by L E Franks
Sebastian and Angelo were gone by the time Ted had finished feeding them pie and cooking them a frittata made out of left over pork and grilled zucchini. He and Grady had taken their filled plates out to the patio where a handful of the younger partygoers relaxed or danced.
One of the couples played at dirty dancing, the blonde shimmying her way down the long, long legs of a very fine dark-haired man in an unbuttoned blue silk shirt tucked into the waist of his black jeans. Kevin admired the show, as firelight glistened on the man’s sweat slick torso. Yum. Apparently not all of the treats here were edible… though come to think of it…
It had been a very enjoyable couple of hours spent eating and drinking; Joey would regularly press fresh bottles of beer into his hand before disappearing back into the house until another round was required. The buzz kept building, fed by the booze, the fire, the music, and the velvety black sky filling his senses with its twinkling stars.
He was now sitting next to the fire pit, enjoying Joey and Ted’s company. Someone had switched the Euro-techo pop tracks for some kind of fusion between Indian and western music that fit their mellower mood. A quick glance around confirmed that most of the party-goers had vanished leaving only a handful still there, mostly hanging out in the hot tub.
Kevin kicked back in the low slung deck chair and breathed in the night air, heavy with the tang of ocean and the fragrance of the night blooming jasmine trailing over the fence. He’d have to ask Joey to write down the name of the artist for him so he didn’t forget and he could download the cuts for Grady later.
Grady was sitting across from him, slouched down and cuddling a glass of something on his stomach, the fire between them reflected in the amber liquid. His eyes were closed and a smile played across his lips. Kevin could tell he was lost in the song. Ted slid around behind his chair, leaning down to trace a piece of cut mango over Grady’s lower lip until he opened his mouth just enough to suck in the fruit along with Ted’s fingers. He never opened his eyes, but the smile broadened as Ted moved away, dropping into the chair next to him.
Kevin loved watching Grady like this, all relaxed and boneless like a large cat, foot moving in time to the beat. Even though their tastes were wildly different—music was one of the things they had in common; except that for Grady, it was as necessary as food or air.
Grady had described growing up and learning all about music at his dad’s knee. He’d talked about Sunday mornings with the Times spread out between them on the floor. While Grady poured over the adventures of Calvin & Hobbes and the rest of the Sunday comic section, his dad would be playing the greats. He’d talked about listening to Dylan, and Motown, Mozart, and Maria Callas. Muddy Waters, The Sex Pistols. He listened to orchestral pieces and Nirvana—world music and blue grass bands. Kevin was always blown away by him, once Grady started talking about music, he just wouldn’t shut up.
It reminded Kevin of senior year. Somehow he’d managed to talk his parents into letting him stay over at Grady’s house one weekend; sleeping on a foldaway bed in their tiny office, crammed full of bookcases stuffed beyond overflowing. Books were stacked in piles chest high behind chairs and along walls creating the feeling like you were stepping into the middle of a Tolkien novel. In comparison, the desk was tidy with a laptop sitting in the middle of the space, papers clipped together and arranged neatly for Grady’s dad to find.
The credenza behind the desk was another matter. There was a corkboard attached to the wall, half buried in the snowy drifts of paper crawling up it. It was covered with old concert tickets, play bills, and the general debris Kevin would find in his pockets after a good weekend in the city. Given that the calendar pinned to it was over ten years old, it was apparent that this was where papers were sent to die and only the bookcases on either side of the cabinet prevented them from spilling onto the floor and blocking the only exit. To Kevin, it was a horror story waiting to happen, which is what he loved about it.
The next morning he’d woken up to the Rolling Stones wailing from the living room and by the time he’d dressed and made his way through the house, he found Grady lying on the floor at his father’s feet, a mug of coffee leaving rings on Garfield while KD Lang was crooning about love on the stereo. Grady’s dad gave him one long look before glancing at his oblivious son, smiling. It was one of his best days ever, spent talking about music and books with the two Pritchards.
Kevin smiled, happy just to sink into his seat letting his memories and the music of Raghu Dixit singing ‘No man will ever love you, like I do’ roll over him as he watched Grady bliss out across the way.
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Grady licked the sweet mango juice from his lips and took another swig of the concoction Ted had whipped up for him—pineapple, coconut—he didn’t know, but it was good. Kev came into focus across the fire. Lust still burned hot from earlier, leaving him totally stoked. Kev had been right, coming to this party sure as hell beat sitting around. Vibe had been fun, but intense—this was intense in different ways.
Ted stood behind him, tapping the leg of his chair with his foot to get his attention. Grady leaned back instead of turning. At some point Ted had shed his shirt, rewarding Grady with a nice long look of Ted’s smooth chest. His face was right by Ted’s treasure trail, leaving his mouth watering.
“Come here, I want to dance,” Ted growled in his ear, sending a shiver through him. Without waiting for a response, Ted stepped around, pulling Grady out of the chair and straight into his arms. He spun them around, dancing them both to the center of the deck. Their bodies swayed to the sound of the waves coming in, barely discernible over the music. Ted tucked him close, his arm wrapped possessively around Grady’s waist, humming tunelessly next to his ear. Despite the heat radiating off the broad chest pressed against him, the ocean breeze on his back still raised the goose flesh on his arms. Ted slid a hand down his side, breathing heavily into his ear as the swaying took on a decidedly grinding rotation.
“Hot tub,” Ted whispered, tugging at Grady’s shirt, stripping his chest.
For a moment he panicked, his suit lay wadded up on the floor of the condo across the way. Then he looked around, noticing a couple in the hot tub, the girl was topless and he bet she didn’t have anything on below. The guy with her had his arm slung around her shoulder.
Ted’s fingers worked fast and before Grady could say no—or yes for that matter—Ted had Grady’s shorts unbuttoned, the zipper down.
“Okay,” Grady mumbled.
The slide of Ted’s fingers around the rim of his waistband had Grady wondering if he’d lost all of his senses. He glanced around for Kev but didn’t see him. Grady shrugged and moved to push off his underwear when a wail from behind caught his attention. Grady glanced back only to see Joey, now totally naked, streaking out of the house; Kevin slung over his shoulder, his white ass glowing in the low light. Joey set Kevin down on the side of the tub and then pushed. He splashed in and came up sputtering and laughing.
Fuck. Grady pulled off his underwear, and hopped in, joining Kevin in the water. Kevin grabbed the back of his neck, holding him close.
“Fuck, these guys are sexy as hell,” Kevin whispered.
Grady glanced at everyone in the hot tub. They were all potential beauty contestants that could grace the cover of any magazine. “Yeah—hot.” He glanced at Ted and felt Kevin’s hand on his thigh, rubbing small circles over his knee and on the tender flesh on the inside of his leg.
Grady swallowed, his balls pulling up a bit as Kevin played with the back of his calf. Joey had brought over drinks, setting them on a table near the tub. He crawled in and pulled Kevin away from Grady, tucking him in the crook of his arm. Kevin grabbed Grady’s hand and pulled him close. Ted sunk to his knees in front of Grady, his hands resting on Grady’s thighs.
“Want something to drink?”
“Sure.” Grady answered. A hand snaked onto his lap and he sucked in a breath. Ted stood up, leaning in close, his chest in Grady’s face. Kevin’s hand brus
hed over his dick, and cupped his balls. He felt someone playing with his hair and he realized it was Joey’s hand messing with his neck.
“Here you go.” Ted handed him a beer and sat next to him, his hand on Grady’s knee.
Joey started massaging his neck, rubbing up and down the muscles, causing Grady to shiver. Ted squeezed his knee and Kevin started stroking him. Grady moaned but the moan was covered by the music wafting around them.
“I’m Alice,” the girl across the hot tub called out.
“Hi, I’m Kevin and he’s Grady.”
Grady waved—Joey squeezed his shoulder and he looked over, seeing the guy’s eyes roll up just a bit before he adjusted—What the hell, where was Kevin’s other hand?
“Where you all from?” Alice asked.
“New York,” Grady offered.
“Jersey,” Kevin stated.
“Like Jersey Shore?” Alice asked.
“No, Princeton.”
“Smart guy,” Alice chirped. “Do you know Daniel?”
Ted and Joey both sat up—Kevin adjusted, his hand no longer on Grady’s balls and dick.
“Grady and Kevin just met us, they’re staying across the street,” Joey practically shouted.
Somehow, Grady knew he was missing something, subtext was flying around them—could be the alcohol or the fact that now Ted was massaging his thigh right next to his balls or that Joey had started playing with his ear—or maybe it was Kevin’s hand creeping up his leg, about to run into Ted’s amazing fingers.
“Really, looks like they’re here.” She’d floated out to the middle of the tub. Her boyfriend had one arm around her breast, covering her nipples. He was licking her neck, teasing her earlobe with his tongue. Alice moaned and her mouth opened, her focus no longer with Grady or Kevin.
“They’re here for a few more days—right, Grady?” Ted snuck his hand around behind Grady, his fingers dipping between the crack in his ass before he cupped his cheek. Ted’s other hand wasn’t shy in the least, as his fingers found then brushed over the tip of Grady’s dick.
“Yeah, a few more days.”
Kevin leaned his head on Grady’s shoulder and sighed. “You’re the best friend in the world.”
He looked over Kevin’s head to Joey who winked and pursed his lips together, making a kissy face. Good freaking Lord, could this get any weirder?
“It’s cute that you two are such good friends,” Joey said.
“Yeah,” Kevin mumbled, his fingers working closer to Grady’s dick—right where Ted was playing!
Grady turned, shoving his ass against Ted, and draping his legs over Kevin. Ted adjusted, groping Grady’s abs before snaking lower, Ted’s fingers brushing over his pubes and down to the root of his cock. Joey grabbed Grady’s foot, placing his cock against the side, using it to massage the stiff rod.
FUCK!
“I like you, Grady,” Joey said.
“He’s great. Awesome at lacrosse and fast on his feet.” Kevin hands were all over the place, one finally sliding between Grady’s legs, brushing over his pucker.
“He has great feet,” Joey growled as he used Grady’s foot as a cock massager.
I am going to hell.
Three guys petting on him, rubbing his body, Ted kissing his neck. Kevin adjusted, rubbing his cock against Grady’s leg. Perfect! Two guys, with hard dicks—nope, make that three—Ted squeezed in close, wrapping his leg around Grady’s body, rubbing his hard cock against Grady’s back.
“Bet you’re real good with ball handling,” Ted said as he reached for Grady’s balls, just barely missing Kevin’s hand. Fuck, how had he missed Kevin’s hand?
Alice’s boyfriend finished whatever in the hell he was doing and the guy got up, leaning over Kevin, grabbing a beer.
“Hi’ya.” The boyfriend growled before pressing his chest against Kevin’s face as he reached for more alcohol, passing drinks to the four of them. Grady breathed a sigh of relief when the roving hands weren’t on him while everyone drank. Grady tried to move, but all three men reached for him, holding him in place. Joey started rubbing his feet again, this time not using his dick. Kevin used his open hand to massage Grady’s thigh and Ted rubbed Grady’s abs and chest. It was more attention than he’d ever been paid before and he liked it.
Alice and her boyfriend climbed out of the hot tub and pulled on their clothes. “See you guys later,” Alice said. Her boyfriend mumbled something before running down the steps to the beach walk. Two other men on the deck waved and called out, “Bye Ted, bye Joey.”
The deck was empty, the four of them were the only people left at the house. He wondered where Carlo had gone. Glancing around, he saw no one in the house or on the deck.
He finished his drink and Ted reached around, tweaking both of Grady’s nipples. He moaned and threw back his head, resting it on Ted’s shoulder. Kevin took that moment to move his hand, fisting Grady’s dick, sliding his fingers down the pole. Then Ted’s hand was on his dick.
“Hey, who’s hand?” Ted asked.
“Kevin,” Grady mumbled.
“Really.” Joey lifted a brow then reached around to see what was going on. His fingers brushed over Grady’s balls, and his dick, rubbing one finger over the tip. Grady moaned.
“Oh hell.” Joey grabbed Kevin by the back of the hair and tugged. His friend was in Joey’s lap and Joey’s lips were plastered on his mouth, his hands on Kevin’s body. Grady didn’t have time to react as Ted tipped him back, shoving his tongue down Grady’s throat, his hands insistent on Grady’s body. He came up for air and there was more alcohol.
Grady settled between Kevin and Ted, his head buzzing from so much alcohol. He leaned against Kevin and tilted his head back. Kevin glanced down, brushing his lips over Grady’s. They kissed lazily as Ted stroked him. He was pulled away from Kevin and Ted was all over him again.
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Kevin was getting it from both ends. Grady had his hands all over him and then there was Joey. The kiss with Grady was so sweet, seductive after kissing Joey. Suddenly he was in Joey’s lap then they were climbing out of the hot tub. Joey threw Kevin over his shoulder, he squealed. When he wasn’t put down, he began beating at the big oaf’s back. “Hey, put me down.”
Joey slapped his ass, the sting resonated down his legs. He wiggled and laughed. Then Joey gripped his ass cheek then brushed his fingers over Kevin’s puckered hole, sending waves of desire through him.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Kevin moaned.
He was deposited in the center of a bathroom, the mirrors reflecting way too much light. Then Grady was beside him, his arms around Kevin. They were kissing again and Kevin turned just a bit to face Grady, their bodies plastered together. His dick was surrounded by warmth as Grady rubbed up against him. Their hands roamed freely, pinching and grabbing flesh. Ted grabbed Grady and Joey was on him, pulling him away from Grady. Joey turned him and pushed him face first against the shower wall, his dick riding Kevin’s crack. Kevin glanced over and saw Grady with his legs wrapped around Ted. The big blond was kissing Grady’s chest, his tongue rasping over Grady’s nipple. Grady arched back, his eyes closed and his lips open. He looked so beautiful, so amazingly wonderful. Kevin wanted to be with him. Before he could pull away, Joey slid two slicked up fingers into his channel and he closed his eyes, relaxing over the pain.
“You like that?” Joey asked.
“Yeah,” Kevin groaned.
Joey pumped his fingers in a few times, loosening him up. Each slide in, Joey smoothed his fingers over Kevin’s gland, leaving him seeing stars.
“Kevin, I want to be in you now,” Joey whispered.
“Yes.” Joey’s fingers were gone. He heard the rip of the condom packet and then Joey was back, his lubed up tip pressing against Kevin’s opening. He relaxed and spread his legs a bit more. Joey’s head popped in then the rest pressed in quickly, filling Kevin fully. It hurt but felt so good. Kevin closed his eyes and let Joey fuck him.
He felt hands on his and
he opened his eyes, seeing that Grady had moved beside him. He twined his fingers with Grady. They both smiled stupidly at each other. Grady winced as Ted filled him but then he opened his eyes, gazing at Kevin. The blissed out look sent a pulse through Kevin, leaving him wanting Grady.
Joey stopped moving and Kevin glanced over his shoulder. “Turn around,” Joey commanded.
“What?” Kevin asked.
“Face your friend,” Joey growled.
They all moved though it was difficult with a cock shoved up his ass. He was pressed up against Grady, his dick trapped against his hip. Grady grabbed him and repositioned their cocks so they were more comfortable. Joey started pumping in again and Ted was pumping into Grady. They were sandwiched between two hot hunky men, sweat slicking on their bodies. Grady’s lips tilted up in a lopsided smile before he slanted his mouth over Kevin’s. They were kissing, their tongues wrestling as they were thrust together. Kevin tried to wrap his arms around Grady, but Ted was in the way. He settled for holding onto Grady’s hips and sinking his fingers into flesh.