"I guess Kurt's fallen completely off the map," Tim messaged me.
It was 6 a.m. on a Friday, and both Tim and I were feeling frisky. Kurt had truly become distant since he and Alice got back together, but then we got word the two split once more, and figured he might want to play again.
"I sure miss sucking that cock," Tim messaged as we texted of him.
We both tried checking on him, and I'd go a step further in calling, only for the phone to go straight to voice mail. I loved our little "triangle" as on the surface we were "pals," but behind closed doors we made each other climax due to the chemistry we carried. It was a shame that a friend of Kurt's nature became a part of our past as sex wasn't a requirement, but hearing from him, knowing his well being was. We didn't weep for we had Ramsey, and now Ira, the beefy Army veteran who was susceptible to be flirted on.
"You two guys are on the porch, sweating out the Texas heat, eh," he asked one afternoon he came by.
We were on my porch sitting outside a bit, toking a joint as not to get the smoke in my place.
"Just wanted to get a good view, you know," Tim said to him.
"A good view of the smoke," Ira joked. "Say Ben, the office ain't been the same since you left. The crew they got now, absolutely horrible. I put in my transfer already."
Ira and I knew each other as he would play substitute carrier and rotate throughout our region, but would stay put after I left.
"Put out that bud and go in the house," he suggested.
"We will, but when you retire and do whatever the hell you choose, you'll understand," Tim told him.
He nodded to us after handing off the mail, and Tim and I would take a look at the beefy Brazilian bear.
"What I'd do to get him in bed," Tim whispered.
Ira at 55 was spry, and a beefy guy with boobs, belly and butt, along with softballs as calf muscles. He still carried that sexy accent of his despite being a retired U.S. Army colonel after 20 plus years of service. We both caught a boner each time we saw him, and contemplated "making him a sandwich." The next day, we'd do the same thing in the same conditions, roughing it to puff a bit with intentions of "checking his temperature," just to see if he was hot or cold to us.
"Hurry up and retire so you can be on the porch, too," Tim told him.
"Smoke some bud, and be on the porch with hardly on clothes on," he said as we both only wore shorts.
I knew he picked up on us, and a part of me knew he was at least curious. Tim and I chose to keep it friendly whenever he came around, not overplaying our hands as he might've straight as a street marking. The next day however, he inadvertently flirted, and in turn I offered beer time with him to see just how authentic his advance was.
"One of these days I'll take my shirt off with you," he said
He had a look in his eye, one that hinted he wouldn't mind spending a little naked time with two retirees. I had a hunger for beefy, chubby men at that moment, and Ira looked like freshly seasoned and cooked prime rib, just asking to be gnawed on.
On this day that he flirted, he gave us his phone number, and the fourth day he met us at Tim's porch, and claimed he was takijg a break on his route before Tim made him follow us inside.
