Chapter 4: Catalyst
Andy had felt his heart pounding like a drum as he followed Brad into the kitchen. But now, with Cindy's hand rubbing on his bulge and Brad's big, hard hands on his hips, he was almost ready to black out with anxiety and pleasure.
Brad noticed and moved Cindy's hand.
"He said yes, sweetheart."
He looked down at Andy's blushing face. In his rumbling voice, he whispered, "Forget the steaks. Let's take this upstairs."
He released Andy and turned to Cindy. "Babe, put the food away and shut off the grill?
Brad wrapped his big arms around Cindy and administered a long, hot kiss, rubbing his crotch up against hers. She melted.
He released her, grabbing Andy's hand as he gave her a swat on the ass with his other hand. I'm gonna take this guy upstairs and get ready," he grinned.
"Don't you dare start without me! " she giggled.
"Let's go, " he he said, turning to Andy.
They got as far as the bottom of the stairs before Brad stopped again. This time it was his hand moving over Andy's bulge.
"Damn! I'm anxious to see what that is!" he murmured, and turned Andy again to where he could lay lips on lips. As they kissed, bodies pressed against each other, Brad's passion grew. He grabbed Andy's hand and literally pulled him up the stairs. In the bedroom he again embraced him, standing beside the bed.
"Let's see what you've got in here." Brad's voice was a low growl as his fingers fumbled with Andy's belt. He knelt then and unzipped the fly to Andy's jeans and gently opened y them.
Andy's heart pounded, his cock throbbed and the hot, pink head of his cock peeked out of the top of the waistband.
"Damn!" Brad swore, and pushed fat fingers into the waistband of his whity tighties and gave a yank.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed as six inches of the prettiest cock on the block fell into full view.
Then slower, almost reverently, he took it in his hand and began to pull it towards his mouth.
Just then Cindy walked in. Brad dropped Andy's cock and jumped up.
She gave Brad a look, but he held up both hands. "I waited as long I could Babe !
" It's OK " she purred.
"Cindy? Are you sure? I mean, I don't know if I can-" Andy started stammering, his mind racing with doubt and confusion.
She just smiled. "You aren't used to a woman around this, and he's not used to another man around. "
But Cindy's hand was already unbuckling Brad's belt, her eyes locked onto Andy's, daring him to protest.
"Just watch. It'll be fun, I promise," Cindy whispered, her eyes never leaving Andy's as she slowly pulled down Brad's zipper. She didn't bother to undo the belt. She just reached in and scooped out a thick, uncut seven inches of throbbing meat.
Andy's breath hitched in his throat as Brad's thick, hard cock sprang free, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
Brad's hands gripped the bedpost behind him, his muscles tensing as Cindy wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke him slowly. Andy could see the veins pulsing along the length of Brad's cock, could see the way Brad's stomach muscles clenched and unclenched as Cindy worked him. After a few minutes--and few licks and sucks--Cindy stopped and Brad relaxed a little.
"Let's get all these clothes off!" Cindy suggested.
Andy felt another wave of heat wash over him, a mix of excitement and anxiety.
Brad, fully erect now and hard as a rock, stook transfixed as Cindy began to undress Andy. He began to stroke himself as Cindy's fingers deftly unbuttoned Andy's shirt, her touch soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the raw desire simmering in the room.
Slowly she unbuttoned Andy's shirt, exposing the soft sun-browned skin and the thick, shiny black hair on his chest.
Andy stood there trembling, his cock standing at full attention, pre-cum glistening at the tip. Cindy smiled, and reached out to stroke him. Gently, her fingers wrapping around his shaft as her thumb wiped the bead of precum from the tip.
"You're so beautiful," she said, her voice low and sultry.
By now, Brad was almost franticly jacking himself. Unable to contain his desire, he stepped forward and gently pushed Cindy aside.
"Mine!" he exclaimed. He pushed Cindy aside and grabbed Andy by the shoulders. Brad's hands were rough, but Andy liked it. He liked the feeling of Brad's strength, the raw desire that radiated from him. He felt Brad's hands move down his body, finished unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his jeans. He pushed them down to his ankles.
Andy's cock, already hard, throbbed with anticipation. He could feel Brad's hot breath on his neck, the rough scrape of his stubble against his sensitive skin as he bent to pull the jeans down. He could hear Brad's ragged breathing, could feel the heat of his body, the solid strength of his muscles.
He felt Brad's hand grasp his cock, stroking him roughly, his thumb sweeping over the tip, spreading the pre-cum.
"Fuck, Andy. You're so fucking hard," Brad muttered, his voice a low growl.
Cindy, watching from the corner of the room, bit her lip and rubbed her clit through her jeans, her own arousal growing as she watched the two men.
Brad's other hand gripped Andy's shoulder, pulling him closer, his breath hot on Andy's ear. "I want to taste you," he whispered, his voice raw with desire.