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Part 27
Darren:
The next month was a very pleasant time. Art and I kind of traded off, some nights going to his house and spending other nights at mine. We weren't together every night, but generally we were together all but a couple of nights each week. We spent quite a bit of time discussing our vacation up at the cabin.
One night we drove over to my parents to pick up the keys. They were leaving for Maine the next day. We hadn't planned on having dinner with them, but Mom had fixed a nice roast with all the trimmings and it would have been silly to decline the invitation to stay.
During dinner, my Dad asked whether I'd thought any more about the idea of buying a house and I decided to plunge right in.
"Yes I have Dad, and Art also came up with the idea that we might go fifty-fifty on a place if we decide to live together. That way we could probably get a nicer place and have an even greater investment." I wanted to get my parents' reaction.
"That seems quite practical if you boys decide you want to do it," my Dad said. "In fact, it makes a lot of sense, but of course you must look into the legal situation just in case you change your mind later on." My Mom quickly seconded that notion.
"I'd want to make sure of that myself," Art said. "It seems to me that we'd both need to be concerned about that since we'd both have money invested in the place." My Dad looked at him and Art explained.
"I own my own place now so I could sell it and reinvest the equity in a place for both Darren and me." Dad nodded understandingly.
"I must say I'm impressed at the way you guys are moving on this," Mom said. "You're being practical and sensible and that speaks well of both of you."
After dinner, my Dad gave me the keys to the cabin and the boat, and my Mom gave us a large package of leftovers from dinner.
"You might as well take this and enjoy them. I don't want to bother with them since we're leaving early tomorrow."
We took the food, wished them bon voyage and drove home. The smell of the food in the car was almost overwhelming. We put everything away when we got home.
We had decided to spend the first day of vacation getting ready for the trip, including laundry, packing and all that. Art came over to my house around five o'clock all packed and ready to go. We were going in Art's car because it was newer and larger.
"We don't really need to leave that early tomorrow," I said, "I mean we can wait until a bit later and miss some of the traffic."
"That's great," Art said, "I get to sleep in tomorrow."
We ate up leftovers from my Mom that night, and then went to bed after watching the evening newscast. We both managed to sleep until about 7 a.m. - my usual waking time. For Art it was a couple of hours bonus.
Art made an interesting comment while we were having breakfast.
"I'm so excited," he said, "For the next week and a half we're going to be living together - not at your place and not at my place. It's going to be like we're living together, right?" I chuckled.
"It sure is," I answered, "And we're going to have lots of fun too."
"That reminds me of something I wanted us to talk about," I said. "I know you told me you haven't had unprotected sex in years and I haven't either. So, I got tested for HIV and everything else and I'm totally negative." Art actually laughed when I said that.
"I'm only laughing because I did the same thing," Art said. "So I guess if we want we could skip the condoms, huh?" I laughed and nodded.
"My God, we think alike," I said, "I think we've both got the same script."
The drive to the cabin was unremarkable since we missed most of the rush hour traffic by delaying our departure. We stopped just once on the trip up to have a cup of coffee, and we got to the town just before noon.
I'd suggested that we stop at the grocery store and stock up on things we'd want during the first part of week. I knew there would be the basics at the house, but we talked through several menus and made a list of breakfast things we thought we'd enjoy. By the time we'd finished there it was nearly time for lunch so we stopped at a small inn on the lake for a meal. We arranged the cold food in the cooler we'd brought along so we didn't have to worry about that.
"I have a suggestion," Art said, "Let's keep track of all our expenses and we'll sort it out at the end of the trip. He took out a small notebook and entered the amount I'd paid at the grocery store under my name.
"Don't worry. It'll all work out evenly if we just sort of take turns," I suggested, but Art shook his head.
"I've been thinking about this a lot," he said. "I read that lots of couples - even same sex couples - end up squabbling about money. I even read one article that suggested that gay couples could handle their finances more effectively, especially at the beginning, by keeping household and personal expenses separate. It just makes sense."
"I love your logical mind," I said as the waitress came up to take our lunch order. After we ordered and she'd left the table, Art grinned at me.
"You think I'm being silly, don't you?" he asked.
"No, I think you're being extremely practical," I said. "To tell the truth, I've never thought about the financial arrangements of being together. How did you handle finances when you were married?"
"Oh, that was easy," he said. "My wife did it." That made me chuckle.
"Of course," he went on, "It was a lot easier because she was a math wizard and also came from a rich family and had lots of money of her own." He stopped and laughed.
"Hmm," he said, "Guess I'm just attracted to those of you who come from money." That surprised and rather bothered me.
"Do you think I get money from my folks? Other than that money my Dad talked about the other night, I've paid for everything myself ever since I graduated from college."
"I was just kidding, believe me," he said, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Don't get offended." He then smiled his most charming smile, and my irritation disappeared.
We finished lunch and drove to the cabin. Although it was a bit stuffy from being closed up for about a while, it was obviously clean. No doubt Mom had arranged for the housekeeper to come in prior to our arrival to put on fresh linens and to dust and vacuum. It amused me to note that both the bed in my room and that in the guest room were made up. My mother is conservative indeed, especially where the help is concerned!
The cabin was pretty good size for what was essentially a weekend home. It had four large bedrooms and, my favorite part, it had two large porches, one of which ran across the front of the place, and a second in the back that was screened and faced the lake. It was far enough away from shore to be very private which was why we had always enjoyed it.
We took our luggage into what had always been my room, and I made room in the dresser and my closet for both of our clothes. We both unpacked and stowed the luggage in another room.
Art sat down on the bed and motioned for me to join him.
"Hi, lover," he said as we stretched out on the bed and kissed. It was a sweet and charming beginning to our stay.
Having been there so many times, I felt instantly comfortable at the cabin and relaxed into vacation time very easily. Art took a few days to really relax, but he soon felt at home there as well.
The next week was pure fun. We went out in the boat, we swam in the lake, and we did some sunbathing. More importantly, we learned a great deal about each other.
I learned that Art was much more of an outdoors guy than I'd known. He loved the boating and swimming and water skiing, but we also had fun riding bicycles on the road that ran about a quarter way around the lake. I was sore as hell the next day, but Art didn't seem to suffer any discomfort.
I pleaded for a day of rest, and we spent a great day relaxing, reading and talking about books we'd enjoyed. Later, I got out a deck of cards and suggested a game of Gin Rummy.
"That's the only card game I know," Art said. "My family didn't play cards when I was a kid, but I learned to play Gin in the Marines." Actually Art was a pretty good Gin player, but he had a really bad run of luck and lost like ten hands in a row. Oh dear, I thought, this isn't going well.
But the revealing part, to me, was that Art didn't lose his temper or become angry. He stayed calm and when I commented on the fact he gave me the most wonderful reply.
"It's a game, for God's sake," he said. "You win some and you lose some." That attitude, coupled with all the other things I knew about him, told me that he really was just as good and stable a guy as I'd thought.
I learned from our conversations that day that Art was quite a history buff and that led us, the next day, to visit a number of historical sites in the area and also to go to some old houses that had been preserved. While I'd seen these places before, it was fun to revisit them just because Art enjoyed seeing them so much.
I found out that Art does not enjoy shopping, at least not the kind that involved mostly looking and not buying. But, he was patient and didn't really seem to mind, as long as we were doing it together.
To recount our sexual activity during the time we were at the cabin would probably soon become monotonous. On the other hand, having total access to the place, we did have fun enjoying each other not only in bed, but on the large day bed in the back screened porch and even once on the living room floor when the TV bored us one evening.
It was Friday night and there was absolutely nothing to watch. We talked about going out and renting a video, but decided we didn't want to make the effort. We started wrestling on the couch and soon were down on the floor in the middle of the room. It was really more like rough-housing than wrestling and it was all in good fun.
At one point Art had me pretty well pinned but I managed to get a hand free and grabbed his crotch - not to hurt but to tease.
"Unfair," he croaked at me but I just laughed and kept my hand on him. I could feel his long cock start to harden so I just held on to it.
"Say 'uncle,'" he said. "Say 'uncle' or I'll put something in your mouth so you can't talk." He laughed when he said it.
"You're on, babe," I answered. "Put that thing in my mouth."
In less than a minute, he was sitting astride my chest and fucking my mouth with his very long meat. I let him do it with pleasure until I started gagging. That's not the best position in which to do that.
"Oh shit," Art said after a few minutes, "I want yours too."
Soon we were both naked from the waist down and 69-ing like mad.
"Slow down," I said finally, gasping for breath after choking on his dick. We did slow down somewhat but we were both too excited by then not to go at it hot and heavy.
I remembered what he'd said about 69-ing so when at a later moment he pulled his cock away from my mouth I understood. He kept sucking me, though, and soon I was pumping his mouth full. He took it like a man and then moved back so I could finish getting him off. He came like a dynamo, flooding my mouth with his juice. Then we started kissing and cuddling again - all passion spent.
Throughout the week, we cooked together, taking turns making the different parts of meals. We went out to lunch and dinner a couple of times, in casual places and in dress up places. By Friday we'd accumulated enough dirty clothes to do the laundry that we then folded together - God that sounds so domestic, doesn't it? Throughout the whole time, we just seemed to have a great time being together and doing things.
We didn't spend a lot of time talking about our relationship, but we were both growing very close and I knew the time was coming when we had to make a decision on where we would go from here.
Part 28
Art:
The week we spent at Darren's parents cabin was wonderful. I admit I've never personally known people who have two homes before, and I couldn't help but be impressed. The place was beautifully furnished without being at all fussy, so it was great for relaxing. That was the best part. Both of us were completely relaxed by the second or third day so we could really enjoy ourselves.
I realized the second day that that this was the only time I'd ever vacationed with someone else except my wife and her idea of vacation was just to go visit her parents. With Darren that week, I felt completely free to just be myself with him.
Of course, we learned quite a bit about each other in the unique surroundings and being on vacation. Darren is not much of an athlete except in the water. He swims well and he taught me how to water ski and all. We did a bike ride which left him with some sore muscles the next day, but it was kind of fun for me to be able to massage him and take care of him that day.
I also learned that Darren enjoys shopping more than I do. I don't mean necessary things like grocery shopping and stops at the wine store. Those I can handle just fine. But I'm not a huge fan or just wandering through antique shops and places like that. It didn't really upset me, and in fact I told myself that being with Darren made up for it quite a bit. Simply that he was enjoying himself became more important than anything to me.
We also did enjoy each other sexually many times during the week. The second day we were sitting on the screened porch late in the afternoon. We had been swimming and had showered when we returned to the cabin. We were dressed just in some baggy lounge shorts for Darren and a pair of roomy boxers for me. Darren came out of the house with a couple of glasses of lemonade and when I looked at him he smiled.
"God, you're a sexy devil," he said. He set the glasses down on the table and then pulled me down onto the day bed with him. We got stretched out together and started making out.
"We're like a couple of horny teenagers, you know it," I said, happy to continue.
"And what's wrong with that?" Darren asked with a laugh.
"Not a single thing," I answered, sliding my hands down his body and pulling him even closer to me. I really liked the soft lounge shorts he was wearing and found that I could easily slip my hands into the elastic waistband to cup his ass cheeks.
Darren responded with a low groan as we continued to kiss. I wasn't really trying to send a specific message. I just loved holding him and feeling the incredibly soft skin of his ass.
"What are you doing?" he asked finally, but not in a challenging way.
"I'm just checking out my property," I said with a grin. He laughed as well.
"Babe, that sounds so right to me," he said, snuggling even closer and shoving his ass back against my hands. He had his arms around me and kissed me passionately. Obviously I kissed him right back. A few minutes later I spoke again.
"Hey, can anybody see us out here?" I asked.
"Not really, unless they came right up to the cabin and we'd hear them if they did. Why?" Darren asked.
"Just wondering," I said. "I was kind of figuring on showing you how much I love you if that's okay with you." He grinned at me.
"Any way you want to is fine with me, babe," he answered, squirming his ass cheeks against my hands again.
And that's how we happened to make love on the porch. We got out of our shorts quickly and were soon sucking and rimming each other. In another five or ten minutes, I got up and walked into the bedroom, returning with the lube. I handed it to Darren.
"Does that mean you want me to..." he started to ask.
"Yes," I answered. "I want to feel you inside me again."
Darren got busy and soon he had me well loosened up and ready.
"Let me try something," I said, pushing him back down on the bed on his back.
"You did it this way the first time, and I want to try it," I said.
I positioned myself over his very stiff pole and he helped me position it at my opening.
"Take it slowly, babe," Darren whispered. "Don't rush it."
I did as he suggested and slowly and carefully impaled myself on him. It was again that incredible sensation of him filling me. There was no pain - just that wild sensation of having his thick pole inside me.
"This is wild," I said when I felt his pubic hair against my butt.
"Take a rest," Darren said, which I'd already planned to do.
After a few minutes, I started raising and lowering myself on his thick pole. I loved the feeling and I loved being able to control the speed of the stroking. I was also able to ensure a lot of action against my prostate. It felt wonderful.
"Oh God, I really like this," I cried after several minutes.
"You like it better this way?" Darren asked.
"Not better, but just as much. How about you?"
"Either way that pleases you, babe," he answered. After several more minutes I was getting a little tired.
"Let's roll over," I pleaded. We carefully moved and I ended up on my back with my legs resting on his arms. Darren's thick meat was still buried inside me.
He started to fuck me and I realized that though I really did like it both ways, I preferred this position because he was in charge and I could see his eyes as he fucked me deeply. I half expected him to stroke my dick while he fucked, but he didn't do that.
Much sooner than I would have liked, I heard his moans and knew that he was getting close. I reached for my cock, but Darren pushed my hand away.
"No, that's mine," he said in a hoarse whisper. I moved my hand away as instructed.
I felt him start to shoot his juice into my ass and could actually feel its heat and wetness. Wow, was that a wonderful new sensation. Then he did something that really amazed me.
Keeping his dick well up my ass, he leaned forward and managed to take at least half of my dick in his mouth and was sucking it for all he was worth. That fantastic sensation coupled with his pole still filling me put me right over the edge and I came, shooting wildly into his hot mouth. He sucked and swallowed and then swallowed again before nursing the last drops from my dick with his hand. He licked that up too.
"Oh god, man," I said, "That was unbelievable. Wow!"
Darren lowered my legs and lay down on top of me, half his dick still inside me. We kissed and I tasted my own cum on his tongue and inside his mouth, but oddly that was a wonderful sensation as well. We lay together for a long time after our exertion.
I felt wonderful and in a rather odd way I felt complete. I was sure Darren loved me and I was just as sure that I loved him. We'd both said those words yet we hadn't talked any more about making a commitment to each other or living together. As the long weekend approached, I couldn't quite decide exactly how to bring it up.