Visiting Larry and Marge in Seattle

Seattle has that great reputation for being a place where you can get away from all those old repressions. Seattle has long been known to be a place where people can be themselves. A city of art, a city of beauty, a city of truth. Where people can explore, without fear, without hesitation.

"It's okay to be a little queer out here," Larry says over the phone. "Everyone is."

So when he and his wife, Marge, extend the invitation to come, stay and play, it's not hard for Chris to accept.

"Can I tell people I'm going to visit my Uncle Larry and Aunt Marge?" Chris says over the phone.

"You know we don't like to role-play," Larry says.

"It's like, an honorific," Chris replies. "A sign of respect, of the dignity I hold you and Marge in."

"We'll think about it," Larry replies.

Larry asks for Chris's flight information, Chris gives it to him, and everyone involved gets more and more excited as the day of Chris's arrival approaches.

Larry and Marge talk about their new young man each night, looking at his pictures and re-reading his naughtiest texts. Marge whispers into Larry's ear, telling him what she wants to see him do with their guest, how she wants him to welcome the young man properly to Seattle.

She whispers many delicious, many naughty ideas. Some they've done before. Some they haven't.

They look at Chris's shirtless pictures and talk about how they want to run their hands over his chest, over his stomach, feel his shoulders.

A week before, they tease Chris that he needs to stop masturbating.

"Trust me," Marge tells him, "you're definitely going to want to have as full a sac as possible... because young man, your Aunt and Uncle are going to drain you dry."

Chris's heart is all aflutter. Larry and Marge's voices over the phone guide him to a long, thick edge... but no further, letting his erection fade and his balls ache with unexpressed cum.

Chris gets his revenge, though, texting the married couple a picture each day for the next week, of Chris's thick erection through the cotton of his underwear. A young man's cock clearly longing for touch, sensation and release.

Larry and Marge enjoy telling Chris each day that he's a "good boy" for not touching himself. Chris is of legal age, but oh my is there a big age gap between him and the couple. That only seems to be an aphrodisiac to Chris, though, and excites Larry and Marge every night before they fall asleep.

The day Chris's flight arrives, Larry gets to the airport early to meet him at the arrivals gate. Larry's heart beating a million miles a minute, talking to Marge who is at home, feeling the same. And then the young man is there, looking as handsome as his pictures, but now he's real. In the flesh.

Oh that flesh.

Larry and Chris share a smile and a hearty handshake. Two men meeting at the airport.

"Great to finally meet you in person," they each say, liking the manly look of each other. Larry's distinguished, white mustache and light beard, his balding head, his shirt open to show his thick white chest hair, a man enjoying the fruits of his life. Chris, clean shaven in a tight t-shirt, showing his lean muscles and his wavy brown hair, chin-length, a young man with the world his oyster.

"You mind if I hug you?" Larry asks.

"Sure, bro," Chris replies, and the older man puts his arms around Chris in a close, tight, manly hug. The young man's chest is strong and fit against Larry's own, and Chris hugs Larry back, tightly.

Larry cannot resist. The younger man smells so good, is so close, their heads are so close together.

Larry turns his head, and plants a swift, warm kiss on the younger man's cheek. "Welcome to Seattle," Larry says, and releases Chris from his embrace.

The younger man smiles. "Thanks, Larry."

Chris has no checked luggage, so there is no delay, and he follows Larry out to the parking garage where Larry left his car. He calls Marge on his cell while they walk.

"We got him... yep, he's here. Looks even better than his pictures," Larry says, winking at Chris. "Get the hot tub ready, we'll be home soon."

They reach Larry's car, and the drive to Larry and Marge's house is full of calm small-talk and double-entendres.

"Marge is out in the hot tub," Larry says, showing Chris their adorable house on one of Seattle's many hilly streets. "Would you like to join her?"

Chris leaves his bag in the kitchen, and follows Larry out on to the back deck.

"Marge, look who I found," calls out Larry.

"Hello!" calls out Marge from the bubbling splendor of their hot tub. Her smile is bright and her hair is short and brightly blonde, looking like a sexy queen in her boiling throne.

"So nice to finally meet you, Marge," Chris says.

"Yes, it's getting to be so nice to meet you, Chris. I hope you don't mind, I'm not getting up, it's so nice in here. You should get in. Want to join your Aunt and Uncle in the hot tub?"

"Absolutely, Aunt Marge."

"There, that's perfect. I hope my husband didn't molest you too much in the car ride. He can be quite handsy."

Larry giggles. "Oh, I behaved."

"Did he?" Marge asks. "Or did he have his hand in your lap at every red light?"

"He was super chill," Chris says. "Maybe he looked, but he didn't touch."

"Oh, I looked," Larry says, and everyone giggles.

"Well, let's really get introduced to you, Chris," Marge says from the bubbles. "Larry has his camera, why don't you come over here and... get ready for the hot tub with us? You know the house rules, honey. No swimsuits in the hot tub, skin only."

Chris walks over towards the end of the deck where the tub is. Larry has his camera and is snapping pictures steadily. Chris takes off his shirt, slowly, aware of Larry's camera, and playing to it, and to Marge's hungry stare.

Chris turns his back, drops his sweats, revealing the saucy black thong showing off his bottom. "Oooooh, a thong! Excellent choice," Marge says. "Yes, stick that butt out! Larry, look at this boy's ass. So sexy! Now, look at us, back over your shoulder, just like that. So hot. Larry, are you getting this?"

"He's a natural," Larry says, behind the camera.

"Now," Marge says, "turn front to us. Yes! Look at that full pouch! You've brought us a very nice package, young man."

"Thank you," Chris says.

"Yes put your arms above your head, yes, now behind your head. Show off and lengthen that body for us," Marge instructs while Chris obeys and Larry captures it all on camera. "Now, just... kneel down for us, for a second, on the deck, there, yes, perfect, sweetie... Larry, see how sexy that thong looks on his ass while he's kneeling on the deck like that, yes that's so good, pose and stick it out for us, honey, stick out that hungry butt of yours..."

So much giggling, so much sexy feelings, so much fun and intimacy.

Marge instructs Chris to turn his back to them again, facing the ivy-covered wall that gives their backyard hot tub privacy from prying, neighboring eyes. Chris places his hand on the deck's bannister, while Larry gives Marge the camera.

This way, Marge can photograph Larry, who in choreographed slowness, lowers Chris's black thong as slowly as Marge likes to see one man take another man's underwear off.

A slow peel, with lots of chances for Larry to cup and squeeze the younger man's tight bottom.

The thong finally at Chris's feet, Marge says, "Larry, makes sure his balls are hanging free," and that way, Marge captures on Larry's camera, the first time Larry touches Chris's balls, and then the first time Larry touches Chris's cock, holding the young man with one hand on the small of his back, and the other massaging the twenty-something's intimate areas.

"I think my husband likes what he's feeling," Marge tells Chris. "It feel good?"

"Y-yes," Chris says, letting sensation and situation overwhelm him.

"I should tell you about another rule," Marge says. "You can't get into my hot tub if you've got a small cock. You need to have a hard-on before you can get it. That's fair, right?"

"S-sure."

"I mean, you want me to see you for the first time, at your best, right? Like," Marge continues, "the first time I see your cock, you want to be all big and hard for me, right? You'd rather me see you big and hard, right, then soft and little, wouldn't you?"

Chris agrees.

"Good, then let my husband get you nice and hard, and then you can get in the hot tub with us. Sound fair?"

"Y-yes, Aunt Marge."

"Oooooh, that's good. Honey, how's he doing?"

"Oh, I think you're going to like him," Larry says.

"Yeah? Don't finish him just yet, you greedy boy. You ready to show me your dick, Chris? My husband doing good jerking you? Yeah? He's got a nice touch, all the boys say. C'mon, stop hiding it from me, you boys, you. Show me. Show Aunt Marge what you've got."

Larry turns the young man around, and there he is, hard and erect, panting with arousal.

Chris looks at Marge and her incredible hair, her keen blue eyes, but sees she is laser focused on his cock, looking it over for veins and girth and length.

"That's going to look so good later in my husband's mouth," Marge says. "Alright, climb in, honey, and give your Aunt Marge a kiss."

Marge is elegance and sensuality. Chris notices her freckles and her pearl earrings, her cool blue eyes closing, as Chris closes his and this amazing, naked woman is pressing her soft body next to his, and kissing him sweetly on his lips.

Her big, full breasts against his chest in the water, skin to skin, scintillating, rushing in a flood of dopamine and endorphins and all the arousal chemicals.

She puts her hands into his chin-length waves and sighs, pulling his face closer to hers. Chris's hands go up to her hair, so short, so sexy, so blonde. He moans into the kiss and the feel of her short hair.

"Mmmmm, you like my hair, huh?" Marge asks.

Chris nods, boyishly. "I like short hair on women, I think it's sexy. Makes women look even more feminine."

Marge smiles. "Oh, do you? Well, I think you've got the longest hair here, now," she says to Chris. "I like playing with long hair," she says, working her hand until she's pulling his hair, firm and sexy, by the roots.

Pulling him back into another closed-mouth kiss.

The water splashes, and Larry slips naked into the hot tub.

"Can I get in on this kiss?" he asks.

"Absolutely," Marge says, and soon her tongue is out and Larry's tongue is out and Chris feels their tongues slipping into his mouth, and then Chris's tongue is out, and the three consenting adults are sharing a hot three-way kiss, of tongue and lips and slippy, giggly sensation.

Everyone is getting a little light-headed.

"Larry is a great photographer, I'm excited to see how those photos turn out," Marge says, when the friendly, get-acquainted kissing and touching turns to chilling out and talking.

They talk about photography for awhile, then erotic photography. Chris tells them he's excited to model for them, no matter how explicit or vanilla they want to shoot.

That leads to sexy stories the couple have around photography, and that leads to other sexy stories about adventures they shared here, in their deck hot tub.

They make Chris feel so comfortable with the bold way these two older lovers have embraced life. Many of their stories are kinky, and some are taboo, but they are open, and loving, kind and graceful. Chris met them in person not an half hour ago, immediately showed them his body, immediately let them look at his naked body, posed for them, and he could not feel more comfortable.

He let them know how glad he felt to be meeting people who thought and felt like he did, who valued the things he valued, and who could show the way to live a happy, sexy, kinky life.

"Is it alright to touch myself?" Chris asks, while Larry and Marge tell them the story about how Marge had always been into gay porn, and how Marge got Larry to suck cock like all the sexy men in her favorite movies and videos and, of course, literotica stories.

"Let us do it, we're going to edge you slowly," Marge says, as she and her husband start caressing Chris under the water.

They tell sexy stories while spoiling Chris with attention. Hands on his cock and balls, hands reaching under to find the ring of his asshole, a sensual caress of his erogenous zones with curiosity and abandon.

They touch mindfully. They are completely present in their touch. They feel him, his muscles and his softnesses, communicating through touch, learning through touch, experiencing though touch.

He can close his eyes and let these two sweet beings, complex and fine, get to know him through complete intimacy.

They tell him stories about sexy men seduced in this hot tub, just like they were doing to him.

While one tells him a story, the other is kissing him, and they pass his mouth back and forth, Marge, french-kissing the young man while Larry whispers dirty stories into his ear, then Larry slipping his tongue in and out of Chris's mouth while Marge watches, touching herself and telling dirty stories about gay sex, bisexual threesomes and endless same-sex exploration.

Marge even tells about how, once when Larry was gone, Larry's adult nieces came to visit Marge, just her and them, and how that weekend, not only did Marge get these young ladies naked in the hot tub with her, but she was able to share with the young women her own love of gay porn and gay sex, and all three ladies might have had more than one of their own type of group masturbation party to some of Marge's private collection of gay sex scenes.

Luckily, the mask he was wearing in the videos prevented his adult nieces from realizing that one of the cocksucking men was their own uncle, Larry.

"You really lucked out," Chris tells Marge, "to have a husband who makes your own gay porn for you."

Marge smiles. She touches Chris's face sweetly. "Yes, sweetie. But, he can't make those films alone. Can he?" Her finger teasing his mouth.

"N-no."

"No, he can't. He needs some cute boys to play with. Are you a cute boy, Chris?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes, you are, honey. You're so cute and so sweet, I'll bet you've never had a man suck your cock before, have you?"

"N-no."

"That's okay, my husband is really good at sucking off straight guys. You're a straight guy, right?"

"Y-yes," but as Chris says so, Marge slips two of her fingers into Chris's mouth.

"You've never had a man in here, have you? You never had a cock in your mouth? Huh? You ever suck a cock, Chris? This mouth ever open wide for a man? Hmmmmm? What's that? You ever suck a man off, Chris?" Marge goes slow at first, but quickly starts testing the younger man's gag reflex. 

"A real man would go deeper than this," Marge tells him, pumping into his mouth. "I'll bet you go deeper than this in all of your girlfriends' mouths. Hmmm? Don't you? Don't you fuck their little throats? Their slutty little throats?"

She goes too far, and pulls out against the younger man's gags and chokes, but as Chris collects himself, Marge is laughing and enjoying seeing the younger man's mouth and lips wet and sloppy with spit.

"Larry, I just love Chris's smooth chest," Marge says, putting her hands over her new houseguest. "Chris, don't you love all this chest hair on Larry?" She puts Chris's hands in Larry's white chest curls. "That's right, touch each other. Your bodies are so beautiful."

"I like your chest," Larry tells Chris. "You're a sexy guy."

"Thank, man. I like yours." Chris pinches the older man's nipples gently, then traces slow fingertip circles over his nipples.

"Oh I fuckin' love that," Larry says. Chris smiles, and keeps going, watching Larry close his eyes and get in to the sensation.

"This boy knows how to touch you, Lar'," Marge says. "He's dangerous!" and she laughs.

Marge has the natural beauty of a woman who has aged extremely gracefully. Wrinkles here and there only enhance her vitality and drive. Lively and playful, she projects the energy of a woman who has the sexual energy of a twenty year old, the sexual confidence of a thirty-something, and the sexual mysticism of a forty-something.

"Let's all do that, let's unite like that," Marge suggests, and soon everyone is touching everyone else by the nipples. Chris plays with Larry's right nipple and Marge's left. Marge plays with Chris's right nipple and her husband's left. Larry has his left on Marge's right, and his right on Chris's left.

It's a slow, few minutes of slow breathing and intimate bonding. "Focus on just that one spot, just these one spots... oh that's so good," Marge says.

Touch and sound, linking them.

It feels like a ring of sexual energy, coursing through everyone into everyone else.

Eventually, Marge cannot take any more.

"Okay, boys," she says, breaking contact, and sitting up so her chest is out of the water. "Enough of that. Momma needs more. C'mere babies, nurse on momma's nipples."

Marge wraps the men in her embrace, as her husband begins nursing on one large, succulent, womanly breast, while Chris takes Marge's other nipple in his mouth for the first time, holding her pendulous breast up, feeling her silky breast flesh against his cheek while his lips wrap around her nipple with love and affection and gratitude.

Is he going to fuck this older couple? Are they going to fuck him? Yes, indeed, Chris thinks. Yes, indeed.

Marge holds the men by their cocks while they nurse and suck on her. She holds her hands tight around their dicks, holding them steady, holding them in place.

When she decides she wants to see them, she has the men stand up and she sinks back beneath the heat and bubbles of the tub. She plays with their cocks, standing them together, rubbing the glans of her husband against the glans of this new man, this new cock, this new afternoon treat that darling Larry brought home to her.

She presses their penises next to each other, comparing them first in her eyes and then in her mind.

Marge asks Chris about his cock. "Do you like your cock, Chris? Does this give you good pleasure?"

"I love my cock, Marge. Is it okay?"

"Yes, you're quite okay, sweet boy." Marge is sweet and kind, she has sweet and kind questions for this new man here for her to examine. She asks him about his masturbation history, his sexual history, the uses he put this cock to over the years before he so wisely placed it into Marge's hand.

Chris answers them honestly and quickly, and Marge feels her husband's arousal and enjoyment at the younger man's sexual truths and history.

"Have you ever been naked around other men before? Have you ever gone to a nudist resort?... No? Well, we're going to have a little party here, the night after next, we hope you'll join us, something for our friends, close friends... clothing optional, of course."

"Everyone's nude," Larry says.

"Sounds great," Chris says.

"It will be great," Marge says. "We'd like to take you out tomorrow, to some galleries, some smaller museums, have fun, see some art... a lot of those friends of ours, are the ones who are going to be at our nudist party. They're gonna love the tease of seeing you in clothes, before really meeting you at the party the next day."

"Sounds like a lot of fun," Chris says.

"So much fun, honey," Marge says. "Were you a good boy and did you hold off before you came here?"

"Y-yes."

"You mean it? You didn't jerk yourself off? You saved your cum for us?"

"Y-yes."

"Oh, honey, you must be aching for release, aren't you?"

She slows down her strokes, focusing on how she can tease him even further.

"Larry," she says, "are you going to be able to get all of it? He's going to have a big load." She squeezes Chris's balls. "Yes, big load. Isn't that right? You've got a big load for my husband?"

"Oh, god, you guys are so hot," Chris says.

"You're going to let me watch you get your first blowjob from a man, right?" Marge asks, looking up at Chris. "Will you let me see that, honey?"