I came by Rick's place unexpectedly. It was a few weeks after we had the threesome, and I guess I wanted to talk to him about it. I hadn't planned to stop by, just went for a drive and ended up there. We'd been friends for a while and although I'm bi, I hadn't realized he was or that he had been at least curious, according to Julie, and I'm concerned that this has changed the dynamic of our friendship. I mean it has to, we sucked each other's dicks, fucked, been fucked, shared a woman between us, tasted each other's cum, so there's no way it won't be different, but I wanted it to be different in a good way.
I'd been out driving for while, something about driving quiet country roads, just clears the head and suddenly, I'm turning down his drive. Passing through the gates of the farm and on to the main house, I see his truck parked out front - he has a parking pad in front of the farmhouse, so I pull up along side his truck and park my pickup beside his.
I sit for a few minutes, just sit, and wonder what I'm doing here? What did I expect to say to or hear from him? Maybe, it's more than just the sex, maybe there's some feelings there that I haven't dealt with and that I never expected to have. Or maybe I just want him naked in front of me again. I think of his milky white skin, those beautiful eyes, the little fuzz on his chest and ass cheeks, his shaved balls. I think of the taste of him, the feel of him, the soft skin of his cock gliding through my fingers and across my tongue. Shit. I'm getting hard, this is not starting well.
Putting aside my thoughts, I get out of the truck and climb the three steps up to the house, the verandah is covered, a few chairs line either side of the door, the windows are all open, screens keeping the bugs out.
I call out to him and step inside, the house is warm, but there's a nice breeze. Furniture is oversized and masculine in dark leathers, there are warm area rugs under the furniture, the place always feels inviting, you can just sit and relax, it feels like home.
I call out again, and wander into the kitchen, it is the most modern room in the house, and still no sign of him. I step onto the back porch, and I can hear music coming from out by the barn. And I guess that's where I'll find him, so I head over.
The barn is large, grey boards and a white roof (you'd expect red siding and a black roof, but the white is new and it gleams in the sun), it sits back from the house a couple hundred yards. There are several doors, a large pair of sliding doors and a couple of smaller doors. Peaking my head in I quickly determine that the music is not coming from inside, so I walk around and then I see him.
As I turn the last corner, a flash of white catches my eye first. He's got a tub set up, and it's filled with foamy water, he's sitting in the tub, apparently naked except for a white cowboy hat, pulled down over his eyes, I can just see the slight beard he usually wears and the top of his lightly furred chest. On a flat, backless bench beside the tub, a pair of jeans, lay strewn half on/half off the bench, and his boots sit beside it, socks folded over them. How he got bubbles out here, I have no idea but he is an engineer, so I guess he figured it out.
He's got a cooler set up filled with ice and beer and beside that, his phone is playing music, an 80s playlist apparently. One hand is in the water, I see his shoulder moving in a familiar (to most men) rhythmic pattern, and the other hand is on his chest, pinching a nipple.
"Hey" I say, and he jumps, water sloshing over the sides, hitting his jeans and boots. The tip of his hard cock lifts out then sinks back under the bubbles. And he looks up.
