"Hey Drew..." Greg sighed heavily into the mouthpiece
of his cell phone. He
was determined not to let the tears come even though he'd just
been pushed
aside by his lover.
"Oh, hey Greg. How's it going?" Drew asked.
Greg replied dryly, "Oh, terrible, you?"
"What's up?"
"Brad dumped me."
"What? You two were so pathetically happy...it was giving
the whole group
diabetes."
"Well, long story short...I messed up, he needs time."
"Wow man, I'm sorry to hear that...look, you maybe wanna
come over and
we could talk or something?"
Greg smiled, he was hoping Drew would ask. "I take it you're
alone?"
"I wouldn't have asked otherwise."
"I'll be there in twenty minutes." Greg smirked,
"Heat up the sheets."
* * *
* *
Greg smiled and handed Drew a 12 pack as he was let into the big
house.
"I see the place hasn't changed." Drew silently led him
to the den where a
large bearskin rug was conveniently laid before a roaring
fireplace. "Cozy."
"I thought you might like it." Drew smiled as he ran
his hands over the pockets
of his jeans. He would have changed into something a little more
comfortable,
but after setting up in the den he didn't have time
"But jeans and a t-shirt? You know I like it a little
classier..." Greg sidled up
beside Drew and traced a line down his nose.
Drew licked the dancing index finger as it passed over his lips.
"I can go change."
"Don't worry about it too much, you won't be in them long if
I get my way."
Greg smiled slightly.
Drew pushed himself up against Greg and purred into his ear,
"You sweet talker."
"After the week I've had, I'm definitely not all talk."
Greg took Drew in a deep,
lusty kiss.
As he was pushed to the bearskin, then lowered with Greg atop
him, Drew
felt a twinge of guilt. He suspected Greg had cheated on Brad,
and this could
only make it worse.
Greg saw the doubt in Drew's eyes and pressed his growing hard on
into Drew's
thigh to erase all doubts with lust.
Heart racing, and pulse pounding, Drew kissed Greg's hungry mouth
once more,
then felt his jeans being undone.
Greg searched the room, then saw the conveniently placed bottle
of lube on the
floor. Then, in a rush, he took off his jeans and shirt as Drew
slid out of his own
clothes.
As Greg began to lube up his already stiff member, the doorbell
rang.
"Just ignore it..." Drew rolled onto his stomach to
ready for the prepping.
"No." Greg slid into a sitting position on his heels,
"Go see who it is."
"Hi." Wayne Brady smiled as a boxer clad Drew opened
the door. Then, he
saw Greg nude in the doorway to the hall. "Shit man...I'm
sorry...I didn't
realize you were busy."
"Oh no, come on in Wayne." Greg smiled and walked into
the living room,
sliding onto the leather couch, "We were just getting
started...but you're
welcome to come on in and join us."
"No man...I think I'll pass." Wayne began to back away.
"For a beer!" Drew added, "Join us for a
beer?"
"Sure, what he said." Greg shrugged.
Wayne sighed; there was no getting out of this one. With a shrug,
he
entered and accepted a cold beer, then sat on the couch end
opposite Greg.
"So, uh, Greg...aren't you with Brad?"
"It's over." Greg shrugged, "I fucked up...no, I
won't explain...and he was
pretty close to finding out about my past...so it just
ended."
Drew sighed; "It wasn't because of me, was it?"
"No Drew...we stopped sleeping together after the first
month I was with Brad."
Greg sighed; "You know how I felt about that..."
"So you're sleeping with Greg now?" Wayne asked Drew.
"Well, we were abut to..." Drew shrugged, "But you
knew I wasn't just sleeping
with you, right?"
"You're sleeping with Wayne?" Greg smirked, "Well
there's something new..."
Greg realized he was still mostly hard and saw Wayne's eyes
casing him. In a
quick motion, Greg tucked his legs up, crossing them, and pulled
a pillow to his lap.
"Well, I knew you were sleeping with Ryan and Chip...but not
Greg." Wayne smiled.
"You're sleeping with Ryan too? Does Colin know?" Greg
was amazed at the
wealth of new information.
"Of course not!" Drew shot a look at Greg that could
only mean trouble. "They
were separated at the time...and when you spend as much time
together as
Ryan and I do..."
"I see." Greg shrugged. "So we're all a bunch of
sluts?"
Wayne grinned, "Well, since we're all coming clean, I've
only slept with Drew
and once with Chip."
"And once with Colin." Drew added,
"I never slept with Colin!" Wayne replied.
"Yes you did!" Drew smirked, "I watched you jack
him off in the props room,
remember?"
Greg couldn't help but smile at the thought of Wayne, Drew and
Colin getting
nasty in the props room.
"Oh...well that doesn't count..." Wayne shook his head,
"Hand jobs aren't sex."
"Yes they are!" Greg jumped into the conversation.
"Well, if you count that I've been with Drew lots, Chip a
few times, Colin once,
Ryan twice and Craig once!" Wayne replied.
"Oh my God!" Drew sat up, grinning; "You gave
Craig a hand job?"
Wayne blushed invisibly, "Well, he was doing that cute Mr.
Wick voice..."
"What about you?" Greg smirked at Drew.
"Everyone but Brad....definitely more than once." Drew
replied.
"We have to stop talking like this." the naked Greg
smirked; "I'm so fucking
hard right now..."
"So I noticed." Wayne smiled gently.
"Well, feel free to notice some more." Greg removed the
pillow and put
one leg on the floor, stretching the other on the couch.
"Are you trying to seduce me Mr. Proops?" Wayne licked
his lower lip.
"I think I could partake in some chocolate." Greg
smiled seductively.
Wayne slid down on the couch, trailing a line down Greg's
outstretched leg,
then bent and nipped at the man's thighs.
A thin hiss escaped Greg's clenched teeth; followed by a soft
groan as he felt
Wayne's warm mouth wrap around his cock.
Wayne accepted the full length and bobbed his head slightly,
taking the dick
deep and twirling his tongue along the base. One hand scratched
up and down
the outstretched thigh, the other gently stroked and cradled
Greg's heavy sac.
Drew rocked back in his recliner and traced lines on his chest,
gently squeezing
each bare nipple. Watching Wayne suck off Greg was having a more
than
erotic effect on him.
"Ohh....right there!" Greg thrust up into Wayne's mouth
as the man ran his teeth
along the sensitive shaft.
"Not yet..." Wayne let the wet hard on slip out of his
mouth, then pulled Greg
into a savage kiss. He stood and slid out of his clothes, then
looked to Drew,
"Lube?"
Drew nodded and stood up, his boxers already tenting. Quickly he
left and
returned with the lube.
Wayne took the bottle and began to apply the slippery stuff to
his cock, then
grabbed Greg by the waist. "Over."
"You're going to fuck me?" Greg sighed as he stood and
braced himself leaning
over the arm of the couch.
"That was the idea." Wayne slid a lubed finger up the
crack of Greg's ass and
found the small hole. In a motion, he slid in the first two
fingers and began to
gently stretch and massage.
"Oooh!" Greg shot up when Wayne found the sweet spot.
"I think we have a winner." Wayne smiled, then
positioned his cock at the
entrance and bent Greg back over the arm. He pulled out the
fingers, then
quickly thrust in to the hilt.
Greg hissed as the pain hit him, then sank into the pleasure as
Wayne began
to slowly fuck him.
With gentle half-inch strokes, Wayne began to rock his hips and
Greg's world.
Drew slid under the fucking men and began to slide his hand over
Greg's
aching cock, coupling his motions with Wayne's thrusts. The other
hand found
his own penis and joined the sync.
Wayne dug his hands harshly into Greg's shoulders as Greg began
to moan
and buck wildly. He could feel that he was close to coming,
partly from the
conversation and partly from fucking Greg's tight ass.
"Oh...my...." Greg began to loose control of his body
as the all over warmth
took over. He could feel a hand on his cock and a cock inside
him. His body
hummed and he moaned loudly as his muscles began to tense even
faster.
Drew daringly tilted his head and propped himself up to lick the
warm member
as he stroked it.
Wayne felt his knees trying to give out as his muscles tensed.
Then, with one
more powerful stroke, he came deep inside Greg and stepped back
on wobbly
legs, then fell to the floor.
Drew stroked himself harder as he saw Wayne come, then with a
thrust into his
palm; he came, not seeing Greg coming sliding down on the couch.
The powerful cum-filled thrust sent Greg back up against the
couch as the hand
around his dick went limp. The heat overtaking him, he came in
succession, all
over Drew's face, then slid head first into the couch.
Drew felt himself coming back to life and wiped the spunk off his
face and
onto his boxers. He could see Wayne slipping back into his
clothes.
"In a hurry?" Greg turned onto his back as his ass
cleared the arm and his legs
dangled over the edge.
Wayne licked his lips; "I only stopped by for a quickie...I
have to go to an audition."
Drew shook his head as he clambered to his feet. "Always in
a hurry..."
"Well, now you've slept with everyone but Brad...both of
you. I highly suggest
you do so immediately...the boy is a wonder..." Greg
giggled, then felt his stomach
sinking as he mentioned Brad.
Wayne shook his head, then left.
Drew sighed as he saw the look on Greg's face. "It's okay
man..."
"No, it's not okay..." Greg sat up and held his face in
his hands. "What have I
done?" He could feel the tears welling up; "He's never
going to forgive me..."
"It's okay..." Drew sat beside his friend and hooked a
meaty arm around Greg's
slick shoulders, "You'll pull through...you're strong."
"I...I..." Greg stood up quickly, then went to the den
and came out pulling on
his clothes. Shoes in hand he finished buttoning his shirt.
"I have to go talk to
Brad...sorry..."
"Let me know how it goes..." Drew shrugged as Greg slid
into his car and pulled
out of the drive. "Hopeless..."
*****
END
*****