"Oh, migawd! You keep that up, I'm going to blow my nuts!"
I looked up at Bob's face. His eyes were closed. His nostrils flared as he pinched his nipples. His cock filled my mouth. He was serious about blowing his nuts. His cockshaft seemed to become more rigid and swell in my mouth. I didn't want him to cum yet. I clamped a thumb and forefinger tightly around the base of his shaft and took my mouth off of his cock.
"That's what this is all about, Bob. Blowing your nuts. But it's too soon for that. We got all evening ahead of us."
Satisfied that he was not going to cum just yet, I released the finger clamp on his cock and got to my feet. Bob was sitting on the edge of the bed and I had been on my knees between his knees. He reached out and wrapped his hand around my hard cock.
"Man, Ross! Sucking dick really turns you on. Your dick feels like a steel rod.."
I looked down at his clinched hand, "That doesn't feel bad either, but, you're right, sucking your cock really makes me hard." I reached down and took his hand. Bob released his grip and stood up.
He grinned at me, "I don't feel like a cold shower, so let's get a brew and soak in the spa before we eat those smoked baby backs that are on the grill."
I followed him trough the house. It was Sunday afternoon and, as it had become our custom, Bob and I got together each Sunday for beer, barbecue and man to man sex. We got our beers and padded across the patio to the spa that I had helped Bob install earlier in the season. Two naked swinging dicks who were satisfying some urges and a curiosity that many people would have frowned upon. After settling comfortably into two of the recliner seats, we enjoyed the warm waters and sipped our brews.
"You know, Ross, I'll bet there are a lot of guys like us out there."
"How's that?"
"You know. Married, divorced," Bob paused, "Widowed, essentially straight, but curious about getting it on with another guy or guys."
"You're probably right, Bob. Too bad there isn't a club where we could all meet and just do whatever comes up."
"That's a terrible pun, Ross," Bob grinned, "But you're right."
We sipped our beer in a companionable silence.
"I was just thinking about a couple of guys over at the gym. They're usually there a couple of times a week when I'm working out."
"What about them?"
"Well, they work out together quite a bit and I've done a few reps with them. They use the sauna together and I swear I'm seen them sort of checking each other and me out when we're in the shower together."
I laughed, "That's probably because they think you're checking them out."
Bob grinned, "That's true. Kevin, the younger guy. . ."
"Younger guy?"
"Yeah, Kevin is in his mid fifties. Paul is about our age early or mid sixties. Anyway, Kevin is a little shorter that either of us, but he has a nice looking thick tool. Paul looks pretty well equipped too."
"What makes you think they are curious?"
"I don't know. The gym rules say you have to be nude in the sauna and the steam room. Everyone takes a towel, but these to guys don't wear them around their waists. They sit on them and they usually have extra towels that they use to wipe the sweat."
"So, that's not unusual. Why do you think they might be curious?"
"Oh, I don't know. They seem pretty comfortable around each other. More than workout buddies. Or even close friends. They seem have sort of a casual intimacy."
"Casual intimacy?"
"Hell, Ross. I can't explain it. But they seem to be really, really close friends. If you know what I mean."
"I get the idea. Close friends. Like us."
"Yes, but I'm not sure. Why don't I invite then for a beer one afternoon. You can meet them and see for yourself."
"How do you know they don't work?"
"Paul is retired. We talked about getting out while the time was right. Kevin works in the city, but he gets home early enough to have dinner then workout in the evening like I do."
A couple of days later, Bob called, "Hey, Ross. We're going to cut our workout short tomorrow night and have a couple of brews. I told them that I had a friend, I'd like them to meet."
"O.k. What time?"
"How's eight thirty?"
"Sounds good. I'll meet you there."
When I walked in to Bob's and my favorite bar, Jan, our favorite waitress, was delivering a pitcher to a booth where Bob and two other guys were seated.
She turned as I approached, "Hi Ross. I was afraid they were going to start without you and drink it all so I poured you a glass."
"Thanks, Jan," I smiled, "You're the best."
She blushed. But it was true. She was a great waitress. A good friend. And both Bob and I knew that she was a top notch sex partner.
Bob made the introductions as I was sitting down. I slid into the booth next to Paul. We talked in generalities until Paul mentioned that he had never seen me around the gym.
"Nah, I work out at the local recreation center. The gym doesn't have pool and I like to swim."
"Well, you look like you workout with weights too."
"The rec center has free weights and an indoor track."
Kevin looked at me, "Sounds good. Do they have a sauna and steam room?"
"No, just a hot tub or two."
Kevin continued, "How'd you and Bob meet?"
Bob picked up the pitcher and began to refill Kevin's glass, "Ross and I worked together for years. I retired first. Then he followed me. We had some common interests other than the job so we continued to see each other after we retired." I signaled for another pitcher.
"Common interests?"
"They sure do," Jan laughed as she set the pitcher on the table. "They spend all of their time and money here drinking beer and trying to hit on the help."
Paul raised his eyebrow. I wondered if that was because half the bar staff is male. Jan didn't mention she was a 'common interest' whom Bob and I shared.