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Please note: this is about bi men, not gay men. The biological acts they commit are identical, but I am told that some gays resent it if the two are mixed up or (like in this case) are labelled as gay because there is no better fitting category. If you feel like this is you, please read no further.
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He had not been very forthcoming in the phone call:
“Why don’t you come over to my house? I have a business proposal that might interest you, something where I need someone with your skill set.”
“My skill set?” I asked doubtfully.
“Yes, your skill set. Trained lawyer, inhouse experience, sales experience, board experience, negotiations, department lead experience, multicultural teams, some project management…. that sort of thing.” I was mildly impressed. We did not know each other that well, he had done his homework.
“Will there be anybody else that I know?” I asked, just to say something and win some time to think.
“Yeah, one more person, not sure if you know him. Sven Treptow, figures guy, accounting, financial management, financial directorships, etc. He also lives here.”
“Medium tall? Strong guy, blonde longish hair?” I asked. I thought I had met him before, maybe a school meeting, or at one of the numerous events the town organized on the town square.
“Yep, that’s the guy. Even though, strong? He is not bulky, but fit, yes, I’d say he is fit. Sinewy rather than built. But yeah, he works out, I think. You know him then?”
“Not really, saw him a couple of times, probably around town somewhere, I forgot in which context”.
“Ah, right, I’ll introduce you to each other”, he said, “would next Thursday 1.30 suit you?” I quickly checked my agenda and said:
“That looks good, yes, 1.30 your house, next Thursday. Can you give me a hint what it is about? You, me and a finance guy, that sounds like a core team for something new.”
“I’d rather not, over the phone and all. But I promise, you will be interested.”
“Ok, ok,” I grumbled, “I’ll wait until Thursday. You really make it sound as if it was the new Google or something”
“You wait and see. I’ll see you Thursday.”
“See you Thursday, ok”.
I hung up, slightly baffled, but definitely curious.
“Yeah, sure, Sven Treptow, he is married with that bubbly readhead with a shrill voice and massive knockers”. The best wife of them all obviously knew as always who everyone was in our town. “Come on, don’t pretend you can’t remember her,” I was absolutely clueless, “from the school play where we helped make the stage decorations?” I vaguely remembered the evening, I now seemed to remember that indeed Sven had been there. I could not remember the knockers on his wife, though. Strange. He was not the tallest, but boy could he lift stuff. That’s probably why I remembered him as small, but stocky, even if he was maybe just strong. He had helped a lot during shoving stuff around, lifting it and handling all kinds of things that night. “They have a mediumsized house on the other side of the church and the mall. He has a big car, looks expensive, something foreign. Two kids at the school, boy and girl, about 8 and 12. He is a bookkeeper or something like that, and she is a homemaker.” Right, there I had it all.
The caller was a friend, Andrew, not the innermost circle, we knew him and his wife from tennis, the different charity events in our town, we had sat next to them at a dinner invitation at a mutual friend’s house etc. We had been several times over at their home, a garden party for their favourite charity, a farewell party for friends in common which they hosted, they had been at ours for similar reasons. The way you know people in a midsize town in the outskirts of a metropolis.
I knew that Andrew was an engineer and project manager, he had several times started up businesses, had managed them until they started to grow fat and had then sold them off, rumors had it he had sold them well. He and his wife tried not to show off, they were certainly not blingbling, rather old moneystyle, but one could see that they were more than just well off. Their house was bigger than the others in their street, they had a big overflow pool in the garden with antique statues from Italy and Greece, their cars were big and their three children had attended prestigious universities.
So, yes, I was definitely interested in what he had in mind, specially when he wanted to discuss with a finance and a legal guy that both had operational experience. Sounded tempting, to say the least.
I was approx. 15 years Andrew’s junior. We were well off, nice house and all, pool in the garden, our kids went to good schools on the coast, but we were more in the league with Sven and his wife than with Andrew.
I really wondered what he wanted to discuss with us. I was working in a good position, but I would not have minded a new challenge.
Thursday was an absolute scorcher of a day, the thermometer had been at 28° (82 Fahrenheit) midmorning. As I worked from home for the day, I had decided that a dress shirt and slightly more formal shorts were in order. I did not see any reason to change before heading out to Andrews’.
I rang the doorbell at 12.30 sharp. While I waited, I noted that a dark 7 series BMW was standing next to Andrew’s car on the driveway. Was that the big foreign car my wife had seen at the Treptows’ house?
I rang the bell again, but nothing happened, nothing seemed to move in the house. It was only then that it registered with me that the door stood slightly ajar. I tried Andrew’s mobile phone, but he did not pick up. Should I…. I hesitated.
Just walking into an somebody else’s house was usually not a good idea… you never know how seriously the owner takes home defense, or if he has a dog.
But I knew that they did not have a dog, and that Andrew was no gun nut. And I was invited, and there was Sven’s car in the driveway. I tentatively stuck my head into the hallway.
“Hello Andrew? It’s Gabe. Are you there?” I looked up the large wooden stairs to the first floor, carved and gilded oak banister, chandeliers and all, and listened. Nothing, apart from the echo in the marblefloored hall. I took a few steps into the hallway and closed the door behind me, calling again: “Andrew, Gabe here. We had an appointment, are you there?” Nothing. On me left, I saw a large room, I peaked through the door. Maybe a dining room? Nobody. “Andrew? Gabe here. Are you there?”
I saw in the bright sunlight one end of the pool, it was open, the tarpaulin rolled fully back and stowed away. The water rippled slightly, but that could be the wind. I hesitantly walked into the room. Definitely a dining room. Paintings on the wall, a large, beautifully polished table, chairs. Even though outside the sun was beating down and it must have been at least 38° (100° Fahrenheit), the room was pleasantly lit. They must have installed selftinting window panes against the glare and heat. I called once more no reply. I stepped up to the window and could now see the whole pool. There were wet footprints besides the pool leading to the pool house. So, there must be someone out there at the pool, maybe he (she?) just disappeared into the pool house?
I was just about to turn away when I saw a movement. Yes, definitely, there under the awning, there was a movement, halfhidden by a chair and table…. I stared, yes, definitely, someone was moving there, but I could not really see what it was. A back, the back of a head? I stared, in any case, it was moving… somehow… but it was not going anywhere. What was that?
I looked through the dining room. If I was not mistaken, the door at the other end of the room led to the enormous living room that hugged the pool area in an Lshape. I opened the door a tiny bit and peeked through the gap, yes, there was the enormous expanse of the living room, with carelessly strewn islands of sofas and small tables, the whole room with enormous window panes looking out on the pool. And they were also tinted. I considered for the briefest of moments. But if they were tinted, no one in the sun outside could possibly see me.
I opened the door and furtively scurried across the room, always making sure that there was at least a sofa or something between me and the windows, so that if necessary, I could just drop and would not be seen from outside. I arrived at the junction of the Lshaped room with my heart in my mouth, sweat poured down my body. Furtively approaching the window, I stared out. Yes, I could see better now, even though there was still the table in the way.
It was Andrew, clearly, the black hair, the dark tanned skin of his neck and upper back, the bearlike black body hair, no doubt possible. But what was he doing? Visibly he had been swimming, he had probably board shorts on, but what was he doing? He moved, but stayed in place behind that table. Was he working on something?
My curiosity was peaked, or should I say: my curiosity took over the last remnants of reason? The living room went all along the pool on two sides in an L shape. If I moved into the other arm of the L shape of the living room, into the bottom stroke of the L, I would probably be at the same height or further than the table, in line with the pool house. I carefully scanned the living room, listened once more into the house. Nothing. I tiptoed along the window pane, all fear gone. As I moved forward, I saw clearly now Andrews head from the side, his strong pectorals. Did he work out as well? Under this bear fur seemed to be sizeable muscles. My view still obstructed by the table, I could see that he held something in front of him.
I moved further along, further and further until I saw behind the table. Andrew continued with the same movement, over and over again. I took a few more steps and saw…. A blonde longhaired head, bent forward, close to the ground. Andrew a bit further back, moving ceaselessly…. And then it dawned on me: he was shagging. He was humping someone from behind next to his pool. Yeah, he was someone hard in doggy style. As you do on a sunny day, I thought grinning.
I grinned, then stared again. My wife had told me that Andrews’ wife was on a trip with friends for two weeks…. Thinking of it, his wife did have blonde hair, but she was more the latina type with dark eyes, bronze skin and artificially bleached hair, which made it look sort of dark blonde. So who was he humping there, who was she? She was whiteish blonde, her hair reached approximately her shoulders, it glimmered in the harsh sunlight with every hard shove that Andrew gave her. Her skinned liked very light, nearly white. But good god, he was pounding her, he really was shagging her brains out.
She looked up,….. I stumbled backwards, sat down heavily on one of the sofas. That was…. It was… it was not a she that was hammered by Andrew, it was a him. I clearly saw his face now, he supported his upper body with his arms, looked up, his face was a crimson shade of red. Sven! Andrew was Sven, he fucked him in the ass, and he fucked him hard. Hard, fast thrusts and with every thrust, he pushed Sven forwards, his blonde hair fell forward, hid his face, then swung back. Sven’s mouth was slightly open, he seemed to breathe hard.
Was he suffering? It looked like it. Did I have to help him? Had the much stronger, much heavier Andrew overpowered him, was I watching Andrew abusing Sven? I was halfway up from my sofa to come to his aid, when Andrew slowed down. I saw that Sven looked up to him, said something. The black bear nodded and stopped stabbing the slimmer man in front of him, he lifted his big paws from Sven’s waist. They both shuffled a bit, then Andrew stood up. Then Sven got up from his knees, stood up from the footstool Andrew had bent him over and stretched awkwardly.
The difference between the two could not have been starker: Andrew huge, tall, muscular, heavy set with a dark skin and a beginning of a belly, his body hair like a bear fur all over his body, his hands like coal shovels by his sides. His chunky, chubby cock was standing out of his hairy groin like a sawedoff tree branch, glistening with cock juices in the harsh sunlight.
Sven stood nearly two heads smaller than Andrew, his fair skin and whiteish blonde hair glistened with sweat in the midday sun, not a single hair on his whole body as far as I could see. And they both had a rock hard cocks. Svens dick was slimmer than Andrews, not exactly a pencil dick, but he was long, much slimmer than Andrew’s, slim and smooth, his pale glans exposed, and its tip glistening with what I thought was precum.
What was going on here between those two? I wondered…. and then Sven walked over to the table, sat on its edge and leaned back on his elbows, pulling his legs up. I stared, mouth agape. Andrew stepped between his legs, leaned down, opened his mouth and swallowed the pale head of Svens slim long cock. Sven’s eyes fluttered, he lay back on the table and closed his eyes. Andrew’s greedy mouth sucked the slim penis deeper and deeper in his mouth until his mouth was resting in Sven’s groin. I saw him reach with one hand to his dripping cock, he bent his back more and more, approaching his tip to the backside of Sven.
Small, thin Sven, enjoying getting sucked off. And suddenly, Andrew rammed his thick cock between Svens ass cheeks. Sven’s back arched on the table, he screamed, but he did not try to get away, he just slowly relaxed again, lay again still on the table, then opened his eyes and grinned at the bear…. who had slighty withdrawn from the younger man’s ass. He grinned down at Sven and slammed into him again. The bottom man arched his back again, screamed, and then relaxed again, and opened his eyes smiling. And BAM! Andrew rammed violently into his willing bottom boy again, grunted, Sven screamed. Andrew drove himself again and again into Sven’s ass, Sven had laid now his legs on the bear’s shoulders, and they both seemed to enjoy their boy fuck in the sun.
I stared at them, my mouth dry. I had been drenched in sweat already before, but I now felt a heat of a different kind conquering me. I felt my shorts tenting, they were suddenly getting uncomfortably tight. I stared at the bear the slim smooth pale guy and could not help it but getting aroused. My cock was painfully hard and I tried to rearrange it more comfortably while staring at the two rutting animals. I rearranged and rearranged and finally gave up. Too tight. I looked at them, looked around the room. They would not see me and they were solidly distracted with each other. I could always stow my cock away again when they finished and came towards the house. I pulled out my cock. Ah! What a relief! I considered pulling my short all the way down but found this a bit too much in somebody else’s living room, even if that somebody was breeding another guy not even ten meters away as if there were no tomorrow.
Andrew was pumping away, his dark tanned head even flushed darker, his muscles bulging, his cock sliding in and out of Sven’s stretched asshole. Sven was all sinews, he clasped and unclasped his muscles, his whole body pumped like a machine. His sphincter must have clasped and unclasped around the thick cock of the bear, milking him, driving him closer and closer to madness.
Unknowingly, I had started stroking my cock, reaching the same crazy rhythm of my two fuckbuddies at the pool. And Sven was milking his cock, milking his life juice from the giant bear! That thought pushed me, I could not stop anymore, I screamed and a black hole engulfed me while my cock spewed ropes and ropes of semen over my hands, my legs and the sofa.
“What have we got here?” I heard a gravelly voice. I opened my eyes and saw Andrew and Sven standing in the door leading to the garden. They were both still stark naked, their cocks no longer rock hard, but still fluffed up and glistening. I tried to cover my cock, the mess in my lap, but there was nothing to hide really.
Andrew looked markedly at my groin, then grinned:
“I thought you’d come at 1.30?”
“He came a bit earlier.” Sven chuckled next to him licking his lips and looking at my rapidly deflating cock. I tried to gather my wits and was only able for a lame reply:
“I had the time wrong, I was early, but you both were busy. So I thought I would not disturb you.”
“How very nice of you” grumbled Andrew ironically, but grinned, still looking at my cumstained cock.
I finally managed to ask a decent question:
“Is this the ‘thing’ you wanted to talk to us about?” Sven smiled, Andrew guffawed:
“That? Oh no no, that has nothing to do with it. But glad you liked it.” He winked, I felt that I blushed some more. “We’ll have a quick shower, and then I’ll explain everything. Wanna come along?”
“Together?” I managed to say in a strangled voice. Sven giggled:
“Yes, sure together, now that we know each other….” He laughed out loud. I saw Andrew grin some more.
“Ahem, I think I’ll decline for this time, I’ll use the toilet to freshen up, if I may.” Andrew nodded:
“Be my guest”, but Sven while turning around added:
“Heard that? For this time, he said…. ” Andrew laughed uproariously, they both turned, Andrew lay his paw on Sven’s bum cheek, shoved him towards the bathroom and they left. I saw both their asses disappear through the door. The swarthy, muscled, hairy bear ass, and the slim, pale smooth ass with a light shimmer of the semen dripping running down the sinewy inner thighs.
I wondered what the proposal would be, among other things.
When the two came back, I sat on the sofa again and had cleaned up the worst traces of my explosion.
Andrew came back, dressed in khaki shorts and a button down shirt, but Sven was still stark naked. His long slim dick made flopping sounds with each step as it dangled between his thighs.
“I’ll go and get my clothes at the pool house” he said calmly and continued to the garden door.
“Yeah, do that. We rattled our friend here enough for one day”. I found my selfassurance back and grinned:
“Oh, but I am not rattled at all.” He grinned:
“Yeah, we saw that you were totally unimpressed.” I grinned back:
“But maybe we are more attentive to your offer when dressed.” He nodded, then said:
“Still, I am sorry, it was not our intention to put up a show for you,” I shrugged, “but then again, we could not foresee that you would be early and just walk in.” I started to apologize, but he brushed it away: “Maybe it is better that way. We should not have secrets in front of each other if we enter into a new venture together”. He stopped my comment: “I said IF…. ” he grinned. We both fell silent. Sven came out of the pool house again in a shirt and slacks and walked around the pool.
“Can I ask you something?” I finally said hesitantly. He looked at me vigilantly, then nodded:
“Go ahead”.
“You are both married with children”, he nodded, “… and you seemed pretty much into…. this”. He nodded again. “Are you… do you… well…”
“Are we gay, is that what you want to ask?” he finally asked me and I only nodded. Sven came through the door and sat down next to us. “I am not sure, I don’t think so. I have been married for 40 years, I still love my wife, but our ual… hum, let’s say our ‘ual interests’ have developed in different directions. I wanted more, she wanted less. I don’t know if she has any at all these days. Certain things, she cannot or is not willing to give me, never was. A certain raw pleasure… ” He looked at Sven, then continued. “We found it with each other.” Sven added:
“It all started innocently enough. We wanted to swim but I had no swimming shorts. Andrew said I did not need any. To make me feel better about it, he dropped his. It all started from that…” Andrew added:
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