Apathy and Promiscuity

Lately, I've come to a place in life where nothing feels as good as it once did. I get almost no joy from the things that I once loved. Even my favorite foods seem somewhat bland.

Perhaps its due to my recent breakup with Jorge, one of the finest human beings on the planet. I'm not sure. But what scares me is that I really don't feel that bad about it. I don't feel anything about it.

Or maybe the breakup is just another symptom of this pervasive feeling of apathy that seems to have become a way of life for me lately.

When I first met Jorge, he was my raison d'etre. We had a really good thing going between us. Although we didn't actually live together, we did spend a great deal of time together and he was more a part of my life than anyone I've ever known. Even now we remain very good friends and still occasionally engage in sex, because, well, he's fucking hot.

This feeling of ennui that I'm experiencing may just be a mild depression. I feel utterly desensitized. Everything seems to bore the hell out of me and absolutely nothing shocks me anymore.

While I was still moping about, considering what I should do to try and shake off this creeping malaise, I received a phone call from my old boss and mentor, Andrew.

He invited me to his upcoming wedding. And of course I said yes, without any hesitation or reservation. Andrew is one of the few very people in the world that I can say is a true friend. And although I never really aspired to be like him, except the rich part, he was certainly a great role model.

We share a lot of the same mental attitudes. Work ethic being the primary bond between us.

Andrew had been my boss and the comptroller of the company when I first came to work for him. He actually served multiple functions within the company because he's a very smart guy without being an intellectual snob about it.

The first time I met him was in the restroom at work. He walked up to urinal next to the one I was using and casually took a piss. Now there were seven other urinals to choose from and we were the only two people in there.

Suddenly he rips this huge fart. You know, the kind that shake the floor beneath your feet. Anyway, it was my first day, so I had no idea who he was, since he'd been on vacation during my hiring process.

"Fuck, how long have you been saving that one up?" I laughed.

"Since the staff meeting." He confided, chuckling. "I let a few silent ones go during the meeting, but they weren't particularly toxic."

Still laughing a bit, I went to the sink to wash my hands and Andrew was right on my heels. Immediately I got sense that he was going to try something. Its happened before.

"You must be Craig". He said, smiling at me in the mirror while washing his hands.

"Yeah, I just started today." I smiled back.

After drying our hands, we shook and again Andrew twisted up his face and let another one rip. Again, it was loud as hell and I busted out laughing.

"Dude, you should have that checked out. I think you may have blown a gasket on that one." I smiled.

"Yeah, fucking breakfast burritos. I've gotta start eating better." He said, looking me up and down. "Anyway, I'm Andrew Wyndham. Your new boss."

My jaw dropped.

Seeing the expression on my face Andrew just chuckled, ushered me out of the bathroom and into his office.

We had an instant rapport. We just seemed to click. And before I knew it, I was managing my department while he moved up to Chief Financial Officer. My department still fell under his aegis, so I continued to be directly under him.

He really took me under his wing, explaining everything that he did and why he did it that way. I listened and learned, absorbing almost everything. Andrew seemed to enjoy having me as his protege almost as much as I enjoyed him being my mentor.

Every time we interacted with each other he made a point of putting his arm around my shoulder and dragging me into his office or where ever he happened to going at the time.

In all honesty, I had a bit of crush on Andrew. Just watching him run a meeting or simply dealing with another employee gave me such a hardon. But I kept those thoughts to myself for obvious reasons.

For the first eighteen months that I worked there, the only image I masturbated to was the one of Andrew that I kept in my mind. Sure he was at least a decade and a half older than me, but he was still hot.

At about six foot two, he was extremely fit. Devastatingly handsome and always very sure of himself. You could see his confidence in the way he moved. In a suit, his body is utterly enthralling, but on the few occasions that I'd seen him jeans and a t-shirt, I marvel at his magnificence. The man was truly a god.

Eventually, when I left the company, it was Andrew who brokered the deal for me and my co-author to sell of our software product to the highest bidder. And that deal put us both on easy street.

Andrew was a ruthless negotiator and took nothing for himself but a thanks for his efforts. It was the art of the deal that fed his ego. Besides he was already richer than me and my co-author, several times over.

When the deal was done he patted me on the back and said, "You don't ever have to work again for the rest of your life." And he was certainly right about that.

I genuinely loved Andrew. And I'm sure the feeling was mutual.

When I moved from the Midwest out to the west coast, he came out several times to help me flesh out the plans for my new house. That was about five years ago.

So when I got the call about his upcoming nuptials I was a bit surprised, but certainly glad to hear from him. We chatted about this and that for a while, then he told me about his new fiancee.

"Well, what did you do with the last one?" I chuckled into the phone.

"Well, you know, sometimes, these things just run their course. She got a pretty good settlement." He laughed. "Now down to brass tacks, how soon can I expect you? You'll stay at the house of course."

"Well how soon, is soon?" I inquired.

"ASAP!"

"I can be on a plane tomorrow." I assured him. "Is that soon enough?"

"Outstanding!" He boomed, in classic fashion. "I'll send a car to meet you."

Andrew's house is magnificent. A huge sprawling affair, superbly appointed. I was thrilled every time he invited me over, which was fairly frequently when I worked for him.

On the flight from LAX to Cleveland, I noticed a good looking young man sitting across the aisle from me. Every time he caught my eye he'd give me a slight smile.

I could feel a little bit of the old me coming back to life. For the first time in months I felt something more than apathy and indifference. And that something was a powerful erection. Pretty soon the young man got up and walked toward the bathroom.

A few seconds later I followed him. He wasn't in there very long. Standing very close to the door, I waited until I heard him open the latch and stepped closer. When he opened the door I was standing right there, looking at him.

He looked rather startled to see me standing there, as well he should. We locked eyes for a moment and then I stepped forward pushing him back into the small lavatory. I quickly locked the door behind me and stood almost nose to nose with him. I was completely still and just stared at him. Finally a little smile crossed his face and he reached up and put his hand on my chest.

It was cramped as hell in that tiny space. There was barely enough room to move. But we were able to kiss while opening each other's trousers. Soon we both had our pants down to our ankles and were fondling each other's cocks. I squeezed his hairy little ass with both hands and he immediately knew what I wanted, so he struggled to turn around.

He used his spit to lube his hole and I used my spit to lube my cock. Then I took aim at his hole. He pushed himself back and I pushed forward. Even with spit it was still a very dry fuck.

Eventually I was able to force my cock inside him. He moaned very quietly as I slid myself up into him. Soon he was rocking back and forth on my cock. And while I fucked him from behind I was able stroked his meat, apparently to his great delight.

The heat of his body and the closeness of our proximity had me pouring sweat. I was fully inside him and my cock was throbbing wildly as it sliced through his body. He took over jerking himself and suddenly he shuddered. I knew he was shooting his load when I felt his hole constrict tightly around my rampaging member.

That set me off. I felt my own body start tighten and my pace quickened. I drove into him as fast as I could. I was straining for release and then it happened. I exploded with a massive rush of fluid up his backside. Torrents of cum flew from my cock as I convulsed and drove myself deeper into him.

When I was done, incredibly I was still hard. But of course I knew I had to pull out. As I went to slide out he grabbed my butt cheek and held me still while he ground his backside into my crotch and sighed a little.

Finally we both cleaned up and straightened our clothes. We never said a word to each other. Just smiles and a few pecking kisses. I went out first and took my seat once again. A minutes later he returned to his seat. He flashed me a great big grin and I gave him a wink, then nodded off to sleep.

Not the best fuck I've ever had, but it certainly was satisfying. Like a cold beer on a really hot day. Usually I feel some twinge of guilt about having anonymous sex with a stranger, but this time I felt nothing but satisfaction. I was glad that he didn't speak.

When I got off the plane Andrew's driver was there waiting with a sign that had my last name on it. I felt a little like a rock star. Before I knew it I was in the back of a limousine and slowly moving out away from the airport.

I hadn't been back to Cleveland since I left, but not much about the city appeared to have changed in the intervening years.

When we pulled up to the house, I was not at all prepared for the young man who opened the door at Andrew's house.

"You must be Craig." He said smiling, dripping wet, wiping his hands on the towel around his waist.

"Yes, I am." I said, removing my sunglasses.

The young man was quite striking. His big brown eyes were so clear and accepting. His whole face lit up with a bright smile. He seemed genuinely glad to see me. And even thought I had no idea who he was, I was very pleased to see him.

Every single muscle on his beautiful body stood out, glistening with moisture in the early morning sun. His short, dark locks still saturated and dripping.

"Sorry, I was just taking a quick dip", he said shaking my hand and forcefully pulling me inside.

"Hi, I'm Jason. First of all, let me apologize, I was suppose to meet you at the airport, but I'm really bad with early morning appointments." He confessed, grabbing my bags. "You won't tell dad, will you?"

"Of course." I stammered, barely able to contain my drool. "I mean no, I won't say a word."

"Cool", he flashed that great big smile again. "So, let's get you settled in. Follow me."

Suddenly I realized that this must be Andrew's son. I'd met him only briefly, a long time ago. Boy, he sure had grown up.

I couldn't help noticing how nice and round his ass was as I followed him up the stairs. But I had to check myself, because this was my friend's son and I should know better. But he was so damn cute.

It must've been six or seven years ago that I'd met him at a dinner party his dad was giving. He was just a scrawny, surly little teenager back then, who'd stormed out after a brief confrontation with Andrew at the dinner table. He was a full grown man, as tall as me now.

"Dad wanted you to be in this room", he waved his hand into a nice suite like room, "but I thought you might you might be more comfortable down the hall closer to another human being. Come on, let me show you."

Clearly the other human being that he was referring to was himself, because the room was almost directly across the hall from his own.

"I kinda thought it would cooler if you were right across from me." Jason smiled at me as sparkling trickles of water raced down his well muscled torso. I noticed that the nipples on his broad and well developed pecs were fully erect. My dick was fully erect as well. Luckily I had my garment bag in front of me to conceal my excitement.

"Yeah, this is great." I said, still a little stupefied. "It looks very comfortable."

"Excellent!" He beamed. "Alright then, make yourself at home. Just let me know if you need anything okay?"

"Thanks Jason, I will." I smiled.

As he walked away I couldn't keep my eyes off his powerful looking legs. Fuck, this guy was sweet looking. I was semi-hypnotized watching his back muscles move and flex as he walked away from me.

"Oh listen, I gotta take a quick shower", he said as he reached the door, "So go on and get yourself settled in."

"Huh, oh yeah, right." I nodded, quickly averting my eyes.

I unpacked, then checked my messages at home on my cellular. Nothing important, except for a call from Jorge. I had left in such a hurry that I'd forgotten to let him know that I would be out of town for a few days.

Jorge and I had been a couple for a quite a while and even though we'd just recently split we still kind of looked out for each other.

Somehow with women, I usually just find myself trapped into a relationship that always ended badly. For some reason women find me irresistible. I find that they generally have only two modes. If I show the slightest bit of kindness to them, they fall head over heels in love with me. Or if I ignore them, they find me cold and aloof and behave hostilely towards me. It simply too much trouble.

Its never occurred to me to tell them that I'm gay. Because even though I prefer male sex partners, I still don't mind an occasional romp in the hay with right girl. As long as it remains uncomplicated. It never does though.

Jorge was different than any other person that I've ever met though. He reached parts of my heart and soul that had previously been unexplored. He personified everything that love should be. In truth, I was a little afraid of how he made feel about him and myself. I was completely in love with him.

It doesn't help matters that he is probably the best looking man I've ever seen in my life. Long before I met him, he was a print model when he was in college. I practically had to twist his off to get him to let me frame a few of the better shots. I still have some of the photos up on my walls at home.

He didn't actually take my virginity, but it sure felt like it. And in a very real sense, he did. Before him I had rarely let other guys put their probing members inside my body. That includes sucking dick as well as being anally penetrated. Before Jorge I had only been fucked twice. But after him, there was no question, I had definitely lost my virginity.

His massive, uncut cock was so large that I really understood what it meant to be fucked by a real man. He had let me fuck him first and then he took me in a way that I'd never expected.

Sometimes when I masturbate, I still replay the words that he said to me on that first night.

"This is going to hurt like hell, but if you love me as much as I love you, you will soon be in heaven with pleasure."

He was wrong. I did love him, but his dick was far too big for me to enjoy it plowing up my bottom. He stretched me to impossible widths and went to incredible depths inside me with his enormous cock. I learned to endure it.

The first thing I remembered is the intense, searing pain. Jorge stroked and kissed my face while his cock was battering my body. It felt like an assault upon my very soul. I knew that his dick didn't belong inside my body, yet here it was. Filling me way beyond capacity.

With each thrust I felt like I was being stuffed and then back to normal when he withdrew. His cock was definitely hitting bottom on the in strokes and I felt it every time. Each inward stroke caused a slight pain deep inside me. I got used to it, but I still felt like my ass ring was going to snap like a rubber band.

His hands and gentle kisses took my mind away from the pain in my gut. So I just clenched my legs around his torso and allowed him to screw me. It was nice to let someone else do the work for a change. He took me for the ride of my life. He fucked me like his own life depended on it. His massive member seemed to dig deeper and deeper into me.

I could hardly catch my breath. Before I even got the message that he was close to orgasm, I was gripping his shoulders and panting like a dog. I didn't know what was happening until I shot a wad between us. I hadn't even known I was close to shooting, it just seemed to erupt without my conscience knowledge.

His body was flying into me like a jackhammer. I wanted this sensation to last forever. When he was done, he pulled out immediately and licked the sperm off my chest and belly. Then he soothed my bruised and battered hole with his fleshy tongue. I couldn't have stopped him if I wanted to, I was just too spent.

When he moved back up to my face, he just looked at me. I had to grab the back of his head and force him to kiss me. No matter what happened after that, I knew we would always remember that moment. He had performed spectacularly and we both knew it.

The thing that really surprised me is that after measuring both our hard cocks I found that his was only a few millimeters thicker than mine. The lengths were the same.

Thankfully, he allowed me to fuck him most of the time. Physically, his larger and stronger body could easily overpower me. But he always allow me to do whatever I pleased to him.

Jorge is a man like no other. He can be your best friend and confidant if you let him. But he can be a real bastard if you cross him. We are much the same that respect.

In the long run his Latino pride wouldn't let me go. And in a wholly real sense I don't want him to let go of me. Jorge was the best thing that ever happen to me. Gorgeous, generous and incredibly intelligent, but somewhat controlling.

Guilt was his game. He was all too aware of my loyal nature and sometimes took advantage of that. A hot man with a great body and a great rap can get his significant other to do just about anything. The addiction to his love is like heroin.

Later, I figured out that I am that guy too. The guy with the hot body and good looks. And perhaps a little controlling in my own right.

I was beginning to losing my perspective being in this relationship and that had to stop.

Despite all that has happened, we still remain very close friends, so I had to return his call immediately lest he think something terrible has happened to me.

Jorge is really big on communication and contact. That was one of the reasons that we drifted apart. He worried too much. He had to know where I was at every given moment in a day and that really got on my nerves. It wasn't enough that we both worked at the same university.

So I called him back immediately.

"Hello Jorge?"

"How are you Craig?" He answered.

Jorge is a full professor with two PhD's and is head of his department at a very reputable university in California. In fact that's where I met him. At the time I was only an instructor who taught a programming class there.

"Glad I caught you. Listen, I had to fly back to Cleveland for the wedding of a friend." I told him.

"Oh, I see. Well, how long will you be there?"

"I'm not sure. No more than a few days I think." I said.

"Alright, well would you like me to pick up you mail while you're away?" He asked.

"Sure, that would be great. Thanks."

"No problem. Have a good time." Jorge said.

Even though we were broken up Jorge was still my best friend. He certainly still took care of me and I appreciated that. He still had a key to my house and was certainly welcome to come and go as he pleased. I liked it that way. I was sure that he did too.

Coming out of the guest room, I walked past Jason's door, just as he was coming out of his bathroom wrapped in a towel.

"Hey, Craig come in here for minute would you?"

He had Tool blaring on his stereo and I could just barely hear him. I couldn't believe he was listening to one of my favorite bands. Jason was certainly much younger than me but clearly we had the same taste in music.

"Sure, what's up?" I asked, coming in.

He didn't answer, he just turned the music down to a dull roar and walked over to his desk and pulled out a small pipe and a bag of weed.

"You smoke?"

"No. I mean, I did at one time, but I haven't for a very long time." I stammered.

"Well, maybe you should give it a second chance." He smiled.

Jason had been smiling at me from the moment he laid eyes on me and that made me a little uncomfortable. I knew that look. It was how I imagined that I must look like when I'm interested in someone.

With those large pale brown eyes and perfectly formed lips, I could certainly see that he was Andrew's son. The same perfectly sculpted cheek bones, same strong, square jaw line and perfectly straight nose.

His dark curly hair was a little longer than his dad's but neatly cut. This is surely what Andrew must've looked like as young man. And the sight of his strong young body, clad only in a towel was starting to get to me.

Jason really shouldn't be putting the moves on me. He is my friend's son for crying out loud!

Here's the thing though. His flirtation made me smile too. I found myself grinning back at him. All of a sudden I felt like he was my best friend. Exactly the same reaction that you feel with "Mr. Smiley Glad-hands" salesmen. So my defenses went up. I tried my hardest to remain indifferent to him.

He packed a bowl and offered it to me.

"Uh, where's you father?" I asked, a little flustered.

"Oh, don't worry about dad, he's got a ton of meetings today. That's why I was supposed to meet you at the airport." He said, putting the hookah in my hand and searched for a lighter. "I really am sorry about not making it this morning."

"Oh don't worry about it." I said.

He found a lighter he came back over to me and instead of handing it to me, he lit it and held my hands while flaming the bowl.

I took a deep toke and held it.

"That's the chronic." He informed me. "You'll be feeling it before you know it."

I really had no idea what he meant by "the chronic". I'm not really sure that I want to know either. I guess I'm just not as hip as I used to be.

Once again, I couldn't help staring at him as he took the pipe from me and smoked. His face looked so young to me but he behaved like we were peers.

Almost immediately after I breathed out the smoke I was feeling the effects. I couldn't take my eyes off the little trial of hair that ran down the center of his abs and disappeared into the towel wrapped around his waist. I was high now and I knew it.

"You know I read your book." He said matter-of-factly.

"Did you?" I asked.

There hadn't been a great response to my book, "Shadow Life", by anyone, readers or critics. In fact I'd thought it had gone completely unnoticed.

"Yeah, I found the homoerotic imagery very interesting." He said taking a long draw on the hookah.

"Homo- what now?" I asked blinking and shaking my head in disbelief.

"Well, I just felt that your protagonist, while extremely masculine, was a little obsessive in his observations of the other male characters." He said, eyeing my very closely, perhaps to gauge my reaction.

"Being observant don't necessarily indicate sexual orientation." I pointed out to him. "I find that it's the things that strike our fancy that we observe most intensely and are therefore able to describe in the most intricate detail, don't you? I mean, I could describe in minute detail what a Bengal tiger looks like, but that doesn't mean that I want to sleep with one."

I just stared at him for a long moment, wondering how best to proceed here. Also my head was spinning a bit.

He was still staring at me quietly, as if the last thing I'd said didn't satisfy him. I'd already nearly forgotten what the hell he was talking about. Something about my book being gay. Or was it the other way around? Did he think it was anti gay. Damn, I was so high.

So I quoted the stock platitude that I gave to almost everyone because it seemed that I couldn't remember precisely what he'd said.

"Well, as with virtually any type of art, the subject matter is highly subjective." I said with a practiced smile. "Its up to the reader to interpret the story as they will."

His face broke into a wide toothy grin. Then he laughed out loud and shook his head.

"Yeah", he said still grinning, "nicely done."

I wasn't sure if he was referring to the book or my evasive maneuvering. Either way, I just smiled back at him.

I watched his hand as he seemed to be adjusting his equipment through the towel which was now only loosely secured around his naked body.

"Well, in any case, it's a very cool story. I recommended it to all of my friends. They all agree that it's a great story as well."

"I'm glad you liked it." I smiled. "Hell, I'm astonished that anyone even read it."

Of course I had sent his father a signed copy. But since I hadn't gotten any feedback, I'd just assumed that he'd not gotten around to reading it. But clearly Jason had.

Jason was busy now loading another bowl and I couldn't keep my eyes off him. That thick, shiny, black hair, those beautiful eyes and now I suddenly realized that he had a tattoo on the inside of his upper left forearm, just below the bend of his elbow. It appeared to be the Roman numeral three. Just three rather ornate columns, side by side, but very precisely done. My imagination ran wild trying to figure out what it might mean.

I started to notice little things about him, like the fullness of his lips, the thickness of his eyebrows and the simple innocence of his facial expression when he seemed not to be thinking of anything at all.

I could feel my dick throbbing as my eyes roamed over his lean and but well muscled torso and down to his ribbed and slightly hairy little stomach. I wanted desperately to see where that little trail of hair went just below his towel.

When I drew in a sharp breath, he looked up at me and asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just a little high." I blurted, before I had a chance filter my response.

Jason laughed and said, "Just a little, eh?"

I laughed too.

"Well, here smoke this and you'll be a lot high."

There was that charming little smile again.

"No thanks." I said.

"So how much of 'Shadow Life' actually happened?" He asked.

"What?"

"Yeah, your book?" He said. "Even works of fiction have some elements of truth to them."

Suddenly his towel popped open and there it was, he semi erect penis standing out from his body and pointing downward at the floor. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was quite thick and pretty long. One could only imagine what it looked like at full mast.

When I looked up at him, his eyes were locked onto mine. Clearly he'd seen me staring at his dong. He put down the pipe and walked over to me.

I watched as hand went to stroke his member and the other hand went behind neck. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion. The next thing I know, Jason had his tongue inside my mouth. I was completely immobilized and still not quite sure that it was actually happening.

After all, I could have been hallucinating. But there was no real evidence to support that theory. It was really happening.

Then I felt his hand sliding along my fully erect cock which was snaking down my thigh inside my trousers. My head was spinning and I was terribly horny. I was only vaguely aware of the fact that neither us had closed our eyes and were staring into each other's eyes as his tongue played over mine.

I grabbed his upper arms and pulled him back away from my face.

"Dude? What are you doing?" I asked.

He never even blinked and before I knew it, Jason was crouched in front of me and had my dick out. With both hands palming and squeezing my butt cheeks, he took as much of my cock into his mouth as he could. His mouth was scorching hot and wet.

I just couldn't seem to react fast enough to prevent this from happening. There was Jason, squatting down in front of me with my hard cock wedged between his beautiful lips. I see could his ample member jutting straight out between his strong thighs.

Almost as if on cue, the doorbell rang. I pulled his head back and he stood up straight. His full lips were awash with saliva. And his eyes were still gleaming.

Quickly he found a pair of shorts and pulled on a t-shirt. I was still exposed and just watching him.

"Can you put that away?" He asked calmly.

Immediately I fixed myself up as Jason ran down to answer the door.

The front door was far enough away that I couldn't tell who was there. I got a little manic thinking that it might be Andrew. It didn't occur to me that Andrew wouldn't be ringing his own doorbell. I quietly sneaked back to the guest room.

"Craig?" Jason yelled up to me. "Can you come down here please?"

"Oh shit", I thought. I didn't want to see anyone while I was still so high. I put on my sunglasses and went downstairs.

I was relieved to see a beautiful young blond woman standing there with Jason.

"Craig, I have someone who would like to meet you." He said, enthusiastically waving me over.

"Hi!" She beamed.

"This is Nicole, she is your biggest fan." Jason said. "She just raves about your book."

"Mr. Brooks", she extended her hand, "Its an honor to meet you."

"Please call me Craig." I insisted, shaking her hand.

After a few minutes of conversation and having autographed her copy of "Shadow Life", I could see that Nicole and Jason were a couple.

She was a very bright and beautiful young woman. Nicole seemed exactly like the type of gorgeous young female that should be Jason's woman. They were so perfect together that it made me nauseous.

Later, when Andrew called to see if I'd gotten in alright I was sleeping. It was Jason who'd come up to my room and gave me the phone.

"Its dad." He said handing me the phone.

I was to meet Andrew at the tailor's shop in half an hour.

Jason and Nicole dropped me off there. Andrew greeted me with a mighty bear hug and a hardy hello.

"Damn, its good to see you kiddo!" He boomed.

"Good to see you too." I smiled.

He hadn't changed much since the last time I'd seen him a few years ago. Except for a few more gray hairs Andrew still looked the same. Studly as ever and still sexy as hell.

"Where's Jason?" He asked.

"Oh, he said that he and Nicole had some errands to run, so they dropped me off."

"Right." Andrew smirked.

While I was being fitted for the custom made tux Andrew had, had commissioned for me, he admired his own in the mirror. He was having the finishing touches done to his own while we caught up on each other's lives.

Then he honored me by asking me to be his best man.

"What can I say, I'm extremely flattered that you'd even consider me." I said. "But don't you think you should ask Jason?"

"Hmm, the kid's a slacker." Andrew grumbled. "I don't think he'd accept even if I did ask him."

As we talked, I found out that Andrew was very angry about the fact that Jason had dropped out of grad school and had no real plans about what he would do with the rest of his life.

"You should ask him anyway." I insisted. "If he says no, I'll be glad to do it. Just ask him first."

"Alright, here's the thing Craig. Jason resents almost every woman that I become involved with. He simply won't do it. That kid is stubborn as hell."

"In which case, you know you can count on me. But you'll ask him right?"

Clearly, I'd touched a sore point. And I could see Andrew's patience was wearing thin. Then he wheeled on the tailor who was attending to me and barked at him.

"You'll have this done by close of business tomorrow?" He sternly instructed more than asked.

"Yes, of course sir. He replied.

"Excellent."

Now that I think about, for as long as I've know Andrew, I don't really ever remember him talking much about Jason. Its difficult to comprehend the complexities of a father, son relationship, so I didn't even try.

Later, we went to Andrew's club to meet his fiancee for drinks. She was absolutely stunning as I might have expected. She looked about my age, more or less. Great body and very sweet. Andrew certainly knew how to pick them.

The next day, after rehearsing the actual ceremony there was the rehearsal dinner. Jason had shown up just as we'd finished rehearsing the ceremony and were on our way to dinner. He and Nicole were all smiles and apologies.

Before dinner I excused myself to the men's room to wash my hands. Andrew came with. Once again standing next to him at a urinal Andrew made clear to me his discontentment with Jason. He also explained a little more about the tension between himself and his son.

Jason's mother had died when he was very young, so I understood his resentment towards all of Andrew's choices in women. For the rest of his life, he'd probably never approve of any of them.

When we got back to table, I glanced at Jason. I suspected that he was probably high or a little drunk. Or both. Either way it was not my business.

"I can't believe you did that." He said to me in a hushed tone.

"What?" I asked him innocently and just as quietly.

"You know what!" He shot me a terrible look. "You asked him to make me his best man."

Jason was sitting to my right and Andrew on my left at the head of the table where he seemed like some sort of royal patriarch presiding over his court. He looked extremely happy. And I was very glad for him.

"Yes, I did." I whispered, more than a little irritated.

Leaning over close to me, Jason whispered, "Listen, it would be a shame if anyone were to make a mockery out of this wedding. And I know you love my father too much to let that happen. So I suggest that you get me out this. You never know what might happen otherwise." His hand was squeezing my thigh under the table.

"Done!" I agreed.

Then he sat up straight, chuckling just a little as he glanced at me. I shot him a humorless grin.

"What're you too conspiring about over there?" Andrew laughed.

"Oh, nothing." Jason said. "I was just telling Craig about all the women who were asking about him and pointing out who he had the best shot with. That's all."

"Don't be crude Jason." The future Mrs. Wyndham said.

For a second I thought Jason was going fling his steak knife at her forehead by the way he was sneering at her.

She and Andrew both just sort of glared at him.

"Of course." He said, rather curtly. He bowed his head mockingly and turned to speak with Nicole.

Two day later, after the actual ceremony, I rode with Jason and Nicole to the reception hall of Andrew's club. And after the requisite toast I proceed to get a little tipsy. I needed to relieve some of the anxiety that had been building in me since this whole affair had begun.

Soon I found myself mingling and having a pretty good time. I wound up dancing with some girl whose name I'd completely forgotten almost immediately after she'd said it. I found her extremely attractive so I turned on the charm a bit.

This is always how I get myself into trouble with women. Once I get a buzz going I seem to turn into some sort of Lothario, then I find that I can't get away from them later. It's the same thing with guys too, but I'm much more careful in those cases. If I don't get the appropriate reaction from a guy, its easy enough to turn it off.

As I slow danced with what's-her-name, I noticed a very attractive guy dancing with the bride. At first I could only glimpse his profile, and then a good look at him from behind. I danced my partner around at a pace that would afford me the perfect timing to get a full on look at this stud's face.

"Is that a banana in your pocket? Or are you just really enjoying this dance?" What's-her-name said into my ear.

I realized that I had a full erection that was pressed up against her as we danced.

Just then his face came into view and I recognized him immediately. It was the guy from the airplane. The one I'd met in the lavatory. He looked directly at me, winked and smiled. I almost had a stroke right there.

"Excuse me for a moment, won't you sweetie." I told my dance partner as I more or less fled to the men's room.

After taking a moment to calm myself down, I used the facilities and tried to figure out what the hell that guy was doing here. Then I came to the conclusion that I didn't really care, so I finished up and headed out, figuring I could avoid him, whoever he was.

No such luck. He was standing just outside the doors that led into reception hall.

"Howdy." He nodded a quick hello as I came abreast of him.

"Hi yourself." I responded.

He thrust his hand out to me and for a second I simply stared at it. Then I reached out and shook it.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, honestly perplexed.

Before he could answer, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"There you are." Andrew said. "Oh, I see you've Cameron."

"Uh, well..." I stammered.

"We were just getting acquainted." Cameron interrupted me. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"Craig, this Cameron, my wife's younger brother." Andrew formally introduced us. "Oh, it completely slipped my mind, but you two are practically neighbors."

I was confused. It must have clear from the expression on my face.

As it turns out, Cameron lives right in LA.

"So how's sport's medicine treating you Cam?" Andrew inquired.

"Oh not bad, not bad at all." He answered. "How the world of business treating you?"

"Demanding as ever. Listen, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to steal Craig away for a few minutes." Andrew apologized. "I'm sure you two can get better acquainted later."

"I'm sure." Cameron said. "Nice to meeting you Craig."

"Likewise." I intoned as Andrew ushered me away.

"Listen, we're about to sneak out of here and get going to the airport. I just wanted to say thanks for being here and I want you to stay at the house as long as you like."

Jason seemed to appeared out of nowhere in front of us.

"Good, I'm glad you're here." Andrew said to him, placing his hand on Jason's shoulder. "I was just telling Craig to stay at the house as long as he wanted. Hopefully some of him will rub off you."

"Yeah, hopefully." Jason smiled, playfully slugging me on the shoulder.

"Alright boys." Andrew smiled and wrapped an arm around each of our necks and hugged us close. "I'll be back in three weeks or so."

"Okay dad, have a good time." Jason said.

After Andrew's departure Jason stuck close to me.

"Hey, I'm sorry about all that best man business before." He said.

"Forget about it man, I already have." I told him.

Actually, I hadn't.

"I knew there was reason that I liked you." He smiled. "And speaking of liking you, I see one of your admirers closing in fast."

I looked around to see What's-her-name coming over to us.

"Oh shit." I said. "Are you ready to get out of here?"

"I'm way ahead of you." He laughed. "But its too late to just bolt, let me handle this."

"There you are." She said, caressing my shoulder seductively. "I've been looking all over for you."

"Yes and there you are." I smiled back at her.

"Oh hell, I almost forgot." Jason said, interrupting. "Dad wanted me to make sure that you took care of that little situation right away."

"Well, duty calls." I said smiling at her.

With that little bit of subterfuge done, Jason, Nicole and I were all headed out to the parking lot. But not before Karen, that was her name, had made sure that she'd written down her number and pressed it into my hand.

On the way out, Nicole insisted that she had to get out of those clothes.

"Alright, we'll drop you off at home but then I've got to stop by Stephan's." Jason told her.

When we got to Nicole's, he kissed her on the cheek.

"Come on by the house later if you want." Jason told her.

Then pulling up to what looked like a very nice and extremely expensive home, Jason didn't bother with the door bell, we just walked right in. Once inside Jason led the way through the house until we came upon a table of about half a dozen guys playing poker and drinking.

I recognized a few of them as ushers from the wedding. They still had on their tuxes.

"Hey, guys." Jason nodded. "This is Craig."

He pointed to each guy and said their names. Each acknowledged us appropriately in his turn.

Stephan was the last to be introduce and quite frankly the only name I remembered. I am really bad with names.

And to be perfectly honest, I found him beautiful. Besides that, he was the only one to shake my hand.

"So Jay? Should I deal you in?" He asked.

"No, but maybe you can convince Craig here to play." He said. "Actually I was looking Xavier. Anyone seen him?"

"He's up in my room." Stephan indicated by nodding towards the stairs.

"Alright, back a second." Jason said over his shoulder, as he bounded up the stairs. "You'll be alright here for a minute won't you Craig?"

"So how about it Craig?" Stephan asked.

"No thanks, I'm no gambler." I told him.

"Neither are these guys." Stephan laughed. "Deal me out armatures."

"Oh, you're a riot Stephanie." One of the guys said to him.

"Come on Craig, I'll show you where the bar is." Stephan said, cuffing the guy on the back of the head as he walked by.

I followed him down a flight of stairs to what I thought was a basement. It turned out to be a fully furnished recreation room.

There was a big screen television, pool table, foosball table and over against the wall, a fully stocked bar with two beer taps. Flanking the bar on the other wall was a set of sliding doors which led out onto a patio.

"This is a pretty sweet setup." I admired, still looking around.

"Yeah, its not bad." He said. "Domestic or imported?"

Focusing on his handsome face, it took me a moment to figure out what he was talking about. He gestured to the beer taps.

"Oh, I don't care, whatever you're having is fine." I said.

I watched him as he drew the beers from the tap. Stephan was a little shorter than me, but stunningly handsome. There's always been something about guys with dark hair and pale blue eyes that got me excited. His five o'clock shadow only enhanced his appeal.

He passed me the beer over the bar and flashed a smile. He had very thick, dark eyebrows and a fantastic smile.

I took a seat on one of the bar stools as we talked about this and that.

Stephan had a great sense of humor and I found myself flirting shamelessly with him. Nothing overt or even really noticeable unless you were interested in being flirted with. I just couldn't stop myself smiling at him and staring at his body.

"I'm going to have to get your autograph my copy of 'Shadow Life'". Stephan said.

"Oh, you've read it then?"

"Yeah, Jason has been bragging to all of us about knowing the author. So most of us have read it." He told me.

Seems all these guys had been friends since college. Some even since high school.

I urgently wanted to change the subject. I wasn't in the mood for a critique of my writing or even discussing the book. Nobody's talked this much to me about that book since the editing process before it was actually published.

"I see you've got quite a few CDs over there." I said, moving to a different topic. "Anything good?"

"Let's go see." Stephan said coming around the bar.

As he knelt down in front of a large rack of compact discs I watched as the fabric of his slacks stretched tautly over his tight little bubble butt. Just then he'd turned his head round to see why I hadn't followed him. He totally busted me staring at his ass.

"Well, come on." He smiled.

I knelt down beside him and sort of accidentally on purpose put my hand over his on the floor to balance myself. We both looked down at our hands, then up at each. Again Stephan grinned broadly at me, but didn't move his hand.

I was getting out of control, so I slowly pulled my hand back trying not to make a big deal out of it.

"There's a lot to choose from here, depending on your taste, of course." Stephan said. "And they're in no particular order either, I'm a afraid."

"That's cool." I said, eyeing the vast collection.

"I'll tell you what", he said, "why don't you just take a look?"

Then Stephan turned fully towards me and put his hand on my shoulder, stroking it a bit and staring deeply into my eyes.

"If you see anything you like, go for it." His voice seemed to have dropped an octave as he said the last part. "I'll get us a couple more beers."

Then he stood up and walked over to bar again.

I felt myself flush as I realized that I was no longer the only one flirting here. Stephan had taken the reigns now.

Again I watched his backside as he slowly sauntered back over to the bar where he pulled the tap and drew the next round of beers. He looked over at me to find that I was still kneeling there just staring at him.

"Don't see anything you like?" He asked.

"I wouldn't exactly say that." I shot back.

He smiled and continued to pour the beer as I walked over behind the bar where he was. He took a quick sip from his glass and leaned back against the bar. Cocking his head and squinting a little, he watched me move towards him.

I stopped directly in front of him and for a second I lost my nerve. I could feel my heart pounding, my pulse racing. From the look on his face, he seemed a bit puzzled as to what I was up to. And I have made a blunder or two like this before by being so impetuous.

Well, it was too late to back out now, so I put my hands on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him.

Thankfully, he responded in kind. I felt his free hand slide around my waist, so I stepped closer and ground my crotch into him as our tongues tasted each others' for the first time. My hand slid up his neck to the back of his head as our kiss grew deeper.

"Craig!" Someone yelled from upstairs.

Startled, I stepped back from Stephan. We both looked toward the stairs. I had forgotten all about Jason right about the that he introduced Stephan.

"Has anyone seen Craig?" I heard him ask from upstairs.

"Go on up." Stephan said, patting me on the ass. "I'll be up in a minute."

I stroked his face and gave him a quick peck on the lips before heading towards the stairs.

"Oh yeah. Here, take this up with you." He said, handing me a six pack from the mini-fridge behind the bar.

"What happened to you?" Jason asked as I walked into the room.

"Nothing." I shrugged. "Just getting some beer. Anybody want one?"

I passed the beers around the table.

Jason was saying good-bye to the guys playing poker when Stephan appeared.

"You guys leaving?" He asked.

"Yeah, gotta go." Jason said.

"Can you guys hang out for a second?" Stephan asked without waiting for a reply before heading up the stairs.

A few minutes later he reappeared and indicated that we should follow him back down to the recreation room. The poker guys never even looked up.

Stephan went over behind the bar and appeared to be searching for something. He looked up after he found what he was looking for.

"Craig? Would you mind?" He asked holding up a copy of "Shadow Life" for me to autograph.

"I'd be glad to." I said obliging his request.

Then came back around the bar with a determination and sense of purpose in step.

"Jason, what did I tell you about coming over here for the express purpose of scoring?" He barked at Jason.

"Fuck man!" Jason exclaimed. "Don't be such a grouch."

While they talked, I inscribed the book and just for good measure, I slipped one of my cards with my cell phone number on it, inside the book, sort of like a book mark.

Stephan had a few more choice expletives for Jason, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was busy making sure that Stephan wouldn't the card that I'd inserted into the book.

"I said okay, didn't I?" Jason defended. "Listen man, I'll make it up to you alright? We'll go paint balling tomorrow and I'll treat you dinner after. How's that sound?"

"Just remember what I said." Stephan warned.

I was glad to see someone put their foot down with Jason. I got the distinct impression that he ran roughshod over any and everyone who allowed him to do so. I also got the distinct impression that Stephan wasn't a man to be taken lightly under any circumstance. I just stood there smiling a bit as I watched this exchange between the two of them.

"I'll call you about it tomorrow alright?" Jason confirmed.

"Whatever." Stephan relented, stepping past Jason and coming back over to me. "It was really great to meet you and thanks for signing the book."

"The pleasure was all mine." I said still smiling and shaking his hand.

"Hope to see you again before you leave." He winked.

With that, Jason and I took off.

When we got back home Jason suggested that we take a dip in the hot tub out back and I agreed.

Sitting back in the warm, bubbling water I closed my eyes while Jason smoked some of the weed he'd just scored.

"You want some?" He offered.

"No thanks, but I will take a beer if you've got one." I replied.

After he scurried off to get the beers, I closed my eyes again. I made a mental note to call Jorge before going to bed tonight. When Jason got back he pressed the cold beer against the side of neck and giggle like a little kid when I flinched.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said after he settled back into the water.

"Absolutely."

"How well do you know Cameron, your new uncle?"

"Not well at all. He's been over here a few times with his sister. He and dad play golf whenever he's in town." Jason answered offhandedly. "But I don't really socialize with those people. Why do you ask?"

"No reason."

I suppose what I really wanted to know was, how safe my secret was with Cameron. Perhaps if I hadn't panicked at the reception, I could have found out right from the source. I've got to learn better impulse control.

"Now, can I ask you a question?" Jason said all glassy eyed and grinning.

"Certainly."

"Would you like me finish that blowjob that I started a few days ago?"

I just stared at him for a long moment. Now was the perfect time for me start practicing that impulse control.

"Sure, why not."

Damn! Oh well, maybe I'll start practicing impulse control tomorrow. I thought to myself.

Jason was over to my side of the hot tub in a flash. He indicated that I should perch my ass up on the side so he could have better access. I complied.

He had my shorts down and my dick in his mouth within seconds. He must practice that move or something. He's very adept at it.

After a while I grew tired of his oral ministrations. My lust required something more satisfying. I grabbed him by the hair on the top of his and yanked it back. He looked startled and bewildered.

I slid back down into the water and forcefully turned him around. Then, yanking his shorts off, I threw both his and mine out onto the deck beside the hot tub. I reached around his tautly muscled body and took hold of his hard cock. Pressing my own cock between his butt cheeks I pulled him back against my body allowing my cock to slide down between his thighs.

His smooth, young, naked body felt really good against my own. Stroking his cock with one hand and his smooth, muscled chest with the other. He threw his head back onto my shoulder and sighed loudly. I bucked my crotch into his backside and he pushed back.

Unable to control myself any longer, I pushed him forward to rim of the tub where he was on his knees in a seat and resting his arms on the lip. He was well aware of what I meant to do next, so he reached behind himself and guided me to his hole.

Finding his opening soft and somewhat receptive, I pressed forward a bit and he groaned. Immediately he tensed up and his asshole clenched up tight. I grabbed hold of my dick and started to drill him until I was sufficiently wedge inside his sphincter. Small grunts and groans escaped his throat the whole time. Then I grabbed both of his hips and drove the head of my cock deeper into him.

This time he let out a loud yelp and tried to move away from me, but there was nowhere for him to go.

"Oh fuck, that hurts!" He complained.

"Shut up you little punk!" I hissed and cuffed him in the back of the head. "Act like a man for once in your pathetic little life."

His hands gripped the side of the tub and his head dipped. I chose that very moment for my next assault on his tender little butt. I leaned into him with all my weight, pushing with my hips, once, twice, three times until I was at least halfway up in his gut.

Amazingly, he remained still, but I could hear him whimpering. I held myself still as well.

I'm not exactly sure why I was being so rough with him. Perhaps it was out of loyalty to his dad. Maybe he needed to be taught a lesson about not behaving like a brat towards the such a good man. Perhaps because I felt he'd never been properly disciplined a day in his life. Or perhaps, simply because he took it without objection and it felt good. Who knows?

Reaching around him, I found that his dick had gone completely limp, so I began to caress his upper torso and chest as I moved slowly, with smaller strokes, in and out of his bottom.

There was certainly no reason for the entire experience to be a bad one for him. I think I just wanted him to be aware that getting everything you want isn't always as pleasant as you may think. What's that old saying? "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it".

I ran my hands all over his strong back and down his sides. My hands found his tightly muscled stomach as I set up a smooth rhythm for plowing his ass.

Jason's hole was loosing up more and more with each stroke. Soon I was able to plant a full stroke up inside him. Each time I got very deep inside him, I could feel a slight resistance and he winched in pain. So I didn't slam into him as hard and far as I could. At least on every stroke.

I gave him long, smooth strokes until I could see that he was enjoying it. Soon he was enjoying it immensely. I could tell by how thick and hard his cock had grown. And by the way he was pushing back at my thrusts.

We maintained this pace for a while until I felt myself getting close. Then I pulled him up until his back was against my chest. I wrapped my arms around him while he ground his ass back onto my dick.

His hands stroked my arms where they were wrapped around him as he lay his head back onto my shoulder. He turned his head as far as he could so that he could steal a kiss.

Grabbing his dick, I felt his asshole clamp down on my cock. He shuddered a bit too.

"I'm pretty close." He warned.

So I pulled out of him and got out of the tub. I told him to spread out a towel on the deck and he did. Soon he was on his back with his legs up on my shoulder.

His eyes pleaded with me to be gentle, but he didn't say a word. This time I went in slowly. Our eyes remained lock on each others' during the entire process.

When he tensed, I stopped. When he nodded I proceeded. After the initial penetration was achieved, he seemed to urge me on with his hands. Once we got back into the rhythm, I made him grabbed the back of his knees and pulled his legs as far back as he could get them. This way I was able to move in for a kiss without breaking my stride.

He soon let his legs go round my waist and began furiously pumping his own cock. His free hand clutching at me, urging me on, begging for release.

I could feel it when the first spasm rocked him. It set off my own orgasm. His entire body tighten beneath me as his orgasm pulled him off into a chasm of bliss, where we both floated for a while as I shot volley after volley into his gut, he sprayed all over his chest.

When our bodies finally relaxed, I lay on top of him spent. He wrapped his arms around me and I looked into his eyes. There were streams of tears still rolling down the sides of his face.

I pressed my lips to his and he sucked my tongue into his mouth. We lay there like that for a long time, his legs still wrapped around me, my cock still deep inside him. We kissed and held each other.

We must have dozed off because the next thing I recall is the phone ringing. It was his cell phone. I had to get up off him so he could answer it.

He only spoke a few brief words into it and hung up.

"That was Nicole, she's pulling into the drive." He said excitedly.

"Don't panic." I told him. "Just put on your shorts and go let her in. I'll go upstairs and change."

When I got upstairs I took a quick shower and put in that call to Jorge. I let him know that I wouldn't be back for a few more days. He agreed to continue picking up my mail and asked how things were going. We talked for a little while longer until Jason came up asked if I was coming back downstairs.

I told him that I didn't think so. And as he turned to leave I noticed a wet spot spreading down the back of his shorts. My seed was leaking out of him.

"Dude!" I said, covering the phone with my hand. "I suggest you change your shorts before you go back down there."

"Why?" He whispered.

"Just trust me." I told him, eyeing his shorts.

Feeling the back of his shorts with his hand, he hurry off and did as I had instructed.

I finished up my phone call with Jorge and lay down to get some rest. I was exhausted. What a fucking day!

All the pressure and frantic maneuvering of a wedding day.

Then running into Cameron at the reception. What are the odds that the same guy that I fucked on the plane coming here would turn out to be the brother of the bride?

Of course meeting Stephan today was a great treat. I got a really good vibe from him. Somehow I gotta find a way to spend more time with him.

And last but certainly not least, Jason. Un-fucking believable! I had certainly taken his ego down a notch or two. Perhaps that was precisely what he needed. But for all his petulance and lack of discipline, he undoubtedly possesses some redeeming social value. He just needs someone to keep in his place.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't give a shit about anyone else's socially unacceptable behavior. I would simply avoid them. I'm certainly no teacher of lessons or disciplinarian. However, for Andrew's sake, I think someone surely needs to make that young man learn to behave more responsibly.

I can't believe that I'm having these thoughts. In any case, with something other than myself to think about, this cloud of apathy and general unhappiness was beginning to dissipate. I was definitely feeling better.

Morning seemed to come all too quickly, even though I slept past ten. When I got downstairs, Nicole was just on her way out.

They both beamed me a sunny good morning.

"So are you up for a little paint ball action today?" Jason asked as I read the paper. "I spoke with Stephan this morning and got it all set up."

The mention of Stephan certain got my attention, but I didn't look up from the paper.

"Who else is going?" I asked indifferently.

"You met some of the guys yesterday and there'll probably be some other people as well." He said. "You in?"

I shrugged noncommittally.

"Great! We're all set then."

Almost immediately after we got there and split up into teams, I broke off from the pack. Having played military games for many years in the Marine Corps, I was pretty sure that I would outlast all these guys.

Anyway, I had my own prey to stalk. And its name was Stephan. Eventually he walked right into my hands. I was able to sneak up behind him in an ramshackle old barn. Laying in wait, I watched as stealthily tried to find a good vantage point to ambush some unlucky passer-by.

Silently, I crept up right behind him and put my hand over his mouth and grabbed his crotch with the other hand.

He was ready to fight until he found out it was me. Together we snuck off into a secluded little area in the back of the barn and started making out.

"Man, you are so fucking hot." I whispered to him.

"I know." He laughed.

Stephan and I worked each other up into a frenzy. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. We were kissing each other so wildly that we actually bumped teeth. Fuck I hate that.

We tore at each other's pants trying to get our respective dicks out. Each of us with our pants down to about mid-thigh, stroked and fondled hard cocks and firm buns. Our hand were everywhere. Ours tongues on each other's lips, necks, nipples, chests, everywhere.

I licked and sucked his long, thick cock and tasted each of his balls until he pulled me up and went to work on my cock.

"Turn around, I wanna fuck your ass." I told him.

"I don't think so, not out here." He objected.

I saw his point.

"That can wait until I get you back to my house." Stephan smiled.

We continued to tantalize and tease each other. We sucked and stroked each other trying to get off when suddenly there was a voice. A voice we both knew.

"What the FUCK are you doing?" Jason asked incredulously.

He standing only a few feet away from us with his mouth hanging open and eyes blinking slowly as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

I looked at Stephan and then back at Jason.

"What the fuck does it look like we're doing." I said flatly, looking at him irately.

His expression suddenly changed from angry to utterly baffled. And I knew I had to work this just right or it might backfire with disastrous results.

"Get you ass over here!" I said angrily through gritted teeth.

He just stood there staring at me as if he was in shock. As though he couldn't comprehend my words. And indeed he probably couldn't understand what I what I was saying to him or why I was saying it.

"Right now!" I barked.

Slowly he stepped towards us. As soon as he was within reach I grabbed him by the collar and just glared at him for a minute. He recoiled a little as if he though I was going to strike him.

"Now get down there and show Stephan how sorry you are for pissing him off yesterday!" I said as I pushed him down to his knees.

Astonishingly, he did exactly as I had ordered. Taking Stephan's cock into his mouth, he closed his eyes and went to work.

Stephan looked back up at me with a stunned expression on his face. I indicated that he should just go with it. He shrugged and kissed me. Then I looked back down at Jason. He looked so fucking hot with his lips stretched around Stephan's big dick, licking and slurping. He seemed lost in the moment.

Just then I got a sudden devilish impulse. I grabbed Jason by the top of his head and yanked it back.

"Now apologize." I said evenly.

He looked up and just stared for a moment.

"Sorry." He said tonelessly.

Now I was sorry. That last part was a bit over the top. I didn't want to break his spirit, just teach him some manners.

I'm not necessarily a cruel bastard by nature and I didn't really care for this new role I was playing. But behaving this way made my dick extremely hard. And ashamed as I am to admit it, it was really exciting me. Its weird how ideas can conflict in the mind.

So I stroked his head and then pulled him to his feet. Putting his head on my shoulder, I continued to comfort him. Then I kissed him passionately while reaching out to caress Stephan's face and neck.

I undid Jason's pants and Stephan pulled them down a bit. Then we made a Jason sandwich. While I ground my cock against Jason's crotch, Stephan ground into his backside.

"We should probably take this somewhere else before anyone else comes along." Stephan suggested.

I agreed. And with that all three of us slipped away unnoticed by the rest of the guys. Stephan followed us back to Jason's where we wasted no time getting naked.

Pushing Stephan back onto the bed, I gave him a tongue bath. He was a little ripe and gamey, but I've never minded the smell of a man. Jason just watched me like a hungry puppy in anticipation while pulling on his meat.

When I got down to Stephan's crotch I put my hand out to Jason, indicating that he should join me. He was on it in a flash, taking as much of Stephan's cock into his mouth as he could. He seemed to lack the skills of a serious deep-throating cock sucker, but he did well enough. I licked Stephan's balls and fingered his hole for a while then moved up to kiss him.

Then I urged and maneuvered them into a sixty-nine position. Crawling up between Stephan's legs, I lift them up and Jason held them there. While they continued sucking each other, I lubed Stephan's hole with my spit. Then I let Jason lube up my cock with his spit.

Jason leaned forward to watch as I lined up my cock with Stephan's puckered little hole. He seemed enthralled with the scene playing out just inches from his face.

Pushing my cock against his hole I kept applying more and more pressure until I felt Stephan's asshole muscle give way. Obviously he felt it too because I could hear him groaning around a mouthful of Jason's cock.

"Suck!" I ordered Jason, because he had stopped and was just staring at my dick as I tried to wedge it into Stephan's tight hole.

He went back to work on Stephan's cock, but never took his eyes off what I was doing. Then I told him to spit on my cock, right at the point where I was connected to Stephan. He did it and then he smoothed it around a bit with his fingers and then he went back to work on Stephan's meat.

Applying more pressure, I was able to push a little further inside Stephan. Soon I was able to start pushing and pulling, in and out of him. Within a few minutes, I was buried as far into his gut as I get in this position.

Sliding in and out of Stephan's hole with long strokes, I tried to set up a rhythm, but Jason's head kept distracting me.

"Go up there and get behind him." I told Jason.

So he moved around and slid in behind Stephan, putting him between his legs so that he could reach over Stephan's shoulders to get at his hard cock. I resumed my fucking motion, spreading his legs as wide as they would go for better access. His ass muscles gripped my cock like a vise while Jason looked on.

Now it was time to get down to business. I picked up the pace and began pounding Stephan's ass. He took it like a champ. Jason played with Stephan's nipples and jerked his cock while I drove relentlessly into and out of his tight hole. I watched as his eyes rolled back in his head and he began spurting wads of thick, creamy sperm all over himself.

"Yeah, that's it. That a boy." Jason encouraged him. "That's right, shoot it. Shoot it!"

I continued fucking his ass while he pumped out jet after jet of that beautiful pearly white juice, gripping my dick tighter with each shot. The thick, dark hairs on his torso had captured every drop.

When he was finally done he bade me be still, so I was still. His orgasm had driven me almost to the point of no return, so I was unable to keep my cock from jumping and pulsing inside him.

"Ah, fuck man, take it. Take it out!" He insisted.

So I pulled out of him slowly, while his face contorted in pain.

"You alright man?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I'm good." He assured me. "It just started to hurt like hell after I came. I'll be right back."

I watched Stephan's well muscled and furry ass globes flex as he went off to the bathroom, presumably to clean up a bit. Jason turned around instantly and got down on all fours in front of me.

"A bit eager aren't we?" I chuckled while caressing his smooth, hairless, but very round butt cheeks.

He didn't answer, he just spit on his fingers and rubbed it into his hole. He was obviously very excited, because this time he did everything he could to help me achieve penetration. He held his cheeks and rocked back and forth on my cock until the head finally popped in.

Jason let out a deep, guttural groan when he snapped open. He was quite still then. After a few deep breaths he rested his forehead on the bed. I remained still until he reached his hand back to caress my thigh and pull me forward. So I continued pressing into him until I felt my cock start to slide into him.

His head remained down and his fingers dug into my thigh. I pushed a little more and that elicited a much louder groan from his throat. I sat still again because I knew I was past the thick ring of muscle just inside his butt hole.

I felt Stephan's hands on my shoulders. He massaged, caressed and kissed me while I waited for Jason's pain to subside.

We kissed until Jason began to pull me forward again. I began fucking his ass slowly and steadily until I was completely inside him. He stood up on his knees and pressed his back into my chest. I held onto his flanks while Stephan moved around in front of him and started kissing him.

Jason began to wiggle and grind his ass around on my stiff member while he played tongue tag with Stephan.

I couldn't take much more of this hot scene. I desperately needed some relief. Leaning Jason forward again, I began to fuck him vigorously. Stephan moved to the side and watched with rapt attention as I tried to bore a tunnel right through Jason's soul. Back and forth, in and out, faster and faster. Jason jerked himself with the same dedication.

I was hovering on the precipice of imminent and ultimate pleasure. My orgasm was so close now. Come on, just a little more. Just a few more strokes and BANG!. It was like a shotgun blast. The explosion rocked my very foundation.

My body shuddered at such quick intervals that I was scarcely able to breath. I was convulsing and thrusting, grabbing and pulling. The feeling was so intense that I never wanted it to stop.

Easily one of the best orgasms of my life. And this one didn't just drop off like normal. I continued to shudder and shake for a good five minutes afterwards. I had lost all awareness of Jason and Stephan until Stephan began stroking my head. I had collapsed onto Jason's back.

When I pulled out of Jason, all I could do was roll over onto my back and try to catch my breath. With both guys laying on either side of me, it occurred to me that one of them may not have cum yet.

"Jason, did you cum yet?" I asked him.

"Oh yeah." He assured me, laboring to breath.

"Yeah, he was flopping around almost as bad as you." Stephan laughed. "At first I thought you were having a stroke or something. Anyway, that must have set Jason off because he started spazzing out a few seconds later. That must've been one hell of a ride. Too bad we didn't get it on film."

We slept until late afternoon or early evening. When I awoke, I was still wedged in between the two of them. And instead of sliding down to the end of the bed to get out, I dragged my lazy body over Stephan's since he was closest to the door.

His eyes flew open and he grabbed me, looking a bit startled. I gave him a quick peck on the lips and continued on my way to the shower.

No sooner had I stepped into the warm spray of water when I heard the glass shower door open behind me. It was Jason.

"Couldn't wait your turn, eh?" I said without looking back at him.

"Water conservation, you know."

"So you're an environmentalist now?"

"Among other things."

I stood still under the shower's spray while he snuggled up behind me, wrapping his arms around my torso. I could feel his semi-erect cock pressing against my backside.

"Horny again already?" I asked.

No answer.

"You'd better save some of that for Nicole, otherwise she's gonna get suspicious." I said, half kidding.

"Who cares?" He retorted, nuzzling my neck and squeezing me from behind.

"Let's just get cleaned up okay?" I stated more than asked.

Gently, he pulled me from under the shower head and began soaping my body all over. I don't believe he missed a single spot.

"So what's up with you and Stephan?" Jason asked. "Are you into him?"

"Why? Are you jealous?" I laughed.

He didn't answer. He just stopped and looked at me. I took that as a yes.

"There's no need to be jealous." I said.

Then I gave him a quick kiss before running my soapy hands all over his face. That made him laugh. The truth is that I wasn't interested in causing any animosity between the two of them. Neither did I want any romantic complications. Being friends and occasional sex partners was more than enough for me. Clearly, Jason had other ideas.

After the shower the three of adjourned down to the living room to watch television. As we all sat around drinking and talking, I noticed a funny thing happening. Whenever Jason thought I wasn't looking, he was casting adoring glances at me. And when I thought Jason wasn't looking I was casting lustful gazes at Stephan. The difference was, I didn't care if Stephan saw me. In fact I hoped he did.

Stephan was gorgeous. Movie star or model gorgeous. He was just one of those people that you love to look at. Or even better, have sex with.

It was all so absurd. Like something out of some twisted Greek tragedy. Stephan noticed all this as well and occasionally he'd smile, while shaking his head at the absurdity of it all.

Over the next week or so, Jason had taken to sleeping with me on the nights that Nicole didn't staying over. I'm not really sure how or when that started. I just woke up one morning and there he was sleeping beside me. I didn't object or ask any questions. Besides, the sex was good.

Jason had to escort Nicole to some sort of black-tie benefit and they asked me if I wanted to come along. I declined because it just sounded boring. Of course I simply told them that I just wasn't up to it.

Not long after they left the phone rang. It was Stephan.

"Hey, have you eaten yet?" He asked.

"As a matter of I haven't." I answered.

"Jason mentioned a few days ago that he and Nicole were attending some affair tonight and I thought you might like to grab a meal, maybe a few cocktail or something." Stephan suggested.

"Sounds good to me."

"Alright then. I'm on my way."

Stephan pulled up a little while later and off we went. We decided to head downtown to one of the places on the river front. There were plenty of bars and restaurants down there, so we figured we'd hit a few of the hot spots.

We kicked back a few a beers, noshed on some appetizers and chatted each other up.

"Okay, I gotta ask. What is going on with you and Jason?" Stephan asked.

"What do you mean?"

"He's like a completely different person around you." He commented. "Especially during our little escapade the other day. He's like your lap dog or something. Like you're the master and he's the slave. Is that what's going on? Is that what you're into?"

I got a good laugh out of his characterization of me and Jason. Master and slave? Although I suppose it did appear that way.

"No, its nothing like that. Well not really." I said, still laughing. "When he caught us in that barn, I was just as shock as you were when things played out the way that they did. I'm not quite sure where all that came from. I just saw the situation about to spin out of control, so I took charge."

"Boy did you ever!"

"To tell you the truth, I really had no idea how he was going to react." I confided. "However, he did come on to me when I first got here, so I went with my instincts. It all worked out okay, didn't it?"

"Yeah and now he's completely in love with you." Stephan observed.

"Yeah well, that part was unintentional. In fact, I had no intention on any of this happening." I confessed. "He's my best friend's son, for crying out loud. Hell, I don't think I ever said more than two words to him before this trip. Now look at us. Unbelievable!."

"Well I'm telling you, he's like a completely different person now." Stephan said. "I've known him for quite a while and he's always been inconsiderate and spectacularly self-absorbed."

"And now?" I asked.

"He's not." Stephan said. "Since you've been here he seems more focused and less jerky. I guess mature is the word I would use. He seems happier too. Maybe that's what he needed all along, a good ass fucking."

"So I take it that you two had never fooled around together before."

"No." He answered. "I've never been interested in Jason in that way. So I suppose I simply assumed that he was hetero. I really never gave it much thought before now."

"And what about you?" I asked.

"What about me?"

"Did he or anyone else know about you?"

"Know what about me?" He smiled facetiously.

"Stop being difficult. You precisely what I mean."

"I suppose the guys that I've had sex with know." Stephan said. "I don't see how its anyone else's business."

"You make an excellent point my friend."

"And what about you?" He asked. "You have a boyfriend or maybe a girlfriend back home? Both, perhaps? You strike me as the type that might have both."

"I can't be certain but I think I've just been insulted." I chuckled. "What are you implying?"

"I'm not implying anything." He smiled. "It just seems to me that you like living on the edge. You took a pretty big chance flirting with me the way you did, having known me for only a few minutes."

"As I recall, I wasn't the only one flirting that day."

"No, but I wasn't the one who walked up to a perfect stranger and started making out with him." He reminded me. "What would you have done if I'd freaked out on you?"

"I don't know." I told him. "But to answer your question, I don't have either a girlfriend or a boyfriend at present. And neither am I the big risk taker that you seem to think I am."

"If you say so." He smiled. "What do you say we get out of here?"

"Good idea." I said.

"You wanna come over to my place for a while?" Stephan asked.

"Thought you'd never ask."

Stephan groped my crotch all the way back to his house. And as soon as the door was closed behind us we were embracing and sucking each other's tongues like there was no tomorrow.

Once we got to his bedroom Stephan and I undressed each other hastily, then he went to work on my cock. His lips and tongue felt so warm and smooth on my dick. Fondling and caressing my balls, he slowly took inch after inch of my cock into his throat, holding it there for what seemed an impossible amount of time.

Then, straddling my chest, Stephan fed his hard cock into my mouth. I accepted it gladly. Soon he was pumping his hips while I squeezed his muscular buns. Looking up at him I reveled at the sight of his beautifully muscled body flexing as he fed his cock to me. His dick seemed to be getting even hard and throbbing faster. He was getting close, so he pulled out of my mouth.

Producing a tube of cream from somewhere, he lubed up my still hard cock and then his own butt hole. Then he positioned his hole right over my rod and began lowering himself onto it.

Flexing my hips, yearning for his hole, I tried to speed the process along.

"Craig, be still. Let me do this alright?" He said, looking into my eyes.

"Okay." I agreed.

I relaxed my muscles and lay still to let him do his thing. Soon I felt the warmth of Stephan's stretching hole begin to envelop the head of my cock. It was becoming increasingly difficult to stay still, but I did. He swiveled his hips around slowly, loosening himself up for more of my invading member. Then pressing himself down a little harder, I could feel every nerve in my dick as it slid inside him.

Moving slowly but at an even pace, he slid further and further down my cock. It must've been quite painful, but he continued his journey down my cock until he could take no more.

Stopping about halfway down, he began to pant and I reached for his hand and entwined our fingers. He squeezed tightly on my hand. I felt his hole tighten at the same time.

After a while he began to work himself up and down on my cock. The look on his face was priceless. Such a beautiful face fixed in an expression of earnest concentration. I just stared at him while he worked his butt up and down the entire length of my bloated cock.

Forgetting my promise to remain motionless, I began to flex and thrust. Only a little at first, but when he began to stroke his cock, I began to fuck harder.

My cock sliding in and out of his hot, velvety soft hole was driving me crazy. Just the thought of being inside his strongly muscled body pushed me right to edge, only I couldn't step back because he was essentially controlling each stroke. He kept working his ass muscles as he bounced on my lap.

There was no stopping it now, I felt the hot cum racing straight up and then out of the tip of my cock. I groaned and began thrusting violently as he jacked himself faster. Gripping the sheets beside me, I unloaded round after round of my essence deep inside my friend.

As my orgasm began to subside, I watched Stephan work his meat over until he got to the place that he wanted to be. The first shot out of his cock only narrowly missed my head, the second and third were on target, splashing under my chin. The rest landed on my chest.

Once he was done he leaned forward and kissed me passionately. I could feel him slowly uncoupling his asshole from my dick. We just lay there kissing and holding each other for a long time.

I ended up staying the night with Stephan.

When I got back, Jason was nowhere to be found and Nicole's car was out front so I assumed that they were still sleeping. I was glad because I wasn't in the mood for explanations. I went to the guest room and slept until well past noon.

When I finally did get up, Nicole was gone and Jason wasn't even the least bit curious about where I'd been. If he was, he didn't mention it. He had bigger fish to fry.

"I'm thinking of going back to grad school." He announced excitedly.

"That's great. I'm sure you're dad will be glad to hear that."

"But here's the best part." He beamed. "I'm looking at schools in Southern California."

I knew immediately where he was going with this. But I remained quiet while he said precisely what I knew he was about to say.

"And so I was wondering if I could stay with you for a while." He smiled broadly. "What do you think?"

"Wow! Don't you think you should discuss this with your dad first?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.

"Oh come on, he just got married. His new wife will be glad to have me out of here." He said. "And you said it yourself, dad will just be glad that I'm going back to school. He'll love it."

"And what about Nicole?"

"What about her?" He asked rhetorically. "I'll deal with that when the time comes. I mean if you let me come with. Just think about it at least, okay?"

"Sure, I'll think about it." I said.

I thought about it for the next twelve hours or so. By the time he crawled into my bed that night, I'd pretty much already made my decision.

After giving it some thought I realized that he was probably right about the new Mrs. Wyndham and his dad would just be ecstatic about his going back to school, no matter where it was. And as long as he stayed in school, it might not be so bad having him around.

I let him get settled in beside me before I said a word. His anxiety and anticipation were palpable. It was time to end his suspense, so I rolled over onto my elbow and cradled him a bit.

He sighed dejectedly as if he expected bad news.

"Alright, I'll let you come, but here's the deal. I'm about to lay down the law and there will be no negotiations. This is a take it or leave it kind of proposition, understand?"

"Okay." He said quietly.

"Alright, first of all you'll have talk this over with your dad and if he's cool with it then I'm cool with it. Next, you absolutely have to stay in school and complete your degree while you're living with me.

If for whatever reason you decide to drop out again, you'll get a job and start paying rent or come back here or whatever. No school, no free room and board.

The next thing is that you'll respect my house..."

I must have droned on like that for at least ten minutes. He simply nodded his agreement.

"And here's the last thing that I want you to understand." I said gently. "We are not lovers, and we are not boyfriends. You are my best friend's son who will be living with me while he's in college."

He didn't show any acknowledgement of this last statement. He seemed to be seriously thinking it over. Then he turned to me looking closely at my face.

"Can I still sleep with you sometimes?" He asked smiling brightly.

"I thought I said no negotiations." I chuckled.

"Oh come on, I'm prone to night terrors." He kidded.

"We'll see." I laughed.

He embraced me firmly and thanked me with a fantastic blowjob.

The next day he called his Andrew and told him about his plans. And just as Jason had predicted, he was thrilled with the idea.

When he was done, Jason handed me the phone.

"How soon can you have him packed and out of my house?" Andrew laughed.

I laughed along with him.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of him for you." I assured Andrew.

"Hell, I don't care. As long as he's doing something productive with his life."

It took Jason less than a day get his things packed. We had to ship most of the large items since we'd be driving cross country in Jason's SUV. I decided since we were going to drive that I'd invite some extra company along, so I called Stephan.

"Hey, are you up for a road trip?" I asked.

"To where?"

"California?" I answered.

"You're kidding right?"

"No. Jason's decided to come out for a while, so we're driving." I told him. "So what do you say, are you in?"

It took a little coaxing, but I finally got him to agree to the road trip. This was going to be some trip and I was looking forward to it.

One thing is certain, I'm finally feeling like my old self again and that's a good thing. And who knows, maybe with Jason along I may start feeling like a whole new me.

I'm not saying that promiscuity is the cure for apathy, but it sure worked for me. I suppose rekindling old friendships and making new ones had something to do with it as well. But whatever, I feel great now.

I can't help wondering what Jorge's reaction to this new turn of events will be. This could be very interesting. I suppose I'll find out soon enough.