Hey everyone! Let me start out with an apology for sort of ghosting on this thread and kind of on this website in general. I'm not really in the habit of making excuses, but I did get busy both personally and professionally. It just sorta became easier and easier to forget about updating here. Things did continue with Aaron, but up until recently, it had pretty well plateaued. But in light of somewhat recent events, I figured it was high time I updated!
Like I mentioned, Aaron and I have continued hanging out, but nothing new happened for some time. I had grown even more certain that what we were doing was going to be the height of it. And I was fine with that, even though I definitely wanted more. I wasn't going to push, you know? He's married, I'm partnered, and I never felt like I had a true grasp on his sexuality. Of course, I don't think he did (or still doesn't) either.
We actually started hanging out more often. Even though Aaron had, on a couple of occasions, come by for a quick blowjob or something, we both had it in our minds that our "hanging out" needed to be monumental, so to speak. Or lengthy. Most of the time, we had been spending a good chunk of time together in our hanging out, and we kind of realized we could meet up even if we didn't have hours to kill. Before, you know, it was like us spending a couple hours together with orgasms at the end. But there was no reason we couldn't chill for even half an hour if that's all the time we had. He lives close enough to us that it seemed dumb that we weren't spending more time together. So we changed that.
Our time spent together began to run the gamut, at least within the confines of what we'd already done. One night he might come over and we'd chill in our underwear for half an hour. The next night, he might swing by for a quick bj before going home. Sometimes, I'd be naked. Sometimes, my partner would be home and he'd chill in his underwear with us. And of course, when we could, we had lengthier experiences, more akin to what we had been doing. Spending a couple hours together. The end of those experiences changed too - sometimes we'd simply jerk off together, sometimes we'd jerk each other, sometimes I'd blow him. On occasion, he'd just watch me jerk off. On one occasion, Aaron, myself and my partner were in the basement smoking. They were in their underwear, I was naked. And I simply just started playing with myself and wound up jacking in front of them both. The experiences were varied, is what I'm saying, and I let Aaron set the tone for what was going to happen.
Aaron's relationship with my cock seems to have always been iffy. I mean, on one hand, it's clear that he thoroughly, thoroughly enjoys looking at it. I've always gotten the sense that he really wants to touch it, but he also pulls himself back sometimes. I've always chalked that up to his wishy-washy sexuality. That seemed to be the case in all we did, since some nights he was cool with just watching me beat off, and some nights he was itching to be more involved. Like I said, I always just let him take the lead.
Throughout all this, Aaron seemed to remain shy or doubtful about his body, even though he's in better shape than I. He seemed vaguely more relaxed when it was just him and I; when my partner was around, he seemed a bit more inhibited. Of course, of the three of us, my partner's in the best shape, and Aaron just hadn't had the time spent with him like he had with me. Like everything else, his level of nudity seemed to fluctuate based on, well, how horny he was, I imagine. He still really wasn't one to just be naked. More often than not, he would just pull his boxerbriefs down or occasionally would take them off, but would leave his tshirt on. He was more guarded about his torso than he was his lower half. Though he was also fairly guarded about that, preferring to not let my partner or I see him flaccid. There were always exceptions to that, like I mentioned, based on how involved or horny he was any given night. But in general, that seemed to be his MO.
Of course, I could never really pinpoint the reason for that. It could have been his insecurities about his body shape or dick size. But additionally, even a balls-out power bottom might not be comfortable with casual nudity in that sense. Knowing that Aaron isn't even fully gay, and knowing that sexuality doesn't really necessarily have anything to do with "casual nudity comfort", I never really pushed him to be naked. I encouraged it, allowed it, led by example, but some guys are just not comfortable with that, regardless of anything else. Hell, I've known straight guys that I've never fucked around with who'd jump at the chance to be naked, you know?
Anyway, sometimes my partner and I like to talk about other guys when we're fucking around. Obviously, Aaron became a recurring topic. My partner and I are both fairly vers, but we did agree that we'd love to just get plowed by Aaron. He also pointed out that he thinks Aaron is much more into me, which doesn't make him mad, because usually it's the other way around. Despite it all, I'm fairly an introvert, while my partner is an extrovert. We haven't really done much, sexually, with other guys, but even in everyday conversation and situations, it's kind of obvious when a guy likes my partner more. And that doesn't bother me. I fully admit I'm a quiet type, and I'm secure in my relationship with him. At any rate, we often talked about Aaron, floating fantasies and such. We assumed, of course, that they would be just that: fantasies. Because Aaron didn't seem to be advancing any. And that was fine too; the status quo was definitely fun!
Before I post this and start a fresh installment, I'll set up that installment. A couple of weekends ago, both my partner and Aaron's family were due to be out of town. It was for different reasons, of course, but the fact remained that, theoretically at least, Aaron and I could spend a few days together. The Friday night before my partner left the next day, the three of us hung out. For a while, we were all in our underwear. About an hour in, I got naked. About an hour after that, we sat down to jack off. My partner got naked at that point, and Aaron simply pulled his underwear down. My partner encouraged Aaron to stroke my cock, because the look on Aaron's face seemed to scream that he wanted to. He did, for some time, though he didn't get me off. We wound up getting ourselves off, one by one.
Saturday morning, my partner fucked me before he left. Literally as he was thrusting into me with my legs over his shoulders, he asked me if I wanted Aaron to fuck me. He knew the answer, he just wanted to hear me say it. I told him that I did, of course, and he stunned me a bit by saying that I should do that. Essentially, my partner was giving me a wide berth to do whatever it took to "bring Aaron to the table", so to speak. We're not at all in the habit of doing much outside our relationship, only together. But I think it was a "desperate times call for desperate measures" sort of thing. As long as I was working to bring Aaron to our bed to share him, my partner was ok with it. Obviously, that's not something that extends to anyone else, but he's just as eager to fuck around with Aaron as I am, and he knows that Aaron favors me a bit. More to come...
