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Second Chance, Chapter 92
Saturday morning Eric slipped out of bed quietly. He took a quick shower before preparing a light breakfast for his husband and himself. Josh wandered naked out of the bedroom sniffing the aroma of bacon frying.
"I see you're smart enough to wear an apron to protect my favorite toy," he laughed as he felt Eric up while hugging him from behind.
His morning wood pressed against Eric's bare butt as he nuzzled his neck. Eric responded by wiggling his ass.
"What's for breakfast besides bacon?"
"I'm scrambling eggs and making toast. That's the first course. I'm the second!"
"Cool!"
After they'd assuaged their appetites for food, Eric sent Josh to the shower while he tidied up. Josh hurried to finish because he wanted to get laid before their plans had a chance to be derailed by the usual busyness of the day.
When he came out of the bathroom, he didn't see his lover, but did espy a trail of rose petals leading toward their bedroom. He followed them to the foot of the bed and saw that they continued across the bottom sheet to Eric's erection. His grin got bigger as he got closer.
"Heads or tales?" Eric asked.
"Tales!" I want to lie on my side and have you take me in spoon fashion like I did you."
"I thought maybe you'd choose heads so you could prove your manhood as we celebrate your 18th birthday."
"Nah, I'm comfortable with my masculinity. I have nothing to prove to you anyway. You know I'm a stud!"
"Yeah I do," Eric smiled as he reached for the lube-launcher.
On Saturday evening, they celebrated Josh's 18th birthday with a party. The same group of friends was there who had been to Eric's birthday celebration.
The first part was held in the backyard where Scott and Ben showcased their culinary arts on two large grills. They not only cooked hamburgers and brats, but also grilled veggies which were a big hit. In addition there were trays with salad greens, fruit, and raw veggies. Many of the boys were consistently careful about their consumption of fat calories and chose to eat a fairly balanced diet even when not officially in training.
The birthday cake was served out there too. Eric claimed it was because the large amount of candles would set off the smoke alarm. Josh laughed, but reminded him that his cake had held the same number, but it wasn't a problem because it had been blazing in the pool area at Lundy House. As always, the candles were the trick kind that kept relighting.
When daylight began to fade, the group of guys headed into the house to play games until it was time to bed down for the night. Their guests had all brought sleeping bags so they could be together sprawled over the floors of the living room and den.
After popping a large amount of corn for the boys to snack on, Ben and Scott retired to leave them to their own devises. When the young men were alone, they got into several games of strip poker. Damian was the first to lose and removed his briefs without acting embarrassed. He sat naked watching for who would lose next. Dylan was the next to lose his last piece of clothing. He too was a good sport, but complained that the game must be rigged because it was the straight guys who were losing. Aaron was the third to drop out. Of course he had no problem with letting everyone see his junk.
When there was only one guy left at each table, they played against each other to see who would be the last clothed guy in the room. Sam lost next, followed by Brayden. One by one, the guys ended up naked, Eric being the next to the last. Whether it was magic or whether Eric threw the game, Josh beat him and won. He amiably shed his underwear to be like everyone else.
Being naked with their best friends seemed to be okay with everyone, so no one put on anything when they got into their sleeping bags – probably most of them slept nude anyway. Some, like Garret and Luc, Sam and Aaron, Colt and Dane, Josh and Eric, zipped their bags together as was their custom. No one made a big deal out of it, but doubtless a number of the boys took care of each other's needs surreptitiously.
The bathrooms were all busy the next morning. It was fortunate there were several available and that the couples showered together.
After breakfast most went home, but Dane and Colt stayed until after lunch at the guys' request.
When Eric and Josh arrived home after their day of work at the club on Monday, Scott asked them how it had gone.
"It was the usual," Eric said. "We were assigned to the flowerbeds near the entrance and some of the people passed by with their noses in the air lest they breathe in the scent of us surfs."
"Not all, of course," Josh added. "Tinker knelt down and pulled a few weeds while visiting with us. She's the salt of the earth!"
"That she is," Scott agreed. "By the way, the university swimming coach called today to talk to you. He's interested in setting up a program to build more team spirit next season. He said he wants his men to bond like a family. Here's his number. You should be able to catch him if you call soon."
Josh placed the call and Eric picked up another cordless phone to join in the conversation.
"Hello, Coach Reynolds?"
"Yup, that's me."
"This is Josh Larson-Brady returning your call. Eric's on the other phone."
"Hi guys. Thanks for getting back to me so quickly. I'm hoping I can get you two on board with what I'm planning to do. Coach David said you were great leaders on your team."
"We were co-captains, but it was really a group thing. Everyone pulled his weight."
"You don't consider yourselves above the rest. That's what I'm looking for. I don't want a bunch of guys who all think they're Mark Spitz or Michael Phelps. I want a solid TEAM in the true sense of the word! That's why I'm planning some get-togethers and cookouts this summer so guys will become buddies before school begins. I know that you guys coming in from David's program are tight already, but I want you to branch out and reach out."
"I think we could do that, don't you Eric?"
"Yup."
"Well, to really make this happen, I've reserved a whole wing on the third floor of Carver Hall so you can all room together next year. I'd want to split you two up with different roommates so guys don't just hang with their high school friends."
"Uh, that's not going to happen – the splitting up part at least?"
"Well, I know you're cousins, but would that be a problem?"
"Didn't Coach David tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"We're married."
"Oh, you'll be living with your wives."
"No, with each other. We're husbands."
"Oh, then I definitely won't split you up! Congratulations! When was the wedding?"
"A year ago, come August," Josh laughed.
"Great. Well, will you consider living in that wing together? I know some of the guys I've contacted had planned to live at home to save money, but I'll find an alumnus or two to supplement the board and room expenses."
"Are the rooms big enough for a queen sized bed?" Eric asked. "We're not into bunk beds."
"I'll reserve one of the corner rooms for you. They were originally intended for three students, but often end up as RA quarters now. Anyway, I'll do that to sweeten the deal. You might have to bring in your own bed unless I can commandeer one from married housing. The university doesn't usually provide for guys sleeping together."
"That sounds good. Please let us talk it over with each other and our family and get back to you," Eric requested.
"Sure, fine! I hope you'll consider it. I really want your leadership skills there as well as in the pool."
After dinner, Eric and Josh asked their dads for a short family meeting.
"Shall I call your brothers in?" Ben asked.
"Nah, it's really about the four of us," Josh said.
Eric and he told their fathers about the Coach's request and they all weighed the pros and cons.
"You'd still have your apartment here to use anytime you want, on weekends or just to get away. We're not going to rent it out" Ben chuckled.
"Yeah, but you might fill it with stray boys once we're out the door!" Josh laughed.
"We do tend to collect them," Scott admitted.
"We would miss having you in the house, but I do think living in a dorm with a bunch of other guys is a good learning experience. You've done your sharing of facilities here a lot already, but there is a kind of camaraderie in college that you might miss out on if you live at home." Ben said. "I'll be fine with whatever decision you two make and I think Scott will too."
"Yup," Scott agreed.
On the following weekend, Josh and Eric loaded their canoe and camping equipment in Josh's pickup and headed for a lake not far from the city. They had a mission as well as the desire to enjoy the great out of doors.
When they got to the shore, they placed their gear into the canoe and set out for a small island that Josh knew well. It was a beautiful, unspoiled spot.
Their first order of business was to set up their tent so they would have shelter for the night. Their second was to get dinner started.
After they'd satisfied their appetites, they prepared to walk several yards toward the opposite side of the island. The setting sun sent streaks of red, orange, and rose across the evening sky coloring the light fluffy clouds. It was indeed a beautiful, peaceful place. Josh was carrying an army entrenching tool while Eric carried a small urn.
Josh paced off a distance of approximately seven feet from the trunk of a large, old pine tree.
"It should be near here. There it is! See those small rocks in the shape of a cross? That's where Mom's ashes are. We can put your mother next to her. Tomorrow when it's light enough we can make a companion cross."
Josh dug down about three feet in the sandy soil. Eric carefully placed the urn at the bottom of the hole, and together they filled it back up.
In unison, they recited the 23rd Psalm in the old King James version which they had committed to memory years before.
"Ashes to ashes; dust to dust," Josh intoned solemnly, as he had for his mother.
"Dust thou art; to dust return was not spoken of the soul!" Eric quoted.
"That's a beautiful thought," Josh said. "Is it Shakespeare?"
"Nope, it's Milton." Eric replied. "Thanks for bringing me here and thanks for sharing this special place with Mom and me. It seems holy."
"I imagine it was sacred to the Native American who lived in this area."
They ended their simple rite by reciting The Lord's Prayer. Eric hadn't thought he would shed any tears considering the way his mother had acted the past two years, but he did. Josh tenderly kissed them away.
They walked the short distance to their tent with their arms around each other's shoulders. A huge moon was rising as the sun was setting. It promised to be a lovely evening to be out in nature.
"Please hold me close tonight," Eric whispered.
"You know I will."
After peeing one more time, the two got into their tent where they shed their clothes and climbed into their zipped-together bags. They faced each other, kissing tenderly their bodies pressed closely together.
Of course they got hard, but this wasn't really about sex, it was about caring. They didn't make love. However, there was no doubt but that they loved each other more than anyone else in the world.
In the month of July, Eric, Josh, and their fathers loaded up Ben's crossover and headed for Ely, Minnesota. It was the boys' long anticipated return trip to the Boundary Waters. The date was almost exactly two years from their first time there.
This journey was a lot different from the previous one. For one thing, the traveling time for Eric and Scott was shorter by about five hours. Then there was the difference in Eric's attitude. In contrast to his obvious consternation and general pissiness two years ago, his mood was one of happiness and delight which seemed to grow by the mile.
This time they'd brought some of their own equipment, like sleeping bags that zipped together and inflatable air mattresses. Neither couple wanted to be separated when in bed. And they'd found the flat pads a bit Spartan.
Eric packed fewer clothes, sticking to the essentials and knowing he'd be able to rinse out the thin microfiber shorts he did bring. Neither he nor Josh brought underwear this time either. They were into having very light load to portage.
The outfitter either remembered them or was pretending to for reasons of hospitality. Whichever it was, the guys felt welcome.
Sleeping in the austere bunks the first night was made easier with those same air mattresses they were taking into the wilderness. As before, Josh and Eric took the top bunks. Neither made a joke about the "old guys" this time because they knew their dads were in great shape and might be able to outdo them in some cases.
As they took their "tow" on the flat boats after breakfast the next morning, Josh and Eric huddled together like they had before. Only this time, they held hands. The kid ferrying them out either didn't notice or didn't care. That was cool.
After being dropped off, they made the short portage into the next lake where motor crafts were not allowed. Eric breathed in the fresh, pine-scented air with a look of satisfaction and pure bliss. This was going to be like a second honeymoon, or maybe a third. They had made love here a year before they were married.
The next portage was a long one. They boys once again were thankful their dads weren't really old. It was strenuous on everyone.
Eventually, they spotted the place where they'd spent their first night camping on the Boundary Waters. It was unoccupied, so they quickly beached the canoes and began to set up camp.
Remembering how quickly thunder showers could arise there, they got everything under cover before thinking about relaxing or eating.
"Well, what's the rule out here this year, clothes or no clothes in the camping area?" Ben asked.
"I vote for nekkid!" Josh snickered. "I know I'm not ashamed to be seen."
"I defer to my husband," Eric grinned. "If he can bare it, so can I!"
The four men got out of their clothes and lay on their towels in the afternoon sun. They slathered their mates with sun lotion and kept the Deet handy to ward off mosquitoes if they moved in. Fortunately there was enough of a breeze to keep away the pesky little black flies that were often a nuisance there.
When it got close to 6:00, Ben and Scott began to get things out for supper. Eric and Josh built a fire under the grate and then walked back into the woods a bit looking for more firewood, or at least that's what they said they were doing. Both were a bit flushed when they returned.
Supper was delicious. Once again the outfitter had done a great job in providing for their needs. After Josh and Eric washed things up, they got out the makings for s'mores. The sight of four men sitting nude on logs around the campfire would make a beautiful painting, Josh thought. He rigged up his camera on a tree branch, and using the self-timer, managed to capture the scene in several versions to use as the basis of a painting. It would be something for a private area of the house and wouldn't over-emphasize their genitals.
When the sun went completely down, the "Minnesota State Birds" (as large mosquitoes are dubbed) moved in. Eric and Josh took a quick soap-less bath in the lake before scrambling into their tent. Ben and Scott did likewise.
"I want you to make love to me," Ben requested when they were settled. "I want that big, uncut cock buried in my guts."
"Keep talking dirty and I'll cum before I even get started." Scott joked. "Really, I'm about as randy as a teenager."
"Cool, then you can do me all night!"
In the young men's tent a similar conversation was going on.
"Tails!" Josh giggled as he lay on his back spreading his legs.
"Tell me in plain English exactly what you want. Don't worry about offending my virgin ears."
"I want you to grease up that big cock of yours and fuck me silly!" Josh giggled again.
"As goofy as you are tonight, that shouldn't take long!"
They made out for several minutes starting with French kissing and eventually licking the precum off each other's throbbing phalluses after they'd already licked almost every other conceivable square inch of skin.
Eric prepared Josh carefully to make sure it was going to be a comfortable ride for both of them. He then greased up his tool and slid it in with one long, fluid motion. When he was in to his pubes, he began to work his hips in slow, full strokes. He could tell by Josh's writhing that he'd found the sweet spot. When he sensed they were both close, he lay down more against Josh's cock so he could stimulate it with his abs. Then the litany of sensuous noises began. Both of them were vocal and neither cared if their dads heard. Their breaths became shorter and more ragged, signally that the moment had arrived. With sounds like uhng, uhng, "Oh God!" Eric pumped Josh's chute full of hot cum. Almost immediately, Josh filled the space between their bodies with his offering. They lay pressed tightly together until they feared Josh's congealing load might bond them together like super glue.
Eric got up on his knees and turned around so they could give each other's abs a tongue-bath. Then they settled down for the night.
"I get to bottom tomorrow night, okay?" Eric said.
"Anything you want. That was awesome. I love you, Babe."
"I love you too."
In the other tent Ben and Scott were grinning in the darkness.
"They must have had some hot sex from the sound of it!" Ben exclaimed. "That noise certainly took me over the edge."
"'Like fathers, like sons,' to coin a phrase," Scott said. "This is like heaven. I'm so glad we had the chance to find each other again."
"Yeah," Ben agreed. "I can't imagine being happy any other way. I love you, Babe!"
"I love you too."
The sounds of loons calling their mates lulled the men to sleep. It was going to be a great vacation.
End.
Author's notes: Several of you have commented on the fact that these stories have few typos and are consistent in the use of accepted writing practices. While I'd like to take all the credit, I owe a huge debt to David and Tom. (I list them in alphabetic order because I don't want to favor one over the other!) They've spent many hours catching thing that I haven't, and making suggestions to improve readability. THANKS GUYS!
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