I Went Where?

I Went Where? Ch. 4

Gerald drove out of the garage. This was going to take a while. Traffic was still heavy downtown. Gerald asked, "How do you know Pete?"

"He's a regular customer at my father's hardware store. I work there during the summers."

Gerald and I talked the whole way home. At one point, he asked me if we could go to his apartment. He warned me that if his roommate was home, he might try to get in on the action.

I was certain that if I said no to the roommate, it wouldn't be a problem. Gerald was letting me know an opportunity for a threesome. However, I had a lot to think about with everything that's happened in the past week. "Thanks, but I think I need to just head home."

It got me thinking about when was the last time I had an opportunity with two women in one night. Oh yeah. That was never.

Gerald handed me his phone after unlocking it. He had me scroll through his pics folders. He directed me to his own pics. He didn't have to tell me to open some of the pics. I saw ass pics and dick pics. Gerald was smooth all over, slender with a little muscle mass (not much). He was like 6'2". The dick pics showed a long, slender cock. It didn't look small compared to his height in the pics. Then Gerald said, "Go ahead and send any you like to yourself. I'd like those two pics that I saw. Do you have any more?"

"No. I just took those on the spur of the moment."

Gerald chuckled. "I love spur of the moment."

I picked a couple of pics and sent them to my phone. Once I found the texts on my phone, I sent my pics in return. Then Gerald said, "Choose which photo you want as your profile photo in my contact. I'll edit out any identifying marks in case someone else sees the screen when you text or call."

I could only stare at him. Gerald smiled, and said, "Relax. How often are you going to call or text me. If you're looking for variety, I can help you find guys, SAFE guys."

I told him. "I don't know what I'm looking for." I then explained what has happened over the past couple of weeks. My "straight" friends took me to a gay bar while I was so blitzed, I had no idea what kind of bar I was in. Pete (Mr. Carlisle at that point) saw me while I was there. He didn't approach me that night, but he did at the store the following week.

For the rest of that story, I'm afraid that I'll need you to read the previous chapters. Sorry.

I did tell Gerald the rest of what's happened, although I left names out. By the time I was done, Gerald was pulling into my neighborhood. He pulled up in front of my house and turned the car off. "Give me a quick kiss, Jack. I'll see you on Tuesday."

I looked out the window of the car. I didn't look long. I leaned over and gave Gerald a five second kiss. I would've liked it to be longer, but I still wasn't sure what I actually wanted. I was enjoying the sex. THAT, I knew.

*****

I was headed to my Saturday morning golf game when I received a text from Pete:

Do you play golf, Jack?

I'm pretty certain that he KNOWS that I play golf, but I responded with a

Yes

.

I replied hands free, believe me.

I've got a group of guys going up north for a golf weekend. Leave Friday afternoon and return late on Sunday? Are you interested in going?

Ok. This was getting more complicated than I could deal with while driving. A group of guys. He had mentioned a golf outing including Gerald and me, or was he inviting Gerald and me to an outing that he had already planned? It didn't take me long to reply.

Yes.

A moment later, I got a text from a new group. Pete had added me to the group chat.

Guys. The number added belongs to Jack. He'll be joining our group this weekend. We'll make formal introductions there.

When I got to the parking lot for the golf course, I looked at the responses to that group chat, including one from Gerald, welcoming me. Gerald also sent me a private text:

I asked Pete to put us in the same room. Is that ok?

I was so fucking hard reading that text, I would've cum with any direct stimulation. I really gotta work on that hair trigger. I replied:

Fuck yeah. Looking forward to it.

While I was on the golf course, I started receiving texts from Gerald, or should I say sexts. No pictures, but suggestions on what he wanted to do with me. This wasn't helping my golf game. Bryan, the guy in the golf cart with me, and my partner in our match, said, "Put that fucking phone away. Turn it off."

We were getting creamed in our match, and it was because of me. I finally turned the phone off. Bryan thanked me. "Whoever she is, can wait a couple of hours."

I said, "She?"

Bryan said, "Yeah. Get back in the game. You're better than this."

There wasn't much money involved in the match, just bragging rights until next weekend. $5 dollar nassau and losers had to buy one drink for the winners at the 19

th

hole. We usually broke up after that.

Bryan and I didn't get creamed, but we weren't able to salvage the front nine, nor the 18. $5 plus the cost of two beers. I have had worse days on the golf course. The other two guys drank their beers and left. Bryan was taking it slow on his beer. After they left, "Was that Patty texting you?"

Patty is the girl that I had been dating while in school last year. She graduated and moved to the West Coast.

I lied. "Yeah."

"She's quite a girl, Jack. You sure that you can handle her alone?" Bryan laughed at his joke.

"If you're interested, I could talk to her about it." This got Bryan's attention.

"Isn't she out west?"

"Yes. Just something that I can mention to her the next time that I talk with her." That reminded me. I haven't talked with her in over a week. Maybe she has been as busy as I have.

"Do you want me to talk to Carla?"

Carla was his girlfriend. Bryan was 6'2" and 220 pounds of white muscle. I tried to remember if I had ever seen him in the nude. I couldn't in the amount of time given. "You know her better than I do. I don't want to cause a problem with the two of you if you bring it up."

"We've talked about it. We decided that it would depend on the guy. She wants to see me fuck a guy. I've seen that ass, and if I was going to fuck one, it would be yours."

Fuck. I was hard again. "Talk to Carla. It might be a couple of weeks before I'm free for anything."

Bryan and I parted. I sent a text to Carl:

I'm done with golf and on the west side. Meet at Tar Pit in 30?

Carl acknowledged that he would be there, with Mike.

Fuck. Well, I was going to have to face Mike at sometime. Carl said that he wouldn't tell Mike anything, but Mike would not hesitate to ask me.

I was at the bar. I had ordered a burger and a beer from Lou. The old guy that offered me a blow job in the bathroom came over to me. Adam told me he was a nice guy. He said, "The offer is open, anytime that you're interested."

I looked at him. I held out my hand to him. "I'm Jack. I'm not interested today, but maybe another time."

Brad smiled. He gave me a quick shake and said, "Thanks Jack. My name is Brad."

He stepped back and nodded towards the door. "Looks like your friends are here."

Lou walked up as they were taking a seat. He asked if either of them wanted a burger and took their beer orders. He walked away to get the beers and Mike said to Carl. "I've got to go after the beer, but if you want to eat, maybe Jack can drive you home?"

Carl said, "That sounds like a plan to me. Can you drive me home, Jack?"

I said, "Sure."

Then Mike said, "Carl told me that you sucked his cock."

Mike was on my right, and Carl was on my left. I quickly turned to look at Carl. Carl said, "I didn't tell him that."

Fuck. Mike played me. I looked back at him and he gave my shoulder a shove. "You are so easy."

I was wondering how easy I was. I told them about going to the ball game last night. I didn't tell them about only seeing the ball game from 3 blocks away. That got the conversation switched to baseball and then football. Mike, Carl and I all went to the State University. That is where I originally met them.

Mike finished his beer shortly after Carl and my burgers were delivered. I needed to remember to tell Pete that the food was good. Carl and I had a glass of water as we finished our burgers. "How did you get tickets to the game, Jack?" Pete had told us that his company had season tickets to the games.

"Pete got them for us."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, but then there was a mixup, and we just wound up spending some time together."

"A "mixup"."

"Yeah. We wound up watching the game from the 15

th

floor of a hotel. We had a great view in from center field."

Carl said, "A room with a view?"

I thought back to last night. The view inside the room was as good as the view outside. For an old guy, Pete was in pretty good shape. I liked that. I looked over to Brad talking with some other old men. Could I offer my cock to a guy that I would never consider reciprocating on? I asked Carl, "Have you ever let Brad suck your cock?"

"Once. I think he gets a lot of that. He is never pushy about it. If he's asked you twice, he won't bother you again. He actually doesn't do a bad job. I've got other options. You ready to head to my place?"

I'm an option now. I kind of like that. I waved Lou over with my credit card. Carl said, "Hold on. You bought last time," and handed over his card instead.

On the way back to Carl's apartment, Carl said, "Do you want to expand on what happened on the 15

th

floor?"

I filled him in. "He was in a lot better shape than I expected him to be."

"So, did you enjoy it more because he was in shape, or because he was a "Daddy?""

I had to think about that question. "I don't know. His age is kind of hot."

"Brad's an older guy. Would you consider fucking him?"

No. But I was embarrassed to say it. Carl said, "Don't be embarrassed. If you're not turned on by him, you're not turned on. What you need to do is decide what turns you on."

I was hard again. Not because I was thinking of Brad, but I was thinking of what turned me on. We were at his apartment. I followed him up the stairs to his door. Mark (his brother) was watching the ball game on TV. I said, "Hey Mark. Who's winning?"

"Yankees. We've got no fucking pitching today."

That's a common malady for the team these days. "Pitching sucks this year. Hope they have something in the minors. I know they won't spring for a couple of free agents."

Carl brought me a beer. "Why don't we head down to my room?"

Mark had left last week when I gave Carl his blowjob and I have no idea if Carl filled Mark in on our activities from then. Mark was going to be in the apartment this time. "Give them hell, Mark." I followed Carl to his room. The apartment was the same layout as Adam's. Carl was turning into the room corresponding to the room with the sling at Adam's place.

I walked in and saw a queen size bed and a nightstand. There wasn't much more room in this bedroom. I don't know what I was expecting. I've seen Carl's room before. Carl told me to take a seat on his bed. He closed the door. He stood before me and said, "Well. Was it because of his age or his cock?"

I looked up at Carl. "Both, I think. I think that I would have enjoyed it regardless of his age. I'm just not sure that it wasn't better because of his age. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah. I haven't fucked any guys over 30, but I would do Pete. Is he hairy or smooth?"

"He has some hair."

"That is a notch against him in my book. I like them smooth. How long have you been shaving?" I really didn't grow much hair on my body, and shaved what did grow.

"After I graduated from high school. I thought about doing it before, but I didn't want to answer questions in the gym locker room. There were a couple of guys that shaved, and they got razzed by some of the guys."

"Keep shaving, Jack. It's a good look on you. I showed Gail a picture of your ass when I was fucking her the other night. She thought you had a cute ass."

"You showed her my pictures?"

"Just the ass pic. We're not exclusive though. Do you want me to show her the cock pic?"

I wasn't sure what he was suggesting.

"She said that she wanted to watch me take your virginity. I told her that she was too late for that. I guess that goes double now."

Carl started to unbuckle his belt. "Get naked Jack. I want you to lay with your head off the side of the bed."

I think he was going to try and fuck my throat. "Take it easy on me. Ok?"

"You know I will, Jack. But I guarantee you that WHEN I get it down your throat, whether that be this afternoon or another time, you're going to want it every time."

I could not imagine taking his cock, balls deep. He'd have to have at least 5 inches in my throat. I've seen it on videos with what I thought were similar cocks. I watched Adam do it a few days ago. I got undressed and positioned myself as he asked.

Carl stepped forward and laid his cock across my face, then moved his balls down so that they were on my mouth. I started licking them. I much preferred the smooth balls to the hairy.

I tried to get both balls in my mouth, but failed. I think that may be an impossibility. I worked on one ball at a time. I reached up and started stroking his cock. It was dry, so I had him bring it down so that I could get it wet. He entered my mouth and went right to the entry of my throat, then stopped. He fucked my mouth like this for a minute, then withdrew. I grabbed his cock again and started stroking him. He brought his balls back to my mouth and I was sucking on them again for a moment.

"I'm going to put my cock in your mouth again, and I'm going to press lightly. Try not to push me away."

He lowered his cock to my mouth and pushed until he got to my throat again. I felt the pressure and put up with it for as long as I could before pushing back. Carl backed all the way out and let me catch my breath. "I'm going in again. Try to breathe through your nose. Try swallowing when I press in."

I nodded that I was ready. Carl stroked inside my mouth a few times, then I felt the tip on my throat again. I took a breath through my nose and swallowed. Nothing happened. Carl backed off and stroked a few times, then tried again. Breathe and swallow. It started to enter my throat and I pushed off.

Carl said, "Get your breath. We're not going much further today, but I want to get in there one more time. Are you up for it?"

From my upside down position, I said, "Uh huh."

Carl started stroking his cock in my mouth again. After 30 seconds, I felt the cock enter my throat again. It didn't seem as if he pressed as hard this time. Then he did, and it slipped in another half inch. Carl held it there, moving it back and forth infinitesimally, never going deeper than that extra half inch. He was actually gradually backing it out. He started stroking in my mouth again. I took a grasp of the lower half of his cock, and was stroking it while he stroked inside of my mouth. I had a free hand, and grabbed a hold of my cock. I sprayed my chest in a matter of seconds. Carl lasted another five minutes and when he came in my mouth, I came on my chest again.

I was proud of myself. I swallowed it all down. Carl smiled and tapped me on the side of my face. "You're making a pretty good cocksucker. I could get used to this. Are you rooming with Ted again this fall?"

Ted has been my roommate since freshman year. First year in the dorm, then we rented an apartment together the last couple of years. We were both seniors this year. "Yeah. Same place." I'm not sure how he would respond to my sucking a cock, or getting fucked. That was a topic that had never come up. Never.

Carl and I got dressed. He had a date tonight, and I wasn't sure what I was going to do. I thought about going back over to the Tar Pit, but decided against that. When we walked back out to the living area, Mark was no longer there and the TV was off. Carl and I still had partial beers from earlier, so we sat on his couch and finished them.

I told Carl about the golf trip coming up next weekend. "There are a total of 12 guys on the trip."

"And this was organized by Pete?"

"Yes."

"Is he expecting you to service 11 guys?" I could tell that Carl was getting a little worked up.

"I don't know. I'll be seeing him and another guy on Tuesday. I'll be able to ask some questions then."

Then I told him about Bryan and his girlfriend. "As I was driving to the Pit, after golf, I got to wondering how Bryan didn't hesitate to suggest that he'd be fucking my ass. He doesn't know anything about what I've been doing this week."

"Were you texting with Pete while you were on the course?"

"No. But I received several texts from this other guy that I met last night, suggesting what he'd like to do with me. Bryan had to tell me to turn off my phone and get my head back in the game."

"You just met this guy last night?"

"Yeah. Pete introduced us. He was working at the hotel, then gave me a ride home last night. He'll be going on the golf trip with us and asked me to room with him."

"Is this the other guy joining you on Tuesday? At the Tar Pit?"

"Yes."

"Do you mind if I tag along, just as a casual observer."

"I think that I would like that. Thanks."

I left and decided to just go home. I had started reading a John Sandford novel (

Rules of Prey

), and decided to just read tonight. Before I went to sleep, I went to my favorite porn site and tried to find someone that reminded me of Gerald. It wasn't difficult. There were a lot of tall, slender, young guys with nice cocks. Most of them were smooth. I masturbated wondering what Gerald's cock would taste like, feel like. Would he let me fuck his ass? After I came, I cleaned up, brushed my teeth and hit the sack.

*****

On Monday night, about 9 o'clock, I got a Facetime call from Patty. She was just getting home from work on the West Coast. When I answered the call, she was holding the phone close enough, that I could only see her face and shoulders. Her shoulders were bare. "Hey lover. No hot dates tonight?", she said to me.

Patty calling me lover always gets me worked up. I could feel my cock responding. I was also wondering if she had anything on below those shoulders. "No. I'm partied out from the weekend, so just taking it easy tonight." Then I laughed trying to indicate that I was just joshing her.

Then she startled me when she said, "I heard about your partying. Bryan gave me a call."

Fuck. Bryan saw something before he had me turn the phone off on Saturday.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were into guys? I would've loved to share a guy with you."

"You would?"

"Yeah. I would've loved to get together with Bryan and you. Two big cocks, that can cum multiple times in a night. You would have enjoyed his cock."

"You've seen Bryan's cock?"

"Yeah. I dated him my freshman year."

I forgot. Bryan's in a 5 year program. While we are both graduating at the end of the year, Bryan started the year before me.

"Did Bryan tell you about Carla?"

"You mean, that Carla wants to see him fuck a guy's ass?"

"Umm... yeah."

"Yes. I asked him to videotape it for me. I'd like to see it too, especially if it's your ass."

Shit. I just came.

Patty asked me. "Did you just cum?"

This is not the first time that Patty has gotten me to cum, just by talking dirty to me. But this was the first time that I came without her or my hand on my cock. I nodded and said, "Yes."

Patty said, "Good. Now we can have fun." She moved the camera away from her and I now saw that she was naked. I was getting hard again already. I made sure my door was locked, and got my cummy clothes off. I put my earbuds in and told her that I would need to keep any noise down, since my parents were home.