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Search, Part 4
by Blucollar
I spoke to my mother briefly while settling into the house. I broke off the call when she went into a tirade of sermons about how the Gentry money would deliver me directly to the hands of Satan.
After about two weeks of settling in and shopping for furnishings and cloths and cars Max had to fly back to Houston and then go to Huntsville to close out his apartment and have his personal items shipped to Palm Springs. He would be gone about two weeks.
The weather was beautiful. It was very cool at night in January but the days were in the seventies or low eighties. The pool was heated for the cool months so the water temperature would always be comfortable. It was a lazy day, the day after Max left, and I decided just to hang around the house. The two weeks we had been here have been so busy that I never really had time to enjoy my surroundings.
Pedro was out running errands and Max was gone so I decided to do a little sunbathing in the courtyard. The form of dress around the house had basically been baggy shorts or Speedos for everyone since we arrived. I truly enjoyed being around these two men and it seemed we were all fast becoming more than just employer and employees. We were becoming friends. I would be lying to myself if I thought I did not enjoy seeing these two men half naked around the house.
Max is tall and fair skinned with dark hair on his chest and a very muscular body. He has a bit of a belly, probably from lunches at his desk while he works, or, as I have found out as of late, his love for the almighty Budweiser. Pedro is just as muscular but has a very small waist and a nice bubble butt. His usual choice of shorts was about two sizes too big for him in the waist and they tend to hang down a few inches below the beginning of his crack. Another thing I have noticed is that my home smells more like a locker room. We put in a home gym and we all use it. The masculine scent has turned me on more times than not. I never wore any deodorants and I suspect neither do Max or Pedro. Sometimes the scent becomes intoxicating and I have to go to my bedroom to release some tension.
Since I was alone for the first time in three weeks I decided to take my sunbath in the nude. I suspected that Pedro wouldn't be back for a couple hours. I dropped my shorts in the courtyard and lay back on a lounge chair we had just purchased. The air was cool but the sun reflecting on my skin warmed me. I closed my eyes and before I knew it I was asleep.
I slept dreamless and then something woke me. "Boss, er...I brought back some sandwiches."
I looked up and saw Pedro standing above me. He was shirtless as usual and his shorts hung on him lower than I had seen them before. I could have sworn he was hard. Then I realized that I was not only hard myself but also I was naked! "Oh shit, sorry Pedro. I took advantage of being alone; must have fallen asleep." I knew my face had to be bright red as I attempted to cover myself to no avail.
"It’s cool with me boss. Don't mind at all." Pedro said with a devilish grin as he stared at my crotch. I couldn't believe he was just looking straight at my cock. I looked for my shorts but I had dropped them at the other end of the patio. I sat there trying to figure out what to do. I finally just gave up and said, "You can join me if you wish Pedro." I didn't know what to expect but I didn't really expect him to grab the front of his shorts and drop them the way he did.
He kicked off his flips and then his shorts and he was as naked as I was. His cock was not all the way hard but it had a nice start. It was a nice dark color, darker than the rest of his skin and I found myself salivating over it. Pedro took the lounge chair next to mind and lay on his stomach.
I looked over at his ass and the way the small of his back met it. I found myself saying, "Pedro you have an awesome body man."
Pedro lifted his head and smiled. "You think so boss? I think yours is awesome. It’s like Max's except younger and firmer. You have a bigger cock too; if you don't mind me saying so."
I was shocked. I didn't expect that and how does he know how big Max's is? Mine is nice at a self-measured 8 inches, and thick, but I was really curious how he knew about Max's.
He saw the expression on my face, "I wasn't supposed to let you know but Max and I have fooled around before. Max didn't think you would appreciate knowing that your main two staff members were more into dudes than into women. Please don't tell him I told you Boss."
I was floored. Both these guys, both of whom I had been lusting after, and who I thought were straight as could be, are both gay. I had no idea and I said as much; "I had no idea you guys were into guys or each other. Are you in a relationship with each other?" I asked.
"Oh no boss. I, ‘er, well...Max and I had a few nights together after Mrs. Gentry died and he came down to Houston to look over the estate and stuff, but nothing in a couple of years. I hope you’re not mad. Max is going to kill me man. Shit."
"Don’t worry Pedro. I'm actually relieved." I said.
"What do you mean boss?" Pedro asked.
"Well I have been more than curious about men myself. I have never really been into girls. I played up the "Jock" persona in high school and did my share, but never really was into it. And I have been toying with the idea of not wearing any cloths around the house and pool but I didn't because I had these two macho dudes around I thought were straight so I thought I had to stayed dressed so you guys didn't think I was weird or anything. Then I had these fantasies about both you and Max, but mostly about your butt. Need I go on?" I found myself babbling more than anything as I found looked directly into his eyes.
Pedro didn't bother to respond to my question. He slowly got off the chair looking, very apprehensive, and got on his knees next to my chair, watching me for a signal of whether to stop or to continue. I smiled and he smiled than he put his right hand to my balls and his left to the back of my neck. He lifted my head and kissed me deep. I felt his tongue invade my mouth and it was not only passionate, but also it was with a primal hunger that he went for me.
I felt his right hand grab the shaft of my cock as we kissed. "I have wanted you since I first saw you boss." he said in between kisses. He broke from me for a moment and took his mouth to my cock. He sucked me like an expert I suppose, for I had only silly school girls attempt to take my cock into their mouths, but they were never able to get more than a few inches in before gagging. Pedro seemed to swallow the whole thing without even any effort.
It didn't take long. I came in buckets in his mouth and he swallowed every drop. After he was done ensuring he got it all and then cleaning the shaft of my cock he looked up at me and said, "Let’s go inside boss." We both got up and I followed him to the leather sofa in the media room. He told me to sit on the couch and he got on the floor again before me. He lifted my legs and put his face between my legs.
I thought he was going for my cock again but he lifted my legs further and put his mouth to my ass. I didn't know what was going on or why he was doing it but then the pleasure hit me. His tongue was rimming my hole and finding its way in. He sat down there for what seemed like forever eating my ass. I found myself moaning and asking for him not to stop. As he tongued me I felt a finger go in. He kept up the rimming as his finger stretched my hole. He then inserted another finger. It hurt for a moment but he kept licking.
It was at this point that he looked up with a smile and asked, "Should I continue boss or is this far enough?"
Far enough? How much more was there? Of course I said, "Continue Pedro," even though I had no idea what was coming. Pedro pulled me further off the couch so my ass was hanging off it and he stood on his knees. With a bottle of lube, which seemed to come from no where, he lubed my ass and his cock. I then knew what he had in mind. I was scared for a moment, but more curious than scared. He lined his cock up and said, "Tell me when it hurts boss. I don't want to hurt you, I want it to feel good, tell me when if feels good boss."
He slipped in the head; so far so good. He pushed in further. I felt my hole stretching. Then a stretch of searing pain and Pedro knew to stop for a moment and let it pass. Then he continued in. Taking me slowly and ensuring I was alright. Once he was all the way in he slowly started to move. All at once it seemed to go from pain to complete pleasure. I found myself telling him to fuck me harder. He started to pound my ass and we were both sweating; his sweat dripping right onto me.
He found my mouth and kissed me hard as he fucked my ass. I couldn't get enough. I could here him breathing harder knowing that he was coming to the end. "Where do you want it boss?" he asked.
"Don't you fucking take it out of there Pedro--cum up my ass man. Let me have it."
He held on to my hips hard and kept up the rhythm. Then it happened. I felt him expand inside me. I felt his hot liquid explode into my bowels. As he came I came for the second time. He collapsed on me and then gave me small kisses.
"Come to the shower boss and I will wash you. And if you let me I will eat my seed out of your ass."
Another thing I never heard or thought of--but it held my interest!
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