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THE RIGHT TIME by M.J. McLean Part 9
If they even bothered to knock -- and they insisted a few minutes later that they did -- I didn't hear them, didn't even know they were in the room until Shane leapt onto the bed and started jumping on the mattress.
"Wake up, sleepyhead, c'mon," he said. "Wake -- hey, Robb, look, he's got a good morning boner! Whatcha been dreamin' about, Nic?"
My eyes popped open. I didn't know what to look at, but it was all oddly disconcerting. I was indeed sporting a pretty decent hard-on, though whether it was a dream or just morning wood, I wasn't sure. I'd been too abruptly awakened.
Shane, meanwhile, was still bouncing on the bed. Naked. He was bouncing and so were his cock and balls, which didn't do much to encourage my hard-on to deflate. On the other side, Robb stood with a breakfast tray I'd been using to stack mail and keys. On it was a diet Coke, poured over ice into a glass, and two pop tarts. And half-resting on a plate along the edge was ... his cock. I howled.
"Your brunch, madame," Robb said in his best butler's voice. "I can heartily recommend the sausage this morning."
"Looks a little soggy," I said.
"Maybe if you tasted it, you'd find it a little plumper," Robb replied.
"Hey, that's mine!" Shane said, crawling over me. He leaned over the tray and licked Robb's cock. "Mmmmm ... but it could use some syrup."
"Geez, get away from my breakfast!" I said, grabbing the soda and pop tarts. Shane fell back laughing, flashing me his ass. Still no change in my wood. I looked over at the alarm clock. "Shit, guys, it's nearly 11. I can't believe you let me sleep so long. Mitch'll be here pretty quick."
"You looked a little, uh, drained last night," Robb said. "I figured you could use the rest after working it so late ... I mean working so late."
"Fuck you," I said, glancing at Shane. He looked a little confused, so I guessed that Robb hadn't told him they'd had an audience of one last night.
"Well, sweetie, I usually don't bottom for anyone, but the way you're waving that thing around this morning, I guess I could be versatile," Robb said. I tossed a piece of pop tart at him and again I missed the knock, this one out front.
"Knock, knock," said a voice from the doorway. "Is anyone -- shit, I guess I found you all. Damn, guys .... "
Mitch looked ashen. I could only imagine what he saw: Three naked guys, two on the bed, one with a hard-on that still wouldn't go away.
"Heya sweetie," I said. "Maybe you can rescue me here from Laurel and Hard-on. I'm being held hostage."
"I can see ... " he said, still skeptical.
"We're the ones caught under fire," Robb said. "We were bringing breakfast to the gentlemen of the house and he started waving that thing around." He pointed to my cock, which was finally deflating. "C'mon, Laurel, let's get dressed for the trip."
Robb and Shane left. Mitch saw on the edge of the bed and stared at me. "You guys are hopeless," he said. "Now you've got Shane flashing his naked self around."
"But you have to admit he looked pretty happy," I said. "Not much like he's being abused or anything." I probably should have left well enough alone; Mitch glowered, then told me to get ready to go so we didn't waste any more of the weekend.
Chastened, I took the soda with me into the bathoom, shaved, showered and then dressed. Mitch packed an overnighter for me and by the time I was ready, so were Robb and Shane. We piled in Mitch's car and struck out for Flagstaff.
After several wrong turns, we finally found the cabin. It was secluded, as promised, cut off from the other cabins by a utility access road. It was surrounded by pine trees on three sides, which added to the rustic look. It was smaller than Mitch expected, I think, but we could see a deck wrapping around from the back, so that held promise.
Once inside, it was clear the deck might be the cabin's best feature. It's not that it was a dump or anything -- the carpet was a little worn, but still nice and clean, the furniture was relatively new and there was a TV.
But the fireplace had been converted to a sort of bar, though there was no booze on the shelves, only glasses. The sofa wasn't a fold-out, but there was a futon on one side of the dining room, which was apparently the extra "bed."
The two bedrooms turned out to be one bedroom and a den and there was zero privacy for either. Other than the bathroom and the closets, there were no interior doors. An archway led from the living room to the master bedroom; only the closet and a narrow wall blocked the view. Another archway led from the bedroom into a sort of den or sitting room. This time, a floor-to-ceiling bookcase blocked part of the view.
There was a queen-sized bed in the master bedroom and a double in the den. A door led from the master bedroom out to the deck, where there was was a hot tub that looked to be in good working condition. Robb said he and Shane would take the den: "I don't think either of us wants to sleep on that futon, so we'll sacrifice and double up," he said with a leering grin.
But we discovered all that later because the first thing that hit us when we walked in the front door was a strong odor of rotting food. The refrigerator had failed and some of the food left behind by the last visitors had gone bad. Robb and Shane began opening windows and turning on ceiling fans; Mitch and I found garbage bags under the sink and quickly emptied the refrigerator's contents and dragged the bags outside.
We found some cleaning supplies and air deodorizer and set about making the place livable. An hour or so later, the smell had faded and we unpacked our bags and the groceries we'd bought in town. Luckily, we were only staying one night, so we had little food that had to stay refrigerated.
Sadly for us, much of the food did need to be cooked and it didn't take long to figure out that two of the burners on the stove were kaput and the oven thermostat was seriously off. The microwave seemed to work well enough, so we somehow managed to cobble together a pretty decent meal, all things considered.
The extra wine we'd brought helped.
After dinner, I half expected to find the dishwasher inoperable as well, but it seemed newer than the other appliances and hummed to life with the push of a button.
"OK, boys, it's hot tub time!" Robb said. He found a stash of towels earlier, along with a half dozen hotel-quality robes -- one of the time sharers was thinking right -- and had turned on the tub controls. With a wink, he stripped naked in the middle of the dining room (he was wearing black 2(x)ist briefs instead of his trademark white Calvins -- had Shane left those behind last night?) and headed for the door.
He stopped short and went over to a cd player on one corner. He pushed a button on it, then a switch on the wall. The music began playing outside -- there were speakers on the deck!
Shane needed no more prodding. He stripped and followed Robb. I put my arm around Mitch: "C'mon, kiddo, we're falling behind." I took my clothes off and waited for Mitch to strip as well. I goosed his ass on the way out; he reached back and grabbed my dick. I was glad to see him feeling good about this.
Robb and Shane were trying to get comfortable in the tub when we got out there. I shivered a little as the cold mountain air hit my skin and I hurried to climb in to the hot water. I could feel the jets on my legs and my ass as I lowered myself in and found a spot on the narrow bench. This was going to be a bit of a squeeze, to get all four of us in here. Definitely not a place for the shy.
Mitch settled in beside me and I put my arm around him, feeling his body against mine. I tried to let my legs float a little, but found instead a tangle of other legs. I kicked playfully and soon we were stirring up the water even more with a rather aggressive game of footsie.
"God, this is beautiful out tonight," Robb said, finally sitting back and staring up into the night sky. The deck lights were off and I'd hit the dining room lights on the way out. We could see the stars through the trees and a half mooon added a little more light.
We sat quielty for a few minutes, the jazz playing softly on the outdoor speakers. I hugged Mitch a little tighter and he rested his head on my shoulder. I felt his hand move across my thigh and find my cock, which was starting to get a little hard from the water and the picture of all of us naked. I smiled and sighed contentedly.
Robb and Shane kissed, softly at first, then more passionately. I couldn't see their hands, but from their movements, it looked like they were playing with each other underwater.
I turned to Mitch and looked into his eyes before moving in to kiss him. I pressed my lips against his and he responded. I pulled on his lower lip with mine, my tongue darting out quickly. I put my left hand on his face and kissed him more deeply, my tongue pushing past his lips this time to find his. I felt his lips moving against mine. His ran his right hand through my hair and rested it on the back of my head.
I felt a foot graze my upper thigh and then move lightly down my leg. I jumped a little but I didn't want to break the kiss, so I didn't move. I was pretty sure Robb was playing. I reached under the water to find Mitch's cock, which was growing hard now as well. I stroked it a little and caressed his balls.
Robb's foot stopped its trips up and down my leg and I heard movement in the water. This time I turned in time to see Robb easing himself up onto the side of the tub. He spread his legs to reveal a full erection. Shane kneeled on the tub seat and and grabbed Robb's thighs, then lowered his head onto Robb's cock. He began to suck, his head bobbing slowly.
Then without warning, the jets in the tub shut off and so did the hum from the heating mechanism. Robb reluctantly pushed Shane's head away and turned to look at the controls.
"All the lights are off," he reported, climbing out of the tub. "It looks like the whole control box has flipped off. He flipped a switch a few times, but nothing happened. "Maybe it blew a fuse or something."
"Whatever happened, it's gonna get kinda nippy in here pretty quick," I said. "Let's just go in. I don't want to fool around with electrical systems in the dark, especially not on a hot tub."
The rest of us climbed out of the pool. I noticed we were all hard still and my cock throbbed a little as I watched the other three dry off, their erections bouncing in the night air. Robb had left the robes in the dining room, so trooped in there and wrapped ourself in the terry-cloth warmth.
"So what's on TV?" Shane asked. He grabbed the remote, turned the set on and started surfing. It turned out that although the cabin had satellite service, it was only basic; there were no movie channels. The choices weren't great, but we found ourselves watching an old episode of "Bob Newhart" on TV Land.
After a while, Shane got restless. He rummaged around the TV cabinet and found a small stash of videos. "Aha!" he said suddenly. He held up his find: "The Sum of Us," a favorite of mine, mostly because Russell Crowe looked so hot.
Shane popped the tape into the VCR and started it up. Mitch and I sank into the big sofa, cuddling up along one side. Robb and Shane squeezed into the oversized chair-and-a-half next to us, their legs entwined. We'd all seen the movie, but got caught up in the story yet again.
"God, he looks so young," Shane said as the credits rolled.
"Yeah, and that was before he got too macho and straight to play sensitive," Robb added.
Shane looked through the video stack again. He reached back into the cabinet and his eyes widened when he saw what he found. "Porn!" he cried. He tossed it to Robb.
"Well, soft-core anyway," Robb said. "I've seen another one from this outfit -- the guys get naked and hot'n'heavy, but the camera cuts away before you see real action. Hey! This one was filmed in Palm Springs ... I've been to that resort. It's a pretty fuckin' hot place if you want to see naked guys everywhere." He tossed it back to Shane, who popped it into the machine.
The video was called "Love Inn Exile" and was set at a resort called Inn Exile. There wasn't much plot that I could figure out -- a young guy goes to the resort, gets a little scared by all the hot, naked studs at the pool and hides in his room, dreaming about one of the guys he saw. Then he winds up saving the guy at the pool and they and the others go at each other in soft focus and strategic cut-aways, just as Robb said.
But the plot wasn't the thing in this video, the naked guys were and on that point, you had to give it two thumbs up ... if your thumbs weren't wrapped around your own cock, that is. I glanced around every now and than and could see the images were having their effect on all four of us. I could hear the heavier breathing, could feel my own, and could feel a certain tension building in the room.
None of said anything, but we began to move. I opened my robe and began to stroke my cock, then reached over and found Mitch's. He shifted a little and moved his leg over mine. I was pulling on both our dicks; he began to caress my chest.
In the other chair, Robb and Shane were stroking each other, their eyes on the TV screen. Then Robb pulled Shane's head toward his and kissed him, running his hands down Shane's side. Shane shifted, first to his side, then all the way around, until he was facing Robb, stradding him with a knee on either side of Robb's legs. He sat down so their two cocks could meet, then leaned in and kissed Robb.
I don't know if he saw them do it first, but Mitch suddenly did the same to me. He lowered his ass on my thighs and pushed his hard cock toward mine. He leaned toward me and licked my nipples, gently biting each one. He kissed me deeply. I felt his tongue push past my lips and my teeth. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. He began to thrust his hips against me gently.
I glanced over in time to see Shane wincing as he lowered his ass onto Robb's hard cock, which was wet with what looked like precum and maybe a little split. Shane whimpered a little, then sighed as Robb's cock sank in. He rocked a little and kissed Robb again. Robb thrust his hips, gently fucking Shane.
"Um ... I think .... unh ... I think we're gonna ...go in ... no rubbers out here," Robb said, breathing hard. He eased Shane's hips up off his cock and then helped Shane to his feet. Shane let his robe fall to the floor. His cock was hard, standing up at a slight angle. Robb stood, leaving his robe in the chair. He kissed Shane, then took his hand and led him toward the bedroom.
"We'll be back here, boys," Robb said, then he paused. "Um ... any chance you guys wanna come back and watch and maybe, um ... you know ... see what might happen?"
For a split second, the picture flashed in my mind: The four of us on the big bed, me fucking Mitch while he sucked Shane, who was getting fucked by Robb ... Mitch sucking me while Robb fucked me ... but I answered immediately: "You guys have a good time," I said. "We'll figure out something ..."
Robb smiled. "I figured, but I wanted to be polite." He winked at me and the two of them disappeared into the back rooms.
I turned back to Mitch, who was fiddling with the remote, trying to turn the video off.
"You don't want to watch the end?" I asked.
"I'm thinking there's not much suspense," he said.
We could hear giggling in the back, then a moan and then sounds that I was pretty sure meant Robb had found the rubbers and was fucking Shane. Mitch wrapped his robe around himself and got up.
"Let's go out on the deck," he said. "I could use a little fresh air."
"It's pretty cold fresh air," I replied. The moans grew a little louder and I could hear Shane saying things like "Yeah, stud, fuck me hard." I could tell Mitch was uncomfortable. "Fresh air it is." I followed him out the door and shivered a little. He stood against the railing, looking up through the trees into the starry night.
I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, laying my head on his shoulder. He put his hands on mine and drew me in closer, but I also felt him sigh.
"What's wrong, Mitch? Is it what Robb said? He was kidding," I said. "Mostly."
"No," Mitch said. "Well, yes, but no. I just ... I'm ... Nic, this isn't what I'd planned."
"You couldn't know about the fridge or the bedroom or ..."
"No," he said. "Nic, this was supposed to be my fantasy weekend. For us. This was ... this was going to be what I'd always wanted." He shivered a little.
"Your fantasy?"
"It's really cheesy, which is why I guess I never told you," he said. "I wanted to show you because then you'd see why I'd always wanted it. It's sort of a ... promise you won't laugh, OK?" He turned to look at me.
"I promise," I said. "I could never laugh at your fantasies."
"It's sort of a ski lodge fantasy," he said. "Except without the skiing, because I don't ski. I always imagined going to a mountain cabin or lodge with the man I ... with someone special. We'd get up there and chop a little wood and then make dinner together. We'd drink too much wine, then light a fire in the big ol' fireplace and sit in front of it and then ... and then make love on the big, furry rug and fall asleep there, our naked bodies sweaty and ... "
He trailed off. I hugged him tighter and ran my hands across his chest. I kissed his neck and whispered in his ear: "That's so sexy, Mitch, so hot." I moved my hands under the robe and tweaked his nipples.
"I thought this would be it, then ..."
"Then I invited Robb along," I said. "Why didn't you say something? Tell me this meant something? I could have had Robb come another time."
"No, you were so excited and he was in a bad way," Mitch said. "Then Shane broke up and I wanted to help him ... and then ... well, it wouldn't have worked anyway. I mean, look at this place. No fireplace, no rug, nothing works ... it wouldn't have worked."
"Mitch, anyplace we could be alone together is a fantasy for me," I said. "Right now is a fantasy, standing out here in the mountains, with all those stars. Just you and me, almost naked ..." My cock was beginning to get hard. I let the robe fall open and pushed my hips against Mitch's ass.
"Mmmm, that feels nice," he said. He pushed back a little, which only made my cock grow harder.
I ran my hands down his stomach, finding the trail just below his belly button. I found his cock, which was nearly hard. I kissed his neck, sucking a little bit, then ran my tongue up to his ear. I bit it gently and blew warm air. He shivered again.
I reached up and pulled his robe back across his shoulders, letting it drop to the deck. I wrapped my arms around him again and pushed my cock into his ass, thrusting my hips a little as he moved his. I shrugged my own robe off, feeling the nippy air wash across me even as our heat spread through my body.
Mitch reached around and put his hands on my hips, pulling me into him, rotating his ass a little until my cock fit between his cheeks. He turned his head until I could reach his lips and I kissed him, my tongue darting between his lips. I rubbed my hands across his chest and stomach and found his cock again, stroking it as I continued to thrust.
My cock was slippery with precum as it slid between Mitch's ass cheeks. I switched my thrusts to more of an up and down sliding motion, feeling his ass jack my cock. The feeling sent new chills through me. He reached around again and found my cock, guiding its head toward his asshole.
"I want you in me," he whispered.
I used the precum on my cock to moisten his hole a little. I pushed the head of my cock against him and pushed. I heard him gasp a little, but could see him trying to relax his body. I pushed slowly but firmly until the head of my dick found its way inn. I let the rest slide in and began to thrust in and out.
Mitch moaned as I fucked him. I found his cock and stroked it some more. Then reluctantly, I slowed my thrusting and pulled my cock out.
"I can't, not without ..." I said.
"Yes you can," Mitch said. "I want you to."
"No," I said. "I'm sorry, I can't. Let's go in ... there's some inside."
Mitch's face turned sad for an instant, but he took my hand and led me into the bedroom. We could still hear sounds from the other room, but Mitch ignored them as he found a rubber and rolled it on my cock. He lay down on the bed, spread his legs and raised his hips. "Fuck me, Nic, I have to feel you in there," he said breathlessly.
I crawled between his legs, lifting his feet onto my shoulders. I squirted some lube on my sheathed dick and entered Mitch again. I fucked faster this time. "God, Mitch, your ass is so hot and tight ... unh ... unh... "
"Fuck me, Nic, jesus, fuck me," he said. He was stroking his own cock as I fucked him, harder and faster.
"Ah ... ahhh.... Mitch, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna shoot ... " I said, feeling the cum building to spurt. I thrust harder and then stopped when I was deep in him. "Unnnhhh ... unnnhhh..... god..... god, I'm cummmming ....unnnnhhh .... aaahhhhh ...." I couldn't help how loud I knew I was as I shot.
"Yeah, fill me up," Mitch cried. He stroked faster, but I reached out and stopped him. I pulled out of him and dropped quickly to Mitch's cock. I let it slide into my mouth and began sucking it, my head bobbing up and down. It didn't take long.
"Omigod ... omigod ... aaaahhhhh!" Mitch cried. I felt his cock twitch and then shoot warm streams of cum into my mouth and down my throat. I eagerly took it all.
When he stopped, I fell down on him, turning onto my back as I tried to remove the rubber without spilling too much. We held each other. I kissed him deeply and he kissed me back and he wrapped his body around mine. I pulled the comforter up over us. Forget about cleaning up. I wanted to fall asleep in the arms of the man I love, even if I couldn't quite tell him.
I awoke to an unexpected warm and wet feeling on ... down ... I opened my eyes and tried to figure out what was going on. The sun was shining into the bedroom. I was a little cold and I could see why now. The comforter had been tossed to the floor and Mitch was lying on his stomach between my legs with my cock in his mouth.
He looked up as I shifted a little. "Rise 'n shine, sleepyhead," he said. "I always wanted to do this, wake you up with a morning blow job. Now just relax."
I sat up and shifted back so Mitch had more room. I couldn't believe what was happening, but god, it felt amazing. I watched his head bob up and down my my cock, which was mostly hard by now. Just then, I saw movement in the archway to the den area. Robb stumbled out, freezing when he saw what was happening. He grinned at me and winked, then reached down and stroked his cock.
"What's ... " Shane walked out and froze as well. Mitch heard him, stopped sucking and turned to look. I figured the party was over, but instead, he turned back, smiled at me and resumed sucking.
Robb put his hands on Shane's shoulders and gently pushed him to the floor. Shane didn't hesitate, taking Robb's cock in his hands and guiding it into his mouth. He began to suck. My cock grew harder even as I surveyed the scene: Mitch sucking my cock, Shane sucking Robb's. My eyes met Robb's and we stared at each other. He licked his lips and grinned.
I put my hands on Mitch's head as he sucked. I could feel myself get close and I moaned a little. Mitch sucked a little faster, sqeezing my balls with his hand. My breathing quickened and I closed my eyes as I felt the start of the orgasm. I tightened my ass and shot.
"Ahhhh .... ahhhh .... oh, god, Mitch, unnnhhhh.... unnnhhhh.... " He tightened his lips and swallowed as I came. Suddenly, I heard Robb cry out and looked up in time to see him back against the wall, eyes closed.
"Oh, shit! Oh, shit, man, suck me dry," he said. "Ahhh ... ahhhhh .... " He finished and pulled Shane to his feet, then kissed him.
No one said anything for a minute, then Mitch spoke up: "I'm gonna get a shower started," he said to me. I reached out and grabbed his cock, which was still hard and wet with precum.
"What about this?" I said. "What about you?"
"I'm good," he said. "This morning was for you. You can owe me now." He kissed me and padded off to the shower. I joined him a minute later and paid at least part of my debt before we decided we should leave some hot water for the others.
I made coffee and toasted bagels while Robb and Shane got ready. We ate breakfast, then walked outside and tromped around in the trees for while. A little after 1, we decided it was time to head back to the Valley. We packed and piled back in the car for the trip home, stopping halfway home to get some burgers and fries for lunch.
Mitch decided to go back to his place that night, in part because he had to get up early for work the next morning and in part to give Robb and me a little more time together. Robb and Shane went out on my tiny balcony to talk for a few minutes before Shane left. I saw them kiss, then Shane grabbed his bag and left with Mitch.
"So what was that about?" I asked Robb.
"Just a little chat, some loose ends," he said. "We both agreed that we had a great weekend, but neither of us wants to start anything new, especially long-distance. And honestly, there was no spark for either of us, except when we were fucking. He's a hot guy, Nic, but that's about it."
I was secretly relieved, for Shane's sake if nothing else. I hope Shane was telling Mitch the same story; Mitch had been worried that Shane would get his heart broken this weekend.
"So that was good-bye?" I asked.
"Not exactly," Robb said. "He's taking me to the airport in the morning."
We decided to go out for dinner, so we changed clothes and settled on a place. Afterward, we watched a couple of movies on TV, though we probably talked more than we watched. A little after midnight, "Muriel's Wedding" started on one of the movie channels and Robb insisted we watch that one, so I mircowaved another bag of popcorn.
When the movie ended, I flicked the TV off and told Robb I was beat and needed to go to bed. He told me to get ready and that he'd come by in a few minutes to say goodnight. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and had just shucked my underwear when Robb walked in.
He was naked as well and carried a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other.
"I brought this with me for us to share," he said. "Just to say thanks for being there for me this weekend. Thanks for letting me talk and ramble on and thanks for letting me fuck your friend ..."
We both laughed. "Seriously," he said, filling the glasses and handing me one. "You're a great friend and I'm really happy we found each other again. Cheers." We clinked glasses and sipped the wine. I sat down on the bad and motioned for Robb to do the same.
"I still can't believe I wasted all that time when we were housemates," I said. "I mean there you were, naked and everything, and I just let it go. I was still kinda fucked up then, you know ... "
"Yeah, I kinda got the idea," Robb said. "That church of yours can do a number on you, can't it?"
"And then some," I said, downing the rest of the wine in my glass. Robb grabbed the bottle and refilled me, topping off his own glass. He relaxed against the headboard and smiled at me.
"Damn," he said, shaking his head. "I really wish something had happened back then ... Hell, I wish something had happened when you were at the training seminar. You're a great guy and hot as well, Nic. I wish I could fuck you."
I was a little surprised by his bluntness, but I also felt a little tinge inside. I took a breath.
"I know," I said quietly. "And honestly, if you had asked at the seminar ... I'd have probably said OK ... as long as it was ... you know, just a fuck." I looked at Robb, searching his eyes for a response. He smiled and shifted a little on the bed.
"Now you tell me," he said. He ran his hand down his stomach and casually fluffed his cock, which I could see was starting to get hard. "You know," he said softly, "it could still be ... just a fuck ... I'm not looking for any strings right now, no emotional attachments. It'd be just between us ... if you want."
My heart was beating faster and I could feel my own dick stirring. I gulped the wine again and looked at Robb. I knew I couldn't deny how much he turned me on and we had connected so well as friends and if it were just a fuck, if he went back to California and I went back to ... Mitch.
"That's the thing, though," I said. "I think I am. I think it's time for some strings, for some attachment. I've fallen in love, Robb, and I don't want to take any chances."
Robb said nothing for a moment. "He's lucky. You're sure, though? One last fuck between buddies before you take the big "L" plunge? I could give you a great memory ... " He spread his legs a little and showed me his cock, which was nearly erect now.
My breath caught. "God, you don't know how much I'd like to," I said, almost in a whisper. "But it's more complicated than that now. I could probably handle it, but ... " I told him about a plan I'd hatched on the drive home and how even one hot buddy-fuck would prevent me from carrying out that plan.
Robb finished his wine and took a swig from the bottle. "Jesus, you're a great guy," he said sadly. "Now I really feel like I've missed out."
For a moment, I said nothing, then I leaned over and hugged Robb, then gently kissed him. I let my hand trail down his chest and lightly brush his hard-on. I felt him shiver. I moved closer, until our legs were touching. I put my right arm around his shoulder and with my left hand, I traced a trail from his lips, down his chin and his neck, down his chest and stomach again until I found his cock. I caressed it softly.
"I guess there's one thing we could do ..." I said, my voice catching. "As buddies." I began to stroke him slowly. He looked into my eyes and I nodded a little. He smiled and reached over toward me, finding my now-hard cock. He began to stroke it slowly. We quickly found a rhythm between us. My cock throbbed and oozed precum.
Neither of us said a word as we continued to stroke. I cupped my hand and slid it over the head of his cock as I worked it. I felt him shiver a little as the pam of my hand brushed the sensitive areas. He soon mimicked the move and I felt the same chill.
Suddenly he looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, I have to do this." He scooted a little and leaned over, sliding his mouth over my cock. I started to protest, putting my hand on his head to push him away, but instead, I found myself running my fingers through his hair, closing my eyes as his expert mouth worked my cock.
I moaned a little as I felt my cock touch the back of his throat. He sucked harder, moving his head steadily. Finally, I couldn't hold it back any more. I tensed up a little and thrust my hips toward Robb's mouth. He let my cock slide all the way in again as I began to shoot my load.
"Ohhhh .... ahhhh .... unnnhhhh .... oh, shit, Robb, oh, damn ... "
Robb swallowed it all, then sat up and in a quick motion, straddled me, his knees on either side of my legs. He was on his knees, looking into my eyes as he stroked his cock. It didn't take long. He didn't break my glance at all as he began to come. Streams of the warm, white fluid shot onto my stomach and legs. Robb stroked until nothing more came out, then he sat back on his heels and smiled.
He climbed off the bead and motioned for me to stay put. He went into the bathroom. I heard water running. Robb came out with a hand towel and a wash cloth and he carefully cleaned me up, wiping the cum off my chest and legs and cock. Then he leaned in and kissed me gently.
"Good night, buddy," he said. He kissed me once more. "And thanks." He left the room before I could think of anything to say except, "G'night ... "
Robb woke me the next morning by yanking the comforter and sheet off the bed and opening the blinds, letting the mid-morning sun stream into the room.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead, it's past 10!" he said. He looked down at me and grinned. "I guess we've got the rise part covered."
I struggled to get my bearings, trying to focus first on the clock, which did indeed read 10:22. Shit. I must've been tired to sleep so late. I sat up and looked around. Robb was dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of cotton workout shorts. He held two cans of diet Coke, one of which he now offered to me. I sipped gratefully, then got out of bed, mumbling, "Gotta pee."
Robb was waiting for me when I got out. I reached for a pair of shorts, but he stopped me. "C'mon, give me one last show, Nic, you know you wanna," he said. I shrugged and padded out to the kitchen to find something to eat.
I saw Robb's bag sitting next to the door and realized I didn't know when he needed to leave. "When's Shane coming by?" I asked.
"Eleven," he said. "My flight's at 1:30, but we wanted to have brunch... or something." He grinned.
We chatted while I ate a stale bagle slathered in raspberry jam. A few minutes before 11, Robb's cell phone rang. He answered it, said a few words and flipped it shut.
"Shane's just pulling in," he said. "We should say our good-byes." He stood and I did too. "I can't thank you enough for so many things, Nic. For being here when I needed a friend, for a fun weekend, for having a hot friend like Shane, for indulging me ... you know ... last night." He smiled.
"I should thank you, Robbo," I said. "You've given me a friendship I needed and you helped me figure a few things out too. Last night was ... well, a way of showing you how much I love you, how much you mean to me."
"Aw, you're gonna make me cry," Robb said. "C'mere." He took me in his arms and hugged me tight. He kissed me gently on the lips, then hugged me again. "I love you too, Niccy," he whispered. He grabbed my ass playfully and pulled it close in to him. I felt something hard in his shorts and realized something.
"You're not wearing underwear, you perv!" I said as we broke apart. I looked down and could see his cock tenting out a little in the cotton shorts. "They're gonna bust you for indecent exposure!"
"Gotta be ready for the cute flight attendants," he said, winking. He turned around and unlocked the door, opening it just as Shane rounded the landing.
"Break it up, you guys!" he said. "This one's gotta go to the airport." He walked in and kissed Robb on the lips and me on the check, pinching a nipple with a wry grin. He scooped up Robb's bag with one hand and grabbed Robb's arm with the other.
"OK, this is good-bye for real," Robb said. He hugged me again quickly and left me with one last peck on the lips. "You owe me a visit now, Nic."
"Plan on it," I said. Robb and Shane walked out the door and started down the steps. I stood in the doorway, wondering if Barry the closet case was watching across the courtyard. Suddenly, Robb poked his head around the corner.
"Oh, Nic?" he said. "I forget to tell you. Your office called this morning, said they wanted to messenger over a copy of your finished project. I told them it was OK."
"When is the messenger arriving?" I asked.
"Um ..... now," Robb said, and as he disappeared again, a young guy in shorts and a cotton polo shirt rounded the landing and headed up the final steps to my apartment. I could hear Robb cackling as he headed for the car.
"You're gonna pay for this, Robb Parker!" I called out. The messenger stood in the doorway, trying not to stare at me.
"Um ... you're Nic... um ... uh ... Nic Cawley?" he said. He was tall, lanky, reddish hair, nice legs, probably a cute smile when he wasn't staring with his mouth agape. He was clearly flustered.
"I'm Nic," I said. "Come in. You have something for me?"
He thrust a padded envelope and said "I, uh ... you gotta sign here." He handed me a clipboard. I took it and signed, slowly, watching him as he tried -- and failed -- not to stare at my crotch. I could feel myself getting a little hard, knowing he was looking so intently and that was making him even more flustered. I handed him the clipboard. He mumbled thanks and stood frozen for a moment, then backed out and stumbled down the stairs.
I laughed and glanced across the courtyard just in time to see Barry peeking through the window. I fluffed my cock a little, then turned around and shut the door.
"Why won't you tell me where we're going?" Mitch said as we headed out of town.
"Because then it wouldn't be a surprise," I said, trying not to smile too widely.
"I didn't even know what clothes to pack," he said. "What if I'm dressed wrong for what we're doing?"
I looked over at Mitch, dressed, as I'd suggested when I called, in jeans and a polo shirt. "You're dressed right. You're perfect. And don't worry about later, you'll be wearing what you need to wear then too, I promise."
He tried to look pouty, but cracked up instead. I'd been planning the weekend for the better part of three weeks, ever since our getaway to Flagstaff with Robb and Shane. Getting everything ready hadn't been as easy as I'd hoped and I now owed several people some serious favors.
About 40 minuted outside the city, I took the freeway exit to Prescott and about 30 minutes after that, we were on a winding road into the foothills above Prescott, then into the junipers and pine trees of the high desert forest.
Finally, hoping I'd remembered Keith's detailed directions, I turned off onto a barely paved road that twisted and turned through the trees for about a mile before emerging into a small clearing. A small house sat on the edge of the clearing. Trees soared behind it; firewood was stacked along one wall.
"We're here," I said. "Welcome to your fantasy, Mitchell Baxter." I turned to him and kissed him, drinking in the surprised look on his face. I watched his eyes, which were taking in the scene as he realized what I'd done.
"This is .... this is ... the lodge?" he said, his voice shaking a little.
"Well, it's not exactly a lodge, or even a cabin," I said. "But it's damn close. And with any luck, by the time I'm through with you, you won't notice what's missing."
"Nic, I can't believe ... " Mitch said. His eyes were wet, something he tried to hide quickly. "God, this is so .... this is just great."
I opened the door. "Let's get going then," I said. I popped the trunk and hauled out our overnighters. At the door, I fumbled with the keys and finally found the right one. I opened the door and dropped the bags inside and let Mitch go in first.
I'd actually come up earlier in the week, taking a half day off work to sneak up and prepare the house, which belonged to Keith, a co-worker. He was reluctant at first to let me use the place, but when I told him what I planned, his one little straight romantic gene apparently kicked in and he agreed, although I had to promise to pick up one of his smaller projects so he could take a long weekend next month.
"Oh my god!" Mitch said, almost squealing. He ran into the back room, which was dominated by a rock fireplace. In front of it was a big, white faux bear rug rug. That belonged to Marissa, who inherited it from an aunt. I didn't tell her exactly what I planned to do, only that a romantic weekend was involved. She made me promise not to spill anything on it and told me I owed her big for letting it out of her house.
"It's all here," Mitch said, overwhelmed and near tears again. "The fireplace, the rug -- Nic, this is my fantasy!"
"There's no hot tub and the firewood's already chopped, but that's a plus to me," I said. "This is as close as I could get it all. I hope it's OK."
Mitch raced into my arms and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on me. He wrapped his arms around me and and squeezed my ass. He came up for breath finally: "It couldn't be any more perfect," he said. "I don't know what to say."
He looked around again. "This is going to make my surprise even better," he said.
I eyed him quizzically. "You're surprise?" I said. "Since when do you get to have surprises during my fantasy weekend."
"Since a day or two ago," he said. "And I thought it was my fantasy weekend!"
We stashed our bags in the bedroom and hauled in some firewood, which we left by the fireplace. I opened a bottle of wine and we set out to make dinner. I'd brought up pasta, sauce, salad ingredients and garlic bread. Nothing too original, but easy enough.
Mitch couldn't stop grinning as we cooked. We went through the first bottle of wine before the food was ready and polished off the second as we ate by candlelight. We cleaned up and I told Mitch to relax in the back room while I built a fire.
After a few false starts, I got it going. I brought out a bottle of champagne that had been chilling, and some glasses. I opened the bottle and poured us a little. We clinked glasses and sipped. Then I reached under a side table and pulled out a wrapped box with a card attached.
"This is for you," I said, handing it to Mitch. "Open the box first, then the card."
Mitch's eyes widened. "For me? What's the occasion?"
"You'll see," I said. "Open it."
He tore off the wrapping. His eyes showed the surprise I'd hoped for. "A box of condoms?" he asked. He shook it. "It sounds like it's empty." He opened it. "It is? What's the ..."
"Now open the card," I said, trying to surpress a grin.
He opened the envelope. The card was standard issue mush -- Hallmark didn't have anything even close to what I was doing, but it wasn't the card I wanted him to see. It was the folded paper inside. He finally spotted it and unfolded it. His eyes widened as he realized what it was.
"Nic," he said softly. "This is ... this ..." His voice choked up.
"I knew I didn't have anything to worry about," I said. "But there was that one time, back seven months or so ago, with the two guys ... and, well, we were safe, but I didn't want to risk anything with you. So I took the test. And I'm negative just like I knew."
Mitch was crying now. I took him in my arms. "Mitch," I said. "I don't want to play around anymore. I want to be with you ... totally. I want to be able to be inside you without a layer of latex between us. I want us to be one, totally. Mitch ... " I took a deep breath. "Mitch, I love you." This time, my voice cracked.
I felt Mitch sob softly, then look up in my eyes. He kissed me, long and deep, and this time it felt different. He looked at me again. "Nic, I don't know what to say," he said. "I've been wanting this ... I was afraid ... I didn't know ... Nic, Niccy, I love you too. I want you for me and no one else." Then he started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"My surprise," he said. "It's like ... too much of a coincidence. Nic, about two weeks ago, they offered all of us at work a free blood screen. It was only supposed to be for routine things like cholesterol and blood sugar and all that, but the lab screwed up and ran HIV too and didn't tell the company until they'd sent out the results. I think there's going to be some real trouble, but it doesn't matter. Because I'm negative too. I knew it, but now I know it and you know it and ... and we... "
He didn't finish because I'd planted my lips on his, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. I pulled him over on me and we kissed hungrily. I stopped finally and helped him slide off the sofa onto the furry rug. We sat side by side and kissed for a while. I wanted this to last, to go slow. This was the right time, at last.
As we kissed, I ran my hand across Mitch's chest and stomach, caressing him lightly through his shirt. He ran his fingers through my hair. I moved my mouth to his neck and kissed and sucked. I gently eased him down onto the rug. I lay on my side, one leg bent. I looked down into his eyes and caressed his cheek.
I decided to try something I'd seen in movies. I tipped the champagne bottle into my mouth and took several gulps, holding it inside. Then I leaned down. Mitch saw what I was doing and opened his mouth. I let the champagne dribble into his mouth. He choked a little and when I was through we laughed. I kissed him, tasting the champagne.
Mitch reached up and rubbed my chest and stomach, guiding his hand beneath my shirt. I shivered as he squeezed my nipples. He helped me take my shirt off and then I took his off. I eased myself half on top of him, one of my legs between his. I kissed him and rubbed his chest. I moved my crotch a little unti l found his and I began to thrust gently, moving my hips in a slow circle on top of him. He grabbed on to my ass.
I leaned back on my side and ran my hand across his crotch. He was getting hard inside his jeans. I traced his hardening cock through the material. I popped the top button, then lowered the zipper slowly. He raised his hips and let me lower his jeans, leaving him laying on the rug in pair of black briefs.
"God, you look hot in those," I said. I squeezed his bulge, which was growing inside the material. "You shouldn't hide in those boxers so much." He laughed and then pushed me onto my back. He crawled on top of me and began to suck my nipples. He bit them gently and sucked hard. I moaned and writhed on the rug.
He squoze my crotch and fumbled with the jeans. I helped unbutton and unzip them and then raised my hips and lowered the pants, kicking them off. For some reason I'd pulled out a pair of black briefs too. Mitch saw them.
"Look who's talking about showing off," he said. "Geez, I should buy you a whole drawer of those things." He crawled up and kissed me, shifting his crotch until it was over mine. He thrust his hard cock into mine. We kissed some more and rolled back and forth on the rug. I could hear the fire popping in the background.
Finally, I could stand it no more. I rolled Mitch onto his back and crawled between his legs. I attacked his cock through the shorts, biting it gently. Then I used my teeth to pull the briefs down. He helped me with his hands, lifting his hips. His hard cock bounced into my face and I eased it into my mouth and began to suck, feeling his hardeness against my throat, tasting his precum. With my left hand, I fondled his balls.
After a few minutes, I came up for air and eased my body around until we were both on our sides, mouths to cocks. Mitch tore my shorts off and hungrily swallowed my cock as I took his back in my mouth. We sucked for a while longer, then I decided it was time.
Without a word, I rolled Mitch on his back again and spread his legs. I pulled a bottle of lube from under the table and squirted a little on my cock, which was already wet. I put some on my fingers and rubbed into Mitch's asshole, pushing one and then two fingers inside. He moaned a little.
I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and lowered myself until my cock was against his ass. I guided it with my hand and pushed it slowly into Mitch. He winced a little, then gasped as I entered him quickly. I felt his body on my bare cock and I savored the feeling as I began to fuck him. I looked into his eyes as I thrust my cock into his ass. I reached for his cock, but he pushed my hand away.
"Not yet," he whispered. "Please, just fuck me now, Nic. Make love to me."
I felt my cock grow even harder as I did what I'd wanted to for so very long: I was making love to someone, to the man I loved. I thrust harder, throwing my head back as I neared climax. I felt the orgasm start. It was like nothing I'd ever felt. The tingling spread througout my body. I saw nothing, felt nothing except Mitch as I tensed and began to come. My body convulsed and I cried out loudly as my cum flowed into Mitch's ass. Mitch gripped my arms and tighted his legs and ass around me. I continued to shoot. I cried out again and finally it ended.
I collapsed on top of Mitch. After a moment, I felt my cock slide out of him. I was going to owe Marissa a dry-cleaning. I crawled up and kissed Mitch again. I could feel his cock between us, still throbbing.
"Roll over," he whispered. I did. He found a pillow on the sofa and put it under my crotch, then crawled behind me and grabbed the lube. He poured some on my ass and on his cock. He used his fingers to work the lube into me. I relaxed as best as I could as I felt his cock against my hole.
"Now I'm going to make love to you, Nic," Mitch whispered. "I love you and I want to be in you tonight."
He pushed, a little clumisly, but finally entered me. He lowered himself and began to thrust. His hands found mine and our fingers laced together, gripping tightly as he made love to me. He thrust quickly, trying to find a rhythm and some traction on the rug. I stopped him.
"Let me ... " I rose on to my knees in front of the soft, gripping the edge and sticking my ass out. Mitch grabbed my hips and re-entered me. He began to thrust again. He reached around and tweaked my nipples and bit my ear. He helped me ease up so our bodies were tightly against each other. He continued to fuck.
I took his hands and held them tightly against me, thrusting my hips back toward him in a rhythm that helped him fuck harder. I glanced down and amazingly saw my cock hard again. I guided Mitch's hand toward it and he began to stroke it as he thrust into me.
Suddenly, I felt him tense up and he fucked faster and then froze. He cried out as loudly as I did and gripped me tightly as he came inside me. I began stroking my cock and managed a second orgasm just as Mitch was finishing. I came a little more onto the sofa.
MItch dropped back onto the rug and I turned around. I lowered myself onto him and kissed him, rubbing my body against his, feeling the slipperiness of the cum. We stayed entwined for a while, kissing, our legs moving slowly against each other, our arms still exploring.
"Nic, this is ... this is ... it's just more than I ever imagined," he said finally. "I can't believe I waited so long to find this."
I looked back at him and felt a blaze of emotions envelop me. "I'm glad you did," I said. "I'm glad we waited for each other."