The Unthrouple

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

My family operates a sort of specialty resort which is dedicated to honeymoon couples, people in a relationship, and less ordinary arrangements, we don't turn our noses up at gay couples, multiple marriages, you-name-it, if they're committed and happy, we take them, but we draw the line at uncommitted players. A solitary man or woman isn't welcomed, the unhappy result of some disastrous liaisons and a murder-suicide, and my Mother drew down the edict, to which my Father agreed, and after that, we wanted couples or more.

We have a beautiful location near the ocean, with palm trees, a balmy breeze, warm weather some ten months of the year, with plenty of sunscreen, umbrellas and fancy drinks with tiny umbrellas in them or quarters of lime floating in them for the couples to sip while they gaze lovingly into each other's eyes, or to wait for them with beads of condensation drizzling down their sides while they walk along the edge of the water holding hands. A popular sort of place for them to be, and the utter lack of any possible competition from single men/women is an added draw. We keep an eye out for a roving eye on any of our visitors' parts.

So when I saw a lone man lounging on a chair sipping moodily at a pina colada while gazing at a pretty girl with a handsome guy nearby, I figured I'd better go find out if we had to do some damage control.

All of our beach chairs were in pairs (of course) with spaces between to give our couples privacy, so I sat down and said, "Hi, there, are you feeling lonely?" I knew all our clients as a matter of course, this was Jason Morrison, out of Virginia. I was only twelve, but I was dressed like one of our service staff, in white khaki shirt and shorts, socks and sneakers, with my hair neatly combed and my manner deferential and polite. I even had a small gold tag on my chest that read "Peyton Quimby" with nothing else beneath. My mother was native so I was a fairer, rather tan color than the tawny-brown-skinned natives of this island, but I didn't stand out that much, with my jet-black hair, dark eyes and sleek build of my mother's people.

Jason was far from hard on the eyes, he had a well-muscled form, which bulged all the way down from his neck to his waistband of his swimtrunks, big shoulders, massive pectorals, large biceps, rippled abdominals, a thin waist, and below the loosely-fitting pale cream-colored trunks, his legs were massive kegs above the knees, and broad dumstick-shaped calves to his size-fourteen feet. His hair on his head was a beautiful wavy set of medium-brown hair, his face was a strong rugged face that belonged in a Western movie, his eyes were a steel-gray color, as he turned his head to look at me morosely. "Lonely? Kind of, but I wasn't supposed to be."

"This resort caters to couples and other groups of bonded people," I sortied into my reason to talk to him. "Has there been some trouble in paradise for you?"

Jason looked at me. "Trouble? Yeah, the worst sort, though you won't have any problem with me. I'm not violent, I'm just feeling pissed off."

"So tell me about it," I pressed.

He sighed, a heavy sound that made his huge chest rise and fall like a huge bull's dying gasp. "I need to talk to someone about it, maybe you have an answer as to what I should do."

I leaned over so he wouldn't have to shout to be heard over the surf which was picking up. "I'm listening." I said.

That gorgeous red-haired beauty over there is Bethany, and she and I used to be a couple, just her and me, for over two years. The blond-haired stud with her, that's George, he and I were the best of buds since high school, and to be honest, he and I had a bit of a fling back then, why not, after all, he and I were best buds and who cares, right? He moved back into my town some five months ago and I offered him a place to crash with us.

After three months of that, Bethany and George came to me and suggested we develop a threesome, a throuple, that is, we share a bed and share each other, the three of us, any way we wanted to, Me and Bethany, Me and George, or Bethany and George, you know, a real throuple. It sounded to me like a triple-match made in Heaven and for a while it was."

Jason stirred uncomfortably at those memories. "But you can see how it is now. My throuple has turned slowly into a couple. No more Me and Bethany or Me and George, it's just George and Bethany and I'm expected to sleep on the sofa in the room we have now while they make noisy love in the bedroom at night. I'm the third wheel in my own relationship, it totally sucks and I'm totally not okay with it."

He picked up his pina colada and sucked heavily at its straw. I motioned to the waiter to bring him another. "That's really bad," I said. "We could get you another room for the remainder of your stay if that'll help you over this time. It won't cost you that much."

"I'd appreciate that," Jason said. "I'd better go pack, I'd rather be gone by the time they get done with their beach blanket bingo game." I glanced at the couple and saw that bingo was not the name of the pairing they were involved in. We had to dance a careful line between allowing consenting adults their liberties and avoiding public nudity, but I wasn't the beach patrol so I didn't say or do anything.

"I'll go tell my parents to get a room for you and bring you a key," I replied.

We always had a few empty rooms and using them like this was part of our customer service, and our fees for such rooms therefore were nominal, relatively speaking. I took the key and an invoice over to Jason's original room and found him nearly done packing. He still wore only the swim trunks and sandals the resort supplied to allow people to walk on the hot beach and not burn their feet. "Shall I call an attendant to help you move, Mr. Morrison?" I inquired.

"No need, I didn't pack that much," Jason said and he showed me the two suitcases he had brought.

"Your room is not that far, sir, if you will follow me," I said.

I walked the short distance and felt his eyes rubbing my buttocks as I did that. It's surprising how you can feel when a man is lusting after you strongly, intently, almost animalistic, like he might tackle you at any moment. I didn't react to this, after all, this was a couple's resort, such things just didn't happen in this place.

I unlocked the door and ushered him inside. We prided ourselves in keeping all the rooms "move in ready" and this was no exception. The room was for a couple so had a double-wide bed, but otherwise was like a large single-occupancy motel room on the mainland.

Jason looked at the bed and sighed, "Just like the bed in my last room, only it wasn't so empty," he mourned.

"Give it time, sir, it will get better," I commiserated and left him to unpack.

That night there was a brief incident in our lounge area. It's an outdoor bar, so I was able to observe from a distance.

Jason had been at the bar and two attractive women had come in and sat at a table. Jason had sent a drink to one of them as a prelude to inviting himself over to associate with them. This wouldn't have caused a bobble in any other locale, but our resort prided itself on a couples-only retreat, our two ladies were in a committed lesbian relationship and were not supposed to be assailed by a lecherous man on the prowl at all. Jason found his rather simple approach to be anathema to the entire assembly and my father was busily helping the bartender in calming them down. I took my part by ushering Jason away as discretely as possible.

"What did I do wrong?" Jason asked plaintively as we got away from the noise and back to his room.

I got him inside his room before I answered. "Only everything," I said, more exasperated than I should have been. "We're a couple's resort, not a singles' retreat, you should have waited until your vacation was over to start mingling again. You'll have to stay away from our guests until the end of your stay."

"Until then, what do I do?" Jason demanded. "Whack my meat until then?"

I could tell he was rather inebriated. "You need to exercise some control over yourself, sir."

Jason was pulling at his shorts fly, the warm weather had everyone wearing soft clothing of shorts and short-sleeved shirts day and night. He pulled out his cock and jerked it erect and said, "You see this, kid? I'm used to having it milked out every night and sometimes in the day, too. Who's going to help me with it until we leave on the plane in another week?"

I stared at that beautiful cock and that handsome man and I found I couldn't speak. "Well, sir, uh....well, uh....well...."

I guess he read me a little too well. "I guess you have a few ideas what I can do with this. Or rather, what you can do with it. Well, then, I guess if I can't fuck the women at this resort, I'll have to settle for you, won't I?"

He began to strip off his clothes as I stood dumbfounded. Sneakers, socks, shirt, and he was at his waistband to take off his shorts when he saw me just standing there. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get naked and get on the bed already!"

He pushed down his pants and I saw the cock again, and I began to pull my own clothing off, my shoes (no socks), my t-shirt with the resort logo and the shorts and my briefs, and I was naked as I saw him climbing into the bed, and I was treated to a look at his hairy buttocks until he rolled over onto his back and his cock flapped back and forth until it stopped, now the highest point of his body.

"Now, kid, get over here and suck on it for me, for starters, I've been staring at your cute little buttocks ever since I got here. Now that Bethany and George have shut me out, I'm figuring on spending the next week plugging that little hole your buttocks have between them for the rest of my stay here, how does that sound to you?"

I didn't answer, because by that time, I was on the bed and stuffing his cock into my mouth and was too polite to answer with my mouth full.

"Hnnnnnhhh, guhhhhhh, hnnnn-huhhhh!" he grunted as I sank as far down as I could go on the first try (he boasted an eight-inch dong) and then rose back up with a slow slide, clinging with my lips tightly all the way. "Ahhhhhh, yeahhhhh, that's nice, but can you do it a lot faster and maybe a little deeper?"

How arrogant he was, how he expected me to worship his cock and his body and savor the experience! Why, I had half a mind to spit out his cock and walk out the door. Yeah, I did.

Of course, I had only half a mind thinking that, the other half was grooving on that big, fat, gorgeous dong and that rocking hot bod of his. Let's face it, sometimes you have got to give in to your baser instincts and feel ashamed of yourself some other time.

I did slide down deeper with my subsequent dips on his dong and my moves did increase in speed as I lubed up his pecker until it was a gleaming tube of manhood that was easy to pump up and down on. By this time, you can guess I was not a novice in cocksucking or otherwise pleasing a man, few workers at resorts like this are even with a limited clientele like ours, Jason's "throuple" wasn't the first relationship to sour on their vacation. And it was up to me to console the leftover men by a little relaxation sex to round out their leftover days.

So I had Jason's organ humming happily and Jason himself moaning mightily in a moment or so and he groaned, "Oh, God, I can't believe I was so stupid as to stick so long with those two, those cheating scoundrels, all the time I was shelling out for half of the rent and bills, and they were scheming all the time how to shut me out of the damned place! Well, when I get back to the States, I am going to give them their marching orders, my name is the only one on the fucking lease and they are going to find that out the hard way...."

I interrupted his monologue of revenge with, "Are you going to keep complaining, or do you want to fuck me now?"

"Huh? Oh, hell to the fuck yeah, I do!" Jason said and got up on his knees. I got up on the bed where he could mount me and he climbed on top of me, his cock shining in the lights of the room with a thick coat of my saliva on it (I had been preparing him for this moment) and he got between my legs, I locked them onto his thighs with my heels in the backs of his knees, and he leaned down (I put my arms around his rib cage and gripped his back with my fingers) and he pushed his thick prod at my asshole. I think he expected a goodly amount of trouble pushing it into me, but he instead found the way willing and opening to him as he drove it into me.

"Damn, kid, how many men have fucked you before I got to you?" he marveled as he sank his rod deeply into me. "I've had pussies that resisted me more than this butt of yours?"

I smiled at him. "Do you really want an honest answer to that?"

"No, as long as you're tight enough to take me to paradise, I'm happy," Jason sighed, "and you are as tight as a virgin on her first date with the football quarterback. Ummmm, such a sweet, warm ass! I am in heaven, man, such a warm ass!"

"It gets warmer if you fuck it," I reminded him.

"Damned straight," Jason said and began to thrust back and forth in and out of me. The bed was top of the line and the bedsprings were new, they didn't squeak or squeal as he bucked and pumped and pounded and pummeled me, but I will tell you that Jason really knew the right way to fuck a willing boy's ass. He was a master of the fuck, and I don't see why Bethany would ever kick this happy tool out of her bed for any man, especially if he was paying half the rent while she had an extra piece of man pumping her pussy at the same time. Them women is peculiar, as someone or other said, I forget who.

I was happily grunting and groaning and gasping and moaning, not having to fake it at all (I had had to do that with some men, no surprise why their women had dumped them) and I clung to Jason and even sank my fingernails into his back when he got extra frisky just to remind him that when you're a tiger, you have to expect a few clawmarks when you make love. Jason was a heck of a good lover, so I shouldn't have been surprised when he decided to shift our positions.

First he raised up on his knees and lifted up one of my legs and pulled my entire lower body upwards along with him so that he could keep fucking me like that, it was almost a topsy turvy situation for me, as Jason was so much taller than me, but I didn't complain because he could fuck me even faster that way. His hips were freely swinging and banging away at my buttocks and I felt them and heard them slapping my buttocks as he humped at me, slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!

It was so fucking good that I almost hated to have him shift us again. He pulled me back into the missionary position, then held me to his body and pivoted around so that he could end up sitting up on the bedside with me sitting in his lap facing him, and he thrust up at me, but not very well, so I took over, began to bounce up and down on his lap and he loved that feeling, soon laying back and letting me ride him while he lay like that, his feet on the floor and his body from his knees to his head on the bed, with his arms out on either side, hands upwards by his head at either side as if he were a robbery victim in an old Western. His face was softened by his passion, all his answer and derision and superiority gone, he was just a man and he had his passion controlling him and that made him human and vulnerable and not the least bit superior to me, for I was the master of his pleasure and he owed all his joy to me in that moment.

It didn't last, soon he threw me off and after a time, he had me on my hands and knees on the bed and he was on his knees behind me, fucking me doggy-style and that seemed to be the way he hammer-fucked the best, for he was driving at me frantically and I knew then that he was out to climax this way. It wasn't my ideal way to come, but I was pretty worked up and I closed my eyes and gave myself to my ecstasy and let it waft me toward the ocean of orgasm which it did willingly.

"Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh!" Jason panted frantically.

"Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah!" I heaved along with him in equal passion.

"HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH!"

"HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!"

Jason hit his climax with a roar. "HUH-HUH-UH-UH-UH, UH-UH-HUH-HUHHHHH-RURRRRRRR-HURRRRRRRRUHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH!"

I oscillated my orgasm on the last of that long series of rumbles, "HAH-HAH-HAH-AH-AH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I shook with my climax, spurting my young seed against Jason's stomach, and shivered and fumbled in his grasp and I sank my nails in enough to draw blood in three places (I saw the marks later) and Jason just hissed at the end of his roar, those final H's you saw above.

Done, Jason flung himself off of me and fell to one side well clear of me and I was left lying on the bed and he was on his own back heaving heavily as he fought for his breath and I wondered how to wrap this up neatly, if such a thing were ever truly possible.

Jason said, "That was incredible, kid, really incredible. I won't insult you by offering to pay you for that, but you can count on a nice tip at the end of this vacation added to my bill. I hope you'll take it in the spirit intended, and also, I hope you'll come back again tomorrow night."

I took the hint and got off the bed, "I certainly will, if you please, sir, about this same time?"

"Maybe a bit earlier. I don't see any reason I should hang around that bar as the odd wheel, so I'll sit here and watch some old movies or such. When can you make it."

"Around nine o'clock," I said.

"That'll be perfect. See you then...Peyton." First time he had used my name, I hadn't known he knew it.

"Thank you, Jason." First time I had used his, instead of "sir."

I dressed and felt sanguine as I walked back to the main house. Inside, my father said, "I saw you escort Mr. Morrison out of the bar area. How did he take his expulsion from the bar? He is banned for the rest of his vacation."

"He won't be any more trouble, Father," I assured him. "I will take a personal hand in keeping him out of future mischief in the evenings for the rest of his stay."

Father looked at me and I think he knew how I did it, but he never asked, "Very good, Peyton. You'd better turn in yourself, now, tomorrow is another day. I'll handle any late-night calls."

"Thank you, Father. Good night." I went off to my own room. It's not an ordinary life that I lead. But it has its compensations.