The Golden Boys
 by: Hankster

© 2013 by the author

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Chapter 5
A Night on the Town

John and Rosie were ready a little before Bob and Darryl.  The man at the desk in the lobby recommended a restaurant near Mallory Square.  He told them that after dinner they could watch the sunset there, and they would find many outdoor vendors with interesting things for sale.  He also recommended a gay bar for later in the evening.

When Darryl knocked on Harris’s door, he came right out.  He introduced Harris Payne to Bob, and they went to the lobby to meet the rest of the gang.  John and Rosie had been clued into Harris’s status.  Everyone did their best to make him feel welcome and part of the crowd.  They were delighted to hear that he lived in Ft. Lauderdale.

They had to wait for a table for five, but it was worth the wait.  The food was wonderful.  It set a festive mood for the evening.  Harris and Darryl sat next to each other at the table, and Harris kept reaching under the table and laying his hand on Darryl’s crotch.  Darryl didn’t discourage it, but he did not reciprocate.

They got to Mallory Square before sunset, and had time to examine the various souvenirs for sale. 

At one point, Harris found himself walking side by side with Bob.  “You know,” he said, “I thought Darryl was a stunning hunk, but you’re even more so.”

Bob blushed, but he didn’t know what to say, so just to avoid an uncomfortable silence, he said, “I’m sorry about you and you partner, former partner, but I’m sure someone else will come along.  Let’s hope that someone will be more loyal.”

“Thanks, Bob.  I’d like to emulate you and Darryl someday.  I’m sure you two have a monogamous relationship.  I gotta tell you that makes me sad.  I could easily go to bed with either of you.”

Bob was dumbfounded.  Harris was coming on to him, and to his momentarily absent partner.  Once again he had no idea what to say, so he smiled and walked on ahead.  Still, he wondered what Darryl would think about a threesome.   It would be a new experience for him.

They viewed the beautiful sunset from the southernmost point in the continental USA.  A spectacular sight!  After that they went to the bar that the resort had recommended.  There were no tables available, so they huddled together at the bar.  Space was limited, and their bodies were being forced close to one another.  Harris managed to rub against Bob and Darryl at different times.  Rosie was oblivious, but John was beginning to notice and wonder.

He didn’t have to wonder long.  The establishment featured a drag show at 10 PM. The drag queens were arriving one at a time, and mingling with the patrons.  One of them zeroed in on Harris, and was all over him.  She told him that her name was Fifi LaFleur.  Finally he asked the question the queen was waiting for.  “Can I buy you a drink?”

“You sure can, handsome.” She took him by the hand and maneuvered him over to one end of the bar which was a service area.  It was also an area where she knew she could get a watered down drink. While waiting for her drink, she rubbed her body sensuously against Harris.

When her drink was served she kissed Harris on his cheek, and had the gall to say, “I hope you have plenty of singles on you when I perform.  You’ll get a nice handful when you stuff the bills into my G-string.  Ta, ta gorgeous.  I’ve got to get ready,” and she disappeared. 

Harris returned to the guys, and they kidded him about making it with the Queen of the Night.  He remained stoic, but at the first opportunity he got Bob and Darryl aside, and whispered to them, “We’re all too old to be coy.  If I make it with anyone tonight, I would want it to be with you two guys.  Are you interested in a threesome?  You won’t be cheating if you are together, and I promise, you won’t be sorry.”

Darryl wanted nothing more than to have a threesome with Bob and Harris.  He was still trying to make up for the time he lost during all of his married years.  He wanted to try everything, and a threesome was definitely on the list of things he had missed.

He knew how vulnerable Bob was, and he was too reticent to answer for them.  Imagine his surprise when Bob said, “That’s quite an invitation, Harris.  When we go back to the hotel, go to your room.  I’ll discuss it with Darryl, and if it’s a yes, we’ll come get you.  Let’s all of us be as quiet as possible.  Rosie and John don’t have to know about it.”

To Darryl, it sounded like Bob was going to say yes.  Bob had been thinking about it all evening, ever since Harris had come on to him.  He and Ron had never done a threesome.  Every so often, the opportunity to indulge had come up.  They would discuss it, but each one would be too shy to admit he wanted to try it.  Bob concluded that he had missed out on too many things in life, and maybe this time he should say yes.  It didn’t hurt, that he was on vacation in Key West, and he was in a very festive mood.  It was also a plus that Darryl was of a like mind, in that he didn’t want to miss out on anything anymore either.

A short time later, he whispered in Darryl’s ear, “Let’s go for it, Babe.  You only live once.”  Darryl, in turn, whispered to Harris, “It’s a go, but return to your room.  One of us will come get you.”

The show started and Harris’s queen was the second performer.  She spotted him standing on the side with his friends, and came right over to him.  She was gyrating all over his body and rubbing her phony breasts in his face.  She wasn’t turning him on in the least.  In fact, he was more nearly revolted.

“Hang around,” she said when she concluded her act.  “I have another number in about an hour and then I’m free to leave.”  Harris tried to imagine what she would look like out of drag.  The picture that came to mind was not a pretty one.  Actually she was a good looking guy, but it was impossible to tell under all that makeup.  Harris didn’t answer her.  He had a much better offer on the table.

They all had too much to drink, and slightly past 11 PM, they headed back to the resort, arm in arm, singing too loudly.  When they got there Rosie said, “It’s too early to turn in.  Let’s go for a swim.” 

“Good idea,” they all yelled at once.  They stopped in their rooms to strip and went to the pool. 

They were surprised to see about twenty guests lolling around the pool, and a few more in the pool.  They were all naked.  Occasionally two men would leave the pool area, and hand in hand, head for a room.  Harris smiled to himself.  His turn was coming, and he had a bonus to boot…two guys, two handsome guys.

The five of them went into the water, started fooling around, and grab-assing.  They were way too noisy, which drove the remaining few guests in the pool to vacate it at once.  They were mostly men in their twenties, who decided that the behavior of these “elderly” men was age inappropriate.

Bob, Darryl and Harris were anticipating a night of debauchery, and announced that they were tired.  The three men left the pool together.  Rosie and John were having too much fun and stayed on.  There was nobody in the hallway when they reached their rooms so Bob said, “You might as well join us now, since I don’t know how long Rosie and John will be at the pool.”

Harris smiled, and the three men rushed into the room.  Darryl locked the door.  He hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to proceed.  Finally he said, “Let’s shower and wash the chlorine off our bodies.”  The shower was miniscule, and they had to bathe one at a time.  Harris went last.

When he exited the shower and dried himself thoroughly, he found Darryl and Bob smooching in bed.  “May I join you?” he asked.

“Sure.  Lie down between us,” Bob said.  He and Darryl separated, and made some room for Harris.  The bed was queen-size, and they lay together comfortably, with a few inches to spare.  Darryl and Bob started to kiss Harris, sharing his mouth and tongue alternately. 

Suddenly Harris leaned over and took Bob’s cock into his mouth.  He began to run his tongue up and down the length of Bob’s manhood as his lips pumped gently.  Bob began to purr like a kitten.

Just as suddenly, he stopped and turned his attention to Darryl.  Harris was a real pro, as Darryl knew full well.  He didn’t want to cum quickly, so he stopped him and said, “Bob, straddle my chest and fuck my face.”  He leaned over to his dresser and retrieved a tube of lube and a box of lubricated condoms, which he handed to Harris.  He and Bob never used them, but he brought them along ‘just in case.’ 

“Harris,” Darryl said.  “Prepare us.  Straddle my middle and guide my cock into your ass.  We’ll fuck while I suck Bob.  Try to delay cumming everybody and we can switch positions often.”

“Or until one of us can’t stop, and cums,” Bob suggested.

They all laughed.  “That’s quite a challenge,” Harris said.  “Let’s do our best to prolong our orgasms as long as possible.”  He unwrapped one of the condoms and rolled it down Darryl’s prick.  Poor Darryl almost came just from that simple act.  Then he lubed his ass and Darryl’s gushy cock.  He straddled his fuck buddy and sat down gently, entering rather easily.

While this was going on, Bob straddled Darryl’s chest and presented his cock to him.  Darryl devoured it quickly, but gently.  All three went to work.  Darryl’s cock was stroking Harris’s prostate gland, and try as hard as he could not to cum, he shot all over his chest, and up to his chin.

“No fair,” Bob yelled.  “I guess we should switch positions.”

“I need to recover first,” Harris stated, so they just resumed the position of lying side by side, kissing and cuddling.  That wasn’t bad either.

After about half an hour Harris announced that he was hard again.  He took Darryl’s position and Darryl took Bob’s.  Darryl presented his cock to Harris’s yearning mouth.  Bob sat down on Harris’s cock, and the dance of love began anew.  Bob’s prostate betrayed him, and he couldn’t hold back.  Harris sucked faster, and got Darryl off right after Bob.  All three had cum and were ready for sleep.  They cuddled together, fondled each other, and fell asleep about two in the morning.  The end of a perfect day. 

To be continued...

Posted: 08/23/13