It was the Friday before the Columbus Day holiday and Steve was excited. Brandon, his neighbor's son, was coming home from college for the weekend. Steve had his first, and only, homosexual experience when he drove Brandon to college in August. Staying in a motel with only a king sized bed, the two found passion with each other.
Julie, Brandon's mother, invited Cheryl and Steve over Friday night to celebrate Brandon's first homecoming since going off to college. Brandon was coming home with a friend. Since it was an eight hour drive, they skipped classes on Friday to make it a long weekend. The friend concerned Steve a little. Was he a boyfriend? Would he destroy any chances of Steve and Brandon being alone together?
Julie and my wife were close friends and Julie told Cheryl everything but, honestly, she had no idea of what kind of relationship Brandon and his friend had. She didn't even know the boy's name, only that he lived in the same city and had his own pickup. It was possible that the friend was merely giving Brandon a ride.
At ten minutes to seven Cheryl and Steve walked across the street to their friend's house. An old blue Ford pickup was parked out front. Brandon and his friend were sitting at the kitchen table talking about college. Brandon gave Cheryl a hug and peck on the cheek and shook Steve's hand.
Brandon's friend also shook Steve's hand. "Hi, I'm David."
David looked to be a couple years older than Brandon, around 20 or 21. He was six feet tall with a stocky but muscular build with light brown hair, handsome with deep blue eyes. He was the type of guy that women swooned over and Julie and Cheryl had already started, both obviously checking him out and grinning at each other.
At dinner there was no sign of affection between Brandon and David. Since Brandon was openly gay, there would be no reason to hide a relationship.
Julie, who was always direct, apparently also sensed that they were not a couple and asked , "So David, do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend?"
David was quick to let everyone know he was straight. "I have a few girlfriends," he joked. "No one really permanent though."
They found out that David played football for the college team and that he and Brandon had met through a mutual friend. Since David had a truck and he and Brandon lived in the same town, he gave Brandon a ride home. Steve was happy that their friendship was just platonic, or at least it seemed that way.
Steve invested in real estate and oftentimes had a property that needed work. That was the perfect excuse to get Brandon alone.
"If you don't have any plans tomorrow," Steve said to Brandon, "I bought a house on the east side and the yard is a real mess. I could use some help picking up trash and junk and hauling it to the dump. I'll pay you, of course."
"Sure, I'd love to help," Brandon said. "Maybe David could come help to."
Brandon must have seen the disappointed look on Steve's face. "Believe me, you won't be sorry. David is a really hard worker."
The slight smirk on Brandon's face told Steve they were of the same mindset. "So what do you think David, would you like to make some cash?"
"Why not," David responded. "I live on the east side so I can meet you guys there."
Julie chimed in, "Well if David is going, I might just come and watch."
"Mom!" Brandon was embarrassed by his mother's shameless flirting.
"Well, you're not leaving me out," retorted Cheryl.
Cheryl and Julie were clearly smitten with David.
Steve wasn't sure if they were joking or not. "Well you ladies are welcome to come if you want to work, but there will be no spectators."
"Do I look like I do manual labor?" Julie laughed. "Okay, you can have your boys day out."
That was a close call, Steve thought. So the plan was set. If he read Brandon correctly, tomorrow would be a hot time. There was work to do at the house but Steve had laborers he employed occasionally for that sort of thing. He had no intention of wasting any time with Brandon and David.
For the rest of the night, Steve was preoccupied with thoughts of the next day. He had only had one sexual experience with another man, that was with Brandon two months earlier. Was he really going to have a threesome with two young college boys?
Back at home after dinner, Steve decided to go for a run, something he often did in the evening. Stretching in the front yard he saw that David's truck was still in front of Brandon's house. As he started his run he noticed the lights on in a side window of the basement and he remembered that Brandon's bedroom was in the basement.
Steve couldn't stop thinking about the next day with Brandon and David. Were they together in the basement now? His curiosity got the best of him. Steve crossed the street looking around for anyone who might see him. The side window had it's shade down and Steve saw nothing more than the light shining around the sides. Maybe there were back windows that he could peek into. He jumped a small chain-link fence and went around the corner to the back of the house. The first window he came to was on the ground level and looked like it was Julie's bedroom. The curtains were closed but they were sheer and Steve could see movement inside.
He moved close to the window peering in from the side, careful to stay concealed. Julie had just come out of the shower. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a long bath robe. Steve watched as she sat at a vanity and brushed her hair. Her back was to the window but Steve could see her face in the mirror. Julie was in great shape for a women in her 40's. She had long blonde hair and a full set of breasts. She must have been at least a D-cup.
Steve thought about what Brandon and David might be doing but, despite his newfound desire for man-on-man sex, he still loved looking at women. He waited in hopes he might see the treasures hidden under the terrycloth robe. He didn't have to wait long. Julie stood and turned towards the bed and dropped her robe on the floor. For a brief moment Steve glimpsed her nude body. Her breasts hung low but appeared firm. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and showed she wasn't a true blonde. A second later she was under the bed covers and she reached over and turned out the lamp on the nightstand. Steve moved to the side, knowing that he would be easier to see from inside with the lights out.
With the peep show of Julie being over, Steve remembered why he was there and ducked under Julie's window towards the basement window a few feet away. Steve couldn't believe his luck; there were blinds on the window but they were opened just enough and angled so he could see perfectly into the basement bedroom. He saw movement to the right and kneeled down to get a better look at David and Brandon on the bed. Brandon was on his hands and knees and David was on his knees behind him, hands on Brandon's hips. Both were completely nude. David was pounding away against Brandon's ass at a rapid pace. Steve could barely make out grunts coming from the two of them. Brandon was clearly enjoying being fucked and, from the expression on his face, David was close to orgasm. After a few minutes, David stopped with a look of ecstasy on his face and then pumped two more times, emptying his seed into Brandon.
David pulled out and lay back on the bed as Brandon collapsed face down. Then Steve saw it. It was amazing. David's cock must have been eight inches long and five or six inches around. How did he get that into Brandon's tight ass? David lay there for a minute with his magnificent cock standing straight up. Steve couldn't help himself. His running shorts were down to his knees and he was stroking his own cock. Soon David was up and getting dressed. Steve moved to the side of the window and finished masturbating until he came on the ground.
Steve hadn't been gone more than twenty minutes but decided to skip his run. He went home and got right into the shower. With the hot water running over his body he ran the images of Julie and Brandon and David through his mind. It was going to be a long night thinking about the rendezvous that awaited him the next day.
After his shower, Steve found Cheryl in bed but still awake.
"I'm glad you weren't gone to long," she said as she lifted the covers for him.
Steve could see Cheryl was nude, a clear sign she was in the mood. He dropped his towel and climbed in bed, threw the covers off, and took her in his arms. Skipping the usual foreplay, Steve moved over her and kissed her hard as he spread her legs apart with his knees. Cheryl reached between their legs and grabbed his already hard cock, guiding it to its target. She was wet and ready even before Steve came out of the shower and he slipped his rod into her in one smooth stroke.
Steve didn't know what brought on Cheryl's unusual passion and he didn't care. He was normally a considerate love maker but tonight it was all about Steve. He wasn't making love to Cheryl, he was fucking her. Cheryl didn't seem to mind. She wrapped her legs around his back as he fucked her like a piston.
Having just come, Steve had no problem maintaining his stamina. He closed his eyes and thought about Julie; her succulent breasts and tanned skin and her inviting cunt. Suddenly, he stopped and flipped Cheryl over and positioned her in a doggy position. Entering her from behind, he continued the assault on her pussy.
Cheryl was enjoying the ride. Steve rarely lasted so long and the extra time with his hot dick going in and out of her was bringing her close to orgasm. Usually, it took some work from Steve's masterful tongue to get her off. Steve was close to coming himself, picturing David plunging his enormous cock into Brandon and then remembering his own cock pumping into Brandon two months earlier.
Steve couldn't hold off any longer, crying out as he shot his hot seed deep inside her, triggering Cheryl's own orgasm. They collapsed with Steve still inside her, both breathing heavily. Neither could remember the last time they had come together. Finally, Cheryl moved to her side and Steve's limp cock slid out from inside her.
"So," Cheryl broke the silence, "what did you think of David?"
"Wow," he laughed, "that's a funny thing to hear from your wife after making love."
