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Swinging

By Barrie Abalard

Chapter One

1975

"Grass now. Talk later." Troy Camden held up a joint, his softening cock still slick with juices.

Kirk Bauer shook his head while he fucked Natalie Smythe doggie-style. "I prefer martinis. So much more civilized."

"Do you mind?" asked a panting Natalie, who was reaching for the joint.

"Go ahead. I'm going to find the gin. Soon." But Kirk didn't pull out to go look for a drink. He was close, so close. When his gaze landed on Troy's chest, he came, howling. Afterward, while he was catching his breath, Natalie bitched, "Hey, I wasn't there yet."

What the fuck? I looked at my buddy, and I came?

Troy took the joint back from Holly Lane who said, "Hey, T, no Bogarting the J," just before she went down on him. Groaning, he passed the grass to Natalie. "Whatever you say. Just keep sucking."

Kirk, watching the woman's cheeks hollow with her efforts, felt himself growing hard again. "Never trust anyone over thirty, remember?" he managed to say, while he touched Natalie's clit absentmindedly. She crooned, "Oh, yes, Kirk, that's so good." When her croons became sharp little cries, he grasped her hips to slip inside. Driving deep, he stared at Troy's wet cock, sliding between Holly's lips.

Jesus, I'm not drunk enough to think what I'm thinking.

Troy moved in time with Holly's efforts, gasping to Kirk, "Or, in your case, over forty."

"I'm not a day over thirty-five--aaaahh!" Kirk came a second time, his thoughts full of cocksucking--and the sucker was Troy.

I am definitely not drunk enough!

When he finished, Natalie broke free. "Enough, Kirk. I was done a while ago. I don't want to get sore--I plan to enjoy a few more fucks tonight."

He gave her the half-lidded glance that made women all over the country want to toss away their underwear. "Get me a martini, and I'll lick your sweet pussy."

"Yum."

As soon as Natalie left, he let himself drink in Troy...sweaty, muscled, and moaning, his cock huge and hard thanks to Holly's mouth.

Goddamn, but he wanted to jerk off--and he'd just come twice. What the fuck was going on with him tonight?

Natalie returned, handing him a glass before she lay on her back and spread her legs. "Hey, you two should try being a woman. Hollywood loves older actors, as long as they're men. We women are washed up at twenty-nine."

Ordinarily, Kirk loved to suck pussy, especially Nat's, because she was always so damned appreciative, letting him fuck her ass as much as he wanted. Only, tonight he didn't want to suck pussy, he wanted to suck a prick--Troy's prick.

The gin went down pretty easily before he went down on Natalie. He had her screaming within minutes. Once she'd finished, she sat up, pushing him away. "Hey, I've been spending all my time with you. This is a party, remember?"

And, with that, Kirk's date crawled in the direction of a man he didn't know, but who had a nine-inch schlong, for sure.

Kirk watched Troy finish, his hands on Holly's head while she deep-throated him. He grew hard once more, and Kirk didn't fucking believe it. He hadn't done it three times in a row since his twenties.

Holly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I'm tired of cock. I want some of that fine, fine pussy you were licking, Kirk."

Kirk smiled. "If you can pull Nat off that guy's dick, you're welcome to it. Hey, Troy, come with me while I get another drink."

"Haven't you had enough tonight?" his friend asked while they sauntered to the bar.

Stealing a glance at Troy's cock, Kirk said, "I never get enough. Do you?"

His friend paused, his sky blue eyes burning holes into his own hazel ones. "Are we talking about booze and dope, or something else?"

His damned mouth was so dry, the words wouldn't come out. Instead, he placed a hand on Troy's shoulder.

His friend's eyes glittered. "Come out to the cabanas with me."

Everyone knew that at Warren's parties the cabanas by the pool were the places for male-male experimentation. In 1975 Hollywood, women could lick clits openly and nobody cared, but a leading man couldn't afford the hint of homosexual scandal, not if he valued his career.

Kirk resisted Troy's insistent tug on his forearm. "I need another drink first."

Troy shrugged, letting go. "Get your drink, then meet me at the first open cabana. I could use a snort, myself."

"Jesus, Troy, don't use coke."