If That's Rejection... A story based on the true life experiences of a married bisexual man.
By Billy Jay Dee
Rick sat, working the keyboard. Nels knelt beside him supervising. They deleted some jpgs of his girlfriend's trip from the camera chip, formatted a CD and moved the remaining images there.
Sometimes Nels' muscular right arm lay across Rick's shoulders as he typed. When they conferred on some detail, Rick's left hand would rest in the small of Nels' back.
With the project finished, Rick start cleaning up the stray files and shutting down programs. Nels' hand stilled Rick's, keeping him from proceeding further. He needed help with his email, too. Rick's shoulders fell and his blue eyes rolled up doubtfully. Nels arched his blonde eyebrows, flashed a smile upon his rosy face and rocked his shoulders in encouragement.
He obviously needed to kiss up to his best friend a little bit more to extract more technical assistance. Inches from the older man's tan cheeks, he puckered his lips and made loud smacking noises. For just a second Rick's lips began puckering before he smiled and with a chuckle turned to the keyboard. As Rick brought up Nels' Yahoo profiles, his younger buddy went for the beers.
As they sorted the unread e-mails, Nels' began rubbing the small of his back and massaging his left buttocks. A reoccurring complaint from an old injury. Nels suggested the Jacuzzi on Rick's back deck might offer some relief for his aching muscles. With a nod, Rick agreed. But it took a while to mail the jpgs to Nels' girlfriend.
The clock on the computer screen reported 11:07 p. m. before they stepped out the back door onto the icy deck. They were butt naked except for towels around their waists, a bottle of Jose Cuervo and the single remaining long neck Budweiser. Rick reached the gazebo first, lit the candles, flipped the cover off and cranked up the Jacuzzi jets.
Rick was already soaking in the water when Nels crept out, leery of the ice and gloom dimly illuminated by the candlelit steam bubbling out of the gazebo around the hot tub.
Rick stood to help his buddy into the tube. He older man stood 6'1" and wore his 200 pounds comfortably. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and only a small middle age belly as he rapidly approached age 50.
He'd raised enough out of the water to reveal a heat-lengthened set of balls and average size dick. As Nels straddled the side of the tub, Rick admired his broad shoulders. His eyes dropped briefly to the younger man's cold tightened balls silhouetted against the light emitted by the study window. Nels was in his early 40s, the sort of blond stud that made young women sigh, older women pant, Marine recruiters smile and gay men...well, forget about it, because he would be unapproachable.
Rick, after admiring the view, grabbed the younger man and guided him to the little bench hidden below the boiling surface. Nels sat and made all those amusing hot tub "ah", "oh", "eh" grimaces while rubbing the goose bumps and heat off his legs. Finally, his shoulders fell, a sigh escaped his lips, he smiled and leaned back.
Rick let him relax a bit. They talked. Then Rick indicated a change in position with the whirling of an outstretched index finger. There were no benches in the opposite corners of the square tub. The men took those corners now, settling into the deeper water, their heels resting next to one another butts. Nels' big hands settled easily on Rick's knees. A deeper sigh and a "thanks" escaped the fisherman's lips.
Nels would be leaving for the Bering Sea soon. He'd be gone for four months. They needed to do a lot of talking. They took turns rolling backwards to dunk their heads beneath the surface while their legs, dick and balls dangled in the chill air. Nels stood and sat on the edge of the tub for a while, giving Rick a fine view of his muscular pale frame, his plump pubic package and the darker hair freshly grown on his chest and belly since the last time they'd gotten naked together -- so long ago.
Nels leaned over Rick, his short, limp cock just inches from the other man's mouth and fumbled for the bottles adjacent to the hot tub. Rick helped him find the best place to set them. Nels opened the tequila, sipped it and handed it to Rick, then followed that with the beer. After putting them each in turn on the side of the tub, smooth-chested Rick stroked the hair on Nels's chest and belly appreciatively.
Nels smiled in response.
Rick's long-fingered hands flew up in exclamation and his mouth fell open like he had forgotten something. He grabbed Nels' left foot and pulled it over his left shoulder, making Nels somewhat buoyant and floating in Rick's lap. His right hand crept under the fisherman's firm ass, groped his crotch, touched his man-hole and finally found the sore hip. That was, after all, the reason they headed to the hot tub.
Rick alternated kneading the offending buttock and applying pressure on the sore hip. Then he massaged large handfuls of flesh moving along the blonde's thigh to his knee. Rick kept working the area with instructions from Nels and an occasionally repositioning of the older man's hands. For Rick, the feelings were extremely sensual, if not erotic. Nels showed no sign of arousal, but he also did not complain or move away.
While Rick worked, Nels lifted the tequila to his own lips then carefully to Rick's. Then followed the beer bottle, poured lovingly into Rick's mouth, while Nels held he head back. He set the Budweiser aside and pulled Rick throur the bubbling hot water to his naked lap.
They whispered in one another's ear of their friendship and kissed the nape of one another's necks. Nels' right hand pushed Rick into his left arm. The fisherman applied the bottles to their lips again followed by a kiss and a proposal.
Rick arched a brow and smiled in approval. They launched themselves back to their respective corners and each took up the other's sorest foot, wedging their free foot against each others crotch. Nels' toes actually kneaded Rick's dick at first.
Nels drunkenly explained to Rick how to give foot massages. His instructions got loud by the time they finished, Rick was outling the obscure mysteries of reflexology. They threw their heads back to laugh.
Nels told Rick about the romantic effects of a good foot massage on his girlfriend. His right hand jokingly yanked his cock beneath the waves. Rick followed suit. Rick started telling Nels about tantric sex and mapping the Kabala on his wife's body. Nels threw him a questioning look.
The thumb of the aviator's right hand touched the center of the fisherman's brow and all the doubt left his features. The thumb moved to the first eye and they both closed. It caressed the second and the fisherman's frame leaned closer into his best friend's body. It crossed his mouth enroute to his shoulders and Nels' warm lips responded with a kiss.
The hand moved on to massage first one broad muscular shoulder, then the other. He rubbed the sparse forest of new chest hair sheltering Nels' big heart, moved on to the once aching hip and rubbed there hard for a while. His hand then moved to the other side. Before Rick could reach the more erotic Yesod or Malkuth of the Kabala, Nels wanted to demonstrate the technique he used on his girl friend.
He spun the taller man around and stretched the lanky frame across his more muscular body, settling Rick's butt atop his own hardening cock. Rick was surprised -- and delighted -- by this first sign of arousal. Nels pulled Rick's left arm up and arched his hand around his own muscular shoulders. The left hand held his buddy's body while the right rubbed his chest and belly and dick. His lips whispered in Rick's right ear. Rick sighed and leaned back into Nels' arms, writhing there, stretching his other arm up to join the first. Nels asked if his technique worked.
Laughing, he pushed Rick away. Rick grinning, blushing and shaking his head, waggled an admonishing finger at his young friend and nodded appreciatively. Nels would be leaving soon for four months. Their friendship would need a lot of conversation tonight to last through such a drought. He pulled Rick towards him again and poured the last of the tequila down their throats. They each pretended to drink of the empty beer bottle his hand offered them.
It was late. It was time to get out of the water. Rick enticed the drunker man from the hot tub and led him into the house. Once Rick got Nels inside, he returned to the gazebo, turned down the tub and blew out the candles. Nels waited for him in the study, his beige towel barely wrapped around his stocky, milk-white frame.
Rick ushered Nels down the hall to the walk-in shower in the master bedroom where they could shower together. Nels shook his head at this, shrugged his shoulders and waved his hands. Rick calmed him down, drew him a shower and sent him in.
Nels apparently changed his mind -- his right hand grabbed Rick's left and drug him in. They kissed and caressed there in the hot stream. Nels turning them so Rick stayed warm. They laughed and kissed one another as they whirled about the shower. Nels stepped back and smiling said something about his dick. His fingers trailed into the strawberry blond locks of pubic hair, then hefted his balls and dick up for the taller man to see. Rick put his left hand on Nels right shoulder and knelt on the shower floor.
Andy's strong arms cupped under the other man's arms and lifted him into an embrace. Nels wagged a finger at him and turned him towards the wall. Nels lathered up a wash rag, leaned Rick into the wall and reached across his prone friend's frame to wash his back. You know where his dick was. Rick reached under his balls to brush the slightly swollen tip of Nels' short-stemmed peter.
With a drunken giggle, Nels knelt on the shower floor, spread the taller man's ass cheeks and scrubbed his crack and then reached between his thighs and gently rolled the wash cloth around Rick's balls and stroked his dick. He cleaned Rick's legs and left the shower.
He waited for Rick to come out, then pulled his short dick out straight from his body to gauge it against Rick's slightly longer member. Rick moved forward and laid his dick beside Nels'. Nels absentmindedly started stroking their cocks. When he discovered Rick's getting hard, he jumped back with a laugh and a blush. It was time for Nels to go.
Nels dressed hurriedly and departed with a quick hug and handshake. He would be completely sober by the time he hiked the half mile to his small temporary apartment.
Still naked as he watched Nels veer down the pathway, Rick let his mind spin over the amazing events of the past few hours. He wanted to etch them into his memory. As he lay down to sleep a few hours before his wife and son returned from their holiday visit to grandma's, his cock rose unbidden into an almost painful rigidity. Suddenly, he couldn't imagine how it had behaved so primly in the presence of his best, his most Platonic friend.
He slid his hand down to grip the straining shaft while his other hand kneaded his tightening balls. One finger slid into the smooth, clean crack of his ass. He began to pump and in seconds his aching crotch signaled his orgasm. He pushed his index finger far into his asshole just as his twitching cock spurted his manjuice for a shocking distance. The first shot hit his left cheek. In lessening tremors, his anxious dick unloaded the most cum he could ever remember.
"If that's rejection, I want to be rejected more often. If that's refusal, it was the most romantic refusal in history," Rick said aloud in the empty, darkened, echoing room.
Rick dropped the CD and printed photos by Nels' apartment at lunch time the next day. They ate homemade soup. They talked, or didn't talk as a the case maybe about the night before. They ate in the silence only old friends can enjoy. Then, back to work for Rick. Nels walked him to the door and shook his hand. As usual their free hands fell on one another's sides.
"Thanks for a fantastic evening," Nels called as Rick ran down the steps. It was going to be a very long four months.