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Winter
"Hey, Buddy, do you want me to come over for a little bit?" I looked at my phone, and Sean had texted me.
"I don't know if I'll be any good company, but yeah, could you?" I texted him back
Within half an hour, Sean was beside me on the couch. I was, as I predicted, not very good company. Still, he put his arm over my shoulder and allowed me to have my breakdowns as often as they came, and he did as much as any friend could do to help another after what felt like a breakup.
"You have a lot going on right now," he said softly, "when do classes start again?"
"Next Wednesday," I sniffed.
"Are you all set? Schedule for the semester? Books? Supplies? We can run around tomorrow and take care of all that if you need to," Sean said, grabbing my hand, "I know it's hard right now, but I'm going to be there to help you through this the best I can."
"You've been great! Thank you! Really, putting up with me as I cry all over you," I looked him in the eyes and leaned in to hug him.
He put his hand on my neck and rubbed it up and down, soothing me.
"I can spend the night as a friend," he said, "I wouldn't take advantage like that."
"Would you? That will help so much. What does the wife say about all this visiting?"
"Ah, she can't say too much. We've tried another three-way with another guy, and he apparently didn't do the trick; all she talks about is getting eaten out by you."
I blushed, started giggling, then just howling, laughing, and remembering how bow-legged she walked as she left the room that night I spent with Sean at his house. He started laughing, too.
"I've started doing what you did that night; that's how I get to come and see you so often now," Sean confessed.
My mouth fell open, and my eyes were wide as saucers, "You haven't?"
"After you told me what you did, I tried it, and she said, 'Do whatever you want,' and so I get what I want for a little bit of carpet munching. Sometimes, I don't ask; I just tell her I'm coming to see you." "Wow! A lot has changed in nine months. You've asserted yourself! I'm proud of you."
Sean blushed, laughed, and kissed me on the forehead, "Are you hungry? I'll get you something."
"Yeah, let's have some dinner; I'm sure there's some stuff in there for a salad or something," I replied.
I went to the kitchen with Sean, and he whipped up a nice little salad and some bread for us. Pete had left a substantial amount of wine in the fridge and pantry, so I opened a bottle and poured us a big glass. We sat at the kitchen bar and ate leisurely, sipping some excellent wine and discussing many topics. Sean was good and took my mind off Pete being gone. It was a good diversion, and I was thankful Sean had some conversation skills and a different background from Pete. We discussed things that wouldn't have been anything Pete and I discussed.
After finishing the dishes and turning off the kitchen lights, it was late, and the day's events had taken an emotional toll on me, and I was drained.
"I think I'm ready for bed," I stretched, yawning. "Thank you for staying with me tonight."
Sean grabbed my hand more like a friend than a lover, squeezed it, and led me back to the bedroom.
We slipped out of our clothes, and I began putting on my pajamas. I turned around, and Sean was shivering slightly. I walked over to Pete's dresser. I knew he didn't take every piece of clothing he owned with him. I rifled through the top drawer and handed him a pair of Pete's pajamas that didn't match mine.
"Thanks," he smiled at me kindly as I handed them to him.
They fit him nicely, and while I knew he wasn't Pete, having someone with me tonight was comforting. Sean had turned out to be a good friend and stepped into the role as your best friend does. I fell asleep with Sean's arms wrapped around me, protecting me from the day's hurts. He just held me.
When we woke the following morning, both of us were hard and horny. I knew it was too early, but I also learned that getting an early orgasm could help alleviate my mood and put me in a better mindset for the day. I turned over and faced Sean; he looked tired but so wanton. I got between his legs and spread them open with mine. He smiled and reached up to slip off my pajama top. I grabbed at his waistband and gently pulled down his shorts. I opened the nightstand drawer, grabbed a bottle of lube, and poured a little onto my fingers, looking at Sean. He was almost panting, and I hadn't even come close to inserting my finger into him. He moaned as I began to finger him gently. He cried out as I inserted another finger. I was massaging his prostate, and his cock bounced lightly when I swiped on it. He had a definite come-hither look in his eyes, and I used the remaining gel on my cock.
"Fuck me, stud," he said, "tear it up."
I smiled and pulled his waiting wet ass onto my steel-hard cock. He groaned, closed his eyes, and arched his back. It was hot to feel myself in him again. Sean was a bundle of sexual energy and loved getting fucked. He was responsive to me and lost himself whenever we were together. I lifted his sexy legs up to my torso and began easily sliding in and back. At the same time, he gently moaned and placed his hand on my lower belly and, every now and then, would rub his hand up and down my abs. He had a light, sensual touch, and I knew that he loved having me in him as he looked at me straight into my eyes as I worked on him. He smiled and gasped every thirty seconds as I found a new spot in him that hadn't been fully touched yet.
I let his legs drop from my torso and I lowered myself on him. He had a sexy, lean body, and it always felt good laying so close to him. I roughly kissed his chin and slipped my tongue into his mouth. He grabbed my head and began kissing me passionately and wouldn't let me go. He held onto me, frantically rubbed my hair, and poked his tongue into my mouth. It was sexy, and I knew I was laying in a severe precum trail into him. He was moaning and writhing beneath me, his legs back as far as possible, allowing me into him deeper. I began delivering deliberate, determined strokes into him. My cock was swelling and filling Sean's beautiful wet hole with a solid fuck. He moaned as he let his hands go from my head and threw his own back, exposing his Adam's apple. He put his arms under mine and firmly grabbed my shoulders and back; the man kept me close to him. I reached under his torso and hugged him tightly while rising to my tiptoes. My balls were churning, and I felt the tingle in my thighs. He groaned, and I began feeling stickiness burn onto our bellies; he had come panting and groaning between us. I pulled back, and in one long, sustained thrust, I laid my seed into his waiting tight hole. I screamed into the pillow as my come began filling him. I could feel Sean's hands rub my shoulders and back powerfully. He was in ecstasy.
"Damn, stud, that was fucking hot," he whispered in my ear as he kissed it.
"You always. . .," he continued yet stopped himself short.
I was still on top of him and stroked his temple with the back of my finger, looking at him intensely.
"I always, what?" I asked gently.
"Nothing," Sean replied.
"C'mon Sean, we're friends and lovers now, what?"
"You always know exactly how to fulfill me. You always know what will get me off," he replied.
"I try. I enjoy being with you, Sean, in and out of bed," I whispered.
He kissed me again, closed his eyes, and got out from underneath me and then as quickly positioned himself with his back towards me and pulled my arms to hold him close to me. We dozed off for a little while together, content with an early-morning encounter.
It was time to get back to work, and the bar was happy to have me back two nights a week. I was lucky I still didn't have classes for another week, and I picked up a few extra shifts, making sure that the favor would be reciprocated at another time should I need it. It was Friday night, and the bar was getting packed. I hadn't seen Sean for a few days and was ready for a good one-night stand.
I got to the table before the bartenders motioned for me to go there. In front of me sat a man in his mid to late 40s. He had taken his jacket off but was still dressed well, and the white shirt and vest looked tight on his frame. He had a greying goatee but none at his temples. He had loosened his tie and was reading the paper when I approached. He looked up and smiled in a friendly way.
"How are you tonight, sir?" I smiled back at him.
"Good, thank you. I'm undecided whether to have a beer or cocktail," he looked at me.
"I'll get you fixed up in a few minutes," I said, walking off to get him his drink.
"How's this?" I smiled as I poured his Modelo into a frosty mug.
"Just what I was looking for," he said, smiling at me.
I brought him a few more during my rounds, and he was finally ready to settle for the night.
"I suppose you're working fairly late tonight?" he asked as he laid his credit card into the check holder.
"Probably another hour or so," I smiled as I took it from him.
I went back to process his card and asked my manager when he planned to close me. He asked if I had done my other duties and said if it was done, I could clock out.
I smiled as I walked back to my last customer. "Turns out I'm getting off in a few minutes. The boss said I could go."
"You know, it's been charming to meet you. My name is James, and I'm in town until Monday. I appreciate your service, and would you like to go out for a bite to eat or a drink?
I blushed. It had been a while since I had been approached by someone I didn't know, and while it felt good, I had become unaccustomed to it.
"Sure, I'd like that. I want to go home and change, if you don't mind. You're welcome to follow me if you'd like."
James followed me to the penthouse. When we walked in, he had an incredulous look on his face. He looked at the living room, then me, and quietly followed me.
"Make yourself comfortable; there's some liquor in the credenza near the kitchen. I'll be ready in a minute."
James was hot in his own right. He was beefy, his clothing hugged his body, and while he wasn't fat, he was a bigger man. He was a traveling guy who knew how to dress, worked out a lot, and knew he was hot. He was probably married, too. I heard ice clink in two glasses and a shot of something poured into each.
"Or we could stay in for drinks," I said as I came from the bedroom.
"So you wait tables in a bar and live here?" James asked, eyebrow cocked as he handed me a drink.
"I'm a student and work at the bar part-time," I agreed, not looking at him directly.
"How. . ." he began.
"I can tell you all about it, or we can have a good time," I said, looking him in the eye.
"How about the short version of 'all about it,'" he asked.
"OK, you asked. I'm a student on a swimming scholarship, I'm in my second year, my former boss and my lover pay for my car and pay my bills, and I have paid for this penthouse for the remainder of my years in school. He spent most of the past year here but had to return to New York for his job. I'm not an escort or drug dealer; I work at the bar for spending cash. Is that enough?" I said matter-of-factly, smiled, and looked at James again.
"Former boss and lover, the same person?" James asked as his eyes were wide as saucers.
"Same person. Former boss and our relationship is on hold since he returned to New York."
"He must think a lot of you."
I nodded, looking into my drink.
James reached over and put his hand on my shoulder, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean. . ."
"Of course, you wouldn't have known. Don't worry, it's OK." I looked at him, smiling.
He grabbed harder on my shoulder and began rubbing the back of my neck. He reached over with his other hand and touched my knee. I looked at him, and he stared into my eyes with a gentle smile.
"I'm not him, but maybe we could. . ." James began.
"I don't want you to be, and c'mon, let's go to bed," I grabbed his hand and pulled him from the couch.
We went to the bedroom, and I began kissing him hard. He responded by placing both of his big hands on my waist and kissing me back equally hard. I started to undo his belt. He slipped his hands under my shirt and gently lifted it off me.
"Ah," he gasped, "that looks good, buddy."
His pants fell to the floor, and he was sporting an impressive raging hard-on, "So does this!" I said as I pulled his underwear off.
He hurriedly took off his vest, tie, and shirt. He was pretty muscled up, and that was pretty nice to look at. He also had a lot of hair on his chest, belly, and under his arms. I let out a squeal, and he laughed at me. In the process of his undressing, I had slipped out of my jeans and underwear. James pushed me down onto the bed and lifted up my legs as he knelt down and began eating me out. I shivered; it had been some time since I had a bearded man down there eating me like a pro. He held one of my legs back with one hand and began to slowly pump on his cock with the other. He was noisily working on my hole. It was glorious; he made sure to keep my hole wet with a steady rhythm of licks, sucking, and spitting.
He stood up and placed himself between my legs. He was big before, but now he was rock-hard and looked a little scary. He wasn't as big as Dan, but I knew if he got carried away, this would make me hurt for a few days. Gently, he placed his tool at my well-prepared hole and gave me a slight shove. It passed, and I let out a quiet groan. James was thick, and accommodating him would be a challenge. However horny he was, he was careful to not rush things and slowly but decidedly entered me all the way. I reached up and held onto his wrists. He smiled and pulled back. He not as slowly entered me a second time, and the size of his cock made me grunt in pleasure. I gasped and panted when he bottomed out in me again. Once more, he pulled back, and before he could push back in, I forced myself onto him. I let out a long, sustained groan of contentment as he filled me to the hilt.
He stayed still for a moment before he withdrew and began laying some strong strokes. He was a fountain of precum, and I was slick within a few minutes. He smiled and panted as he fucked me. He looked down a few times, watching his cock go in and out of me. I reached up to my nipples and began pinching them. He was rubbing his hands up and down my legs, kissing my calves, and starting to sweat.
"Baby, I want to see that ass of yours. Can I turn you over so I can fuck you from behind?" He panted, almost begging me.
I asked him to not stop, I was close and if he could fuck the come out of me, I'd be glad to turn over for him. He smiled and began stroking my prostate with his big cock head. He was a great top, and he grabbed my ass cheeks and started fucking me harder. I felt a twinge between my legs, my balls churning as the build-up became inevitable. I reached up to his muscular chest and held his pecs in my hands as he had me coming with his solid fuck strokes.
I hurriedly turned over, and James was back in me within seconds. He wanted to look at my ass as he nailed me, and I could tell from his gasps, groans, and moans that what he saw was pleasing him. He grabbed my waist forcefully and rammed into me, cursing as he unloaded his balls into my guts. He stopped momentarily when his first shot came but returned to his previous rhythm to finish filling me up.
"That was hot," James said, catching his breath and slowly withdrawing from me.
"I come to town every few months; I'd like a regular guy like you, if you don't mind me saying so," he continued.
"Hell no, I don't mind. You're pretty fucking hot. Does the wife know?" I smiled.
"Uhm, what?" he started to get up off the bed, trying desperately to find his clothes.
"James, James, it's all right, man; I'm not looking to out you or fuck around with you; I just know how men married to women usually fuck guys."
That calmed him down.
"That's how you knew I was married?" he sat down naked next to me.
"Yeah, if I'm not getting ramrodded, I usually can tell you're married. Don't get me wrong, you know how to fuck! It was great." I put my hand on his knee. "Really, don't worry about it, I'm not outing you. I'm not going to make trouble. I want you coming back and doing me again!"
He smiled at me, put his hand on my shoulder, and grabbed it firmly, "I'd like to come back again."
"Good, because we could both use that right now."
James reached into his wallet, pulled out a business card, and handed it to me.
"Here's my card. Use it -- I don't even mind a little phone talk. Please stay in touch."
I smiled at him and reached up to kiss him. He was passionate when he kissed me back.
"I think you and I can have some good times together. Don't lose my card."
The bar was working on renovations to add an outdoor bar section for the late spring to early fall months. It was a huge undertaking, and the outdoor space would likely double the indoor part. My boss asked me if I would be available for the 'season', as he called it, and except for classes beginning in September, I could commit to working it. It was an exciting addition to the bar and something that could make a big difference in what we could do for sales. It would also make it a destination spot for the town.
I noticed one of the construction guys looking at me as I walked toward my car. He had a hot, hip, young look about him. He had a pretty untrimmed beard but a nice smile. I smiled back at him. He jumped off the deck and came running over to me.
"Hey, nice car," he said, "do you happen to have a light?"
I carried a lighter to light up customer's cigarettes if I was nearby and had one in my jacket pocket.
"Here you go," I tossed it to him, "You can keep it." I started to get into my car.
"Hey man, I'm new to all this, but I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime?" He flashed a beautiful smile, and his eyes twinkled.
"Sure, I'm off tonight, but I have a few things I'm working on for school projects; maybe you'd like to come over when you get off work, and we could hang out, or if you really want, we could go out."
I gave him directions to my place and phone number, and he said he'd probably see me around five.
I expected this to be a random hookup, so I spread myself out on the table and started working on these projects that would be due sooner than I wanted. I was utterly immersed in what I was doing when the phone rang. It was a number I didn't know, and then I realized that it was probably Jake, the construction guy.
"Hey Jake, what's happening?" I answered.
"Hey, I can't find the floor on the elevator down here."
"Oh yeah, I'm sorry, turn around and use the elevator behind you." I just remembered that I had to tell him about the penthouse elevator.
I went to the bathroom for a quick toothbrush and ensured my hair looked alright.
Jake was at the front door and was ringing the bell. I opened the door, and he smiled and looked around and whistled.
"C'mon in!" I said.
"You live here?" he looked around more and then at me.
"I do," I said, "it's not what you think."
"Look, dude, you're hot, but I think I stepped into something I didn't understand. . ." Jake started.
"It's nothing like that; the company I worked for this summer rented this for me, I don't have roommates, but there is a guy who comes down from New York occasionally and stays here."
"Oh, OK, what did you do for them?" Jake began to sound a little more at ease.
"I was a personal assistant for a lawyer who spent nine months here helping the university secure funding. He's the guy who comes down. I'm a second-year student on a swimming scholarship, and I can't afford this on that. I'm not out of your league, Jake."
"I work at the bar, and I know how to work. Came from a small farm in Ohio. I don't want to do that the rest of my life, so I'm going to school here," I continued, "Nothing wrong with real work."
"Cool, I'm sorry, I just assumed you were . . ." Jake started.
I noticed that he was smiling and had trimmed up his beard respectably, and I leaned over to kiss him. I would have kissed him even if he hadn't trimmed.
He put his hands up to my face and held it while we started making out on the couch. I grabbed the back of his head, pulled him closer, and moved my nose to his neck. He smelled good, was a good kisser, and was beginning to turn me on. It was really the first time a guy my age had that effect on me.
"Damn, buddy, you feel good, you smell good. Did you still want to go out or hang out here?" I asked him.
"I have to be at work by 10 tomorrow," he replied, "I wouldn't mind just hanging out with you all night."
"Hungry, want a drink?" I asked.
Jake held me in place on the couch, "I'm hungry for something, but it's not food," he smiled at me.
"C'mon, I got a big bed, let's go use it."
We undressed hurriedly in the dimly lit bedroom. Jake had a pretty impressive body, and he most likely worked out in addition to having a construction job. He also had a fair amount of body hair in the best places. He could be a dancer at a club and make lots of money; he looked that good.
He walked over to me and began rubbing the back of his hand on my abs and chest.
"I like this no hair," he said and reached over to kiss me.
"I like this -- lots of hair," and I pushed him down on the bed.
I moved a step towards him and put my hard cock on his lips. He opened his mouth and took me in, licking the underside with his tongue as I gently thrust my whole cock into his mouth. He had a good way of sucking and had me precumming within 30 seconds. I began moaning, and he grabbed the base of my shaft and began going down only about halfway while squeezing my cock with his rough hands. He felt good on me, and I knew that I'd be blowing down his throat any second. I pulled back and out of his mouth.
"What's wrong?" Jake asked, looking at me, worried he had done something I didn't like.
"Nothing, dude, but I'd really like to fuck you tonight. I want to nut inside you."
He smiled broadly and returned to the pillows, "I was hoping you would."
I bent down and kissed him as I positioned myself between his legs. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube. I poured a little on my fingers and slid one into him. He gasped, and I could tell he was pretty tight. It was so snug that I wouldn't last long with him. I moved gently in and out, putting a little more lube on me, and kept sliding in him. He was moaning and gently bucking his hips. He liked it, but I could tell he was ready for more.
I lubed myself up and put my painfully hard cock at his hole. He looked up at me and smiled.
"Fuck me, man," he panted, and I pushed up against his tight hole. I slipped into his outer ring, and he cried out in lust. I stayed still and waited until he nodded. I pushed some more and began feeling the tightness of his ass. It was heaven, and my cock pulsed inside him. He writhed around a little, getting accustomed to me, then looked up at me.
I began to withdraw and then reenter him, and he was moaning. He laid his legs at my elbows and grabbed with his rough hands at my wrists. He looked at me, flashing his stunning smile, and I knew he was enjoying getting nailed. Jake was still pretty tight, and it was driving me crazy. He felt good, and I had laid a good amount of precum in him. His hole was tight and wet, and it made me harder every few minutes. He was moaning and holding my wrists tightly. He brought his head off the pillows and tried to kiss me. I moved back so he couldn't reach my mouth. He looked puzzled. I bent down and bit his upper lip playfully, and he gasped. I moved his legs outward and laid on his torso, steadily fuking him. He reached around my shoulders with his hands and started pulling me closer to him as if we could actually get any closer. I put my nose behind his right ear and gently kissed him there. He panted and gave me a bear hug. He was hanging there as I continued slamming into his hole. He was wet, and I was stiff, and he began kissing under my chin. He cried out a few times to keep plowing him, and I happily obliged. My cock was solid now, and I knew I was close. My hips disengaged, and now it was my cock and his hole. I could feel my balls tighten up, and within seconds, I was slamming a heavy, robust set of ropes inside him. He cried out as I began to come and grabbed himself. Four strokes later, he was shooting between us.
"You know how to fuck," Jake panted as I withdrew from him.
"You did pretty good yourself; you're so tight," I smiled as I sat beside him.
"Yeah, I don't sleep with just anyone," he replied.
"Speaking of sleep, I need to get up early. If you want to stay, you're welcome to. The shower is in there if you want it," I said, pointing to the bathroom.
"Unless you think I need one, I don't need a shower. And thanks, yeah, I'll stay," Jake smiled.
"You're good. Come here; let me hold on to that hot body tonight," I asked him.
"Damn, I was wanting to hold you, but sure," Jake was beaming.
I pulled the covers over us, and we held each other until the alarm went off early the following day.
"Uh, Jake, I got to get to class. Please make us a pot of coffee. Do you drink coffee? I need to get a shower."
Jake stretched out and smiled at me, "Sure, man, I'll get a pot going. Can I join you in the shower?"
I laughed, "I'm sorry, of course you can. I didn't mean to be bossy, I get us set up for the shower while you make coffee."
"I didn't think you were my boss, but I wouldn't mind being bossed around by you," he flashed that incredible smile again and started making me feel something special about a hookup.
Jake and I spent the rest of January and February together, in and out of bed, when he wasn't working or I wasn't in class, and I liked it. I think he did, too. We didn't talk much about our past or about the future, but we had easy conversations and great sex. I hooked up with Sean a few times as well. I hadn't forgotten Pete, but we were living our new lives apart, and things were returning to what life had been like before meeting him.
By mid-February, Jake had become a regular fixture at the penthouse. I liked the company of another guy in my bed, and he was enthralled with me. I enjoyed spending time together after work or when I had classes. I woke up one Monday morning with Jake holding me from having sex the night before when I heard a text message from my phone.
"Hey, Champ, I miss you. I have some business next week and thought I'd come down Friday night. I love you!"
I hadn't necessarily avoided the conversation with Jake about Pete. Still, I never explained who Pete was and how I would maneuver the following week. I genuinely enjoyed Jake, I appreciated the frequent sex, and I liked being next to a guy all night. And I didn't want to mess this up after Pete left. I had to think about how I could keep Jake around after a week or so with Pete. I decided to wait until later today to talk to him about it.
I ran into Andy in the lobby when leaving for my first class.
"Hey, stranger," he beamed at me.
"Hey Andy, what's happening?" I smiled back.
"Wife's out of town with the kids on Friday through next week," he winked at me.
"Oh! Hey, could we have lunch today? I've got a problem I need to talk with you about?"
"Sure, how's one?"
We met for lunch at a popular deli downtown on the mall, and I laid bare my problem with Jake and Pete and how I could get through it unscathed. He said he could take care of Jake but made no promises that he could completely keep him out of the way during Pete's visit. He strongly suggested that I have a heart-to-heart with Jake and soon. And he did mention that he would really like to hook up with Pete and me while he was here, given he would be alone.
I realized I had to have that complicated conversation with Jake tonight. When he came over for dinner, we sat at the table because we hadn't before, and it felt right to have an honest discussion. I told him I enjoyed being with him, but my boss was coming to town this weekend through next week.
"Does he know you're gay?" Jake asked.
"He knows, he is too," I replied.
"So what's the problem?"
"Jake, Pete is my boyfriend, and he pays the bills -- all for me," I replied.
It finally dawned on him why we couldn't be together for a week or so, "So, you've been wasting my time?" he asked, looking discouraged.
"Hold on, I'm sorry. I guess it would feel like that to you. I didn't think we would get past a week or so before you moved on. I didn't realize that you wanted more than some good regular sex."
"But I did want regular sex, man; we've been together every night for the past month, and we've done a lot outside of the bedroom, too. I just thought we were getting close. . . I didn't know you had a boyfriend."
"It's complicated with Pete. He's my boyfriend, but he can't tell me who I can see when he's not here since he's married. He only asks that I'm his only when he's in town."
"He allows you to cheat on him?"
"He knows that I'm very sexual, he knows my past, he knows I'm 19 and he's married. He says he doesn't want to be a hypocrite and control me. He only wants me to be his while he's in town."
"So, what does that do to guys who start to fall for you? Don't you think it might have been more fair to tell me this upfront? Let me make the decision if I spent the first night with you or just have you fuck me and I go home? I started feeling like I wasn't going to be part of this lifestyle in the depraved way it can be. I started feeling like you and I could do more than be fuckbuddies."
"Wow! I am sorry. You're right; I should have been honest upfront. I didn't know you were feeling that way, though. I don't remember you saying anything. That's not your fault."
"OK, I like you, and the sex is good," Jake said, "and we can still fool around, but I'm going home tonight. I'm not mad; I want to think. I might change my mind about fooling around, but, fine, I'll admit it, I'm a little hurt, and I wouldn't be good company anyhow."
He got up, approached me, kissed me goodnight, and left.
"That didn't go as I expected, but it didn't go horribly wrong either," I thought as he shut the door.
I picked Pete up at six on Friday night. It had been about six weeks since we said goodbye at the airport, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw him disembark. He smiled at me, and I walked over to him and fell into his open arms. I put my face next to his chest, and he patted my head, kissed the top of it, and I hugged him around the waist. It was calming to see him again.
"I love you," he whispered in my ear. I just held him tighter.
When we got to the car, I paused before starting it and reached over and kissed him passionately. He responded by putting his hands all over my face and kissing back equally passionately. I took a deep breath when we stopped.
"I've missed you. I love you more than ever, if possible," I said.
He grabbed my hand and I drove back to the penthouse. We spent the night together having sex that could only be described as emotionally fulfilling and overly satisfying. In the morning, I could hear Pete in the kitchen making coffee. I got up and stood in the doorway to the bedroom naked.
"Whoa, Champ, you look good. You've lost some weight; let's get breakfast to put some meat back on those bones."
I smiled at him, half hard because he called me Champ, and he was only in pajama bottoms that looked great on him.
"Sure, breakfast would be great! What else do you have planned for today?" I replied.
"Nothing in particular, no business for sure, but was there something you wanted to do?"
"You know I was interested in attending the University Symphony tonight; I have tickets on hold if you want to. We could go over to Massanutten and go skiing tomorrow. The sun is supposed to be out, and it's been nearly a year since we did that."
"Those both sound great; yeah, let's do that! I'm glad I'm back with you, but it feels strange. I feel like a visitor now," Pete said.
I looked at him sadly and nodded, "I hope by the time you leave you feel like this is our home again together."
Pete walked over and hugged me, holding me close to his chest. It was the beginning of the week, and we found the magic again.
We had as much fun on Saturday skiing as we did the first time we went together a year ago. We had done a few spectacular runs on the intermediate slopes.
"Do you think you're ready for an advanced slope?" Pete asked me, "You've mastered these, and I wouldn't mind a little more challenge myself."
"Sure, I'd love to try it," I smiled. Pete was returning to the adventurous guy I had fallen in love with. I loved a lot about him, but he was quickly returning to himself around me.
We got to the top of the slope right as the sun was making a decided turn for the west, and I knew we'd do this one run and go back home. Pete gave me a fist bump and took off first. I waited about 20 seconds to follow. Then I noticed Pete had fallen, sliding without a rudder and flailing around. I took off after him, not caring that the same thing could happen to me. I got to him a mangled heap of a person with legs still attached to skis and in different positions. I stopped and saw he was looking at me, a bit frightened.
"I'm coming," I yelled to him. I got to him and asked if anything felt broken or if he hurt.
"No, I don't think anything is broken; my ankle hurts like hell, though."
By this time, two medics had arrived, began the questions, and did a few vital checks. They began helping him up. We had practically made it almost three-fourths of the hill, and we all took an emergency hill to reach the bottom. When we finally reached the end of the run, they rechecked him and looked at his ankle.
"I don't see a break but you might want to go to the ER and have this checked anyhow," one of the medics said.
Pete looked at me, embarrassed, and nodded that he agreed. We took off to the local ER hospital and checked in. Only two other people were waiting in the office and sat down to wait.
"I'm sorry, Champ, I really wanted to be out to dinner with you at the lodge right now," Pete said as if he were ashamed.
"Don't worry about that, Dad; you need to get checked, and then we can do whatever we want afterward if the doctor OKs it." I put my arm around his shoulders and we waited.
After about two hours, a doctor approached me about Pete.
"Hi, I'm Doctor Narwalla; you are . . ." he started.
"I'm Pete Walker's son," I replied, concerned that the doctor had come to talk with me.
"Your father is resting now and on some strong painkillers. I wanted to be sure he had a safe way back home tonight. I'm going to ask you to keep him resting for a few days and no alcohol while he's on the prescription for pain."
"We can do that. Is his ankle broken?"
"No, close, though; it's one of the worst sprains I've seen here. A few days of rest and he'll be able to manage. We'll release him to you, I need you to sign him out."
I signed the paperwork in an illegible scrawl and waited for them to wheel Pete to the door. He was beyond humiliated at this point, and he looked grouchy despite the painkillers. The nurse asked me to pull up to the front doors.
I helped Pete into the penthouse elevator while he wobbled on one crutch. I held on to him as we went up. He looked at me sadly, "Well, this wasn't in the plan, was it?"
"No, it wasn't, but it happened, and you're going to get better, and I'm here to help you with that."
We got into the apartment, and I helped him to the couch and took off our coats.
"I need a scotch," Pete looked at me.
"Nope! Not on your life, buddy. You're not drinking and taking painkillers while I'm around."
"Just a sip," he sounded angry for the first time we had been together, and it took me a minute to understand fully that he wasn't kidding.
"I said 'no' once already and promised the doctor that you wouldn't do that. You're not going to die on me by mixing drugs and alcohol. Stop being a pussy and get your head out of your ass for a moment. I'm already worried about signing you out of the hospital, and I'm worried about you. Stop being a dick."
You could see his anger build up then come down just as quickly, "I'm so sorry, Champ, I didn't mean to . . ."
"I love you, Pete. I was worried when the doctor came to see me. Worried about what had happened to you. I know the painkillers put people in a different mental state, so I'm sorry, I had to get your attention somehow."
"Come here," he put his hand out, and I sat beside him.
"I love you. Only one person gets to talk to me that way: you. But it's because I deserved it. I know you care about me, and I'm sorry for getting nasty. Forgive me?"
I laughed, "You can still get nasty with me in other ways. Of course, I forgive you."
He put his arm over my shoulders and pulled my head onto his chest. I wasn't mad at him, and it felt right with him holding me. We fell asleep that way, and even though it was uncomfortable for probably both of us, it was perfect.
I got up early the following day, got Pete a pillow and blanket, and brought him his meds.
He smiled weakly as I tucked him in on the couch, "This is us in 30 years, you know," he said.
I smiled and looked at him, "I doubt that, but if it is, I know I'll do it with as much love for you then as I feel now."
He reached up, grabbed my hand, and squeezed it.
"I'm going to make us some breakfast. Rest because we'll work on that foot some today."
After breakfast, I got a pan to soak his ankle in warm water. While he was soaking, I went to the kitchen and wrapped ice in a towel. I returned and knelt down to get the pan and dry his foot. Pete reached over and put his hand on my head.
"I love you; I love how you care about me," he smiled.
"I love you," I said, getting up and putting the iced towel on his sprain, "I was worried about you, scared, actually. I know this hurts, but I'm glad that it's only a sprain."
He hugged me close and kissed the top of my head.
"I'm ashamed to look weak in front of you. I feel foolish for being so confident in my skiing skills. I don't want to be a burden to you."
"I'm not ashamed of you, and you're no burden. As for your skiing, when I got to the top of that slope, I'm not going to lie; it looked intimidating. At least you got halfway!"
He started laughing. It felt good to hear him laugh again, and it lightened everything up.
Monday morning, Pete was up and at it, and I drove him to his meeting, where he promised to stay seated all day until I came and picked him up.
"Hey, Champ," he smiled at me, "let's get some dinner, your choice."
"Sure, how about ribs tonight? There's a new place a few blocks from the restaurant, and I've heard good things about them."
"Sounds great! Let's go."
We got to the restaurant, and while there was a significant wait, we passed most of the waiting tables and got seated within five minutes. The host said they seated us at an accessible table, and that's how we skipped through the line.
"Nice looking interior for the menu," Pete said, looking around.
"So, what have you been up to with school?" He looked at me, changing the subject abruptly.
"Chinese and Arabic are giving me some problems -- I think it's more about the alphabet than the translating, but since reading is a major translation component, I need to buckle down and work harder on it. English is good, history has high scores and math -- I need work. Swimming is good, I scored in the top five at regionals. I'm going to miss it, but I'm glad it's coming to the end of the season."
"You're looking great, as always. How's Sean and Andy?"
"I've worked out a lot with Sean; it's helped to distract me, and Andy and I had lunch just last week. They're not you, you know. Fun sometimes, lonely sometimes."
He reached over and squeezed my leg firmly under the table.
"How's work? What have you heard about the Officer's School?"
"Work is tedious but rewarding, and they have already started building the school. It looks like I'll be down in September. Are you ready for that?"
I looked at him, shocked. I had no clue the school would be done so soon and that I'd be changing colleges. I did put in an application at William and Mary and Old Dominion. ODU said I'm pending on a scholarship, and I still need to hear back from William and Mary.
"Wow! I didn't realize it would be this year I'd be transferring."
"But you're ready to if they accept you, right? You're still coming with me?"
"You know, I wouldn't think of doing anything else. I like it here, but a life at the beach for my last two years might be more exciting. And it is with you, so yes, I am ready.
"Good, I hoped that was the case. I've got some exciting news for you then. I'm going to be there for the better part of two years. Are you ready for that?"
I looked at him in astonishment, "Am I ready? Absolutely, you know I am. Are you serious? Pete, that is some excellent news! I love you, I can't wait now! How are you going to handle things at home?"
"I told her my work was moving me to Virginia for two years. She didn't make too much fuss and realized it might be better to just let it happen than to deal with our situation daily. She did ask about what keeps me here so much."
"And? What did you tell her?"
"Nothing about you, only that since she and I weren't so happily married, I wouldn't ask for a divorce anymore if she just dealt with this career move. She's logical; I'll give her that. She said that perhaps separation might be best for both of us. I was shocked that she had that much grace about it."
"Well, I hope I never have to go through New Year's Day again after you live here for two years," I said.
"I've thought about that, too. After this is done, I plan to retire from partner in New York and set up a small practice in Norfolk. Is it my big money, career, and prestige in New York? No, but if I do this right, as a senior partner, I don't have to take many cases, build up a reputable firm, and sell my share when I want to retire or never retire but take on only what I want. I plan on incorporating it in your name."
My jaw hit the floor, "What does that mean exactly?"
"It means, in a nutshell, the company is yours, you're my boss and we have income for life. It also means you'll be able to work with me side by side and put your education to use. I want to deal with the Chinese and Saudis, and between you and me, some luck, and good partners, we can make this a success.
"I don't want to interfere with your studies, but can you consider taking business and accounting classes to get up to speed? You have a knack with being organized. Some coursework in business would be a major asset, and you'd be a phenomenal business owner. And there's nothing to be ashamed of in owning a successful company. You have the look of a successful man in the making."
I continued to look shocked. Everything he said sounded appealing, and knowing how brilliant Pete was, I knew we could pull it off.
"I love you," I said, "this is by far one of the best plans you've come up with about a future together."
I grabbed his leg under the table. He smiled and put his hand on mine.
"I thought you might like this one. It will take a lot of work, but it will be worthwhile."
Pete and I spent the rest of the week together, like last year, living and sleeping together. Having him next to me was fulfilling. Our sex was phenomenal as well, and by the end of the week, both of us weren't emotional wrecks. I could finally see a stable future with Pete, starting in only six months. As hard as it was saying goodbye at the airport, it was not a repeat of New Year's Day.
"I love you, Champ. You make me proud every time I see you. Are you all set for Spring Break? I'll be down a few days before we take off."
"I love you, too. I'm ready for some time off and to spend it with you next month! I will miss you until then, but it's only a few weeks away."
I hugged him around his tight waist and laid my head on his big chest. I breathed him in and sighed. He bent down, kissed my head, and whispered, "I love you."
Pete hobbled off to the walkway to the plane, turned around, gave me a big smile, and waved.
Until I saw Pete again, I worked on getting my transfer to ODU settled, working, and finishing up my studies on a positive note before Spring Break. I spent time with Jake, but only some nights. I could feel the hurt he still had about being second, and while it bothered me somewhat, my future was with Pete, and I wasn't going to mess that up.
I called James a few days before the weekend and discovered he was coming to town. I liked Jake, but he wouldn't top under any circumstances, and I needed a man to work me over thoroughly. I thought James was coming to town and said he was staying at the ski resort and wondered if we could get together again. He stated he was checking in Friday around noon and would happily have me spend the entire weekend with him. I asked if he skied and would like to spend our time out of bed skiing and swimming, and he said he would be willing to do more with me than just sex. We planned to meet at 1 on Friday at the ski lodge.
I drove over to the resort after my last class Friday and found James had rented a cabin on the same road that Pete had previous year. Although smaller, it looked equally comfortable. He was as handsome as the last time I saw him and flashed a great smile as he stood in the doorway to the cabin, his tie semi-done and his big frame bulging in a very masculine way. He had taken his jacket off and looked phenomenal. I grabbed my bag from the back seat and bounded up the steps to the door. He shook my hand, pulled me close, and gave me a big bear hug. I felt his back with my hands as I hugged him back. He looked around and then gave me a kiss on the neck.
We walked in and closed the door. He was immediately on me and was kissing me passionately. He had a fire lit, and it was comfortable in the cabin. I kissed him back passionately, and he reached down, put his big arm under my knees, lifted me up, and carried me upstairs. I knew he was horny, and I have to admit I was, too. I had been topping exclusively when Pete went home and I wanted to get fucked by a man -- a big man who enjoyed fucking as much as I enjoyed submitting to a great top.
Unlike our first encounter, we hurriedly undressed and I laid back on the bed with my legs spread my hole up for him to do what he wanted.
"We've got all weekend, Sport, and I promise to eat you out plenty, but I need to be in you. I've been saving this since I got your call," he looked at me, smiling, holding his big shaved balls.
"I've needed fucked good for a few weeks, so go to it stud," I smiled back.
He produced a bottle of lubricant and fingered an good bit into me. His fingers were longer and thicker than most guys, and from the moment he started prepping me, he had me moaning. I could hear him slicking up his cock at the same time. I pushed my groin further into the air, and he took it as his cue to enter me. He wasn't aggressive, but he wasn't too gentle either. As he pressed into me, I gasped and reached for his arms. They were huge, and I could never hope to even wrap my hands around them, but they were firm, and I liked holding on to them as he continued his descent into me. I cried out in ecstasy when he hit bottom. He was solid and extremely hard. He leaned down and kissed me. Then he stood up and began fucking me with reckless abandon. He hadn't gotten to plowing me, but I could hear him panting and gasping, and as he picked up his pace, I knew that the rough part was coming.
I was moaning and gasping, he was hard and thick, and he was filling and fucking me the way I loved to be fucked. He stopped momentarily and pushed me onto the bed, and he got on his knees and reentered me. As I reached for his arms, he pushed them away and took both my wrists in his big hands and, lifted my hands above my head, not missing a stroke, and held them down to the mattress. He began getting rougher and more challenging with his rhythm and began kissing me on my neck and breathing heavily. I knew it was going to be time soon. I felt my balls churn and move around even though his tight lower abs were lying on them, and soon, I began to feel him stiffen, his breathing more raspy.
"I'm going to. . ." he began, but I already felt strong shots of his load hitting my insides and it pushed me over the edge and I began draining my balls between us. He let go of my wrists and I put my hands on his shoulders and felt the muscularity of them and it sustained me for three more shots.
"Fuck, Sport, I needed that," he whispered in my ear in a husky voice.
"I did, too," I said, catching my breath.
James was still in me, but I could feel him slipping out. Once he had fully withdrawn, he rolled over onto his back. His chest was heaving more slowly, and the sweat we had built up glistened on his muscular body. He looked good, and I admired the man who made me remember why I loved being a bottom sometimes.
"I've got some wine downstairs chilling, did you want to go to dinner tonight or have something delivered?" James asked, rolling on his side and facing me, tracing the back of his finger on my abs and chest.
"You know delivery sounds great. I could actually go for another round or two today. Would you be interested in catching a swim in between? It's just a little after 2:30, so it's too early to eat."
"I'd love to go to the pool with you, but damn, I forgot my swimsuit," he replied.
"No worries, they have a very well-stocked gift shop, and because of your size up front, they have contoured suits that will make you look good."
"I don't know if I could walk around in a Speedo. What do you think?"
"I know you could pull it off, and I'm putting bets on it that you'd look better than every guy in your age group and even ten years younger than you. Twenty bucks says I'm right. You're a hot, muscular man, and I don't know many guys your age with the body shape and muscularity."
"Well, sure, if you think so," he smiled at me, "and I'm holding you to your bet. I'll pay double if I'm wrong!"
I laughed, "Get your wallet out buddy, I'm going to win!"
He laughed and messed with my hair a little bit and kissed me.
"C'mon, let's go, big guy," I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of bed.
We stopped at the gift shop to get him a swimsuit. He modeled a few for me, but we both settled on a golden chocolate brown pair. Something about that color showed off his package, and I wanted him to feel confident knowing he was the stud I thought he was.
James had a big upper body, not fat, just big, muscular, and very masculine. He may have had some places where he could take off some weight, but doing so might have changed how virile he looked. He filled out his Speedo well and checked himself in the mirror of the locker room. He took a deep breath when we walked through the short lobby to the pool. Unlike last year, there weren't many people in the lobby, but the ones there did stare and become quiet as we passed through. I just smiled at a few people, nodded, and kept moving. There wasn'twas a better time for a lack of confidence. James just stared straight ahead to the door to the pool. We had made our way to the door, opened it, and he took a deep breath.
"You're fine," I whispered. He blushed.
We found a few families at the pool's shallow end who were too busy with their kids to notice us. However, as we walked further to the deep end where there were a few couples and singles, the talking stopped and the eyes followed us. We found seats quickly and jumped into the pool together. Once we were in, James laughed heartily as he slicked back his hair. A big part was due to his nerves being soothed now that the catwalk was done.
"I guess I owe you $40," he looked at me with a twinkle in his eye, laughing still.
"Ah, forget the money; I'll collect it some other way," I winked at him, and he shoved me underwater.
We swam around playing, splashing, and generally being immature in the deep end. It was fun being with James he was playful, handsome, rugged, and just fun to be around. I never felt the word "L" coming from him, so playing with him felt safe and comfortable. I never expected him to treat me or act like Pete did, and I don't want him to anyhow.
"Did you want to get in the hot tub?" I asked him after messing around in the water for nearly an hour.
"Sure, that would be nice. It's been a long week, and I wouldn't mind a little loosening. Do you know if they have massages here?" James asked.
"I don't know, but we'll have to ask at the desk before returning to the locker room."
"You know the sex was relaxing. I don't have much with the wife anymore. She is disinterested after the kids left home. I'm not leaving her, but I'm not a monk and I'll keep my sex life that I've been used to."
"Yeah, I've heard that from a lot of guys around your age. No judgments, I'm happy that it happens, it makes finding hot guys like you easier."
"Let's go get a massage and then go back and relax before dinner."
The massage and dinner did wonders for both of us. James fucked me two more times that night and into the early morning. Each time is as good as the last. He had a very high sex drive, and I was happy to be with him. I met my match when it came to sex. We fell asleep together but somehow drifted apart on the big bed overnight. I didn't mind, though. He wasn't Pete, and I wasn't looking for a replacement. In fact, we had a long talk about Pete as we wrapped up the weekend. It ended up on a positive note, and James said he liked my company. He completely understood why Pete was in love with me. Still, he wasn't looking for that type of relationship. He wondered if seeing each other casually when he was in town would be OK. I was happy that we could continue the way we were with no expectations of anything more than some mind-blowing sex with a hot guy.
I trudged through the next few weeks at school, practice and work. Jake came over a lot less often, but we always had good sex when he did. Sometimes, he spent the night, but more often than not, he just went home afterward. I was comfortable with the arrangement and letting him call the shots so he didn't feel as bad about not being more than what we were. In mid-March, he came over for the last time. I went to kiss him, and he kept me from doing so.
"I wanted to talk with you face to face," he said, lowering his hands.
"I've been seeing someone and while you are great and I wanted more, I know that's not going to happen for us, now. I've decided that if I want a real relationship with a real guy, then I need to act like I want one; I need to do the things I need to do to make it work," Jake continued.
"Wow! I think I'm actually happy for you! Can you tell me about him? C'mon sit down, I won't try anything," I said.
We sat down on the couch apart.
"Well, he's a contractor for the project and we have sort of been seeing each other," Jake started.
I smiled, genuinely happy that he was comfortable enough to talk to me about this. It helped him open up even more.
"He's divorced, 33, and . . ." he started.
"Oh, stop! You're killing me, how is he in bed?"
Jake laughed and continued, "Fucking great! He's got a body/beard/face/smile/cock that would make even a straight guy question themselves."
I started laughing, too, Jake was animated talking about him, and you could tell he was smitten with the new guy. I listened carefully as he spoke about the contractor, whose name was Smith. It sounded like Smith treated Jake well, gave him what he wanted in bed, and was generally an all-around good guy.
We talked a little more before Jake said he wanted to meet with Smith.
"Look, Jake, I'm sorry I wasn't totally upfront about Pete and I'm sorry if I hurt you. I definitely enjoyed seeing you and if it wasn't Pete, I think you know what I'm trying to say and not so well."
"I did fall for you, but I know what it's like for you and Pete. I think Smith and I will have something like that, at least I hope so. I'm not too mad about the way things turned out, in fact, I'm OK. Maybe the four of us can get together some time for dinner."
"That would be interesting and probably fun, watching two older guys show off their younger boyfriends," I replied, laughing.
Jake hugged me, "You're OK buddy, thanks for the good time. And I'm serious, we need to try dinner, the four of us."
I sat on the couch quietly after he left. For the first time I felt a little bit of shame for how I acted with him. I wondered if I was the guy who fell for someone who wasn't available, only to find that I wouldn't have a chance. I resolved that anyone who wasn't a one night stand would know that I planned on staying with Pete no matter how rich, good-looking, or good they were in bed. The phone interrupted my thoughts. It was Pete.
"Hey Champ, I have a question I want you to consider for a few days. Don't say anything now, we can talk about it later."
"Pete, I love you and miss you and I'll think about what you will tell me."
"I love you, too. I was talking to my oldest daughter. She'll be graduating from college this summer with an MBA. I told her about you, and I think she'll be interested in joining the firm. I know it's a stretch and I asked her to not discuss it with anyone, but I wanted you to think about it. I'm coming down next weekend for Spring Break, and we can have that discussion then.
"OK, I'll think about the business thing this week. But what did you tell her about me? You didn't say anything about . . ."
"No, no, I didn't say anything about us. The only thing we discussed was business and my plans and that I thought how bright you are, and how I wanted to give you a start up."
I was in knots for the rest of the week, thinking about the pros, but mainly the cons of having one of Pete's daughters working for us. I knew I was in for a battle royale with Pete about this and all before a week-long trip to Mexico for Spring Break. I was about to learn and relearn my negotiating skills and keeping the relationship Pete and I had, not only afloat, but more vigorous.