Dan and Ben at Fifty-five is a sequel to Reunion at Forty-Eight. Some characters from the past have continued into the new stories, some are new. Dan and Ben are still married to women, but their love endures as they evolve into something greater and different since they met to become intimate for the first time at age forty-eight. These new stories are part of the continuing saga exploring how these two men can be friends and lovers. If you find yourself with too many questions about the men and their previous situations, you might want to read the earlier sequence of stories. Or contact me at miwisco@yahoo.com. As always, thanks to Nifty. Please support them. Thanks for reading.
Dan and Ben at Fifty-Five--Chapter One By Ezra Randle
They stood on a private beach on the shoreline of Lake Superior ten miles east of Duluth. Ben's co-worker owned the property and the two bedroom cabin a short walk up the sandy path from the crystal waters. Dan walked to the water's edge. "Definitely worth the drive up. I'm glad you held back on any details before we got here. It's a very nice surprise."
"I'd only seen it in his pictures. It's grander than I could have imagined."
"What's your friend, Gary, charging you?"
"Nothing. Says it's a delayed wedding gift. I'm sure it's more of a `nice to see you back from the dead' gift as well," Ben said referencing his nearly two year recovery from the death of his first wife, Ellie. "He rarely gets to use it because of the distance. He's thinking he might sell it."
"Want to take a walk along the shoreline?" Dan asked.
"Yeah, very much. Gary suggested we gather firewood as we do. Beach fires are part of his favorite memories of the place. And we've got two nights to enjoy."
The breeze blew in from the north, scattering the pesky stable flies inland. The mid-afternoon sun was warm and soon they had removed their shirts. Ben reached for Dan's hand. "I'm sure glad this worked out. I was almost afraid to tell you about it. That you'd given up on me and my schedule. It's been eight months since our last get together."
"To be honest, I was feeling your disappearance was permanent. Like you had no intention of doing something like this again. After our night in Minneapolis a year ago, we kind of made a commitment. As much as two married guys could make. We met a month later, then two months after that, then the winter holidays messed everything up. But after New Year's, you hardly reached out to me. I barely heard from you. I gave up on sending you emails. They all seemed redundant."
"I know. I'm sorry. It just got too complicated."
"Was it with Maureen?"
"Of course, then work piled up. There was the reshuffling of personnel. I thought I might be downsized out. I told you about that."
"Yeah. That better now?"
"Seems so. My boss at HR finally retired with a financial incentive to shove him out the door. I moved up, which made it even harder to get away."
"Everything good for this long weekend?"
"I strategized like hell to make it work. And I'm grateful you kept the date open. Must be hard for you getting away, even though you're on summer break."
"Normally, it would be, but Jenny and her sister are still engrossed in caring for their mother. Me disappearing for five days barely resonated with her. She said she was glad I was getting away."
"I've never asked, but did you consider going back to see your friend, Leonard, after last summer?"
"I did one last time."
"What happened?"
"I told him you and I were back together before we met. Just in case he didn't want to. I wanted to say goodbye. So did he. He'd already moved on in some respects. Even had a few dates from internet contacts. We talked and then agreed to make love one last time. I felt I owed him that."
"Sounds reasonable to me. Putting myself in that situation."
"Yes. He was important to me. I'm sorry to have to let him go. But I did make a promise to you and want to keep it."
"Was it a sad ending?"
"Actually, no. Quite joyous, in fact. We made love, and he grilled us a salmon dinner. I spent the night and we cuddled until we fell asleep. He told me he had nothing but gratitude toward me. He'd learned a great deal about man to man love. He's ready to try it again with someone else."
Ben didn't respond immediately. "Does all of that rub you the wrong way?" Dan said.
"I know it shouldn't, but it does. I have no reason to be possessive of you. You've been more than generous with me. I probably could have found a way to see you more since New Year's, but I didn't."
"I've told you before, Ben, this thing that takes control of my desires is stronger in me than in you. It's probably as simple as that."
Ben squeezed Dan's hand and let it go and picked up several dry branches that had been swept down from the treeline. They turned back actively scavenging for firewood on the return. By the time they had reached their beach, they had enough for the night. "What's your pleasure, Dan, a swim or fix dinner or something else?"
Dan smiled. "Of course, I want to make love with you. I'm not that hungry right now. A swim would be nice. Might be brief if the water's too cold. Lake Superior can get that way."
They retrieved towels and their suits from the cabin. "Want to go in naked," Ben asked.
"I'd love to. Doesn't seem like anyone's around."
They undressed on the beach and tiptoed their way in through the stony shoreline before diving into four feet of water. After the initial shock, they realized the temperature was quite comfortable. They could stand in five feet of water on smooth sand. They slipped under the smooth water and rose again a few feet away. At one point, standing in water at chest level, Ben hugged him. "Man, I've missed your body, Danny. I know you might not believe it, but memories of us got me aroused quite often. Can I kiss you?"
"No need to ask for permission. It's not like we've reached some irretrievable moment in our affair. It's just that I want more. So, yeah, give me some tongue."
They kissed deeply, letting their passions run back in time to their rapturous moments over the past seven years. When Ben felt Dan's cock, that primal urging took hold in Dan, something that only a man's touch could do to him. Something that Ben could do to him more than another man. He reached for Ben's rigid cock and held both of their penises together. "Like I remember it, Danny," Ben said.
Ben grabbed his ass and squeezed the cheeks several times. "The memories of us holding each other's ass are powerful."
"Yeah. I want to give myself to you again."
"Same with me," Ben said. "Did you and Leonard fuck that last time?"
"Want me to tell you the truth or lie?"
"You already spoke the truth with that question. How was it?"
"Bittersweet. I thought about you during it. And I thought about him, too, that it would be our last time. He cried when it was over."
"Wow. I might do the same if you told me you were leaving. I know I've given you a lot of heartache because of my inconsistency, but I never, in a million years, said to myself, `I never want to see you again.' I love you too much for that."
"Thanks, Ben. That means a lot to me. More than you know."
They dried off in the late afternoon sun, totally refreshed after being in the water for thirty minutes. They both knew it was entirely conceivable, given the changing nature of the currents in the lake, that it might be the longest stretch they'd be in the water over the two days. They hoped the water temperature might hold.
The caretaker for the property had been by earlier in the day making sure there was hot water and lights. The home was really more like a cabin in its layout, with a large sitting room merging with the kitchen. Two bedrooms with double beds and a good sized bathroom with laundry facilities completed the main floor. The basement was finished off as a second sitting area with a television and pool table. They admired the simplicity of the place as well as the thoughtfulness of the design. A large screen porch overlooking the teal water added another wing to the house. The caretaker had left a note, reminding them to leave any surplus food and he'd take care of it when he returned a few days after they left.
They were wearing just their swim suits as they examined the home. Ben offered Dan a beer and they sat on the porch overlooking the lake. "Very beautiful setup. Gary is very fortunate to have the place even if he rarely gets to use it," Dan said.
Ben reached over to Dan offering his hand. Dan tipped his can of beer against Ben's. "To you and me."
"Do you recall what you told me at the Hilton when we were about to get up after our afternoon in bed?" Ben said.
"I'm sure I said a lot of things."
"You wanted to hold me one last time. In case it never happens again."
"I'm glad it wasn't the last time. I don't want to put an expiration date on us," Dan said.
Ben squeezed his hand and stood up and dropped his swim suit to the floor. His cock was in resting position. "Nice to be naked with you again. We could probably be naturists until we leave."
Dan tugged his suit off and they held each other looking out into the vastness of Lake Superior which was grand enough to be an ocean. "Any concerns I might have about our longevity pales in comparison to this water. The two of us and our history seem pretty small."
"Yeah. It's easy to forget that. Thanks for reminding me," Ben said. The deep kissing that had been put on pause for over a half a year took hold. "I wanted to hold your hand during the full five hours we were in the car on the way up. When we got here and I looked at the lake, I became overwhelmed. I knew this could wait a while. But I think I'm ready now."
They retreated to the bedroom which had a full panel of glass running from ceiling to floor with a view of the lake. They continued with their kissing, alternating them with glimpses out at the water. "Gary told me I should sleep in this bedroom. I'd appreciate the view. He didn't know I'd be sleeping with another man when he said that. He thought I was headed out for a hubby getaway."
Dan laughed. "We'd both be embarrassed if anyone knew about us."
Ben led him to the bed and they pulled down the covers. The views of the lake from their pillows was almost as good as standing in front of the windows. Dan put his arm around Ben and pulled him close. "Beautiful views. Through the window and next to me in bed."
"You haven't said anything about my recent weight gain."
"How much?"
"Most of the twenty-five I've been fighting to keep off over the past seven years or so. I looked my best the night of our first amorous date, at the Best Western. I was feeling quite proud of myself that night. About my weight anyway."
"Didn't end that well as I recall," Dan said.
"I had good intentions despite my behavior at the end."
"I've forgiven you for all that, Ben. What brought the weight back?"
"Working too much and not exercising enough. I was trying to prove myself to the company. It was clear that either my boss or I was going to get cut from the HR department."
"What happened?"
"I told you he retired but what the bosses told him behind closed doors to get him to take their financial incentives and disappear is a bit of a mystery. He didn't see the writing on the wall, like I did. It just crushed him. I spent about a month consoling him, even though it was pretty clear when he left I'd be replacing him. But it could just as easily been me."
"Yeah. Life is filled with unfairness and uncertainty," Dan said.
Ben nodded. "Yes, I had many nights when I thought I'd be looking for new work."
"Could you retire soon?"
"When I transitioned from Century Life eight years ago, I lost a lot of my pension. I'll have to go until sixty-five now. Unless my salary gets too big and they terminate me, too. How about you?"
"I'm in better shape pension wise. With the state retirement system. Not sure when I'll go. At least to sixty."
"Ever wonder what it will be like when you're seventy? No longer working. Sitting around home all day. Cock only works half the time. Other health shit starts hitting you left and right."
Dan laughed. "Will either of us still be married? Will I still be having sex on a somewhat regular basis or no basis at all? I can count the number of times Jenny and I have had sex over the past year...shit, not more than ten. She's either preoccupied with her mother's wellbeing or working late. I don't mind for the most part, but it would be easy to imagine us in ten years and never having sex."
"It's better than that with Maureen. But it's only a few years into our relationship. We've already slowed down."
"How often?"
"We're pretty good about Saturday night. Anything more is a bonus."
"How often do you jack off?"
Ben laughed. "At least six times a week. Usually at night, after she goes to bed. You?"
"Almost the same. And it's during the same time frame."
"We should do phone sex every night at eleven."
They both laughed as they played with each other's genitals. Neither was hard. "Being naked like this is not enough to get you stiff?" Ben said.
"I'm just getting used to you again. It's taking a while. I will later."
"Know what you mean. We're a bit like an old married couple after not seeing each other for months. Takes a while to crank up the passion."
"It's not automatic. I love touching you naked. When I turn on the spigot, I know it will flow."
Ben's phone rang and he looked at it. "Shit. Better take it. It's Gary."
They talked for several minutes, when Ben said, "Just a minute, Gary, got to turn the burner off. Be right back."
Ben beckoned him to the kitchen. "This is going to take a bit. Work related. My department."
"I'll head outside along the lake."
"Sorry. I'll make it as quick as possible.
"Take your time."
Dan slipped his shorts and a t-shirt on and headed out. He needed some time alone after the nearly six hours in the car with Ben. They talked frequently, but mostly listened to the music Ben compiled on his phone. But now upon arriving at the lake and seeing Ben naked, he was surprised the arousal with Ben was so uneven. In his mind for the past two weeks, just the thought of them together brought him to full attention. His late night masturbation sessions had been intense as he envisioned once again sliding under the spell of Ben's sensuality.
He walked along the beach, casting ready-made pieces of drift wood onto a series of piles as he headed west toward the state forest owned land. There were no other beach houses in this direction nor did he see signs of people. The solitude was immense interrupted only by the sounds of the pipers and herring gulls. When he was younger, he camped quite often at beach campgrounds along Lake Michigan or Superior. Sometimes, before he was married, and later, with Jenny and the two kids. The memories were strong of the four of them, when the kids were eight and six, spending endless hours along shores just like this. His contentment in his nuclear family arrangement was complete at that time in his life. Now he craved this solitude just as much, but with a different sort of family arrangement. He and Ben had become brothers in many ways over the past seven years. Not remotely like his relationship with his own sibling, Darren, two years older than he was. This was a unique sense of camaraderie with a man who knew him better than any other man. And in many ways understood a dimension of his life that no one else did. He thought it unlikely he'd ever meet another man who knew him like Ben did and with whom his sensuous nature could regain itself and unfold in such deep passion. He thought again about why he and Ben weren't clicking as they had the last time they were together on a getaway like this. That time, a day in Eau Claire and a second day in Minneapolis, were not only unique and unplanned, but the rediscovery of each other making the moments together stand out. Why did it feel different this time?
Perhaps the expectations had changed things. They expected the hours together on this trip would reignite things again just as the last time. But there was no law that said that had to happen. He was being absurdly unrealistic. Time changes. Ben was not the same man as he was when they met the last time. Or even when they culminated their friendship with their night in Minneapolis a year ago. Nor was he the same man. He thought of Ben often, but he also missed making love with Leonard. Now that Leonard had moved on, for good reason, perhaps there was someone out there he could love just as much as he loved Ben. Then he smiled at the silliness of his musings. In all likelihood, Ben was a once in a lifetime romance. Other men might be more predictable or more reliable. But none would touch his soul like Ben did.
He turned back toward the cabin. As he neared the fire pit, he gathered as much firewood as his arms could hold and tossed them on the pile near the fire pit. He walked along the shoreline again, looking for the best way to enter the water. When he found a sandy portal free of rocks, he marked the spot with two poles from the wood pile as deep in the ground as he could stake them. He slipped out of his shorts and t-shirt and waded in, sweeping the clear water across his arms to remove the remnants of the firewood from his arms and purging the rest of his body of the salty sweat. He swam out one hundred meters before turning back. The cabin was in view, but there was no sign of Ben. He smiled, eager to rejoin his friend, knowing as he always did, that this meeting could be the last. There had always been this ephemeral sense of time whenever they were together.
As he approached the porch of the cabin still dripping a bit, his clothes in his left hand, he heard the music. Two voices, Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong, blending together. They were among his favorites. He laughed. Almost all the artists he listened to were dead. What did that say about his view of life? He quietly entered the screen porch and tiptoed to the doorway into the cabin proper. Ben's back was to him. He was wearing only a bib style apron, tied into a bow at the tuft of brown hair at his lower back. His fleshy ass cheeks protruded just below the strings of the apron. It was such an amusing sight that Dan laughed and almost broke the silence. He watched Ben as he moved from the sink to the counter to the stove, obviously preparing dinner, wearing flip-flops and at times almost dancing to the music. He snuck in closer to the activity. The music was emanating from a small speaker on the kitchen table. Ben's voice joined Ella and Satchmo's in the lovely lyrics from "Dream a Little Dream of Me." The music was loud enough that Ben did not hear him approach from behind. When Dan was just a foot behind Ben, Dan reached out and slipped his hands across the front of the apron. Ben jumped in surprise as Dan rubbed Ben's tits through the cotton apron fabric. "What are you making, sexy?"
"You surprised me. Pasta. You said you enjoy it."
"Yes. Wonderful." Dan let his hands slide down to the two front pockets of the apron. He felt Ben's testicles through the fabric. "Are you adding meatballs?"
Ben spread his thighs a bit wider. "Something like that. Fresh scallops. Hope you like them."
"Yum. I like thinking of your balls as succulent scallops. You look very cute in the apron and flip-flops."
"There's another apron hanging in the pantry. If you want to join me."
Dan slipped the muslin apron over his head. "Turn around. I'll cinch you," Ben said.
Dan spun around to reveal himself. His apron was cut a bit shorter than Ben's and his cock tip and balls hung below the bottom hem. "How soon for the food?"
"Twenty minutes if you make the salad."
The linguine and scallops were delicious, and the salad was the perfect addition. They shared a bottle of red. "I'm sorry about the phone call earlier. But I needed to take it."
"What was going on with Gary?"
"You'd be amused. Gary is my second in command in HR. For about a month we've been dealing with two workers who are gay and not trying to hide it. Not flamboyant, but very certain and confident in who they are. A group of straight guys has been harassing them, claiming the guys were hitting on them. It was bullshit. But management wants it to disappear softly, without a lawsuit or firing. I thought it had calmed down, but today, one of gay men shoved a straight guy into a wall during lunch. Gary was left picking up the pieces."
"Shit. Would you have done it better than Gary if you'd been there?"
"I don't know. Maybe they thought they could get away with it because I was away. It's been simmering for so long. If it were up to me, I'd move a couple of the straight guys to the evening shift. Shake them up a bit. But the boss doesn't want any of that kind of noise."
"What are the two gay men like?"
"Nice guys. I've talked with them several times to hear their side of it. I believe them about the harassment. They just want to do their work and go home happy each day."
"Are you more sympathetic because of what's gone on with us?"
"I'm sure I am. But probably more because of Peter, Maureen's son. Have I told you about him?"
"Just that she has a son."
"He's known he was gay since high school and has been out since he graduated. He was living with his dad, Maureen's ex, after Maureen split from him. Everything seemed fine until Peter came out to him. His dad tolerated him for a while, then booted him out and he came to live with us. Which was fine, though it put a crimp on our newly married lifestyle. We've adjusted. I've set him up in the basement bedroom. He has his own bathroom down there. There's even a small kitchen for his own use. And I have come to like Peter a great deal."
"How old is he now?"
"A very mature twenty. I'm shocked his dad has given him such a rough time, though Peter says it's been going on for two years. He's a sweet kid. Very responsible. His dad hates him for just one reason. And he can't get over it. Made me realize that bigots, like Peter's dad and these assholes at work, sometimes a need a kick in the ass to change. Which is why I'd have no problem getting tough with these straight guys at work. Even if I had to recommend firing them. But it's more complicated than that. Union stuff and not wanting to let it get out to the press. Plus my job is not to get people fired but to resolve differences. Every workplace is so complicated these days. All I can do is educate."
"Interesting stuff."
"Yeah, the Ben from ten years ago could not have handled this very well."
Throughout the meal and conversation, Dan had enjoyed Ben's lively insights. Much as he had always enjoyed that aspect of him, even when they were nineteen. He told his workplace stories with humor and empathy. There was also a certain fatalism, that some people just won't learn. Ben was matter of fact about all of this. "Do you carry much around with you mentally when you leave the work place?" Dan asked.
"This has been the worst of it. That it has happened to me after all the time we've spent together is certainly amusing when I think about it. Judging from the smile on your face, I'd say you were amused."
Dan looked out the window at the fading light. "Let's get these dishes done and start a fire."
"How about I clean up and you start the fire?" Ben said.
"You made the mess. I should give you a hand mopping up."
They stored the leftovers and quickly cleaned up. As they changed out of their aprons, Ben pulled Dan to him and kissed him. "Hey, maybe you're not feeling as affectionate as usual. If that's the case, that's OK. We'll adjust. Just want to let you know I'm glad I'm here with you."
"Me, too. I'll tend to the fire. Bring some towels and a flashlight."
It took Ben twenty minutes to make his way down. He remembered some old beach blankets he had tossed in his car yesterday. And he wanted to clean himself out. In case they had a repeat of their sexual activity of a year ago. Their two subsequent meetings had been filled with passionate sex, but neither of them topped the other. He was hoping tonight might be a return to that incredible moment at the room in the Hilton in Minneapolis. Just hearing that Dan had fucked Leonard in their final meeting had brought the possibility to his thinking. But based on how the day had gone, he doubted Dan was interested.
The fire was already blazing when he stepped down from the porch. Dan was busy tending it, breaking some of the longer branches into shorter sections, totally engrossed in the process. He enjoyed watching him from the near darkness. There were times when he thought about being a single man. What if he hadn't fallen for Maureen and married her? Could he ever have taken up with a man like Dan? Unlikely. He was too wedded to the ideas of heterosexual monogamy. What he was doing with Dan was something he had grown to accept as merely stepping outside of the mainstream. He had witnessed Orvy and Roland establish their version of a mainstream identity, but that was not him. Just because he had sexual desires for Dan didn't mean he was going to be a gay man in a gay marriage. That would take more conviction than he had, explaining himself to so many people. In the process, losing a number of friendships--possibly including his own children. But when he let himself drift into a "what if" moment, Dan was the only man he could imagine partnering with.
Dan had put his shorts and t-shirt back on. Ben realized he had not. He had become used to his nudity as he did other tasks throughout the day. "Nice bed of coals. Wood burns easily?" Ben said.
"Yes. Caught right away. I think it's set until we decide we no longer need it."
Ben spread two twin size blankets next to each other and threw a handful of beach towels on them. "Where did you get the blankets?" Dan asked.
"Brought them from home. Figured they might come in handy. Want to take a dip before it gets any later?"
"Yeah. Very much. The fire's OK on its own."
Dan stripped and led Ben down the beach to the spot he'd marked with the two poles. "It's sandy here. Easy entry without stepping on the stones. Follow me."
He took Ben's hand and led him into the deeper water. They stood in four feet with the sandy bottom at their toes. They descended into the dark water and rose next to each other. "It's marvelous having this bathing pool out our back door. We're so lucky its warm enough to linger."
Ben draped his arm around Dan's shoulders. "Yeah. This is heavenly. Danny, before when I said maybe you weren't sure you were ready to make love, I didn't mean we couldn't have some fun finding out."
"I know. I'm very ready. I've been thinking about you as I made the fire."
They kissed and their force blended together into a loving embrace. Soon they were holding each other tightly, the water creating a bed of delight. "Glad we both like being in this water. It wouldn't be much fun if one of us didn't," Ben said.
They touched each other under the water and both of them were fully erect. "Happy to see Willy as eager as I am," Dan said.
"I was hard most of the time I was fixing supper. Thinking about something like this. I know I stained the apron with my precum. I'll have to make sure I wash it out before we leave. Gary would never understand."
"I don't really see signs of a married couple up in the cabin. Seems quite Spartan."
"Know what you mean. He said if the caretaker hadn't made up the beds, it would look like nobody ever came here."
"Is he a single guy?"
"Yeah. Tells me all the time about two women he's dating. Asking for advice since I went through a search after Ellie died."
"Think he might be gay underneath it all?"
Ben laughed. "I try not to think that way about unmarried men I know. Wouldn't be a healthy thing to do."
They frolicked in the water. At one point, Dan submerged himself and sucked Ben's cock. When he surfaced, Ben said, "Nice trick. Let me try."
They repeated the action a number of times until Ben pushed his backside toward Dan's front and Dan's cock slipped between Ben's cheeks. "Now that's a position I remember well," Ben said. "I'd like to feel you there for a while."
They stood like that, Dan holding Ben's chest, until Ben pointed to the sky. "Look at that."
Green and purple streaks edged their way into the horizon that seemed to stretch into infinity over the big lake. Before Dan could even comment on the streaking northern lights, the full northern sky was suddenly aflame with beauty. "My God, I've seen them before, but nothing like this," Dan said.
"Amazing. Simply amazing," Ben said.
They stood in the same pose, Ben's ass against Dan's cock, as they watched the exploding colors reach far beyond the north, covering the entire sky above them. Purples, reds, greens and yellows bled into each other, firing bolts of color, repetitively, sometimes intensely, then wavering in color, only to blaze again in even deeper, pulsating color. They watched for thirty minutes until Dan whispered, "I'm getting chilled. Let's watch from the blankets."
They quickly walked to the poles designating the sandy portal. Ben handed Dan a towel as they watched the sky. Dan tossed a few chunks of wood on the fire, and they sat on the blankets and continued with the celestial show. Ben said, "Get up for a minute. Let's turn the blankets."
They turned the blankets ninety degrees so that when they stretched out on the blankets, Dan cuddling Ben from behind, they were gazing into the northern skies. "Danny, this is so spectacular. A once in a lifetime type of moment."
"Yeah, it is. You OK with this position?"
"Will you come into me as we watch?"
"You sure?"
"Never surer. I've been wanting you in there for months. There is some lube in the pocket of my swim trunks."
As the aurora flashed and blazed above them, Dan fingered Ben's hole, stretching and lubing him. He lathered his cock and placed it in between Ben's ass cheeks. It slid easily along the taint and across Ben's anus. When he stopped at Ben's opening and pushed slightly, Ben moaned, "Yes, come inside."
Dan took his time entering Ben, and then they lay holding each other fucking slowly or just resting as they took in the flashing sky. "Close your eyes, Danny, and tell me what you see," Ben said.
"I see the same flashing under my eyelids as I do looking up into the sky."
"Me, too, like I don't have to look up. The sexual pleasure is bringing hallucinations."
They lost track of how long Dan stayed inside him. If Dan felt his cock was losing some girth, he slid in an out a few times to bring it to a full erection again. The air cooled a bit, so Dan reached over and grabbed the extra blanket and spread it over them. "You've thought of bottoming like this again?"
"Yes, often. Of another man taking control during sex. Of my yielding to his passion. It's so different than with a woman. You make me feel like a different type of lover."
They made love for an hour. During one of the surges of his erection, Dan felt like he was almost over the edge. "I could cum with just a bit more."
"Feel my cock," Ben said.
It was fully erect, leaking a steady stream. "You're ready, too?"
Ben laughed. "Been ready for a while. I'm glad you delayed."
Dan stroked Ben's delicious cock as he thrusted deeply into Ben. "I'm cumming. With all my love, Ben," Dan said.
"Yes, fill me with your love."
Ben stroked his cock as Dan shouted, "O, fuck. It's never been like this."
Ben filled his hands with his own semen. They both licked it as Dan remained erect inside of Ben. They looked up at the sky and the colorful pulsing had reached its peak. Then suddenly, the lights began a retreat. Within five more minutes, they had vanished yielding the sky to the stars on this moonless night.