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THE LIFEGUARD
Copyright 1999 by Orrin C. Rush. All rights reserved.
Neither this story nor any parts of it may be distributed electronically or in any other manner without the express, written consent of the author. All rights are retained.
Part 3
IS IT LOVE?
I pulled into the hanger and parked in the far corner. One of the pilots came over to pick up my luggage, and escorted me to the plane which was already out on the apron, ready to go.
We boarded, and, of course, Bill was already on board, files and briefing books spread all around him. It wasn't a big jet, seating only six comfortably, but it was fast, about a hundred miles per hour faster than commercial airliners. No steward or stewardess, but I knew the galley would be completely stocked.
After saying "Hi" to Bill, I headed there for a big mug of coffee. I barely got seated when the pilot called back that we were cleared for the runway and were third in line to take off.
I sipped my coffee and watched Bill, totally engrossed in his paperwork. I didn't bother him until we'd taken off and started climbing to cruising altitude. Small jets are noisy on takeoff, so conversation wouldn't have been easy, anyway.
Bill was one of my oldest, and probably closest friends. We went back to college, where he and I had roomed together in our freshman year. My father had hired him straight out of college, and over the years, he had moved up to where he virtually ran the company for me. Friendship aside, he was an extremely capable executive with personality, insight and the ability to make things work. Other, larger, companies had tried to woo him away, but he liked what he was doing. I gave him complete autonomy and had made him a millionaire many times over.
Our friendship wasn't limited to the job, and included lots of social activities as well as golf and travel, with his charming wife Sandy usually included.
When I had "come out" to them, they threw their full support behind me, urging me to be whatever I wanted to be, and never stopped including me in all of their activities. This wasn't because I was the "boss" but because they were sincere friends.
Bill had been studying me during takeoff, and when the noise died down said "You look like you're someplace else."
"I guess I am," I answered.
"Want to talk about it?"
"Not now, maybe later."
We settled down to business. I was already pretty familiar with the whole situation, and Bill filled me in on the details of recent developments.
"What did you ever do to the old Senator to get him started on this vendetta?" he asked. "It almost seems like he wants to get you personally."
"It's been rumored that he knows I'm gay, and he can't handle that," I replied. "I hear that he's even said that because of that I'm a security risk!"
"That issue has no place here," he shot back. "Your private life has nothing to do with how well Metalco makes engine housings, and the Senator knows that."
"I think I've come up with a way for us to get what we want, and, at the same time, let the old fart off the hook without any embarassment," he continued. "Hopefully, it'll be a win-win situation."
I liked Bill's plan. It wasn't foolproof, but it had excellent chances of succeeding.
About an hour out of Hartford, he wound up his briefing, packed up all his papers, and turned to me. "Now, I want to hear about what's going on with you," he said.
"I've met somebody," I told him.
"Kinda figured that," he replied. "And..."
"He's very special, but things have been happening so damned fast that I'm not sure whether I'm coming or going," I told him, then continued telling him all about what had happened in the last week, leaving out the lurid details that would be wasted on a straight guy.
He gave me his full attention, and when I finished, commented "Sounds like a really nice guy. How do you feel about him?"
"I love everything about him. He's handsome, sexy, fun to be around, and he has a brain so we have something to talk about". I continued "Actually, he's the fantasy man I've thought about all my 'gay' life, and I want to be with him forever. And, he says he's in love with me."
"The big question, then, is, do YOU love him?"
"As I said, I love everything about him, and want to be with him every minute, but that gut feeling hasn't kicked in yet. Maybe this trip will give me a chance to step back and let my feelings come to the surface. That's hard to do when he's around. I guess I'm just afraid to make a commitment. It took me a long time to get over Tom, and I don't want to set myself up for that to happen again."
"I promise that I'll give you as much 'space' as I can, but we're going to be pretty busy." Bill said, then continued "from what I know about you, after almost 30 years, I'd say that you've already made up your mind, but haven't accepted it yourself. You know you can talk to me. If you feel like bouncing off any thoughts, I'm there."
On the way to the hotel from the airport, Bill said "I hope that you don't mind - I took the liberty of asking Brian to come up from New Haven tonight. I haven't seen him in a couple of months, and he wanted to say 'hello' to you. He won't get here until later tonight."
"Fine with me," I said. "It's been what, about five or six years since I've seen him. He was in High School, I think".
"He hasn't been home much since he started at Yale, too busy to spend any time with the dull old parents".
Bill had booked a huge suite. We'd need it for meetings, and we both liked our creature comforts.
We had a couple of hours to kill before our first meeting, so I tried to get a little rest for the long evening ahead. I closed my eyes and the first thing that popped up was the image of Eric. I saw him standing in my bedroom, his hand on the statue of Amun, smiling at me. Unconsciously, I guess, I had memorized every detail of the way he looked at that moment. His touseled blond hair, his blue, blue, smiling eyes, his strong jaw and sensuous lips. My journey continued downward to his wide chest with the flat, sharply defined pecs. Over to his muscular arms that were such a turn-on to me. I'd have to tell him about that sometime.
Back to his hard, flat stomach with the line of fuzz that started at his navel and continued downward. His trimmed pubic patch, and then, his unbelievably beautiful dick. Long, straight, and so beautifully proportioned. In a way, I wished it wasn't so long so that I could get all of it into my mouth, but then, length had it's advantages under other circumstances. I guess I'd have to learn how to open my throat to take it all, this dick certainly provided the incentive. Thinking about this made me realize how hard I'd gotten, but I decided to leave it alone. Just imagining him was enough for the moment.
His balls weren't 'low hangers', but like everything about him, in perfect proportion. His long, slender but well muscled legs completed the picture. I realized that his feet weren't part of my memory, but didn't dwell on it.
I dozed, with the image of Eric plastered to the inside of my eyelids, smiling, no doubt. God, he was beautiful.
Our dinner meeting went well. Our counterparts from the engine manufacturer weren't interested in changing sub-contractors in midstream, and gave their full support to Bill's plan. Their lobbyists and cronies at the Pentagon would be given their orders the next day. Things were proceeding well.
When we came into the lobby of our hotel, this gorgeous young man got up from a chair and half walked, half ran over to Bill and gave him a big hug. Yes, I did notice how good looking he was.
"My God!," I thought, "this can't be Brian!" He had been a gangly teenager the last time I saw him.
He turned to me. "Uncle David! It's been a long time!" he said, flashing big brown eyes at me, and grabbed my hand in a vise grip handshake.
The 'radar' screen came on in my brain, blips all over the place screaming 'gay', 'gay', 'gay'. I was so surprised that I had to make a conscious effort not to react. This was totally unexpected!
Brian grabbed his backpack and followed us to the elevators. When we got to our rooms, I excused myself to call Eric and give Bill and Brian a chance to talk.
Eric's sexy "Hello" made me realize how much I missed him. We talked about what we had both done that day, and both expressed how much we missed each other. It was almost businesslike. Then, he did it again, saying "I love you" then hanging up before I could answer.
I sensed that something was wrong, but decided that it must be my imagination, and did't think any more about it.
It was late, so I said goodnight to Bill and Brian, and went to bed.
I thought about Eric. What was wrong? I promised myself to straighten out whatever it was when I talked to him the next day.
I was almost asleep when I heard a light tap on the door. "Come in" I muttered. It was Brian.
"Can I talk to you for a few minutes?" he asked.
"Sure, come on in," I said, reaching for the light switch by the bed.
Brian came in, and sat on the foot of the bed. "You know, don't you?" he stated, not asked."
"Know what?" I answered, letting him take the lead.
"That I'm gay," he answered, then started laughing. "If only you could have seen the look on your face a while ago..." he continued, laughing.
"Was I that obvious?" I asked. "You caught me completely off guard. When did this come about?"
"I've only come to terms with myself the last couple of years, but I've felt this way all my life," he told me. "By the way, was 'I' that obious too?"
"No, it's the sense 'we' develop, usually called 'gaydar'. Relax, you certainly don't come across as a stereotype."
"I hope not. I want to be just like you," he said.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"Now that this is out in the open, do you mind if I say a few things that I've wanted to say to you for years?" he asked.
"OK by me," I answered.
"Ever since I realized that I liked guys, when I was about fifteen, you've been, kind of, my role model. I wanted to be just like you, masculine, comfortable with myself, and proud of who I was."
"I'm flattered, I had no idea!" I answered.
Brian continued "There's more. I've also fantasized about you all this time. I was jealous as hell of Tom. I wanted to be the one sleeping with you and making love to you instead of him. That's why I haven't seen you in so long. I didn't trust myself to be around you, so, I guess I just avoided you."
"I'm trying to let all this sink in," I told him.
"Are you going to let me live out my fantasy? Can I sleep with you tonight?" he said, peeling off his shirt, and starting to unbutton his pants.
"Whoa!" I roared. "Put your shirt back on, and let's talk."
"Why?" he asked, then with a gleam in his eye, continued "some of the guys at school tell me that I'm pretty good! Got a big dick, tight ass, hot mouth."
"I believe you, but we need to talk. Put your shirt back on, NOW."
He slowly put his shirt back on. My mind was racing. Here was this gorgeous young guy throwing himself at me. A real beauty! Tempting as hell. He obviously had gotten to me because I was hard as a rock. Was it true that 'a stiff prick has no conscience?' Did I have a conscience, or, was I susceptible to the wiles of this handsome young stud who was obviously ready, his pants bulging. Take your time, I told myself.
"First, Brian, I have to tell you that I find you very attractive," I started.
"I can tell," he interrupted. "I can see your hard dick."
"Let me continue," I pleaded, "I have a new man in my life that I think I'm in love with."
"That doesn't mean that you can't have sex with me," he argued, "and, where is HE tonight? I'm here, I want you, and I'm pretty sure you want me too. That's as far as it has to go."
Before I could answer, Brian stood, ripped off his shirt and had his pants down to his ankles. The sight of him with his bulging briefs was all it took.
He smiled, I smiled and reached over to turn off the light.
He finished undressing and crawled under the covers with me.
"Just be gentle," I told him, "I'm an old man."
"Yeah, right!" he answered. "You could probably handle six studs like me."
"Stud? Cocky little shit, aren't you?"
"Seriously, this is a moment I've been waiting years for," he said, and took my dick in his hand.
I reached for his. It was a nice one. Seven, maybe eight inches, fairly thick, and nicely circumcised. At this point, pure, raw lust took over. I moved to run my mouth over his chest, teasing his nipples and eliciting groans in response. I wanted his dick in my mouth as fast as possible, so gave his balls a perfunctory lick then took him into my mouth. He tasted good. I backed off to lick the head, then started slowly moving up and down on him, going all the way to his pubic hair, and giving the underside lots of tongue action.
He was obviously enjoying what I was doing, writhing all over the bed, and all the while had a death grip on my dick. Not jacking, just holding on.
I was really getting involved with sucking. My taste buds and the 'feel' of having him in my mouth were really getting me hot.
He surprised me by suddenly tensing then blowing my mouth full of cum. It tasted kind of salty, but was damned good. There were five or six quick bursts that I didn't let seep out, and was able to swallow all of it after rolling it around in my mouth to enjoy the flavor.
He softened quickly, and seemed to have trouble getting his breathing back to normal.
"Wow!" he said. "Your turn."
Since he was still holding onto my dick, he just moved his hand and took me into his mouth. He was good, not an expert, but definitely adequate to the job at hand. He took all of my seven inches with ease, working his way up and down my shaft. I was totally caught up in the sensations he was arousing, enjoying, not in a rush for it to end.
I noticed that he was hard again, so reached over to grasp him. I slid my hand up and down his shaft, using very light, slow strokes. He evidently liked this because his efforts on my dick increased in intensity and speed.
I tried to split my concentration between my hand and what his mouth was doing to me. I'm not sure whether it worked or not, because it was impossible to ignore the sensations I was feeling on my dick. If possible, his intensity grew, and I was shoved over the brink rather abruptly.
He kept on sucking, not missing a drop.
As I came to, I realized that his dick was still in my hand, soft now, and sticky. He had cum again. I cleaned him up with my tongue.
He snuggled next to me, and we lay there silently. It had been good, I thought, but not really satisfying. The sensations had been great, as they usually were with a new partner. We both obviously liked to suck dick, and the results were not exactly spectacular, at least for me, but far better than a lot of experiences I'd had. Blame that on Brian's inexperience.
I realized that we hadn't kissed. The idea had never crossed my mind after seeing that boner in his shorts. Nothing but lust.
I couldn't get rid of the feeling of incompletion and lack of fulfillment. I'd just had a great blow job, but felt like yelling out "NEXT!" Something was definitely missing. Then, for the first time since Brian had undressed, I thought about Eric. I didn't feel any guilt because what had just happened was totally different from what I experienced with Eric. There was no comparison. Then it hit me. The missing ingredient was love. "Sure took you long enough to figure that one out", I chided myself.
I turned to Brian and said "Thank you".
"You're thanking ME for the greatest sex I've ever had?"
I decided not to elaborate. All I wanted at that moment was for him to get out of my bedroom so I could call Eric.
"Yes," I told him, "now get some clothes on that gorgeous body of yours and get your ass into your own room."
"I think I understand," he said. "Don't worry, I said that this would be the end of it, and I meant that. I'll be ten feet off the ground for a month, but this never happened. OK?"
"Thank you," I told him. "If you ever feel like talking, you know my number."
"I may take you up on that," he said, then gave me a kiss on the cheek and left.
It was almost 4:00 AM, almost 1:00 on the Pacific Coast. That didn't matter. I had to tell Eric.
He picked up the phone on the third ring, and groggily said "Hello."
"Hiya handsome," I said, "sorry to bother you at this hour, but I just wanted to let you know that I love you."
As I was replacing the receiver, I could hear him yelling "What did you say?"
Less than a minute later, the phone rang. I answered with "And, I meant every word I said".
"Oh God, I want you here," he moaned. "When did you decide?"
"I didn't 'decide', but it hit me about ten minutes ago. I had to call and tell you. I love you Eric," I continued, "and I want to love you for as long as you'll let me."
"No terms or conditions, just 'us' from now on. Oh, man, I want you bad, NOW."
"I know you have a wonderful, long dick, but I don't think it'll stretch quite this far," I chuckled. "Think about me and jack off."
"No way! I'll wait for you. When are you coming home?"
"I don't know yet, hopefully by Friday. It'll be as soon as I can get away, I promise."
"I'm still reeling from what you said. I spent the whole day having doubts, I don't know what to say."
"I love you, Eric," I said, "now, tell me you love me and we can both get some sleep."
"I love you, I love you, David. Come home."
The enormity of what I'd just said started to sink in. I realized that I was happier and more content than I'd felt in years. I had just made a very personal, unconditional commitment, something that I didn't take lightly, or do easily, but it felt good.
It had taken sex with another man, no, boy really, to bring this to the surface. There wasn't any doubt in my mind that I loved Eric. The "quickie" with Brian was inconsequential. It had been a few minutes of "feel good", but didn't really matter. It would never happen again, that I was positive of. Had my actions been immoral? I don't think so. If it took a "fling" to bring about the commitment I'd just made, then it had been worth it, even if, in the strictest sense it had been immoral. How Machiavellian!
I went to sleep thinking about Eric. Not sexually, but the warmth of him and how good it felt just to be with him.
The wake up call seemed to come minutes later. It didn't matter. I was up, ready and rarin' to go.
When I came out of my room, a cute young guy from room service was setting up our breakfast. His eye contact with all of us made it pretty obvious that he was available. The whole show was missed by Bill, but Brian caught on fast and winked at me. I smiled back, and gave him a gesture that said "he's all yours."
Bill and I were scheduled to spend most of the day with the engine people who we had met with the night before, then fly on to Washington in the afternoon. Brian was heading back to Yale.
During the limo ride to our meeting, Bill turned to me with a big grin and said "You're mighty chipper this morning! Reach a decision?"
"Sure did," I answered.
"Have you told Eric yet?"
"I called him at 4:00 this morning." I told him.
"Did my son have anything to do with it?" he asked.
Oh Shit, I thought, how did he find out?
Before I could answer, Bill continued "Brian woke me up at 4:00 this morning, and we've been talking ever since. I've wondered if he was gay, and he finally told me he was, then told me about visiting you last night. He didn't go into detail, but said that at some point you had an 'epiphany', as he called it."
"I guess that's a good description." I answered. "Everything seems to have worked out."
"Bill," I continued, "Brian is a wonderful young man. Promise me that you'll give him all the support and understanding he needs."
"I will," Bill promised, then continued to tell me how he and Sandy had discussed the probability of Brian's being gay, and how they would react if it turned out to be true. They were ready, and would be there for him.
"I'll be available too, if he ever needs to ask questions or needs any help," I told Bill. "I told him to call me."
The meetings went on for what seemed like forever. Bill was the man in charge. I mostly watched, and contributed little but moral support.
Finally, we were able to get away and fly to Washington. When we got to our hotel, there was an urgent message from Annie to call immediately.
"What now?" I wondered out loud."
After several tries, I finally located her. She seemed very agitated. "Dad, you've got to come home NOW," she said. Not pausing, she continued "Eric's a mess, and you had better get back here as fast as you can. He thinks you're running away from him."
"Whoa," I said. "Have you talked to him today?"
"No, he was over last night, and we talked. He's miserable, and I don't think you want to lose him."
"Slow down," I told her. "I talked to him late last night, and I think everything has been worked out."
"Oh good, I'm so glad," she said, seeming relieved. "He's such a neat guy, and he loves you so much. I just don't want you to lose him."
"Thanks, sweetheart, I love it how you look out for your Old Man. I'll be home Friday night, and we can all talk. Will you be around?"
"Not Friday night, you need to be with Eric. I'll see you Saturday, OK?"
Bill wanted to know if everything was OK. I told him that there had been some misunderstandings, nothing earth shattering, but did stress the point that I had to be home Friday.
More meetings on top of meetings. I began to wonder why I was there. Bill handled everything, and things were starting to happen. The behind-the-scenes maneuvering of all of our allies was starting to turn the tide in our favor. Nothing definite, but there was movement which was encouraging.
I had to wait until late to call Eric because of the time difference. It wasn't much of a conversation, just a lot of "I love you's".
I told him that I would be home Friday, around 6:00, and he wanted to know which airline and what flight so that he could meet me. I told him that we were flying "private" and that I'd arrange for him to have a pass so he could be at the hangar. We decided not to talk again until I got home unless there was a change of plans.
God, how I missed him.
Thursday, I tried to get more involved in our discussions to make the time pass. Friday, all I could do was fidget around, antsy.
Several times, Bill smiled at me and said "Relax, we'll be home by six, I promise."
Bucking headwinds, the trip west always takes longer. This time, it seemed unending. I tried to read. Couldn't concentrate. I thought about having a drink, but decided against that, wanting to be sharp when I got home.
Finally, Bill finished with his paperwork and indicated that he wanted to talk.
"I don't know what happened in Hartford, and really don't want to know, but something sure changed your disposition," he said.
Not wanting to drag Brian into this, I told him "I finally accepted some things that were there all the time, but didn't realize it."
"Is everything OK now?" he asked.
"I think so," I replied. "There will be a lot of changes in my life, but hell, I'm not too old for that."
I told Bill all about Eric, and how greatly he had affected me in such a short period of time. This was the first time that I had discussed Eric with a third person, and I warmed to the subject.
Bill mainly listened, seeming to catch my enthusiasm. I don't know how long I rattled on, but it felt so good to talk openly to someone who really knew me and understood. When we started descending, he commented "You're a lucky man, and so is this Eric fellow. I can't wait to meet him."
"He'll be waiting for us," I told him.
We went straight in, smooth landing as usual, but it was all I could do to stay buckled into my seat. The taxi was mercifully short and when we pulled up to the hangar, I could see Eric's Jeep parked next to my car. When we stopped I could see him get out and start walking toward the plane. The engines were cut, and one of the pilots came aft to open the door and put down the steps. I was there, right behind him, wanting to get out as fast as I could. Bill was behind me.
I jumped out first. Eric was still about 50 feet away. He started walking faster, and I almost ran. We stopped about two feet apart, he hesitated, looking over my shoulder, then reached for me. I grabbed him, and found his lips. It was an intense but tender kiss that sent jolts through my body. We broke apart to look at each other. He was smiling but misty eyed. At that moment I knew I was where I belonged.
Applause in the background brought us to our senses. I turned, and there were the pilots, Bill and his wife who I hadn't even noticed, all with big grins on their faces.
"OK, enough!" Sandy chuckled, "Introduce us."
I took Eric's hand and led him over to them. I introduced him first to Bill and Sandy, then the pilots, who winked at me and gave me a big thumbs up. They were both gay, and obviously approved.
We headed for home in Eric's Jeep. No top, no sides, just the roll bars. I had my hand on Eric's thigh, and didn't give a damn who could see. This was MY man.
Along the way, Eric told me that Mary had cooked dinner and that Annie was out for the evening.
"Getting pretty chummy with my daughter, huh," I said. "Should I be getting nervous?"
Eric laughed, "Not a chance. She's a great girl, but she's not fully equipped like you are. Too young for me, anyway". We both laughed.
At home, we headed for the den. That seemed to be becoming 'our' spot. The furniture would have to be changed, though, so we could snuggle. Eric went to the bar to make us a drink. I followed him, and put my arms around him from behind. He felt so damned good. He turned and we kissed.
Since we couldn't sit together, we sat across the coffee table from each other silently, looking into each other's eyes.
"God, how I missed you," he broke the silence.
"I missed you too," I told him. "I didn't realize how much until I saw you at the airport."
Abruptly he said "Let's eat and go to bed. I know it's early, but I just want to hold you."
I couldn't argue with that.
In the bedroom, we undressed and got into bed. I was surprised, he wasn't hard, one of the first times I'd seen him with a soft dick. Seeing him in his naked splendor, however, got me rock hard in seconds.
He put his arms around me, with his head on my chest. "Do you mind," he asked, "I just want to hold you and talk. Tell me about your trip".
"It was really boring." I told him, "Endless meetings that I had to sit through with really very little to contribute. Bill handled everything".
"Yes, but you had to be there. Afterall, you do own the company. How was the nightlife?" he kidded. "Bet you had hot guys all over you."
"Sure did," I blurted, "even had one crawl into my bed." Oh shit, I thought, I didn't mean for that to come out.
"Really!" Eric said, "was he any good?" not moving his head from my chest.
"Yes, damned good," I said, moving away so I could look into his eyes. "Eric, this really did happen. It was a totally empty experience, and made me realize that you were the only man I really cared about." I almost pleaded, fearful of his reaction.
"Must have been the night you called," he said.
"Yes, it was."
"If that's what it took, then I'm glad it happened," he said, his eyes getting misty. "It hurts a little, but I'm happy that you told me."
"I have to be honest with you. I'm sorry it happened, it didn't mean anything. I had to tell you. I couldn't stand the guilt if I didn't, and I'm not even Jewish!" I blurted out, trying to make him understand. "I didn't plan it, it just happened."
Eric smiled and moved closer. "I don't care, you're mine now, and don't you ever forget it! Now, I want your dick. I've missed it".
My confession had made my cock go completely soft. Eric took it in his hand and moved closer to me. Our lips met, and he kissed me with the fervor I remembered. We rolled together and I could feel him hard against me.
With one hand he threw back the covers, then looked into my eyes. "I love you," he said. "Nothing can change that." My eyes, holding his, gave him my answer.
He moved down toward my middle, and I tried to reach for his wonderful cock. He pushed me away saying "This is my party, you get your turn later."
He started making love to me, slowly, licking my still hardening dick. Gently tonguing the head as he held it in his hand. When it was hard, he took me into his mouth, all the way in one swoop, just holding me there, not moving. The warmth was incredible. Slowly, he slid up and down, his lips doing most of the stimulating, gently bringing me higher and higher. Then his tongue found my hotspot under the head, and I couldn't control my gasping and moaning. He backed off a little then eased me over the edge. Fireworks went off in my brain, as I tensed and pulsed into his suctioning mouth.
As soon as I could focus, I saw him grinning at me.
"Did anybody ever tell you how good you are?" I asked him.
"Lots," he said, smiling wickedly.
I reached for him, but before I could get my hands on his dick, he pulled me to him and kissed me deeply.
When I could, I found him. Big and hard. He rolled onto his back and said, "Easy babe, ain't gonna take much tonight."
I didn't waste time on preliminaries, just took him into my mouth. He watched me, lovingly, as I started to move on him slowly at first, but wanting him so badly, I unconsciously sped up. My hand was gently stroking the base that I couldn't reach with my mouth. In no time, he arched his back and started shooting in my mouth. Two, three, four large shots, a long pause, then three more. I swallowed as fast as I could, not having time to savor him, then, holding just the head in my mouth, he shot twice more. This time, I could enjoy it. He tasted so sweet.
I moved my head to lie on his heaving chest, putting my arms around him. Before long, I realized that he was asleep.
The next morning I awoke with him behind me, spoon fashion. His arm was over my chest, and there was no way I could move without waking him. I just lay there. I felt his cock, resting against my butt, start to move, getting hard. Then he started chuckling.
How long were you going to hold still?" he asked, shifting to give that monster some room.
"Oh, I don't know," I answered, "it was starting to feel pretty good."
When I got back from the bathroom, he was lying on his back, his huge cock in his hand.
"Interested?" he leered at me, no doubt noticing that I was still hard.
I climbed back in bed, straddling him with our dicks together and started rubbing up and down against him. He grabbed the lube and smeared it all over both of us, and started stroking us together with both hands, squeezing our dicks together. I moved my hips up and down, and the added friction got us both going. Eric started shooting first, and that got me going, the cum splashing all over his chest and belly.
He pulled me down for a kiss, smearing our cum all over both of us.
"Good morning," he said, rubbing his lubed up and cum covered hands all over me.
I kissed him again. "Shower time!"
When we were dressing, Eric announced "I'm cooking breakfast".
"All this, and he can cook too! Will you marry me?" We both busted up laughing.
"One thing," he said, seriously. "About our talk last night. What happened, happened, I'm OK with it, and I'll never mention it again."
He cooked, I watched. He obviously knew what he was doing, but I was having more fun watching his wonderful body in action.
"I promised Annie that we'd all sit down and talk today," I told him.
"What about?" he asked.
"Things like living arrangements, things like that." I said. " Would you like to move in here with me?"
"Do you want me to?" he asked.
"Absolutely".
"I was hoping you'd ask, but there are two conditions. First, those chairs in the den have to go, and, you have to let me contribute something. I want to feel I'm part of our home, not a guest".
"We'll go pick out some new furniture Monday," I said, "You live at home, right?"
"Yes," he said.
"What do you contribute there?" I asked.
"A hundred a week for groceries, I eat a lot!" he smiled.
"Then the same here," I said, "will that be ok?"
"I know it'll just be a drop in the bucket, but it'll make me feel a lot better. OK." he said.
How could I not love this wonderful guy?
We went on to discuss how he could use the two spare bedrooms next to mine for him to study and set up his gym equipment. I didn't mention it, but planned to have new doors installed between them to make it more 'our' suite. The changes were underway. How happy it made me.
We also talked about Annie's pool parties. I wondered how he would react to having the back lawn filled with his fellow life guards, and his response surprised me. He didn't care if they knew that he and I were living together. I didn't agree and persuaded him to think it over, suggesting that it wasn't necessary for us to flaunt ourselves. He agreed, finally. We would just go somewhere else when those occasions arose.
Smelling food cooking, Annie showed up in the kitchen in her usual morning bitchy mood.
"You look a lot happier than the last time I saw you," she said to Eric. "Mornin, Dad", and gave me a hug.
"Damn, and he can cook too!" she commented. "Better marry him before he gets away."
"We're going to have a long engagement," I told her, which got everybody laughing.
We served ourselves, then went out on the deck to eat. We told Annie about Eric moving in, which was "cool" with her. I couldn't help but notice that Annie and Eric had forged some kind of bond during my absence. That's good, I thought, much nicer if they liked each other even if they did try to gang up on me in the future.
Annie mentioned that she was planning a Lifeguard pool party the following weekend.
"Don't worry, we won't be here to cramp your style," Eric piped up.
Annie went shopping, and Eric and I spent the day by the pool, talking and holding hands like a couple of teenagers.
When we turned in that evening, I was the first undressed and was lying on the bed naked when Eric came out of the bathroom sporting an enormous boner and grinning like Pan incarnate.
"Whatcha up for tonight, stud?" he said, grinning lasciviously, and stroking himself lewdly.
I couldn't resist. I threw my legs in the air, reached around and pointed my finger at my asshole.
Eric started laughing, and dived on the bed between my outstretched legs and came to rest with his chin on my dick and my legs over his shoulders.
Still laughing, he reached under and ran his finger across my ass pucker. This sent a jolt through my body, causing my legs to stiffen and start tingling.
He stopped laughing and said "Wow, sorry about that, didn't mean to startle you."
"Don't stop there," I told him as he pulled his hand away.
"I've wanted to talk to you about this," he said seriously. "You know how I feel about this. It's something very special, a total commitment. Hell, I know most guys will fuck anything that's offered to them. I don't, never have and never will."
"I have an idea, if you'll go along with it," he continued. "Let me finish," he said as I started to interrupt. "Next weekend I'd like to 'kidnap' you, take you someplace I'm sure you've never been, and make mad passionate love to you all weekend."
This wonderful guy was full of surprises. I was getting my first glimpse of his romantic side!
Of course I agreed. He promised to give me all the details, then "said, "since I'm right here, mind if I suck your dick?" I groned, and he started sucking.
It was an awkward position, my legs over his shoulders, but he managed to get me into his mouth. It wasn't like last night, slow and gentle, instead he turned on that velvet blender and had me writhing instantly. When he sensed that I was getting close, he put his finger back on my ass pucker, rubbing it. That drove me completely wild and set me off and I gave him a real mouthful.
When he had disentangled himself, he sat on my legs, his dick pointing at me. "Can I cum on your chest?" he asked. I nodded and he reached for the lube.
He poured it all over my hands and coated himself generously. Reaching out, I had both hands around him, stroking slowly. Looking at that magnificent piece of meat, I started thinking about having it inside of me. It wasn't a fantasy any longer. It was going to really happen. These thoughts made my sphincter muscles start to tighten and my dick get hard again.
I had watched Eric stroke himself, and noticed how he had fingered the glans and that area under it. I copied those movements on him, and felt him react.
Looking up, I saw that he was looking intently at me. Our eyes locked as I continued the long strokes on his dick. His eyes told me when he was getting close, they started to glaze slightly, but he never took them off of mine. I felt his hot seed hitting my neck and chest and felt his knees stiffen around my thighs, never taking my eyes from his. In my peripheral vision, I could see him grimacing. His eyes never closed until he collapsed on top of me.
"I got off on your eyes," he groaned. "We have got to do that again!"
A few minutes later, he wiggled his hips against me and asked "What's this? You want seconds?"
"Not really," I groaned. "You're just so damned hot that I can't help getting involved."
Eric rolled off of me, gathered up his own cum for lube and started stroking me. He leaned forward and stuck his tongue in my mouth. His kisses and knowing that it was his cum stroking my dick helped me add my sperm to his on my chest.
Eric had Lifeguard duty on Sunday, and had a heavy work and school schedule all week.
I spent most of the week at the office monitoring the progress of our Washington effort. Things were still going our way.
Every night on his way home, Eric would bring a load of his things from his parents' house. He was meticulous about organizing everything and keeping his study and gym in perfect order. He even allowed me to "loan" him the "unused" furniture from one of our offices. Actually, it was brand new, which he may have noticed but didn't comment on. His rooms were his, and I did not go into them unless he was there.
The doors were cut between our bedroom and his study, which surprised and pleased him a lot. He understood that I wanted to be a part of his life, but not to intrude.
All he would tell me about our upcoming "Kidnap" weekend was that I would need warm, casual clothes and to be ready to go by 3:00 on Friday. He also suggested comfortable shoes. Why? I wondered.
On Thursday night, I noticed he had put a fiberglass shell on his Jeep. All very secretive. I didn't say a word about it.
I couldn't help but think about what was going to happen, being both eager and a bit fearful. Eric had a big dick. I knew that it would be a bit painful, but that it would also feel wonderful. Thank God he was long and not super thick. I tried not to dwell on it.
My biggest fear was that he would demand reciprocation and I would be unable to perform. Only on rare occasions did I have the desire to be a "top", much to the disappointment of my former lover. I could "get it up", but it wouldn't stay up. I knew that it was a psychological problem, possibly a remnant of my heterosexual experiences. I had spent many hours with a psychiatrist, but the problem refused to go away. Eric and I had touched on the problem, briefly, and he seemed understanding. I'd just have to take him at his word on it.
Friday morning Eric had a hard time trying to hide his excitement. I may have appeared serene on the surface, but, if possible, I was more excited than he was. Not only were we venturing into new territory, but Eric was showing me another side of his amazing persona.
In order to maintain my sanity, I went in to the office for the day even though I didn't really have anything to do. Luckily, I was able to get involved in new product planning sessions, one of my favorite areas. The day passed fast and I had to hurry to get home on time.
We threw our stuff into the Jeep and took off. We headed east on the freeway, and I started thinking of the desert, but after an hour or so, headed north into the mountains. Another couple of hours through the mountains, and I couldn't resist asking "Are we there yet?"
"Getting close, I think," he answered. "I've never been to this place either."
Throughout the ride, I had my hand on his thigh, feeling the hard muscles of his leg. When he could drive one-handed, he put his hand on top of mine.
Eventually, we turned off on a secondary road, and soon there was a ramshackle looking lodge. The sign said "EATS" and there was a little neon sign saying "Vacancy". I could sense Eric's disappointment as he pulled into the unpaved parking lot. "Here we are, I guess," he said. "I'll go in and register. Why don't you wait here? This really isn't what I expected."
When he came out, he looked a little bit encouraged. "Might not be as bad as it looks," he said. "We're staying in the 'barn' that's up the road, there." He got in and we bumped up the dirt road.
Nestled in the trees was what looked like a 100 year old barn, weather-beaten, something you'd expect to find in a ghost town somewhere. It did appear that the first floor had had a little mondernization because there were windows with what looked like curtains on them.
When we opened the door, I think both of our jaws dropped. Inside was a large sitting room decorated in what looked like authentic early American motif. It was warm, inviting and immaculately clean. There was even a fire burning in a small fireplace, and the place smelled of potpourri.
"I'll be damned," Eric said. "Sure didn't look like much from the outside."
We explored. There was another room with not one but two king-sized beds, another fireplace and a totally modern, huge bathroom.
"This is supposed to be the 'honeymoon' cabin, why two beds?" Eric wondered out loud.
"One for sex and one for sleeping?" I ventured, which got us both laughing. I grabbed him and gave him a big kiss, wrapping my arms around him, one hand moving down to feel his hard butt.
"Not yet," he said. "We have some other things to do first. Grab a jacket and let's go."
I followed him back to the Jeep. Eric was in charge and I was loving every minute of it. We drove, mostly uphill, for at least 45 minutes. When we stopped, Eric got out and I followed. He started up a little trail with me right behind him. I couldn't help but enjoy the view of his v-shaped back and tight buns flexing as he walked in front of me. I didn't question what we were doing, even in my mind.
The trail ended at a pile of huge boulders, the top of the hill. Eric climbed over them to the very top, then turned and sat down.
"Come here," he said, pointing to the step in the rock between his legs.
I sat between his legs and looked around. We were facing west, and the sun was right on the horizon. The mountains were spread out before us. Eric leaned forward and put his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into him. He felt so strong, so comfortable, so secure.
"The sun'll be setting in a few minutes," he said, "should be quite a show with the clouds."
We watched in silence as the sun disappeared and the clouds on the horizon turned red, orange, pink and every shade in between. I felt almost dizzy, watching this wonderful display by Mother Nature while nestled in the arms of the man I loved.
The colors didn't last long, and darkness was setting in. Eric rose, pulling me with him, taking me in his arms for a gentle but very passionate kiss.
Walking back down the trail, we talked about the beauty of the sunset. I couldn't help but remark that it was even more special because he was there with me. We stopped on the trail for another lingering kiss.
When we got back to the "lodge", he stopped and ran in. I waited in the Jeep. When he came back, he said "They're going to deliver dinner in an hour."
Our "honeymoon cabin" was dark except for the light coming from the fire in the fireplace. We didn't turn on any lights and Eric lit several hurricane lamps that were all around the main room. The glow was unbelievably romantic.
"How about a drink then a shower?" he asked.
He brought our drinks and we sat on a big antique settee in front of the fire, his arm around my shoulder, our bodies touching full length. I could easily have spent the rest of the night in this position. I didn't want to move, and I don't think Eric did either, but we got up to take a shower.
In the bedroom, Eric lit more hurricane lamps, keeping the warm glow going. Not wanting to break the mood with the glare of lights, we showered together in almost darkness. It was so romantic and sensual that we both started to get hard, but Eric stopped me when I fondled his dick saying "later!".
When we dressed, I noticed that Eric didn't put on underwear, so I did the same. A tapping on the outer door announced the arrival of dinner, and Eric went out to let them in.
When I came out of the bedroom, there was a small table in front of the fireplace set with candles, flowers and gleaming silverware. Off to one side was a cart with several covered silver dishes.
I had to snoop and find out what was for dinner. Eric elbowed me aside, and told me to sit, that he would take things from there.
The food was wonderful, as good as any four star French restaurant in the world, accompanied by a perfectly chosen bottle of wine.
We talked a little, but mostly gazed deeply into each others' eyes.
With the table pushed out of the way, we again sat on the settee in front of the fire, Eric's arm around me, as we finished the wine.
I turned, and Eric kissed me, long and lovingly. Soon I was on my back with him on top, still locked in an embrace and our tongues working frantically against each other. Without a word, we stood and headed for the bedroom.
Standing, we undressed each other, slowly, sensuously. We held each other, our raging cocks rubbing, kissing again, more urgently.
On the bed, I reached for his cock and put it into my mouth. He groaned and turned around to suck on mine too. It was slow, savoring, gentle.
Eric's hand cupped my balls and slid between my legs. I opened them as he ran his finger up and down between my cheeks. He licked his finger and found my ass pucker, rubbing around the edge, sending shivers through my body, then massaged the center, making me moan in ecstacy.
He reached for the strategically placed bottle of lube and coated his fingers, going back to rubbing my rosebud. I had to let his throbbing dick slip out of my mouth, afraid I'd bite him, but I held onto it with my hand.
He rolled me onto my back, and spread my legs, using one hand to stroke my dick and the other to massage my ass. A little pressure and the tip of his finger slipped in. I groaned and writhed, wanting more. Gradually he moved more in, working in and out as he went, progressing a little with each inward thrust. By now, he was kneeling between my legs, concentrating all his efforts on preparing me. Looking down, I could see his huge cock bobbing and leaking in anticipation.
He reached my prostate which made me arch my back and moan uncontrollably. Circular motions with his finger loosened me further. My eyes were closed, reveling in the sensations he was causing, and I felt another finger join the first. He continued the circular motions, stretching me further. Avoiding my prostate, he concentrated on loosening my sphincter muscle, taking his time and making my whole body feel like it was on fire.
"Do you want me to use a rubber?" he whispered.
"God NO!" I almost yelled, "I want to FEEL you."
"Are you ready?" he asked softly.
"Yes," was all I could say.
After a few more minutes of working his fingers around inside me, he took them out and poured lube on his throbbing dick. He coated himself completely and put more on my begging asshole.
He moved into position between my legs and rubbed his dick up and down my crack, driving me crazy. I felt him against the opening, pushing gently, and pressed toward him, letting him in.
The head of his big cock slipped in. I felt a sharp burning sensation, and, I guess, jumped a little. I looked up to see him watching me, checking my reaction. He held perfectly still, letting me get used to the intrusion.
The pain gradually subsided. It was much less than I had expected, and a warmth spread throughout my body. I nodded to him, and he pressed in a little further. It was feeling good to me now.
He held my hips, and when I nodded again, he proceeded further into me, slowly.
"More," I said, and Eric pressed onward after withdrawing slightly.
I could see that only half of him was in, and when he pressed forward again, the rim of his cock touched my prostate. I groaned and writhed uncontrollably, but I wanted more!
Eric didn't rush. He would press forward, then pull back a little, then forward again, inching his way into me. Every time that he would move, the friction of his shaft against my gland sent me into spasms of delight.
In my euphoric state, I watched him above me. His head was moving from side to side, his eyes opening and closing, his mouth hanging open as he moved further into me.
When I felt his balls resting on my ass, he leaned forward putting his arms around me and pressing my lips with his. We were motionless except for our tongues.
The feeling of him totally inside me made me feel closer to him than I had ever felt with another human being. I could feel him throbbing inside me, and stimulating me in ways I had never felt before.
He raised up and started moving in me, pulling back slowly, making me gasp from the sensations he was creating. Almost all the way back, slowly, then slowly forward, stopping when he bottomed out inside me, making me gasp even more.
He continued slowly stroking in and out. From the look on his face, he seemed to be savoring the sensations he was feeling.
I locked my legs around him and urged him to pump harder and faster, but he refused to change his pace, continuing to stroke slowly and gently.
Waves of undescribable pleasure started washing over my entire being as I felt him moving in me. Gentle waves at first, but becoming more urgent.
Gradually, I felt myself approaching something, I can't say what, because it was an entirely new sensation. It didn't start in my balls as usual, but seemed to be coming from all directions, slowly enveloping me. And then, gently, it took over my entire body, sending intense waves of ecstacy through me that seemed to be unending.
Eric's arms were around me, and he was pumping a little faster. When I felt him spasm inside of me, I totally lost control and awareness of anything but the explosions that were taking place in my head and throughout my body.
My awareness returned long enough to feel that Eric was still spasming inside me, and this set off another reaction in my brain, more explosions and fireworks dancing through my head.
Holding me so tight it almost hurt, Eric was lying on top of me, spent. He moved to kiss me gently, then rested his head on my shoulder, trying to get his breath. "I love you so much," he whispered.
To be continued.
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