The Lifeguard

THE LIFEGUARD PART 4

The usual disclaimers apply.

Eric lay on top of me. I could feel his dick softening, withdrawing. He moved slightly and it was then that I realized that there was a big puddle of my cum between our bellies.

I couldn't remember ejaculating. My orgasm had been caused by anal stimulation, and neither of us had touched my dick.

Tightly wrapped in each others arms, we basked in the afterglow of the most incredible sex that I, at least, had ever experienced. I felt a closeness to Eric that I had never felt with another human being.

Eric rolled off of me, lying on his side facing me, with his arms still around me.

Looking into my eyes, he said "I just want to hold you like this for the rest of my life."

I kissed his nose, his eyes, and then his lips. Gently, softly, lovingly. This was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. There was no doubt in my mind whatsoever.

It soon became apparent to both of us that the cum smeared all over us was starting to dry, and that soon we'd be painfully stuck together. Another shower was definitely in order.

Again, no lights, just the warm glow from the hurricane lamps and the fireplace. Instead of the dreamy, soft lathering that I expected, Eric scrubbed me with vigor, and indicated that he wanted me to do the same to him. That treatment brought us both back to life.

Getting back into bed, the other, clean one this time, we held each other and talked.

We each tried to describe the experience we'd just had. Words just couldn't convey how we felt or describe the sensations we had experienced. The subject of dominance and submission was covered and we agreed that neither of us had been in those positions, only sharing what each could provide to the other.

For the first time, we discussed our experiences with others. I was surprised to learn that Eric's experience amounted to a lot of fleeting encounters, no relationships lasting more than a week or two.

"Until I met you, I just never cared," he told me. "It was a lot of pure sex that felt good, but wasn't really satisfying. After having sex, I always wondered if that was 'all there was'."

"And, you know what?" I asked him. "It gets better as time goes on."

"That's hard to believe," he answered. "Particularly after tonight."

"Wait and see," I told him, "You'll become a believer! Some day soon, I hope I can give you the pleasure that you gave me tonight."

That statement led to a discussion of my fears of not being able to satisfy him anally. Although he admitted that he "wanted me", it was something that we would work on together, and there wouldn't be any pressure.

We were awakened by the arrival of breakfast. This place may look like hell on the outside, but was first class all the way on the inside.

Eric was eager to "get going", doing what, he hadn't confided in me.

On the way out, Eric stopped at the "Lodge" and came back with a good-sized package.

"Lunch" he informed me.

We drove for quite a while, enjoying the mountain scenery, stopping at a parking area at what seemed the end of a secondary road.

"Ready for a hike?" Eric wanted to know.

"Do I have a choice?" I answered.

"No," he countered, laughing.

He had two backpacks, one he put our lunch into, and handed me the other. It looked full but didn't weigh much. We put them on and started walking down a trail that led from the deserted parking lot. We had the whole mountains to ourselves.

The trail was wide enough that we could walk side by side, and we stopped often to look at whatever caught our eye. We wound down, then up, following along the crest of a ridge. It was easy walking and fun to play "Nature Boys" out in the wilderness. What made it special is that I was with Eric.

Time passed, and we covered a lot of distance. When we reached a grassy spot next to the trail that overlooked the mountains and the desert in the distance, Eric asked if I was ready for lunch.

We climbed down the slope and found a large flat, grassy spot that was hidden from the trail but still had the great view. Eric took over, again, taking a blanket out of my backpack, spread it and insisted that I stretch out while he got our lunch ready. I tried to grab and drag him down with me so that I could grope him, but he pushed away saying "later!."

The lunch that they had prepared was simple but elegant and appropriate - a loaf of freshly baked French bread, cheese, a container of pate, and a bottle of wine and two chrystal wine glasses. We tore the bread into chunks, smeared it with cheese or pate, and soon the only thing left was the empty wine bottle.

We lay together on the blanket, spoon fashion with Eric behind me, enjoying the view, smelling the pines and wildflowers.

I rolled over and we kissed. Leisurely, unhurriedly.

"Would you like to smoke a joint?" he asked. "I put in a couple."

"Why not?" I answered. "As long as you'll lead me back down off this mountain. Are you trying to get me horny or something?"

"Not really, just want to totally relax," he answered. "We have all day to enjoy this place."

The joint was soon smoked, and it was really potent stuff. I felt in a dreamy state with time having no meaning. We continued to lie in what was rapidly becoming "our" position. Eric unbuttoned my shirt and gently caressed my chest. I purred with contentment. He moved downward, his hand ending up inside my pants grasping my hardening dick. Gripping it gently, it was soon hard and he rolled me on my back so he could unzip my pants and give himself room to play with it. Soon he had me totally nude and gently took me into his mouth.

His lips moved up and down slowly, sensuously, making me tingle all over. There was no urgency, and his actions were not designed to bring me to a climax. I lay back and enjoyed, keeping my eyes open so that I wouldn't get too carried away too fast, and to feast on the beautiful scenery.

I could feel Erics hard tool against my leg, and dreamily decided that I wanted to have him too. I pushed him off me, and undressed him slowly, touching his warm soft skin from his neck to his ankles.

On my knees between his legs, I took him into my mouth. Evidently the wine, the pot and the mountain air had turned off my gag reflex because when the head of his dick reached the back of my mouth, it just kept on going. It went smoothly right down my throat until my nose was buried in his pubic bush. "My God what a sensation!" Eric gasped when he bottomed out, and continued gasping as I pulled back a little to catch my breath, then took him all the way in again. This felt so good! Another new experience with the man I loved.

I took him deep, then almost all the way out, not forgetting a little tongue action along the way. I realized that I was pushing him faster than I wanted, so I pulled off.

We took turns, enjoying giving more than receiving. I couldn't get enough of the feeling of having my lips around the base of his nine inch cock. When I had him totally buried in my throat, I started humming. Eric went berserk. He stiffened, pounded the ground, and immediately started shooting. The first few shots went straight down my throat, but I backed off for the rest so that I could taste him. He kept shooting, and shooting, and shooting. I'm sure it was the longest orgasm that I had ever seen him have.

When he settled down, I moved up to kiss him and hold him in my arms. My still hard dick was rubbing against his rapidly softening one.

Without a word, he rolled me off of him and took me into his mouth. Thinking of the sensations I had just experienced and his tongue working the underside of my dick soon had me over the edge into total bliss.

As he leaned over me, he said "You're right, it does get better."

When we passed by the "Lodge" the parking lot was full. Not jalopies but Rolls Royces, Mercedes and Cadillacs. There was more to this place than either of us realized.

It was late afternoon and Eric suggested we have a nap and a late dinner. "Got to recharge the batteries for tonight," he rakishly told me, grinning from ear to ear. I groaned, but agreed.

I awoke to a kiss - delivered by a totally nude Eric. A fire was burning in the fireplace and the hurricane lamps were lit. There was soft jazz coming from the other room.

"I need a shower," I told him.

"So do I, but I waited for you."

Eric had brought a couple of sets of sweats for us that we put on after our shower. They were loose and comfortable without anything on underneath.

Another fire was burning in the main room as were the lamps. The music made the romantic setting complete.

We had a couple of leisurely drinks, then dinner arrived on carts. If possible, the food surpassed the previous night's fare.

Afterward, we cuddled on the oldfashioned settee. The fire, the absence of TV and phones and the soft music were mesmerizing.

We talked, not about anything serious, but about "us", and how lucky we were to have found each other.

Conversation drifted into comfortable silence. The glow from the fire setting the mood.

Eric was very obviously "in the mood". His sweats were straining to hold him in. Noticing that, I soon had the same reaction.

A long kiss and a few gropes and we were back in the bedroom. By now, we had named them - the fucking bed and the sleeping one. We headed for the "fucking bed".

Eric dropped on his back and pulled me on top of him. His arms were around me and his lips were on mine. I straddled him rubbing our hard cocks together. A little lube in that position would have been all I needed. Feeling his hard body under me was almost enough stimulation, but I realized Eric had other ideas when he reached around and fingered my butt.

"Sore?" he asked.

"A little," I admitted, "but not 'that' much".

He chuckled and continued fingering me, dry. It felt good, but I needed lube, so got it for him.

He lubed up his whole hand, which kind of startled me, but he assured me that he wasn't planning anything rough.

One smooth finger was soon followed by another. Still lying on top of him, I couldn't help but squirm around. It felt so good.

"Would you like to ride me?" he whispered in my ear.

I answered by sitting up and smiling from ear to ear.

His fingers slid out when I sat up. He added more lube and coated his dick thoroughly. I raised up on my knees and moved forward, positioning myself above his monster cock. Together, we aimed it at my hole and I slowly lowered onto him.

The head slipped in, causing me to wince and hold still. The pain was minimal and didn't last. I lowered more, then started stroking up and down. Each time I would go down, I'd take more of him into me. It took several strokes before I was seated on him. Damn, he was long!

I just sat there, moving my butt in circles and flexing the muscles in my ass. The feeling of having him inside of me was pure pleasure.

I looked down to see Eric rolling his eyes and stroking my hard dick with his lubed-up hand.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me," he said.

I rose a little then dropped down his shaft again. Everything I did stimulated my prostate, but this time I was also aware of the sensations Eric was causing on my dick. It was an awesome feeling being stimulated in two connected places. More rising and grinding into him brought me close to the peak. Sensing this Eric stroked me harder and started thrusting upward when I was coming down. My brain was overloaded, and I started unloading my balls all over Eric's chest while he thrusted harder against my ass. I felt his dick spasm inside of me and the hot sensation of being filled. My orgasm continued as I thrashed around, impaled on his hot column of flesh that was throbbing and pulsating inside of me.

Spent, I lay on top of him, feeling him slowly pulling out of me.

"I'm using you, you know," I told him.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I'm using that great big wonderful dick of yours for my pleasure," I answered.

"Maybe you didn't notice, but I had a pretty good time too. 'Use me' anytime you like," he chuckled and hugged me closer to him.

I awoke to Eric gently caressing my battered ass.

"Just kidding," he laughed, and gave me a swat on the butt.

I rolled over to look into his sparkling eyes. They had changed during the time I had known him. They seemed deeper and happier and I could feel the caring and love in them.

He was propped on his elbow, and I ran my hand from his wrist up his arm, resting my palm on his bicep. He flexed, and that did it! Roaring piss hardon or not, I had to get to the bathroom before I blew my load right there.

When I crawled back into bed, he asked "What was that all about?"

"Feeling your arm like that does something to me," I told him. "For me, it's an instant turn-on, and when you flexed, I almost lost it."

"Really, like this?" he asked, placing my hand back on his arm.

"Oooooh, yes," I groaned as he flexed and relaxed the hard knot of muscle, my eyes rolling in my head.

"You're too easy," he giggled, continuing his action under my hand. His other hand had found my hard dick and was holding it.

"You'd better stop or I'm going to cum." I told him.

He didn't stop and I did cum, all over both of us.

"I'll have to remember that," he said, while licking my cum off of his arm. "Whenever you need a little extra help, I'll know what to do. Wish I had a 'trigger' like that."

"Let's try this one," I said, rolling him over and reaching for his, as usual, hard dick.

Not even giving it a thought, I took him in all the way to the root in one swallow. It felt natural, good, and comfortable lodged in me.

It was well after noon when we got our stuff together and were ready to go. "We'll have a long lunch at the 'lodge' then take our time going home," Eric told me.

The interior of the "lodge" belied its rundown exterior. It was very "Country", with Maple tables white linen and sparkling silver. I picked up a brochure as we went in, and when we were seated, gave it a quick scan. The place was called "Andre's Lodge" and was owned and run by a transplanted French couple from Provence. Reprints of newspaper articles and Restaurant Reviews extolled the cuisine and quaint ambience. They all mentioned that reservations had to be made months in advance.

"How did you ever find this place, much less get us in?" I asked Eric.

"Oh, I pulled a few strings," he told me.

Our lunch went on and on, course after course. Eventually, after a diet-busting dessert, we finished. The afternoon was mostly gone.

Heading back, I remembered that Annie was having her pool party that afternoon, and mentioned it to Eric.

"I don't think it'll last too late," he said. "Most of the guys have to be in really early tomorrow, so they don't plan to make a whole night of it. They'll never see us anyway if we go in through the garage."

"I just don't want there to be any unpleasantness," I answered.

"Even if we walked in together, arm in arm, I doubt that there would be that much reaction. They're a pretty open-minded bunch. The 'macho' stuff is pretty much just an act. It wouldn't surprise me a bit if quite a few of them would like to trade places with me."

"Out of curiosity," he continued, "how did you feel about having all those studs frolicking in your pool right under your nose, me included?"

"I tried not to pay much attention." I said. "I figured that you all were straight and that there wasn't anything in it for me. Happily, I was wrong." I patted his knee.

"Do you remember how many times we ran into each other in the kitchen?" he asked.

"No, do you?"

"Of course, it was seven times before Annie drug me in to meet you. I'd see you heading for the kitchen and make up some excuse to go in. Didn't you notice?"

"Sure, I noticed, but I tried not to focus on any one of you guys. It was just a sea of testoserone, and I didn't want to embarass Annie by staring and getting a big hardon." I told him. "Those damned baggy suits that you guys wear helped, actually, but did wonders for my imagination."

Chuckling, Eric said "They helped me, too. They hid the tight jock I wore so that if I did spring a woodie, it wouldn't show. The first time I saw you, I thought you were the sexiest man I had ever seen. I did a lot of finagling so I could come to every one of Annie's parties, but you weren't around most of the time."

"So you were 'stalking' me?"

"In a way, yes. I got vibes from you the first time I ran into you that made me at least hope that I might get to know you better. I also did a little research and asking around. Nobody would come out and say that you were gay, but I got the feeling that you might be."

"Who did you ask?" I said, feeling flattered that he had been that interested.

"A couple of my Dad's friends that I trust. They had met you, but really didn't know you or much about you. You're kind of a mystery man, very private."

"I like a low profile," I told him. "That way, I can do what I want and not be recognized and read about it the next day in the paper."

Our conversation turned to a discussion of how the last few weeks had been kind of a dream world for both of us. We'd had a "honeymoon" and it was time to face reality again.

"I have finals starting in three weeks," Eric said. "I have a lot of work to do between now and then."

"I'll try not to molest you while you're studying," I told him.

When we got home, it was quiet and Annie's car was gone, so we assumed that the party was over. After unloading, I took Eric in my arms and said "Thank you for the most wonderful weekend of my life," and kissed him hard.

"I didn't want it to end," he said kind of wistfully, "but then, I realized it's just the beginning."

The next three weeks were a blur. Our lives settled into a pattern of work and more work. Eric worked only minimum hours at the beach then spent every other waking hour studying. His youthful vigor was contagious and I spent a lot more time at the office and actually read some of the reports that were faxed and delivered to me every day.

While I was getting more interested and enthused with the company, Eric was nearing utter exhaustion. He was really pushing himself. I was finally able to talk him into taking a long weekend off from work following his last final on Thursday. It was my turn to do a little "kidnapping" of my own.

I noticed that almost every night Eric would call and talk to either his mother or father. He didn't talk much about them to me, but I could tell from the tone of his phone calls that he was very close to both of them. One night while talking to them, he cradled the receiver and said "Mom and Dad would like us to come over for dinner Thursday after my last final. Would that be OK with you?"

"Sure, fine with me," I answered.

After he got off the phone, he came over and threw his arms around me. "I finally get to show you off," he said.

"What do your parents really think about 'us'," I asked him.

"They're real cool about it," he said. "They've known I'm gay for a long time, and want me to be happy. They know that you make me happy, so they're happy for both of us. They're pretty civilized people."

"Don't worry, they'll make you feel comfortable," he added.

I knew that his father was an attorney and his mother a Psychiatrist, but that didn't make me any more relaxed.

Eric's last test was finally over and he seemed to relax and regain his energy immediately. He felt he'd "aced" most of his tests and was comfortable with his accomplishment.

At the appointed time, we arrived at his parents' house. I didn't know what to expect, and felt like the bridegroom going to ask the father for his blessings. To say that I was tense is an understatement. Eric, on the other hand, was relaxed and obviously eager for me to meet them, totally oblivious to my discomfort, or else feeling it entirely unnecessary.

It didn't take me long to learn that Eric was right, his parents were very down-to-earth, genuine people. Right off, they made me feel comfortable and welcome.

Eric's mother was a very stunning lady. Tall, blond with a hint of gray that didn't seem to matter to her, and the ability to make me feel that she was truly interested in what I had to say.

His father was an older version of Eric. Tall and obviously in very good physical condition. A very attractive man who would have definitely caught my eye if I was 'into' older men.

Conversation never flagged the entire evening. No subject was taboo, and they embarassed poor Eric by telling me how he had set out to "catch" me, and that I hadn't had a chance.

When it was time to leave, they gave us both hugs, and told me that they were "so happy to have me as a member of the family." It made me feel all warm inside. Certainly different from my family who never managed to make me feel either comfortable or welcome.

By the time we got home, Eric was fading fast. He went ahead to bed and I put the finishing touches on my surprise for him the next day.

He was up and gone when I woke up. I found him in the kitchen working on one of Mary's "down home" breakfasts. I joined him, and teasingly asked him what he planned to do today.

"Absolutely nothing," he told me. "I'm on R & R for the rest of the weekend."

"You're on R & R, all right, but you're not going to do it here," I told him.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"You'll know when we get there." I said. "Time to get dressed, babe, we have to get going."

Back in the bedroom he asked "Do I need to pack any clothes?"

"No," I told him, "everything's been taken care of. Come on."

I drove us to the airport and parked in the hangar. The plane was sitting on the apron, the door open. Eric followed me to the plane where one of the pilots was standing to hand us on board.

"Where are you taking me," he wailed in mock horror. I just grinned at him.

"The pilot, in on the whole game, also smiled at him and said" "Only the FAA knows for sure!"

"This is your captain speaking. This is a 'no-thrills' flight. That means that there will be no probing of pubic areas with manual digits or any other instruments, and there will be no penetration by penile projections of any orifices whatsoever." Continuing, "We have been cleared for takeoff. Our flight is scheduled for four hours and five minutes, but we've found a shortcut, so should be back on the ground in about an hour and ten minutes. Strap your asses in, here we go, pedal to the metal!!"

Eric gave me a look that said "what in hell have you gotten me into," then smiled, chuckled and cracked up laughing.

"Is this for real?" he asked, still laughing. "I'll bet you wrote the script for that."

"Actually, I didn't," I said. "That was their idea entirely."

The engines roared and we shot down the runway. Those guys were going to give Eric an E ticket ride.

When the engines were cut back and the noise died down, Eric asked "Where are we going, anyway?"

"Come on, let me surprise you," I answered. "I'll tell you this, it isn't another 'honeymoon', and I took the liberty of asking the guys up front to stay with us. You don't mind, do you?"

"Fine with me," he said.

"With all of the crap going on in Washington, they've been putting in a lot of hours, and I thought I'd treat them to a nice weekend. Don't worry," I continued, "we'll have plenty of privacy," leering at him.

"Want some coffee?" I asked.

"I need some, you didn't give me a chance to wake up."

I led Eric back to the galley which wasn't very large. When I bent to get cups, my ass was in Eric's crotch and he started humping me. I backed into him, humping back, but warned "no penetration, remember?"

"Damn," Eric said, "I wanted to join the "Five Mile High Club."

"Before I'm through with you, you'll be a Lifetime Member."

I stood up, and got a kiss. He couldn't resist "penetrating" my mouth with his tongue, then asked, "what's going to happen to me now?"

"The guys'll think of something."

Sitting with our coffee, I told Eric about Jason and Ron. They were both ex-Air Force pilots who had left the force as a result of their sexual orientation. Honorably discharged, but prematurely, so they were't ready to jump into an airline job.

A friend of mine who assists gay servicemen through the separation process had introduced first Ron and later, Jason, to me. It had only taken a few hours of familiarization training for each of them to be FAA certified for smaller jets, and Metalco paid them as much as the airlines would have.

Ron came first, replacing a retiring pilot who had been with us a long time. A couple of years later, Jason came along and we had a place for him too.

As fate would have it, the two of them hit it off immediately and soon became lovers. When this happened, they had come to me with the news, wanting to be sure that I had no objections to their working together as a "couple". Of course I didn't mind, in fact, I kidded them a lot about being my "Greek Warriors" since they were following the tradition of going into "battle" as lovers.

As pilots, they were very conservative, never taking any chances and had overridden me on several occasions when they thought conditions weren't safe and had cancelled flights.

They both had outgoing personalities, and in private, were a lot of fun to be around. I thoroughly enjoyed their company under unofficial conditions, and was sure that Eric would like them too.

We discussed what we'd be doing for the weekend. All I would tell him was that we'd just be lying around, getting "away from it all".

The hour passed quickly, and we started descending. Jason got on the innercom and announced "Get your asses strapped in. We've got a short runway, so we're gonna slap this baby in reverse the minute we touch down, so hang on!"

Knowing the drill, I warned Eric that Jason really meant it. We would be stopping so fast that whiplash was a possibility, but preferable to wearing pine trees.

The plane came to a stop in a security fenced area. Ron came back to open the door, so Eric and I could get out. We walked over to the office while they secured the plane.

We were let into the storage area, and got the SUV that I kept there. I hate them, they should be called UAW's - Urban Assault Wagons, in my opinion, but they were handy, and this thing was a big one.

Back at the plane, Ron and Jason were unloading. Damn, we had a lot of "stuff" that got loaded into the wagon. Mary had been in charge of provisions, and I think she really overdid it.

Once loaded, we all piled in. I realized that I had never formally introduced Eric to the guys, so got the formalities taken care of. Neither Ron nor Jason were very reverent toward their boss in private, and I think they shocked Eric a little with the ribald banter that got going right away. They teased me unmercifully about being a "cradle robber" and that a young stud like Eric would kill me off in no time. It was clear that this wasn't going to be a dull weekend. Soon Eric got involved and gave as good as he got.

We reached the lake and followed the shoreline for about ten miles, past all of the resort developments, and into the State Park. The gate was unobtrusive and opened with the flick of a garage door remote. This was the "Lake Place", a piece of property that has been in my family for at least seventy years.

In return for donating several hundred acres of surrounding land to the state, my grandfather had managed to hold onto this twenty acre point of land, now totally surrounded by parkland. There was, however, a condition placed on the deed to the property prohibiting development of more than two homes and absolutely forbidding anything commercial.

Dad had replaced the original "cabin" with a bigger house in the late 1950's, that I had thoroughly modernized over the years.

The back of the house, where we stopped, was rather plain. When we went in, all that changed. The house consisted mostly of one huge room, with a glass wall, two stories high facing the lake. This was the living area - kitchen, dining area and lots of comfortable seating facing either the lake or a huge fireplace at one end. It could be described as "spectacular" but nevertheless was very warm and liveable.

A "Wow," came from Jason, "What a party pad! and we have it all to ourselves."

"No phones or TV," I told them.

"I don't think we'll have any problem with entertainment," Jason leered.

I took them on a quick tour of the place, showing them the bedrooms at either end of the main room. Jason and Ron would be at the opposite end of the house from Eric and me.

A deck ran the full width of the house, and there was a hot tub on the end where our bedroom was. A path led from the deck to the lake. I showed them the floating dock for skiing and the boat house that had a ski boat, four jet skis, assorted canoes and kayaks.

Back at the house, Ron announced "Mary put me in charge of the 'vittles', so let's unload all that shit in the wagon and get some lunch".

Eric volunteered to help Ron while Jason and I hauled our personal stuff to our bedrooms.

After lunch, Jason couldn't wait to get the boat in the water and go skiing. Eric and I went to our room to change, and he said "I hope you packed some shorts for me."

"Sure did," I told him, "saved your speedos for home where only I get to enjoy them."

When I was mostly undressed, Eric came over and wrapped his arms around me. "This place is awesome," he said. "So quiet and peaceful. I want to make mad passionate love to you out in the woods, though. Will the guys give us some time to ourselves?"

"All we want," I said. "They'll probably want some time to them- selves, too." I used the electric winch to lower the boat into the water, and it started right up. We were skiing in no time. I drove and Eric was observer for the other guys, then it was our turn. Eric was good, but I have to admit I was better. I started skiing when I was 8, and had learned a lot of tricks.

Not wanting to get too sore, I took only one ride, then drove for the other guys. The lake was smooth as glass and nobody wanted to quit. I knew that they would all be really sore tomorrow after using muscles that were't used that often. That's why I had only taken one ride.

After dinner, we sat on the deck and watched the sunset. It wasn't anything like the one Eric and I had enjoyed in the mountains a few weeks ago.

"Anybody for the Hot Tub?" Ron wanted to know.

"Oh shit, I forgot to turn it on." I said and went over to switch on the heater.

"I know it's warm, but how about a fire in the fireplace?" Eric asked, then, leering, "You know what a cozy fire does for me."

"Frisky fucker, isn't he?" Jason commented.

We built a fire, changed into sweats and cuddled. Eric and I on one big sofa, Ron and Jason on another, enjoying the fire and each other. Before long, Ron and Jason excused themselves and went to bed.

After they'd gone, Eric kissed me gently and said, "I know I don't say it very often, but I love you more and more every day." I kissed him back, and told him "You don't have to. You show it in so many ways - the little things you do and say. I don't say it enough to you, either. I love you, Eric."

We turned so that we were facing, and our kisses were lingering, relaxed, but nonetheless sensual. I reached between us and into his sweats to hold him, soft, but not for long.

Squeezing his dick, I said "Even though I love 'this' part of what we have going, there is so much more about you that I love too".

"You know," he said, "I fell in love with a sexy man. Now, I'm finding out that I got a whole lot more. By the way," he continued, "I love this place. Can we come up here a lot?"

"I love it too, and, yes, we can come up here whenever you want. This place brings back a lot of happy memories for me. There's a ski resort just up the road, and Annie uses this place a lot in the winter. Do you snow ski?"

"I'm learning how to snowboard," he said. "We'll have to come up here this winter and play in the snow."

"I'm a 'bar skier' myself," I said, "I sit in the bar and watch everybody else ski."

He chuckled and prodded me to get up, and we went into our bedroom. The room was cool, and the blankets felt good to our bare bodies. We made love unhurriedly and gently, savoring each others bodies.

When I awoke, Eric was already up. I found the three of them in the kitchen cooking breakfast. "I thought you guys were supposed to be getting some rest, not me," I said.

"That lake looks too smooth to pass up," Jason said. "It's just too good to waste."

"Since it's Saturday, there'll be a lot more boats out today," I told them.

We skied until we were all getting sore, so decided to get out the jet skis and go explore the public beaches.

After having our fill of sun and the water, it was time for the cocktail hour. On the deck, with Eric sitting between my legs, I suggested "Let's go out tonight for dinner. There's a pretty good restaurant up the lake at the resort. That way nobody'll have to cook."

The group was pretty mellow after dinner, and I decided to get even mellower. I got out my stash and pipe, and gave Eric the first puff. We passed it along to the other guys, but they declined saying that they had to fly tomorrow.

"I CAN fly with a hangover, though," Ron said, bringing out another bottle of wine. "We'll get drunk, and you guys can get stoned."

"I checked out the hot tub, and it's ready," Jason said. "Anybody want to join me?"

We all stood at the same time and started taking clothes off. Eric helped me, and soon I was the first one naked.

"I'll get towels," Ron said.

Jason was the first one in, with Eric and me following. Nobody seemed to pay much attention to the dicks flopping around, but I did notice Jason checking Eric out, with his mouth open. Even soft, he was rather impressive.

Ron and Jason sat shoulder to shoulder and Eric and I held each other around the waist. With the bubbles and the darkness, what went on underwater couldn't be seen, and Eric was soon busy with his free hand playing with my already rising cock. I soon had a handful too.

"Easy," Eric whispered in my ear. "The pot, the hot water, you, and the stars shining..........."

"Me too." I said.

After what seemed like only minutes, the timer went off and the bubbles stopped.

"I'm about cooked," Jason said. "I think it's time we got out."

"I can't," Ron said.

"Why?" Jason asked. "It's all your fault," Ron said to him.

"Don't want the boss to see you with a hard pecker?" he teased.

Bet he's got a woodie too!"

"Sure does," Eric piped in. "And it's all my fault, too," he giggled.

"You too, I suppose," Jason said to Eric.

"Of course, wanna see it?" he shot back, standing and laughing as both Jason's and Ron's eyes almost popped out.

"Wow!" they said, in unison.

"That's mine, fellas," I told them, turning Eric around and swallowing all nine inches.

Eric was turned just enough so that they could see that I'd taken all of him into my mouth and throat, right down to his pubic hair. I gave his throbbing dick a few long strokes, moving all the way out so only the head remained in my mouth before sinking it all the way in, then pulled him down to sit next to me again.

"I see why you're the boss," Jason said. "Anybody that can do that, RULES!" making us all laugh.

"I do have to get out," Eric said, standing and pulling me up with him.

Here we stood, both of our cocks hard as rocks pointing outward and upward.

"Your turn, guys," Eric said. "It's our turn to check out the competition."

Sheepishly, they stood, both in the same condition we were in. Ron's cock was about the same length as mine, but thicker. Jason was longer, at least eight inches, but not as fat. Both were gorgeous pieces of meat.

"These things need some attention," Eric said, grabbing my dick in his hand.

"Do they ever!" Ron said and handed everyone towels.

We dried off, and without a word being said, headed for our bedrooms.

"That was a first for me," Eric said. "I've never seen more than one hard dick at a time before. Hot! But, I don't think I could get into a group scene."

"Good," I said. "I've 'been there' and 'done that', but I don't think I could with someone I loved. Friends, strangers, maybe, but I don't think I could share someone I really cared about."

"Don't worry, all I want is right here," he said, taking me in his arms and leading me to the bed.

Since we didn't plan to leave until late afternoon, we still had time for more skiing on Sunday. We were all up early, and ready to go. Over breakfast, Jason brought up the scene at the hot tub last night, and the conversation turned to orgies.

It turned out that both Ron and I had participated in one, but that neither Jason or Eric had. Ron summed it up very well. "It's fun, for recreation, but not something I'd ever do with a lover. It may feel good and be titillating, seeing all those dicks, but the experience just isn't satisfying."

During takeoff, Eric took me in his arms and said "Thank you for a wonderful weekend. I feel rested and relaxed. Time to get my nose to the grindstone."

On the flight back, Eric explored the cockpit and announced that he'd put off joining the "Five Mile High Club" until a longer trip.

A loose routine developed. Both of us worked every day, Eric at the beach, and I was going to the office regularly. It was kind of a "settling in" period, with both of us learning more about the other and making whatever adjustments necessary.

On occasion, he'd join his buddies for a night out with the "breeders" as he called them, and I attended a few obligatory functions that I couldn't get out of, and that Eric didn't want to go to.

Our most important time was spent together. Just the two of us either talking or making love - sometimes mad passionate lust and others relaxed caressing, but always ending in a predictable outcome.

I noticed that, on occasion, Eric would get a bit moody and withdrawn. I asked him about it, and he said it was nothing, and not worth talking about. Something that he had to work out on his own. At first, this bothered me, but since it didn't seem to affect the way he felt about me and us, I left it alone.

This blissful existence continued until one morning when I got a call at the office. It was Eric's father.

"Eric has been in an accident," he said quietly.

To be continued.

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