“So are you fucking Donnie, too,” Roddy asked.

I wasn’t feeling like I needed to answer to this guy, for he and I were just a long-tenured fling. Donnie was a farmer who lived on the opposite side of the county where Roddy lived and apparently the two of them happened to be good friends.

“Are you fucking him?”

“What’s it to you if I am,” I asked as the message came out of the blue.

I was due to drive west and spend yet another weekend with him when he inquired. Roddy was seething thinking my body belonged exclusively to him and no one else, especially not any other bottom bitch in Isle of Wight County, or anywhere for that matter. I tried explaining that Donnie and I met once at a Farmer’s Market some years prior to he and I, for he had the best selection of veggies and Ai bought some only for him to give me a $20 in change with his phone number on it. I wrecked Donnie a few times, but he was married to a woman at times and started becoming inconsiderate and inconsistent, a bad mix for a top like me.

“You still giving that bone to him? If so, all I gotta say is, you better get tested. I know I will,” he chimed, and kicked off a three week hiatus between us.

I’d do what Roddy suggested and came out in the clear. Roddy knew what he was getting in me when we met for he knew I loved slinging this dick. What he was too pigheaded to understand was that when I found one guy, I usually gravitated towards him only, despite whatever he might do in my absence. For three weeks I was cool on Roddy, having no texts or phone calls, and even blocking him on naughty sites and social media. I would contact Donnie during that time just to chat, and try to understand where Roddy was coming from only for Donnie to respond in a way I didn’t expect:

“So you’re fucking Roddy, eh?”

The reality was that the men in the county didn’t have a large pool of men to choose from, and I for one wasn’t for drama. I would send them both a text message requesting they “lighten up,” and realize what was happening in the real world.

“Guys fuck each other every day,” I told them.

Roddy would respond:

“You have become more than a fuck. Let’s Let’s just say, I want you to meet my kids, and maybe take a trip to Alabama with me soon.”

I wasn’t trying to be his man for I loved our secret little trysts, as I didn’t desire to get too deep. Nonetheless, he wanted to make peace.

“Let’s hash it out over dinner Friday night? I’ll make your favorite, pot roast,” he messaged for he knew how much I loved his cooking.

I laughed as Donnie would follow up soon after with a message of his own, making me think they were probably together at that moment:

“Hey man, I’m single, you’re single, and Roddy is single. See you Friday.”

Friday would come quick, and I would park in front of Roddy’s home and walk through his front door to be greeted by the fabulous smell of his pot roast.

“Get in here,” Roddy yelled from his dining room.

I’d close the screen door, then head towards the kitchen where Roddy was wearing his overalls, a chef’s hat and his cooking apron all while Travis Tritt was playing in the background.

“Get your ass over here,” he said after taking food out of the oven.

He stood upright as I walked over to him and kissed him on the lips.

“Because I’ve missed the hell out of you,” he said as he frowned and his voice broke, with him patting me on the ass. “Three weeks has been hell around here not even receiving a text from you. Get your sweet ass in the dining room with Donnie. Dinner is almost done.”

It was then I realized Roddy in his machoness could be a sweetheart, a redneckish brute with a heart of gold once you got in his good graces.

“You must’ve fucked him good to make him that soft,” Donnie said as we met in the dining room and kissed. “Good seeing you again, son.”

Donnie, sitting handsomely with his blue eyes gleaming through his gold rimmed glasses, hugged and kissed me in our reunion.

“Been a long time since I smelled that cologne,” he said of my fragrance.

“You could still smell it if you would’ve acted right,” I told him.

“Well, it wasn’t the best of circumstances,” he told me, alluding to his marriage.

“You two ready to break bread? Stop yapping and help me out,” Roddy yelled from the kitchen.

We went into the kitchen to grab the dishes off the stove, and place on the dining room table. Anything Roddy cooked would be delectable, and so I looked forward to his macaroni and cheese, his mashed potatoes, his creamed spinach and the roast, as it was the jewel of a fantastic feast. We’d sit down as Roddy took off his oven mitts to join hands in prayer, then Roddy diced up the succulent beef chuck before grabbing our plates and filling each. We got to it before taking a bite, with me explaining to the two of them of them being in a rural part of the state, where a lot of horny, gay men didn’t live

“That’s false,” Donnie said before forking a piece of chuck.

He rattled off names of guys that he and Roddy seemed to recognize, based off Roddy’s reaction of astonishment.

“I’d never seen your eyes so big,” I told him.

“Brandon. The councilman. Jacob, the mail carrier,” Donnie rambled.

“Not Jacob? I would kill to blow and rim that little Filipino twink,” Roddy mentioned.

“And this here is my point. It’s almost inevitable that a guy like me, would run into two guys like you,” I told them as I cut into my scoop of macaroni.

They laughed as that triggered another level of debate as they tried to find reasons of the contrary. Right now as we dialogued they were turning me on as I knew we “made up,” and would end up in bed together in some capacity as Roddy wasn’t one to cook without love. I further elaborated that most men in the area were “incognito” with sex, let alone sex with the same sex.

“I guess you’re right, and some of us tend to be a little selfish,” Donnie said as he pointed his fork to Roddy.

We buried the hatchet and had become boisterous, clearly past the point of them being “jealous” of each other with me as our night was building to a scintillating moment. One helping of food for each happened before Roddy would broke out the bourbon, and kept the music pumping as Patsy Cline and Charley Pride filled the speakers.

“You don’t strike me as a guy who likes this kind of music,” Donnie said to me.

Roddy and I stood up and grabbed hands to cut a rug to “You Made Me Love You” and “Kiss An Angel Good Morning,” with me winking at Donnie a couple of occasions as the liquor worked all three of us.

“I knew I liked you for a reason,” Roddy said as he dipped me, then a couple minutes later I dipped him, and we kissed, as the temperature between us began to rise.

We all decided we weren’t hungry anymore, and cleared the table before making a chain to wash and put away the dishes.

“You two wanna play,” Roddy asked, as we were all feeling the need to get down to it.

We left the kitchen with Roddy leading us in single file to the bedroom, with Roddy telling “Alexa” to stop the music, and hitting all the lights before we went up the staircase to the second level. We entered Roddy’s room and he and Donnie immediately began making out, the two of them forging their own lust before I directed them to get undressed. They both knew what I wanted and chose to “clean and prepare,” and I would lay in the bed naked, watching ESPN highlights while they got to it.

“Three damn weeks with no cock is insane,” Roddy said as he opened the bathroom door and walked through bare.

Donnie followed, as he, too showed off that daddy chub body with his big, bullseye nipples hanging off his tits, and his flabby belly and ass that I loved to touch so much. They both were smiling and looking handsome as ever as Roddy would crawl between my legs and block my view of the television, then hovering over me.

“Suck daddy’s tits, boy,” he ordered, and I would, latching on to his left nipple as if I was a calf to a cow.

His belly rested on my waist and I’d hear

Roddy moaning, as I noticed Donnie was behind him, spreading Roddy’s rotund cheeks apart to consume his hole.

“You’re squishing my cock,” I told Roddy as he was laying on me from having his ass ate good.

I wiggled from under him and off the bed standing to the side to enjoy the rimming clinic Donnie provided.

“Get it in there,” I told Donnie as he seemed deep into Roddy’s cavity. “The bourbon seemed to be working you just fine, Donnie.”

I’d hear Donnie giggle and Roddy swoon as he hit a pitch I never experienced.

“Your turn next,” Donnie turned to tell me, and I would get on all fours beside Roddy as if I was a bottom, and he made good on his promise by taking a break from Roddy to devour my ass.

I laid my head right side on the pillow, allowing Donnie to sweep that tongue on my walls and flicker at my rosebud, then felt Roddy’s bearded mouth licking at my balls simultaneously. My body jerked from the rotating of Roddy’s tongue, as now

I was turned out superbly knowing these two, big bears could feast on me the way they did. Donnie would transition from eating my ass, to sucking my dick from behind, and the two of them groaned and chuckled like two hungry pigs. I moaned louder as I was getting close, and they’d let go of me. They’d go at each other as they started making out, these two bearded, fat, older, white men in the middle of the large bed now side by side facing each other, stroking their cocks. I climbed off the bed and grabbed the lubricant as I was ready to plow.

“Hold on. Go into the bottom drawer, and grab that dildo for me,” Roddy would say.

I did what he asked and couldn’t believe what I saw.

“Jesus, what the hell is this,” I asked Roddy.

He laughed as to my surprise I would find what would be a double-headed dildo.

“My secret weapon. Lube it up and hand it to me,” he directed.

The device was huge as it had to have been 14 to 16 inches, and yet he took it from me without hesitation as he was about to use it. I did one better and had the two of them prepare to take it, with me personally sliding it into Donnie first after lubing it up, then making the other end erect in order to have Roddy back up on it.

“Fuckkkk,” they said simultaneously, with Roddy taking control at the beginning as he rode the stick, and managed to thrust it into Donnie, as they would commence a “see saw” effect.

Seeing them bounce those chubby asses on that toy, and hearing them both whimper and caw like birds was damn near insurmountable as I began jerking my dick in the distance. I’d hear their pussies squelch, then see the stick become shiny at each time for they both would ejaculate on the shaft. Donnie seemed to be enjoying it more as he was more vocal, with Roddy at first throwing the stick, then Donnie would take control as this was a sexual tug-of-war if I ever saw one. I let go of my own cock and walked over, and would stroke their little pricks while they continued to go hog wild.

“Who wants it first,” I asked as I felt left out.

“Should we let him in,” Roddy jokingly asked.

“I don’t know Roddy, you keep fucking me like this, I may not go back to regular cock,” Donnie stated.

Roddy squeezed his ass and would pull it away as Donnie would roll over on his back first, moving himself to the foot of the bed. He spread his legs wide for me, and was smiling as his way of inviting me inside his twitching trench. I looked further to see his hard cock was straight as an antenna, and big balls laid just above his puffy hole as it was heaving.

“You nervous,” I asked.

“He’s just ready,” said Roddy as he would get in the same position, somehow keeping the dildo in his ass as they were now side by side.

I pushed my meat inside of Donnie while jamming Roddy with the toy, getting the sweet sounds of their moans as they were getting fucked simultaneously. I banged Donnie hard, having him beg for me to keep going deep while stroking Roddy’s gash the same with the toy. For all they put me through, they needed to “feel” where I was coming from by fucking them as even the dinner was unnecessary.

“You ain’t never did me like this,” Roddy cried as he licked his own nipples.

I’d pull out of Donnie after a couple minutes, then placed my dick inside Roddy as his “complaint” warranted me to ravage his insides. I went deeper with him by placing my left leg on the bed, and plowing away as my body scraped his. Donnie would reach over and massage on Roddy’s right tit, and that would set Roddy off as he would wail louder than any of us.

“Let it all out, baby,” Donnie told Roddy.

I pulled out of Roddy and slipped back into Donnie, this time finger popping Roddy’s prostate while juking deep into Donnie.

“Yeah, now it’s your turn for that big dick,” Roddy said as he looked over. “Work him over the same way you did me, son.”

They began to make out while I went back and forth between them.

“How do you take care of two, angry bottoms,” I asked them while now pounding Roddy. “You fuck them both at the same time.”

The both of them would moan more as

that sent Roddy over the edge, with him strokng his cock, then a minute later he’d scream as I helped him flush out a huge amount of cum.

“Look at that bull nut,” I said while pumping harder.

The stride of the climax hit at least a couple feet in the air, landing on Roddy’s chest, belly and pelvis. I pushed my creamed cock into Donnie and gave him the same treatment, beating his insides until he cried in ecstasy, and me adding some extra by rubbing his little cock until he shot almost the same way as his buddy. I left them both reeling, exhausted from the good pounding and ejaculation.

“Now you get on the bed so we can finish this,” Roddy told me a couple minutes after.

I laid in the middle of them, then Roddy asked me to move to my side. Donnie’s crotch would end up in my face while he deep throated me, and Roddy spread my cheeks to tickle my ass as he ate me from behind.

“You deserve it all, baby,” Roddy said.

“You damn sure do, kid,” Donnie added. “You take good care of us old, fat men.”

Though they lived in the same county I would’ve never guessed they knew each other in this light, and so worked hard to get what they wanted: my black seed.

“Balls are getting hard. I can smell that cum, son. Shoot it,” Roddy said with his tongue in my ass.

I roared in pleasure with cum shooting out of me like water from a hydrant. I wailed as Roddy placed his tongue directly on my prostate, claiming later that he felt my hole closing and knew I was ready to bust. He and Donnie would raise up after I shot, with Donnie being the initial recipient of my baby batter, then sharing it in a snowball with Roddy.

“Sweet fucking cum. I told you,” Roddy said when they finished.

“Kid, make us a promise that only the three of us could play,” Donnie asked. “I will make sure it’s worth your while.”

“We will. As long as you need someone taking care of your needs, we got you,” Roddy added.

This was a stark contrast to how me and Roddy first started. I made it a deal, and we managed to play with each other if not all three together, as we had a lasting “arrangement” for months to come.