Such Boys to Be Reckoned With
a frivolous triad adventure – NC-17
Alex drove to scoop up the triumphant and tired Remy from the hotel wherein the band, et al were preparing their exit to catch a jet home to the cooler climes of Sweden. The tour had been a profitable success. As all Remy’s catalog was new music to the ears and wallets of the US, there was time to recoup the dynamic youth and creativity of the 40 something musician, flattened by a difficult schedule and the necessity to be the vivacious personality onstage. And geography was so much closer together in Europe, Remy could play a few countries in a few days without the lengthy travel between venues as in the US – the travel that sapped strength and enhanced bitchiness. Alex made mocking fun of Remy the Viking’s last few whining phone calls, but would do anything for his best bud, including braving all that crazy Atlanta traffic to fetch him “home” for his lounging-nekked rest with us to cater to his every whim.
Since Alex and I had finagled enough down time to use it, we had remodeled the back porch into a 3-seasons area with a bar, kitchen and sliding back wall to the newly installed luxurious pool and spa for our very private use. Alex preferred to swim and lounge nude and I was becoming more southern redneck Swede every day. After shocking our so gay twice-a-week cleaning man out of his floor dusters, I wore panties or something “down there” so his thorough enjoyment of “nekked” Alex was not ruined. We tried to behave a bit on his days. We seemed to intimidate him, yet he swore we were his favorite clients. There were robes and towels within easy reach should a situation occur from loving, levity or levitation. We were ready for Remy to wallow in the esprit de Skarsgård.
I knew it would be late when my boys would arrive, and it was. Alex was supporting a sleepy Remy who he propped against the door jamb, saying, “Wake up, you famous fuck, we’re home. Kiss Jamesy like a good boy.”
Remy righted himself, grinned and gave me a hearty kiss I felt in my clit, “You are so beautiful, Jamesy. Take me to bed.”
“Remy slept all the way back. He’s way too tired to tango tonight. I’ll tuck him in, babycakes. Love you,” Alex chirped and kissed me like he’d been gone a month.
We all oozed upstairs as a little disappointment oozed down my thigh. I was in bed reading when Alex popped his head in, “Remy wants me to sleep in his bed just for the comfort of the warm Alex, OK, little spoon?”
“Give me your shirt then, sweet man, and sleep well.” I blew Alex a kiss. Alex pretend caught it like I’d slapped his face, strode over to me, stripped his shirt off, put it on me like I was his favorite doll and leaned over for a sloppy “I could fuck you right here right now” kiss that made me giggle.
Next morning I awoke early. Having no lazy Swede in our bed, I arose and had pancakes ready with the sunrise. I made coffee by the pool and was readying the breakfast to carry out when I heard all manner of running footsteps and loud giggling Swedish as two merry Vikings ran through the kitchen and out to jump in the pool. They were nekked as jaybirds and squealing at each other about it. I laid the breakfast on the table and watched the two fully grown ten-year-olds romp in the water. What carefree summertime fun! Those two tickled me to no end.
Hell, early as it was, I opened a bottle of champagne, made a tall mimosa and toasted the delightful desperados, “Come out, my mermen, I have made an offering to my deities dans la piscine. I hope it pleases you.”
Alex and Remy leapt out as frisky fauns and I handed them each a towel – after they shook all over me like proud doggies from the bath. We ate leisurely discussing the state of all things having to do with us, relaxing in the warm summer’s day, relishing each other’s company, loving love. We consumed many mimosas and languidly elongated in the sunshine threatening to nap. I was wearing Alex’s shirt I’d slept in and panties, so I stripped off the shirt, dipped myself demurely in the pool and boarded a floatie upon which to nap. I assumed the guys could carry on without me for a short time. I dozed.
It did seem a short time until I awoke to two swimming Swedes gently caressing me with the cool water, moving the barge up and down the Nile. Alex averred that since they had a night of cuddling without Their Queen, today should be solely for Her pleasure, beginning with the physical fadoodling they loved so well. My kingdom was populated by delightful goofs.
I came off the float and held onto my mermen, treading water. Still the kissing was not easily accomplished without water going into the wrong places of our faces. And fucking in a pool takes skill. As aids to it we had a couple seats built into the sides below waterline. We paddled over to one. Remy dove and removed my panties, giving my twat a scuba kiss on the way. He then threw them far from pool’s edge. We had already laughed and bemoaned the trauma of clogging the pool filter with intimate apparel.
I was reclined, head above water, with a sea god on either side kissing me everywhere and fingers blithely caressing me like minnows swimming to and fro. Cocks were as hard as the Great Coral Reef, just as beautifully breathtaking, and far less dangerous. We were sighing sighs of bliss to come when Remy moaned, “I’m going in. Jamesy, let me make you come all over my cock.”
I acquiesced by giving Alex one leg to hold and guiding Remy’s steel into my slick heat. Remy gasped at the hot passage surrounding his thrusting dick amid the cool water. Alex says it’s an odd sensation that is so worth the underwater effort. Remy must have agreed as he moaned, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, god Alex, it’s so good. Jamesy, come for me, baby. So long since I’ve felt you. Yeh, baby, fuck.”
Alex held my leg to make the position more stable for Remy to thrust deeply into me. His elbow and forearm were resting on the side of the pool with his big hand holding my bent knee. Alex used the fingers of his free hand to rub my clit and feel Remy’s cock going into me, finding my sweet spot. I had hold of Alex’s cock for balance and for my own fun to see the head peek above the water like Remy’s flexing butt with the occasional fuck wave. The visual was quite sexy, but these men knew my body so well, it seemed the physical sensations they gave me caught any orgasm I was chasing. I began to pulse so hard around Remy’s cock that he lost his hand holds and went under. Alex’s reflex was to pull me up by the knee he was holding. Remy had clutched onto my waist as Alex pulled me sideways and up. Remy surfaced as I was rhythmically coming, screaming “Remy!” and slapping the water. Remy sputtered laughing, which made me sigh relief that came out as an end of orgasm gurgle. Holy aquatic fuck, Remy and I were still connected, now sort of side-goggled above the waterline. Alex still had me [us] by my knee/leg, saving us from a final fuck in the depths. Jeezus, it’s a thing for sure that Remy can stay hard enough to be saved by the dick from drowning.
Alex looked at me as he let go my leg and Remy, still cock of steel, withdrew, “Well, baby, did you come?”
“Barely a little,” I replied to ribald laughter and snide comments about drowning and bruised cocks. We pulled ourselves out of the water.
At that very intimate triad moment, we heard a screech of delight or embarrassment or disbelief come from inside the house. We gasped, grabbed towels and Alex and Remy on instinct pushed me behind them for protection. I had a very short phalanx of Vikings naked and ready to kill whatever the danger might be.
Brian, the house cleaner, came running, feather duster in hand, screeching, “Oh my god, oh my god, let me see!” He tugged his shirt off and continued to scream, “such beautiful cocks, please let me…” He tried to run toward Alex and Remy on the far side of the pool, tripped over his own tee shirt and fell into the water like a good-sized seal, splashing all of us (he hadn’t seen me yet – that would take his dick down). He surfaced, sputtering and with a very limp, unfluffy, sad feather duster still in hand.
We all laughed, trying to be empathetic to his dilemma of wanting to be included inappropriately and still keeping his job. Alex helped him out of the pool. Brian tried to explain that it wasn’t his day; but we usually could accommodate him easily; at least we said so; he’d had a cancellation; and (he admitted) he had wanted to see if we (meaning naked Alex) were in the pool relaxing (having sex so he could spy harmlessly).
Towels and a robe in my case covered the Viking genitals now as limp as the erstwhile feather duster. We calmed Brian, gave him a drink, introduced him to Remy, who excused himself hurriedly and jogged into the house snorting with laughter. Alex explained that today was not optimum for Brian to clean as we were hosting a longtime friend (lover) with whom we wanted to catch up (naked) and Brian should go home now and come (!) on his scheduled day. Alex gave him a shirt and workout shorts to put on and walked Brian through the house carrying his wet clothes to Remy’s rousing piano rendition of “Maybe this Time, I’ll Get Lucky” from Cabaret. I brought up the rear chuckling, singing and assuring Brian all was well and forgiven.
When Brian had surely departed, we three continued to laugh like loons and took to a nice big chaise lounge above the sea where the air was plentiful and soon enough the cocks were hard and I was tag-teamed missionarily until my Swede-ee-pies re-enacted my orgasm of Neptune as theirs with the same intensity, on a different stage set, and the only liquid amongst us ran in rivulets down my legs when we decided to take the play inside. Alex gave me a towel and teased, “Baby, are you snifflin’? Here, blow your nose, I knew you were full.” I love him anyway and Remy does too. And dear Brian would love to.
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