Kiss and Tell

Chapter 14

Jeff

“You didn’t really fuck in his food truck, did you?” Doug asked. He shuddered. “You’re right. I’m going to think twice before I ever visit one again.”

Randy cackled. “Remember your Shakespeare. What did Lady Macbeth say? ‘A little water clears us of this deed’?”

Travis snorted. “Never mind water—I think a steam clean might be called for.”

“Have you noticed something about all our tales so far tonight?” Doug remarked. “We all seem to be living dangerously. Oral sex in a locker room, acting in a porn video…”

“Mine wasn’t all that dangerous,” I commented.

“You wouldn’t be so calm about it if someone had caught you.” Randy’s eyes twinkled.

My phone pinged, and I glanced at the screen. It was Brandon.

You free to talk?

“Excuse me a second.” I stood and headed down the steps again toward the jetty. I sat on the end, my feet dangling above the water.

I clicked on Call , and he answered straight away. “I’m not disturbing you, am I?”

“Not at all,” I assured him. “In fact, you messaging me right now is perfect timing. I literally finished telling them about our first encounter.”

He laughed. “How did they react?”

“Well, Doug was a bit squicked out about the idea of us fucking on the prep counter, but apart from that, I think it went down well. Anything wrong?”

“I was just calling to confirm I’ll be there twelve-ish. I managed to get more admin done this evening.”

“Great. I think it’ll be fun.”

“Have you all got any plans for the rest of the weekend?”

I smiled. “Funny you should say that. Yeah, we do, but… well, they might not be your kinda thing.”

“Ooh, now you’ve got me curious. What kinda thing?”

“Well, two of my friends and their guests are planning on having a foursome.”

“Wow.”

I stilled. “That’s all you’re going to say? Don’t you have any questions?”

“Just the one. Why aren’t you taking part?”

I blinked. “Because I’ll have you as my guest, of course.”

“And? That’s no excuse to miss out on an orgy.”

“Who said it was an orgy?”

“Four people? That’s obviously a foursome. Five or more? We’re talking orgy. And I’d have a ringside seat.”

Okay, this was making my head spin.

“You want to watch me fucking other guys?”

“Why not? I think it would be hot. I’ve never done anything like that before. And if you decide to sit and watch with me, that’d be hot too.”

I cleared my throat. “Okay, here’s a scenario for you. We watch them fuck, we get all hot ‘n’ bothered, and we end up fucking too. Would that be okay, having other guys watch you?”

Brandon sighed into my ear. “Two things. First of all, it would depend on the guys, whether I felt comfortable around them. Because if I don’t, then I’ll find a quiet spot with you. But if they’re okay, then sure, why not?”

Apparently I didn’t know Brandon at all.

“What’s the other thing?”

He chuckled. “If I do feel comfortable around them, I might do more than watch. I might join in.”

I curled my hand around my hardening cock. “I see.”

“You’ve got a boner right now, haven’t you?” Amusement laced his tone. “You’re thinking about all the shenanigans we might get up to. I’d better come prepared, then. Just in case.” He paused. “Maybe this is where I should mention I had my T-shot today. And you know what that means.”

Holy fuck . Brandon had a pretty high libido anyway, but a day or two after his shot, it was as if he were in heat.

“And if I am gonna come prepared, there’s this cute little set of butt plugs in my closet…”

Shit, the shocks are coming thick and fast tonight.

“Isn’t that going to depend on whether you’re contemplating taking a dick up your ass?”

“Not saying I will, but at least I’d be ready for it. And if I am gonna do it, that baby needs to go in tonight. Another thing. They know I’m trans, right? Do they know the rules? Or do I need to send notes?”

I knew what he was talking about. “Bring condoms.”

“Sure. And talk to them before I get there? Just in case some of them are okay with fucking a trans guy.” He let out a squeal. “Holy fuck, I’m excited.”

“ You’re excited?

He laughed. “Go on, go back to your stories and your beer. I’ll see you tomorrow. Pleasant dreams, Jeff.”

He hung up.

That little bastard. He had my motor running, and he was too far away to help me out with it.

“Hey, Jeff? You down there? We’re ready for the last one,” Travis hollered.

I got to my feet and headed back up the cliff.

He knows me far too well.

And I knew I’d be thinking about what he’d said all freaking night.

Laughter greeted me as I reached the porch.

“What did I miss?”

Travis grinned. “Doug just got an email from Dr. Wolf. I bet that isn’t his real name.”

I rolled my eyes. “Because of course he’d run a gay porn network under his real name. What was in the email?”

Doug finished his cognac. “He wants me to be in a series.”

“And?”

“He wants me to play a Scoutmaster. You know, fucking guys in Scouts uniforms.”

“The funny part was Doug’s reaction,” Randy informed me. “His face turned bright red.” He snuck a glance at Doug. “I think there’s a story to this. Maybe Doug had the hots for his Scoutmaster when he was younger, but he buried his feelings.”

Travis nodded. “Maybe it was having the hots for his Scoutmaster that turned Doug gay.”

Doug opened and closed his mouth, but no sound came out.

I chuckled. “I think you’re right.”

“We are not going to discuss this, you hear?” Doug sat on one of the chairs. “We’ve got one more story to hear, and more drinking to do, so why don’t we get on with it?”

Randy

I sighed. “I hate to say it, but I think you all have me beat. There’s no way I can top any of your tales. So maybe I shouldn’t even try. Maybe I should concede defeat.”

Travis stared at me. “ Noooo . You can’t give up without having a go. Your stories are hot as fuck. We’re talking serious boner-inducing, nipple-stiffening goodness.”

“But what if my latest hook-up was boring as fuck? I might not want to talk about it.”

Jeff helped himself to another glass of cognac. “Okay, here’s the deal. If you truly feel your latest encounter isn’t worth sharing, then go back to one that was. A tale you haven’t shared yet. I’m sure you have plenty of those.” His eyes gleamed. “Just make it a juicy, cum-soaked tale, and we’ll be happy.”

I could have kissed him.

“Yeah, I could manage that,” I said in a grudging tone. I thought fast. “Okay, there was this one time I was visiting a construction site to check it was all looking good. It was my last visit of the day, and all the workmen had left. Well, all apart from the foreman.”

“A construction guy? We talking hard hat and tool belt?”

I swear, Travis was drooling.

I nodded, grinning. “No shirt, chest slick with sweat, jeans hanging low enough to show his crack, and a hard-on that could’ve been mistaken for a piece of lead pipe stuffed into his briefs. Except he was going commando.”

Jeff gave me a half bow, and when our gazes met, he mouthed, the master .

After all these years, I really knew my audience.

But all the while I spun my tale of rough fucking a tight ass over a heap of bricks, and tying the foreman’s hands to a steel girder before I took him standing up, my head was full of a beautiful day in 2022, when I’d decided to visit one of my favorite pieces of architecture before heading to the lake for a quiet weekend.

Except when I got to Bixby Bridge, I met a young man with a problem, and I ended up playing the Good Samaritan. Only, he’d acted with the most altruistic and unselfish of intentions, according to the Bible.

I’ve never read a version of the story that told how the Good Samaritan wanted to fuck the wounded guy’s brains out.