Goldilocks and His Three Bears (4 page)

Brian giggled. “We're in the front yard, you horndog.” He wriggled, getting grass in his nose and some in his mouth while thick fingers dug into his sides, tickling. “Damn.” He tried to roll, got hold of a piece of Scott and flipped him.

Eyes like melted gold looked up at him, big smile and hard muscles. Scott laughing and still tickling him, hands wandering over Brian's ass, groping.

Brian yelped and fought and finally did a little groping of his own. After all, it was right there.

“Let's go inside, sugar,” said Scott, suddenly serious. And they raced into the house, stripping clothing as they ran through the living room. Brian gave Scott an appreciative once-over as the man came at him. He'd not really had a good head-to-toe look the last time. Scott was covered with curly golden hair that glistened in the afternoon light coming through the windows. His cock wasn't in proportion to his height. It was long, and his balls were substantial.

Brian swallowed. Pointed. “That is a nice piece of equipment, man.”

Scott screeched to a halt, spread his legs, and shook his thing happily. “Pride ‘n joy.”

Brian laughed. “You are something else.”

“You know it,” said Scott, coming toward him with a wiggle and a stalk. “Not too bad yourself, babe. You gonna let me have a piece of that?” And like that, Scott was down on his knees, eye to eye, so to speak, with Brian's cock.

“I'm starving,” said Scott. He looked up at Brian, pouting, producing a condom with a flick of his fingers. “Feed it to me?”

Grinning, Brian sheathed his prick, then, gently holding Scott's head, guided himself between Scott's eager lips. A tongue wrapped around him and sucked hard, those lips soft and firm. He rocked slightly in and felt Scott swallow around him like it was nothing.

Daring a bit more, Brian pulled back slightly and rocked forward a little. Scott hummed happily and sucked harder, his throat closing convulsively around the head.

“Aw, fuck,” said Brian, fingers in those straw-colored spikes, and cock hard as rock and stuck in a vacuum tube. A hot, tight, crazy-with-tongue vacuum tube. Cursing, pumping for real, he felt hands tugging on his balls, a finger rubbing at his perineum, circling his hole. Scott's nose in his groin, Scott moaning around Brian's cock.

Glancing down, Brian could see the white of Scott's elbow pumping, a muffled groan buzzing around his cock. Just the thought of Scott coming from sucking him off pushed Brian over the edge as well.

“Wow.” He was a melted pile of man-mush on the floor with Scott and a puddle of come. “I can't feel my legs.”

Bony knees and elbows flopped about for a minute until they were both propped against the wall. Brian sighed. “If you have anything to do, don't mind me. I think I'll take a little nap right here.”

Scott grinned widely. “How do you feel about football?”

“Mmm?” said Brian. “Balls and feet not my favorite combo.”

One thick finger gave Brian's head a gentle
thunk
. “The sport, blondie. You know. Pigskin and the gridiron.”

Brian shook his head until brain cells settled right side up and in their proper corners. “Oh. Football. I love football, actually. I'm a Giants fan.”

“You evil bastard. Pittsburgh Steelers are the team.”

“Since when?”

“There's a game on. You want to watch it?”

“Sure.”

And that was sort of the way things went with them. Scott was an eager, happy-go-lucky fuck buddy. He liked taking it up the ass, and he liked sucking cock. He was pretty much agreeable to anything else, but those were his main hobbies. As often as Brian came to the bungalow and they fucked, they also did nothing more than hang out watching random sports on TV or playing ball in the backyard.

Brian would have been fine except for the constant reminders of Paul and Jim. Jim he missed, but he pined for Paul.

“That's the main man's bedroom,” said Scott from behind him. “Don't want to be rude, man, but you shouldn't go in there.”

“Sure, I know,” said Brian. “I was just looking.”

Scott peered over his shoulder into the empty bedroom. “Neat freak,” he said. “And a real top. Like old school, you know? Bet he's got some fun toys in there.”

Brian wondered sadly if
his
toys were stored somewhere in that immaculate bedroom.

He sighed.

Scott gave him a quizzical look. “What's the problem, sugar? You look all pale and wan.”

“Pale and wan? Are you kidding me?”

“No seriously, you look like you need more meat.” Scott grinned. Slapped his own behind. “Got some right here.”

Brian laughed. Scott was great.

One morning, Brian came into the house and found Scott absent, but a pretty young woman in the kitchen.

“Oh, hi!” About five two, with bouncy red curls. Tiny and freckled and wearing nothing but a pair of pink thong panties and one of Scott's T-shirts. She bent over the sink to turn off the tap, going up on her toes, and Brian considered her in an impartial way.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“Kendra.” She sipped the water she had gotten and looked him up and down. “And you?”

“Brian,” said Brian. He held his hand up to show the keys and his other hand out for a shake. “I water the plants.”

“Oh,” she said. The hand that shook his was small, but the handshake was firm. “Scott and I... ” She dimpled, eyebrows raised. “I thought you were one of the roommates.”

“They aren't here right now,” said Brian, feeling stupid. “Uh... you mean, you and Scott?” he waved a finger back and forth between Kendra and Scott's bedroom. “Are... ”

Kendra shrugged. “He said I could use his shower. I don't have to be at work until two this afternoon, and he had to leave early.”

This didn't even come close to answering Brian's question, but he gave up. Went to water the plants. And when he came back, a dressed Kendra was in the living room holding herself upright with a hand on a table while pulling a pair of impossibly high strappy sandals onto the tiniest feet Brian had seen in some time.

“I made you uncomfortable,” she said. “I'm sorry.”

“Huh?” Brian wondered how a person could have feet that small and remain standing. “No. I was only surprised.”

“Scott said you guys are gay,” said Kendra easily. “But you don't hate girls or anything, right?”

“Some of my best friends are girls,” said Brian.
But I don't expect my fuck buddy to sleep with them.

“Hi.”

Scott was in his bedroom when Brian next came over to water the plants. He looked up at Brian standing in the doorway and grinned in that cheery way of his.

“Hey there, sweetums.”

“Um... I met Kendra.” Brian frowned and danced from foot to foot.

“Yeah? She's a doll, isn't she?” Seemingly unconcerned, Scott opened a drawer and plunked folded shorts into it. Opened the one beneath it.

Brian leaned against the doorway and folded his arms. He had no idea how to ask what he wanted to know.

“Hey. You wanna see my collection?” asked Scott, pulling open a dresser drawer.

“Collection?” asked Brian, peering into the dresser drawer. It was filled with dildos.

“Wow.” Brian was kind of stunned.

“Gets lonely out there on the road. I usually stick to the ladies when I'm a stranger in a strange land. But sometimes I need something wide and deep. Always pack a few friends.” Scott chuckled.

Brian absorbed this information a chunk at a time. “You sleep with women?”

“Sure, baby. I'm bisexual.”

Oh. One of the dildos was about a foot long and bright shiny red. Brian was drawn to it as to a cherry Popsicle on a hot day.

“Pick it up, sugar,” said Scott, his eyes knowing. “Get the heft of it.”

Brian did. Oh. His cock and balls were tingling, his asshole tightening.

“You can borrow it,” said Scott. “Anytime.”

Brian's eyes slid from the shiny dildo to Scott's face. Oh, didn't he look evil.

“Now, even,” said Scott, eyebrows wiggling suggestively. “I can help.”

Brian didn't know if he wanted to hit Scott with the dildo or hand it to him and drop his pants. He chose door number three. “What about Kendra?”

Scott blinked. “You want Kendra to help?”

Eww
. “No,” said Brian, as to a slow child. “How would she feel about... your offer?”

Scott did the blinkie thing again. “Oh! Oh, you think... ” He laughed. “I'm not made for monogamy, sugar. Kendra knows that.” For the first time a hint of something like worry creased the tanned forehead. “Didn't you?”

It occurred to Brian that he was being judgmental on some level. “Sure,” he said. “It's not a big deal. I was only surprised. When I saw, you know, a girl here.”

Now Scott looked seriously concerned. His whole demeanor subdued. Arms crossed, usually happy face somber. “Lot of fellas don't like bisexual men, Bri. You one of them?”

“Of course not,” Brian said automatically. He looked at the dildo in his hand. At the muscular little teddy bear standing before him, arms crossed, well-filled boxers bulging. He thought of the diminutive woman he had seen in the kitchen the other day and set the dildo down on the dresser, feeling confused.

“You sure?” Scott seemed to be growing smaller as he stood there, all of the bounce going out of him.

Well, considering what Brian had been doing for the past several months in this bungalow, this was ridiculous. “Sure,” he said. He picked up the dildo again and pointed it at Scott like a lightsaber. “En garde,” he said.

“Mmmroarrr,” said Scott. And he pounced.

A few minutes later Scott was kneeling on the floor in front of Brian, who lay on his back on the bed with what felt like a yard of cherry red dildo up his ass

“Hey. Hey, lie still now... ”

“Shit, Scott,” Brian groaned and panted.

“Yeah. I know. It's not the same, is it?”

Brian moaned.

“It's stiffer,” said Scott. “Mmm, and it, uh, never gives up.” He pulled the thing slowly out and pressed it in again. Brian whimpered. “You got enough lube?” asked Scott. He pumped the thing again.

“Oooohhhh,” said Brian, arching, cock leaking across his belly.

Still sliding the dildo in and out, Scott rolled a condom over Brian's cock and then leaned forward so he could get his mouth around it. One hard suck. Brian gasped. Scott pulled off for a breath and chuckled. “You ready?”

Then Scott sucked him down. Brian didn't even have the breath to scream. He just closed his eyes and came so hard he thought his balls would be gone when he was able to raise his head again and look down there— in a minute, after he'd had a nap.

“Hey, you in there?” Brian's heavy eyelids opened enough to see a honey bear grinning down at him.

“I'll take care of you in a minute,” he promised. “Need to catch my breath.”

“Don't worry about it, hon. Got loverboy here.” Scott held up a big flesh-colored dildo. There was a buzzing sound coming from it, and the thing vibrated. Scott rolled over on top of Brian, his long cock nestled against Brian's belly. Brian felt the vibrating dildo placed in his hand.

“Just help me out, sugar,” said Scott.

“Aw, fuck,” moaned Brian, feeling his balls and cock trying to awaken.

Scott chuckled and wriggled, that big cock poking into Brian's tummy. “Needing here, babe.”

“Okay.” Brian gingerly felt for Scott's pucker with the blunt end of the dildo. He knew he'd found it when Scott screwed up his eyes and hissed.

“Yeah. Right there. Aw, shit... ”

Carefully and slowly, Brian inserted the thing while Scott humped and mumbled swear words against his chest. By the time Scott'd come, Brian's arm was numb and his hand was tingly, but the kisses and happy humming against his neck made it all worth it.

“You need to go anywhere, darlin'?” asked Scott, yawning.

Brian drew the covers up over them. “Nope.”

“Good.” And Scott lowered his head and fell asleep, right there on Brian's chest.

As Brian later imagined it, it must have been one of those coincidences. The kind engineered by the gods who punished Twinkie overindulgence.

First there was Jim still searching for his keys, buried at the bottom of his knapsack. Then there was Paul's Harley roaring into the driveway.

“Well, hello, stranger!” Paul unstrapped his helmet and covered the lawn with those long strides.

Jim grinned, big as the moon, and they exchanged mutual claps on the back and nodding appraisals of each other's general health and well-being.

“Looking good.”

“Thanks. Feeling good,” said Jim.

“Yeah? Me too. Glad to be home.”

Jim nodded his head, smiling. “You know, funny thing, so am I. You're early, aren't you?”

“Yeah, maybe I did wrap it up a little quicker than usual. Had something to come back to this time.”

“Yeah?” Jim fitted the key into the lock and held the door open as Paul strode in. “What would that be?”

Paul stood in the living room, head cocked to one side, staring at a jacket and backpack where they lay on the sofa. “Somebody I met,” he said, puzzled.

He strolled over and picked up the backpack as Jim went to the kitchen to deposit a couple of things. “Somebody who was sitting on my couch,” declared Paul as Jim came back into the room. “We have company?”

“It seems so,” said Jim, scratching his head. “One who particularly likes sweets. There's an empty box of Oreos and a carton of fudge ripple melting all over the counter in there.”

Paul frowned thoughtfully.

Jim went into his bedroom and came out again. “Well, the plants have been watered.”

Paul's eyebrows raised. “You actually found someone to do that?” He still held the backpack aloft, his head swiveling, gaze sweeping the house as if searching for something.

“Yeah. I met someone too.” Now Jim seemed to see the item hanging from Paul's fist for the first time. “Who has a backpack that looks a lot like that one.”

Paul's eyes narrowed. He hefted the backpack. “Not that usual an item.”

“The Nine Inch Nails buttons are pretty memorable.”

“Yes,” said Paul, turning the backpack around. “And the hole in the back... ”

“Patched with electrical tape,” added Jim.