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June gloom continued for weeks and weeks. Today, July 4, is the worst day so far. The heavy clouds obscure the sun so that it feels like dusk, and the high winds and choppy waves make surfing almost impossible. Nevertheless, surfers are the most optimistic folks on earth, so we are all gathered at the beach hoping to get in one good ride. Zeke said, "Hey, Aaron. We've been here since six this morning. Nothing is getting any better and I am starving. Let's call it a day and o get a sandwich" "Sounds great, Zeke, but with all this gear and our surfboards, we can't go to a good restaurant. Let's go to my apartment and I will fix lunch there." The two twenty-somethings packed up their cars and Zeke followed Aaron to his place., which was a ten minute drive and in the marina's most luxurious apartments. "Here we are; I'll get us a beer and fix lunch. Do you have any food allergies? How about food preferences; I will see what I have." "Mind if I look around? You seem to have a gorgeous place here. The views are marvelous." "Do ahead. I am fixing something quick and we can shower after we eat." It took longer than Zeke expected, but Aaron wanted to make a good impression. It seemed to Zeke that it would take a search party to find anything in the enormous pantry, much less the restaurant type freezer-refrigerator, but eventually the meal was ready and the two men decided to eat in the dining room since the weather outside was too cold to think of eating on the deck. Seated, Zeke exclaimed, " Holy cow, AAron. Oysters Rockefeller. I haven't even seen those since I was a teenager; my parents let me have one at a restaurant we were in to celebrate their anniversary. They told me they were very expensive and I was lucky to have even one.' "Restaurants do charge a premium because the oysters are difficult to keep fresh, but I always think, 'What good is my money if I can't treat myself and my friends? I can whip more if you want them." AAron took a surreptitious lingering look at his guest, feeling something different he had never experienced before, but not sure what it was. In any case, he was ashamed of sort of bragging. He could not help his success and wealth, but he did not have to flaunt it. Zeke, on the other hand, was too enchanted to suspect that Aaron was being boastful. He was just afraid that he might seem stupid with so little to talk about. He also blushed a little when Aaron looked over and into Zeke's eyes when he hoped Zeke wasn't looking. Now, both men were feeling something new and strange stirring their emotions. Aaron tried to hide his discomfort. "Excuse me while I go get the main course." "You mean that wasn't the main course? It was so rich and filling." ":Sorry to burst your bubble, but I will just have to force you to eat the main course. If you clean up your plate, you'll get your Bananas Foster." Spellbound, Zeke said nothing, but figured that Aaron probably didn't have friends over very often, so he was practicing his chefery. Aaron returned with New York Steak sandwiches. Zeke looked up at Aaron, stunned, keeping eye contact long enough for that strange feeling to return. The feeling also hit Aaron who could not tear his eyes away from Zeke's. Both men ate small portions, a bit too emotional to want much. Zeke searched for something else to say after complimenting the sandwiches he had barely nibbled.
Both men must have felt the same because when too much silence filled the room, they both spoke at once until Aaron insisted that Zeke speak first. "Besides food and surfing, what are some of your other interests?" "Well, if you look around, you can see that I like original art and photography." "Yes. I believe I saw a Picassos and maybe a Van Gogh," "I thought it was a Van Gogh, too, but it was a knock off. Lesson learned. There are actually two Picassos, both genuine. Many people don't realize Picasso also was a glass sculptor.He made that glasswork while I visited his villa. You probably don't recognize that one of them, the sculpture is supposed to be me!" "All of the photos are orriginals by a photographer with an enormous following and prices to match." Again this time, holding Aaarons eyes unabashedly, Zeke replied, " I noticed that all of the photos are of men. I am embarrassed to admit, some of them seemed to send a slight erotic thrill through me." "I used to get the same thrill until I had them around for a long time. I don't know why, but I do specialize in male photography. One of those photos, you can't probably guess which one is by Mappelthorpe. The rest were made by one of his students who was also his lover." Zeke began to wonder if Aaron was trying to hint at something or perhaps seduce him, but Aaron was so straight acting, he quickly dismissed that entire idea. That strange feeling, however, he could not fight off. "I still don't know much about you, Zeke. Besides surfing, what are your interests?" "Between work and surfing, I don't get much time for anything else. I love reading, hate tv commercials, love classical music and poetry, and like to travel but seldom can." "Let's go to the living room and have dessert later," Aaron suggested. The two men stood up to go, standing very close to one another. Once again, they locked eyes allowing that strange but exciting feeling course through them. Zeke sat on the love seat, expecting Aaron to take the overstuffed chair, but Aaron nestled in next to Zeke. When he sat down, it seemed to send a bolt of electricity through both men. "I'll put on some classical music since we both love it. Aaron reached for a remote control, selecting Bolero and Love Theme from Romeo and Juliet. Still gazing into Zeke's eyes, Aaron asked, "With those gorgeous chestnut eyes and marvelous body, you must have a lot of girlfriends." Unprepared for the question, Zeke flinched and broke eye contact. Never had a girlfriend, but you are better looking than I am, "how many have you had?" Aaron, body language was the same as Zeke's at the surprise question, but he reacted by taking a chance by moving in still closed to Zeke, holding his eyes in the way only lovers understand, and hazarding a kiss. Zeke responded passionately with a deep and long french kiss. The pair needed no other motivation and were on the floor stripping each other immediately. Both were already boned up and dripping copiously, As if they did it all the time, they adopted the 69 position and feasted on each other's cocks, impervious to the passage of time, but it was not long before one, then the other flooded each other's mouths. Bananas Foster came next.