David only nodded.

Joe joined them with three glasses of Chardonnay. The glasses, cradled in his shaking hands, rattled and clinked so much it was a wonder they didn’t shatter.

Once the wine was distributed, Joe and Greg wondered how to proceed. They stood before David, hoping he found them attractive. Both men were appealing. Joe was the younger of the couple, thirty-seven, with sandy-blond hair, pale blue eyes, classic all-American-boy handsome. His body was nicely proportioned, sinewy muscles forming a pleasing array of ripples and curves. Greg was a well-maintained forty-two. His body was bulkier than Joe’s (he’d played football in college), but it was all muscle. His dark hair was turning silver (he was going to dye it, but Joe liked it how it was) and the lines around his mouth had deepened slightly; otherwise, there was little evidence of Greg’s advancing years. Also, regardless of his age, Greg had a great ass.

David did, in fact, find the men attractive. How they looked, though, was beside the point. This was a job. “Why don’t you guys get comfortable,” he suggested, setting down his glass of wine after only taking two sips. He started to unbutton his shirt.

Joe and Greg gulped down their wine and followed suit. Though the whole point of the evening was to get naked, they’d gotten dressed as if they planned to go out. They stripped like their clothes were on fire, getting down to their undies in less than a minute. David had just taken off his shirt. The chest and abs were even better in the flesh. “You guys want to do this in here or the bedroom, maybe?” he asked, slipping out of his shoes.

“Here’s fine,” Greg answered. Joe had to bite his tongue to keep from voicing his concerns about the upholstery.

Slowly, the pants came off. David unbuckled and unzipped while facing his clients, who were now sitting on the white sofa. He turned around, inching the pants down, showing off a little bit at a time, teasing his nervous johns with what was underneath. What was underneath was a smooth, firm ass, full and round, presented in a black jockstrap. Joe and Greg felt a twinge of excitement, making their hearts race and their cocks raise their sleeping heads.

Facing them now, David ran his hand down the center of his muscular torso, down to the bulging pouch of his jock. “You like?” he purred. Joe and Greg nodded. Their faces were now crimson. Their cocks were semi-erect.

“What did you guys have in mind?”

Both men were caught unawares by the question. Greg looked stunned. Joe started stammering: “Uh, um, well, we…we…um…”

“Suck your dick,” Greg blurted out. Now Joe looked stunned.

“That’ll work.” David grinned, slinking toward Greg. He straddled Greg’s legs, his packed jockstrap inches from Greg’s nose. “Go ahead. Take it out.”

His hand shaking, Greg reached for the jock, cupping the sizable mound. He rubbed his hand over David’s crotch, petting it. He looked up at the hustler, as if asking permission to go further. “Go on,” David encouraged.

Greg jerked the pouch of the jock to one side, letting David’s cock and balls spill out. The cock, still soft, was about seven inches, a few shades darker than his bronze skin, and cut. Greg didn’t need any more encouragement. His hand went to David’s flaccid dick, fondled it briefly, then he brought his lips to it.

“That’s it,” David sighed, thrusting his hips forward and running his hands through Greg’s salt-and-pepper hair. “Make it hard.” Greg’s tongue slithered along the underside of David’s cock. His lips closed around the shaft. His nose sank into David’s pubes. In no time, David’s tool was swelling inside Greg’s mouth.

Joe watched as his lover of ten years sucked David’s dick. Watched as Greg flicked the rent boy’s fat, blunt cockhead with his tongue. Watched as Greg licked this hustler’s weighty balls. Watched as Greg brought a hand around to the whore’s smooth bubble butt, Greg’s fingertips tracing the crack of his ass. As he watched, Joe burned with something other than lust.

“Hey, what’s with you?” David asked, bringing his hand—the one not holding Greg’s head in his crotch—to Joe’s chin. “You look like you’re being audited. We gotta do something about that.”

He pulled his cock, which was now hard and now nine inches, from Greg’s mouth. “Why don’t you stick that hot tongue of yours up my ass while I get your friend in the mood,” David suggested. With his eyes still glued to David’s gargantuan dick, Greg said sure.

They rearranged themselves. Greg got up, shucked off his underwear, and moved behind David. Greg’s cock was thick and drooling. He stood there stroking it while David got into position, kneeling in front of Joe, who sat sullenly on the sofa. “Why don’tcha take these things off,” David said, tugging at the waistband of Joe’s boxer-briefs. Joe took them off, glaring at his lover all the while. Greg didn’t notice. He was concentrating on David’s ass.

“Don’t worry,” David said, confronted by Joe’s semi-hard prick. “I’ll take care of you.” He took Joe’s cock into his warm mouth.

Kneeling behind David, Greg set his sights on the puckered delight waiting between those succulent globes. He dove between David’s butt cheeks, his tongue darting forward in search of the hustler’s asshole. He found it effortlessly, piercing it with his probing tongue. David pushed his body backward, pressing his ass against Greg’s face. Greg shoved his tongue deeper into David’s hole. David moaned, the volume muffled by Joe’s cock.

Joe still wasn’t getting hard. He just sat there, glaring at his lover munching on David’s ass. Greg caught a glimpse of Joe over the rounded peaks of David’s ass. He could tell Joe was brooding. “What’s the problem?” he snapped.

“Nothing,” Joe sniffed. “Don’t let me interrupt your fun.”

“What the fuck?” Greg sat back on his haunches. “This was your idea!”

“Well, it was a bad one.”

Joe pushed David away and stood up abruptly, his limp, saliva-soaked dick swinging between his legs. He started to reach for his underwear, but Greg stopped him, clamping a hand around his wrist. “No, you don’t! Don’t pull this shit. Not when this is what you wanted!”

“You seemed to want it more,” Joe said coldly. “You could hardly wait to start sucking his dick.”

“THAT’S WHAT WE HIRED HIM FOR! This is just for fun. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I know, but…I didn’t expect…You just forgot about me, like I wasn’t in the room!”

David was on his feet now, standing there, his nine-inch hard-on softening to seven and a half, as his clients re-evaluated their relationship. Partly it was professional pride that made David take control of the situation; a satisfied customer was a repeat customer. Mostly, though, it was the money. This night alone would finance a trip to Hawaii, and if things kept going like they were, he’d have to settle for a long weekend in Myrtle Beach.

“Guys, guys, guys,” David spoke up, raising his voice but keeping his tone soothing. He moved between them, putting a hand on each of their shoulders. Despite himself, Greg felt an electric spark from where David’s hand touched his skin. Joe felt it too; he was just too upset to acknowledge it. “We’re supposed to be having fun.” To Joe: “You call this having fun?”

“No,” Joe blubbered, looking down.

“No, it’s not fun,” David agreed. His hands moved off the two quarreling lovers’ shoulders, down their backs, his fingertips barely touching their skin but being felt with sledgehammer force. “Here you’ve been together ten years. That’s fucking amazing! That’s love. A little fun with an escort’s not going to change that. Why don’t you kiss and make up.”

Joe looked up at Greg. A wan smile pulled at his lips. “I wasn’t prepared for…that, that’s all.”

Greg put his hands on Joe’s narrow waist and brought him closer. Close enough for the hair on their chests to connect like Velcro. Close enough for their cocks to press together. All the while, David’s hands glided up and down their spines. “It’s okay,” Greg said, his voice low and sweet.