But now, as he stood naked out on the balcony, kissing a stranger and watching his lover of five years sucking the same guy's cock, he felt hot and sexy and slutty and nastier than he'd ever felt. He had to admit, it felt pretty damned good, too. His cock was hard and demanding attention, so Chad finished the kiss and dropped to his knees to suck his dick.
This waiter's mouth was hot and tight and had the suction power of a Dyson. He swallowed Kyle's cock and sucked on it greedily for a while, and then slid his lips up and down its length. As Chad sucked his cock, Preston stood and straddled Chad's back and kissed Kyle on the lips.
“Are you okay with this?” Preston whispered softly into his ear after kissing him for a moment.
Kyle moaned loudly, and his body stiffened. He grabbed Preston and pulled him tightly to his body as convulsions racked through him. He unloaded himself into Chad's throat and hugged Preston so tight he knew he had to be hurting his lover. It felt like he was shooting a gallon of cum down the guy's throat, and when Chad didn't even gag or come up for air, Kyle had to force himself not to laugh. Because that's what he did when he was nervous. He laughed.
“Fuck, dude, that was hot,” Chad said, as he wiped his lips and stood up.
“You're not fucking kidding, it was hot,” Preston said.
“Your boyfriend has a fantastic cock.”
“Yeah, I kinda like it myself,” Preston said, and kissed Kyle.
“Can you stay hard?” Chad asked Kyle.
“That definitely won't be a problem,” Kyle said.
“Good. Because your boyfriend's ass looks really fucking amazing and I want to fuck it.”
Kyle and Preston looked at each other, and Chad could see the tension and the hesitation. “I know some couples will only fuck each other, so if that's the game, that's cool too. But I'd love to fuck your ass,” Chad said to Preston, “while your stud of a boyfriend fucks my brains out.”
“Yes!” Kyle and Preston blurted at the same time.
“Good,” Chad said. He leaned Preston forward against the rail of the balcony and bent him over, then leaned down and licked his ass.
Preston moaned and wriggled his ass against Chad's hot tongue, and watched as Chad beat off Kyle. He had always loved Kyle's cock and was amazed at how hard it got and how it could stay hard after coming once or even twice sometimes. And right then it looked like it was about to shoot off another load just from being fisted by Chad as the waiter rimmed his ass.
As he licked and sucked on Preston's ass, Chad reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out two condoms. He handed one to Kyle, and stood and slid the other one on his own cock.
Preston's ass was well-lubed with the masterful rimming he'd gotten from Chad, so when Chad positioned the head of his cock at Preston's hole and gently pushed forward, his cock slid right in. Preston moaned loudly and bit down on his bottom lip. Though not the biggest cock he'd ever taken, it was certainly impressive, and with only spit to serve as lube and it was not the easiest task to take it all in one stroke. But he did it. When Chad was all the way inside him, he tightened his ass muscles around the big dick and leaned back to kiss the waiter on the lips.
Chad rested his dick inside Preston's warm ass as Kyle moved behind him. He expected the kid to spit on his cock and slide it inside him, because that had been his experience with young guys and because Kyle seemed anxious and ready to explode. So he was surprised when Kyle knelt down and licked around his ass for a few minutes. It wasn't the most expert rim job he'd ever gotten, but it was good enough, and combined with the feeling of his throbbing cock buried inside Preston's ass, he was on fire. He moaned and wriggled his ass around Kyle's tongue, while he slid his cock in and out of Preston's ass, and all three men moaned loudly.
Kyle stood and pushed his dick against Chad's ass crack. Chad stopped humping Preston, and stood still as Kyle pressed the head of his cock against his hole and then slid it slowly inside. Kyle took his time sliding his cock into Chad's ass, and Chad closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he savored the feel of every inch sliding into him.
When Kyle was buried all the way inside Chad, and Chad was buried inside Preston, all three men took a moment to breathe and relax and get used to the feel of their bodies working with one another.
And then they fucked. Chad started first, sliding his cock in and out of Preston's ass, which in turn caused his own ass to slide up and down the length of Kyle's cock. Then Kyle fell into the rhythm and the three men rammed into and onto each other as if they'd been doing it all their lives. Their moans couldn't be contained, and filled the quiet Puerto Vallarta night. Before long they noticed a few of their neighbors had come out onto their balconies and were watching the action, and a couple of them beat off as they watched the trio going at it.
“Fuck, dudes, I'm gonna cum,” Chad said loudly. He tried to pull out of Preston's ass, but Kyle moaned louder and pressed Chad's shoulders into Preston's back, causing him to shove himself deeper inside Preston. The feel of his entire torso pressed up against Preston's hot back, and his cock being squeezed tightly by Preston's ass was too much. He felt several shots of cum shoot through his cock, and he grunted loudly with each spurt.
“I'm cumming too,” Kyle tried hard not to yell. He pulled out of Chad's ass and ripped off the condom, throwing it to the ground.
Preston saw two giant wads of cum fall from above his head and drop to the ground. Then three large shots of warm cum hit his neck. Chad was still buried deep inside him, pressed tightly against his back, and hugging him from both sides. Preston felt Chad's head resting just below where the shots of Kyle's cum had hit his neck. A second later he heard Chad moan and felt him thrust his now softening cock deeper inside his ass. He knew that Chad was being turned on by feeling the remainder of Kyle's huge load land on his back.
Kyle's knees gave out and he dropped to the floor of the balcony. Chad pulled his soft cock out of Preston's ass and shakily sat next to Kyle. Preston turned around and faced the two young men. His cock was bigger and harder and redder than he could ever remember it being.
“It's my turn, boys,” Preston said, as he pointed his cock at them. “Are you ready?”
“Fuck yeah,” Chad said, and opened his mouth.
“Give it to me, baby,” Kyle said, and leaned his head in so that he and Chad were cheek-to-cheek.
Preston was already so close, it only took a couple of strokes. “Here I cum,” he said between gritted teeth. He always came a lot, but this load surprised even him. He showered both men until their faces were covered in his cum. Several drops landed in Chad's mouth, and he swallowed it and licked his lips for more. Most of the part that landed on Kyle's face hit his eyes and forehead, but he too got some on his lips and licked at it hungrily.
His legs gave out before he was finished shooting, and Preston fell to the floor and joined his lover and the waiter as the last couple of drops of his load hit the ground.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” Chad whispered, as he tried to catch his breath.
“That was really hot,” Kyle said, and pulled Preston to him. They hugged and kissed each other for a moment, and then pulled Chad down to join in on the kiss.
“You're welcome to stay the night,” Preston said, as the quiet of the night and the several martinis they'd had earlier began to kick in. He was fading quickly, and he knew it was only a matter of minutes before Kyle would be snoring.
“Thanks,” Chad said, “but I gotta get home. My boyfriend is gonna be wondering where I am. I'm not usually this late getting home.”
“All right,” Kyle said. “Well, thanks for tonight. It was fun.”
“Fun?” Chad said. “It was hotter than hell. If you're in town for a few more days, come back by for dinner. We can definitely do this again.”
He got up and dressed, and left a free meal coupon on the table as he left. Kyle and Preston didn't even bother to get up and move to the bedroom. They just hugged each other, naked in the warm Mexican night, and slept on the balcony.
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“I can't believe it's over already,” Kyle said, as he looked out the window and watched Puerto Vallarta grow smaller as the plane lifted off the runway and rose into the air.
“I know. It went way too fast.” Preston was feeling so many emotions at once. He was elated. He'd married the man he loved more than anything, and they'd had an awesome honeymoon. But he'd also cheated and betrayed the man he loved, and hurt him. Yet he was forgiven, and Kyle let him know that he was loved more than ever. And now they'd discussed the next phase of their relationship. It would be exciting to add some spice and some new men to their relationship every once in awhile. But could that excitement possibly lead to him losing Kyle? Would Kyle discover that the twenty-year age difference really did matter and that he could have more fun with someone his own age?
“What are you thinking?” Kyle asked.
“Nothing,” Preston said sadly.
“I love you. You do know that, right?” Preston had never been able to lie to Kyle. He knew exactly what his lover was thinking.
“Yes.”
“And what happened with us here is a good thing. I know you need this new arrangement, because of all of your experiences. I don't need them, I don't need anyone else but you. But that does not make you a bad person. Please know I don't think that of you. You need excitement and fun and spice and variety. That's cool. And trust me, I liked it. I thought it was fun, and I will enjoy it when we do it again.”
“I can't help feeling kinda bad about it,” Preston said.
Kyle reached over and held his lover's hand. “Don't feel bad. We're all different people, and we all have different needs. I'm very lucky. I know a lot of guys like you who are so wrapped up in their need for excitement and variety that they can't ever settle down and love just one person. You can and you have with me, so if you want a little extra excitement every now and then, I can handle that.”
“You're amazing,” Preston said, and kissed Kyle on the lips.
“Just remember the rules of the game. Always communicate and be honest with each other. Spice things up in the bedroom, with or without bringing someone else into our bed, and only play with others together.”
“I can definitely do that. And thank you for understanding me and for being such a damned amazing partner.”
“It's not hard at all. Going through life with you by my side is the greatest journey and most exciting dream I could hope for.”
They kissed and leaned in together to watch the last view of Puerto Vallarta disappear below the clouds.
PART IV
If I Could Turn Back Time . . . I Wouldn't
I
watched Kyle struggle with his tie from across the room. He hated very few things more than having to dress up, and never really got the hang of tying a necktie. It's not that he couldn't have gotten the hang of it; he just refused to do so. I could count the number of people I knew who were more stubborn than me on one hand, and Kyle was definitely one of them. Fucking Geminis. You can never reason with them because reasoning isn't a priority with them. Nor can you convince them of anything they aren't already convinced of, because they are never wrong. I know because I am also a Gemini, and I'm always right.
“Let me help you with that,” I said, as I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his neck. His face was already beginning to redden as I took the two ends of the tie from him and looped them around his neck.
“I don't know why I have to do this,” he grumbled. “I'm seventy-three fucking years old. You'd think I would have a say in my own goings-on at this point in my life.”
“Oh, shut up. You're a spring chicken. You do have to do this, and you don't have a say in it. So shut up and finish getting dressed.”
“This is really stupid, you know,” he mumbled.
“
Cariño
, I am ninety-three years old, and you are seventy-three years old. We are a gay couple who has weathered every kind of storm known to man, and have still managed to spend fifty years loving and living together. That is an amazing accomplishment, and our community wishes to celebrate us and throw us an elaborate party.”
“Which community is it, this time? I can't keep track.”
“All of them,” I said. “They're all coming together to make sure this is the social event of the decade. That's no small task, and we should be duly appreciative.”
“It's just gonna be a room filled with C and D list celebrities wanting to touch you and hog all your attention and have their picture taken with you so they can brag to their friends that they were âin your close circle of friends.' It's hideous, really. You write one or two international bestselling novels, and everyone suddenly has to be seen with you. Even as wrinkled and liver-spotted as you are. Truman Capote would not have let himself stoop to this level, I'm sure of that.”
“I've written
twelve
international bestselling novels, thank you very much, and am considered one of our country's greatest literary minds. I'm a living legend. And trust me, Truman Capote would not
only
have stooped this low, but he would have organized the party himself.”
“I don't like playing these games,” Kyle whined.
“Who are you kidding? There are just as many of your fans down there as mine. You weren't the heartthrob of gay cinema for twenty years because you don't like playing games. You thrive on them, and trust me, as soon as you swoosh down that spiral marble staircase, your game face will be on and you'll be charming everyone until the saccharine drips from your oversized pores. You're just grumpy because you didn't have any part in planning any of this, and you aren't in control.”
“Damn, you talk a lot.”
“I have a lot to say, and I'm old and might not have much time. So I gotta get it all in now, while I still have breath in my lungs.”
“It's a good thing you don't lean toward the melodramatic,” Kyle said, and turned around and kissed me.
Even to this day, after spending fifty years together, his kisses sent chill bumps up and down my entire body. He didn't even have to tongue me. Just the feel of his lips on mine sent my heart racing. It was a good thing I'd been taking palpitation medication for the past twenty years.
“I love you, Preston.”
“And I love you, Kyle.”
“Shall we?” he said, and took me by the arm and led me toward the door.
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The party was lavish beyond description. You'd have thought Kyle and I were Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton back in the day. There were a few successful and out gay couples around by this time. Society had crawled its way slowly toward acceptance, if not embracement, of the gay culture. Famous lesbian couples were everywhere, and had been for half a century. But there were only a handful of gay male couples whose relationships had survived their dual levels of success. And Kyle and I were the only such couple who'd endured the golden fifty years. So society and our friends and our various communities strongly believed we deserved such extravagent treatment.
And I agreed wholeheartedly. Kyle did too, I knew. He'd just never allow himself to admit it.
I was right, though. As soon as we descended the stairs and the applause started, Kyle's patented smile graced his face and he filled the room with his presence. I watched as he was touched and pulled and tugged and led around the room, and was amazed at how beautiful he still was. His Latino heritage had treated him well, and he didn't look a day over fifty. He still had a full head of shiny black hair. His thick (but carefully trimmed) eyebrows and long, thick eyelashes still made gay men of all ages melt. And his full, pink lips puckered and pouted even when he wasn't trying, which drove me wild. When he smiled and his dimples jumped out on his cheeks, I wanted to kiss them and dive into them and never leave.
I watched Kyle mingle and entertain
his
crowd. I could see that every man, and some women in the room fantasized about him. Even at his age. I was the envy of the room, and basked in that distinction as I strolled over to the quieter and slightly less gregarious group of
my
fans and friends.
Whereas Kyle's side of the room was mostly a younger (and by that, I mean the forty-to-sixty-year range) and gayer crowd, mine was a little more mixed. My books all had gay lead characters, but didn't necessarily revolve around gay-themed plots nor hold any gay agenda. I wrote a couple of romantic comedies that did very well, and one book of essays and a memoir that both hit number one on
The New York Times
bestseller list. But my real success was in the horror/psychological thriller genre. After the first, they were all at the top of the bestseller lists even before they were published. And so my “crowd” was quite a bit more eclectic than his. Young, old, in-between. Gay, straight, and in-between. Male, female and ... in-between.
But both groups were equally pretentious, and try as we may to deny it, both Kyle and I basked in it all.
Silverware clinked against glasses, and I found myself being nudged toward the stage at the front of the room. I looked over and saw Kyle was also being ushered in that direction.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the mayor announced loudly, and the room quieted immediately. “We're here tonight to honor two great men, and undoubtedly the best role models this city, or any city for that matter, could ever hope to have.”
The room erupted in applause. Kyle leaned in and hugged me.
“We gave them the key to the city years ago, we've made them honorary mayors, we've asked them to grand marshal more parades than anyone has a right to ask, and they've stepped up to the plate and made us proud every single time. So, tonight we aren't asking any favors or bestowing any honorary honors, or anything else. Tonight we just want to celebrate the lives of two truly great men, and one amazing couple.”
Another thunderous round of applause, and this time Kyle cupped my face in his hands and kissed me tenderly on the lips. The crowd clapped louder and a few people wiped tears from their eyes.
I knew Kyle would get into it once he was on stage. Not that he didn't mean and feel every second of his affection and action toward me, because there was never a doubt in my mind that he did. But he thrived in front of an audience.
“How about a few words from our favorite sons?” the mayor asked, and handed the mic over to Kyle.
“Thank you all so much for coming out tonight to celebrate with Preston and me, and to share in the joy of this evening.”
I watched in wonderment as my lover spoke to and enchanted the crowd. He made them laugh, made them cry, and left them wanting more. He truly was a gifted actor. But underneath all the polished training and careful diction, he meant every word he said, and that's what really endeared people to him.
“... And so, thank you again for being part of such a special night for us. But I'm just a silly old actor. I'm gonna turn it over to the guy who is really good with words. Baby, it's all yours,” Kyle said as he handed me the mic.
More applause and whistles and cat calls, which seemed ridiculous to me. At ninety-three, I felt like I should want the crowd to quietly clap their forefingers against the insides of their wrists to keep from startling me. But I was energetic and loud and boisterous, and had a reputation for being a ham, so the crowd knew exactly how to behave around me.
“Really good with words?” I asked, as I took a sip of my wine and winked at Kyle. “I was just gonna ask everyone to really drink up fast and get out so we can get to bed and fuck. I'm horny as hell tonight.”
The audience cracked up, and a few people spat out their drinks as laughter erupted from their mouths. It's not like anything was unexpected. I'd always had a flair for shocking people, and though my fame came with legit mainstream books, I'd gotten my start writing porn, and most everyone knew it and expected me to go for the shock factor.
“Seriously, folks, thank you for being here tonight. Kyle and I have been blessed to have you in our lives.” Looking over the crowd, I saw a few of the men we'd shared our bed with over the years. A few of them were guys we'd slept with only a few times, but a few more were men we'd regularly shared our bed and a good part of our lives with. We'd never even entertained the thought of having a committed three-way relationship, but there were four or five guys that we saw regularly for a couple of years each. They'd brought renewed energy and new perspectives to our relationship, and we remained good friends with all of them.
“At our ages and having been together for such an amazingly long time, we've obviously experienced some tough times. There were times when we didn't think we could go on. That life was too hard or that being in a committed relationship was too hard, or that achieving the level of fame we both did was too hard.”
I looked over at Kyle and felt my eyes mist up. He'd always teased me about being so emotional, so I was determined to get through this speech without crying. I took another sip of wine and continued.
“But whenever we felt like that, we remembered the magic that brought us together in the first place. You've all heard the story a million times, so I won't bore you with it again. But it was truly magic. When we felt like we couldn't take one more minute of each other, we turned to you, our friends. You always kept us on track and reminded us that our being together was not a choice. It was fate. Thank you for that.”
Kyle cleared his throat, and when I looked over at him, he smiled and raised his left eyebrow. That was my signal to wrap it up.
“So ... thank you for coming. Eat all the food, drink all the booze, and have fun. But do it in a hurry, because I took my Viagra half an hour ago and that crap about lasting four hours is bullshit!”
Everyone laughed, and we all returned to the festivities. It wasn't long before the party began to die down, and an hour after I finished my speech, the place was cleared out, and Kyle and I retired to bed.
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We crawled into our giant, king-sized bed and settled beneath the heavy, hand-embroidered comforter. Kyle leaned over and kissed me on the lips, told me he loved me, and rolled onto his right side, with his back to me.
I hadn't really taken any Viagra that night, and in fact, I hadn't taken Viagra in close to six months. I always kept a supply around, just in case. But they were more for my ego and pride than for my penis. But as I lay in bed, reflecting on the evening and reminiscing about the incredible life Kyle and I had shared, I found myself getting hard even without the aid of the little blue pill. It'd been so long since I'd had any erection, let alone one so hard and without the aid of pharmaceuticals, that I had to pull back the blanket and make sure I was feeling what I thought I was feeling.
Yesirree, I was. My cock was rock hard and throbbed against my belly. It hurt a little, but also felt wonderfully exciting.
I rolled over and pulled the top of the blankets back to expose Kyle's lower neck and upper back, and kissed him softly.
“Oh, my god,” Kyle said sleepily. “I can't remember the last time you did that. You used to kiss me to sleep like that every single night. But it has to have been at least ten years since you kissed me there.”
“Yes, it has been a long time,” I said, and moved closer so that I pressed the front of my body against the back of his.
“Holy fuck!” Kyle yelped, and turned around onto his back. “Are you okay, Preston?”
I laughed. “Yes, I'm fine. Better than fine, actually. I have a boner.”