POP MY CORK, DAMMIT! (Part 3)

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I’m clueless of time when I wake up and find myself alone on the balcony aside from four empty bottles of champagne and a vacant lounge chair. I stumble out of the chair, knocking the bottles down in the process, and walk inside, feeling the burn of the sun on my skin with every step.
“Hello,” I yell into the condo, “anyone home?”
The condo is silent. I believe my nameless guest made his way home. I grab a glass of water and notice a note on the kitchen counter:
Hey dude! Had a blast! Let’s do it again sometime. Happy Birthday! Steph.
Steph. Hmm. I wonder if that’s short for Stephane (French boys are hot!) Well, at least dude has a name but he didn’t leave a number. Maybe I’ll run into him on a night out with Frank. In the meantime, the condo needs a good clean but I’m not in the mood so I grab my cellphone to call my cleaning lady. When I turn it on, there’s a message waiting for me; it’s from Steph:
Now I’m on your phone. Call me anytime! xo.
Strange. I’ve never received an “xo” from a straight man. Whatever, it’s probably his texting signature, but part of me tingles with excitement from seeing it. He’s straight, Tony! Snap out of it! I put the phone down and decide cleaning can wait until tomorrow. I need another shower to cool off my tender skin…so much for the sunscreen!
***
“Hey Tony, how’s the hangover?” yells Frank into the receiver. I wish I checked the caller ID before picking up. I’m not in the mood to hear about last night’s conquest.
“I was feeling better until youyelled into my ear.”
“Aww, sorry sweetie! I just wanted to touch base and see how our birthday boy was recovering from last night.”
“Drinking champagne this morning was not a good idea to help with last night’s hangover.”
“Yeah, Steph told me about your little rendezvous.”
“Someone forgot to take him home after the party.”
“I had my hands full and he looked so peaceful napping in your condo. I didn’t want to disturb him.”
“No, you didn’t want a third wheel attached to potentially kill your plans of hooking up with Charlie.”
“Charlie, that’s it! It’s been bothering me all day!”
“You had sex with Charlie and you can’t remember his name?”
“We had a lot to drink, but I can describe every curve, muscle, and taste of that splendid body.”
“Spare me the details.”
“But they’re great details! So great that you’ll have weeks of material for jerking off.”
“No thanks. I’ll stick to my porn collection.”
“By the way, I hope you don’t mind but I gave Steph your number. He called me today when he left your place. He didn’t want to wake you from your midday nap.”
“Thanks. He’s a fun guy.”
“He is and he really likes you.”
“We hit it off as friends.”
“Be careful with that one.”
“What do you mean?”
“Did he play the straight card last night?”
“Yeah, he told me he’s straight. He kept calling me dude! What gay man uses the word dude?”
“My cock bends towards gay on my gaydar when he’s around.”
“You think every hot guy is gay.”
“So you think he’s hot, eh?”
“That’s not the point, Frank. He was nice and fun and didn’t leave me alone on my birthday night like someof my friends.”
“Hey, we celebrated with cake and champagne. I needed some of my own celebrating afterwards.”
“Did you do your typical, ‘I can’t sleep with someone else in the bed’ routine last night with Charlie?”
“It’s not a routine. I really can’t sleep if someone else is in the bed. I called a cab for him this morning.”
“Morning? So he did sleep over?”
“No. We fucked all night. He left around 8 a.m. I had a great sleep until four o’clock this afternoon.”
“I can’t wait to hear Charlie bitch about you kicking him out.”
“I didn’t kick him out. We sealed the deal, multiple times, and then it was time for Frank to have his alone time.”
“I’m glad you had a fun time with Charlie, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to nursing my hangover.”
“Sure sweetie. I’ll let you go. Keep me updated if Steph contacts you. Let me know how straight he really is.”
Frank was laughing on the phone as I turned it off and threw it away from me. I need to relax without any more distractions. I grab the ice pack I was using before Frank called, place it back on my forehead, and lay on the sofa with my eyes closed. The cold sensation on my forehead and the quietness in the room begins to soothe my head. Soon I am drifting into sleep.
***
“Charlie, what are you doing here?”
“I didn’t get a chance to give you your birthday gift, Tony.”
Charlie pulls me off the sofa and I’m naked. I don’t remember taking off my clothes!
Charlie smiles, drops to his knees and takes my cock in his mouth.
“Oh…wow…uh…that feels amazing Charlie, but a gift card would’ve sufficed.”
“Shut up and enjoy the treat,” Charlie replies, and returns to his position with mouth on cock. I hold Charlie’s head as he hoovers from tip to base, breaking his routine to lick the tip of my cock, suck its head, and then take it fully to its base. He uses his hands to pull my scrotum and tease my balls. I feel a finger poke my hole and I jump.
“Don’t be afraid,” says another voice behind me, “we’re going to give you what you’ve been waiting thirty years to experience.”
That’s when Frank walks in, naked and fully erect. He holds my waist from behind and presses his cock against the crack of my ass. His lips lick and kiss the crevice between my neck and my shoulder. The sensation is unbearably fantastic. I throw my head back and surrender my lips to Frank. He kisses me in tandem with gyrations of his pelvis against my ass while Charlie sucks my cock.
Frank licks a finger and inserts it into my hole. I jump at the cold intrusion but quickly adjust to the pleasure released from its pressure against my prostate. He continues with a second and then a third finger. I feel I’m getting close to the edge of orgasm when Frank fluidly removes his fingers and replaces it with his cock. He rips into my hole with one push and he’s balls deep. I groan and I can’t contain myself. That single thrust puts me over the edge and my body spasms, filling Charlie’s mouth with my cum. Charlie doesn’t relinquish my cock, swallowing every drop, and Frank keeps his cock deep inside me until my body relaxes from its orgasm.
“How does it feel to finally lose your virginity?” asks Frank. Charlie rises to meet my lips, giving me a taste of my cum. He proceeds to kiss Frank who moans his approval. “Your cum tastes great, Tony.  It tastes like sweet tequila.”
“Sweet tequila?” I ask. I turn around and it isn’t Charlie’s face that’s smiling at me, it’s Steph.
“Yes, Tony. You’re my sweet tequila.”
“When did you get here Steph?”
“I’ve been here the entire time. Oh, there’s the doorbell. Let me get that for you.”
Steph walks away and I watch his delicious ass swagger to the door. Numb from the experience, I sit down and lay back on the sofa. The doorbell keeps ringing.
“Are you getting that, Steph?”
But there’s no answer and the doorbell keeps ringing. I turn around and Steph is gone. Charlie has also disappeared and I’m staring at a big wet spot on my crotch. Damn! Was it all a dream?The doorbell keeps ringing.
“Just a minute!”
I try to find something to hide the wet spot but there’s nothing close by so I answer the door making sure to keep my body behind it.
“Hey, Steph…wha-what brings you here?”
“Hey dude, you look like shit! Still hung over?” he asks while barging through the door.
“A bit, maybe, but you woke me from a nap.”
“Oh sorry dude! I thought you might have had a nice long nap this afternoon when I left you on the balcony. Nice shade of red you got there. I bet it will brown nicely!”
“So, Steph, how can I help you?”
“Oh, since we finished all the champagne this morning, I bought more. Now we can continue celebrating. I even wore a nice shirt for tonight.”
Steph smiles, two huge dimples on either side, bright white teeth, and a day’s worth of facial hair. He holds up two bags filled with clanking bottles of champagne but I focus on his tight, sexy, black, buttoned-down shirt that barely snuggles his chest and outlines every muscle.
“That’s very sweet, Steph. But I’m not sure…”
Steph doesn’t give me a chance to finish my sentence. He unloads the bottles in the fridge, grabs an ice bucket from last night, fills it with ice from the freezer, and places a bottle inside. “It won’t take long to cool. How about I help you clean up a bit while we wait?”
“That’s a very nice offer, but…”
“Don’t mention it. It’s another gift for your birthday.”
“My birthday was yesterday.”
“It’s your birthday week and you just turned thirty! Let’s keep celebrating! Did you spill something? You have a stain on your pants.”
“Oh that, yeah, clumsy me!”
“Go take a shower while the champagne cools. And wear something nice.”
I’m speechless as Steph pushes me towards the bathroom. I close the door and stare at myself in the mirror. Is this still a dream? I smack myself in the face a couple of times, open the door, and Steph is still here in his sexy shirt cleaning my condo. What the fuck is going on?
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Interested in more? Read the rest of “POP MY CORK, DAMMIT!” available soon on Amazon. Next week I’ll bring a different #TGIFF story to this blog!
In the meantime, have you read A TASTE OF ARGENTINA? Yum! 

Join Steve on his sexcapades through Buenos Aires, Argentina; a country known for its delicious wine, beef, and men! He enjoys a mouthful (and ass full!) of magical flavours as he devours various men on the plane, in the park, in hotel rooms, in alleyways, in bathrooms, in bedrooms…maybe he should consider a longer stay!
Warning: this story is filled with large erections, ejaculations, drug-induced sex, cream pies, and a dash of romance.