Doubling Back

Strummer snorted, turned from the table, and walked over to the beach-side edge of the terrace.

"Perhaps I'll go find Jack and share old times with him," Nadine said in a teasing voice to Strummer's back.

"You do that," Strummer said, without turning back to her. He slowly descended the stairs to the beach. He walked over to where the men were stretched out beside each other on the beach.

"Come with me, Johnny," he said. "I want to show you something."

When Johnny stood, Strummer picked up the young man's towel, turned to Adrian and gave him a wink, looked up at the terrace to make sure Nadine was watching them, and then, putting a hand on Johnny's back, guided him along the beach and into a grotto area surrounded by rocks.

Strummer fucked Johnny on the sand between the rock walls and the surf lapping up from the Caribbean. They were both naked, Johnny on his back on the beach towel, Strummer between his thighs on top of him, fists gripping Johnny's wrists and holding them above and splayed away from his body. They kissed deeply, while Johnny rubbed his heels on Strummer's buttocks and Strummer fucked him in hard, long thrusts of his hips. Each thrust was long and cruel, jerking and rocking Johnny's body, causing the young man to gasp and groan—but Johnny didn't miss a beat in taking it and begging for more of it.

Johnny was more than willing, completely open to Strummer, and the two were distracted from their coupling only long enough to see that Adrian was perched on top of one of the enveloping rocks, crouched down, his dick out and in his hand, watching them fuck.

Johnny lay there, back arched, head lolled over to the side, tongue hanging out, panting, and eyes languidly watching Adrian masturbate at the top of the rock, while murmuring, "You're so big. Fuck me. Harder; deeper."

Strummer complied.

* * * *

"Yes, Duffy's is a gay bar," Strummer said. "Do you have an objection to that?" The three of them, Strummer, Adrian, and Johnny, were standing just inside the shack-like building at the edge of the small harbor town of Red Hook on the western edge of the island of St. Thomas. It was the day before Nadine and Adrian were to get married in a small gathering on the beach below Jack's Resort.

Strummer had said he wanted to throw Adrian something of a bachelor's party before the actor took the plunge—that it was a shame that they had come to a paradise of a Caribbean island and hadn't seen any of it. He said he'd take the men on an afternoon tour.

When the idea had been raised with Nadine, sitting on the terrace, chain smoking cigarettes, sketching on a pad, and chain drinking Mai Tais, she'd just said, "Whatever," and had called for Frankie, the hunky black waiter, to bring her another drink. Strummer had a good notion that Nadine would be having a last-minute fling of her own while the men were gone.

When offered a seat in the Land Rover, Jack had just balled his hands into a fist and said, "Not a chance. I know what you're up to, John."

"You can make your move while we're gone," Strummer had said, giving Jack a grin and popping his tongue on the inside of his cheek. "That is if Nadine doesn't make her move on Frankie or you can't think of a way to push him out of the picture before you get a chance."

"Fuck you," Jack said. "I'll be doing maintenance on Jax's Pride today." He gestured to the small sailing yacht at anchor down in Megan Bay. The yacht was owned by the resort and was used to take guests on excursions out into the Caribbean and to St. Croix.

"Appreciate it," Strummer had said. "Might have a good use for the old girl sooner rather than later." And then when Jack gave him a sharp look, he added, "I'm talking about the sail boat, not Nadine." He laughed, and, giving him a disgusted look, Jack went back into his office and decisively shut the door.

"No, I don't mind," Adrian said in a "not so sure" voice from inside the door to Duffy's, where they had landed in Red Hook after a drive around the western end of the island.

"One last afternoon of freedom before chaining yourself to Nadine, eh?" Strummer said. But then he gave Adrian a hard pat on the back. "Don't worry, though, I won't tell anyone what you really want out of this marriage. And how about you, Johnny?"

"How about me what?" Johnny answered from the other side of Adrian. His attention since they'd entered the bar had been on the guy dancing a pole on a raised stage on the opposite wall from the bar. That's where the attention of most in the bar had gone—once they had taken in the threesome after they'd come through the door, with Strummer, Adrian, and, especially, Johnny having received a good share of the attention of the men in the room. Johnny's voice was calm and assured. There was nothing here giving him pause for thought or worry.

"Your pick," Strummer said. "Do you mind that we're in a gay bar or do you mind that Adrian is marrying your mother to not-so-secretly get to you?"

"No," Johnny said, "to both."

Adrian gave a little gasp and turned to Johnny. "You know?"

"Yes, how could I avoid knowing?"

"And you don't . . ."

"Not in the least," Johnny answered. "Any time you wanted to fuck me, all you had to do was make the move. I don't give a fuck whether you marry my mother or not—but I think it's kinda weird that you would marry her just to get at me."

"A nice thing about this bar," Strummer said, "is that they have rooms in the back that they rent by the hour."

* * * *

Panting hard, Johnny palmed Strummer's beefy pecs, as the classic band guitarist and lead singer straddled the young man's thighs with his knees, frotted their cocks together with one hand, and gripped and rolled and squeezed Johnny's balls with the other. Adrian sat off to the side of the single bed, on a straight chair, his legs spread wide; leaning forward toward the bed, watching the two naked men on the bed intently with his eyes, and pulling on his meat with a fist.

The movie star sucked in breath and moaned low as he watched Strummer dock his cock bulb with Johnny's, push his foreskin over Johnny's cut bulb, and stroke the two cocks together. Johnny dug his claws into Strummer's chest muscles, arched his back, and murmured, in a strangled voice, "Fuck me. Fuck me now. Don't make me wait."

Ignoring the plea, Strummer let loose of the docked cocks and moved his knees up Johnny's torso, dragging his cock head up Johnny's torso, as the younger man trembled and groaned. He pressed his piss slit into Johnny's taut nipples, one after the other, as Johnny gasped and the closely watching Adrian groaned. Releasing precum on one nipple, Strummer spread that around the nipple and then moved to the next.

"Oh, shit. Fuck me. Fuck me," Johnny whimpered, moving his hands to Strummer's buttocks and digging in there.

"Shut up and take it," Strummer growled and then proceeded to shut Johnny's pleas up by moving further up on the young man's chest and forcing his cock into Johnny's mouth. Johnny willingly opened to the shaft, took it deep, and sucked on it. Strummer reached back with a hand and fisted the young man's balls and the root of his cock and stroked him to the same rhythm he was using to fuck Johnny's face. He grabbed the curly, blond hair at the back of Johnny's head and guided it in the deep-throating fuck. Johnny gagged as Strummer creamed his tonsils and then collapsed back onto the bed, panting, watching Strummer in awe and slight fear. He rubbed across his mouth with the back of his hand, as Strummer dragged his cock back down the length of the young man's torso and belly and down one leg. Strummer positioned himself below Johnny, laced his arms through Johnny's thighs, and gave Johnny's cock head. The fingers of one of his hands entered Johnny's ass deep and pressed the channel open.

"Oh, god, I'm gonna come," Johnny said, with a whimper.

"Not yet. Don't you dare come yet," Strummer growled. He came off Johnny and the bed then and turned to Adrian. "Time for you to take your wedding present."

Adrian didn't have to be asked twice. He lunged for the bed, flipped Johnny over on his belly as he climbed up on the bed.

"On your knees. Give me your ass," Adrian commanded, and, with a groan, Johnny complied. Adrian covered Johnny's body from above, mounted his ass, and was immediately working his cock inside the young man's channel, while Johnny murmured, "Yes, yes. Fuck me. Somebody do me."

Crouched above him and clutching Johnny's hips with his hands, Adrian was stroking hard as Strummer stood by the bed and dressed. Johnny had a hand under his belly and was stroking his own cock. His cheek was to the bed, his head turned to Strummer, and there was a dreamy look on his face.

"I'll be outside, at the bar, when you two are done," Strummer said. He lingered for a few minutes, but they were too far gone into each other to notice him. He got no more than grunts at two different tonal levels as he left the room. They didn't reappear for another forty minutes, during which he smoked three cigarettes, downed two beers, and turned away four "let's hook up" offers. Both Adrian and Johnny were walking with an unsteady gait and had big grins on their faces when they emerged through the beaded curtain over the doorway to the back rooms.

As the two entered the main room, Strummer put his cell phone away. He'd gotten some really nice shots of their coupling. He didn't know when he'd share these with Nadine, but until he did, he'd savor the prospect of her reaction.

* * * *

"You're back from your all-male excursion. Where's Adrian? I haven't seen him all day."

"This is your fifth marriage, Nadine," Strummer said. "Don't you know by now that it's bad luck for the groom to see you the day before the wedding?"

"I think that's the day of the wedding," she answered. She was stretched out on the king-sized bed in her cabin at Jack's Resort, a filmy nightgown on her body, a trashy novel in her hand, and half a box of chocolates at her side. She was a busty woman and the top of the nightgown was revealing. Strummer had to admit that she was still a very-nice-looking piece and that her body was toned. Who would have known there was sex appeal after fifty in a woman?

"Well, it's close enough to midnight that you certainly don't want to see him now. I thought you might much prefer to see me. You're getting married tomorrow. If we did anything tomorrow, it would be adultery."

"Do anything? What are you suggesting?" The coy expression on Nadine's face indicating that she knew exactly what Strummer was suggesting.

He pulled his T-shirt over his head. If she could still be toned at fifty-two, he knew he was still a Greek god in the body department at thirty-one. His was rewarded with a low moan and a slitted-eyed appraisal from Nadine. The fingers of one of her hands went to what clearly was a nipple pressing into the nightgown bodice, and the other hand was on her upper thigh, teasingly close to the center of her.

"I'm talking about fucking. You don't really want Adrian to walk in on us fucking the night before your wedding, do you?"

What Strummer had in mind proved to be more frustratingly teasing to Nadine than the big-cocked fucking she had in mind. As soon as he'd dropped his shorts and she'd made the obligatory exclamation of how heavenly endowed he was, he was on the bed, pulling her nightgown over her head.

"Yes, yes, I want you inside me . . . quickly," she murmured. But it didn't happen that way. The next fifteen minutes was taken up with penile play on her body that had her clutching at him, begging him for penetration, with Strummer brushing her hands away, and with the younger man playing her body with his cock. He slapped his cock all over her body as he straddled her and she begged him to bury it in her—either way, she didn't care. She remembered having enjoyed him both ways. He had a third way, though, and after squeezing her breasts together and rubbing it in the cleavage between them, he moved up her body and she did, at fifty-two what she would have refused to do at thirty—she took the cock in her mouth and gave him expert suck, just short of ejaculation.

"Now. In me; fuck me," she burbled as he moved down her body, dragging his cock the full way. But he denied her the penetration she wanted even then. Though his fingers went between her folds, he played her clit with the bulb of his cock and, in the end, when he came, it was on her clit. He rubbed his cum around on her clit to the sounds of her moans and hoarse expletives.

"You bastard," she said, as he came off her and the bed and reached down for his shorts and T.

"You think that's being a bastard?" he said, with a laugh. "Then what would you call this? Take a look at these photos—of your Adrian and your precious son, Johnny."

Nadine howled her frustrated fury as, laughing, Strummer stuffed the cell phone back in the pocket of his shorts, threw his T-shirt over his shoulder, and backed out of the room.

He walked down to the terrace of the resort's main building, where Jack Jones was sitting, stewing, drinking bourbon from a bottle, and chain smoking.

"I've just been at Nadine's cabin," Strummer said.

"Yeah, so what?"

"She said she'd like to do old times before she got married tomorrow. She wants to do them with you. She's waiting for you."

Jack gave Strummer a suspicious look, but he obviously didn't want to know he was being played. He was gone in a flash. Strummer knew he'd left Nadine in such a state that Jack was exactly who she'd be wanting at this moment—and that she'd have, and give, a good time—as long as Jack put it in her.

Whistling, Strummer continued on down the stairs to the beach. He walked out onto the dock and got in the dingy, which motored him out to the sailboat, Jax's Pride. He checked below. Adrian was on top of Johnny, fucking him hard. Strummer figured that he could get under way and be half way to Key West before the two guys below came up for air. In this, he was proved to be right.

In all, Strummer thought he had a right to be pleased with how this all had come down. It had taken him twenty years to double back and take his revenge on Nadine for leaving him at the altar—and on Jack Jones, for that matter, for stepping in and taking her from Strummer. The revenge would be sweetest now if Nadine and Jack did another disastrous turn at on-the-rebound matrimony. Maybe they'd even produce another Johnny.