said, “And here are your haricot verts, sir.” Josh looked down at the plate for a moment, lifted his head to Roland, and laughed so loud his shoulders shook. “It’s fucking green beans,” he said, pressing his palm to his stomach, trying to control his laughter.
Roland started laughing with him, as if they both knew an inside joke and the
re was no one else in the room. He laughed so hard he almost choked on a piece of bread.
Kenneth frowned. “What did you think haricot verts were, Doll?”
Josh stopped laughing and smoothed out his jacket. “It sounded kind of dirty to me, kind of like what I’m going to do to Roland’s ass later tonight when I get him in bed and spread his legs wide open.” Then he slapped Kenneth on the thigh again and started laughing.
For the first time that night, Marty looked up from his martini and smiled. His eyes glazed over and he stared at Josh’s soft lips.
The waiter placed the bill in front of Roland at the end of the night. Kenneth reached across the table. “This is on me.” He pulled out a credit card and handed it to the waiter. Roland didn’t object; he figured that Kenneth’s flower shop in town, Apro-Posie, must be doing well in spite of its awful name. Kenneth drove them to the restaurant in a new Mercedes, the house looked well kept, and he had on a new Versace jacket.
A moment later the waiter returned and whispered something in Kenneth’s ear. Kenneth’s face flushed and he reached into his pocket. He pulled out his wallet and handed over another credit card. “That was my old card,” he said sheepishly. The card had expired. “Silly me.”
Josh didn’t give it a second thought, but Roland watched the expression on Marty’s face. He lowered his eyes to his lap and shook his head.
They stood from the table. Marty went outside to bring the car around and Roland went to the bathroom. Kenneth and Josh stood in the main lobby of the restaurant, waiting for them. Roland rushed into the bathroom because he didn’t want to leave them alone in the lobby any longer than necessary.
When Roland returned, he found Kenneth was standing next to Josh, his hand on Josh’s ass. He was whispering something in Josh’s ear. Roland cleared his throat loud enough for Kenneth to hear and crossed the lobby to where they were standing.