THE BOYS ON THE BEACH
PART THREE
January was cold and bleak but the dismal weather was only one factor contributing to my sour mood. The major reason was that I was lonely. Levi and Gary had provided some company over the holiday season even though it was marred by Levi's traumatic exchange with his father. They had weathered that storm and I was happy for them. But my situation was unchanged; I needed what they enjoyed. I needed a companion. I wanted to love and be loved. Over the recent years I had occasionally entertained the idea of casual sex but I quickly dismissed those thoughts. It was too risky and--to be honest--too sleazy for me. I longed for sex but only if it was with someone I could respect and one who was a candidate for a lasting, loving relationship.
In spite of my values--that you may think are old fashioned or idealistic--I began to think more seriously that a one-night stand might not be that distasteful. I even made a tentative plan to spend a weekend in a metropolitan area just over 100 miles from my home. I'd get a hotel room for Friday and Saturday night and cruise the gay bars. I'd scope out the patrons in hopes of finding an unattached, presentable guy. By "presentable" I mean relatively handsome (although I wouldn't be excessively fussy about that) who dressed well and did not behave--for lack of a better description--in some outlandish or kinky way. He need not be articulate or educated but his conversation must be interesting. Crudeness and excessive profanity would turn me off. I realized that such a man would likely already be attached and unavailable but I wasn't willing to compromise my standards. If I were unsuccessful and came home frustrated, at least I could say I made the effort. Such were my plans. But I kept procrastinating and never got around to launching the adventure.
One evening I got what turned out to be a significant phone call. John Edwards, whom I had met at the company Christmas party, started the conversation with casual comments about the dreadful winter, reminiscing about the party, and comparing notes about our respective bosses at work. Just as I began to wonder why he called--surely not to talk about trivial stuff--he asked if I'd like to join him for dinner. It seemed to be just what I needed to break the monotony and I agreed. We made plans to meet at a popular seafood restaurant the following Friday night.
Dinner was superb and the conversation with John was delightful. We found several areas of shared interest. One of his hobbies was painting; I did my "painting" with my camera. Both of us liked the outdoors: hiking and camping out. We shared a liking for classical music. I was so engrossed in the lively exchange of ideas that I didn't pick up on several subtle cues that (I later learned) he had deliberately thrown out to assess my private interests. For example, he commented that he didn't like living alone; he said he didn't date because he hadn't found the right "person" (He didn't say "woman."); he complimented me on keeping fit; and, most obvious of all, he said he liked me from the moment we met at the party. I was flattered but never suspected his motivation.
He insisted on paying for our meals, including the tip and I said, "Okay but next time it's my treat."
He smiled and said, "I look forward to it, my friend." Another clue but I was too dense to recognize it.
It was still early so he invited me to his apartment for a nightcap. It was far more appealing that going home to an empty house so I accepted the invitation. In the parking lot, I was surprised to see that he drove an expensive sports car and more surprised when I followed him to a luxury high-rise. At no time in our conversations had he mentioned anything that would indicate that he was wealthy.
We took the elevator to the top floor. He escorted me into an elegant apartment, through the spacious living room to a smaller room with a well-stocked bar. "What'll you have?" he asked.
"Whatever you're having is fine," I replied since I didn't want to specify something plebian in such plush environment and never really graduated from beer and an occasional scotch and soda.
He poured Glen Fiddich into two glasses and said, "I think you'll like this. It's the best sipping scotch I've found anywhere."
He was right; I did enjoy it but I had to decline a refill because I didn't want to drive home tipsy. Even one drink had given me a slight buzz.
We didn't talk for very long before he asked, "So how's your love life, Mark?"
In normal circumstances, that would be an inappropriate question except, maybe, between two close, long-time friends. But I was not offended--perhaps because of the rapport that had developed between us and perhaps because the whiskey had immobilized much of my caution. "Dormant!" I replied.
"No girlfriends?" he asked.
"No."
"Any boyfriends?"
I was not so quick to answer that one. Since coming to California, I've never hidden my homosexuality but it hasn't come up in conversations, either. I was unsure how to reply. I could be honest and risk losing a friend whose company I enjoyed. Or I could lie and pretend that I was straight. Honesty, with John and with myself, dictated my answer. "Not since I was a Junior in college," I said and scanned his face for a reaction.
He smiled! What did that mean?
"So my hunch is right," he said. "You're gay?"
"Yes." I'm afraid I was too confrontational when I added, "Does that upset you? Do you think I'm some kind of pervert? Does it mean we can't be friends?"
"Not in the least, my friend," he said with an even broader smile. "That's one more thing we have in common."
I was stunned. "I never suspected that," I blurted out. "You seemed straight as an arrow at the Christmas party and even flirted with the waitresses."
"Façade!" he laughed. "I am, as they say, in the closet ... at least at work and at company functions. You, however, betray your interests. At the party, you cast more and longer glances at men than at women. I debated whether to invite you to dinner and back here for drinks because I couldn't be completely sure. But I took a chance, even when you didn't take my bait at the restaurant. Now, I'm sorry I waited so long. Will you spend the night here? With me? You said your love life was dormant. So's mine. I like you, Mark, and finding out you're gay makes me horny as hell."
It was Sunday afternoon before I reluctantly kissed John goodbye and returned home, having had nearly 48 hours of fulfilling companionship punctuated by frequent periods of sexual ecstasy. That weekend was the beginning of our relationship, one I had yearned for and one that I hoped would go on for a very long time, perhaps a lifetime.
<><><><><><>
Three weeks later, I was checking my email. It was all the usual stuff except for one from Levi that I eagerly opened.
==================== Mark: Got a great idea. If you can swing it, can you take some vacation time in late March and visit us. We're not coming home over Spring Break. Instead, we've accepted an offer from a fellow student. His family has a cabin on the shore of a nearby lake and he's offered us the use of it for a week if we prepare it for the summer's use. There would be little work to do but lots of time to enjoy the outdoors and relax. I know you like the outdoors and would have a good time. We'd really like to see you. Can you come? Oh, the dates are March 19-27. Love, Levi ====================
The "outdoors" part of their message appealed to me almost as much as seeing them again. But there was a problem. After considerable thought, I sent an email reply.
==================== Levi: Your invitation is very appealing. I'd love to see you guys and a vacation is just what I need right now. But I'm not sure I can accept. Let me explain why. I've met a wonderful guy. We've been spending weekends together and things are really clicking for us. If it all works out as I hope, we'll be together more than just weekends. So here's my problem. The dates you gave me include two weekends and I don't want to miss my time with John. Mostly I don't want to abandon him when what I want most is to establish our friendship. I hope you understand. Love, Mark ====================
I hated to decline the invitation but I couldn't deny that John and what I hoped would be a happy future with him was more important. I'd known him for only a short time; our relationship was still forming. I was afraid if I didn't give it time and effort, it could destroy the progress we were making.
The next evening, I eagerly checked my email to see if Levi had responded and whether he might be disappointed.
==================== Mark: WOW! That's wonderful! Gary and I are over-the-moon happy for you. If this John guy is half the man you are, he has to be wonderful. Here's another idea. Can you visit us at the cabin for 2-3 days during the week? We want to hear all about your good luck. Better idea. Wouldn't it be terrific if both you and John spent the whole week with us? Just think of the possibilities! You'd be with him for 9 days, not just weekends. That could be just what both of you need to complete a foundation for a wonderful future. Please say yes to either idea ... just you for a few days or both of you for the whole time. Love, Levi P.S. Our friend calls it a cabin but it's more like a house. With two bedrooms. Does that make it more interesting? ====================
I didn't know why the idea of a couple of days in midweek had not occurred to me. I would get to see the boys and not sacrifice my weekends with John. The suggestion that both John and I join them for the entire time deserved some thought. I wasn't sure he could arrange vacation time and I didn't know how he would react to the idea. I decided to wait until the coming weekend and, if I felt that he would be receptive, I would relay the invitation. I emailed Levi saying that I would let him know soon.
It was Sunday morning when the opportunity arose. John and I were cuddling in bed after some really great sex when he said, "Mark, I haven't been this happy since my partner died. Yeah, I never mentioned it but I lived with a guy for five years. He was mugged and robbed late one night on his way from his office to the parking lot. He didn't survive the attack. I was devastated. It's taken all this time to get over it and start looking for someone. You're it, Mark. You're my kind of guy. Have you ever considered a full-time partner?"
"Have I considered it? I've wanted it for far too long. I kept looking and hoping I'd find someone to share my life with. Then you found me. So if your question is some kind of proposal, I accept. Enthusiastically!"
We talked for some time about moving in together--his apartment or my house--and when we could do it. "As soon as possible!" I gushed. He laughed and gave me one of his long, passionate, and sensuous kisses. Moments later I said, "That resolves a minor dilemma for me."
"And what's that?"
I proceeded to tell him of Levi's invitation, which required some background information on how I had helped them. (I left out the threesome experience.) "So what do you think, John? Would you like to get away for a week? Can you get the time off?"
"It's a splendid idea," he replied. "And I'm pretty sure I can get away from the office then. I'll let you know tomorrow."
When I returned home that night, I was on cloud nine. Whether John could get the time off was important but far more significant was my elation that John and I might be lifetime partners. I emailed Levi.
==================== Levi: Great news! It looks like I've found a partner. I don't know for how long but we're talking about where to live together. I hope forever. Now about your invitation, John will try to get the week off so you'll be saddled with both of us. Two bedrooms in the "cabin" helped make up our minds. Keep your fingers crossed. Love, Mark ====================
<><><><><>
Levi and Gary picked us up at the airport. The boys hugged me like I was a favorite brother who they'd not seen for years. Of course, John got a warm welcome and a hug as well. We claimed out luggage and walked to the parking garage. "Nice car," John commented even though it was a four-year-old Honda Civic. How like him, I thought. Pretending that he didn't have an expensive sports car and lived in a luxury apartment.
"It was my dad's," Gary said. "He loaned it to me when he bought a new one."
"Just one thing wrong with it," Levi said with a frown. "It's got bucket seats in front so I can't sit next to Gary."
We all laughed and John said, "Good thing! You shouldn't be distracting the driver with any inappropriate behavior." Our laughter got louder.
It was an almost two-hour drive to the cabin on two-lane roads into a very rural countryside. John and I were in the back seat and all of us talking incessantly. I shouldn't have been but I was surprised how quickly John and the boys developed a rapport. Their friendly banter was as if they were old friends.
The only thing rustic about the "cabin" were the log and stone walls on the outside. Inside, it was quite modern. We were shown to our bedroom to deposit our luggage and unpack while Levi and Gary did the same in their bedroom.
After turning on the electric power, checking the refrigerator and furnace, and lighting the water heater, we left to get groceries. By the time we had eaten supper and cleared the table, it was quite late, we were all tired, and we decided to go to bed.
John snuggled up to me and kissed me. "They're nice kids," he said. "It's no wonder you like them. And it was awfully kind of them to invite us both."
I agreed and said, "You're pretty wonderful yourself, John. I'm always happy when we're together." I reached for his cock and fondled it. "And I don't mean just for this, either."
"I feel the same way, Mark. But do you think we ought to make love here ... with them in the next room?"
"Why not? They'll be doing the same thing." I didn't know if that was true but it was very likely. "Besides, what if they hear noises? I'm sure they would approve."
We enjoyed a long period of foreplay. It seemed to me that was a sign of our maturing relationship: no rush to achieve climax but a leisurely and gentle sharing of our bodies and a comfort knowing that there was more than physical stimulation involved. We were bonding psychologically and emotionally. Climax would be the culmination of our commitment to each other, not a goal or a conquest. We had learned each other's erotic zones and made use of them to give maximum pleasure. If the foreplay had gone on even longer, I think I would have been satisfied but John went down on me. He teased me by taking me to the brink only to pause. He did that repeatedly until I could take it no longer. The urge to ejaculate was just too powerful. Forgetting where we were, I let out a loud moan as my orgasm overcame all my senses. He took several blasts of hot cum into his throat but saved some in his mouth to share with me in a prolonged kiss.
I hiked my knees up to my chest, offering my ass to him. He eagerly accepted the offer and soon buried his cock to the hilt inside me. He knew just what I wanted. He started slowly and gradually built up speed, all the while nibbling on my ears and kissing me. When he made the final plunge, I squeezed my ass. It was his turn to moan, although not as loudly as I had, as I felt his cock throb with several volleys of cum.
Over breakfast the next morning, Gary asked, "Well, guys, enjoying yourselves so far?"
"As if you didn't know!" I shot back to everyone's amusement.
We spent the first day at the "cabin" working. In the morning, John and I cleaned the inside of the house while Gary and Levi worked on the boat's outboard motor in the garage. After lunch, we worked outside picking up fallen branches in the yard and replacing a rotting board in the steps to the front porch. John took us all to dinner at an Italian restaurant in town. In the evening we played Trivial Pursuit until bedtime.
"What's on the "to do" list for tomorrow," I asked.
"Play time!" Gary replied. "With your help, we got all the work done today. So what's your pleasure? Would you like to hike through the woods? Take the boat out on the lake? There's a golf course down the road if you want to play golf."
Levi suggested we take the boat for a test run and we all agreed that would be fine. The air was cool and a little breezy but the water was too cold to go swimming. Gary spoke for all of us when he said, "Dang! I was hoping to do some skinny-dipping and enjoy the ... ah ... scenery." We pretended to scold him for being so lascivious. He laughed and said, "Maybe later. We'll all be here together for a week."
After dinner that night we settled into the living room in front of a roaring fire in the fireplace and chatted about nothing in particular. John abruptly changed the subject and asked, "Do you suppose we could find a deck of cards?"
"Probably," Gary said. "Unless you want to play poker for real money. College students can't afford that."
"I had something else in mind," John replied. "Poker yes. Money no. I was just thinking of what you said out on the lake, Gary."
Gary looked perplexed. "And that was?"
"Don't you remember? The water was too cold for skinny- dipping and you wanted to see the scenery."
"Oh," Gary replied, blushing. "I was just joking."
"I'm not!" John exclaimed. "I thought we could play a little strip poker."
It took very little persuasion before we all agreed and started looking for a deck of cards. But our search was futile. Not to be denied a bit of stimulating fun, Gary said enthusiastically, "I found a Monopoly game. It's got a pair of dice. How `bout we use that?"
"You ARE eager, Gary," I laughed. "Is it because you're a voyeur or an exhibitionist?"
"Neither!" he exclaimed. "I just want everybody to get to know each other."
"Right," I said in a sarcastic tone. "Go get the dice."
We had an uproariously good time as items of clothing were discarded, teasing the loser of each round for his bad luck and gloating over our own good luck. It started to get more interesting when Gary was down to his briefs, Levi still had his jeans, I had my shirt and boxers, but John had lost only his shirt. A few more rounds and one of us would be naked. Poor Gary's frustration was showing. It seemed that he wanted--and perhaps wanted for a long time--to check out John. His frustration surfaced when he looked at John intently and said, "I'm losing and you're winning. I challenge you to a sudden-death round. If I lose, I'll take off my briefs and dance a jig. If you win, all you have to do is strip naked. Do you accept my challenge?"
"I do," John sneered. "Because I want to see you dance a jig. You're going to lose, you know."
I couldn't believe it. They both rolled a nine. A tie. "Roll again," Gary demanded.
"NO!" Levi and I said in unison and I added, "Neither of you won. Both of you have to strip."
They objected but Levi and I pressured them into doing it. Gary agreed only if John stripped first. We were all sitting cross-legged on the floor. John stood and took off his trousers, tossing them aside. He slowly and seductively lowered his boxers. Both Gary and Levi had their eyes riveted to John's crotch. Both boys gasped when the boxers fell around John's ankles. He kicked his boxers toward Gary where they landed in his lap, catching the young man by surprise. But he wasn't finished. He stepped over to Gary, stood with his legs apart, straddling Gary's legs. That put his cock within inches of the astonished young man's face. Time seemed to stand still while Gary stared at the phallic symbol of virile masculinity that dangled before his eyes. John broke the silence by saying, "I believe that's the scenery you wanted to see. Now it's your turn. I want to see a naked man dance a jig."
Poor Gary. He stood and took off his briefs only to reveal that he had a hard-on. That must have been as embarrassing but more so when slapped against his abdomen as he danced. Hoping to divert everyone's attention from Gary's predicament, I said to Levi, "Come on. Let's all get comfortable," and I stripped off my shirt and boxers. Levi followed my lead. He also had a hard-on, which probably relieved any embarrassment Gary might feel.
Now what? I wondered. Four gay men standing in the nude admiring each other. Might that lead to a foursome? I hoped not. I thought it best that we restrict any sexual activity to partners rather than have an orgy that some or all of us might regret. My worries were put to rest when John (bless him) said, "Looks like you two need to take care of your problems. I suggest you hit the sack. Mark and I will do the same."
The next few days were thoroughly enjoyable: boating, hiking, taking in a movie one night, or just hanging out and relaxing. There were some ribald comments but no hint of having sex outside of our own bedrooms and with our own partners. Until ...
On Friday, Levi and I were preparing lunch; John and Gary had gone to town for a bottle of wine to have that night. Levi said, "Both Gary and I like John a lot. And we're happy that you two have gotten together. How serious is it? Have you committed to each other?"
"Yes, I'm happy to say."
"So you two feel about each other the same way Gary and I do?"
"Yes, again."
"In that case, I want to tell you something. Remember how we all had sex back at your place in December?"
"Don't go there!" I exclaimed, guessing at what he was about to request.
"Just hear me out, Mark. Gary has been bugging me about doing something with you and John. It would be just a bit of fun. I'm convinced that it wouldn't jeopardize my relationship with him but I've discouraged it because I don't want to do anything that would hurt your relationship with John. He and I disagree about that. He thinks you two will be fine with a little extracurricular recreation. He makes the distinction between sex, love, and `in love.' We both love you but he and I are in love. I agree that makes a big difference. He thinks group sex--as long as everyone understands it's no more than that--would be okay. What do you think?"
I suspected that Levi wanted it as much as Gary did; otherwise, he wouldn't be asking. "I'll be honest with you, Levi. I'm reluctant. Maybe it's my old-fashioned belief in fidelity. Sex is great but when you commit to someone, there's an implied promise that you won't play around. You may think I'm weird but sex between committed partners is like ... well ... it's almost sacred and should be reserved for your partner and no one else."
"But we had sex once," Levi countered. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it."
"That was different. I was unattached. And you did it together, as a team, as partners. It was wonderful but the situation is different now."
"If John wants to do it, would you go along?"
"I'll think about it," I said, hoping he would relent ... but he didn't.
"Will you ask him?"
"Geez, Levi! You don't give up, do you? Okay. I'll ask him. But let me be very clear. One. I'll have to be absolutely sure that he really wants to do it. Two. It'll be all four of us, no swapping partners. Three. Everyone must agree, out loud, that we're in it for pure sexual enjoyment with no long-term expectations. I'll let you know John's answer. In the meantime, don't build up Gary's hopes. Or yours, for that matter."
"Thanks, Mark. I love you."
"And I love you. Now turn off the soup before it boils over."
That night in bed, after a particularly satisfying sex, I summoned my courage enough to tell John of Gary's (and probably Levi's) wanting to have group sex. "Horny little studs, aren't they?" he laughed.
"Of course," I said. "And can you blame them? You saw Gary's reaction when you stripped in front of him the other night."
"And how did you react when Levi told you?" John asked.
"I was reluctant because I think once a couple is committed, they should have sex only with each other."
"That's sweet, Mark. I mean your wanting to devote yourself exclusively to me."
"Just the way I am," I said. "Sleeping around with another guy behind your partner's back is inexcusable. But, to be candid, group sex isn't really cheating on your lover so I promised to ask you if you were interested."
"Am I interested? Matter of fact, I am. Those are two hot studs in the other room. I don't see that one little orgy would do any harm. It would please them and could be fun for us. Are you sure you're okay with it?"
"Yeah. As long as we both understand that we're doing it for the sex and nothing more."
"Agreed. To emphasize that it's just for fun, let's make a game of it. They've probably done their thing tonight but they'll be raring to go again in the morning."
We plotted our strategy, set the alarm, and then cuddled up to go to sleep.
At six in the morning, our alarm woke us. We kissed and then grinned at each other in anticipation of the morning's escapade. We didn't dress but went into the bathroom to start the shower. Then, chuckling, we went to the boys' bedroom and slipped in quietly. The two boys were sound asleep, wrapped in each others arms-- symbolic, I thought, of their loving bond. Standing on either side of the bed, we quickly stripped the blanket and sheet off them, exposing their naked bodies. Simultaneously, John shouted, "Up and at `em! Time to rise and shine!"
They both jumped and sat straight up, now wide awake. No doubt they were wondering why the rude awakening. They had the most memorable startled look on their faces. Both had morning woodies. I reached down and held Gary's cock with a firm grip. "Oh," I said. "It looks like you've already risen."
John followed my lead, grasped Levi's hard-on, and said, "They're both primed for action, Mark. What can we do about it?"
"I know just the thing," I trying hard to put on a serious expression. "I've heard that a cold shower is the best thing for a swollen penis." We pulled them out of bed and forced them to march into the bathroom. "Cold shower's all ready," I said. "Get in, boys!"
"NO!" they screamed in unison and tried to break free from our grip as they continued protesting. It was a difficult but we forced them into the shower stall. They were probably surprised and relieved to find the water comfortably warm. But they were obviously more surprised when John and I stepped in after them. It was crowded with four of us in the shower but it maximized the bodily contact.
If they were surprised at the unexpected treatment so far, they must have been astonished when John and I fell to our knees in front of them and immediately tried to swallow their cocks. Hearing soft moans of pleasure above us, I knew that their resistance was over.
After several minutes of sucking their cocks and balls, John said, "Your remedy is not working, Mark. This one's still hard as steel."
"So's this one. Go to plan B!" I exclaimed.
John and I stood. I turned off the shower.
"Plan B?" Levi asked, bewildered.
"Yes. It's an extreme measure but it always works for chronic enlargement of vital organs."
We pulled the boys out of the shower stall, quickly dried off most of their bodies but spent much more time drying off their private parts. Levi, I noted, had a most adorable pucker framed by a fringe of jet-black hair. I fondled his cock more than just drying it and said over my shoulder to John, "Every time I dry this thing, it leaks out more stuff to wipe off."
"Classic symptom of libidonitis," John shot back. "But we've still got time before the blue ball pain sets in." He stood, handed a dry towel to Gary and said, "I'm still wet. Would you dry me off?"
Gary grinned. I think he suspected what plan B might be but was consumed at the moment with the chance to explore John's body. I instructed Levi to dry me off. Both John and I reprimanded them for not doing an adequate job around our crotch to encourage them to spend more time there. By this time, both boys were giggling with delight.
"This one's starting to swell," Levi said, getting into the playful mood.
"Oh my gawd!" John moaned. "Whatever you've got is contagious!"
"Enough," I said. "We have to begin your therapy." John and I guided the boys into our bedroom; they followed willingly. We laid them on the bed, squeezed in on our knees between their legs, and resumed sucking their cocks. When Levi seemed like he was about to cum, I pulled off him and said to John. "Time to intensify the treatment. Activate protocol 69."
"I respectfully disagree, doc," John said to me. "I think this calls for protocol 77."
We had ad libbed with each other well to that point but I was confused. "What's 77?"
"It's a variation of 69 but you get ate more."
After a short delay to process the pun, we all laughed. John and I swung around to present our cocks to the "patients" below us. It was a cacophony of slurping sounds and moans for several minutes. When I sensed Levi was about to cum, I pulled off, just as I had in the shower. I looked over at John and said, "Wanna trade places?" He grinned his assent. As we maneuvered to assault another boy, I noticed Gary had a distinct frown. I didn't ask but I guessed that he wanted John's cock and cum more than mine. Still, he quickly enough took me into his mouth as I tasted him for the first time.
It wasn't long before John whispered to me, "Switch again?"
Levi cried out, "NO! I'm almost there!"
We changed places again. After only a few strokes, Levi stopped sucking me and gushed into my mouth. Gary was not far behind, judging from his scream. When Levi had recovered and I had swallowed the last few dribbles of cum from him, he started to work on me in earnest. I didn't hold back and emptied my balls into his throat. John lasted a little longer than I did.
John and I moved around again and lay next to two very happy young men. "Well, Doctor Edwards," I said. "Do you think we've cured our patients?"
"Perhaps," he said. "I just hope we didn't give them an overdose. It'd be a shame if their penises shriveled up much more. They'd have a hard time peeing. They'd be likely to pull out a hair thinking they had their penis and wet their pants."
We laughed and spent several minutes wrestling with deliberate groping and fondling of each other. I called a halt to the fun by saying, "Okay, guys. Time to get moving. We've got work to do."
"Work?" Levi asked.
"Yeah. We have to launder the bed linens, pack our bags, eat breakfast and lunch, and get to the airport."
"Spoil sport!" Gary groused.
"Not entirely," I replied. "Until we leave for the airport, we're all going to be nudists. Get your eyes full--and your hands if you dare--because the vacation is over."
I led the way to the kitchen where the boys seemed quite happy to help fix breakfast and to blatantly stare at the bare asses and bobbing cocks around them. They also seemed to manage to be where John and I were as we did the laundry and packed our bags, ogling us shamelessly. At one point, Levi and I were alone and he said, "Thanks, Mark, for agreeing to do what we did."
"And my thanks to you, Levi. For making me aware of the difference between making love with a partner and recreational sex."
After lunch, we reluctantly put on our clothes. (Yes, I enjoyed the nudity almost as much as the boys.) We locked up the cabin, and loaded our luggage into Gary's car. On the drive to the airport, John said, "You two guys are a wonderful couple. I hope your love for each other carries through to old age. And for you, Mark, may I always deserve your love; you'll always have mine." I knew the point he was making--that our morning orgy must not affect our devotion to our partners. I hoped the boys recognized it, too. We renewed our love with a long kiss.
From Levi in the front passenger seat we heard, "Hey back there. Kissing is ah right but don't be doin' nothin' nasty! Heah?"
<><><><><>
I moved in with John two weeks after our vacation and put my house up for sale. Levi stayed with us during the next three summers because his unforgiving father made life unbearable for him at home. He frequently visited his mother who came to accept his homosexuality although the visits were always kept secret from his father. Gary was a frequent overnight guest. We had several foursomes during those times with no threat to the love we felt for our life partners.
Both John and I were delighted when the young men graduated with honors from college but saddened that they accepted jobs across the country in Atlanta. Hopefully, we'll stay in touch and be able to coordinate our vacations to enjoy their "companionship."
The end