We’ve spent the last ten years enjoying every adventure. We’ve constantly changed and altered ourselves, I’d say ‘mutually morphed’ in order to allow ourselves to grow. For one thing, our residence in East Hampton only lasted one year before we moved on.
What happened was that my mother passed. When we went down to St. Pete to make funeral arrangements, we both had a revelation and that was that we liked it down on the Gulf Coast more than on the ritzy Long Island shore. Besides the financial aspects, there was the superfine weather, the spectacular Gulf…why wouldn’t we want to move? There was no reason not to. And as luck would have it, we seemed to bring each other luck. When we returned to East Hampton, we set things in motion to move away.
My friend Alvin told me that he was considering selling off some of his properties. I quickly made an offer on the Longboat Key house (which he said was the best of his lots) and we agreed on the sale for a little over one million dollars. Caren was thrilled. I put my little paradise up for sale and because it was a rare piece of East Hampton oceanfront that I knew held high value, I was able to get close to eight million dollars for it leaving a healthy piece of change in my pocket. In fact, I sold the house to a young and rising movie starlet and her rock star husband.
For two weeks before our move, we were feted and hailed by our friends with fancy dinners at pricey restaurants. One of the best parties took place at The Talkhouse with all my favorite bands and musicians in attendance. That was a glorious night that lasted deep into the wee hours.
The best party, however, took place at another beachfront property, this one on the Montauk cliffs where Doug and Lora lived. Just up the road from Bruce Weber, Dick Cavett, Julian Schnabel and Paul Simon, it commands what might be the most impressive vista available on Long Island. From the wide front lawn to the cliff, there is a complete two hunded and forty degree expansive view of the ocean.
Doug and Lora had been long-time friends and lovers; my favorite playmates. I told Caren all about them and she was excited to meet them. The party they threw was an afternoon affair with several live bands and lots of our mutual friends. The food was catered by Bobby Flay’s company and everything was terrific. As the party began to end and guests began to drift away, Caren came to me as I stood near the edge of the cliff.
“I just had a conversation with Lora and she wants us to stay after everyone is gone. She asked me if she and Doug can play with you one last time. I told her that we would love to play with them but not to consider it “the last time” as we will have them down to Longboat as our guests in the very near future.”
“That was nice of you. But, to be honest with you, I’m really not all that interested in sex with them anymore. You are more than enough for me.”
“And I feel the same…but I feel their warmth for you and I think this could be fun. It’s been a long time since we’ve partied and, to be honest, I’m turned on by them. You know, I’ve never been a foursome…this is another fantasy I’d like to satisfy. What do you say, stud?”
Smiling, I said, “Okay. You’ve twisted my arm.” Just then Lora called to us back to the house.
They were waiting for us on the deck. Doug asked us to follow him as he had something to show me. He ushered us into the studio alongside the house. There, he pulled a cloth off a large canvas. It was a beautiful painting and one of the nicest I’d ever seen him create. It was an abstract of the oceanview from the cliff but it had a sense of wildness mixed with a warm sense of bliss. It was incredible. Caren and I stood in front of it and were astounded by it.
“It’s incredible, Doug…just incredible.”
“It’s called “Maximum Satisfaction” and it is dedicated to you, Ray. I painted it after the last time we were together. It is a gift to you if you want it. Consider it a housewarming present.”
“I don’t know what to say, Doug. I am so touched. Of course, I accept it. Having your painting hang in our new house is a great honor. I don’t know what to say except that I love it. And I love you. Both of you. All three of you.”
“I love it too, Doug. It speaks volumes to me. We can’t thank you enough.”
“That’s not true, Caren. I know one way to thank us.” She pulled the four of us together in a group hug. “Let us make love to you tonight.”
Caren leaned into Lora and kissed her. Lora returned the kiss and more. They broke apart just as Doug leaned into me and kissed me. I accepted his kiss. Our mustaches met and tickled each other.
“Wow. That was pretty cool.” I could see Caren’s pleasure rising by the flush in her cheeks as she watched us kiss.
“Let’s go where it’s more comfortable, shall we?” Lora took Caren’s hand and led us out of the concrete floored studio into the house. “There now, isn’t this better? Where were we?” She placed her arms around Caren and they kissed again. Doug walked over to me and began unbuttoning my shirt. I could see Caren watching us, her eyes following every move. Doug had my shirt open and was stroking my chest and lightly pinching my nipples. I began to pull his shirt up and over his head as we stood there swapping spit.
“Aren’t they beautiful?” asked Lora.
“I’ve never watched anything like this before. I’ve always wanted to see two men make love. It is very erotic.” Caren was visibly awed.
“Then let’s sit and watch, shall we?” They sat down on the expansive sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the ocean. I could feel Caren’s eyes on me as my shirt dropped to the floor. Doug’s lips had moved down to my nipple and his hands held my ass. It felt very good. My hands traveled down his chest to the package straining against his clothes. It felt very good. My hands circled his cock and I could feel the outline of the head against the fly. I slowly unzipped him and reached in. I knew he would be going commando and his hard piece flipped out into my palm. Everything felt so very, very good. As we stood sideways to the women, I knew that Caren could see the action well. I heard her gasp when Doug’s cock popped out.
Doug’s cock was always something at which to gasp. His cut cock measured a good ten inches when hard and was as fat as a beer can. I loosened his shorts and let them drop so Caren could view his immense ballsac which hung several inches, each testicle defined by the stretched skin. She gasped again.
Doug unzipped me and my drawers dropped. He wrapped his big hands around my shaft. His long fingers stroked and pulled at my more modest seven inches. Our dicks were poking each other’s bellies. Doug held both dicks and lightly squeezed them together while he ever so slowly sank to his knees. My fingers ran through his hair on the way down. When he reached the point where my penis was inches from his face, he leaned forward and buried his face into my crotch, smelling my musky balls. His long tongue wrapped around my sac. tickling me. My dick responded by bouncing off his nose.
“Shit!” Caren was getting hot. “This is sooo sensual.”
“Here, let me help you.” Lora pulled Caren’s shirt up and helped her out of it. She got on her knees and helped Caren slip out of her jeans. Caren now sat back and slowly exhaled as Lora looked up at the large wet spot on Caren’s red thong. She slowly inhaled the aroma. She stood and disrobed before curling up next to Lora. She, too, wore a damp red thong.
Doug was now slurping my cock, His hands played with my ass and my nuts. My knees went wobbly. “I have missed this, Ray.” He got up. “Wait a second…hold that thought…I want to rearrange the furniture!”
Right away, I understood what he was doing as he pulled a long plush lounge in front of the big couch and pointed for me to lie down. He wanted the women to see everything and so he created a little stage for them. I looked at Caren as she and Lora sat cuddled, Lora’s hand gently stroking her breast. “You good with this, my love?” I asked.
“Am I ever!” She spread her legs at me and I could see that her thong was more a sponge than a garment. “I’m going to cum just from watching.”
I lay back and waited for Doug to position himself at my head. I looked up to see his monster cock swing. I reached up and held his nuts. My tongue flicked and wiped the precum oozing from his piss hole before going back to his nuts. For a few minutes I teabagged him, my tongue under his scrotum as he dragged it across my face before gliding my tongue back under his long, fat shaft toward his glans. I traced the vein with the tip until I reached the large head. I licked around the head and especially into Cyclop’s Eye before putting it between my lips. It filled my moutch and stretched my cheeks. I looked over at the women. Caren’s eyes met mine. I could see how turned on she’d become as her body was flushed. It must have helped that Lora had one hand in Caren’s thong. Caren’s hand was in Lora’s thong. All fingers were moving.
I placed both hands on his thing and slowly began to pull the head deeper…then back off…then down again…and back until I had a few inches. My hands slowly twisted around the shaft, or more like trunk. I’d done this before with Doug. I knew what I could and could not do and I knew that I could not take it any deeper as my mouth was stretched and his banging against my tonsils was gagging me. He knew, too, as he slowly backed off, placed his knees on the lounge and positioned his mouth over my cock. He knew I could tend to him and accomodate him better this way. Lora’s small Asian body was now sitting in Caren’s lap, her face buried in Caren’s breasts. Caren smiled at me.
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