Again, I preface this with this disclaimer. These writings are true; actual experiences from my life over the past several years, and lately, with my life partner. This is not fiction. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As I ended chapter 20, Matt and I were on our way to Hawai'i in my/our private jet. I thought now would be a good time to describe this plane, since I did give a hint of what it is like in my last writing. The plane is a DC-10, which my father had converted to private service. He had "inherited" the plane from his father, my grandfather, when he took over the company at my grandfather's retirement. So, let me describe it as it is today. At the very back of the plane is our private bathroom, complete with shower, jacuzzi, commode, sink and vanity. It is like a bathroom in any home, except on a plane. It is accessible only through our private bedroom, no outside access from the rest of the plane. The plane has water tanks and water heaters in the cargo hold, so we are able to take hot showers or use the jacuzzi at any time. Because it is in the back of the aircraft, there are only two windows, one on either side, but my father had them changed from the little round ones that usually come in this aircraft to larger, rectangular shaped ones.
Forward of the private bathroom is our bedroom. It is carpeted with a thick, plush carpet, has a queen size bed, two easy chairs, coffee table, end tables, a davenport, end tables with lamps, and directly in line of the foot of the bed, but at the opposite end of the bedroom, a large entertainment center with a tv, vcr, cd player and state of the art stereo system. There is also a satellite telephone system on board, with phones in every area of the plane, so we can make and take calls in any part of the plane, including the bathroom. My Dad thought of everything when he was upgrading this plane. Forward of the bedroom, which as I mentioned before, has an entry that automatically locks when we enter, is the office that my father used. Actually, it is so large, that it was used as the "flying boardroom", because he often went on business trips and sometimes took the board members of the company along so that business deals could be hammered out on the flight and then they were ready to deal with clients when they arrived at their destination. Dad also had his desk and computer in this room, and that is where I do a lot of my dealing and working when in flight. Forward of the boardroom, there is seating for about a dozen people or so. This is not typical airline seating, but plush, leather easy chairs that can be turned to face just about any direction, and can recline also, if someone wants to take a nap. There is also an entertainment system in this area. This is the area where the board members usually are when going on business trips. There is also, just forward of this area, a bathroom for use by anyone, including the crew, which is nicer than what is on regular passenger planes. It is furnished with a shower (for long trips), a sink and vanity and a commode. So crew members and board members and guests have their own facilities. Finally, there is the kitchen, which is a full size kitchen, including a refrigerator/freezer, stove, dishwasher, and of course, all the small appliances and utinsels needed for a kitchen. Of course, all the furniture and appliances are fastened down so nothing moves around in flight, especially if we hit turbulence. So, this plane is literally, a flying home. My dad also made some changes to the cargo hold. This is where the water tanks and water heaters are located. He also configured part of this area to accommodate four cars, he was of the mind, that if he could take his cars with him, he didn't need to put out money to rent one when he reached his destination. And, since this is a DC-10, the cargo hold was large enough to do this, and the weight was not a problem, since if the plane was loaded with a couple hundred passengers and their luggage in passenger service, it surely could handle a couple of cars and just few people in private service. And, as it turns out, he was right. He just had a extra door put into the belly of the plane, with a ramp that came down under the tail of the plane, and the cars could be driven right up into the plane and locked down in place, no problem. So, that is what the plane consists of. We usually fly with a crew of six or seven, depending on the length of the trip: pilot, co-pilot, a couple cabin attendants, and a couple of people to man the kitchen.
Well, we are on our way to Hawai'i, as I said before. We have gone to the bedroom and sacked out, since we had been up most of the night before. We manage to get in a couple of hours of sleep when the pilot comes on the p.a. system and announces that we are a couple hours from Honolulu. As I turn over to awaken Matt, I notice that he has an erection, so I decide I will awaken him with a blow job. I move slowly, careful not to make the bed bounce, and slowly lower my head down to his cock. I lightly flick my tongue across his cockhead, it twitches and jerks out of reach, so I have to move my head again to get to it. I flick my tongue across his cockhead again, and it twitches again, but this time, I am able to keep it within range by keeping my tongue on it and steadying it where it is. Slowly, I lower my mouth down over his cock, until I feel his cockhead fully inside my mouth. I close my lips around his cock and let my tongue start to roam around his cockhead, and I can feel his cock start to engorge inside my mouth. "Don't stop now" I hear, and I know that I have awakened him. I let go of his cock long enough to tell him that I don't intend to, but also that we have only a couple hours or less before we will be landing. "In that case, let's make the best of it" he says. I agree, and swing myself around so my cock is in his face. We roll over onto our sides, now in the 69 position, except we are laying down. I spread Matt's legs apart, my head between them, resting on his left leg, his right one resting on my shoulder. He had done the same with me at his end. I have his cock deep in my mouth, as he also has mine in his mouth, and we just relax and make love to each other this way. Matt's rosebud is very close to me and very accessible in this position, and I am able to insert my finger inside his love tunnel and find his postrate, which I start to massage for him. Taking the cue from me, he does the same to me. This gets things really going, and soon, we are shooting our love juices down each other throats. Matt is starting to withdraw his finger, but since I am not doing the same, he keeps his finger inside my love tunnel. I am trying to get everything out of him I can, so I am massaging his postrate to keep the juices flowing. Finally, Matt releases my cock long enough to tell me that he is done, there is no more to be had. So, I withdraw my finger and just work on his balls a little bit. Matt knows that I still have some juices to give, and he keeps his finger in my love tunnel, massaging my prostate until he cannot get any more out of me. I tell him that it's time to quit, it is starting to hurt a little bit, so he withdraws his finger, but like me, continues to work my cock and balls over.
Finally, I turn around so we are now facing each other. I take his face in my hands and place a kiss on his lips, letting my tongue inside his mouth and he responds in like manner. We can taste our own sperm in each other's mouths, it is good. "Well Matt, I guess we are now members of the 'Mile High Club', huh," I say to him. He looks at me and asks what that is. I explain to him, we have had sex on an airplane while in flight, hence the "Mile High Club" name. Then I tell him we have to get ready for landing, so we better quick shower and get dressed so we can get seated and fasten our seatbelts. We have a busy day ahead of us. So, we head for the bathroom, while Matt is showering, I shave, and then we exchange places. Matt is taking a little longer to shave, so when I get out of the shower, I step behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. "Matt, I love you so much," I tell him. "I know that, but we have to get ready for landing, you told me that a few minutes ago, so don't get other things on your mind now," he replies. I know he is right, so I don't do what I was planning, like push my tool into his love tunnel. I know if I start that, we will be still at it when the plane is descending for landing, and that isn't always the best thing to be doing, we should be strapped into our seats at that point.
We go back to the bedroom and get dressed, then go forward to the seating area and sit down next to each other and get our seat belts fastened. I ring for a cabin attendant. A good looking man responds and I ask him if we can have something to drink, or is the kitchen locked down for now. He says he can still get us something, so we each order a soft drink. While waiting for him to return, I buzz the pilot to find out our position, we are just twenty minutes from landing. The cabin attendant returns with our soda pop and leaves to take his position and fasten his seat belt. After he leaves, Matt turns to me and remarks that he thought the guy was good looking, wonders what I think. I tell him that I noticed also, and wonder if he might be gay also. Matt says that since we are alone on the plane, it wouldn't hurt to ask, we wouldn't be talking in front of a plane load of people. I tell him to cool his jets, there is plenty of time to find these things out, since the same crew will be flying us back to the mainland after our vacation.
We finally land at Honolulu. The nice thing about having a private jet, one doesn't have to go through all the hassle of security and baggage check-in/pickup. The plane taxi's to a terminal set up for private jets, the ground crew brings one of those motorized ladders to the plane and the door is opened and we are able to get out with out waiting for anyone else. We wait while our car is unloaded from the cargo hold, and then the driver opens the door and lets us in. After we are settled in, he asks where we are going. I tell him to take us to the penthouse first, since our meeting isn't going to happen for a couple of hours yet. By "the penthouse" I mean the place that my grandfather had purchased a few years ago before he died. That came with the estate that I inherited upon his death. It is located downtown on the top floor of one of the office buildings and comes with a private elevator and is completely furnished and staffed. It has a panoramic view of everything, there are windows on all four sides, so there is a magnificent view from every room in the place, including the kitchen.
We arrived at the penthouse, I told the driver to be back in a couple of hours. Matt and I went up to the penthouse where we were greeted by the caretaker. I made introductions and let the caretaker know that he was to treat Matt just as he treated me, that Matt would be staying here with me and should be treated accordingly. Then I asked if we could have a light lunch before I had to go to my meeting. "No problem," he says and disappears through a door into the kitchen. I proceed to show Matt around the place, there is a large living room with a fantastic view of Waikiki to the east and the mountains to the north. The bedrooms are on the west side of the building, with views of the mountains and the ocean beyond Pearl Harbor and the airport. The dining room and kitchen are on the south side, also with ocean views and downtown Honolulu at our feet. All the rooms except one of the bedrooms are corner rooms, so there are huge views from every room for miles. I tell Matt that if he wants to go shopping for clothes without me, he can, since I have a meeting to attend, but it should only be an hour or so. So, if he wants to wait for me, we can go together. In that case, he can take a shower and take a nap after we have our lunch, or he can go shopping, or if he doesn't want to go shopping, he can just go exploring, except he better memorize the address of the building and try not to get lost. He says he is going to stay in and wait for me. Lunch is announced and we go to the dining room and have our lunch. While there, we are talking about different things, and I ask him what he would think about moving over here permanently. It is something I have wanted to do for quite some time, and now that I have the means to do it, does he want to make the move with me? He has family to think about, so if he doesn't want this, it's okay by me. I want to be with him, but I want him to be happy with me also. He says he will think about it and maybe can answer that when I get back from my meeting. I'm okay with that, so I get ready for my meeting and leave him for a while.
I get back from my meeting and Matt meets me at the door of the elevator. He has a big grin on his face, I am wondering what is up. He says "Remember the question you asked at lunch?" I say "Yes." He replies that he is agreeable to moving over here, but what are we going to do about the cars and the house back on the mainland? I ask him if he is sure, because if he is, I can get my lawyers in action to sell the property back home and we can send the plane back to get the cars. We hadn't brought his Jaguar with us, nor my car, just the limousine, not that it was a stretch job, it was just a plain Lincoln Town Car with darkened glass and a glass panel between the driver's seat and the back seat. Also, it did have a phone in the back, but that was the only thing that made it less a plain car and more a limousine. So, I told him we would go shopping and get him some clothes, since we were going to be here for a while, and I needed some clothes also. Then, we would sit down and make up a list of what we wanted in our house, and how big it should be, and then see about getting a contractor to build for us, since I was pretty sure that what we wanted would have to be custom built. Pretty sure, but there was an of chance that we could find something on the market also.
Well, we did our shopping, and came back to our place with enough clothing, swimwear and shoes to almost fill one of the closets in the bedroom. We each had a closet in the master bedroom, but since we are just about the same size, we can wear each others clothes, so we just put everything in one closet. The only thing we don't share is shoes and underwear, not that either of us wears underwear a lot. By the time we get everything put away, it is getting late, so we go out to one of the local eateries for dinner. Then, we walk around for a while, exploring the neighborhood, noting where shops are and places we want to come back to and browse through. We finally go back to our place and head for the bedroom. The staff is gone for the evening, so we undress as we head for the bedroom, by the time we get there, we are both naked. I head for the bathroom off the master bedroom to the right, it has a northern and western view, we can watch the sunset from the jacuzzi. I turn the water on to fill the jacuzzi and when it is full, we get in. It feels so good to just lay back and relax after being on the go all day. Matt is sitting in the opposite end from me, facing me. As we watch the sun go down, I motion him to come over to me. I spread my legs apart and he slides in between them, his back to me and I wrap my arms around his chest. He is snuggled up close to me, my legs are around him and the water is bubbling all around us. Life is good. We watch the sunset, and then it gets dark. I click on a remote that is near my arms and soft lighting comes on, and then I click another button and the stereo system comes on with soft music. I get my hands wet and start to massage Matt's chest, slowly moving over his pecs, tweaking his nipples. They become erect, and I just flick my fingers over them, letting them snap back up to attention as my fingers pass over them. Slowly but surely, I am lengthening my strokes, getting closer to Matt's rod. As my hands slip into the water, I can feel his rod is already fully engorged, his cockhead is just above the surface of the water, disappearing every once in a while into the bubbles. I play with his tool, squeezing it at the base, capturing his balls in my hands and playing with them, then slowly going back up his abs, pressing in on them. I can feel the muscles flexing beneath his skin, he is all muscle. I move slowly up his abdomen, stopping to play at his navel, then up his chest to play with his nipples some more. Matt is starting to groan, he leans his head back and we kiss deeply. Since I am behind him and he is up against me, he can't do anything with my equipment, but I feel him starting to move his hands up and down my thighs, playing with my legs. I can feel my tool trying to harden, but I have to adjust my body so that it is straight up between my stomach and his back. I get that done and then we can go back to stroking each other. I nibble his ears, probing inside with my tongue, nibbling his ear lobes and on his neck. I feel his cock, it is fully engorged, I can feel it throb in time with his heart beat. I let the fingers of one hand trace over his hairless pubic area, I feel his cock twitch as I touch this sensitive area. I am not ready to have him cum yet, so I am very careful of what I do. I want this first night in paradise to be memorable. Then, Matt pulls away, I am wondering what is wrong. He slides forward, then lifts his legs up out of the water and turns around on his butt, supporting himself with his hands. Now, he is facing me, but he is in the middle of the jacuzzi. He takes my legs in his hands and pulls me toward him until my legs have enfolded him around the hips, and his legs are under mine, enclosing my butt. Our cocks are now almost together, and we are able to hug each other face to face, with our nipples touching each other and our cocks and balls together. Matt pulls my face toward him and plants his lips on mine, his tongue is inside my mouth, and I reciprocate. He then starts to kiss my face, going to my nose, my eyes, my forehead, my chin. Then he turns my head and nibbles on my ear lobe, exploring my ear with his tongue, just as I had done to him. While he is doing this, his hands are running through my hair, he is pressing my face into his. I have my hands on the back of his head, I am running my fingers through his hair also. We are kissing each other all over our faces. Finally, Matt comes up for air, so to speak. "That was good," he says. Then, he slowly pushes on my chest, forcing me to lay back. I let myself go and lay back against the end of the jacuzzi. Matt slides up as far as he can and starts to massage my chest, playing with my nipples, then my navel and then stroking my pubes, which are also hairless. Both of us now are fully aroused, our nipples are standing fully erect and so are our cocks. Matt grasps both of our cocks in his hands, he needs both hands to do this, since we each have large cocks. Slowly, he starts to use his hands to jack us both off, he strokes up and down the full length of our cocks with his hands, and as we both start to leak pre-cum juices, he brushes his thumbs over our cockheads to take the juices and lubricate our cocks even more. I can see his abs start to tense up, I am pretty sure he is about to cum, I know I am. My back arches upward and just as I think I can't hold back any longer, both of us release our loads. Love juice shoots from both our cocks, straight up into the air and arcs back downward, his lands on my chest and mine lands on his chest. He keeps stroking our cocks together, milking every last drop out. Then, we slide back together, we hug, and our juices mix together on our chests. After I get my breath back, I ask Matt "Where did that come from?" "What?" he asks. I say "That idea you just pulled off." "Well, we were sitting there with my back on your chest, me between your legs, and I wasn't able to to anything with you except play with your legs, or lean back and kiss you, so I thought if I turned around, we would be more accessible to each other, and the rest, well, nature just took over." "Well, it was just great," I told him. "I'll have to let you come up with some more ideas from now on. For now, lets just relax and submerge a little and clean ourselves off here." And with that, we both slid down until we were almost completely underwater and let the bubble action clean our chests off. By now, we had been in the jacuzzi for about 1/2 hour or so, so I said it was time we took a real shower and hit the sack, it is getting late, and we have things to do tomorrow.
We got out of the jacuzzi, I turned it off and opened the drain. We went to the shower and got in together, it is large enough to have three or four people in it, and has three walls full of shower heads plus a couple of overhead shower heads. I turned everything on, we are getting bathed with water from all directions, it's almost as good as being in the jacuzzi. The shower can also be used as a steam room, but I don't have the steam turned on for now. However, there is a two level bench in there for use with the steam accessory. With the water going, I use a wash cloth to bathe Matt's body, he in turn does me. I turn the water off, and then we step out of the shower and towel our bodies off. Matt turns his back to me and I dry his back, paying special attention to his ass crack and his balls. Then, I turn around and he does the same for me. I open one of the drawers in the vanity and bring out a bottle of body spray. I spray Matt with it, top to bottom, both front and back, then I ask him to do me. Then, we rub each other down with our hands. It is very sensual, and by the time we are done, we both are fully erect again. I think it is two fold; in response to our hands rubbing each other, and also because of the tingly sensation from the body spray.
We leave the bathroom and go to the bed. It is a queen size heated water bed with silk bedding and a down comforter on it. I pull back the comforter and we lay on top of the sheets. Immediately we come together in a hug, kissing each other and exploring each others bodies, like we had never been together before. I guess being in a new location or new surroundings does that to you, really brings out the romance. The warmth of the bed added to our arousal, and in no time, we were fully engaged in making love to each other. Matt got to his knees and with his hands, started to turn me over. I knew what he wanted, so I rolled over onto my stomach. He reached between my legs, under my pubes and pulled my cock and balls straight down between my legs. Then, he laid down with his head between my thighs, taking my cock in his mouth and down his throat. He did this for some time, sucking my cock while it was pulled down straight. There is no way a guy can cum with his cock pulled straight down like that, at least I can't do it, and Matt knew that. He was alternately playing with my balls and sucking my cock like this, until I started to moan and ask him to let me cum. Then, he stopped and started to play with my rosebud, spreading my ass cheeks apart and lubing my love tunnel up with his saliva. Soon, I felt his cockhead at the entrance to my love tunnel. As he started to push in, I pushed back, and his cock shot inside of me like a rocket. I think he was in six inches before his cock stopped. He slowly pulled back until only his cockhead was inside me, then pushed back in. Slowly, he started to speed up his thrusts, and with each thrust, my ass juices were lubing his cock, and he was going deeper inside me with each thrust. I wasn't sure if I should raise my ass up off the bed for him or just lay there and possibly just squeeze real hard when he pushed inside and hold him there. My ass muscles are strong enough that I can grasp his cock that way and hold him inside, and he has to really work hard to pull back out. But, I wanted to feel his cock deep inside, so I slowly raised up so that I was supporting myself on my elbows, and I was on my knees, so my ass was now level with his cock. Now, instead of going up and down, he was going back and forth horizontally. I am now able to look back underneath myself. I can see my cock and balls swinging back and forth with each of his thrusts, my cock is starting to leak pre-cum juices again. Just as I am noticing that, Matt reaches around my waist and grasps my cock in his right hand. He feels the pre-cum juices and instantly, starts to spread it over my cockhead with his thumb, and then he proceeds to start jacking me off. Now, with my cock in his hand and out of the way of my sight line, I can see his balls slapping into my ball sac. His balls are hanging a little lower than mine, so each time they smack into mine, mine come forward and slap into my pubes. I have never had Matt make such violent love to me before, he is really going for it this time. I am enjoying watching the action from my vantage point underneath, I can see his cock at times, as he pulls all the way out and prepares to push back in, and then I can watch as our ball sacs slap together. Then, I see Matt's balls almost disappear as he is getting ready to cum, and when he next slams all the way into me, I squeeze my sphincter muscle tight on his cock, he can't get out now, I have some sort of control. He is in farther than I can remember him ever being before, and as he starts to growl, I feel his love juice spray all over my insides. He is having an enormous orgasm, and now, I am starting one of my own, his hand is still working on my rod, and even though I am squeezing his cock, I find myself shooting my load into his hand. It feels like forever before we have emptied our loads, Matt into me and me into his hands and on the sheets. I relax my ass muscles as I feel Matts cock soften, but even then, as he tries to pull out, he is still large enough that I have to push to get his cockhead out. As his cock flops down in front of him, I feel some of his love juices running down my inner thigh. Matt sees it and proceeds to wipe it off with his hands, which he then wipes on his chest. I turn over and look at him, he is grinning from ear to ear. I lean toward him, I lick up his cum off his chest, then lift my face toward his and kiss him, letting him taste his own cum. "Matt," I say, "that was the absolute best loving you have ever given me. Thanks, stud muffin." He looks at me, I can see his eyes are full of love. "You aren't upset that I took charge tonight?" he asks. "Of course not," I reply, "I have been waiting for you to assert yourself for so long, I am so glad it finally happened. We are in an equal relationship here, no one is always the initiator, no one is always the giver and the other always the taker. I want our relationship to be as close to 50/50 as we can make it. If you want to take the initiative, do it, don't wait for me. I thoroughly enjoyed the way you just took over tonight. Now, I know you can do it, so feel free to do it more often, okay, my little stud muffin?" (not that Matt is little, we are both about the same size in every department, he is just younger than I, so I call him that, and he doesn't seem to mind at all, since he calls me his stallion.) By now, it is closing in on 11 p.m., so I lay back down. Matt lays down beside me, and then I realize that the lights are still on. I get up and shut the lights off and go back to the bed. As I get into bed next to Matt, he pulls my face down to his and gives me a hard kiss on the lips, and then says "I love you, Dave." I can feel wetness on his face, he has tears running down his cheeks. "What's wrong, Matt?" "Nothing, I'm just so lucky to have you in my life, and I don't want it to end." I get up on one elbow and brush away his tears. "It's not going to end Matt, unless you end it. Okay? This is final and forever. I love you, and I want you in my life too. Now, let's get some sleep, we have a busy day tomorrow, if we wake up early enough." "Thanks Dave, for loving me like you do." he says. I lay back down, and Matt snuggles up next to me, his back up against my chest, my arms are wrapped around him. I hold him close and squeeze hard as I hug him. My cock is in his ass crack, but I am not going to do anything about it now, I want this moment of closeness to last. Matt shifts his body, lifts his leg and pulls my cock between his legs. Now, my cock is out in front of him, next to his cock. He lowers his leg, locking my cock in position. I reach down and stroke his cock, I can feel my cock nestled into his ball sac. I can bring my cock up to the point where our cockheads are touching. I rub them together a little bit, just enough to cause a little friction. Then, I stop, and return my hand up to Matt's chest with the other hand, once again my arms are wrapped around him, my hands are clasped in the middle of his chest, and as we head off into sleep, I squeeze him tightly against me. I think this is going to be the best thing we have done, moving out of my grandparents house and getting our own place.
I awaken in the morning, sleeping in the same position as when we fell asleep, my arms still around Matt, holding him close, and surprisingly, my cock still between his thighs, and completely limp, as is his. We must have really given our rods a workout last night, usually, when we sleep like that, our tools are ready to go at it again in the morning. But, I like the feeling I have this morning, knowing for sure that we are both in this relationship for the long haul. I gently shake Matt awake, he looks around with a puzzled look, and then remembers where we are. He turns to me and smiles. I lean down and kiss him. "Good morning, stud muffin." "Yeah, it is a good morning, and last night was good too," he says. "It certainly was," I reply. "But, now it's time to get up and get going. We have places to go, things to do, and people to see, as the saying goes." We head for the shower and get ready for the day. After we are dressed, we head for the kitchen and Matt starts prowling through the pantry and checking the refrigerator contents out. "Not much here for breakfast," he says. "Yeah, we have to go shopping today and get some groceries, should have done that last night, but sort of got sidetracked, didn't we." Matt looks at me and grins. "Yeah, I guess you could say that, althought I really enjoyed that trip down the sidetrack." "So did I," I tell him. "Tell you what, why don't we go out for breakfast, then we can go grocery shopping and then sit down and see if we can draw up a list between us of what we want in our house over here, then we can figure out if something is for sale here that meets our requirements, or if we have to hire a contractor to build one for us. But, then, we would have to buy a piece of property also, and I don't know if there is a lot of vacant land for sale around here, at least not what I want."
"What do you want?" Matt asks me. "I want beachfront property, privacy, private beach, with a great ocean view, but a place that is not easily accessible by the public. Is that too much to ask?" "Well, I don't think so, I was thinking along the same lines myself, but like you said, maybe it's not here to be had." "So," I reply, "let's get breakfast and grocery shopping out of the way, then we can start our plans and see if what we want on our wish list is available."
We go out for breakfast at one of the local hotels, buffet is fine with both of us, so we do that, lots of choices for one low price. After that, we drive across town to a shopping mall where there is a large super market and do our grocery shopping. When we check out, I tell Matt that I think we got enough food for three weeks in this one trip. He laughs and says that's okay, it means we don't have to waste time shopping for groceries for a while. I fully agree, and since he likes to cook, I know that we are going to have some very interesting meals, since he put a lot of different types of veggies and fruits in the shopping cart. We checked out with a couple hundred dollars worth of food, but then prices are higher in Hawai'i for everything.
After getting back to our place, we sat down at the dining room table with some real estate magazines we had picked up at magazine racks along the street, and then started to make our lists of what we wanted in our house. I told Matt that we should have more than two bedrooms and bathrooms, because if his family were to come over, I would want them to have their own bedrooms and bathrooms. So, we finally decided that we should have at least five bedrooms in addition to our master bedroom. Also, we should have an equal number of bathrooms, so that each bedroom had it's own bathroom. This would give everyone privacy and access to a bathroom at all times. Since Matt's complete family (parents & siblings) might come at the same time, this would give them all the room and privacy they needed. I said the rooms should all have an ocean view, so maybe the house should be a two level house, with all the bedrooms facing the ocean. Then, we went on to the rest of the house. The kitchen and dining room should be together, the dining room is going to be on the ocean side, the kitchen will be facing inland. We can't have all the rooms facing the ocean, this would make for an extremely long, narrow house. As it is, we are going to have at least two levels. The entrance will be from the land side, with a foyer leading to the great room, again, with an ocean view. So, the dining room is to the right of the foyer, the great room to the left. There will be a central staircase leading up to the second level. The staircase is to be located in the center of the front entrance, there will be a bathroom to the right of the staircase and closets and storage to the left. The entry or foyer, splits around the staircase.
Upstairs, at the top of the staircase, is a sitting/reading area. To the left of the staircase will be the entrance to the master bedroom. The master bedroom will extend from the ocean side to the land side, the full depth of the house. It will have a large walk in closet with built in storage cabinets, and a large master bathroom. The bathroom is going to be on the corner, so we can have a whirlpool/jacuzzi located right in the corner and the windows will extend from the ceiling down to the top edge of the tub so we can relax in the whirlpool/jacuzzi and take in the view of the ocean and beach at the same time. There is going to be a balcony or deck all across the front of the second level, extending about 10 feet out from the exterior wall. Entry/exit to and from each bedroom will be via this deck. Thus, from the place where the staircase ends at the second level, directly in front of that, there will be doors of some sort leading to the deck and the other bedrooms. This way, each bedroom will be rectangular shaped, extending the full depth of the house, but all will have an ocean view. Right now, it looks like we are looking at a lot of square footage here, and we probably are looking at more than we think we are. We have to take this to an architect to see if it is feasible, we might have to scale back a bit. Plus, we need parking for the cars. So, we spent most of the day, creating our list of things we want in the house. Also, we want a location that would let us have at least a half mile of private beach, that way we can be sure of having extreme privacy. I would also like to have a swimming pool, even though we will be on the ocean, it's not always clean enough for swimming. Sometimes, after a storm at sea, the waves can bring in all sorts of garbage that has been on the ocean floor, so a pool is almost a "must".
Well, it took us all day to get everything together. Now, we have to get our "dream sheet" to an architect to see if this is workable and affordable. Not that I am worried about cost, but if we can find something that is already in existance that is even close to what we want, it would be less expensive to buy that instead of buying property and then building on that. Once we figure out what we are going to do over here, then I can contact my lawyers and have the house sold, and send the plane back for our cars. Not sure what we will be doing about the furnishings yet, will cross that bridge when we get to it, I guess. We stayed in for dinner, Matt decided he wanted to try out the kitchen, so we let the cook go home early. Matt knows his way around a kitchen pretty well, but I was helping out also. Between the two of us, I think we put together a pretty good meal. After dinner, it was still daylight, so we went for a walk on the beach. There are several locations in Waikiki that are "known" gay beaches, so that is where we headed, more or less to be alone and out of the crowds, and to scope out some eye candy. We were not disappointed in that respect, there were good looking bodies all over the place, most clad in very tight fitting swimwear that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and a lot with minimum coverage type thongs on, lots of nice buns. We noticed a few couples openly having sex on the beach, which is a little risky, but since it is mostly a gay hangout, not as risky as the main beaches on "hotel row." There, you would be hauled off to jail, if caught. By the time we got back to our place after dark, both of us were as horny as could be, we practically undressed in the elevator on the way up to our place, which is okay, because it is our private elevator. Matt had his shirt, shoes and socks off by the time we got up to our place, I had my shirt off. As the door to the elevator opened, we kicked our clothes out of the elevator onto the floor of the foyer, then stepped out of the elevator and let it go back down. When the doors closed, I locked the elevator so there was no way anyone could come up. Even though it is a private elevator, staff has keys to come to work, and tonight, nobody was coming to work. I turned to Matt, all he had left on was a pair of walking shorts, and I knew that there was nothing underneath them, I had watched him dress, as he had watched me, and neither of us had put on underwear. I am just surprised that our cocks hadn't been extending beyond the hem of the legs on our shorts as we were walking along that gay beach, but then, maybe they were and nobody said anything. I unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the floor, and as he stepped out of them, he unbuttoned my shorts and let them drop. Then, he knelt down and picked my feet up, one at a time, lifting them out of my shorts and then removing my socks. He stood to his feet facing me. I wrapped my arms around him, holding his warm body close to mine. I could feel his cock between my thighs, he was moving his hips, probing for my love tunnel. I let loose of him with my right arm, dropped it behind me and steered his probing cock to my rosebud. I held it there while he pushed his pubes into mine, and I felt his cockhead against my rosebud, straining to get in. I relaxed, bent at the knees and was able to let him penetrate my love tunnel. I was really surprised that his cock was long enough to do that, but it felt good. "Let me see if I can do that to you," I said. He pulled out and I slipped my cock between his thighs, probing his ass crack. He did as I had done, dropped his hand behind him to steer my cock to his rosebud. I could feel my cockhead at the entrance to his love tunnel, and just as I had done, he bent at the knees a little bit, and my cockhead gained entrance to his love tunnel. Well, in that position, and with just your cockhead inside, there isn't much love making you can do, but it was interesting, that with the 12" length we each have, we could actually access each other's love tunnel facing each other. Of course, you can't get very much depth using that position, but it works for us, at least a little bit. We headed into the bathroom again, but this time, we went into the shower/steam room. I turned on the steam, and while waiting for it to come to a full head and fill the room, we laid on the benches and played with each other. Finally, we had a full steam room, it was steamy enough that we could hardly see each other, even when we were just a few inches apart. Both of us like it that way, it makes for real great sex, and no lubricants are needed. As the steam started to subside (it is controlled by a thermostat), I laid down next to Matt. I had one arm under his neck, and I was stroking his body with the other arm, just tracing my fingertips up and down his body, from his pecs down to his pubes, along his inner thighs and across to the other side and back up. As I went back down, my arm bumped into a very erect cock, and I knew he was ready for what I wanted to do. I let my fingers trace up the underside of his cock, across his cockhead and down the upperside to his groin, then I circled around the base and between his ball sac and his thigh. As I got to the lower part of his thigh, I turned my hand over so his balls were laying in the palm of my hand. I slowly squeezed until he started to moan. I let them go and then repeated it. He moaned again. I traced up the bottom of his cock again, at the top, I felt pre-cum juices exiting his cock. I used my thumb to spread them around his cockhead and he started to moan again. I am pretty sure he is ready now. I slowly move down between his legs, kneeling between them. I lift his legs until they are resting on my shoulders, his hips are resting on the front of my thighs. I press my cock against his rosebud, and then I feel him relax and I am in. I shift my body so I have room to start thrusting my cock inside him. As I do so, my cock slides in deeper, and I feel the warmth of his love tunnel envelope my cock. It feels so hot, and so tight, I love it this way. Slowly, I start pushing my tool into his love tunnel, and since I am already halfway in, it doesn't take long until I am all the way in, my pubes are right up against his ass cheeks. I move a little bit to get a better position, Matt reaches with both hands and spreads his ass cheeks wide apart. As he does that, I push in until there is nothing of my cock visible, I am in further than I have ever been before, and it feels so good. As I start to pull back for another thrust, Matt squeezes his sphincter muscle around my cock, slowing my pull out, but he cannot lock me in like I can him. I pull out until just my cockhead is inside him, then I feel him relax and as he spreads his ass cheeks apart again, I am able to slowly push myself in all the way in one smooth push. Matt keeps his hands on his ass cheeks, keeping them spread apart. I am holding on to his ankles now, as his legs are above my shoulders, and I start to speed up my thrusts, plunging in and out like the wild stallion he calls me. As I hit bottom again, Matt says through short breaths, "Way to go, my stallion, way to go." I pull all the way back, Matt is ready for me. He lifts his ass as high as he can, spreading his cheeks as far apart as he can, then he tells me to let him have it. My cock is throbbing with excitement, ready to unload. I can see the pulsing veins as I am ready to plunge into his love tunnel. My cockhead is so sensitive, I don't know if I will make it all the way before shooting my load. But, Matt is waiting and I am too far gone now. I plunge my cock into him with a roar, and at the same time I feel my sperm being released inside him. Matt lets out a roar and I can feel his sperm shooting out between us, it is spraying all over my abs and dripping from my abs down onto his abs and into his pubes. I use my right hand to completely milk his cock dry, taking the sperm I collect from his cock to my mouth. I lick it off and go back for more. His sperm is starting to trickle down his side along his hips, so before it goes to waste, I catch it up with my fingers, licking my fingers with each batch I can clean up. My abs are covered with his sperm, dripping onto him. I use the palm of my hand to clean my abs off, he takes my hand to his mouth and licks his own sperm off my hand. I then go to his abs and spread his sperm around his abs, licking my hands off as I do so. His navel is full of sperm, I lean over and lick it out. As my tongue touches his navel, his reflex is to inhale, and that causes his muscles to contract and the sperm starts to spill out of his navel. My tongue is there to catch it and bring it to my mouth. It is so creamy, and tastes so good, it is a little salty, but I think that may be from the body sweat we have worked up. I feel my cock softening up, I slowly start to pull out of his love tunnel. Finally, only my cockhead remains inside Matt. He tells me to leave it there, I lay my body down on his, his sperm covered abs and pubes agains mine. We are face to face, my cock still inside his love tunnel. I feel him squeezing my cock with his ass muscles. Then I feel his hand playing with my balls, and then his fingers tracing along the slippery shaft of my cock. He is trying to get my cock erect again by playing with it, and to my surprise, it is working. I can feel my cock growing again, I am getting an erection while still partially inside his love tunnel. I start to move back and forth, in and out, and soon, my cock is at full attention again, although inside Matt. I look at him. "Is this what you want?" He nods his head. So, I start to work my tool into him again. By this time, I am not sure I have anything left, but he wants me to do it, so I am willing to try. It takes longer to come to orgasm this time, but after about 20 minutes or so, I feel one huge climax coming on. I tell Matt and once again, he spreads those bubble butt ass cheeks as far apart as he can and tells me to push my cock in as far as I can. I pull out, my engorged cockhead is dark purple with blood, the veins are pulsing in time with my heartbeat. Slowly, I push my cockhead past the gates to his love tunnel. I look at Matt and he nods. I pause a moment, and then I ram my cock into his ass as far and as hard as I can do it. As I hit the end, I let out another roar, and am surprised to hear Matt screaming also. We both are spraying love juices again, me inside of Matt, and he, once again, all over my chest and abs, and it is dripping back down onto him. As my orgasm subsides, I lay down on Matt once again. There is a film of his sperm between our bodies, but I am not interested in that right now. I enfold Matt's face in my hands and kiss him, my tongue goes deep inside his mouth. He puts his tongue in my mouth, I feel his tongue going to the far back reaches of my mouth, he is looking for my tonsils. I do the same to him as he pulls his tongue back out. I start kissing his face and his neck, I go down to his chest and kiss his nipples, nibbling them, bringing them to full erectness. I nibble his ear lobes, kiss his cheeks. Finally, I just collapse on his body, both of us are breathing heavily. My cock slowly slides out of Matts love tunnel. Matt quickly is down there with his hands, he is milking the last of my cum from my cock. As it drips from my cock into his hand, he licks it up, he doesn't let a drop get missed. By this time, it is quite late at night, so I turn the steam off, and without waiting for it to be exhausted through the vent, I turn on the showers, all of them, and we proceed to clean each other off, taking turns soaping each others bodies up and rinsing off. Then, we get out of the shower and towel each other off. We are both of us completely exhausted, what with doing this in the steam room and all, so we call it a night and go to bed.
The next morning, we are awake later than usual, but after what went on the night before, it's understandable. We get up and get ready for the day, getting dressed, shaving, etc. Matt makes a wonderful breakfast for us, it's amazing what that man can do with a sack of groceries.
After breakfast, we gather up all our papers and go out to find an architect. We have located several in the yellow pages and have set up some appointments, now we just have to get one on board with us and our plans, or at least someone to give us an idea if what we want is actually doable. We spend the rest of the day, going from one place to another, and getting the same response, too expensive, too big, or no property available for something like this. We went back home a little disappointed. Matt started looking through some of the real estate magazines we had picked up along the street. He started reading some of the ads aloud, and soon I was perking up my ears and listening. I went over to the couch and sat down beside him, my arm draped across the back around his shoulders. As he was reading the ads, I was looking at them too, but my attention was on his ear lobes. I started to nibble. "Are you interested in getting a house or not?" he says to me. "All depends on what comes with the house," I tell him. "Well, I come with it, I hope, so let's get serious, okay?" Well, that put it in perspective, I guess, so I picked up another real estate magazine and started looking through it. Soon, I came across something I thought would fit the bill, and maybe save us some money in the deal. So, I called the number of the real estate agent that had the listing and asked if we could see the property. He said it was by appointment only, so I told him to make us an appointment, we wanted to look at it, because we were pretty sure it would fit the bill for what we were looking for, but we wanted to make sure. So, he made an appointment for us at 1 p.m. the following day. I told him that we would send our driver for him around noon, which would allow plenty of time to get there. I felt that doing this, we would be able to make a great impression on him, and he wouldn't think we were just playing around here, but that we were serious. Of course, we planned to be in the car when it picked him up, and then he could direct our driver to the property. We turned in that evening feeling pretty good and pleased with ourselves.
The next day, after another of Matt's fantastic breakfasts, we went out and bought some dress up clothing, I didn't think we should be looking at this property dressed in shorts and t-shirts. So, we went shopping at Nordstroms and with the help of the staff in the mens department, came out of there looking like serious business people. We went back to our place and re-read the ads, and decided that the one we had called about was the only one we really wanted to see, it read like it was closest to what we were looking for. By this time, it was time to get going, so I called down to have the car brought around, and by the time we got down to the lobby, the car was in front. The doorman opened the door for us and we were off to pick up Mr Real Estate guy. Well, as it turned out, the person we had talked to on the phone was not the agent, he was just the guy that set up the appointments. When we got to the offices of the agency, I went in to find the person we were to meet. Turned out to be a lady agent, which was fine with me. Women are very good business women, they usually know exactly what they want from a deal and if there is any negotiating to do, they handle it well. As we got in the car, I made introductions, then told her to tell the driver where to go. She said, "We can't get there this way, we have to fly to one of the other islands to see the particular property you called about." And, so upon hearing that news, I asked if there was an airport that could handle big jets, and she replied that there was. So, I told the driver to take us to our plane, and I called the crew and told them to meet us and be prepared to take off shortly. I asked the agent where we were going, and relayed that to the crew so they could file our flight plans. We arrived at the private terminal and the crew was already there, of course, we had been in traffic and it had taken us 45 minutes to get to the terminal, so it didn't surprise me. The driver drove right up to the plane, and I could see that the agent was looking confused. I told her that if we had to fly, we were taking our private jet. So, we boarded the plane and as soon as we were seated, the plane began to move, and within five minutes, we were airborne. Meanwhile, the agent decided to tell us about the property we wanted to look at. She told us it is a gated community, and asked if we had any problem with that. I told her no, depending where the property was located within the community. We arrived at our destination and ended up renting a car, but she put it on her credit card, suppose she can use it as a write off as business expenses. So, as we drove to the property, she asked a lot of questions about finances, how we intended to buy the property, what we were looking for, and what we expected. She also described the property to us, but also told us that we actually had to see it to appreciate it. But from what she was telling us, we were likeing it already. When we got to the gate to the community, she just showed her business card and the gates were opened for us. They closed right behind us, two cars are not able to pass through at the same time. People that live in these communities want their privacy, and they pay well to secure that privacy. So, while our car is driving through the gate, and while the gate is closing behind us, a crossing arm would come down in front of the vehicle behind us, if there was one there, remaining there until the gate is fully closed. We were impressed, but we are used to that at home, we have an electric gate at our property also, although it is operated remotely, and as set up now, more than one vehicle could squeeze through, although the second one might get scraped by the closing gate.
We drove down the main street of this community and then turned into a dead end street. The property we were going to look at was squarely at the end of the street, and there were not any houses close by. The real estate agent explained that the owners had purchased all the lots on either side of their lot, and then one lot on each side in front of those lots to ensure that nobody built close to them, and that they would have all the privacy they wanted. I looked at Matt and he looked at me and we both smiled, sounded like what we were looking for, except maybe we would not be getting that 1/2 mile of private beach we wanted. But, maybe this would be just as good. We pulled up in front of another gate at the main entrance and stopped. The agent got out of the car and unlocked the gate, and drove to the main entrance. She parked and then we all got out. She went to the front door and took out some keys and opened the door. I looked at her a little questioningly. She explained "We don't use lock boxes on the door knobs for properties like this, it sends a message that the place may be empty and it could be vandalized, even though it is a gated community. We just don't take those kinds of risks here." I nodded and said that I understood, and that I was glad to see such security in place. We went inside, and as she showed us around the property, more and more, we liked it. Each element was something we liked and the longer we looked, the better we felt about it. And, it was ready to move into immediately, which meant we could sell the house back on the mainland immediately, and possibly put the penthouse up for sale at the same time. She told us the price, and then she added this little piece of bait, the price is as is, fully furnished as we see it today. I was really surprised, and Matt was about speechless, because this place is furnished fabulously. Matt and I both agreed that we really like the furnishings, and that it meant we didn't have to move furniture from the other house, and we wouldn't have to buy any here either. Move in condition was just what we needed. Then, we decided to go exploring outside on the grounds. As we walked out the doors to the back, the ocean view is just breathtaking. "Where are the property lines, in respect to the beach?" I asked her. She told us that since we would be buying the lot the house was built on, two lots on either side of the house in addition to the lots in front of those lots, we would have about 2,500 feet of beach front property. She took us out to the edge of the property before it started sloping downward and told us to look to the left. She pointed out a outcropping of rock in the surf. "That is where your property ends on that side. To your right, if you look to where that stone wall is, that is where the property ends on that side." We were shading our eyes so we could see these landmarks, but we were finally able to see them. I looked at Matt. "Looks like we get a little over a half mile of beach here, what do you think?" "I'm happy with it if your are. What do you think of the house?" "Love it," was all I could say. As I took it all in, I realized that we were getting just a little over a half mile of our own private beach, and it was very secluded, just perfect for the two of us. I could see us naked, laying in the sun, getting that perfect, all over tan, or making love in the surf. I snapped back from my daydreaming and turned to the agent and told her we would take the house, it had all we wanted, privacy, beach front, and a pool. I told her to get the papers drawn up as soon as she could, I would have one of my lawyers fly over in the next day or so to go over the papers and we would be buying this place. I wanted to move in right away. She looked at me like I had lost my mind. "You are going to have your lawyer come all the way over here to look at the papers? We could send them to him a lot cheaper than it would cost for him to fly over." I replied, "No, it is going to be this way, I will have my private jet fly back tonight to pick him up in the morning. Meanwhile, I will call him and tell him to be ready to come back with the plane tomorrow afternoon and we can have this all wrapped up in a couple of days. I will have a cashiers check for your clients day after tomorrow in the amount of seven million dollars, take it or leave it." She just looked at me in stunned silence, not knowing what to say. I realize she is a little confused, so I tell her "Look, this is going to be a cash deal, you will have check in hand the day we close on this, and I want to get things rolling before someone else gets a look at this property and makes the same kind of decision I just did, I want to beat the competition." She shook her head, saying "I have never had anything like this happen in all the years I have been selling real estate, so it just caught me off guard. But, the asking price is seven and a half million." I looked at her. "Do you think your clients are going to turn down a sure thing, especially when the money will be in their hands within the next few days. Granted, you have to get the paper work done, but the check will be there at the table when we close on this, and I am telling you now, I want this expedited." "Okay," she says, "I just hope they are open to this." "If they really want to sell this place, I am sure they will accept my terms. By the way, that price includes the furnishings." She was already on her cell phone, I wasn't sure who she was calling, but when she got off the phone, she turned to me and said it was a done deal. We went back to the car and drove back to the airport and flew back to Honolulu. Meanwhile, I went to the cockpit and talked to the crew. I told them that as soon as we landed, they had to refuel and fly back home. They were to wait for my lawyer and then return as soon as they could. If that meant staying over night to be fully rested, that was fine, I didn't want them flying tired. I returned to the sitting room and used the phone there to call my lawyer's offices and let them what had happened. I wanted the best real estate guy in the office to meet the plane and come back over here to do the closing on the property, and, oh, yes, bring a cashiers check for seven million with him. I think the secretary that took the call nearly fell off her chair, as it was very quiet for a few seconds. As she regained her composure, she repeated everything back to me for verification. I told her she had it straight and to get on it, I also told her the plane was leaving Honolulu tonight and would be back there tomorrow, the crew would check in and let the office know they were there, but they might stay overnight before coming back. The real estate agent looked at me and made a statement to the effect that when I make up my mind, I really go for it. Matt agreed with her and asked me what the rush was. "Matt, did you see that place? We couldn't build that for this price now, could we?" I said as I looked at the agent. "No, you couldn't," was her reply. "In fact, you couldn't buy the property you are getting for what you are paying on this with the house. Real estate prices have really gone up, and here in the islands, there is only so much available, we can't go out and plow down forests to make room for more housing. What property we have, well, that's all there is."
Here is a description of what we bought. I am taking this from the brochure that we first sighted this property in, so it doesn't do the property complete justice, but I think my readers will get the idea. "Commanding ocean views, a spectacular estate! A striking blend of modern elegance. Six bedrooms, eight bathrooms. Features a dramatic porte-cochure entrance complete with 3 story lava rock waterfall and sky-lit atrium. Other custom-crafted features include a gourmet kitchen with service elevator; a private master suite with sauna, jacuzzi and office, maids' quarters; additional office or bonus room; media room; a grotto lounge bar, pool, jacuzzi, steam room and lush landscaping with 4 additional waterfalls. Warmly accented with imported Eucalyptus flooring set against a stunning backdrop of white and custom designed picture windows, this amazing 10,246 square foot residence offers the pinnacle of island living. Located in **********'s most exclusive gated community. Offered fully furnished at $7.5 million." Of course, I offered just the seven million and the owners were more than happy to take it, knowing they would have cash in hand within a few days.
We arrived back in Honolulu, I repeated my instructions to the crew, the car pulled up and I told the driver to take us back to the real estate agents offices. As we were driving, we discussed the transaction, I wanted her to know that this was a cash deal. The owners would pay any closing costs incurred, plus current property taxes due, and her commission. I was sure that my lawyer would be here the day after tomorrow, I wanted all parties to be present at the closing and we would get this done immediately. After that, we left her at her offices and went back to the penthouse. Upon arriving at the penthouse, I asked Matt if there was anything at home that he wanted to bring over here, besides his car. He wasn't sure, so I told him that we would fly back after closing the deal on this house and go through the house, room by room, and make a list of any and all items we wanted to bring back with us. Then, we would get a mover to pack everything up and take it out to the airport and have it loaded on the plane, and we would fly back with it. Of course, we would be bringing back the cars at the same time, provided there was enough room, which I really didn't think would present a problem. At that time, after we get everything out of the house, I would then have my lawyers put the place up for sale, by appointment only. Since this is pretty much an executive type dwelling, it isn't going to be publicly listed. When I finally got off the phone, Matt said, "When you make up your mind, you don't fool around, do you?" I looked at him and told him, "Matt, that is something my father and grandfather taught me; if you want something, and you know you want it, and you have the means, then go for it and don't let anyone stop you or even slow you down, because then you might have doubts. We both liked this place, so we are going to get it before anyone else has a chance to think about it. Besides, you saw how quickly the owners accepted our offer, so that made me even more determined. I probably could have shaved another half million off my offer, but I didn't want them to think I was being greedy. Good business, leave the other person feeling that they got a good deal." He just sat there for a little bit, not saying anything. "Question, Dave," he says. "Go ahead," I say. "What if I want to go see my family?" "If the plane is available, take it, by all means," I tell him. "Just give the crew enough advance warning that they can be ready. But, aren't you going to ask me to go with you, luv?" "Of course, I'll invite you," he says. "I was just curious, seems to be an awfully expensive way to travel." "Hey, you let me worry about that, it's our plane and we can use it however we see fit. Sure, part of it, like this trip, can be written off as business expense, but that doesn't mean we can't use it for fun. That's what it is here for, and since we are moving over here, it will be based here." "What about the staff back at the house," he then asks. "That's two questions; but they will be taken care of, believe me, they won't be left hanging out to dry. My grandfather set up retirement plans for them years ago, and money has been going into them annually, so they should be able to live quite well, even if they decide they want to move with us over here. Okay?" "Okay," he says, "just wondering. Things are moving so fast here, I wonder if you are keeping track of it all." "I am, Matt, but thanks for your concern, the staff will love that you were asking about their future. Now, I think it's time we go out and celebrate this occasion, okay?" "Right," he says. "But first, we have to take showers and get cleaned up from our trip today." Right away, I know what is on his mind, and so I very readily agree. We head for the bedroom, by the time we get to the shower, Matt is completely naked and is working on my body. "Whoa, stud muffin, let's save the dessert for after dinner, okay?" He looks at me and realizes that I am serious this time. "Okay, whatever you say, just thought you would want to fool around a little bit now." I look at him and tell him that it's not that I don't want to, pointing out that I have thrown a boner just as hard as he has, but that I want to be able to go all night if we want to after coming back from celebrating. He agrees to that and leads me into the shower by my cock. His hand is so hot on my cock, I think I am going to blow my wad right then, but I control myself. So, we take a cold shower and then get dressed and go out to eat at one of the nicest restaurants in town. Matt takes one look at the prices and starts to object. "Matt, when are you going to learn, we do not have to worry about the cost of anything!" I tell him. "Sorry, I forgot, I am not used to this yet." "How long have we been together now, huh?" "A year, give or take a month," he replies. "Good, please don't bring up the subject of money again, okay?" "I'll try to remember," he says, "but it is still something I have to get used to, but I'll try." We dined on steak and lobster that evening, with the best wine in the house, which sent the tab soaring. But, I wouldn't let Matt see the check, I knew he would choke on it.
After dinner and a movie, we went back to the penthouse. As we stepped out of the elevator, Matt turned to me and wrapped his arms around me and I did the same to him. Let's go into the living room and watch the lights and the ocean for a while, okay?" I asked him. "Sure, why not," he says. The living room has a fantastic view, with floor to ceiling windows, and we are up high enough, there is nothing to impede our view. Matt opens the drapes and as he comes back to the sofa, he does a slow, sensuous strip for me, taking off his clothing and turning his body for me to view. By the time he is back to the sofa, he has shed everything, and his tool is slowly rising to the full attention mode. He stops right in front of me, I can feel the heat from his body, his tool is throbbing, I can see the veins pulsating, his cockhead is a deep purple and already, there are pre-cum juices at the tip of his cock. I lean forward and lick the pearl of pre-cum off his cockhead, and then I suck his cockhead into my mouth and start to milk pre-cum out of his cock. He leans over and unbuttons my shirt, and then, as I lift my arms, he takes it off for me. He backs away, pulling his cock out of my mouth and takes my socks off, then he unbuckles my belt, and unzips my slacks. Then, instead of taking my slacks off, he lifts my legs up onto the sofa. He gets on the sofa, straddling my head with his knees, his cock is back in my face. As I take his cock into his mouth again, he slowly pushes my slacks off my body, and drops them on the floor. Then he plays with my cock, but it is already erect, so he takes it in his mouth and goes down on me. Soon, we both know we are getting close to shooting our loads, so Matt suggests we change position. We get down on the floor and lay on our sides, head to cock, 69 except on our sides. I like it this way, because Matt's ass is accessible to my ministrations and vice-versa. As I am bathing his balls with my tongue, I can taste the saltiness of his ball sac and it really turns me on. I am sucking his balls into my mouth and really giving them a going over. I lift his leg that has been resting on my shoulder and reach for his asshole. I find it and slip my finger inside, landing right on his love button. I feel his cock jerk in response to my touch and I know I have made contact. Slowly, I let his balls loose from my mouth and then I take his tool in my mouth, savoring the flavor of his pre-cum juices, and slowly fingering his love button. He is doing the same thing to me, playing with my balls, sucking my cock and massaging my love button. I love the way he makes me feel. With his free hand, he starts to trace his fingers lightly around the root of my cock, tracing circles in my pubes. This feels so wild, I can hardly concentrate on what I am doing to him. He has one hand on my ass, finger fucking me and the other playing in my pubes while sucking on my cock. I can feel my cock swelling, I am going to shoot any moment. I just decide to let things happen, I am not going to say anything to Matt, he knows what my body is saying. Then, just as I am ready to shoot my load, Matt swallows my cock all the way down, I can feel his mouth at the base of my cock and my sperm is shooting back his throat. I am growling, loudly, as my cock is unloading my seed into his throat, my cock is throbbing and my body is convulsing. My hips are driving my cock further into Matt's throat and he is taking it all. Finally, I am done. I have stopped working on Matt, but now I go back to work on his cock and love button. I need to taste his sperm, just as he has taken mine. As I continue to finger his love button, I am also massaging his cock with my mouth, taking it as deep into my throat as I can, squeezing his cockhead with my throat muscles. As I swallow, I can feel the fullness of his cockhead in my throat, and I know he can feel me squeezing him. Then, I feel his cock swelling, it is getting huge inside my mouth, I am not sure I can handle this, and then he lets out a roar and his sperm is catapulting down my throat, wave after wave of it. His cock is so far back in my throat, I don't even get to taste it, it is beyond the taste buds. As his orgasm subsides, I slowly release his cock, squeezing it with my hand, I am milking every last drop out that I can so I can taste his sweet juice. I turn around to face Matt, both our chests are heaving from the experience. "Was that good, or what?" Matt says. "It was good," I tell him, "You sure know how to make me happy, I don't think you have ever made love to me like that before." He looks at me and says "I have a good teacher." We kiss and cuddle there on the living room floor for a while, until both of us have erections again. "What say, we go into the bedroom where we can be more comfortable, huh?" I ask him. He agrees, gets to his feet and pulls me up. We are facing each other, our tools between us, straight up. Matt starts to laugh and I ask him what's up. He says, "Look in the window, our reflection is there. Good thing nobody else can see us." I turn to look, it is dark outside and there is our reflection, our naked bodies in all their glory, with our cocks at attention, our hands on each others backsides. The scene is just great, two male bodies in all their glory, very sexy looking and such well muscled bodies too. It makes a great picture, too bad we can't take a picture of it to keep, but we can always do it again if we want to. We go to the bedroom, I stop at the bathroom and turn the steam on for use later. When I get to the bed, Matt is lying there, waiting for me. I get on the bed next to him. "What do you want to do next, stud muffin?" "How about letting me inside your love tunnel, stallion?" "Fine with me," I tell him, and ask him which way he wants me, on my back or on my stomach. He thinks a little bit, then says he wants me on my stomach. I roll over and spread my legs as far apart as I can, he reaches under me and pulls my cock and balls straight down and then starts to play with them. "I thought you wanted to fuck me, not play with my equipment," I say. "I'm getting to it," he says. He spreads my cheeks apart and starts to lick my ass crack, I feel his tongue playing with my rosebud, his tongue is poking in and out, a little deeper each time. Soon, my ass is all slicked up with his saliva. He slicks his cock up with his pre-cum juices and some saliva and then I feel his cockhead at the entrance to my love tunnel. I relax and let his cockhead in. "Man, you are tight tonight," he says, "and really hot." "Glad to oblige you," I say. He spreads my cheeks apart and starts to push further in, but it is not going smoothly. I feel him pull out and he uses some more saliva to slick up his cock some more. He pushes his cock back in, and then, he keeps going, back and forth, and soon, my ass juices have his cock all slicked up, and he is ramming his cock in as deep as he can get it. Then, I reach around and spread my cheeks as far apart as possible and tell him to let me have it all, I want the full 12 inches of it. He rams his cock home, and then he just stops right there, his cock buried inside of me, and he slowly lays down on my back. He is kissing the back of my neck, nibbling my ear lobes and letting his tongue explore my ears. He raises up a little bit and reaches to my armpits and tickles me there, all the while his cock is inside of me. Then, he gets back up and starts to fuck me again, and now, he is going as hard as he can. I have taken him many times, but this time, it feels like his cock is going to rip my ass wide open. One final thrust, deep inside me, and I feel his cock swell and then I feel the hot spray of his seed inside me. His balls, which had been slapping against my body, are drawn up so tight I can't feel them, as his cock is throbbing and jerking inside my love tunnel. Finally, I can sense that he has completely unloaded, his swollen cock is slowly subsiding, and he is finally able to pull out of me. Matt is breathing heavily, panting as he lays down beside me, his cock laying across his thigh. I turn over to face him, I reach down and take his cock in my hand, stroking his cockhead as I do so. "Don't do that," he says, almost pleading. I let my hand drop to the base of his cock, wrap my fingers around his cock and start squeezing what little cum out of his cock I can. I slowly advance toward his cockhead, squeezing all the way, and as I see the pearl drop of cum at his pee hole, I lower my face toward his cock so I can lick his remaining cum from his cock head. As my tongue lightly comes in contact with his cock, tasting his cum, his cock twitches. "Oh, that is so sensitive it hurts," he says. "Well, you've got nobody but yourself to blame for that," I tell him. "I know, and it was worth it," he says, "but be careful about touching me there." With that challenge, I slowly start to flick my tongue over his cockhead, and it twitches every time I do that, and he protests every time I do it. Finally, I take his full cockhead into my mouth and caress his cockhead with my tongue, he can't get away from me now. I trace my fingers lightly over the smooth, shaven skin of his pubes, tracing from the root of his cock into the crack at the top of his thighs, playing with his balls, holding them in my hand and giving them little squeezes. Matt is groaning with pain and pleasure at the same time. I feel his cock starting to go rigid again, filling my mouth with love muscle. "Please, stop," he says, and as I take my hand away and start to release his cock, he says, "No, don't stop, it hurts so bad, but it feels so good." I continue on, letting my mouth work on his cock, and my hand is playing down below with his pubes and balls. I let my fingers trace back up over his pubes, then continue to his abs, finding his navel and playing with that. I reach furthur up and touch his nipples, they are hard as rock. I pinch them and his body jumps like it had been hit with a jolt of electricity. I keep playing with his nipples, going from one to the other, slowly circling each one with my fingers, and then when he was least expecting it, I would pinch one. Each time, his body jerked, and as his body jerked, his cock was being pushed deeper into my throat. I went back to playing with his pubes and stroking the inside of his thighs, he spread his legs wide and I pushed my middle finger inside his love tunnel. Just as I got my finger all the way in, he jerked and I got another load of his seed, down my throat, instead of in my love tunnel, but it was so unexpected, I almost lost it. I didn't realize, with all the playing with his body I was doing, that he was getting ready to shoot, and I don't think he did either, because he just sort of whimpered when it was over. I milked his cock once again, savoring every last drop. "That was some lovin', luv," I told him, "I didn't think you had anything left." "Neither did I," he replied. "I am really drug out now." I got up and went to the bathroom and turned the steam off, I was sure we weren't going to need it, then I went back to the bed and laid down next to Matt again. His cock was semi-erect, and still throbbing, little pearls of cum were leaking out and dropping onto his thigh. I slowly wrapped my hand around his cock and milked the last of his cum out, letting it drop to his thigh, and then I leaned over and lapped it up. I knew his cockhead was very sore and sensitive, and I wasn't going to make matters worse for him.
After getting the last of his cum in my mouth, I laid down next to Matt. He stretched out full length next to me and we slid together until our bodies were tight against each other. I raised my arm above his head, laying it on the pillow and started to run my fingers through his hair. "You happy here, stud muffin?" "Yeah" "So am I," I said. "I can get used to this, can you?" "Sure enough," he says. "That was some lovin', dude, hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." He says he did, except for his cock being so sore and touchy. "That means you had a good love session, when it feels like that," I told him. "I've had that happen a couple of times myself, and I always felt that it meant just what I told you, a good love session." Well, I guess we did at that," he says. It is late now, so we settle in for the night, Matt wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to him. I like it when he takes the initiative like that. We press our bodies together, spoon fashion and soon, both of us are in a deep sleep. We are finally home.