IV. The Alternatives
We returned from lunch and repeated the wild passion of two hours earlier. We slept, arose again, showered and went to dinner. Our desire for each other knew no bounds. We were only constrained by our need for sustenance and the brief naps before we were in rut again. Finally, after the third session, we rolled apart on the bed, cum filled, cum spattered and fell into a deep slumber, not even bothering to clean our bodies.
The weak light of dawn was filtering into the room when I awoke from the most deliciously erotic dream I had had in years. But what I had felt in sleep was no dream! The delicious sensation continued as I opened my eyes! I found my hips mechanically, uncontrollably, willfully thrusting. We were laying spoon fashion--Thad's back against my belly and my cock buried in his ass. He too was thrusting his hips back in counterpoint.
"What are you doing?" I murmured, still half asleep.
"I'm enjoying our cock again," he replied with a slight snicker.
"You did this?"
"Yeah, but only when you poked me with your hard cock!" he sighed, "Couldn't let an opportunity like that pass unattended!"
"Hmmm," I replied and continued sliding my cock slowly in and out of his ass. The feel of his ass-cheeks against me was a powerful inducement. I wrapped and arm around his waist and grasped his half-hard cock. I kissed his back lightly. Then I muttered, "You are insatiable!" and laughed.
"Look who's talking," he mumbled and pushed his ass backward.
"You know what?" I queried, pushing my sensitized cock in.
"What?" he whispered.
"I'm sure glad you came for lunch!"
We both snickered and he reached back, grabbed my ass and forced me in further.
"David?"
"What?"
"I think I'm falling in love with you . . . . "
"Mmmm," was all I could say at this time. Thad, I think, realized that.
"I could do this forever!"
"Me too," I muttered. I sank my cock leisurely into his tight, muscled hole. This slow easy fucking while talking was new to me--and I assume for him too. But it was relaxing in a way! Nothing hurried, just sleepy, slow and easy love making.
Some where between the easy, unhurried, undemanding thrusting, and our quiet mutterings, our minds began to shut down, slowly, without awareness. We drifted of to sleep again. My cock still imbedded in him.
I had had intimate experiences before. But, this unhurried, gentle love making, without need for release, was the most intimate. Somehow our whole beings were melded. There was no need for galvanic orgasms, only connection of body and soul. I don't remember having been more comfortable, ever! Thad's simple confession was not totally a surprise. Nor was it disturbing. The manner in which it was expressed increased my already growing feeling for him.
As the months passed from fall into winter, Thad and I came together when ever our schedules permitted. Each time he came to my condo there was a frenzy of passion followed by quiet, and then a second, gentle love making. For both of us there was never enough time or contacts. A number of times all we could do is to have a quick lunch or dinner before he or I had to be off--professional demands.
The separations were revelatory as they indicated the levels of our affection, need and relationship.
"Relationship" was a term which I had used in my writings, but hadn't realized its implication until my feelings for Thad had developed.
We both longed for February when the football season would be over. We had discussed the possibility of taking a holiday together. Going away somewhere, far away where we could simply enjoy each other, and more importantly--be together without the constraints that bound us. Particularly, our mutual concern was Thad's "position." It was not that we looked upon our relationship as wrong! But, there were realities! Realities that we recognized, discussed and certain accommodations we arrived at. February came, finally. The times we had met, that we had been together since September had seen a change in my feeling for Thad. Certainly, I possessed and exhibited a monumental burning reaction to being with him. They call it, "Passion." I guess that was only natural considering my ardent nature as well as Thad's. But also, those times we were apart--I longed for him, not just physically, but for his mere presence.
The times we had been together were not just in bed. We had talked long hours, often in the comfort of the bed and holding each other closely. Still we communicated verbally.
Whenever possible, and when Thad was on the road with the team he would phone me and we'd chat long minutes--sometimes over an hour. We chatted about our longing for each other, our day and frequently about what can only be categorized as philosophical things. A bond began to form that, at first was thin, delicate, tenuous, but over the months it became strong, like sinews. I didn't realize then, but we were growing into soul mates.
Then one day I had taken the initiative and contacted a travel agent in search of a suitable retreat and made the necessary reservations. When Thad arrived at my condo that Sunday night, I saw he was somewhat fatigued. We embraced, kissed and I said, "Looks like you need a drink!"
"Yeah, I do." He flopped down on the sofa.
As I walked into the kitchen, I said, over my shoulder, "There's an envelope on the coffee table you might be interested in."
"Hmm," was his reply.
I busied myself fixing the drinks--lemonade for him, a Chopin martini for me--finishing my task and turned to the living room. Thad was standing in the doorway. His look can only be described as somewhat quizzical!
"What's this?" he asked waving the contents of the envelope in the air.
"Tickets!" I said with a smile.
"Yeah, I can see that!" he stated somewhat bewildered. Then he added, "Mazatlan?"
Smiling I explained, "First we fly to Mazatlan . . ." I was cut off!
". . . And, what in hell is: San José del Cabo?"
"That's where we are staying," I explained and further spelled out, "We take a sea plane there."
"Where?"
"San José del Cabo . . . it's on the tip of Baja California."
A smile began to insinuate itself across his otherwise mildly frowning face.
"Explain!" he demanded.
Thad was usually an easy going guy, but I found that there were times when surprises disconcerted him. It was not that he demanded total control of the situation, but surprises somehow confounded him and he found that uncomfortable--like the time I told Coach Sunini and the police that I had been with Thad that night at the the State Fairground's Hippodrome. This was another one of those times.
Handing him his lemonade, I began, "Well, I knew you'd be exhausted from this last 'away game,' and I wanted to surprise you. . . . We had decided upon a holiday. . . . Didn't we?"
"Yeah," he answered after taking a healthy gulp of his drink.
I continued, "So I took the opportunity to plan a get-away for us. Found out about San José del Cabo from my travel agent. It sounded ideal. So, I booked our flight and made the reservations. . . ." I was becoming a bit disturbed. Had I made the wrong decision?
Thad's brow knitted, "Do I get a choice?" he asked.
I was taken back and a little miffed that my surprise had been misinterpreted. Without thinking, and from the slight, I stated, "Yeah. You don't have to go!" After uttering that, I wished that I hadn't said it!
Thad's eyebrows arched, then a broad smile spread across his face, "And let you go alone? No way!"
I'd been had!
"You big shit!" I said returning the grin, realizing I had fallen into his neat, little trap.
Thad embraced be tenderly, our drinks sloshed in the glasses as he whispered in my ear, "What am I going to do with you? Sometimes you overreact!"
Now overreacting is not one of my normal habits. I have had to train myself to be objective. But, with Thad, especially lately, I felt vulnerable. There were things that I was sure of--my feelings for example. There were things about Thad that I also knew--I trusted him. But, in the few months that we had come together, the 'trust' was still a bit fragile. I do realize that 'trust' grows, that it takes time to develop the steely strength that can form. But my deep affection--OK, . . . love--for Thad was so new to me, that I was still vulnerable--in certain areas.
Without choosing my words, but speaking from the depth of my being, I answered, "If I overreact, it's because I love you so much."
Thad stepped back. His eyes were wide in disbelief. "Say that again," he whispered.
I had said it! It seemed natural, right at the time. Somehow this simple statement, this revelation had seemed so absolutely relevant.
"You mean, 'I love you so much?'"
Funny, the second time was easy. I had felt this way for weeks, but couldn't bring myself to verbalize it.
To say 'I love you' is a phrase that I guard, jealously! It's statement that has lost its meaning. It is constantly repeated by various people when, "You make me feel good," or, "I like you," is what they really mean. To say 'I love you,' in my mind, implies a certain level of commitment. It should be one of the most important statements made by an individual and then only to a very, very few!
I was prepared to make this commitment with Thad. I believed I loved him.
There wasn't the galvanic, shock-filled reaction that some might have expected. But I knew my statement had touched Thad's heart. His eyes filled with tears and they coursed down his cheeks. Totally unaware or possibly accepting of this unabashed physical reaction, he quietly replied, "I love you so much too, David."
Then he hugged me, tenderly but with firm resolve while I kissed away his tears.
That night we undressed and slipped quietly into bed. Reveling in each other's warmth and the feel of the other's body touching, melding--warm, moist kisses covering my face as I covered Thad's--hands coursing over the Thad's muscular but smooth body now indelibly tattooed in my mind--feeling his hands on mine--thighs intertwined--cock nestling against cock--we whispered in consort, "I love you," and slipped into deep, untroubled sleep.
Somehow that simple confession of how things were unleashed the frenetic tide that seemed to have consumed us those past months. We were at ease in the fact that the knowledge was reciprocated and acknowledged. Funny how such a short statement can change things! It wasn't the fact that that evening we found no need for frenzied love making to transmit our feelings. My statement cemented more closely the bond that had been developing. I was at ease--I was relieved, and so was Thad.
The next morning I awoke late. I was immediately aware that I was alone in the bed. Quickly I sat up and looked around. Thad was not to be seen, but the tantalizing aroma of coffee permeated the bedroom. Quickly, I brushed my teeth, dashed cold water in my face and padded to the kitchen. There Thad stood, towel wrapped, pouring boiling water into the Melita.
"Hmmm, Smells good," I admitted.
He turned to me, smiled and arched his eyebrows dramatically, "Well! Aren't we being a bit forward this morning!" he stated in mock shock.
Immediately I realized that I was standing there nude. It's not that I am prudish or even overly modest. Nudity had never been an issue with me, and certainly not where Thad was concerned. But, usually we confined our nudity to the bedroom or when we walked, in tandem, to the kitchen to get a drink, particularly after a strenuous session of love making. Generally, I did not walk around my apartment nude when I was alone.
"Sorry!" I stated in mock embarrassment and pointedly cupped my genitals with my hands in a gesture of false modesty.
"Too late now," came his reply. He walked up to me, wrapped his arms about me and gave me a warm kiss. "The damage has been done!" he crooned. With one hand he slipped the knot, the towel fell to the floor and he stated, "When in Rome . . . "
"Now who's forward!"
"I know . . . but that's what you've made me," came the retort.
"And, do you know what you've done to me?"
"Moi?" eyes rolling.
Chuckling, I took his face in my hands . . . "I love you, Thad Washburn." I kissed him full on the lips, not a passionate kiss, but one which communicated all that was necessary at the moment. "I love you too, David Pierce," came the simply reply as he melded his physique against mine. We kissed, again, more deeply than before, probing, searching.
That always set things rolling as far as I was concerned. Guess the same was true of Thad, as well. Suddenly, I needed . . . No! . . . wanted Thad more than I had ever before. The closeness, the kiss and what had been said caused seismic shocks to course through my being. My cock expanded and tried to insinuate itself upwards against Thad's equally responsive instrument.
I slipped to my knees and sucked that burgeoning cock deep into my mouth.
"Umh," escaped from his throat. 'Umh' was a sound I had learned to recognize and love. Coming from Thad as it did, it signified unequivocal and unconscious acknowledgment of something incredibly pleasant. Some people moan, or hiss, but with Thad it was: "Umh!"
Slowly I pulled back, grasped the base of his now rigid cock and slipped the tip of my tongue under his ample foreskin. My tongue insinuated itself inside that hood and swirled around the flared head.
"Umh!"
Early on, in our relationship, I knew that this action created a dynamite response in this beautiful man--this strapping man. I could feel his legs quiver as he fought to maintain his balance. His muscular, solid thighs shook in lascivious delight.
Sudden;y, "Damn!" He reached down, cupped my face, drew it off his throbbing cock and pulled me up to kiss me so deeply that I was left gasping!
In those short minutes--those seconds, we had experienced a chain reaction of cosmic dimension. What had been a quiet night before, tender and romantic, exploded into pure, demanding, unmitigated lust this morning. We were both driven over the edge.
"I love you . . . I want you," hissed from between my clenched teeth. I pushed Thad back against the counter. Seeing a quarter pound of soft butter, I scooped half into my hand and slathered most of it over Thad's unyielding, mahogany pole.
"Umh! My Gawd!"
The rest I slathered over my hole, slipping two fingers in to lessen the shock of what was to come. Grasping his slippery cock, I turned, positioned his cock-head against my quaking hole and backed onto . . . Paradise!
"Gaaaawd!" came his primal reply.
The initial shock, I must admit, was none too comfortable, but lust can be a powerful aphrodisiac! I began to pump my ass, feeling that substantial muscle invade and retreat, invade and retreat deeper and deeper as I ass-fucked that cock.
"Ohhhh! Gawd," shot from deep in his being as I lunged--driving his cock deeper and deeper.
"Fuck me,Thad!" I demanded.
Instantly he grasped my hips and began pistoning my ass. I clutched the opposite counter to steady myself. My head bobbed from his assault.
"Oh, yeah! . . . Oh, yeah! . . . Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed with every deep penetration.
"Oh, yeah! . . . Oh, yeah! . . . Oh, yeah!" I responded in counterpoint. There had been times that I had felt lust in the past. But this morning . . . I was all consumed, totally dominated by my need! My whole being was centered on my sensitized hole and that hard, throbbing cock slamming in and out! His flared cock-head tattooed its erotic message as it passed back and forth over rectal 'G'-spot. I was mildly aware that I was spinning out of control in that brilliant fog of superheated sex. I didn't care! His cock-head popped out and then plunged all the way up my ass.
"Oh Gawd," I gasped.
Thad then pulled all the way out and then popped his cock-head in and out my sphinctered hole . . . four or five times. . . then lunged all the way 'til his balls slapped against mine.
"Fuck me! . . . Fuck me! . . . Fuck me!" was all I wanted and demanded loudly.
Thad reciprocated with deep, guttural, animal imitations of his normal, 'Umh.' But now they were throaty, staccato, "Ahhh! . . . Ahhh! . . . Ahhh! . . . ," as he drove deep into me. He sank his fingers into the flesh of my hips as slammed in--deeper and deeper! "Arghhh! . . . Arghhh! . . . Arghhh!
"GAAAAWD!" he screamed!
A blinding flash of light shot across my mind's eye and I literally exploded! No preamble, no build up, no overture, no presentiments - - - just a screaming explosion, an atomic release!
"OH! GAAAAWD!" I screamed as my untouched cock shot its lustral fluid over the cabinet and floor.
We collapsed breathless onto the cum pelted floor. Thad still embedded deep in me. Gasping for breath, struggling back to the realms of sanity, trying to fathom what had just happened . . . we lay there, entangled for minutes.
Slowly Thad began to extricate himself. Being dragged back to reality, I moaned.
"You all right?" he whispered in my ear.
All I could do was to nod my head and utter, "Mmm."
His now flaccid cock slipped out of my ass as he gained his feet. He reached down, grasped my arm and wordlessly brought me to a standing position.
"Shower?"
I nodded and we walked to the shower like mutes.
Later, after showering and dressing, I padded back into the kitchen to survey the carnage! I grabbed a rag and in a few minutes things looked like normal again. I poured both of us a big mug of aromatic coffee, went to the living room and sat on the sofa.
A few minutes later Thad came in. He always took longer in the shower than I did. I would tease him that he was jacking off in the shower and that so much would cause his cock to fall off. He would snort in derision that it hadn't happened yet!
He saw the extra mug on the coffee table and plopped down beside me and began to thoughtfully sip the steamy, aromatic liquid.
"What happened?"
There was no immediate answer! But, our undisguised rutting (there is no other appropriate term) was something neither of us had experienced and although we were totally sated, it was mildly disconcerting, especially for me.
A month later, the flight to Mazatlan was uneventful although a bit tedious. I had splurged and purchased Business Class seats. The food was good, the seats comfortable and the service excellent.
We arrived in the early afternoon and after passing through Immigration and Customs. We quickly found the Charter desk and within minutes we were at the dock where our small seaplane was waiting. Actually, the flight to San José del Cabo was a lark. The plane flew low and was as comfortable as a limo although the engine noise was somewhat bothersome. A SUV awaited us and we were efficiently whisked to the hotel-cum-resort a bit north of the town.
The Casa de Maio was a small hotel--maybe thirty, compact suites--but the location was exceptional and the agent assured me that the restaurant was quite good. Quickly we were checked in, shown to our suite by the bellman, who also pointed out the complimentary bar, and then left alone.
"Damn, you go first class," Thad expounded as he walked to the lanai and looked out over the sapphire water. "Glad you're paying for it!"
"Hah!" I said, "It's registered with your credit card!"
"Damn!" he laughed.
Actually, we had talked over this holiday, not the specific location, and had agreed that the hotel cost would be shared. I got the plane tickets as the paper had a special deal with the airlines--the Business Class was my gift. In other things our relationship had been based on equality across the board. Although Thad's income was far greater than mine, we never counted pennies. Life is more important than that. Yet, neither of us ever felt that we were being used in any way by the other. There was a good, healthy reciprocity between us.
Again, "Damn!" came from the other room where Thad had wandered.
"What?" I asked as I walked to the bedroom.
"Look at that bed!"
The bed was king-size, placed in the middle of the room, facing its own secluded lanai with the ocean beyond. The bed was encircled with a sheer curtain--maybe a mosquito net. It looked like something out of some romantic novel or 'B' movie!
"Mmm! Quite a playpen, I'd say. . . ."
"You would!" Thad snorted.
"You're not interested?" I jabbed.
"Just try me out," he quipped.
We embraced warmly and kissed just as warmly. My hands explored his muscled back and one slipped down to his firm ass and squeezed.
"Oh, no, you don't," he stated with a smirk and stepped back.
"What?"
"I know what you're after! . . . . All you're interested in is my body!"
"Mmmm! You haven't complained before!"
"Yeah, but it isn't every day that a little boy like me gets to vacation by the ocean!"
"Little boy? . . . . Hah! Nothing about you is little, my love."
Thad grinned, flashing that devastating smile. "I like when you say that."
"What?" I asked as if I didn't know what he meant.
"You damn tease!" he shot back, good naturedly, peeling off his shirt and dropping his pants.
"Ahhh! And, I thought you weren't interested?"
"What do you mean?" Now it was his turn. He unzipped his bag and drew out his black Speedo. "I'm going swimming!" With that he pulled them over his ample thighs, rearranged his cock and balls and tied the string.
"Now who's the tease," I asked.
Thad flashed that smile and stated, "Last one in the water owes the other!"
"Hah!"
I grabbed for his swim suit and tried to drag it to his knees. I was half successful! He fumbled to pull his Speedo back on while I stripped and jumped into my own suit! It was a loosing game! Thad opened the lanai door, vaulted over the railing and raced for the beach. He won . . . by a mile!
We spent a couple of hours swimming and walking along the beach. The combination of the warm sun and the cooling sea breeze was idyllic. We talked and joked and talked some more. As the sun was dipping for the horizon, we walked back to our suite, took a leisurely shower, dressed and went to the restaurant.
We both ordered a Chopin Martini as we sat on the open verandah. The icy coolness of the martini was just what we needed. Since the season was over, Thad didn't have to worry about Coach Sunini's rules--besides this was too remote for us to be concerned about anything except our own pleasures. Dinner was served by the most unobtrusive waiter I had ever encountered--first class! A wonderful Caesar salad, lamb chops for me and pomfret for Thad, elegant vegetables and a delicious, but light lemon custard made this first meal at the Casa de Maio memorable. We were silent through most of the dinner and quietly sipped cappuccino as we gazed out onto the flaming sunset.
"Let's go for a walk," Thad suggested.
"Fine with me."
We stepped off the verandah, ambled down to the shore and started a leisurely stroll. Somewhere along the way Thad took my hand--we walked hand-in-hand. It was so natural. After we had walked a while, I suggested, "Let's go swimming."
"Hell, I don't want to go back for my suit," Thad admitted.
"Well, we can always skinny dip . . . nobody's around . . . kinda deserted," I observed.
"OK," was his answer.
We both quietly stripped, grabbed each other's hand again and walked into the lapping water.
The feelings that I had for this man were overwhelming and needed verbalization. "I love you, Thad Washburn."
I heard, "Umh," as he turned towards me and wrapped his arms around me. "I love you, David Pierce."
There with the ocean lapping 'round our calves, on the beach in San José del Cabo we kissed. It was a most wonderful kiss. Not erotic, but transmitting the love that we now freely acknowledged. We held each other for a few minutes. Then . . .
"I'm in heaven!"Thad shouted as he flung his arms up skyward and fell over backwards with a mighty splash. He turned over and began to stroke evenly away from me, shouting over his shoulder, "Come on you Wooz! You need some exercise!"
"Wooz!" I shouted, "Wooz! I'll show you Wooz."
I dove into the water, porpoised under the waves a couple of times and came up not too far behind Thad. Thad was a real athlete, but I was not a bad swimmer in my day. I usually swam at least once a week for at least an hour doing laps. Within a few hard strokes I reached Thad, grabbed his ankle and flipped him. The next little while the water was roiling and cascading in ever more violent array as we dove, grabbed and parried. The rising moon glinted off droplets that flew through the air and off our wet, nude bodies as we surfaced only to dive again. The gentle ocean was made turbid by our play. On land, Thad would have been a quick winner, but the water was an equalizer as far as I was concerned. Our frenzied activity slowed down perceptibly. Finally, gasping, we held each other in our last futile grip of dominance.
Panting, we glared at each other in a nonviolent way.
"Damn!" was all Thad said.
"Thought I was a pushover, huh?"
"Not any more," he grinned.
We began a dance.
Simultaneously our grips lessened and we embraced, shoulder deep in the low, warm swells off Baja California. The aftermath of our violent physical exertion was still coursing through our veins. But, now, the direction was diverted, still physical, but diverted nonetheless. The warmth of his body pressed against mine, legs intertwined and the rhythmic swelling of his chest was, I realized suddenly, incredibly erotic. I reacted, involuntarily. Obviously Thad had the same response as I could feel his cock swelling against me. We began to move against each other wanting to feel more and also wanting to give more pleasure to the other.
Our lips sought each other, locked and our tongues entwined. Hands coursed over the other's body under the cover the luxurious, primal ocean. Now erect, our cocks pushed against each other, groans issued from deep within our throats, hands explored and probed. We broke our kiss, again gasping, but now for a different reason.
"I love you," was uttered in unison.
My hand insinuated itself between our tightly pressed bellies and sought Thad's cock. I always reveled in the feel of his hard dick and the way the foreskin smoothly peels back and forth under my grasp.
"Mmmm," was his response.
I took a couple of deep breaths, lowered myself under the water and sucked that wondrous tool lasciviously into my mouth. Slowly, deliberately I bobbed on and off his cock until my breath gave way.
Gasping, I broke the surface only to be met by Thad's warm lips and hot probing tongue. While we kissed, my hands played with his cock and balls, gently pulling, stretching and tugging. Thad's hands were likewise occupied.
I again transferred my attention down to that throbbing, mahogany muscle after three deep breaths. Some how the feel of that quaking tool in my mouth surrounded and covered with the warm, salty sea water increased my excitement . . . and . . . Thad's as well. I couldn't audibly hear his reactions, but his deep throaty groans vibrated through his whole being. Sucking his cock deep into my throat, I slipped a finger behind his balls and rubbed it over his tightly pursed hole. That action transferred through his hard cock a galvanic shock to me.
I felt Thad's hands around my arms as he drew me off his pulsating prick and back to the surface. Without a word he locked his mouth over mine, his tongue probed deep as his arms encircled my neck. I felt his weight shift as his thighs spread and encircled my waist, ankles crossed behind me and locked. His two-hundred-fifteen pounds were buoyed by the water and offered no impediment for me. Unerringly, he maneuvered his haunches and my cock-head made contact with his puckered hole.
"Umh!" I heard and felt as our mouths were one. My hands moved to his firm, muscled buns and grasped them, partly in support but, also, partly because I found their feel incredibly sensual. Again "Umh!" and, "Remember, you owe me!"
I felt Thad's hips thrust downwards in an attempt to become impaled! I thrust my hips upwards and my cock-head popped past that tightly muscled portal.
"Arghhh!" he gasped from the initial shock of penetration. Our mouths parted.
"Easy, my love," I whispered.
"Oh, Gawd, I love you," came the reply.
Soon I was buried deep in my love's hot love-tunnel! Slowly I began to fuck this glorious specimen of a man. Deeper and deeper, faster and faster I muscled my cock in and out.
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" escaped from his lips as he luxuriated in the sensations I was producing deep within him. Thad let loose of my neck and lay back in, sculling with his hands to keep his head afloat. He unlocked his ankles and moved them to my shoulders as I transferred my grip to his thighs. Without missing a beat, the rhythm of our lovemaking continued, even intensified in this new position.
I watched the ripples increase in speed and power as they fanned out from his head caused by the force of my repeated penetrations. Harder and harder I entered Thad. Then, with one hand I grabbed his rigid cock under the water and jacked him in consort with my deep soundings.
"Oh, Gawd," he gasped.
I could feel those welcome sensations begin to rise from the root of my being--presentiments of joy, auras of release. My legs began to tremble . . . not because of Thad's weight . . . the water bore that . . . but from the impending explosion. Soon all conscious effort on my part went into automatic pilot and my fucking and jacking became seemingly hyper-sonic and out of my control.
The stars that had been sown across the sky were suddenly multiplied a thousand fold . . . every muscle of my body tensed . . . breathing stopped . . . mouth gapped open . . . eyes rolled upward . . . for one wondrous nano-second the delicious pleasure suddenly became equally delicious pain . . . and . . . then . . . then . . . the cosmic explosion!
"Arghhh!" came in a deep, guttural, primal scream.
The same escaped in consort from Thad's throat, "Arghhh!"
Our shouts of release mixed with the gentle rolling of the surf.
Jet after jet of lustral, viscous fluid filled Thad. Simultaneously, ropes of opalescent cum appeared in the awaiting sea water above a dark, lurching cock. It swirled around us both . . . uniting us.
We were united!
On the shore, Jorge, one of the bellmen from the Casa de Maio, smiled at the moon lit spectacle that he had stopped to watch. Then, he continued, quietly on his way home.
We slept late the next morning . . . relaxed in the physical, mental and spiritual union that we had experienced. I awoke first and glanced over to Thad. His body was bathed by the filtered morning sun as it flowed through the sheer curtain and washed his sleeping form. Highlights of gold and red played across this dark-honey colored god as he lay there exposed. It was most wondrous . . . half Adonis . . . half Ares! I bent over an gently kissed him on the lips. Eyes fluttered and then opened.
"Mmmm! What time is it?" he asked in a sleepy voice.
"About nine-thirty."
"Mmmm!" again escaped from his mouth as he reached for me and kissed my lips.
"Hungry?" I queried.
"Yeah . . . for food!" he uttered with a grin and then stretched like some dark jungle cat.
"What else is there?"
"Well I know you and your morning needs!" came the riposte and he swung off the bed and padded to the toilet . . . cock and balls swinging languorously was he walked.
I merely smiled and recalled THAT morning.
"How about I call room service and order breakfast?"
"Sounds good to me," came his answer, punctuated by a flush and then the sound of the shower.
I called and ordered a substantial breakfast and asked for an extra pot of coffee. Thad's shower was amazingly short and in a few minutes he was dressed.
"You better hurry up, David . . . you don't want the room service person to catch you butt naked!"
"Yeah! Don't want to make my honey jealous!"
Jealousy was one thing that was almost totally nonexistent between Thad and myself. It was not a reaction that was in either of our emotional vocabulary. Rather, trust held sway. Also, it was not that we demanded absolute sexual fidelity . . . at least to that point. I never asked Thad if he had any "contacts" on his numerous road trips, nor did he volunteer such information. Likewise, he never asked me if I had had any dalliances while he was away. The reality was that if such contacts did occur, they did not affect how we felt about each other and, therefore, did not affect our relationship. . . at that point. Over the months that we had been together, trust had grown as well as the knowledge of how the other felt.
To that point, Thad asked once, "What would you do if you walked into the team's shower and saw me with another guy?"
"Quietly leave," I answered.
"I mean, what would you feel?"
"Mmmm!" I thought, "I really don't know . . . I wouldn't feel happy! But . . . I don't know how I would react."
"Would you stop seeing me?"
"No." Then, "Why are you asking me this?"
Shrugging his shoulders he answered, "Just wondered."
"Shiiiit! . . . Jealous? Hah!"
I kissed him, went to the shower and mused how Thad could make two syllables out of the explicative 'Shiiiit.' I was slipping on my walking shorts when there was a knock on the door and almost immediately it opened a bellman walked in with our breakfast tray. Thad was reading the morning paper on the lanai. The bellman glanced into the bedroom where I was dressing, smiled and walked to the table near Thad. There he quietly and efficiently laid out our breakfast. Pulling on my shirt, I walked onto the lanai.
"Good morning, Sir."
Glancing at his name plate, I replied, "Good morning, Jorge."
"Enjoy your breakfast, Sirs."
"Thanks. Guess we overslept . . . we are starved," I admitted.
Jorge smiled at both of us, "Swimming in the night sea does that." And, with that utterance he left.
Thad's eyebrows arched dramatically, "What the hell does that mean?"
"Don't know."
"Think he saw us last night?"
"May be," I said as I poured a cup of coffee.
"You're damned nonchalant about it."
Smiling, I bent down and kissed Thad quickly. "Well . . . If he did, he did . . . I'm sure he's seen plenty of that here. Besides, what's he gonna do? Post the news on the local bulletin board?"
"Shiiiit!"
I guess Thad suffered from a bit of paranoia. It wasn't so much that we were consciously hiding our relationship as it was that both of us are essentially rather private individuals. Also, we were realistic. Thad's profession was notoriously homophobic on its public face, although rumor has it that there were and are a number of the gridiron heroes who "swing both ways" . . . not to mention: Brian Engquist and Jeff Mac Pherson.
"Don't worry my love. This is one step from nowhere . . . the guy probably doesn't even know what football is!"
"Yeah. Guess you're right."
We ate or breakfast, or, at this time of the day, do you call it, 'Brunch?'
"Let's walk into town," Thad suggested.
"Sounds good to me."
The Casa de Maio was a little to the north of San José del Cabo. The town was maybe two or three thousand souls who eked out a living fishing, primarily. The Casa de Maio was the only resort of sorts, although there were a couple of small, rather simple hotels near the ocean front that we opined catered to the local population that happened there.
We walked through the town, no sidewalks and only one paved street. It was market day and there were a number of stalls hastily erected that sold mostly local produce and simple clothes. One of the vendors sold ceramics of the local variety, but not very impressive. We stopped at an outdoor cafe and ordered coffee. We had been warned about 'Montezuma's revenge,' and were careful of what we ate or drank at any place but the hotel.
It was mid afternoon when we started walking up the beach towards the hotel. Midway to the Casa de Maio there were a number of massive boulders that appeared to have been strewn by some ancient being from a low hill down into the sea. We began to pick our way around and over them when suddenly Thad stopped and signaled, "Quiet."
We were climbing over one huge boulder. Before us was a small sandy enclave amongst the rocks. Bathed in the afternoon light were three nude forms. One, Jorge was bent over with a hard cock stuffed in his mouth while his ass was plugged by another equally stiff, pummeling dick. Incredulously, I recognized the other two men--Brian Engquist and Jeff Mac Pherson!
Brian's cock was deep in Jorge's mouth when some inner sentinel caused him to look up directly at us. We were frozen on the spot. His eyes widened and then a smile spread across his lips.
"Jeff," he murmured, "We got company." He nodded towards Thad and me.
Jeff's gaze snapped in our direction, and after recognition, he too grinned. "Well, I'll be damned!"
One plus one does equal two, usually. Both Jeff and Brian made the jump of logic.
"Hey, guys! Come on down . . . there's plenty for all of us!"
Neither Jeff nor Brian stopped what they were obviously enjoying themselves during this time of recognition. Their eyes invited us to partake.
Thad, finally recovered his shock and said, "No, That's OK, we gotta go."
With that we backed down, skirted that trysting place and walked quickly back to the hotel. We got to our suite and quietly closed the door. From the time of Thad's refusal until we entered the room, not a word had been uttered by either of us. I can imagine that Thad's mind was racing at super sonic speed, trying to catalogue and file what we had seen as well as the implications.
"I can't believe it!"
"Why?"
Thad glanced at me, questioning.
"Why! They're two of the most notorious pussy-hounds on the team!"
I merely shrugged.
"You're not surprised?" he demanded.
"I'm surprised to find them here," I answered.
"What is that supposed to mean? You knew about them?" The latter question was pitifully weak.
Again I shrugged. Thad's eyes bored into me requiring an answer.
"Well . . . If you must know . . . Yes. . . . I knew about them. But, it doesn't concern us, and I have never been one to see and tell."
Thad's steely gaze lessened somewhat. I could still see that his mind was still racing. He knew what I meant. Neither of us were subject to gossiping or other such stories. Thad, I guess, understood my professional need to protect my sources of information. The time would come when I would reveal to him the circumstances of my awareness, but only when such knowledge was not longer emotionally charged.
"Shiiiit! I still can't believe it!"
I smiled and reached over to give his arm a reassuring pat.
"Wonder if that bellman told them what he saw last night?"
I arched my eyebrows, "Well, if he hadn't before . . . he might tell them now . . . who knows?" Then in attempt to defuse Thad's concern, "Who cares?"
Thad glanced over to and merely shook his head.
What had started out as a private idyll had turned into something quite different. I was concerned, but more for Thad than for myself. The rest of the afternoon, we sat on the lanai . . . Thad gazing out at the ocean, and me? . . . I read.
By seven o'clock I could feel that the tension had lessened considerably in Thad's being. I closed the book. "Let's go to dinner," I suggested.
Thad flashed a wan smile, "Yeah . . . Let's." He rose from his stupor and walked to the bedroom and started to change.
I followed him and also changed. Refreshed, I walked up to him, put my arms around him, he did the same and we kissed.
"You know, it's not the end of the world!"
Thad grinned . . . almost the brilliant smile. "I know . . . !" We kissed again, deeper this time and with a warm, lingering intensity. The kiss began to unlock those doors . . . I could feel Thad's reaction.
"You really hungry?" I teased.
Now, that brilliant smile, "Yeah! For food . . . and then later . . . something else!" He winked.
"Promise?" I asked, cupping his crotch.
"Promise!" he answered.
We walked to the dining room and ordered our Chopin martinis. As we sat sipping our drinks, Jeff and Brian walked in and over to where we were sitting.
"May we join you?" Brian asked cautiously.
I glanced at Thad, who answered, "Sure."
They smiled and sat down. The waiter came over and they too ordered drinks.
After they were served, Jeff stated, "We were told last night when we checked in that two Américanos were also staying here." And, then added, "We thought that not many people knew about this place or would be here."
"Yeah, we thought the same," Thad offered.
"Have you been here before?" I asked.
"Our third time," Brian revealed.
For a few seconds, we quietly sipped our drinks.
Jeff was the first to break the silence. "Hey," he began addressing the both of us, "What goes on between you two . . . is your business. . . . Besides, David, we really appreciate . . . your . . . silence about what you saw in the showers . . . back then."
Thad glanced towards me. I nodded in understanding. My reporter's curiosity took over.
"I imagine Jorge had an interesting tale to tell you," I probed.
Brian answered with a weak smile, "Yeah, but don't worry . . . he'll be quiet . . . besides . . . I don't think his wife would appreciate his . . . other side. You know . . . Mexicano machismo!" The last phrase he uttered in perfect Spanish.
"He's married?" Thad asked.
"Yeah, and a couple of kids," Jeff offered.
"Today wasn't the first time you two were with him?" I continued.
"Naw," Brian stated, and continued the information, "Actually, he made his desires known the first time we came here . . . quite an accomplished guy! Has always made our stay here memorable"
"I bet," I stated.
"Well, you two enjoy your dinner," Brian said as the two got up and moved to another table across the verandah.
Thad watched them leave and then fixed his gaze on me.
"You feel better now?" I asked.
Slowly he nodded his head. "Wonder how long those two have been together?" he questioned.
"Don't know," I answered, "But at least three years if this is their third trip here."
"Yeah."
Halfway through dinner, Jorge walked past the table and delivered a knowing and questioning wink in our direction.
Later that night after a warmly gentle love session, we lay on the bed, entwined.
"Can I ask you a question, David?"
When ever Thad uses my Christian name, particularly in a question, I know that it demands a serious and a considered answer.
"Sure. What?"
"Would you like a three-way with the bellman?" For some reason, Thad didn't use Jorge's Christian name.
"Not really. It's not high on my wish list!"
"It's on your wish list?"
"Mmmm! Not really . . . never thought about it."
There was several minutes of silence.
"Would you like a three-way with Jorge?" I returned the question.
Thad merely shook his head. Guess he thought such a question didn't deserve a vocal response.
"How about a one-on-one with him," I prodded with a smirk.
Thad's answer was a wrenching pinch in my side.
"Damn!" I yelled, then, "Can I ask you a question?"
"What?" he answered.
"Didn't the sight of those three back there in the rocks turn you on just a little bit?"
Thoughtfully, he responded, "Mmmmm! Yeah, at first it did, but when I recognized Jeff and Brian . . . I just panicked and shriveled up."
"Well, luckily the 'shrivel' didn't last . . . ." I said with a snicker and reached for his flaccid cock.
"Why are you so fuckin horny all the time?
"Not ALL the time," I answered, "Just when I'm with you!"
He laugher and flipped over on to me, pinning me down. "Think I'm gonna rape you."
"No!"
"No?"
"No, 'cause with rape you got to have an unwilling victim . . . .!"
"You're a fuckin whore!" he laughed.
I guess we all have sore points!
I have always rebelled when a guy refers or infers the feminine to or about another man--'she' instead of 'he,' 'sister' instead of 'brother.' That also applies to terms like 'pussy,' or 'cunt,' or 'whore,' when referring to another guy. Such terms are demeaning in my estimation. To be truthful, I also abhor them when they are applied to women--that is, the last three terms. I am a man. I have a cock which gives me great pleasure, and, I must admit, pleasure to others as well. Parenthetically, I have an ass hole which also gives me great pleasure and to others too. But, I am not a pussy! I am not a cunt! I am not a whore!
I pushed him off me with some force, sat up, looked at him and stated, emphatically, "I am not a whore! I am not a pussy! I am not a cunt! I am a man!"
Thad's eyes widened and he became remarkably lighter. "Sorry! Didn't mean . . . ."
I reached over and covered his mouth with my hand.
"It's forgotten."
I lay back down. Guess we learn something about each other every day. Makes it interesting. Again we lay in silence.
Then Thad rolled on his side, propped himself on his elbow and said, "Hey, Mr. Man, if I can play with your cock, you can play with mine!"
I burst into laughter. Thad knew how to defuse most of my moods, as I knew how to neutralize his!
"You ass!"
He sat bolt upright, turned towards me, crossed his legs, held his hands out and declared, "I'm no ass! I'm no cock! I'm no sucker . . ." he winked, and finished, "except to and for you!" Again, that brilliant smile!
Laughing, I rolled over, buried my face in his lap and sucked his soft cock into my mouth. Quickly is swelled again and became insistently rigid! I knew such an action always brought the wanted results.
"Umh!"
I pulled off and asked, "Hey, Mr. Man, how'd you like me to sit on your cock?"
"Wooow! Love your ass, Mr. Man!"
And, . . . I did. And, . . . I reveled at the feel of his entry. And, . . . I moved in ways I had come to enjoy. And, . . . it was obvious from his deep, guttural groans and massive, galvanic release that he did too!