“Best birthday fuck ever.”
“Charming. True, I’d agree, but Joe you really need to work on your penchant for being so direct. Some girls might take offence.” Rachel snorted.
“Good job you’re not ‘some girls’ then eh sweetheart?” Joe moved an arm around Rachel’s waist holding her in place while he shrugged out of his jacket. “Here – you better put this on. We don’t need the driver to see what we’ve been up to back here.”
“Well, unless he’s deaf I would imagine he has a pretty good idea Joe.” Rachel looked at her husband like he was a small child. For a man so intelligent he could be incredibly naïve about the simplest things but she realised it was just one more aspect of his character that she found so endearing. If you could call a freshly fucked smelly sweaty six-foot plus hulk endearing – which she did luckily.
“Shower; then bed.” Rachel tucked herself into Joe’s jacket relishing the double pleasure of having him and his Mason scented clothes hugging her. When they stopped at their house, the driver opened the door then discreetly disappeared back to his seat while Joe got out first then lifted Rachel into his arms and carried her effortlessly to the front door. She was practically asleep by the time he’d got her upstairs and he made the executive decision to delay their shower until the morning. Rachel would be cross that he’d let her go to sleep in her make-up but Joe was also wrung out emotionally and physically from the evening’s activities. He could care less what she woke up looking like; she’d still be the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on – Panda eyes and all.
“Shhh, you’re going to wake him up.” George covered his mouth with his hand trying not to snigger too loudly as Leo tripped over Ryan’s shoes. They were trying to be as quiet as they could in order not to disturb their boyfriend in the early hours of the morning. After the party, the boys had gone on to a nightclub with the twins without Ryan who cried off feeling far too old to be dancing the night away at London’s newest hot spot. Of course he was far from it but he’d taken the opportunity to have a quiet drink with Ethan who’d accompanied him back to his hotel. There had been no point in waiting up for his younger lovers knowing full well they’d be unable to keep from waking him up intentionally or otherwise.
“Are you fucking drunk?” Ryan growled from the bed. George and Leo shot upright gasping with shock then creased into a heap of giggles at having been caught.
“Maybe a teeny bit.” Leo indicated with his thumb and forefinger how much he thought a ‘little bit’ measured.
“Teeny tiny.” George agreed crooking his baby finger that Leo seemed to think was unduly hysterical.
Ryan rolled his eyes and groaned although their antics had him grinning. They were actually extremely funny together and kept him amused for hours with their shtick; apart from which he could never get properly angry with them; they were far too cute and he loved them beyond reason. The boys had him wrapped around their little fingers; crooked or otherwise and he knew it. He was as whipped as they came and Ryan relished every minute of it. He’d found George and Leo at a time when he’d practically given up on love and he was blessed to have that in double measures now. Ryan cherished them and indulged them and they returned the affection a hundred times over. His boys adored him and passionately loved him and each other and their lives were rich and contented.
“Go brush your teeth; take a piss and come to bed both of you.” Ryan flopped back down on his pillows and edged into the middle of the mattress making room for Leo on one side and George on the other. He hoped they weren’t too pissed or too tired to have some fun and he shucked off his boxers to save time.
“Oh someone’s keen.” George hooked a finger into the discarded underwear and swirled it around in the air until it took flight across the room landing on Leo’s head. Another bout of hilarity ensued and Ryan finally had to get up and move his boys bodily on to the bed.
“You’re being very naughty the pair of you.” Ryan loomed over their prone naked forms and Leo reached for George’s hand. Always a little unsure of Ryan’s teasing, the smaller man instinctively still turned to his first boyfriend for reassurance. “I think you need to be taken in hand.” George raised an eyebrow and Leo turned his head to bury his face against the other man’s shoulder. Ryan had crossed his arms and was tapping his mouth thoughtfully with his right index finger then he kneeled on the foot of the bed and crawled up in-between them. Leo’s breath hitched at the separation but soon calmed when Ryan nuzzled the top of his head affectionately.
“When I say taken in hand – I meant it literally of course!” Then he palmed each of his boys’ deliciously hard cocks and relished as they squirmed and huffed beside him. With deliberate movements he engineered their building ecstasy perfectly until together they arched their backs and begged for release. Ryan’s own cock was throbbing with need and desire but his first priority was to George and Leo – their pleasure meant more to him than his own by far. Whispering sweet and dirty promises he sped up his hand movements until his beautiful boys cried out and climaxed within seconds of each other splattering their stomachs and chests with pearlescent ribbons of come. Panting heavily the three of them relaxed back into the soft mattress catching their breath and moaning softly.
“God you are both so amazing. Love you so much.”
“Love you Ryan. Love you Leo.”
“Love you both.”
George reached behind himself and grabbed tissues from the side table passing some to Leo and they efficiently cleaned themselves off before turning on their sides to face Ryan. His eyelids were heavy and it looked as if he might drop off to sleep any moment, but his younger boyfriends weren’t fooled especially as Ryan’s rudely obvious arousal kept bobbing between them begging for attention. George craned his neck up and kissed the older man on the mouth as Leo wriggled down and sucked at his cock paying particular attention to the sensitive knot of nerves just under the ridge of the head. Ryan sighed into George’s mouth and gave himself up to the rapturous inventiveness of his young lovers who teased him to the point of madness before granting him his much lusted after orgasm.
Sleepy and sated, the three men wriggled around until they got comfortable and were relaxing into slumber when Ryan remembered to tell them they had all been invited to Livvy and Luc’s for lunch the following day. Leo stirred and murmured something in reply but before Ryan could ask what, adorable little snuffles coming from the young man curled up against his chest told him it was too late – Leo was out for the count.. With George spooning him from behind puffing hot breath into his neck, Ryan let his blissful state lull him to sleep.
CHAPTER 22
“Dad?” Joe groaned as the booming voice of his son blasted his ear off. He’d been in that delicious state of half awake half asleep lying in his bed with Rachel sprawled on top of him. He didn’t want to move but the insistent vibrations of his iPhone had been too irritating to ignore. Jose grunted in response to Ethan. “Oh shit – did I wake you up?”
“Were you not at the same fucking party as I was last night Eth?”
“Yeah but I’m not an old dude like you so don’t need as much sleep.”
“Enough with the old you little brat!
“Enough with the little old man.”
Joe sighed then chuckled. He imagined this was what having a conversation with himself would be like. “What do you want at this Godforsaken hour anyway?”
“It’s nearly 10 Dad and I wanted to know if I could come over and use your gym? You can join me if you feel up to it.” Joe reflexively reacted to the challenge in his son’s words and told him to be there as soon as possible. In the meantime Joe managed to wriggle out of Rachel’s arms without waking her to go use the bathroom and get ready to exercise. He didn’t appreciate the way his back protested or his knees ached and showered quickly hoping the hot water would limber him up a bit. He knew once he got moving he’d be fine but was more than a little chagrined to realise he couldn’t halt the aging process no matter how fit he kept
himself. Donning a pair of cut off grey sweats and a black vest, Joe went to open the door for his son. And Luc apparently.
“Hope you don’t mind another visitor. Luc and I have been working out together recently.” Ethan clapped his Dad on the back and removed his hoodie. Luc grinned at a surprised looking Joe.
“Come on and quietly Rachel’s sleeping.” Luc went to go upstairs but Joe’s hand on his arm stopped him. “Rachel moved the gym stuff and had a conservatory built overlooking the garden. Come on I’ll show you. She claims it was a birthday present but I think she just wanted the stuff out of the house.” Luc and Ethan followed Joe through the kitchen which also had to be remodelled to accommodate the new gym according to women’s logic that Joe had no intention of trying to understand. A discretely positioned door opened out to a side conservatory that housed all Joe’s favourite exercise equipment; a massive TV screen and a superior quality sound system. Dumb bells and mats and all manner of fitness paraphernalia littered one area and a huge punch bag dominated the middle of the hexagonal room. Two treadmills and two cross trainers stood side-by-side facing the big screen and the garden and behind were various benches and machines for resistance training. Ethan let out a low whistle.
“This is fantastic Dad. And huge! Love it…” Just by the door stood a water machine and a cupboard where they could hang their clothes and grab some towels. Luc looked around him in wonder. Rachel and Joe could afford to move to a much larger and more affluent residence but they chose to remain in this house purely because they were comfortable there and it held many happy memories for Rachel and her twins. However, over the years they had added convenient luxuries such as the pool house and now this gym to enhance their home life, and Luc suspected, to provide more excuses for people to visit. Theirs was a warm welcoming house open to everyone; a sanctuary for some and a playground for others. In Luc’s case, many years ago it was a place of discovery and joy and he indulged in a little nostalgia until a shove from Ethan broke his trance.
“Why don’t we warm up with a bit of cardio then you can show me what you’ve been teaching Charles Atlas here.” Joe smirked at Luc who was by no means puny but still considerably less brawny than Joe and Ethan.
“Fuck off Popeye. I bet I can outlast you on the treadmill. Full gradient at 8mph ok for you?” Luc marched over to the window and hopped on to the belt hitting start to loosen his muscles. Joe stared at him mentally calculating if he was up to the challenge then berating himself for even doubting it.
“You’re on mate!” Joe hopped on beside Luc and the two of them began their uphill run. After ten minutes flat out, Luc was beginning to regret taunting Joe into this little competition. His calves were screaming at him and his breath felt ragged in his chest. Ethan had brought them both some water and Luc gulped at it as the sweat poured down his face. Glancing sideways at his father in law just made him groan in defeat; Joe was powering his way through his run looking for all the world like he was out for a Sunday stroll. His hard body glistened with sweat outlining the definition of his solid neck and shoulders and making his biceps look huge and Luc conceded that the man was indeed mighty and looked incredible for fifty years old.
“Stop!” Luc finally cried after a further excruciating ten minutes smacking the big red button on the dashboard of his treadmill. “I give in. I can’t…”
“Form a sentence apparently?” Joe slowed his machine to an eventual stop while Luc panted heavily trying to catch his breath. He had his hands on his knees and was bent in half. Joe on the other hand was more skilled at regulating his breathing and was soon back to normal. “Jesus, Vincent you’re unfit. How has that happened?” Luc poked his tongue out at Joe. “Nice.”
“For your information Superman, not everyone feels the need to have the body or stamina of an Olympic athlete. I’m fit enough thank you. And who has the time? Two babies and a wife and a more than full time job….I only get to the gym about three times a week now.” Luc had caught his breath and wandered off to get more water. Joe regarded him thoughtfully. It was important to keep your body in tiptop condition and hopefully live a long and healthy life because of it. Luc was the father of his two grandchildren and therefore he had a vested interest in the man’s mortality. “What? I’m not going to keel over and die any time soon Joe – so stop wishing for it.”
Ethan cleared his throat sensing the change in atmosphere. “Come on Luc let’s spar and show Pops what we’ve been training at.” He threw Luc a set of gloves and attempted to put his own on. “Umm…” Joe rolled his eyes and jogged over to help then did the same for Luc. Grabbing a cup of water he plonked himself on the floor leaning against one wall and watched as the two younger men started to dance around each other. They looked like chalk and cheese and weren’t really evenly matched but Joe noticed the way that Ethan adjusted his technique so that he didn’t overwhelm Luc and he was proud of his son for doing so. In his younger days, Joe would not have been so gracious or patient; hell he wasn’t either of those things now, but it seemed that Ethan had learnt both those qualities and Joe’s heart swelled at the thought that his son was a better man than him.
“Oh my God!” Rachel stood in her kitchen about to put the kettle on when she spied the three closest men in her life in various states of undress looking sweaty and so fucking sexy she thought she might actually swoon. Her eyes were drawn to Joe who was sat on the floor with his legs bent at the knees and his forearms resting on them. His body looked pumped and she licked her lips at the sight of his shoulders straining forwards. Joe’s hair was messily gathered into a small ponytail leaving the wisps on his neck exposed and damp with perspiration and Rachel’s fingers itched to touch him.
But then Luc grunted and her eyes flickered over the BoyManGod who was she noticed more man than boy these days. He appeared heavier set than he used to be but that was only because she knew his body intimately. His physique hadn’t really changed that much and Rachel allowed herself to admire his long limbs and fluid movements. He’d discarded his shirt and that ever-tantalising trail of fur leading into the front of his shorts took her back to the time when she’d licked her way down it to nirvana. Catching herself before the memory became too vivid Rachel stood up straighter and resolved to go back to making her tea, but then Luc twisted and ducked and his shorts moved and when he stood back up the two hip dips framing his lower abs captured her attention. God he was still so perfectly beautiful it made her chest hurt.
Rachel shook her head and took a step backwards away from the open door all too aware that her emotions were probably written all over her face and for Joe to see that would have been truly upsetting for both of them. Five minutes later with a steaming cup of tea in her hands, Rachel took another look into the gym unable to resist all that muscle on display.
Joe’s head shot up and he zeroed in on his wife standing in the doorway looking oddly guilty. He chuckled loving that his wife was still so overtly sexually motivated and he felt no animosity towards her openly admiring the other two men in the room because it was his cock and mouth and hands that would ultimately be what brought her gratification. Let her get as turned on as she liked; Joe would only benefit from it later. He had no qualms about it being Luc and Ethan that got her all hot and bothered; they were both stunning looking men after all and his wife had impeccable taste in these matters even if he said so himself.
Rachel caught her husband looking at her like he knew exactly what she was thinking and if that lopsided smirk on his face was anything to go by, he quite obviously saw right through her. She snorted and flipped him the bird before turning on her heels into the kitchen. She was actually going to make the three men a hearty breakfast knowing they’d be ravenous after expunging so much physical energy. Now why did that sound so lewd? Rachel sighed; squeezed her thighs together and reached for the eggs.
“Is it my turn yet?” Joe asked hopefully. But Luc and Ethan were too focused on each other to acknowledge him so he hauled himself up and headed for the free weights w
here he heaved enough metal to make his biceps pop. Rolling his neck Joe then pulled himself up on the bar above him and did a few pull ups and crunches, but he was feeling strangely unfulfilled and in danger of letting the reality of reaching fifty pull him into a funk. He didn’t want to be an old man; he wanted to remain virile and strong and mighty, but the fact was, the aging process showed no mercy and even Joe Mason was susceptible. The best he could hope for was to stay as fit as possible for as long as was viable. With a resolute huff, Joe decided to vent his frustrations on the punching bag. By this time, Luc and Ethan had finished sparring and were also doing some resistance training.
“Hold up Pops.” Ethan trotted over to the bag and held it for Joe as he punched the living daylights out of it and gradually he felt less tetchy and more relaxed. “Whoa – you trying to prove a point or what?” Even with his immense strength Ethan was finding it hard to keep sure footed under the impact of Joe’s fists against the leather bag. Joe narrowed his eyes at him; paused then took a step back and with one smooth arc kicked the bag so hard his son lost his grip and landed on his arse. “Dad, what the fuck!” Luc hurried over to help Ethan off the floor and Rachel appeared at the door looking fretful.
“Come inside now and have something to eat before one of you ends up getting properly hurt.” Rachel’s tone left no room for disobedience so the three of them somewhat sheepishly followed single file behind her into the kitchen. A new breakfast bar had been fitted and Joe, Luc and Ethan hoisted themselves onto a stool each and silently waited for their breakfast. “You look like the three stooges for God’s sake. Will you just relax and enjoy your food. What’s got you all edgy now?” She sounded exasperated and spoke to them like naughty children although they looked anything but. Luc and Joe sat either side of Ethan and they all took up a lot of room so they ended up jostling each other for space. “Ethan, come and sit this side by me.” She tutted and indicated the free stool next to her and Ethan chirpily slid off his seat and did as he was told. Joe cleared his throat loudly and Ethan stiffened and refocused his attentions on his food rather than his hot as fuck step-mother who was currently clothed in silk pyjamas that did very little to hide the fact she was braless. Luc sniggered and Joe shoved him off his stool sending him crashing to the floor in a helpless heap of laughter.
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