Slutty Judge: Old, But New

Rick reached out to me out of the blue on social media, just to see what I was up to.

"Mr. Big Time out there in Virginia Beach. I hear of you out here in these circles holding things down like you said you would," he messaged to me.

Rick and I went all the way back to freshmen year in college, when he was lounging off his parents' dime, and I was scrounging to feed mine. We were two Italians, but from different sides of the financial spectrum with his parents heavy into investing, and my mother holding multiple jobs to feed her boisterous children. Rick and I still connected despite our differences, as once I learned he was a baseball fan, it was almost as if we became brothers. I learned early on he didn't take education serious, but he'd see me dominating my coursework, and used me as his model of success to where he eventually became a powerhouse corporate lawyer.

"I should've went the route you did, brother," he added to his message.

I corrected and reminded him that we all took different paths, to get to our levels of comfort.

"Well, you also got married, and had a family," he said. "How's Sandra anyway?"

I explained that we were no more, and that my kids moved elsewhere to leave me in a loner status.

"Well, me and Brad are coming out there in three weeks," he messaged.

Brad, too, was in our freshman class, and of course eventually practiced law, like the two of us. He would however take it up a notch as he went into politics, and eventually represented his home state of West Virginia at a Republican senate seat.

"How's Brad, Rick," I asked.

"50 lbs. heavier, divorced five times, and has 25 grandchildren," Rick replied.

I laughed and shook my head as the former lacrosse star's habits showed in his children with 25 grands. Rick himself had four, but one son, and was still married to Dara, his college sweetheart who at one time had a crush on me.

"The three amigos linking again," he mentioned. "Be like old times when we used to drive to Williamsburg to hit on the law chicks at William and Mary, or out to Virginia Beach."

"Well, none of us should be driving anything of the like now," I rebuttal before he texted LOL.

Three Mondays from the day he and I chatted, I was meeting the two of them at Aberdeen Barn, a known prime rib joint in Virginia Beach. I parked my vehicle to the left side of the building, but didn't realize they were parked beside me as they would surprise me from behind. The both of them looked incredibly handsome as age caught up to us, with Brad, a short, stocky brown haired fella having a bald head, and well manicured beard, and Rick, the tallest of the three of us, also gaining a few pounds as his muscles seemed to be replaced by fat.

"Oh brother, its good to see you," Brad said while we were all smiles heading inside.

I couldn't hide my joy seeing the guys I went through the trenches with, and we ordered our food, yet barely touched our prime rib for we couldn't stop chatting. We ended up taking our food in to-go boxes, and heading down to my place in Portsmouth. Rick was driving Brad around, and followed me to park in my driveway, before we walked down to the ferry landing to cross the river into Norfolk.

We ended up at a cigar and whiskey bar on Granby Street, a swanky, dignified spot that held us properly. We were seated after I selected Montecristos for the three of us, and a round of the place's best whiskey as I planned for us to truly get caught up.

"Soooo, one of the reasons Sandra and I are no longer a thing, is because she no longer wanted to have sex with me," I told them.

"And lemme guess..... you started experimenting, and now you suck a cock every now and again," Rick asked.

I would respond with a look while he sipped his drink and looked away. He didn't expect me to confirm what he stated, but I kept my eyes glued to him, waiting for him to return the stare.

"So you do," he asked as his eyes grew big from surprise. "So both you bastards suck cock?"

"Hey man, don't knock it til you try it," Brad countered as he and I toasted and laughed.

I wasn't the least bit surprised of Brad since he divorced five different women. I'd talked to guys like him, with his situation that couldn't be pleased by a woman.

"This man has no shame in saying he'll bend over and suck a cock," Rick added as he took a puff of his cigar.

"There is no shame. We're all human, and while you speak on sucking cock, imagine the guys who actually receive it," I answered.

Rick looked away as if he was disgusted, while Brad and I seemed to connect better. Rick couldn't figure out how two men could be into other men, but we both tried to explain it wasn't something that happened overnight.

"So I've been friends with fags," he asked.

I stopped short of burning my cigar on his right hand, and asked that he refrain from that word.

"Its offensive, and not called for," I corrected.

Brad changed the subject to speak on baseball, then converted the talk by discussing family.

"I got grand number 26 on the way," he said.

Rick and I looked at him, then each other before we started laughing.

"What can I say," Brad asked. "My kids are a chip off the old block."

"How? They're all bisexual, too," I asked.

"Absolutely not," Brad laughed. "They just like to fuck."

At this time we were laughing strictly from the way the liquor did us. The night was getting better as us older "legal eagles" were riding down Memory Lane, and enjoying each other's company. We closed the place down and walked the streets back to the ferry landing, only to miss the last ferry, and get caught in the rain.

"This reminds me of the time Dara and I went to homecoming," Rick said to us.

He was recalling the time he and Dara met, and would live happily ever after.

"That night became her first," he said, as he was drunken while driving down the trail of evocation.

We ended up in a taxi which took us over the river, and directly to my driveway. We forgot about their hotel reservations they made as we agreed for them to crash at my place, with me assigning them both their own rooms.

I first gave them tours of the house, from the large living room, to the upper deck patio facing the river. I reminded them of my mini bar, and the kitchen with all the goodies they could eat if they needed late night indulging. I made it to my room, and shut my door before turning on some Grover Washington to help me strip out of my wet clothes. I ran a hot shower, and put on my robe as I turned the lights low, and allowed the music to continue to play. "Mister Magic" was queued when I heard a knock at the door.

"Can I come in," Brad asked.

"No, go away," I yelled.

I got up, and was a little agitated I was being interrupted through one of my favorite songs. I opened the door to find a shirtless Brad, who was husky, and hairy, staring at me with a smile on his face.

"Can I come in," he asked.

He stepped forward and I pressed against his left pectoral.

"Let me in," he said.

"For what," I asked, before we both chuckled.

"You know what," he said before he kissed me.

He walked forward, and dropped his silk pajama pants before he bent over at the foot's edge of my bed. His face was down, and big, hairy ass was in the air while his feet were still planted on my floor. I turned up the music, thinking Rick didn't need to hear what was happen as I went to my drawer with all my toys. Brad never explained if he topped or bottomed, but had my cock hard, and ready to ram into his hole. I grabbed the lotion from nearby, then coaxed the middle of my right hand. I rubbed his inner cheeks, then the face of his rosebud with the cream as my cock throbbed. I felt like "being the pitcher for once" as I felt his cunt quiver, and my cock would rest against his ass.

"So you want big daddy to fuck you," I asked as he whimpered.

I rubbed my cock against his ass cheeks, then the edge of his hole as I was ready to penetrate. This would be the first time I fucked a guy when I heard footsteps. It was Rick, as he entered the room, and was butt naked.

"You two having fun without me," he asked.

He came over to me as we kissed, and rubbed on my cock before he, too, bent over the edge. Rick was naturally smooth from top to bottom, with his facial hair being the only evidence of follicles on his frame. I would lubricate him the same as Brad, and even give the same fondle, for these two masculine men showed they submitted to cock.

I was more surprised at Rick as he claimed to be anti-gay, yet here he was, spreading his ass cheeks wide to expose that taut snout. I was overly excited, but couldn't keep a hard on.

"The old judge can't keep it up, probably," I heard Brad say.

He was right, but it didn't deter me with their fat asses staring at me. I pulled out my favorite butt plug, and my silver bullet as the pair both had new batteries. I hit the power button for each to see they were ready to be used, and saw Brad's pink hole twitching with excitement from the sound of the light buzz.

"Yeah, I'll fill that ass in a minute," I told him as I gazed at the two.

Brad was to my left, and Rick to the right as these two were forfeiting their pussies for pleasure. I put a finger between Brad's darker pigmented cheeks to rest on his eager hole, pushing inside after a few seconds to feel it pull. I tugged on that prostate as he began breathing deeply, then wincing as I wiggled my finger inside. I tried to do the same to Rick, but Rick's hole was much tighter, and required more lotion on it for me to play with.

"I've only done this with a dildo," he said as he was nervous.

I next lubricated both toys, with Brad getting the bullet first as I pushed it inside. He cursed me as his little hole expanded, and squelched even as I advanced it fully. That ass of his swallowed the projectile as he moaned, and puckered more as the toy was beating at his walls. I was able to roll it back and forth as his hole tried to "spit it out," then I pushed the butt plug into Rick, and moved it around in a circular motion to make him jerk. I loved seeing his dark cunt bend forward, then push outward as he was trying to adjust to it. I pushed and pulled at both toys, and heard these two men crying out like women as I invaded their guts.

"Big time lawyers, taking cock. Imagine that," I said to them.

I was enamored "fucking" these two men, my old college buddies who never gave indication of enjoying something like this. Their holes constantly burped, and I'd see what looked like saliva coming from their asses each time I poked in a certain way. I went slow, fast, then in between before they both cried out they had enough. I tossed the toys to the side, then their salads as one minute I would rim one, and jerk the other's cock from behind, and switched, as I was drunken with giving pleasure.

"Neither of y'all had it like this," I said while my tongue was in Rick's ass. "Let's see who's gonna cum first."

Rick began trying to ride my tongue while Brad's big cock was being stroked. Brad buried his head into the mattress and screamed, and I purposely moved my head in time to take Brad's nut in my mouth. I swallowed every drop, then expanded the same to Rick, only for Rick to finish in less than 30 minutes across my face.

The next morning, my two buddies sobered up, and we all jumped in the shower to grab some breakfast. We rode in my car, and chatted as if the night before was nothing, and we were reconnecting. The night before was more than real, and hours later they would receive more of the same treatment, except this time I would end up with my legs in the air.

Stay tuned.