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The Schuyler Fortune II: Elderberry 1
Blossom Taneesha Jones RN had begun to exercise upon her doctor's advice. Discussing the change they had noted in her energy levels and how nice her new smaller clothing sizes looked, Marcus and Michael looked at each other one day naked in the shower and agreed to consider an exercise program for themselves, perhaps to join a gym for exercise. Michael thought about it for a minute and agreed that would be a good idea, but where?
Exercise in the museum gym was OK, but getting crowded, so they decided to join the G Club in Manhattan, an upscale gentleman's club with an upscale gym and sauna and pool, showers, massage, exercise classes, swimming lessons, an enormous multi-monitored sports video room, plenty of eye candy and a cafeteria with healthy food. An all men's club, it was the kind of place where they could let their hair and any other body part down... or up. The fees brought in guys who had money already... not after theirs.
They joined after being invited, for a fee, and made a habit out of going daily together at 4:00 p.m. They were assigned to David, a muscular bear daddy who had been a trainer here for a few years. He weighed 180 pounds dripping wet at 6 feet tall, had bulging muscles where most people didn't know they had muscles, brown eyes, a ready smile, an average frisky cock in the shower at least, a respectable ass, and a friendly disposition. As their trainer, he assessed their capabilities, taught them how to safely use the gym's equipment, then supervised their progress one on one.
David's assistant, Ben, was a cub of barely 21 years, very trim, and hairy. Ben possessed a swimmer's build; his ass was world-class and inviting. David and Ben were exclusive partners with a fetish for public sex in the gym's showers.
Michael and Marcus were treated on a daily basis to the sight of the two slam-bang studs fucking in the four-man shower as if their lives depended on it. All of them fitted into the oversized shower. It had a padded bench seat on two opposite walls and a rain-maker shower head above.
After the first week, David suggested to Marcus that they consider swapping partners a couple times each week. Michael and Ben were more than OK with that. Marcus found that Ben loved oral sex and their signature afternoon found Marcus sitting on a shower bench, legs widespread, with Ben taking his balls into his mouth gently and then Marcus' hard cock. With Ben's tongue rasping on the backside of Marcus' cock, the hot and wet oven of Ben's mouth sucking Marcus, gagging from time to time, forcing himself to breath when he could... it usually wasn't long until Marcus spewed his load for Ben to swallow.
David and Michael quickly established a routine as well. David loved to sit on the opposite bench from Marcus and Ben and stroke himself to a raging erection, lube it with Michael's precum, and invite Michael to sit on his cock. Michael would jack David off with his anus, changing the tilt of his pelvis in a curve each time he thrust down, rubbing David's cock-head, a maneuver designed to elicit a loud "Oh fuck!" each time. David didn't have a large volume. He more than made up for it by a running commentary of verbal approval of his own ejaculation and was good at describing precisely what he felt at each stage.
Within the next year, they had more energy and had dropped a waist size and increased a chest size.
Michael and Marcus decided to go camping. Neither had prepared themselves for that activity. They had no camping skills until one of their acquaintances, an accomplished camper, invited them over to his place for lessons
Mitch, a friend from the gentlemen's club, explained that there were a lot of options for campers. Some campers take a motor home and drive it to a scenic location, then park and stay for a week or two, hiking and cycling.
Others take a backpack and hike on nature trails, putting up a tent at night, cooking outdoors and sleeping in the wilderness. Those persons trained for those hikes, because the hikes required stamina.
Other campers defined camping as anything less luxurious than the Presidential Suite at a Westin Hotel. Others, Mitch explained, set up sleeping bags in the backyard for a night of discomfort.
Michael and Marcus looked at each other and at the same time sang out, "Motor home!" and laughed. They both wanted to see the country up close.
They found a Camping World RV center in Connecticut on I-95 and visited. They wanted a large, comfortable motor home and found a long, sleek new motor home that could easily tow an open trailer with bicycles or ATVs behind. Michael asked about the total price with requested options and asked him when it would be ready.
"This is Monday," replied the salesman, "so you can pick the unit up, fueled, serviced, all systems checked out and working on Wednesday morning."
The salesman didn't say what he was thinking, "That will give us time to cash the check too."
"If you would rather have the total wired to your bank from Schuyler Financial Trust Bank in Manhattan, we can do that." said Michael.
The salesman visibly perked up, more than a little excited about his commission, and indicated that since payment was forthcoming immediately, the unit could be fueled, checked over and ready for delivery, with any necessary owner orientation finished by Tuesday afternoon at 2 p.m. the next day.
"Let's do the paperwork."
The salesman called his manager who gave him the account and routing number for the RV center's bank account. Michael picked up his cell and talked to operations at the trust, gave them the account information, and asked them to send the wire immediately.
The operations clerk at the bank verified the numbers and said he would send it in the next five minutes.
Ten minutes later, Michael told the salesman that the entire balance, two point two million dollars was in the RV center's account.
The next day, the RV center provided a quick tour, a lesson in driving the monster, as Marcus called it, and arrangements for its care and feeding were made.
Arrangements were made to house it permanently in New Jersey at the secure lot the family owned for vehicles.
He called the travel office at Schuyler Trust and asked them to schedule an `around-the-country' trip taking two months, just for the two of them with a security camper and maintenance van traveling behind.
The itinerary arrived a day later by email and the men approved the dates of departure, the usual tourist traps and the campgrounds.
The trust travel department sent a list of the items for the maids to stock in the RV, both necessary fresh and canned foods, a refrigerator full of perishable goods, pots and pans, cutlery, dishes, a medicine cabinet well-stocked with everything from aspirin and eye drops, linens, pillows, duvet, duvet covers, clocks, waterproof digital heating pad under the bottom sheet, propane, elementary tools such as screwdrivers, a hammer, hatchet, emergency Mylar heating blankets, tank treatment chemicals, soaps and detergents among a hundred other items.
Their new laptops were synchronized with their museum and work laptops by IT, loaded onto the RV and the satellite cell/internet and mobile router Wi-Fi checked. A new VPN was installed on their cell phones. Their computers, iPads and iPhone batteries were charged up and the chargers stowed away.
Weather and travel apps were downloaded to their devices. A small safe was installed into a closet floor and the combinations left for the men. Marcus withdrew one hundred thousand dollars in cash and left the money in the safe for incidental expenses along with their passports.
As Marcus and Michael showered together that night before departure they talked about how much work it took to go on vacation. Marcus grinned and said he thought it might be worth it. Michael took a few minutes to prep in the bathroom, washed up, brushed his teeth,
Then they got down to the serious business of pleasuring each other. Marcus buried his face into the hollow of Michael's neck and breathed in Michael's scent. He felt the pleasure of soft neck and shoulder skin, grasped Michael's ass cheeks and lifted him into bed.
Marcus raised Michael's legs, flexing Michael's hips for Michael to hold, then begin to rim Michael. He stiffened his tongue and began to flick it in and out of Michael's butt as Michael just about rose off the bed.
"Come inside me, man." Michael was nearly overwhelmed with sensation and eager for his partner's hard cock.
Marcus brought his lubricated rock-hard cock to Michael's entrance and gently applied pressure without force. Michael's sphincter muscle relaxed in waves to admit the large slippery glans, now leaking pre-cum in anticipation of a powerful release of semen down the line. Michael whimpered quietly as he felt an immense feeling of fullness.
My lover is inside me, he thought. "Fuck me, buddy, fuck my ass!"
He thought about the close intimacy of Marcus' cock inside of him giving him intense pleasure skin-to-skin and the thought helped propel him to a fiery ejaculation which overcame him after a few minutes.
The thought of Marcus in charge of his body and his butt pleased him.
Like most guys, he got turned on by the thought that he was freely giving away his ass to make his lover happy.
"This is your ass, Marcus...take it and use me...my ass is a safe place for your cock to play." Michael's message often repeated physically was that his ass was a safe haven for Marcus, a great place to obtain and give pleasure while working out, a great avenue in which to express and receive love.
As the pace intensified, they teased each other over certain bits and then as their muscles began to tighten and almost hurt, both reached a whirlwind, a fabulous release of tension, not to mention the thrill of the release of semen that only men know, the satisfied, sated feeling at the end which left both men exhausted and drained, ready for total rest.
It was better than a gym workout and warm shower combined. Michael felt as if he had given a piece of himself to Marcus again and liked the idea that this was a renewable resource, a gift that he knew Marcus valued.
The men lay beside each other panting, re-oxygenating their large muscle groups.
The deep rapid breaths also counteracted the effect of lactic acid built up by intense prolonged muscle activity by breathing out carbon dioxide, a respiratory cure to bring the blood pH back up a point or two toward normal.
"You know, this trip we get to some space to yell, lover."
"I agree," Michael replied, "Your ass is mine tomorrow night."
They didn't fight over driving. Marcus loved to drive and so did Michael.
They drove on a rotating two-hour schedule to a campground high in the Adirondack mountains in the warm, deep, sunlit woods and parked the long motor home after checking in at the office where a teenager at her summer job gave them a space number and a laminated card for the front dashboard window "on the right side and facing outward, please."
The laminated how to set up' card from the dealer got hauled out of the first kitchen drawer and number one on the card said to level the unit'. Marcus got the manual out and located the "level" button and Michael pushed it. They heard a slight, hydraulic whining kind of noise and the angle of the floor changed under them a little bit.
Number two on the card said to `plug in the fifty-amp cord to the campground's power supply'. They walked outside to the bay underneath with the electric symbol on it, opened it, dragged the thick black cord out of it and plugged it in to an outlet with a large, strange outlet that didn't resemble the average household socket.
Item three involved hooking up some tubes from the motor home to sewer pipes and neither of them thought they needed to do that in the late evening. They wouldn't fill up any water tanks. They had decided that Dasani bottled water would do just fine. It had the advantage of tasting the same no matter what grocery store sold it.
"If you have good tasting fresh water and a chemical-free hose hooked up to the campground water, use that in case of emergency after running it for a few minutes," the salesman had advised.
There were no neighbors that they could see on either side. They were alone together without maids, cooks, housekeepers or family close by. Security had their own accommodations nearby and a couple of guards were never far away in the van. The van was now disguised as an electric company repair vehicle located in the next block from the RV.
They hadn't checked the satellite cell service yet. Their laptops connected quickly, and they checked their messages. It was getting very dark outside. They looked up and through and between the tall, dark shadows of trees, slightly waving in a gentle breeze. Myriads of twinkling points of light high overhead, the fresh scent of fern and forest, pure brisk air, the occasional hoot of an owl...none of this in New York City, thought Marcus. Michael opened several windows for a cross-breeze leaving the screens closed to prevent insects from finding a new home in the RV.
"I saw those stars up there when I was a kid," said Michael. "I didn't know how much I missed seeing them." He hadn't seen them since being in the bright glare of the city.
Marcus had never seen them like this and almost got dizzy thinking about seeing photons that had begun their journey so many years ago.
"I'm hungry."
Marcus headed for the kitchen; he found a loaf of bread, some peanut butter and some grape jelly. Michael opened the refrigerator and removed croissants and a small tin of pate from a charcuterie in Manhattan. They found a couple of ripe pears in a bowl and a quart of ice cream with cherries and slivers of dark chocolate. They weren't hungry very long.
Michael pulled back the duvet on the king-sized bed, then they both got naked real quick facing each other and jumped into bed, pulling the lemon-yellow satin Porthault sheet, the weaved-cotton royal blue blanket and the white down-filled duvet on top over them.
Marcus drew Michael into his arms and allowed his hands to drift down to Michael's world-class bottom and draw him close. Squat thrusts were a regular part of Michael's daily workout routine in New York; these shaped his ass a little like a cute set of bubbles.
Michael drew Marcus' feet up, flexed his lover's hips and knees, and with his tongue massaged Marcus' exposed cock, balls, and his anus, finishing with aggressive stiff-tongued penetration through Marcus' anal sphincter.
Marcus, writhing with pleasure and loudly expressing his feelings urged his partner on and finally begged Michael "fuck me, man...need you inside me."
Michael found the gel and applied plenty to his lover and to his own hard cock then gently pressed the tip of his cock to his lover. With continuing touch and a near-pulsating relaxation of the muscular lips there, increasing over a minute or two, Marcus' ass opened. Michael's thick, long cock glided into Marcus until his balls met soft, warm resistance.
Marcus felt no pain, just fullness, a thrill of excitement at his impending orgasm.
He knew which angles would rub up against Marcus' prostate gland. Michael varied the tempo of his thrusts paying attention to brief rests from thrusting to allow Marcus to adjust and concentrate on feeling the delicious fullness.
Both men grew more excited. Michael was the first to feel his balls begin to tighten and lift and felt the familiar sensation of impending ejaculation then the wonderful pleasure, automatic at this point, of semen travelling deep in his pelvis and a wonderful contraction peak deep inside. He felt Marcus' internal contractions around his cock, knew that Marcus was cumming and Michael blew inside of his lover. Marcus' semen jetted on to Michael's chest in great spurts of creamy white jizz.
Michael collapsed onto Marcus for a few moments, kissing his lover and nuzzling his neck, inhaling the deep sweaty fragrance of Michael. He sighed and after pulling out, carefully rolled over next to his lover. After a few moments, he got up and soaked a washcloth in warm water, brought the washcloth and a towel to the bed, pulled back the covers and enjoyed giving Marcus a bed bath. He dried his lover, rinsed himself and joined Marcus back in bed.
"You're my center, Marcus," Michael said, "and I love you, all of your amazing self, your world-class cock and ass and I will for the rest of my life. You make me happy and complete. I am so glad you let me eat with you that day at Grinnell."
Marcus lay quietly with a tender asshole, sated, exhausted, happy.
"Michael, my man," he said, "I deserve you. You're really lucky you got me instead of some skinny white boy. Let's get some shut-eye."
For that he got his butt slapped. Twice. Playfully.
Marcus had opened each of the bedroom windows a crack more and they could feel a river of cool air flowing in against their faces, pure, without exhaust and hear the gurgling flow of a stream a few yards away. They heard no sirens. They heard no traffic. They heard no machinery noise. It was stone quiet; the day had been long and tiring and they slept.
At oh-dark-hundred hours, Michael awoke, warm, spooned against Marcus behind him. Michael, working quietly, slid down under the covers and took Marcus into his warm mouth, gently waking his partner. Marcus seemed interested and before long Michael was impaled, seated over his reclining lover, on a velvety, hard, enormous cock that filled Michael who then leaned over and kissed his lover.
"Is that you, bud?"
"If it's somebody else, I'm taking this rig back to the shop to get the locks fixed," said Marcus."
"It feels like you in there."
"It better not feel like anybody else. By the way, what does it feel like, Michael?"
"Warm, full, wet, huge, hard, slippery, astonishingly good...and by the way, keep hitting that spot please...it drives me wild and feels amazing. Did I ever mention that I love you, Marcus?"
"I love you too, Michael."
A few minutes later Marcus went rigidly quiet, then shouted "Oh, fuck!", and unloaded his huge load into Michael. Michael hung on and buried his face into Marcus' neck.
"You smell amazing, man. Your Marcus smell and your jizz adds such an edge...OH, FUCK..." Michael unloaded a few ropes on to his husband's chest and slumped, adding his full weight for a few minutes laying on his husband's slippery chest.
"Are you OK?" Michael stretched and chuckled, "I may never move again."
The two post-coital lovers whispered in the early morning silence, cementing their bodies and feelings, bonding in sweet cum, relaxed.
Michael slid out of bed to pee then, still nude, with his gorgeous swimmer's build sporting his small, muscled bubbled ass and a fine, impressively long and thick cock. This time Marcus rinsed his husband and himself and they slept a bit before rising to make breakfast.
Breakfast was fruit again, this time canned peaches, some leftover cheese Danish and cream of wheat with chopped dates, chopped pecans and raisins.
Marcus ate his cream of wheat. He liked fireweed honey drizzled over his cereal.
The next morning brought some cleaning-up chores. The big rig had a full-sized washer and dryer that were soon in use laundering linens and underwear.
The large shower built for four people was still wet from their morning bath together when their stomachs reminded them that they were hungry again.
After breakfast dishes were washed, they saw the day was going to be hot, so they put short pants, short-sleeved shirts, and their Nikes on and hiked for an hour, taking bottled water, sandwiches and clementines in a backpack.
The trail went over a chasm with a waterfall that they watched for a half hour, eyeing the water cascade over the rock lip and spray while it fell to the pool below.
They saw couple of guys, perhaps thirty years old, muscled and naked playing in the cold pool as Michael and Marcus watched.
The idea struck at the same time as they shucked their clothes, stripped off their underwear and footgear, and joined the couple in the pool.
The other couple waved and smiled, introduced themselves as Tony and his younger friend Robert, both Philadelphia financial execs on vacation taking a break from the city. Tony, a well-muscled, tanned man with a dazzling smile and Robert, a more serious, hunk with a swimmer's build were friendly... and all over each other.
"Are you doing the camping thing?" asked Marcus.
Robert replied that they had considered tent camping but the enthusiasm for that had to be generated making the vacation more work than fun, so they had decided to rent an RV. Tony told them skinny-dipping had turned out to be a major turn-on for them.
Tony looked at Robert and some silent communication went on, then Robert invited Michael and Marcus over to their RV for an evening libation, lemonade "or stronger" at 8 pm. Michael looked at Marcus and apparently a "yes" was seen in Marcus' face, so Michael accepted and asked what the attire would be.
Tony laughed and said a bathing suit and thongs until they entered the front door of their RV at least! Michael and Marcus excused themselves and left. They sat along the trail, hiked some more, laid on the shady grass, kissed for a while, slept five minutes, wakened, then hiked a bit farther on after drinking some water.
They just ambled along, not in a rush. Marcus had never been in the country before and the variety of plants and trees and flowers astounded him. Michael watched his husband, happy as a clam. He suddenly wondered why they hadn't done this before now.
Michael realized that this was their first shared vacation without art and gems and money, just the two of them in nature, relaxing.
He guessed there were people who knew this feeling all the time, who balanced their lives with nature from the beginning and he started to understand the value of balance.
They returned to their motor home, made out, napped for a while in the hot late afternoon under an awning in the warm wind and awakened hungry at 7 pm.
Marcus made supper: small boiled potatoes with thickened egg gravy, roasted, cubed beets with lemon juice, two percent small curd cottage cheese and an acorn squash.
The squash was microwaved on high for eight minutes on a turntable after cutting them in half stem to tip end, seeds removed, brown sugar and butter placed in the squash and the two halves placed in a four-hundred-degree oven in a Corning glass casserole pan with an inch of water at the bottom of the pan until the whole thickness was fork-tender, sometimes as long as an hour or more.
He had learned to make egg gravy from his mother. She took two fresh eggs and scrambled them in a half cube of butter. She kept scrambling them in an iron skillet, then using the back of a fork, she mashed them into tiny bits, continuing to cook and mash until the egg bits were tiny.
She then added up to a cube of butter, several tablespoons at a time to keep a hot egg and butter slurry present and brought the mixture to a boil slowly.
When the mixture began to boil in the frying pan and when the small egg particles were beginning to brown, she turned the heat down and added 2-4 tablespoons of flour to coat the egg particles already coated with butter, then added fresh whole milk, about 2-3 cups and slowly brought the gravy to a simmer for a few minutes and seasoned it to taste with salt and white pepper. The varied amounts of flour and milk determined how thick the gravy was and it always thickened as it cooled some.
The bathing suits went on at 7:45 pm with leather loafers. Space twenty-two was a few blocks away and sure enough, Tony and Robert wore speedos inside their RV and invited their guests to get naked which they proceeded to do without delay.
When asked for what they were thirsty, Marcus chose lemonade and Michael a glass of chilled white wine. A tour of the RV showed it to be roomy and luxurious. The best part according to Michael was a huge shower with a rain-maker shower-head and automatic temperature control.
The invitation to shower sounded good after the hot day. Robert asked if Michael and Marcus "could come over to play together."
A quad coupling was a first for Tony and Robert, so Marcus looked at Michael and raised an eyebrow ever so gently and smiled at Michael's enthusiastic response.
They explained that this was a first and probably an only but, "sure, let's play. Michael and I are HIV-negative."
Tony indicated that they were in a similar situation and both had been tested in Phillie with negative results a month ago but had still decided that if the situation arose, so to speak, they would play safe. All of the men suited up.
Michael felt another hand gently touch and stroke his cock and another pair of lips touch his; a stranger's tongue which made its way between his lips and wrestle with his, another man's mouth, then, sucking his cock.
Marcus felt another man's lubricated finger play, then a man's lips rimmed him and fucked his hole with his tongue. The four men kissed, hugged, stroked, touched, and sucked.
Tony fucked Michael gently at first while the other two watched and masturbated. With mixed feelings the other two finally turned to each other and Marcus lubed up Robert and gently rubbed his rectum and prostate with his hard probe, then faster with more energy until with balls drawn up tight, Marcus shouted his release and Robert screamed in pleasure.
Robert's shaky knees might have caused him to fall save for Marcus catching and hugging Robert back toward himself. Marcus reached in front of Robert and found his cock still as hard as a baseball bat.
Marcus and Michael then lay crosswise on the bed with their legs overlapping so that their bottoms were touching.
Robert sat on both cocks with slow intent at first then stilled as his two tops took turns fucking him from below. Marcus and Michael both spilled into Robert while Tony was eager to swallow Robert's load.
All of them thought the double penetration was interesting, even hot... but a little difficult to call intimate.
The evening had been a success in a lot of ways. Telephone numbers were exchanged and invitations to both Philadelphia and New York City as well.
After two or three days, Marcus noted the fresh vegetables, fruit, snacks and supplies of water and other perishables were getting low.
They headed in the general direction of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, buying supplies and food along with way, getting gas often enough, driving deeper into a journey away from home.
Marcus decided that it was sort of like running away from home, maybe, but for adults. They both liked it, whatever the journey was called. The freedom to turn right or left at whim, to visit what and where and when they wished and the wonderful love-making at any time of day was vastly appealing.
After that, Yellowstone, reached after the flat lands and hills of Minnesota and South Dakota, the Montana mountain miles, the entrance to the park, bison, geysers, wildlife...Yellowstone was just like living in a zoo, Marcus decided.
Then on to Mount Rainier, Michael's grandfather's favorite. They camped near Ohanapecosh, deep in wild flowers and virgin forest with trails cathedral-quiet in the summer. The men found out why Frank Schuyler had loved the place.
They parked at Carol's estate in Hillsboro near Portland, Oregon for nearly a week, eating in for a change and sleeping in a house for the same reason. They `helped' her in her massive rose gardens, although the gardeners did most of the heavy lifting and didn't need the assistance.
Carol and her family sat in the evening on the slopes of Bald Peak overlooking portions of the enormous, fertile Willamette valley with the Cascade mountains in the distance featuring five volcanoes in full-view on the clear days: Jefferson to the far south just peeking up... then snow-covered, enormous, symmetrical Mt. Hood directly ahead, Adams to the north, then St. Helens, its peak ripped off by recent eruption within the last twenty years and just to the left side of St. Helens, north in the distance, the grand dame Rainier.
Carol was delighted to have Michael and Marcus stop by and would cheerfully have kept them for months.
She introduced them to her neighbors and friends in Portland, perhaps the most progressive city in America where everyone was proud to be weird and to the wonderful restaurants, vegetarian and otherwise, in Portland. They went to Opera on Sundays at the Arlene Schnitzler concert hall.
They sang and danced at the Waterfront Fair, marched in a protest together, toured the zoo in the fir-covered hills above the City and went to hear an organ concert by the organist of Trinity Episcopal cathedral on the magnificent Rosales instrument.
They ate at the numerous downtown food carts and toured the International Rose Garden to check out the competition.
The mild sunny weather brought only a light sprinkle of rain on two days. The family hopped on the Tri-Met light rail in Beaverton and rode to the PDX airport stop, east of the Willamette river and back just for kicks and grins.
They boarded the Portland trolley and stopped at Powell's Bookstore, the largest independent bookstore in the world, a stop on the bucket list of must-see destinations for travelers from around the globe.
They stopped by the Beaverton Farmer's market and bought fresh figs and plums, yellow summer squash and zucchini, rhubarb, and huge sweet blackberries.
They found great goat cheeses at the grocery store from northern California and a great variety of craft cheeses from the Pacific Northwest.
They gorged on Tillamook ice cream, cheddar cheese, sour cream and cottage cheese; they toured a small multi-flavor ice cream store in Newberg with great cones, a Shari's restaurant there with terrific service. The wonderfully quiet Hillsboro library next to the Hillsboro airport took up nearly a whole day.
There wasn't enough time to dig deeper.
Moving on south, staying at campgrounds both green and cool along I-5, Michael and Marcus drove to Yosemite with its high granite walls and green forest, dryer, warm, great for bicycles.
Then they backtracked to Bryce Canyon in Utah, saw the Grand Canyon following hordes of migrating tourists, many seeing this country for the first time. They made a point to stop in Tucson.
Michael and Marcus were delighted to plan some time with Darren, their lover in their throuple months ago, who had been the museum administrator while going to grad school in the city. He had left for Tucson to be closer to his elderly parents in Phoenix. They had his cell number and address.
Marcus and Michael had fallen in love with Darren, sharing his bed, his love and travelling in Trois Mousquetaires around the world. Michael was aware that Marcus was Darren's alpha too and that it had helped Marcus to tame his jealousy at times.
They called ahead and invited Darren to supper if he would choose the restaurant. They arranged to meet at Los Hermanos at 7 p.m. Darren, tall, ginger, well-dressed, built all over... walked into the restaurant with confidence, a presence, and the host brought him to their table.
Michael stood up and they fell into a tight hug. Darren reached over to Marcus and hugged him too.
After a fine meal, Darren invited them to his condo to swim and stay the night. They accepted gladly as the alcohol consumed by Michael and Darren had been sufficient to delay driving anywhere very far or at all.
The RV was watched over by security in any event, so Michael asked one van to follow them to the condo and the rest to make certain the RV wasn't dismantled by morning.
Darren gave them the nickel tour, announced that they had a choice of a guest room or if he got to choose, they would sleep with him in his king-sized round bed in the master bedroom after showering together. Michael was eager to swim after the hot day and said he didn't care where he slept. Marcus told Darren he would rather they all slept and played together.
Michael and Marcus had already talked about their boundaries for Darren (none really except condoms) and Michael told Darren they would `risk' the sleepover with him. He laughed and told Darren they would try to let him get some sleep too.
The swimming pool was warm and overlooked the city. The infinity pool had some great redwood furniture around. They all shucked their clothes and dived in.
Darren swam over to Marcus and said, "You know that Michael was my first lover, don't you?"
Marcus moved his cock so that it nestled behind Darren's ass underwater, grasped the side of the pool on either side of Darren with Darren facing the side of the pool overlooking Tucson and gently pushed against Darren's smooth and slippery ass-crack, his cock now hard as a rock. "We have that in common, stud."
"Darren," continued Marcus, `Michael and I love you. If you want to revisit old memories, we are both ready and you know we want to fuck you."
Michael swam over, noting his husband's close encounter with Darren, suspecting something fun was afoot.
"Hey, you two! Between the both of you, I'd guess you were hatching something up. What plot thickens here besides the obvious?"
Marcus kissed Michael, then Darren and showed him what was thickening. Darren reached down and stroked Michael and Marcus gently. After their shower, the men toweled each other dry. On a comfortable poolside lounger, Michael kneeled in front of Darren and took his cock into his mouth.
Darren's cock, hard again, pointed the way to Darren's bed where the men began to play. Michael began to suck Marcus's thick cock. Darren suited up and applied lubricant to Michael's ass. Darren took his cut cock head and gently, slowly applied pressure to Michael whose hole relaxed and Darren gently sank to the hilt, his balls caressing Michael's butt.
After a moment or two, Darren began to fuck in earnest carefully watching Michael's reactions for signs of discomfort or pain.
Marcus thrust his chin up and watched, nearly overwhelmed by the combination of the visual stimulus of seeing his husband fucked and the physical sensation of heat, warmth, and wetness on his cock from his lover's mouth.
Marcus and Darren leaned over Michael far enough to tenderly kiss each other with the passion that only one shared thought can bring: "We both love this guy and we're going to share him and each other. Isn't this fun?"
After Marcus and Darren shot their loads within a short time of each other, Darren turned Michael over on his stomach and mounted him, taking Michael's cock into his rectum, riding him like a lucky cowboy with Marcus kissing Michael and then Darren until Michael climaxed with a full-throated yell.
They slept well.
After a shower the next morning and coffee, the three friends in their briefs hung out in the warm kitchen, talking about their lives and loves.
"I've missed you, Darren." Michael picked up a piece of toast. "Got to say this has been super for me to re-connect after all these months. How about you, Marcus?"
Marcus agreed that he loved playing with Michael and Darren.
"This sharing just gets better with practice."
Michael invited Darren back to the Museum and offered him access anytime to their private jets and a temporary and/or permanent home away from home at the museum.
"Darren," he said, "the digs are still rent free. You get that you need to play with us both from time to time, right? You could do some teaching in the City, ya know. You don't have to leave Tucson since your family is close here, but we sure would like to have you in New York when you can spare the time. Perhaps one day in the future after your parents don't need close supervision you will come live with us. We both love ya, you know."
Darren laughed a little. "I can't see a downside here. Michael. The thought of playing with you two every day is still enough to make me come in my shorts. What happens if I find my `own' man in a few years? Am I still welcome in New York?"
"You will always have a suite at the museum no matter what comes up," Michael promised. "If the chemistry is right for us all, who knows what the future will bring."
Marcus played with Darren after breakfast on the carpet by the couch, gently smeared his pre-cum on Darren's anus and inserted his cock deep to its root...not thrusting, just leaving it in place for Darren to enjoy and squeeze.
It was a reminder for Darren that Marcus stilled owned his ass, that his alpha still was the boss and loved him, still willing to share Michael with Darren since Michael had chosen them both. It was a circle that turned both of them inside out.
Darren played with his cock for a few minutes, kissed him deeply, running his hands over Marcus' cute ass. Neither chose to ejaculate.
"Come to New York please!" Michael, seconding the motion, kissed Darren again with his hands cupping his bubble butt, grinding his own cock against Darren.
They left Tucson excited about another glimpse into gay poly loving between men.
"There's plenty of love to go around," Marcus offered.
"Having said that, I'm not looking for more new partners for us at the moment and at the same time, the thought of Darren joining our family again is really cool."
"I have to say once more, Michael, you really have great taste in men."
Michael laughed and kissed his husband.
Cocooned in their motor home for some days driving east, the men became a little restless going into Texas.
They were aware that the security van a mile or more behind was monitoring their progress and safety from rented, large camera-equipped drones very high overhead, impossible to see or hear. They were not aware that Carol had called her congresswoman to arrange satellite tracking of the RV with a live-feed to the security van. A generous campaign donation helped move the arrangements along.
The one scary incident on the trip happened just an hour east of San Antonio at a truck stop where they had stopped to refuel. A dark-haired, unkempt, unshaven man with one lazy eye had watched them drive in and start to refuel. Marcus was inside.
The RV door was open, and the screen door closed. The man came up to Michael, poked a knife in his ribs and asked him to step inside the motor home ahead of him.
Marcus saw them approach through the window and pressed a button on the counter which security had made them take along.
Three tiny drone-wasps on a high counter disengaged from the Velcro pad they had been sitting on and flew to three separate spots in the motor home. Two of them sent wireless data, audio and video signals which sounded alarms at the security van; all three had `stingers'.
When Michael and the man entered, Michael looked at Marcus who winked. Michael looked relieved and suddenly dropped to the floor.
The man looked at Marcus, frowned and swatted at a wasp in front of him and then swatted at a wasp on his neck, but it was too late and a few seconds later the man fell to the floor, unconscious.
The security van drove up between the truck stop and the van; two men jumped out and into the motor home, scooped up the man and put him in the security van and drove away.
Michael jumped up and brushed himself off, then hugged Marcus and said, "Those little wasp-drones work pretty well, I think."
He opened the second kitchen drawer, opened a little box and removed three more little wasps, placed them on the strip of Velcro and touched a wing twice on each, noted a tiny flash of light from all three and smiled.
On they drove to Pensacola for a few days to wander the Gulf beaches. Florida didn't call their name particularly on this trip, so they wandered the Outer Banks off North Carolina and finished their travel back at their private New Jersey vehicle storage unit. From there a Schuyler helicopter took them to the museum.
An RV service company cleaned out their RV, locked it, secured it in a very secure large indoor storage unit, video monitored by Schuyler security, just like the three jets and all of the helicopters at Teterboro.
The family was delighted to see them back. Darren flew in a few weeks later and moved some clothes and books into a suite. He told them that getting a license to teach in New York was a task he wasn't quite ready to tackle along with his family responsibilities. His parents still required some attention and supervision of caregivers which cost money and took an emotional toll
Their first night in the museum after the tour and supper was spent in Michael and Marcus' suite and by morning they were exhausted and very happy. Darren's ass was tender, and he walked with a slight hitch the next day. Both Michael and Marcus were thrilled at the sudden renewed variety in their sex life and loved expanding their number of close friends.
In later years, Michael was to remember that these were his happiest days.
Four months later, Marcus sat in the back seat of his limousine making progress up Fifth Avenue toward home, reading his Wall Street Journal and soaking up statistics and reports. He never had time to assess the last ten seconds of his life.
He may have heard the siren or not, he may have heard the exclamation of his driver and security person, but it is probable that he did not live to feel the giant crushing injury to his entire body from the speeding Brinks truck that had been hijacked a quarter mile east and followed by two NYPD cruisers at very high speeds, then driven into the intersection at Fifth Avenue, crushing the back portion of a limousine traveling north, just a few blocks south of Central Park.
Michael, relaxing in the museum's theater, was finishing a bag of popcorn when they received a call from security.
"Trouble, Michael."
"Marcus has been in a serious auto accident just south of here. The news isn't good. Some stolen truck crushed the back of his limousine."
"The cops are reporting no survivors on the radio calls that we can hear. We are talking to the Police Commissioner at the moment."
"Oh God...Noooooo!" The frantic denial was forced out of his lungs in one terrifying shriek of agony.
Michael fell to his knees. "I can't believe this. This can't happen..." Then he remembered Blossom and John and the rest of the family and his duty to them now...
He got up and staggered to a chair. He punched an emergency intercom button. Darren turned pale and stayed still. Eric and Loren came running to the theater.
"We'd better go to Blossom," he said. "Guys, I need to speak with Marcus' mother for a few minutes. I'll meet you there in a second, OK?"
The twins met him, and they came down the hall from his suite and they knocked on Blossom's door. She answered quietly.
Security had called her, and the knock had lifted her from her knees in prayer for her son-in-law, herself, her family, for others in similar pain and for strength to be a good example even in mourning.
Blossom reached out to Michael and her grandsons, standing in front of her with tears in their eyes and enfolded them in her arms.
She looked at them, one at a time and told them she was sorry they had lost Marcus.
"The Lord gives, and the Lord does indeed take away," she said quietly and with calm, "Blessed be the name of the Lord."
They prayed together for a few minutes for strength and courage for their grief. She called her youngest son, John who arrived a few minutes later.
"I've been in bad traffic, mom, "John explained, "I came as soon as I could."
"The hospital says they will identify Marcus from his dental records and fingerprints and will find his DNA record as well. They recommended we not go down to the hospital as there is little recognizable and said the trauma to us would be greater if we came there now."
"No," said Blossom, "I'm a nurse and have seen a lot. I will see my boy before he is lost to me on this earth and I will see him now. Stand aside please." They stood aside, and a limousine took them all to the hospital where she alone viewed what was left of her oldest son.
She emerged after a few minutes; standing straight, dignified and told her other son and grandsons "I know that my Redeemer lives."
Blossom took to her bed for two days. She then emerged from her suite and resumed her activities as usual. She looked ten years older.