Four Friends Ch. 03
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Of course, anyone getting a little closer would have noticed that we were in better shape and more carefully groomed than most guys our age. Still closer, and our conversation would have been a dead giveaway.
"You got us all tickets to Carmina Burana at the Performing Arts Center this afternoon? I don't believe it," I exclaimed.
"Lloyd, you've got to let us pay you for ours," Bruce said.
Lloyd smiled and shook his head. "We're splitting the cost of the hotel, right? This is my treat. I'm in charge of the entertainment this weekend." He winked. "In more ways than one." He took a bite of his omelet. "So enjoy the ballet. It's on me."
"Well, thanks," said Bruce. "The local paper's been in a tizzy about the amount of male flesh exposed onstage. I can hardly wait."
He was sitting across from me on the inside of the booth, next to Charlie. Lloyd was next to me and opposite his partner. Charlie was digging at his pancakes when suddenly he stopped in mid-bite. His eyebrows shot up and a grunt of surprise issued from his throat.
"Are you okay, Charlie?" Lloyd asked.
Charlie swallowed, nodding. "Sure. I just thought--"
"What?"
"Nothing." He went back to eating. I watched, a bit puzzled by this exchange. A few moments later I heard Lloyd's partner draw in his breath. His eyes grew wide. Without moving a muscle in his face I saw him shoot a rapid sidelong glance at Bruce.
Intrigued, I turned my attention to my own partner, who was eating his oats. He avoided my attempts to catch his eye. I noticed that the hand not holding his spoon was nowhere to be seen.
I began to get the picture. I suppressed a smile and decided to join the fun. Underneath the table I pulled my right foot out of the slip-on loafer it was wearing, all the while engaging Lloyd in casual conversation. Without breaking my rhythm for an instant I raised my stocking foot toward Bruce, aiming between his legs. The next moment it found its target. He jumped in his seat and shot me a dirty look. I raised my eyebrows at him with elaborate casualness as I moved my toes, massaging his swelling crotch through the fabric of his slacks.
Bruce's hand took hold of my wayward foot and caressed it. Then he let go, and I sensed his fingers lowering his zipper. As soon as he had it down I wiggled my toes through the opening. My partner helped me by working his underwear down so that my foot was in direct contact with his hard cock. By now Bruce's breath was coming noticeably faster. His hand gave my foot a last squeeze, then went back to working on Charlie's crotch.
All this time Lloyd was chatting and eating, oblivious to the shenanigans that were going on around him.
"Well," he said, "I for one am glad that they show it all onstage now. Why should sex be just sneaking around in the dark? What fun is that?"
A strangled sound came from Bruce. He began to cough, and picked up his glass of water.
"Sorry, I choked, or something," he explained.
"I've got to go to the bathroom," Charlie announced. He slipped out of his seat and walked toward the restrooms. I noticed that he was hunched over, as if ashamed of his height.
I waited a decent interval then said to Lloyd, "I need to get out too."
"The bladder brigade," Lloyd remarked as he got out and I slid past him.
"Yeah, right." I hurried after Charlie. Since I hadn't been receiving direct stimulation, my bulge wasn't as prominent as his probably had been. All the same, I didn't particularly want the whole dining room to notice.
I got to the men's room door, pushed it open and walked in. Charlie was standing at one of the two urinals. He looked up as I walked in, a mixture of glee and embarrassment in his smile.
Pretending I had no idea of what had just been going on I stepped up to the other urinal on his right. "Really had to go, eh?"
"Um, yeah." I glanced over at him. His hips were so close to the porcelain I could barely see his front side, but in the shadows I could see his erection jutting out from his fly.
"Charlie," I began, but before I could rag on him a giggle burst from his pursed lips.
I sighed in mock reproach. "Can't take you anywhere."
"It's your boyfriend's fault, giving me a hand job right there under the table," he protested. "If I hadn't gotten up and come in here when I did, I would've blown my load in public."
"I thought that's what was going on. We were playing a little footsie ourselves."
"How the hell can I go back out there looking like this?"
"Well," I said, pausing for effect. "I could take care of it."
"What?" Charlie hissed. "Here?"
"Like you said, you can't go back looking like that." I reached my left hand over and took hold of his cock. "It'll only take a minute."
"Oh, Jesus, if someone walks in..." Charlie's voice trailed off into heavy breathing as I coated his shaft with his precum. Jacking someone off left-handed wasn't the easiest way to do it but I managed to get a rhythm going. Sure enough, it was probably less than a minute later when Charlie's chest heaved and his dick came to life, pulsing out its load in thick white spurts onto the porcelain.
"Good boy," I whispered.
"Oh shit," he breathed, his eyelids fluttering. As soon as his ejaculation subsided he zipped himself back into his trousers and flushed. He walked over to the sink beside us and started to wash his hands.
"Hand me a paper towel, would you?" I said to him. Some of his cum was sticking to my hand.
He pulled one from the dispenser and handed it to me. "Are we lunatics or what?"
"Yeah. Fun, isn't it?" I winked at him as I wiped myself off.
He smiled back, shaking his head. "Guess so, as long as we don't get arrested. See you back in there."
He turned toward the door, then recoiled, startled, as it opened in his face. It was Bruce. He stopped and looked at us with an accusing expression. I was amused to note that his fly was bulging as well. He must have had quite a time stuffing his hardon back into his pants.
"Too late," I said. "I jacked Charlie off."
"You shitheads," he said, grinning. "Lloyd's royally peeved that we didn't include him. He's back there at the table, pouting."
"Serves him right for plugging you on the sly last night," I said. I turned to Charlie, who looked like he didn't know whether to laugh or run for his life. "Don't worry," I told him, "We're not really going to kill each other."
"If you say so," he replied, still looking a bit uncertain.
"Well, kids," Bruce said, "Go back to the table and calm him down. I've got to tinkle."
"Yeah, right," I teased. "No jacking off. Save it for tonight."
"Yes, sir," he replied with mock deference, as he stepped up to the urinal.
Sure enough, Lloyd was sitting at the table when Charlie and I returned, drumming his fingers on the wood and looking distinctly bent out of shape.
"Not very nice of you all to leave me out of your little party," he said.
I decided to let that pass, even though I was itching to point out that Lloyd hadn't invited us to his little party late last night. I'd get my revenge before the day was out.
"Sorry, Lloyd. We got carried away. Must be the sexually charged atmosphere you create wherever you go."
At that he looked a bit mollified. "I got the check. What shall we do between now and the show?"
"Well," said Bruce, who had just come back, "Gene and I are going to run home and change. We didn't bring good clothes since we didn't know you had gotten the tickets."
"Then we thought we might do some shopping," I added. "I never realized it, but there are some great stores downtown. It's funny what you don't do when you actually live in a place."
Lloyd sighed. "Gentlemen, gentlemen. Clothes, shopping. May I remind you why we planned this weekend together?"
I sat down next to him, letting my body contact his. I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed. In a low voice I said, "We haven't forgotten. Think about how riled up we're going to be after we've seen those hot dancers this afternoon. I know why you got those tickets."
Lloyd looked into my eyes, smiled and licked his lips. "Pre-dinner cocktails back in the room, right after the show."
When we got back to the room after the ballet the light was beginning to fade. As soon as we were all inside, we started to strip. The secretive groping and teasing we had engaged in at breakfast, and the sight of numerous muscular and scantily clad bodies onstage at the show, had gotten us turned on enough that I knew this was going to be interesting.
As I threw my clothes off I noted with amusement that Charlie wasn't the least reluctant about getting naked, in contrast to last night. When Bruce lowered his dress slacks the front of his light blue bikinis was stained with precum from his cock bulging inside. Before he could finish undressing Lloyd's partner was on his knees in front of him, pulling my partner's rod out and swallowing it like an expert. His shirt open and his pants down around his ankles, Bruce watched as his cock slid in and out of Charlie's eager mouth, his hand on the bobbing head in front of him.
I tore my gaze away from that hot sight long enough to eye Lloyd. He had peeled down to his underwear of choice that day, a jockstrap, whose elastic pouch at the moment was barely concealing the swollen contents inside.
"Leave that thing on and come in the bedroom," I told him. "Those two are doing fine without us," I added, nodding at the others.
Bruce raised his head and grinned. "We'll be in after a while," he said.
Lloyd turned and headed for the bedroom. I followed him, feasting my eyes on the sight of his pale, dimpled butt framed in triangles by the straps of his jock. As much as I wanted to see Bruce's monster invading that ass, I knew I wanted it for myself just as much.
We hit the ground, and I'm straddling his lap, both hands around his neck. He puts his hands over mine. "Higher," he says, moving my hands. "Use your thumbs to press in here."
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
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