After we had our steaks, which were perfect I might add. I did clean up again, donning my apron over my top and mini-skirt, where again I was playing little miss homemaker for the two men Darren and Dean while they sat out having coffee and then joining them once I was finished, I came back out to them with three beers, one for each of us this time. I didn't feel out of place doing this, feeling like I was one of them, because I was now... In a way...
Darren had lit a fire in a pit that he has set just to the left of the flagstone patio and when I came out the two of them were sat in those big wooden lawn chairs that have a different region or area of the country claiming to be the originator, but for the most part, people know them as those age old and super comfy outdoor 'Adirondack chairs'...
Wishing I had more clothes with me and knowing I would be having words with my Mom once we were all back in town, her with Patti and Carol in Vegas, and me here with the --men, I was going have a talk with her not only about her choices in my wardrobe for this fishing expedition out into the 'wide-gay-yonder' but more so for the lack of actual clothing she had included in my little travel suitcase.
Needless to say, with my black Yoga pants still hung up and drying, I was left with nothing warm to wear other than the bright second pair of leggings, the rainbow coloured ones Mom had so thoughtfully packed for me...
With these on and my big black hoodie, and a borrowed pair of Carol's purple coloured flip-flops that Darren had found in a closet, I was at least able to sit down and be comfortable as we all sat in these great chars drink cold beer and smoking yet another joint while kept warm by the wonderful fire Dean was stoking and feeding with logs every now and again.
Sitting between the two men, I was surprised that when the joint came to me from Darren on my left, Dean who hadn't smoked at all until now, he leaned over and took the joint from me before I could get a pull from it. I was surprised and looked at him...
"Here give me that...I don't smoke this shit but I like giving blow-backs... I'm sure you know what they are don't you Dale-baby.?" Dean asked as I sat looking at him, sort of dazed and stoned already, plus the beers didn't hurt either in making me confused, yet soft and compliant.
And also, hearing him going back to calling me 'Dale-baby'... I knew something was up...
Placing the joint in his white teeth I watched as he sat up in his chair and wordlessly waved me over to him, calling me and even ordering me to do as he wanted, and of course, being stoned, a bit drunk and also -- just being me... I moved forward in my chair, craned my neck out and puckered my lips, ready to let him fill my lungs with the thick, while marijuana smoke...and did he...
"Pfffft... Baaaghhh...Uh... Ahh hu --hu- hu..." I coughed out as Dean either not knowing what he was doing or he was wanting to kill me, either way, he blow far too hard leaving me to take in not only the smoke but half of the burning embers as well... Reeling I fell back into me chair, coughing a sputtering and left reaching for my beer...
"Whoops! I think you blow a little too hard for him there Dean buddy... You gotta go slow, especially with a delicate little flower like Dale here... Actually Dale I don't know if you remember but that night after the wedding when I gave you that blow back and kissed you..?" Darren began, first telling Dean why I was coughing my head off and tearing up like crazy and then coming back to me, asking if I remember the kiss?
"Really..?"
Are you fucking kidding me? Remember the kiss? That's how I ended up where I was -- dressed like a girl and serving these two men as their gay-fuck-toy all because of THAT kiss... Of course I blood well remembered... Sheesh!
Well... That's what I 'felt' like saying... However, I was trying to see if my lungs still worked, coughing and gasping for air and gulping my beer down...
"Yeah well, I stopped blowing as soon as our lips met, you stayed there and kissed me back... just thought I'd let you know that... Now Dean... Let him try again and this time, don't blow so hard..." Darren said to me and also to Dean but all I could think was him saying 'this-time'? Like I was going to have to do this again..?
"Okay come here little man... Let's try this one more time..." Dean said to me then smiling at me as I nervously sat forward knowing what to expect but also knowing that I wouldn't be able to back out...
But then just as I was close, close enough for him to start blowing he didn't... Instead, he put his hand to the back of my head, spit out the last of the joint and then kissed me hard on the lips. No joint, no blow back, just him...just Dean...kissing me...
Mmmmfff..!" I moaned at this unexpected turn of events.
Squinting I closed my eyes as he continued to hold me there, kissing me, his tongue snaking out, seeking my mouth and being the weakling I was, I let him in... I let Dean slip his tongue into my mouth, I let him French-kiss me with his big bushy mustache tickling not only nose but most of my face, I was too stunned to pull away. It was like Darren's first kiss all over again, only this time taken to the highest degree...
"Mmmmaah..! Ha-ha..! Got ya there little man... Dale-baby..." Dean said to me then as he let me go, letting me recoil back in to my chair, using my hoodie sleeve to wipe my wet lips and then looking to him where I was surprised to see him rising up this time and taking down his own shorts, his huge cock suddenly there, not three feet away from me. Out there, flopping semi-hand into his lap as he smiled at me offering me a hand...
"You've sucked your Master's cock for him today... Now it's time to suck mine..." He said to as he took my arm and in a flash, I could feel the switch going off in my head...
I felt like I was on air, rising out of my seat and wordlessly allowing him to guide me down, out of my chair and onto the gassy ground at our feet as we sat around the open fire pit.
Darren said nothing but he watched as I moved in a trance down in between Dean's legs and marvelled again at the enormous size of his girthy, vein-laden cock shaft.
It was so thick and growing thicker as I placed my right hand along his wondrous cock and instantly feeling his heat, feeling his manliness burning away more of my 'straight'- pushing me farther to the other end of the scale, into the 'gay-range' on this 'sex-o-meter' I'd been judged by through all of this very homoerotic - Alpha-male verses my beta-male weekend.