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13 Foot Gator
He knocked on Tom’s door, feeling a little silly. Tom had invited him to his summer party, but Michael had kind of expected it to be adults. The wild gang of children screaming and running all over the lawn was a surprise.
“Mike!” Jamie greeted him at the door. “So glad you could make it!”
He smiled and nodded. “Thanks for inviting me.”
She pulled him inside and walked with him to the kitchen. He knew where everything was – it wasn’t the first time he had been to Tom’s – but he let her lead him.
“Beer on the counter – thanks for bringing that. We’ll crack them open once all the kids leave. They’re all supposed to be picked up by sundown.”
He hefted the case of beer onto the counter and set the bowl of potato salad on top that he’d made the night before. “Who *are* all these kids anyway?” Their shouts could still be heard inside, even though Michael knew he’d shut the door on his way in.
Jamie waved her hand and opened the fridge. “Some of them are from the neighborhood. You know how Tom is. Just a big kid. He’s out on the slip ‘n slide now.” She pulled out a soda and pushed it in front of him.
“The what?”
“Slip ‘n slide. It’s this big long sheet of plastic, staked into the lawn. There’s a sprinkler, and the sprinkler gets the tarp all wet and then the kids – and Tom – run and slide on it.”
“I know what a slip ‘n slide is, but you have to be kidding me!”
Jamie laughed. “Nope. It’s called ‘13 foot gator’ or something. Maybe Crocodile Run. I don’t know. But the kids are all in love with it.”
“So you guys just threw a party for the neighborhood kids? Are you insane? These kids are all going to blab to their friends that they played with Superman! How are you going to maintain your privacy?”
Jamie laughed. “Most of them are kids from the staff and crew on Smallville. One of them belongs to a woman I work with. And the rest are from here in the neighborhood. I think we're pretty safe and this is a gated community. We pay for privacy.”
“If you say so.” Michael was skeptical.
Jamie looked at him like he was the one with crazy ideas. “Tom loves kids. And with me modeling and him so busy, it’s just easier if he plays with everyone else’s kids.” She smiled and then shook her head. “So, why don’t you get your trunks on and go out there. That slide looks like fun.”
Michael snorted in laughter. “I’m thirty years old. I’m not supposed to be going on a ‘slip ‘n slide’!”
“You’re thirty-one. And why the heck not?”
She left him alone in the kitchen, his drink warming in his hand. He muttered to himself as he made his way to the back door. He had to see firsthand what Tom was doing.
~*~
The sight that greeted him in the backyard was almost unbelievable.
There was this line of about ten kids. And Tom. And they were all laughing and wet…
Tom was laughing, his hair hung down in wet strands and there was water beaded across his very bare chest. Michael was trying not to stare, but where else was he supposed to look?
Michael watched as Tom bent down to say something to the boy standing next to him, and then he shook, spraying water droplets across a bunch of kids as they squealed and he laughed. It was completely adorable.
It was almost Tom’s turn. One of the kids in front of him stepped back a few paces, took off running at top speed and then just *launched* himself at this long strip of plastic. The water sprinkling onto the colored plastic eased the way, and the kid screamed in glee as he slid down and landed in a small wading pool.
This was the craziest thing Michael had ever seen. When he was a kid, during the summer, they would run through the sprinkler. Or go swimming in a local river. This *toy* looked *dangerous*! He wondered if Tom knew he wasn't really “super.” He'd been enough of a daredevil himself as a child and drove his parents insane. They'd outright refused to get his siblings and himself a slip 'n slide, saying point blank that they'd kill themselves. Now he knew why.
When it was Tom’s turn, all the kids clapped. He grinned at them, and then he repeated the actions of the kids. The only difference was that his slide seemed shorter, and the splash when he landed in the pool was much larger.
He covered his mouth and started to laugh.
When Tom got out of the pool, he looked up and spotted Michael. He crossed the yard and slapped his arm around Michael, pulling him in for an abbreviated hug. Pushing away, Michael laughed again, and said, “Get away! You’re all wet!”
Tom just grinned and looked pointedly at his jeans and t-shirt. “Where are your swim trunks? Aren’t you going on this with me?”
Michael shook his head vehemently. “No. I might bruise something. My delicate skin couldn’t handle the sun. I’m allergic to grass.” He threw out as many excuses as he could think of, hoping Tom would buy one.
Tom laughed at this, and shook his head. “Fine. You can sit with Jamie and drink lemonade. I think the kids are leaving in, like, an hour anyway.”
Michael tried to look wounded that Tom wouldn’t believe him about the grass allergy. It was a complete lie, but he had hoped to at least fool Tom. No such luck. He was banished with the wife to the shade.
Oh, wait! That was what he wanted. He made his way over and sat down on a lawn chair next to Jamie, smiling at her as he did.
“He looks really good, doesn’t he?” He heard Jamie ask.
“What?”
“Tom. In that bathing suit. With the water? I’ve had to restrain myself from licking him ever since I came back out here,” she added.
“Um.” Michael had no idea how to respond to Tom’s wife about how good Tom looked.
She looked at him over the top of her sunglasses. “Its okay, Mike. He’s gorgeous. I’m sure that even a heterosexual man, such as you, can appreciate his beauty.”
Michael was ignoring the snide little way she’d questioned his sexuality. Because he didn’t think it was exactly snide, and it wasn’t exactly a question. Even he knew he was pretty obvious in how he felt about Tom. But he, as well as anyone that been ballsy enough to ask, knew he’d never, ever do anything about it.
He smiled at her, but leaned back in the chaise and closed his eyes. He wasn’t going to answer her. It made people wonder more.
“It’s not as impossible as you think,” Jamie whispered.
His eyes flew open and this time, he stared at her for a few seconds before speaking. “I’m not exactly sure what you’re trying to say, Jamie. I’m pretty sure that in this case, you’re going to have to spell it out for me.”
There was a loud whoop from one of the kids and a spectacularly loud splash and Michael jerked his head in the direction of the sounds. Tom was standing up from the pool, water cascading off of him as he laughed. God, he was perfect.
When he looked back at Jamie, she was smirking at him. He tried not to blush, but he was sure he failed.
“We’ll talk about it later. After the kids are gone. After we’ve all had a few drinks. You should hear what Tom thinks about you.”
Something twisted in his stomach, and the little nap he’d thought of was a forgotten memory. Because. Jamie had just…She’d…Fuck. Michael looked back over at the line for the slide and Tom waved at him and smiled. He lifted his hand in return and swallowed.
~*~
Michael was sure that it had been hours. There were a couple of kids left, wrapped in huge towels, waiting for their parents. He was trying not to be impatient. But his foot tapping on the chair leg gave him away.
It was getting dark, and Jamie and Tom had disappeared into the house on the pretense of calling parents, and him getting dressed, but when they’d emerged, Jamie’s lips had been shiny and swollen, and Tom kept giving Michael looks that made his chest tight.
The last kid was finally picked up, and they were finally alone. Michael didn’t know what to say or do or where to put his hands. When a wine glass was pushed into one of them, he looked up and smiled thankfully at Jamie.
“Are you hungry? Tom has already started the barbecue and when he’s done, we can discuss things while we eat.”
Michael nodded but was totally unprepared when she kissed him right on the lips. This was all okay in theory, but in practice, all he could think was that this was another man’s wife and he was going to hell.
Jamie pulled away, grinning. She slid a finger down his arm and then pointed to where Tom was staring at them while holding a long silver spatula in one hand. And wearing an apron that said, ironically, “Kiss the Cook.” Michael jerked back, but Tom was smiling.
This was fucked up.
Not that Michael was leaving or anything.
Jamie took Michael’s hand, that wasn’t holding a wine glass a *little* too tightly, and pulled him across the yard.
Tom didn’t say anything; he shifted the spatula to his other hand and pulled Jamie in for a heated kiss. Michael felt like such a voyeur, but he didn’t look away.
He wondered how it was going to work. Was it going to be a taking turns kind of thing? Was he going to get to touch Tom? He wanted Tom. He’d imagined Tom fucking him so many times, with spit-slicked fingers shoved into his ass as he jacked off furiously in his dressing room, that it was unbelievable that it could actually be this close.
He gulped down the wine in his glass, never taking his eyes off of Jamie and Tom. Tom’s hands slid down Jamie’s back, cupping her ass and drawing her flush against him. Michael watched as Tom rocked against her and he couldn’t hold back the groan.
Tom looked up at him, and held out his hand. It was a gesture that made some part of Michael want to leap into his arms. Thankfully, he ignored that voice; instead, he walked calmly over to Tom and Jamie and let Tom drag him into a kiss.
There were more hands on him than he was used to. He couldn’t even identify who belonged to what and the whimper that he heard when he pulled back was definitely from his own lips.
When Michael finally opened his eyes, Tom was smiling at him and one of Jamie’s arms was wrapped around his waist. “What…? Tom, Jamie… Are you guys sure? What do…? Can I do whatever I want?”
Tom snickered and Jamie giggled. Tom nodded. “The most important thing, though, Michael, is that,” his voice dropped to where Michael had never heard it before, “*I* get to do whatever *I* want.”
Michael shivered and nodded. Because Tom could. Tom could do whatever he wanted to Michael, and it would probably be okay. He needed another glass of wine.
“You’re going to burn those steaks, Tom,” Jamie observed.
Tom pulled away, and skillfully moved the grilled meat to a plate. “Everyone inside,” he ordered softly.
It wasn't anywhere near being cold, but Michael shivered again. He'd never seen this side of Tom before; he liked it. He liked it, a lot. This was either going to be the best night of his life, or a complete and utter disaster. Or maybe both. He needed to find out.
~*~
He’d expected dinner to be a little awkward. They’d sat down at the table and Jamie somehow made it work. In all his fantasies about Tom, she had never been there before. She was always the obstacle, the person in the way. He’d never expected her to be the bridge that led directly to him.
There was a lot more wine, really good food and the most surreal conversation that Michael had ever participated in.
“Have you done this before?” Tom asked.
“That depends,” Michael said when he looked up from his plate.
Tom took a long drink of his wine. “I want to fuck you,” he said in a voice that had Michael closing his eyes. God.
Michael found himself nodding. “Okay. That I’ve done.”
Tom looked a little surprised, but then narrowed his eyes. “What about a threesome?”
Still nodding, Michael agreed. “With two chicks, yes. But male and female? Not yet.”
Jamie grinned and smoothed her hair back. “Well, then. I guess we’re all trying something new tonight.”
Tom nodded and a flare of excitement shot through Michael. “What’s the new thing for you guys?”
They exchanged a look and Jamie said, “Well, I’ve never had two guys at the same time, and I’ve never shared Tom.”
Nodding, Tom agreed. “I’ve never shared Jamie… and I’ve done some things with guys… but not everything.”
Michael didn’t know what to say to that. Jamie reached over and brushed her fingers across the back of Michael’s hand. “We want it to be you, Michael. We’ve talked about it. We both want this. You.”
Tom nodded and covered Jamie’s hand with his own. Michael could feel the heat, searing him. He was sure that when he finally got his hand back, he’d be able to see the imprint of her ring on his knuckles.
He stared at the hands covering his. With a deep breath, he barely whispered, “Are you guys absolutely sure? This is going to change everything.”
They nodded in agreement, in tandem even, and Michael slowly smiled. Tom was sitting closest, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to Michael’s lips and then stood up. Jamie stood up and started clearing the table, hurrying and just kind of throwing things into the sink.
Tom grabbed Michael’s hand and pulled him down the hall and into their bedroom. Michael had never been in this room before. He’d spent plenty of nights at Tom’s, when there had been a party and he was too drunk to drive or when he’d been dog sitting, but he always slept in the guest room. He looked around curiously.
It wasn’t anything spectacular. The room was painted a beige color, and the accents were all in blues. The bed was covered in a denim-colored comforter, and light blue sheets. Everything was neat and tidy, and Michael didn’t know what to do.
Tom squeezed his hand, and Michael turned to face him. Smiling, Tom whispered, “Can I kiss you again?”
Michael almost laughed. After everything they’d discussed, almost down to the exact details, Tom was asking to kiss him? But, laughing might be interpreted wrong, so instead, he just grinned and pulled Tom down for a kiss.
Tom yanked him close and Michael put everything he could into it. He opened his mouth and Tom licked his way inside as he slid his hands around Michael’s waist.
His eyes were closed, and he really didn’t notice Jamie come into the room until hands slid around him from behind and he tore his mouth reluctantly from Tom’s and turned in the circle of her arms.
She smiled up at him and arched up on her toes to kiss him. He could feel Tom pressed into his back, his mouth tracing patterns across his neck and his hard cock pressing against his ass. “Kiss her,” Tom whispered encouragingly in an ear.
Kissing her was a lot different than kissing Tom. She was softer and her breasts pressed into his chest, but most of all, it was because *she* was the one opening up for him, *she* was the one that urged his tongue into her mouth. He moaned when Tom hit a sensitive spot near his ear.
Jamie stepped back and started shedding clothing. Her shirt was first, and she stood there in her bra before yanking open her jeans and kicking them off. She moved forward again, her hands on the edge of Michael’s shirt as she pulled it up and let Tom skim it over his head.
It was like they could read each other’s minds. This married thing was weird.
Michael quit trying to think. His brain was all fuzzy, and he felt lightheaded anyway. It was partly the wine, and partly lust. Jamie’s slim fingers unbuttoned his jeans and before he knew it, he was down to his boxers. He wanted to see more of Jamie. He had a thing for breasts – it was why he’d never really considered himself gay, no matter how many men he slept with – and he really wanted to see her.
He turned to Tom, first though, to see if he could help get him naked, because as much of a thing as he had for breasts, Tom’s cock was high on the list of things he really wanted to see.
While Jamie had been undressing Michael, Tom had undressed himself and had retrieved several necessities from the bathroom. He had several condoms in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. Smirking, Michael’s eyes were on the handful of condoms when he said, “Just how many more people are you inviting?”
Tom laughed and reached around Michael to put everything on the bedside table. “Just you,” he said in that husky voice that made his legs feel like jello.
He sat down on the bed, his hard cock tenting his boxers and Michael licked his lips and dropped to his knees between Tom’s legs. He smiled and reached for the waistband of the boxers, yanking them down.
Michael sat back on his heels. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly as he stared. Tom was just beautiful. His cock stood, proud and hard from a nest of dark curls, the tip already glistening with drops of pre-come. Michael licked his lips again, and had to lean forward to taste. He heard the groan above him when he took the head into his mouth, but ignored it, and slid his hands up Tom’s thighs.
He swirled his tongue around the head and sucked gently. Back and forth, concentrating on not taking too much in at first. His eyes were closed and in his head, his entire focus was on Tom’s cock. He drew more into his mouth, letting his teeth scrape just a little. Encouraged by Tom’s shivers and little moans, Michael started bobbing his head in earnest, hollowing his cheeks and sucking harder.
Jamie was watching them when he opened his eyes. She was sitting next to them on the bed, her eyes riveted to the blowjob as she cuddled with Tom. After a couple minutes of just watching, she moved to her knees and turned slightly before she started kissing her husband.
Michael watched through heavily lidded eyes as Tom’s hand slid down her back, down to her ass. His fingers tugged the edges of the panties, and dipped inside. Michael closed his eyes and doubled his efforts, moving faster and adding his hand to stroke Tom’s cock as he sucked.
“Michael… Mike! Jesus. I can’t believe… So good.” Tom’s voice was raw with need. The noises that Tom made were making Michael crazy. He could hear him and Jamie kissing and Tom’s breathy little moans whenever Michael changed something in the blowjob.
And Jamie’s noises were just adding to it. He wondered if he was going to get to touch her and get those noises himself.
Michael was so hard that he couldn’t help wrapping his hand around his own cock and stroking in time to Tom’s little thrusts. Finally, Michael pulled off and stared up at Tom.
Tom was kissing Jamie and Michael could see where his fingers were still disappearing inside of her. His own hand was on his cock, and he watched for a few seconds until he caught Tom’s eye, and smiled.
He reached over to the table and grabbed one of the condoms that Tom had left there before. Michael tore it open with his teeth and rolled it carefully onto the cock in front of him. Tom finally pulled away from Jamie, breathless and panting.
“What do you have planned?”
Michael grinned. He opened the bottle of lube and deliberately drizzled it onto Tom’s cock and stroked it a few times. “Here.” He handed the bottle to Tom and crawled up next to them on the bed.
“I want you to fuck me. Now.”
Jamie’s eyes widened and Tom sucked in a shallow breath.
"And I want Jamie to come over here. I want to touch you." Michael turned and said that last part to her directly as he moved up to his knees and leaned down on his elbows. His cock strained against his stomach, and he couldn’t resist stroking it just once.
Small fingers threaded through his own and moved with him. Helplessly, he looked up, shocked that Jamie was touching him. She smiled and kissed him, and Michael had something else to focus on.
There were slick, tentative fingers sliding against his ass and he pulled away from Jamie’s mouth. “Slow, Tommy. And use a lot of lube. Your cock is huge,” he said with a grin.
Jamie nodded, agreeing with him and then tugged his hand up, placing it on her breast. He looked at her for a second before kissing her again and squeezing gently. She arched underneath him, and he moaned as Tom slid a long finger inside of him.
He’d forgotten what it was like to lose track of who was doing what, and he couldn’t even blame it on alcohol – he’d only had two or three glasses of wine. Jamie leaned in close, biting his ear lobe and whispered, “What do you want to do to me while Tom is fucking you?”
Michael closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want your mouth. Will you? Mike?”
God. He bit his lip and nodded. “Is that okay?” Mostly asking Jamie, but wondering out loud if Tom would be okay with that.
Two of Tom’s fingers were sliding easily into his ass now. Michael’s body was moving of its own accord, rocking gently into the thrusts. Warm breath across his neck, and Tom whispered, “Yes. I want to see you.”
Grunting as Tom added a third finger, Michael nodded. He waited for Jamie to shift on the bed, and he smiled as she did. It was easy to lean over, especially when Tom helped with a hand between his shoulder blades.
Her scent was intoxicating. He propped himself up on his elbows and waited for Jamie to get into position. She’d already slid a pillow under her ass, and moved a little bit to the left, and she was exactly where Michael wanted her to be.
Michael was so intent on Jamie, he almost forgot about Tom. Almost.
Tom was still pushing into him with his fingers, whispering dirty, hot words that made him lightheaded.
“Now,” Michael whispered to Tom before closing his eyes and lowering his head. Tom slid into him slowly, for which he was thankful. He wasn’t kidding about Tom being huge.
His breath quickened as Tom was finally all the way in. Michael felt full, right. He heard a whimper above him and arched back, begging silently for more. A slow and steady rhythm pounded into him, turning Michael inside out as Tom fucked him. He’d wanted this forever.
Michael finally started to pay attention to that which was right in front of him. Jamie. A quick swipe down with his tongue, parting her slit with his fingers as he did. He heard her moan above him, and he smiled as he licked upwards before tonguing her clit gently. She cried out and that only encouraged him.
He’d picked up a few tricks over the years. He crossed his middle finger over his first, and slid them into Jamie’s pussy. She moaned as he pushed inside, her wetness slicking his way easily. When she called his name, a thrill shot through him, and he could feel Tom grip his hips a little tighter.
Michael’s thoughts were reeling. There were so many things he could do to the woman spread before him. His thumb rubbed lower, lower than he’d really planned, brushing across the skin surrounding her asshole, and she made a noise that made him pause.
Tom was still thrusting into Michael’s ass. The words spilling from his lips, washed over Michael, filled his head with ideas. “She likes that, Michael. What are you doing? Is she really wet for you? She loves it when you fuck her ass, just like I’m doing to you.”
Michael moaned. Tom felt so good inside of him. He needed Jamie to feel that good too. He twisted his fingers that were inside her pussy and moved his hand. A few thrusts with his thumb and it was coated with her wetness. Jamie moaned when he pushed his thumb slowly into her ass.
Between all of Jamie’s noises and Tom’s words he didn’t know how he had lasted as long as he had. One of Tom’s big hands wrapped around Michael’s cock and it was almost too much sensation.
Jamie’s hands were in Michael’s short hair. And with every thrust by Tom, she pulled him forward as she arched up to meet his tongue and fingers. He didn’t know what to feel first.
Trembling and moaning, Jamie moved beneath his mouth. Her thighs tightened around his head, and he faintly heard her call his name.
The hand around his cock tightened, stroking harder as Jamie came.
“Mike,” Tom moaned. “You made her come. God, she’s so beautiful when she comes. You deserve a reward.”
Tom shifted behind him, and suddenly, with each stroke, it felt like sparks were going off behind his eyelids. Tom’s cock brushed up against his prostate and his wrist sped up.
Michael couldn’t hold back anymore. He couldn’t figure out why he was. He cried out, his breath coming in harsh gasps across Jamie’s thigh. His orgasm ripped through him, spilling onto the bed as he succumbed.
Tom climaxed only seconds after him. He felt Tom stiffen behind him and the hands in his hair were petting now. His cheek rested against Jamie, and he felt Tom slump behind him.
By the time Michael’s breathing evened out, they were all snuggled together on the bed.
Tom drew Michael into a deep kiss, licking the taste of Jamie from every corner. Her hands petted his stomach and when Tom finally pulled back, he smiled, reassuring any lingering doubts Michael had.
Michael drifted off to sleep, between Tom and Jamie. His last thought of the night would be the first that hit him in the morning. He knew that everything between them had changed. But he hoped it wouldn’t end badly. Because he really wanted Tom to suck his cock next time.
Or maybe Jamie.
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