Will and Billy returned to Rod’s house to find him in the kitchen preparing supper.

“Sorry we’re late,” Will said.  “We hoped to take you out to eat as a token of our appreciation for your hospitality.”

Billy was discouraged by Will’s comment because it seemed to mean that the plan for an evening of sexual pleasure had not won Will’s approval.  Still, he managed to say, “That’s right.  We’s grateful for all ya done for us and want to return the favor.”

“Not necessary,” Rod beamed as he slipped a casserole in the oven.  “I’m glad to have your company.  As I said before, it gets pretty lonely here in a big house.  You guys have been a very welcome change of pace for me.  By the way, I’ve fixed a casserole for supper.  It’s one of my favorites.  My mother’s recipe.  I don’t have a chance to have it very often because I don’t often have guests to share it with.  When I’m alone, I have to eat it for three or four days.  Kinda takes the pleasure out of it by the third day.  It’ll be ready in about an hour.  I don’t drink but if you’d like a glass of wine before supper, I’ve got several to choose from.”

“I don’t drink either,” Will lied, reluctant to open one of Rod’s bottles of wine.

Billy promptly added, “I’d have one cold beer after a hot day in the fields back on the farm but I never grew a taste for wine.  That’s somethin’ my momma and daddy couldn’t afford.  Same for hard liquor.  Tried some moonshine once.  Thought I was gonna die.”

“You two are real oddities for being in the Navy.  Don’t you want to uphold the tradition of hard-drinkin’ sailors?”  Rod’s laughter at his joke was contagious.  Will and Billy laughed also but Billy make the mistake of saying, “That ain’t all that makes us oddballs in the Navy.”

“Oh?” Rod asked.  “There’s more?”

Billy suddenly realized the implication of what he had said — an indirect admission of being gay.  But he couldn’t think of a way to extricate himself from the trap he was in.  There was an awkward moment of silence before Will said, “Yeah.  We’re the only ones that sunk our own ship.  I was afraid the Government will send us a bill for the cost of the launch we lost back on the island.”

After supper, they watched a movie.  No sooner than it ended, Rod excused himself as he had done the night before to go to bed early.  Will and Billy remained in the living room talking quietly so as not to disturb him.  Billy, still eager to give Rod a sexual treat, said, “I reckon ya haven’t changed yur mind ‘bout doin’ somethin’ with our host.”

“I haven’t rejected the idea, Billy, but I haven’t accepted it either.  Call me old-fashioned but I think there are two kinds of sex.  There’s the kind you do just for experimenting, or later on for nothing more than physical gratification.  Lots of men do nothing more than that — with women or other men.  The second kind is very different.  It’s the kind that you and I do.  It’s an expression of love.  It’s far more than physical although that’s certainly a part of it.  It’s emotional.  It’s spiritual.  It’s infinitely better than merely getting your rocks off.  With the first kind, one can bounce between partners as opportunities arise.  I suspect Rod does that.  With the second kind there’s a bond that demands commitment.  And fidelity.  What it comes down to is two things.  I haven’t decided whether the two kinds of sex can coexist.  Which creates another concern.  If we have sex with Rod, what will it do to our relationship?  What would it mean for our future?  Will we have — or create — other opportunities to have sex with somebody?  Would it lead to orgies?  If so, could our dedication to each other — our love for each other — suffer?  I’d hate for that to happen.”

“I reckon I gotta agree with some o’ what you said.  There bein’ two kinds of sex.  Ya told me ya had sex with guys in school and it was nothin’ more than sex.  Ya also told me ya love me and that makes it heaps better than sex without no love.  I ain’t never had the first kind o’ sex so I can’t compare the two like y’all can.  But there’s one thing I know for damn sure.  I love you.  I wanna be yur lover forever.  Ain’t nothing that’d change my mind ‘bout that.  Lessen maybe ya turned mean ... but that ain’t gonna happen.  Yur too nice to do that.  Givin’ Rod a thrill ... both of us doin’ it for him ... ain’t gonna change how I feel ‘bout ya.  Might even make me love ya more.  ‘Though I don’t know how I could love ya more than I do now.  And that’s the gospel truth!”

The depth of Billy’s sincerity as he professed his love was clearly evident and touched Will who replied, “And I love you back, Billy Ray Simpson ... more than I ever thought possible.”

Their kiss was long and passionate.  Both of their cocks began to stiffen.

“One more thing I gotta say, Will.  If’n ya don’t wanna do nothing with Rod, it won’t change how I feel ‘bout ya.  If’n ya do, I’ll still love ya as much as before.”

“Show me!” Will exclaimed.  “Right now!  In bed!  Or, rather, on the floor.”

They both chuckled and made their way upstairs to their temporary bedroom where they lost no time disrobing, embracing, kissing, fondling each other, and achieving a nearly simultaneous orgasm in a sixty-nine position.

Relocating to the bed, they snuggled together with their naked bodies pressed tightly against each other and reveling in the unbounded joy of being more than two loving partners but joined emotionally into a precious bond of oneness.

After several minutes of quiet bliss, Will said, “Let’s do it.”

“Again?” a surprised Billy asked.  “Don’t know if’n I can get it up so soon.  But I’d be happy to do it to y’all if’n that’s whatcha want.”

Will chuckled and said, “No.  What I meant was let’s do it tomorrow night with Rod.”

“Really?  Ya sure yur okay with our doin’ it with him?”

“It took me longer to realize it,” Will said almost contritely.  “And it took me longer than you to accept it.  But it would be a wonderfully nice way to return Rod’s kindness.  And ... here’s the most important part ... I’m as confident as you obviously are that it won’t jeopardize what we have with each other.”

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Will and Billy were sure to be home to greet their host when he arrived after his shift at the café.  They were as excited as children about the surprise they had planned.  When Rod came through the front door he saw his guests in the living room and cheerfully said, “Hi, guys.  How was your last day of freedom from the rigors of Navy life?”

“Great!” Will replied.  “We didn’t do much ... just walked around downtown mostly and stumbled on Gaslight Village.  VERY interesting.  Fact is, we found a restaurant that looks like a great place to eat.  We’d like to take you there tonight to express our appreciation for your kind hospitality.”

“Oh, that’s not necessary,” Rod said.  “As I’ve told you, it’s a pleasure just to have your company.”

“You may think it’s not necessary,” Will countered.  “but Billy and I think it is.  So let’s not argue about it.  We thought we could have an early dinner before the crowd packs the place and then come back here to ... ah ... relax a bit.”

Rod continued to resist the offer but soon relented as both of his guests were adamantly persuasive.

Upon returning from dinner, the trio settled into the living room to relax and chat.  It wasn’t long before Will said, “You left your bedroom door open this morning.  I noticed you have a queen size bed.”

“Yeah,” Rod said.  “It was my parents’.  But I must confess that it’s more comfortable than the double bed in your room.”

“I s’pose it is,” Billy said.  “And big enough for three people.”

Rod didn’t think Billy’s comment was any more than a casual observation and said, “Quite easily, I imagine.  It’s really too big for one person but it was there ... so that’s where I sleep.”

“I think you’re wrong, Billy” Will said.  “Sure, it’s bigger than a double bed but not big enough for three adults.”

“I AIN’T wrong!” Billy exclaimed.  “It’s as wide as it is long.  That’s plenty ‘nuff space for three people.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Billy.”

“Oh yeah?  I s’pose ya think yur smarter ‘n me just ‘cause ya got a couple o’ years of college!”

Rod became concerned that his guests’ tempers were getting out of control and he tried to settle them down.  “Hey, guys!  Chill it!  There’s no sense arguing about something as trivial as the dimensions of a stupid bed.”

But Billy and Will continued with the dialogue they had agreed upon.  Rod grew more uneasy.  After a few more harsh exchanges, Billy said with fake anger, “Ain’t no way yur gonna see that I’m right, Mr. Know-It-All!”  He paused before adding,  “Unless ... nah, that wouldn’t help none.”

“Unless what?” Will asked with fake impatience.

“I was just a’thinkin’ ... They’s three of us, right?  If’n we was all to lie down on the bed, it would prove I’m right.”

“Or wrong!” Will spat out.  “And you’re forgetting your manners.  We’re guests in Rod’s house.  We can’t just march into his bedroom and lie down.  That would be a gross violation of proper behavior.  But then you’re not the brightest bulb on the string when it comes to proper behavior.”

Rod was still clueless about the purpose of the angry dialogue and tried once more to calm things down.  “TIME OUT!” he shouted.  “Go to neutral corners for a while.  I hate to take sides in a trivial argument but I have to tell that you’re both right.  Billy, you’re right because three people would fit in the bed.  Will, you’re right because it would be quite cozy ... not actually crowded but there wouldn’t be enough room to stretch out.  Especially for the person in the middle.  And if you want to try Billy’s experiment, it’s okay with me.”

That was exactly the opening Billy and Will had hoped for.  They looked at each other and grinned.  Will then asked, “Is that a serious invitation, Rod?  You really don’t mind if we lie down on your bed?”

Exasperated, Rod replied, “If it will settle the argument and make you happy, then the answer is … no, I don't mind, and yes, I'm agreeable.”  To his great surprise, Will and Billy began removing their clothes.  “What the hell are you guys doing?” the astonished Rod asked.

He got no reply and could only watch in utter amazement as his two guests continued shedding clothes until they stood before him utterly naked with their nearly perfectly proportioned bodies and their dangling manhood exposed.  Poor Rod was shocked into speechlessness.  All he could do was wonder why two attractive men stood before him as if lined up for inspection.  And inspect he did!  As if on cue, Billy and Will faced each other, wrapped their arms around each other, and kissed. 

Their kiss was interrupted when Rod blurted out, “YOU’RE GAY!  And you’ve just been pretending to argue to set me up.  Right?”

“That’s right,” Will said.  “We apologize if we caused you any discomfort by arguing.  But the look on your face right now is priceless.  Is there anything we can do to make up for deceiving you?  Is there anything else we can do ... FOR you to show our appreciation for your hospitality?”

Still a little confused, Rod asked, “Are you suggesting....?”

“Not suggestin’,” Billy said.  “More like askin’.  If’n yur int’rested and willin’ then we’d be happy to pleasure ya in bed for a spell.”

“Interested?  YES!   Willing?  I don’t know.  I’m guessing that you two are partners.  If that’s the case, I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize your relationship.”

“Not to worry,” Will said.  “We’ve talked about it and agreed that it won’t damage our love and our commitment to each other.  As long as we both agree in advance, a little recreational sex with somebody else is okay.  And let me add one more thing.  We’ve both admired you from the first time we saw you.  We would be honored if you let us give you some pleasure because we would enjoy it as well.”

"Hallelujah;  Praise the Lord;  Amen," was heard in a mighty whisper from "hot" Rod after he grabbed hold of both the sailors' cocks and hurriedly led them toward the stairway and his "Master" bedroom.  Quickly, he licked his lips that had suddenly gone as dry as the desert sand, and with each step he could feel the lead pumping into his rising pencil.

To be continued...