The New Couple

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In the village where I lived, life moved at a snail’s pace. The place suited me and was what I had planned for my early retirement. The one drawback was that my sex life was not flourishing, because sadly, there were not any straight men who appeared to be interested in playing on the wild side. As a gay man, although I was always on the lookout for ‘strays,’ I soon realized that my pipedream was merely a silly fantasy.As one would expect in a largely farming community, male talent was never-ending. Regrettably, the only thing that was on the farmer’s minds was real pussy.My limitations, thankfully, were not too severe. Between visits from fuck-buddies, and the odd few days spent in a not too far off city, my constant masturbation was not my only form of release.This situation finally ended one day, surprisingly. Before readers jump up and down for joy, however, I must report that it did come at a price. Although I had fucked a few women in my youth, my preference was strictly for men. Men, who in particular, were versatile in bed.One morning as I sipped my coffee in my front garden, a godlike creature approached my gate and spoke to me. The man’s name was Loki, a nickname, in all honesty, named after a Viking god.“Hi, I’m Loki,” he announced.“Hi, I am James,” I answered.“I just thought I would introduce myself because we will soon be neighbours,” he concluded.As I looked at the stocky frame before me, I almost pissed in my pants with excitement. Loki had a luxurious full beard, heavenly brown eyes, and a smile that could light an entire city. From the t-shirt and shorts he was wearing, tattoos smothered Loki’s arms, and legs. Pensively, I imagined his ink-covered torso. Above all, his chrome-dome mesmerized me because I had always loved bald men.Loki then mentioned that he and his girlfriend, Sylvia, had decided to opt-out of the rat race and build a home in the village. While their home was getting built, the plan was that he and Sylvia would be renting a cottage from a woman with whom I had become friendly within the village. Excited as I was after he isvecbahis departed, my hormones subsided as I regained my composure.A few weeks later, I got an invitation to Sheryl’s home. She was the female that had rented a cottage to Loki. I was rather excited when Sheryl mentioned that Loki and Sylvia would be joining us for dinner.When the couple arrived for dinner, Loki was wearing an argyle sweater, and he looked even hotter than I had remembered. Sylvia was attractive but nondescript to my gay eyes. The most pleasing aspect of their arrival was the heavenly bear hug that Loki gave me.‘Jesus, he is so fuckin’ hot,’ I lustfully ruminated.As we all began to enjoy Sheryl’s breathtaking spread, things just got more and more interesting that evening.As we savoured the food and profusely imbibed the wine, our conversation turned to music. Loki then mentioned a German male rock star that he particularly liked, of whom I had never heard.“Fuck, James, you should google him. He is so fuckin’ hot that every time I see him, all I wish to do is jump on the stage and rip his clothes off and fuck with him,” Loki exclaimed.As if that was not weird enough, Sheryl then concurred. It felt like I had entered an alternative universe. During the evening, Loki also mentioned that he had been a bouncer at a nightclub and enjoyed the rough interaction of the job.When proceedings finally ended, I got an even more vigorous hug from Loki.For the next several weeks, I did not see the couple until there was a knock at my door late one Sunday afternoon.I should mention a habit that I had developed over the past years of living in my village. Sundays were cooking days for me. I would prepare soups and stews, which I decanted into smaller containers and froze in my chest freezer. In this manner, I did not have to endure the daily grind of cooking for myself. I always had a plethora of meals that I could thaw and warm for my daily sustenance.As it so happened, on that day, I had made a large pot of vegetable soup and stunning soda bread.“I know it’s dinner time, but if you don’t mind, isveçbahis giriş can we have a quick glass of wine with you,” as he held up a bottle of white wine.“Do you like beef and vegetable soup?” I announced.“Shit, buddy, we don’t want to impose,” Loki embarrassedly declared.“Bullshit, besides, I have also just baked a fantastic soda bread,” I proffered.Without hesitation, Loki beckoned Sylvia, who was sitting in their vehicle, closer with the command that Sylvia bring another two bottles of wine with her.Shortly, my two visitors were comfortably entrenched on the two large sofas in my lounge as they sipped on their wine. As I went about getting our supper ready and setting the table for dinner, Loki joined me in the kitchen for a refill of wine. As we spoke, Loki idly raised the front of his t-shirt to give his stomach a scratch. Upon doing so, my eyes focussed on his tattoos.“Geez, you are really into tattoos,” I casually mentioned.From the lounge, Sylvia promptly commented, “Loki, take your t-shirt off and show James your tattoos properly.”“Sure,” Loki answered before nonchalantly removing the garment.Viking symbols littered the front of his torso, which he pointed out with brief explanations. When he finally turned, the tattoos on his back were spectacular and had obviously, got done by a master of the craft. The tattoos were of Viking gods in their full regalia. Loki was not very hairy and, the extra few extra pounds he carried did not perturb me in the least. He was pleasingly hunky.To my delight, he even pulled his shorts down slightly to show me the tattoos on his backside. My mouth almost watered as I saw the delectable hairy crack.I made a huge fuss about the artistry, which delighted him. Sadly, my show ended when he pulled the t-shirt back over his head a returned to the lounge.Not long after, we sat at the dining table before enjoying our meal. If I am to blow my own horn, I must admit that my bread and soup was sublime, a sentiment echoed by my guests.As we dined, they asked if I would show them videos of the music I had bragged about isveçbahis yeni giriş at our previous dinner. Of course, I agreed.Once we settled back in my lounge, Sylvia sat on the two-seater sofa to the left of the television screen. Loki instantly sat on the far right of the three-seater sofa, opposite the television. Ignoring the two chairs on the right, I sat on the same sofa as Loki on the far left. As had always been my habit, my feet soon annexed the seat between Loki and myself.As our show began, Loki’s backside soon commenced sidling towards my feet and got ever closer after every wine refill. It did not take long before my feet snuggled under his left bum cheek.Loki’s hand frequently rested on my knee when the videos were in motion, as he approved my musical selection.My impulse about Loki’s preferences paid off handsomely because I had a notion that he liked burly men, and all the artists I chose were all hairy and bearded. I was also convinced by now that Loki swung both ways. Intriguingly, the rougher the men in the videos looked, the more animated he seemed to be.As one of the rugged-looking men began to sing, Loki was beside himself.“Jesus, he is so fuckin’ hot. That daddy could make me his bitch any day,” he exulted.What now blew me away the most was that Sylvia scarcely reacted to Loki’s utterance.‘Fuck me! What is up with these two?’ I pondered.As the evening flew by, at one point, when Sylvia was engrossed in the television, Loki’s hand slipped down and encased my knob. As had been the case most of the evening, my cock was rock-hard. As he gently massaged my dick, he got a blissful smile on his face. I am certainly not the man with the biggest cock in the world, but I am above average. In particular, I have a knob with girth. After hastily sating his inquisition, Loki removed his hand.As I sat there dumbfounded, I kept wondering what their modus operandi was. Loki was a no-brainer, but Sylvia, sweet as she was, held no attraction for me.Our evening ended a short while later when Sylvia expressed that she was tired and ready for bed.That night as I lay in bed, my mind was in turmoil. I felt like a child anticipating a birthday gift that he hoped would materialize. I pondered if they liked threesomes or if Loki preferred to perform his M2M indiscretions privately.

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