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David's Contribution: David-Chapter 3
That first morning we woke up to a warm day with lots of sunshine and lots of work to do. Joe told me that we could expect life changes as time went on. I could have told him that but knew he liked playing Dad when it came to giving advice and information. He liked playing mom too in bed, but I didn't quite think mentioning that was politic.
My cock felt exercised, a little sensitive anyway, and for some reason it did a little jump whenever I thought of our first night, whenever I looked at his hands or face, whenever I looked at his wonderful ass. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. It didn't right away.
I liked sex a lot, like most guys. The few seconds just before coming and the few seconds spent pumping out my semen generated, was, for me, the meaning of life... all in a few spurts. I thought then that those millions of seeds would never break ground. That was then.
Joe wanted to travel, so I studied for my driver's license, went to driving school and got the license. We bought a Subaru Impreza which was comfortable and had a device which slowed the car when it got too close to the car ahead.
When Joe had my fly open while I was driving, that car feature came in handy. We left the car at home this first trip.
We sat and planned a week-long vacation in the van.
We decided to stay in campgrounds instead of Walmart parking lots. The amenities were better.
One Friday, we dropped by a grocery store and stocked the van, got gasoline, filled the van's tank, and spent the first night in a camp within 80 miles or so of home.
Our goal was to find a camp with some kind of transportation to Columbus, my first big city experience. The camp had a car that took people to town for a fee.
Joe and I were taken into Columbus and dropped off with our luggage in front of a very tall building. There were lights around the entrance. A bellman and his helper in uniform took the luggage on a cart into the lobby and Joe led the way to the front desk.
Joe had made reservations online...actually I helped him pick out the hotel sitting on the back lawn naked.
I distinctly remember thanking him physically as my contribution to the effort.
"Thank you, daddy," I said afterward, still breathing hard.
"You're welcome, son," he replied, lying sated on the warm green grass.
I digress.
The reservation person behind the desk looked at his computer, then us, then back to the computer. "May I see identification, please?"
I wondered why it was that the guy needed that when Joe whispered that the hotel didn't let just any stiffs off the street to fuck in the fancier hotel rooms.
The man behind the desk heard that and began to giggle.
He blushed a little and tried hard to keep a straight face. He handed us the plastic cards to open the rooms and flicked his hand toward us while looking at the bellmen, the youngest of whom had been staring at my crotch. He quietly spoke to them. I caught the word 'upgrade' and 'penthouse' in there somewhere.
My first elevator ride made my balls rattle around. The bottom of my stomach lurched briefly, and we went up fast, as did my dick looking at three cute bottoms in one elevator. We got off (the elevator) and found ourselves in a room with one double-door in front of us. The luggage guys took one of our plastic cards and put it into a slot and the door opened when a little green light went on. They went in first taking the luggage and turned on the lights and opened the curtains.
The rooms (plural) were huge with really nice, but very old furniture. Joe said some of it was hundreds of years old and from France. I told him the hotel for those prices might think about getting new local furniture, at least. The luggage guys giggled and just stood there. Joe gave them a twenty-dollar bill and they thanked us and left.
Then Joe took my clothes off, I took his off, we showered then, and did what comes natural to male lovers everywhere. The bed was way bigger than any I'd seen before and had enough pillows for a whole bunch of people.
"Get dressed, David," ordered Joe, not asking whether I wanted to or not.
"Who died and made you emperor?"
"Sorry. I thought you might like to see a gay bar, at least the stuff that goes on... and eat there."
Eating sounded good. We both dressed and a taxi downstairs took us to Brillante, a club Joe assured me was favored by guys just like us. He lied. None of them was remotely like us. They were dressed differently, acted a good deal differently, a guy dressed as a lady was carrying-on on a stage, the bar was crowded, the food wasn't too bad, the noise level was high and 4 guys came to our table and offered their bodies to us in the back bathroom "if we would care to join them."
I told Joe if he even stepped in the back, I would tan his ass when we got back to the hotel and I think he saw something in my eyes that let him know I was dead serious. I was dead serious about that for some reason, but probably would not have raised a hand in anger to my lover. He didn't know that for sure, however.
In spite of all that, the place was convivial and that may have had something to do with the amount of alcohol being consumed per minute. Hard to know.
We took a taxi home. Back in the room, Joe reassured me that the club was a place to go when bored, at least. I looked at him and asked if he was already bored with me.
The look on his face changed in a second as he realized what he had said and how it played in Peoria, so to speak. "Oh, David, I'm not bored with you. I won't ever be bored with you. I meant bored in the general sense...I thought both of us would need some entertaining for fun."
"Come over here and I'll show ya entertainment," I replied.
Joe sprang into my outstretched arms and we fucked until the early hours of the morning at which time my capacity to entertain began to wane or drain or droop, one of those words.
Breakfast was delivered to the suite by uniformed waiters who also expected a tip. The food was covered by silver-colored metal domes to keep them hot and mysterious, I guess. Like Joe.
One waiter was wildly beautiful, like a movie star and his body was perfect. My dick rose up to dance, so I put a napkin over my lap. Joe saw the move and followed my stare. Bless him, he giggled too.
"I saw that look, David. What the cock sees, the cock wants sometimes. Did that waiter float your boat?"
"All that glitters isn't gold, Joe."
"Want to take his ass to bed with me, David?" He emphasized the 'with' as opposed to 'instead of' part. That was due to me contributing to his education of being sensitive, without doubt.
I took the comment as a challenge. "That would be hot, I think. Do you think he'd want a roll in the hay with us?"
"For a really large tip, he might consider it."
The next morning Joe managed to have a private word with the waiter who shook his head at first, then grinned and nodded.
"What did he say, Joe?"
"He told me he wasn't a whore and didn't take money in return for play. He might have been saying what he had to say to such requests, but I have this feeling it's not the first time he's ever been asked."
"And... he said he'd be thrilled to take two gorgeous guys for a ride around the world after he got off work at 3 pm today. He'll be up, so to speak, then. We'll offer him a big tip afterward."
The interval between making an offer and learning that the offer is accepted is great...the waiting for that deal to close was a special feeling that included butterflies, anticipation, apprehension, lust, imagination, a bit of shortness of breath, a little terror, and second thoughts all rolled into one. Joe and I spent the time holding hands and looking down at the traffic below, hoping somebody out there was getting their jollies watching us.
Payne, the waiter, knocked at 2:59 pm. Joe and I jumped. We knew Payne was coming up but both of us were just a little on edge. Joe and I opened the door and gave him a hug. I let him feel Welcome and he gave Welcome a little tug and a rub. I saw Payne's pupils dilate a little when he felt the size of my cock. We locked tongues while Joe got involved with Payne's places. Payne seemed thrilled to be liked and his junk began to grow.
He accepted a drink from Joe out of the minibar. Payne shed clothes down to his shorts which in Payne's case was a really small speedo that didn't hide his best features. Joe had that small garment off in about three seconds.
We hopped into bed with Payne in the middle after taking a really fun shower with lots of soap, a nice rinse, and a lot of laughing. We talked for a while, 'touched' on a lot of topics. At some point I told Payne that Joe and I were eager to taste him and take him if he wanted.
I thought that asking him to say what he wanted was a good idea. He looked at me and said, "I want two brothers. One has to put their cock inside me and teach me how to fuck; the other I want for practice.
I leaned over and he leaned toward me and we kissed.
"I'm going to be the brother that puts his cock in your ass, bro. Joe is going to take your newly-talented cock and we'll all be happy fuckers."
My tongue thrust its way into Payne's mouth and took possession of what it found. Joe's hands were already at Payne's cock, stirring up things there.
Payne tasted like mouthwash and I explored his mouth, then his neck, back to his mouth, then down to his nipples. I tasted his hairless underarms.
He slid down a little to taste all of me and finally his mouth was on my cock.
He had obviously worked for a vacuum cleaner company previous to his waiter gig.
Joe had gone down to Payne's ass to eat him. I knew because when I swung in to cover Payne, mounting his back, my cock found a wet, relaxed hole which was still twitching a little, waiting for my hard pole. I filled him up with regular, so to speak, then switched to high-octane energy. Payne moaned his appreciation. If I had to guess, he liked my invader and actively participated.
I had never even imagined what happened next, the cows and bulls offering this trick. Joe had decided not to wait but had turned on his stomach somewhere north of Payne and slid down the bed feet first under Payne, advancing until his ass was just below Payne's cock and his legs ended up on the bed flanking mine. Talk about a rush!
Payne seemed to recognize opportunities when he felt a plump crack. His cock began its way to Joe's asshole or vice-versa. Dripping pre-cum, Payne managed to penetrate my lover while I was doing him and the noise level in the suite ramped right up. All three of us were happy in that moment and it didn't seem long enough before all us were pumping cum in each other and on to the bed.
I kissed Payne and thanked him for the ride, told him he was a good pony, a great brother, and that I would like to ride him again any time. He told me that my cock was a gift inside of him he wanted to taste and feel again. Joe thanked Payne for filling him up and making me so happy.
Payne collapsed then and fell asleep for a few minutes while Joe and I took care of each other.
When Payne awoke near suppertime, we invited him out to supper. After coffee and dessert, Joe's sugar high made him wonder out loud, "Whatever will we find to do now?"
Payne grinned that fabulous wide-flashy grin of his and looked over to me for inspiration. I smiled back. I couldn't help liking him.
"I'm sure three hot guys could come up with something to keep entertained," I pronounced. "Why don't we go back to the suite and consider."
When we got there, the suite's butler and the housekeeping staff had cleaned up, changed the bed linens, provided new towels, and brought in a huge vase of fresh red roses.
The great thing about food is that it provides energy. We used a lot of energy in the next few hours. Joe asked Payne for his address and phone number in case we had to call him to report a pregnancy.
Payne laughed and said he didn't think he would be dealing with a paternity suit but would love to see us again anytime we were in Columbus.
Joe whispered in his ear. Payne smiled, and I didn't see what happened after that, but Payne left a very happy man.
"I like the city, Joe."
"Something about the air, I guess."
Joe had a surprise for me later that night. "Would you be willing to fly somewhere with me tomorrow?"
I wanted to contribute to Joe's happiness as well as his butt, not willing to limit my 'Joe donations' just to sex alone, so I said, "Sure."
The next day a taxi took us to the airport with our luggage and we landed after all kinds of airport lines and some waiting and some nice earphones from Bose, a present from Joe...to the town of Palm Springs.
The sun was really hot there and a taxi took us from the airport to a resort out in the desert rocks with palm trees, stucco cabins and a huge swimming pool with a grotto and a play room and a lot of naked guys, some good-looking, some old and wrinkled, all friendly.
The flight had been long, but we still had enough 'oomph' to pull on swim trunks and then turn right around and go right back into our room and take them off.
No one else had swim trunks on.
In the pool, we noticed a bunch of hot guys in their young twenties jump up from their lounge chairs and dive in the pool for some reason. Several of them dived down and swam through our parted legs. That was stimulating to say the least.
Before long, I saw that Joe was against the wall of the pool with his head back and eyes closed, a couple of guys taking turns sinking into the water in front of him now and again. I felt a mouth on my cock and then then were two men in front of me.
I asked both of them to come to our room then and they politely accepted, not wanting to be rude, I guess. Once there, some astounding anatomy got displayed and I fucked them both into the next continent. Hard.
An hour later, Joe walked in the door laughing. He brought in a couple of other guys with cocks nearly the size of my bull.
"David, these guys want a shot at your gorgeous ass after I take you first."
I gulped, but wanted to contribute, so agreed to the plan. A lot of lube and patience later, Joe was high up inside me. My ass felt as if a taxidermist had stuffed me like one of those deer heads on the wall.
I began to understand why he liked it when I moved in and out of his ass.
At first, I could have skipped the experience, but after a few minutes something felt really good up there that I hadn't felt before. Then again, it was my Joe inside of me.
"No offense, gentlemen, but I'm going to dance with the guy that brung me." The two owners of the bull cocks must have understood, they left for greener pastures.
The next morning, sun streaming into the room, we woke and after a shower walked over to the breakfast buffet and fed our faces. Melons, juice, muffins, rather phallic-shaped breadsticks, and wonderful coffee were featured.
We wanted to try out the pool again so after breakfast we did, swimming over to the grotto to find guys fucking like bunnies in the dark corners on what looked like rubber air mattresses. No one objected when Joe and I found a clean, unused mattress and we joined in the fun.
There was something about fucking in public, on display, attracting some attention at times, yelling as loud as we felt like...we came like race horses in a crowd of thoroughbreds racing around a track.
Joe and I dropped by the 'play' room. Neither of us were turned on by leather, the St. Andrews cross, or handcuffs. It just wasn't our thing.
We had both enjoyed a third guy. Doing Payne had been a lot of fun. Joe and I decided to keep our eyes open for another guy like him but found no one. When supper was over, we went to our room and Payne was sitting on our bed.
Joe and he had hatched up his trip for us to enjoy. I was stoked to see him and must have shown it in some tangible way. I remember that my cock went from 20% to 100% instantly and it began to leak a little, thinking that it was going to get some action.
Payne giggled and lifted his gorgeous face for a kiss then down to lick the drips. Then Joe kissed him and thanked him for flying to Palm Springs.
"My pleasure, guys. I was hoping to see both of you again. You guys could be an addiction. My cock and ass have been itching all day in a good way. Let's make up for lost time."
Payne was a leader in the bedroom. I liked that.
Most guys, in the bedroom, do the things they like to do, the things that turn them on, the things that give them the most pleasure and tend to neglect the things that give them less pleasure.
So it is, that some people inadvertently get to a place where their usual activities become routine. The three of us decided we would try everything that didn't absolutely hurt or turn us off completely, the opposite error.
Payne began by kissing every square inch of our bodies. He licked what he didn't kiss as we kept our hands on the bed. Turned out that Joe really liked his toes being sucked, something I hadn't discovered yet.
Payne had the genetic ability to curl up his tongue and make it into a spear. He would then insert that spear into my anus, in and out rapidly, and since it was a little rough, it felt wonderful there. Joe's tongue couldn't do that.
Joe showed Payne the technique of licking Payne's nipple then blowing on the wet nipple, a great way to increase the sensitivity there. Then Joe bit the skin over Payne's collarbone hard enough to cause a pinch and redden the skin.
Payne jumped at first...so did his cock.
Then I contributed to Payne's education by inserting two fingers into his ass, finding his prostate gland in front and gently rubbing the fuck out of it. He woke right up and screamed his pleasure at that, wriggling around as if at heaven's gate.
It wasn't long before Payne's cock had found its way into Joe. Payne varied his thrusts like a musician, changes in tempo included. Payne used all the pedals and all the rhythms, crescendos, diminuendos... The guy was a fuck-master.
There was a difference, however. I liked Payne's ass. I loved Joe. I enjoyed the three of us.
My reaction the next week, once home, to Joe's idea was an over-reaction. He and I had finished lunch and were headed down to the river to dive in.
"David, we had fun with Payne last week. I don't love him. I love you. What would you think of including him in our arms at least if he wants that? Would you be comfortable living with him too, perhaps for both of us to start to have feelings for him? Is there room enough in our hearts for another? Can we love more than one person at a time?"
Obviously, I had not expected the idea and told Joe I needed to know what I didn't have that Joe needed to replace. Once my mind got done with the surprise, I found him down by our grass patch and we talked about it.
He told me that I had everything he wanted. I took him at face value when he told me that Payne was another man to love for both of us.
"I have feelings for Payne," he said, "and I think you have the beginnings of an attachment as well. I know us pretty well now, we have more than enough love to give. I will never love you any less if I love another. That's true for you too."
Neither of us had experience loving more than one guy at a time. I'd heard of polyamory and throuples; I hadn't ever thought of that as something I'd need to think about.
Not to say the sex hadn't been terrific and that we both liked him very much. On the other hand, what could we give him and what could he give us in the way of love? We hadn't shared experiences as had Joe and me. We didn't know him or his background well yet. Was it emotionally safe to invite him to our home to take an equal place with Joe and I before we knew him?
In the end, Joe and I decided together that a visit to our house for a couple of weeks would give all of us more information. Not as a trial, but as a 'chemistry' lab sort of experience.
Bluntly, the questions beyond sexual attraction (he passed that one) were about the direction of his life. Would he be happy with us country boys? Would he like what we ate? How would we parcel out our times together? Would Joe and I ever have sex alone again? Would Joe and Payne do each other without me?
Would I be eventually left out? Would anyone be jealous? How would we handle that? If sometimes two out of three had sex and the third came home, would they freak? Should things be scheduled to prevent that and if so, would that schedule kill spontaneity?
Joe and I read everything we could put our hands on including the stories in Nifty. There was a story there about 'A Throuple of Bums' that helped too. In the end, the decision was easy. A couple either tries it or doesn't. We decided to try it and step into the unknown, but with some information if possible.
I called Payne one day in Columbus and asked him to visit us for a couple of weeks. I told him we'd like to get to know him better. He brightened right up and said he'd be honored. He would arrive in a week and stay for 2 weeks, longer if he could or if we wanted.
Payne arrived that day before supper. I was cooking supper and my hands were floured up; I was baking my little heart out. Joe was in the garage working on the van motor. When the doorbell rang, I went to the door and opened it with a clean towel and asked Payne to make himself at home in an upstairs bedroom of his choice. I offered him a drink, he chose water and got it himself in the kitchen.
"Take a load off, gorgeous. How was your trip?"
"Good. Saw a lot of crops about where you'd expect them to be for this time of year. I see Hampstead has a Kroger grocery. I like their produce. Do you like it?
"Yeah, it's the 'go to' food store here. We don't have or competition just yet. Hey, my hands are clean now. Can I have a hug? And/ or cop a feel?"
"I thought you liked me for my mind."
"That's me. Just your head."
"Where's Joe? Maybe he'll be nice to me."
I took a deep breath. It begins, I guess. Do I get to participate in bringing them closer? Then I decided that my contribution to Joe could be to facilitate his happiness and if that meant greasing Payne's skids in Joe's direction... I could start now.
"Joe's out in the garage working on the van engine. He'll be vulnerable with greasy hands, so you could cop a feel before he could defend himself."
Payne grinned that familiar grin, gave me a deep kiss and rubbed my cock for a breathtaking minute or so and walked in the direction I pointed.
Five minutes later they walked in the back door, clothes still on, happy, chatting, Payne kind of herding Joe, Payne's crotch pressed to Joe's ass, pushing Joe along into the kitchen, ready for supper or something more fun.
I thought to myself, "Hey, Payne, you get off on herding too? We might be fellow herders here. Then my cock jumped up.
I said to myself, "David, you contributed to that. You did the right thing."
Over supper we talked about everybody's family, family histories, birthdays, favorite things, views on life, aims and goals, education. Payne came from a small town in Iowa. His folks had discovered the magazine under his mattress when he was 15 and told him to exit stage left and not return.
He had supported himself as an escort in Columbus since, staying off the streets, fortunate to have met some like-minded decent guys who didn't do drugs, drink to excess or dive into kink.
"I told people from the beginning that I was available for fun, not pain or kink. I played safe and always did. It was a rule for me. I got tested at intervals and have stayed HIV negative."
"I've been fortunate to avoid sexually transmitted infections. I'm also HPV negative and never had hepatitis either."
"I'm still young. Whatever I'm doing in twenty years, it will be different from what I've been doing, that's for sure. I'm like everybody else in a lot of ways. I want to love someone and be loved back. I want some kind of family. I want to find work that I can talk about and be good at. I want to be proud of myself."
Payne was calmly explaining his history and goals, not emotional, just practical sharing with two friends.
Payne didn't know he had been invited to see if there was chemistry. Neither Joe nor I had slipped him that one. We had agreed beforehand not to say that to him.
Joe and I looked at each other over the cherries jubilee and I nodded.
"Payne," Joe began, "David and I have been talking before your visit. We are an open couple, at least to you, the only person we've been open with. It turns out you are the only person we are wanting to be close to in that way. Permanently. We would like you to consider being a part of our small family, a third of it actually. We are a mixture of country and city; we think we might like to travel a lot."
"At the same time, we wish to maintain a productive farm and we will hire the help we need to get that done. David is interested in getting more education. He has experience in survival and animal husbandry and is a fantastic top, as you have discovered already.
Neither of us has a burning desired to be fathers but neither of us is opposed to the idea on its own, either. We just haven't pursued that."
"David and I are wanting to know you better because we both think that love is an intelligent appreciation of another person. The corollary to that is that nobody can love somebody they don't know, except in the abstract."
"Are you interested in getting to know us and perhaps progressing to more than we have now? No buy-in required. David and I have a ton of money and you would share that wealth because we want to, not because we have to."
Joe paused here for a reaction. Payne was stunned. His 22-year-old mind was trying to take all that in. Joe stood up and motioned Payne to stand, then took him in his arms.
"Hey man, you don't have to answer all at once. It's a new idea for you and we have the advantage because we've had time to analyze it. Don't be pressured."
"I don't feel pressured. I'm feeling stunned. I've wanted a family for so long and now that the chance is right in front of me, I'm speechless. Can we decide at the end of the 2 weeks?"
I looked at Joe and nodded. "Sure," said Joe cheerfully, "I wanted to check out what kind of toothpaste you use anyway. And we have to make sure you don't snore and that your hygiene is good!"
I reached over and swatted Joe on the butt playfully and told him to lay off the lad.
That evening the entertainment was Monopoly and Payne cleaned up.
Breakfast the next day was cold cereal, milk, eggs, bacon, and canned fruit followed by chores in the barn which all of us pitched in to finish. We spent a few hours in the garden moving weeds around, then we were off to the river.
It was hot and the water was cool. Payne, naked with us easily without even thinking about it, swam like a fish and oh what a view. It was hard not to be hard. So, we didn't try to avoid natural reactions.
Lying on that same patch of green grass, the three of us fucked with feeling, perhaps the beginning of love. One of the quickest ways to kill love is to continually ask 'do you love me yet?' over and over, so we didn't. Joe and I felt we wouldn't want that pressure, so we kept our mouths shut.
That evening we watched television and each of us chose a show we liked, so we shared the remote around.
The next day we grocery shopped at Krogers. Payne loved to cook and shop. He was good at picking out produce and tended toward a plant-based diet by choice but ate some fish and occasional chicken. Once he ate lamb but didn't like other red meats and never would touch bologna or hot dogs. "I guess you guys know I like your meat and even 'eat' it, but I don't digest it."
We knew Payne was still thinking when he began to ask us that final week how we met and what kept us together besides the obvious. I trotted out my theory about me contributing to Joe and Joe told him that I needed him. The elephant, unmentioned, in the room was how would Payne fit in and what would be the flame that lit his candle for us. We loved his ass and we loved his background. How could we fall for him as we had fallen for each other?
The answer came out of the blue one day like a lot of good answers tend to do. Payne asked both of us if he could sleep and make love and talk to each of us alone. He watched our reactions closely.
By then Joe and I were in sync about that and our response was positive and rapid and without hesitation, I looked Payne in the eye and told him that making Joe happy would make me happy. Payne's eyes swung to Joe who said and did the same thing and meant it like I did. This was a turning point for the two of us and I think Payne wanted to have the chance to say yes or no to each of us as potential lovers, not as an audience to play to.
Joe's night was that same night and I read a book in the living room for a few hours imagining stuff, feeling like I was taking the test for Joe, a test for which I hadn't studied enough. I should have taken a sleeping pill or something perhaps. Joe didn't tell me details of that first night for a long, long time. I did notice that Payne herded Joe again the next day big time, Payne's clothed crotch against Joe's clothed ass guiding it around furniture and corners and through doors.
Joe seemed to welcome the contact, submitting his ass to a stronger, at least more forward, top, and kissing Payne in front of me and groping his in front of me. It was a turn-on for me and a little frustrating too.
My night was the next night. Payne and I undressed first, then he begged me to fuck his ass. Without a lot of preliminaries, I did some serious work along those lines. After we both shattered records for distance shot and volume, Payne told me he wanted to just talk to me.
He told me that he had never known adult love, just sex. That love had been extended from us and inside of him he liked, admired and appreciated us and wanted to spend the rest of his life with us.
As for love, he wasn't sure that he understood the concept totally, being new to it, but as for the sexual part of it and the emotional part of it, he was in for life.
"I love you, David. I want to love you more. You make me feel wanted. You are a real man, not an actor. I feel that you respect my feelings and I like that a lot. I want to share Joe with you. You are a superior fucker with a better tool than mine."
"Joe seems to love both of us, David. Is it OK with you if you and I love each other and Joe too? Can the three of us love each other and share each other too? I want to try us as a throuple."
"You want me even though my previous profession is what it is. You've not judged me. When you are inside of me, I feel loved."
"I love that you honor Joe by letting me make him sexually happy. I can't imagine that was initially easy for you. I want to make love with you sometimes and him sometimes and all three of us sometimes. If you want, I'll volunteer to make the schedule and we can all talk about it. I'll take my turn in the kitchen and doing chores and swimming in the river when it is hot."
"If we decide someday to have kids, I'll parent beside you. If we decide to bring another into our family someday, I pledge to participate in the decision and love who you love. I will move where you move and build when you build. I know you'll be patient with me."
"Hold me, David, I'm yours."
I didn't cry exactly. I understood him, accepted him, loved him and was through talking, through listening and swung into action. I got busy kissing him and making him feel good. That involved parts of me that stood up, stretched him, filled him, and warmed him up. Sometimes a guy just has to show after the tell.
The next morning, the three of us sat around the table. "I'd like to join your family," Payne said over toast. "Permanently. Can I just stay here? I can call Columbia and tell them to take the job and give it to someone else."
"It might be a good idea for you to keep your apartment in Columbus, or upgrade there if you feel the need, so we'll all have a place to stay and play together in the city."
Joe chimed in. "Speaking of play, the weather is going to be hot again today. After chores, let's all go see if that patch of green grass has grown any since last time."
"I think that Payne needs some 'Joe' time. Why don't you two go check the grass after chores? I bet you two can find something to do and say out there. It will be our throuples first 'one-one-one' time, our anniversary." They both thought that out and nodded.
"Let's start our 'one on one' time schedule. We'll all benefit. Payne, you look like you need some Joe. I had him last night and will get both of you tonight, so I'll have some recharge time."
"Payne, can you and Joe take a minute today and come up with ideas for the schedule. I'd be happy with 'one on one' at least a couple of times a week and the three of us together at least twice a week. If anyone has the urge for additions to the schedule it would be fun to talk about it first, the three of us, to give the third guy the chance to join in or not. If two of us are busy having our couple time when it's our 'turn', the third guy should butt out and not 'offer' to enhance their experience."
"Just saying. If the scheduled guys take it to a secluded spot, that would be best. Let's not bring our moans to the third guy who might be reading a book or watching TV or whatever. The third guy might be doing something that required concentration or rest or something. We could agree that any two could offer to convert to a three-guy party if the third guy consents."
"We might agree that kissing and sucking and touching and anything else is OK between anybody on unscheduled days without getting a license from the third guy. Something has to be permissible and spontaneous between lovers if it doesn't interfere with a scheduled time that day. On the other hand, if my ass is getting worked over, I don't want to hear that some other guy sucked you off an hour ago and now you just can't get there."
"Any thoughts?"
"Sounds perfect," said Payne.
Joe nodded and grinned. "If Payne comes up with a tentative schedule for the next month, we could all look at it and sign off at supper tonight or something." He leaned over and kissed David and Payne in turn. His hand resumed playing with Payne's pieces under the table. .
"Sounds like a good way to keep the bulls from rioting,"
Later that morning, Joe and Payne lay on the grass by the river. Still damp from their river dive, the sun had nearly dried them. Payne stroked Joe's abs and chest, reaching up sometimes to trace Joe's lips and closed eyelids. He leaned over and kissed Joe's arm, his strong biceps defined. His mouth brushed Joe's shoulder, then his neck. He gently nibbled Joe's ear on that side, the tip of his nose and settled into a central spot on Joe's warm, soft lips.
"That feels good, Payne. You and David have been so protective. I feel safe with you and when you are inside me, I feel damn near invincible. I want you to shoot inside me and give me some of you. I love when you do that, your face, your earnest effort, your muscles convulsing when we mate. How does it feel to love two guys, Payne?"
"Like the luckiest guy in the world. You are very special to me, Joe. You must love me to allow me to join your bond with David. I appreciate and love you for that and for another reason...your kindness."
"You cheerfully give, and you don't take advantage. The world doesn't have many men like you. I want to be more like you. Did I tell you I love you? I want to show you how much."
The two, then, as men have done for many centuries, enjoyed man sex together, coming together in an explosion of core sharing, another layer of bonding, enhancing the structure and the varnish of love a little, mission accomplished. Payne's wet cock felt sheltered and valued in its warm cocoon.
All three men slept well in the same bed that night, both David and Payne herding Joe in the middle with their hands clasped across his belly. In the morning, Payne and David had worked themselves into a state where their morning shower saw both of them taking very good care of each other's equipment, soaping, rinsing, sucking, inspected, touching. Joe watched, touched by their giggles covering their urges to mate in front of him.
"Guys, I'd like to see Payne fuck David. Can you do that for me?"
They could. They did. David mused that it wasn't a direct contribution to Joe, but it had to be a contribution to Payne...and he had the first epiphany of his young life.
David's whole life was his contribution...he could give to both of his lovers at the same time.