Gordon Drops In
Tommy came over mid morning in his blue trackie pants, with the three white stripes and a black hoodie, which stopped short just above his waist. He looked adorable. The tracksuit pants hugged him. I told him once how good they looked on him and he seems to wear them often now.
“Hi, watcha doing?”
The sun was shining, the sky was blue, even if it wasn’t so warm and here was Mr Gorgeous with his head tilted sideways, like he does when he’s asked a question and is waiting for an answer.
“Waiting for you... Tommo.”
He smiled his gorgeous smile, where the grin just spreads across his face organically, like a bloom, like a realisation.
“I just thought I’d come over and hang. Okay?”
He looked adorable, I wanted to lick him, but, I find, I stand back a little with Tommy. Oh, I don’t know why? I think there is a small part of me that thinks I’m taking advantage of him, you know, just across the road, home delivered whenever I might choose. It’s stupid really.
I stepped back and motioned with my head to come in. He walked ahead of me, purposely, so I could gaze at his sexy arse.
“How was drinks the other night?”
“Good.” He shrugged. “Steve’s lovely, you know.”
“I know.”
Tommy and Steve went out drinking a few nights ago, just the two of them, where Tommy questioned Steve about sex. He wanted to hear Steve say he was cool with me and Tommy fooling around. He assured Steve that he understood what a gift, as he put it, it really was. Tommy had subtly suggested that he wanted to have unsafe sex with me, or, at least, that was Steve’s understanding of it. Of course, Steve had told me all about it. I was a bit taken aback and Steve had said that he wondered about it, that the three of us would need to talk up front and directly about it.
“Tommy told me that he’d never had sex with anyone else,” said Steve. “And that he was the safest proposition there was. No risk.”
Tommy must have been reading up on it all, I guessed. He also implied that he was greatly attracted to Steve too and wondered if anything would ever happen in that way.
“He said he regretted passing out that morning that the three of us were in bed together.”
“So, what do you think?”
“I think Tommy is gorgeous,” said Steve.
“Gorgeous enough?”
“Gorgeous enough to be yours.”
“He’s gorgeous enough to be both of ours.”
The doorbell buzzed. It was Gordon.
“My dear, I was just in the neighbourhood and in desperate need of a cup of tea. And I’d be dead before you called me.
“Oh... I’m...”
“How are you my lovely?”
“Good, Gordon. I’m good.”
Gordon had been shopping at the Sunday markets, as he said. I wasn’t so sure what that meant, but he assured me he was done in with a car full of lute. He sailed in like a galleon, as he likes to say. Gordon and Tommy, I thought, how’s that going to go, as I watched Gordon heading up the hallway in front of me.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Gordon looked back at me clutching his throat. “You should have said you had company.”
“Gordon, this is Tommy. Tommy this is Gordon.”
Tommy stood and offered his hand in a firm handshake, like the well mannered boy that he is.
“Tommy lives over the road.”
“Well, my dear,” said Gordon. He looked from Tommy to me as he spoke.
“Gordon is one of my...”
“One of this lovely man’s old aunties. Lovely to meet you young Tommy. And what do you do?”
“I’m at uni.”
“Well, bravo! And your major is?”
“Business.”
“So, a budding accountant in the making.”
“Yes... as interesting as that sounds.”
“Oh, I’m sure you would make it interesting,” said Gordon. “I’m sure if I’d been tempted to attend lectures if you were sitting next to me.”
Tommy smiled. Blushed. He’s adorable when he does that. He turns red and then looks down and looks away.
I made a pot of tea, as I know that’s how Gordon likes it. The only things you put in bags are dead things. I’d made Tangelo Cake and so I offered up a plate. Gordon said he was to “matronly” as it was and only drank the tea.
Gordon told stories and we all laughed.
Gordon put his arm around Tommy. “You’re lovely. You’d be perfect for my show at my Queens Birthday party.”
“Show?” asked Tommy.
“You’d dance for the crowd half way through the morning.”
“You want me to dance?”
“Yes.”
“Dance?”
“You are gorgeous. Italian?”
“Yes,” said Tommy.
“Very lovely. You haven’t told me about this beautiful boy.”
“Oh... maybe not,” I said. I hadn’t seen Gordon since New Year.
Gordon’s eyes were straight back to Tommy, looking him over. “So, what do we have under here?”
Gordon slipped his hand under Tommy’s hoodie onto his stomach. He rubbed Tommy’s stomach in a circular motion.
“He’s just a pup, Gordon. Treat him nice.”
“Oh Josh.” He looked back at Tommy. “I always treat the beautiful nicely.”
Tommy smiled. He blushed happy under the scrutiny.
“What do you look like stripped down to your jocks?”
Tommy’s eyebrows raised right up.
“The dance is a strip and masturbation in front of a room full of men,” I said. I thought Tommy might as well know the full details straight up before Gordon had his hand down Tommy’s pants.
“What?” was Tommy’s rather mystified reply.
"Nobody touches you, I'll see to that."
“In a room full of strangers?”
“Yes, we’ll set up a stage and...”
“Um, no... no thanks. Not me.”
“You’d be perfect. You’re lovely. Big. Strapping.”
Tommy looked at me for help.
“I’d pay you a fee, it’s a professional gig.”
“I think that’s a no,” I said.
“I’m with... I’m with, um, Josh. I...I...“
Gordon swung his gaze around to me. “Aren’t you and Steve?”
“Yes, yes, we are.” I smiled and then looked at Tommy, then looked back at Gordon. It was the first time I’d heard Tommy say such a thing and I didn’t want to contradict him, because it was true, after a fashion. It gave me an insight, a rather pleasing insight. “And Tommy.”
“Well, aren’t you full of surprises. A ménage de trios?”
“Not exactly, no. Tommy and I are, um, experiencing new things together.”
“New things?”
“Josh is my... guide, mentor, if you like.”
“In all things gay,” said Gordon.
“Yes.” Tommy smiled. “He’s showing me the, um, ropes.”
“And I’m sure you’d look very fetching in rope.”
“Gordon.”
“Well... Josh is one of my favourite people in the world, young Tommy. You are a luck boy.” Gordon looked at me. “As indeed you are.”
“Maybe, if Josh danced with me,” Tommy piped up cheekily. “Held my hand. Then I might.”
“It’s not your hand we’d be wanting him to hold.” Gordon laughed his throaty laugh as he gazed down the front of Tommy’s tracksuit pants. He turned to me. “Well, Josh, what do you say?”
I laughed. “What do I say?”
“Yes, what do you say?” repeated Tommy. I glared at him. You know not what you do, I so wanted to say. Gordon was a terrier with an idea he liked, he’d never let this go, if it meant Tommy would bare all. I would just be collateral damage. I knew how Gordon worked.
“You both must be out of your fucking minds.”
“Actually, Josh my boy, I find the idea fascinating, the more I think about it.
“What?” I heard my tone, there was definite alarm to my voice.
“We could do a brother act,” said Tommy.
“We could dress you in matching outfits,” said Gordon.
“This is stripping and masturbating until you cum,” I said to Tommy.
“I could do it with you,” Tommy replied. He smiled so sweetly, like we were talking about picking wild flowers.
“Well, that’s settled then,” said Gordon.
“This is so not settled,” I protested.
“Josh could guide you through, like he was showing you what to do.”
“Like a big brother and a little brother,” said Tommy.
“Yes., I like it.” Gordon clapped his hands in front of his face.”
“Hang on.”
“Oh Josh, don’t be such a prude.”
“A prude?” I heard my voice wine on the upper octave, it wasn’t an attractive sound.
“Here, stand together.” Gordon ushered Tommy sideways next to me. “You look gorgeous together.”
“Tommy, you may think this is funny, but I can assure you Gordon is deadly serious.
“So am I,” replied Tommy. “It would be fun if I was doing it with you.”
“But...”
“That’s the spirit, booze, drugs whatever you want to get you in the mood and it will be all over before you know it.”
“What?”
“You’ll be the hit of the party.”
“No way!”
Gordon looked at his watch. “Oh, good heavens, is that the time. I simply have to go.”
“Gordon!”
“It was a pleasure to meet you young Tommy.” Gordon kissed Tommy on the cheek.
“Me too.”
Gordon looked at me. “You big spunk, give your old aunty a hug.”
“Gordon, this isn’t going...”
Gordon slid his fingers over my mouth. “Hush now. It’s your turn to learn from someone younger.”
“Ha, ha.”
“Got to dash.”
And then he was sailing like a galleon to the front door. The unstoppable force. Click, click went the front door and he was gone.
I sat back on the couch.
Tommy climbed onto my lap and hugged me tight. “I want you to fuck me.” He squirmed his arse around on my cock.
“You’re not getting out of this that easily.”
But, I love that feeling of Tommy’s hard-on in his track pants, it’s like a club... and, I guess, he did get away with it that easily. We pulled each other off, as we kissed, furiously, as Tommy straddled my lap, his blue and red checked boxers were hooked under his big nuts. He yelled out loud as he blew his load, all over me. His thick cock throbs as it pumps its litre of cum out, all hot and sticky. He shakes all over and gulps for breath, as he spasms.
I came all over his balls and in his pubes, my cum matted in the hair.
He collapsed forwards onto me and snuggled into my neck, holding me tight, kissing my skin gently. I stroked his hair, I love the texture of it, the feel of it on my hand.
“Don’t ever let me go,” he whispered in my ear. I stroked his hair and his neck and his shoulders, wrapped my arms around him. He, kind of, exhaled into my embrace and we lay there as one, for the longest time. I listened to his breathing, I inhaled his Tommy scent.
“Hi, watcha doing?”
The sun was shining, the sky was blue, even if it wasn’t so warm and here was Mr Gorgeous with his head tilted sideways, like he does when he’s asked a question and is waiting for an answer.
“Waiting for you... Tommo.”
He smiled his gorgeous smile, where the grin just spreads across his face organically, like a bloom, like a realisation.
“I just thought I’d come over and hang. Okay?”
He looked adorable, I wanted to lick him, but, I find, I stand back a little with Tommy. Oh, I don’t know why? I think there is a small part of me that thinks I’m taking advantage of him, you know, just across the road, home delivered whenever I might choose. It’s stupid really.
I stepped back and motioned with my head to come in. He walked ahead of me, purposely, so I could gaze at his sexy arse.
“How was drinks the other night?”
“Good.” He shrugged. “Steve’s lovely, you know.”
“I know.”
Tommy and Steve went out drinking a few nights ago, just the two of them, where Tommy questioned Steve about sex. He wanted to hear Steve say he was cool with me and Tommy fooling around. He assured Steve that he understood what a gift, as he put it, it really was. Tommy had subtly suggested that he wanted to have unsafe sex with me, or, at least, that was Steve’s understanding of it. Of course, Steve had told me all about it. I was a bit taken aback and Steve had said that he wondered about it, that the three of us would need to talk up front and directly about it.
“Tommy told me that he’d never had sex with anyone else,” said Steve. “And that he was the safest proposition there was. No risk.”
Tommy must have been reading up on it all, I guessed. He also implied that he was greatly attracted to Steve too and wondered if anything would ever happen in that way.
“He said he regretted passing out that morning that the three of us were in bed together.”
“So, what do you think?”
“I think Tommy is gorgeous,” said Steve.
“Gorgeous enough?”
“Gorgeous enough to be yours.”
“He’s gorgeous enough to be both of ours.”
The doorbell buzzed. It was Gordon.
“My dear, I was just in the neighbourhood and in desperate need of a cup of tea. And I’d be dead before you called me.
“Oh... I’m...”
“How are you my lovely?”
“Good, Gordon. I’m good.”
Gordon had been shopping at the Sunday markets, as he said. I wasn’t so sure what that meant, but he assured me he was done in with a car full of lute. He sailed in like a galleon, as he likes to say. Gordon and Tommy, I thought, how’s that going to go, as I watched Gordon heading up the hallway in front of me.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Gordon looked back at me clutching his throat. “You should have said you had company.”
“Gordon, this is Tommy. Tommy this is Gordon.”
Tommy stood and offered his hand in a firm handshake, like the well mannered boy that he is.
“Tommy lives over the road.”
“Well, my dear,” said Gordon. He looked from Tommy to me as he spoke.
“Gordon is one of my...”
“One of this lovely man’s old aunties. Lovely to meet you young Tommy. And what do you do?”
“I’m at uni.”
“Well, bravo! And your major is?”
“Business.”
“So, a budding accountant in the making.”
“Yes... as interesting as that sounds.”
“Oh, I’m sure you would make it interesting,” said Gordon. “I’m sure if I’d been tempted to attend lectures if you were sitting next to me.”
Tommy smiled. Blushed. He’s adorable when he does that. He turns red and then looks down and looks away.
I made a pot of tea, as I know that’s how Gordon likes it. The only things you put in bags are dead things. I’d made Tangelo Cake and so I offered up a plate. Gordon said he was to “matronly” as it was and only drank the tea.
Gordon told stories and we all laughed.
Gordon put his arm around Tommy. “You’re lovely. You’d be perfect for my show at my Queens Birthday party.”
“Show?” asked Tommy.
“You’d dance for the crowd half way through the morning.”
“You want me to dance?”
“Yes.”
“Dance?”
“You are gorgeous. Italian?”
“Yes,” said Tommy.
“Very lovely. You haven’t told me about this beautiful boy.”
“Oh... maybe not,” I said. I hadn’t seen Gordon since New Year.
Gordon’s eyes were straight back to Tommy, looking him over. “So, what do we have under here?”
Gordon slipped his hand under Tommy’s hoodie onto his stomach. He rubbed Tommy’s stomach in a circular motion.
“He’s just a pup, Gordon. Treat him nice.”
“Oh Josh.” He looked back at Tommy. “I always treat the beautiful nicely.”
Tommy smiled. He blushed happy under the scrutiny.
“What do you look like stripped down to your jocks?”
Tommy’s eyebrows raised right up.
“The dance is a strip and masturbation in front of a room full of men,” I said. I thought Tommy might as well know the full details straight up before Gordon had his hand down Tommy’s pants.
“What?” was Tommy’s rather mystified reply.
"Nobody touches you, I'll see to that."
“In a room full of strangers?”
“Yes, we’ll set up a stage and...”
“Um, no... no thanks. Not me.”
“You’d be perfect. You’re lovely. Big. Strapping.”
Tommy looked at me for help.
“I’d pay you a fee, it’s a professional gig.”
“I think that’s a no,” I said.
“I’m with... I’m with, um, Josh. I...I...“
Gordon swung his gaze around to me. “Aren’t you and Steve?”
“Yes, yes, we are.” I smiled and then looked at Tommy, then looked back at Gordon. It was the first time I’d heard Tommy say such a thing and I didn’t want to contradict him, because it was true, after a fashion. It gave me an insight, a rather pleasing insight. “And Tommy.”
“Well, aren’t you full of surprises. A ménage de trios?”
“Not exactly, no. Tommy and I are, um, experiencing new things together.”
“New things?”
“Josh is my... guide, mentor, if you like.”
“In all things gay,” said Gordon.
“Yes.” Tommy smiled. “He’s showing me the, um, ropes.”
“And I’m sure you’d look very fetching in rope.”
“Gordon.”
“Well... Josh is one of my favourite people in the world, young Tommy. You are a luck boy.” Gordon looked at me. “As indeed you are.”
“Maybe, if Josh danced with me,” Tommy piped up cheekily. “Held my hand. Then I might.”
“It’s not your hand we’d be wanting him to hold.” Gordon laughed his throaty laugh as he gazed down the front of Tommy’s tracksuit pants. He turned to me. “Well, Josh, what do you say?”
I laughed. “What do I say?”
“Yes, what do you say?” repeated Tommy. I glared at him. You know not what you do, I so wanted to say. Gordon was a terrier with an idea he liked, he’d never let this go, if it meant Tommy would bare all. I would just be collateral damage. I knew how Gordon worked.
“You both must be out of your fucking minds.”
“Actually, Josh my boy, I find the idea fascinating, the more I think about it.
“What?” I heard my tone, there was definite alarm to my voice.
“We could do a brother act,” said Tommy.
“We could dress you in matching outfits,” said Gordon.
“This is stripping and masturbating until you cum,” I said to Tommy.
“I could do it with you,” Tommy replied. He smiled so sweetly, like we were talking about picking wild flowers.
“Well, that’s settled then,” said Gordon.
“This is so not settled,” I protested.
“Josh could guide you through, like he was showing you what to do.”
“Like a big brother and a little brother,” said Tommy.
“Yes., I like it.” Gordon clapped his hands in front of his face.”
“Hang on.”
“Oh Josh, don’t be such a prude.”
“A prude?” I heard my voice wine on the upper octave, it wasn’t an attractive sound.
“Here, stand together.” Gordon ushered Tommy sideways next to me. “You look gorgeous together.”
“Tommy, you may think this is funny, but I can assure you Gordon is deadly serious.
“So am I,” replied Tommy. “It would be fun if I was doing it with you.”
“But...”
“That’s the spirit, booze, drugs whatever you want to get you in the mood and it will be all over before you know it.”
“What?”
“You’ll be the hit of the party.”
“No way!”
Gordon looked at his watch. “Oh, good heavens, is that the time. I simply have to go.”
“Gordon!”
“It was a pleasure to meet you young Tommy.” Gordon kissed Tommy on the cheek.
“Me too.”
Gordon looked at me. “You big spunk, give your old aunty a hug.”
“Gordon, this isn’t going...”
Gordon slid his fingers over my mouth. “Hush now. It’s your turn to learn from someone younger.”
“Ha, ha.”
“Got to dash.”
And then he was sailing like a galleon to the front door. The unstoppable force. Click, click went the front door and he was gone.
I sat back on the couch.
Tommy climbed onto my lap and hugged me tight. “I want you to fuck me.” He squirmed his arse around on my cock.
“You’re not getting out of this that easily.”
But, I love that feeling of Tommy’s hard-on in his track pants, it’s like a club... and, I guess, he did get away with it that easily. We pulled each other off, as we kissed, furiously, as Tommy straddled my lap, his blue and red checked boxers were hooked under his big nuts. He yelled out loud as he blew his load, all over me. His thick cock throbs as it pumps its litre of cum out, all hot and sticky. He shakes all over and gulps for breath, as he spasms.
I came all over his balls and in his pubes, my cum matted in the hair.
He collapsed forwards onto me and snuggled into my neck, holding me tight, kissing my skin gently. I stroked his hair, I love the texture of it, the feel of it on my hand.
“Don’t ever let me go,” he whispered in my ear. I stroked his hair and his neck and his shoulders, wrapped my arms around him. He, kind of, exhaled into my embrace and we lay there as one, for the longest time. I listened to his breathing, I inhaled his Tommy scent.
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