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We took turns showering.

I put lotion on my glowing butthole and high-fived him as he came in.  Drying my hair in the front room, I could hear Uncle Tom singing into the steaming spray.  The clock in the hall cuckooed ten times and the October wind shivered around the corners of the cabin.  Wrapping the terrycloth around my waist, I stoked the wood- stove and smiled over how my ass felt like it still had something like a baby’s arm shoved up inside.

Uncle Tom has a very deep voice.  He also has pretty lame musical taste.  If he isn’t whistling stuff from the fifties, he’s singing songs from groups that are way, way gone.  “I’m gonna lay you down in a bed of roses,” I heard him through the door, “for tonight I sleep on a bed of nails…..I’m gonna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is…..”  The brass lamp with the green shade reminded me of his eyes.  The log walls with native woven rugs on them reminded me of his warmth.  And the old sofa with its beat-up cushions reminded me of……..

“Hey, bubba.”  He was standing in the doorway, his head nearly touching the top of the arch.

“Hey, Hercules.”  His black hair was slicked back, but that wayward curl still hung over his tanned brow.  “Where’d you get those from? —the very back of the drawer?”

He looked down at his frayed undershirt and jockeys.  “I dunno.  We need to do a laundry tomorrow.  Aren’t you cold?”

I wrapped my towel a little more snuggly and shrugged.  “It’s warm in here.  The wind’s sure picking up, though, huh?”

He tilted his head, listening to the branch knocking on the front window.  “We’ve gotta bring in more wood before we hit the sack.”  He headed for the kitchen.  “C’mon, Billy, we should finish the dishes.”

I smiled at how his wifebeater couldn’t seem to cover his physique.  It was thread-bare in places, his muscles nearly ripping through.  His giant shoulders made the straps look ready to snap.  And the seat of his jockeys sported a few holes, unable to hold his soccer ball cheeks inside.

I loved how he never seemed aware of his own body.  I’d spend so much time looking in the mirror, trying to get my curly hair to behave, while he’d barely look at himself.  He hated shaving–bothering only about twice a week–and threw on anything that appeared first in the closet.

At the doorway I watched how his shoulders tapered down to a waist so small, his ass literally bounced out from his hips.  His frayed shorts were stretched so thin, I could view the dark, furry crease, mysterious and begging to be explored.  Below were hairy thighs so big, they flexed even when he was relaxed.

I watched his triceps and biceps bulge as he squeezed some dish soap into the sink.

“Tell me how you are, Billy,” he said, handing me the dish towel.

I could feel his freshly showered body radiating heat over my naked torso.  I almost dropped a plate while looking at his hunky ass.  I’d never really seen him walking around in underwear before. 

“Well, let me see,” I said.  “My rear feels a little ‘broken in’”, I admitted.  “And, you know….”, I hesitated a bit.  “…. I feel a little….”

He paused.  “….a little….?”  He was looking down sideways at me with raised brows.

“…. you know,” I shrugged and smirked.  “Horny.”

His eyebrows shot up, a half-smile playing on his dimpled mouth.  “Horny?” he queried me. “You’re really still horny?” 

He watched me shrug and shyly nod, looking down at my feet.

“Aren’t you even a little bit tired?”  He watched me then staring at his big round muscular butt.

“Me?…..Tired?” I crunched my abs and flexed my pecs, then gave him a devilish smirk, “Can’t you remember being eighteen?”

He stopped washing the cutlery and turned, his eyebrows furrowing.  “Shit.  How old do you think I even am, dude?”

I burst out laughing.  “Dude?” I laughed more and pointed.  “Excuse me, Uncle Tom—but did you just call me ‘dude‘?!”

I wasn’t prepared for how quickly he turned on me, reaching for my towel. 

I danced away but not before his hand grabbed it free.  “You little shit…. trying to make me feel old?”  He nodded at my naked crotch.  “Looks like I’m young enough to give you a big fat hardon—huh, dude?” He snapped my towel at me.

I laughed, watching his green eyes hunger over my sexy bushed ramrod cock and bouncing balls —staring as everything jumped and twitched, boy balls slapping.  I snapped the dish towel in his direction.  But he kept moving menacingly closer, backing me into the front room.

I was laughing and darting around the sofa–watching his muscles flex and dance–watching his jockeys heavily sway as he stalked me.  It was like being chased by a big turned-on linebacker.

“C’mere boy…. take your punishment.”

I waited until he was between the sofa and the wall, then darted in front and shoved the whole thing back, pinning him.  Then I leapt onto the cushions and grabbed his shirt in both hands.  A second before his huge arms stopped me, I tore the whole front of it open.

A look of surprise crossed his rugged face as we both watched those furry tits bust out.

“Why, you little fucker,” he muttered.  “You think your little rearend hurts now?”  He almost tossed the sofa aside, climbing right over it, heading my way.  “You’re in for a spanking you’ll never forget!”

I threw my arms out trying to stop his advance, my spasmed laughter breathy, my eyes drinking in his tattered wifebeater, his mountainous pecs and fat nipples staring at me.  I could see the skin of his giant balls peeping through one of the holes in his ancient Fruit-of-the-Looms.  His thighs flexed mightily and a thrilling, fearful excitement grabbed my heart. 

“I–I didn’t mean it…”  I laughingly protested.  “Honest!”  He kept coming towards me.  “Uncle Tom!–” I laughed and yelled, and saw myself getting backed into the corner, my stiff boycock tossing around.

His fierce, menacing look couldn’t hide the fact that he was staring right at my shit.  And even as he backed me further into the log-walled corner, his own mantool began swelling in response.  I could see the expanding head pushing against the frayed cotton.

I knew then that this was all a big show.  I knew then that I was turning him on…. turning him on bigtime.  It brought new laughter to my lips.

“You better apologize pretty damn quick, Mr. Dude.”

I got caught in a fit of bent over giggling, which managed to force a crooked smile over his wide, sexy lips.

“Well?!“

The longer he had to wait for me, the bigger and stiffer his frayed pouch was getting.

“I-I’m sorry!” I burst out laughing.  “Honest!  I didn’t mean it!”, I tried to stop laughing but couldn’t.

“You call that an apology?”  He spread both arms out wide, anchoring them on the walls. 

I was now so far into the corner, my bare ass was brushing the logs.

I stared into his twinkling green eyes.  He was trying like hell to keep his faked upset going.

 “I think, um, I think I’d rather be punished, sir,” I reached up to tweak one of his stiff tits.

 Before I knew it, I was suddenly being lifted right off my feet and up over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

“Hey!”  My arms were grabbing his huge lats for dear life, my hard cock digging into his hairy armpit.

The next thing I knew, we were back in the kitchen, and I was suddenly back on my feet. 

Uncle Tom tossed me the dish towel.

“What the hell…?”

He turned back toward the sink.  “You want punishment?”  He hummed along to some dumb country tune on the radio.  He nodded at the towel.  “Finish drying the damn dishes, punk.”

I stood there, towel in hand–so horny my balls ached—naked and hard-cocked, pouting as he handed me a dripping bowl.  This wasn’t the punishment I had in mind.

“You actually like that music?”, I muttered.  “Garth Brooks sucks so bad.”

“Better than your lame Swifty shit.”

I watched him begin whistling and moving to the beat.

Being so friggin’ tall, he was bent over the sink, his tight, hard, furry soccerball cheeks tossing around—tossing right out at me—right before my ogling eyes.

Damn!  There was a frayed spot dead center where I knew his segmented, fur-ringed cherry had to be.  The thin cotton did nothing to hide the mystery of those dancing globes, frictioning against each other, his deeply cleft, furry crack rubbing and hiding the only thing in the whole world I wanted in that moment!  And that maddening little tear almost–but not quite–let me view his tender, clenched manpussy.  And all of it—all of that jockey-hiding, hard beachball butt—was swinging about to Garth like a great big gift-wrapped present.

My bigboycock began spewing fuckjuice while my bigboyballs ached from dammed-up cum.

And then….then I saw him kind of glancing back at my cock, as though he was checking to see if his ass action was having an effect.

Hell.  That’s when I knew it was all just a big act, a way of getting me all hot and turned on and frustrated.

I dropped the dish towel.

I started humming along to the dumb song myself, moving to the beat. 

Uncle Tom stopped washing the dishes and watched me from the corner of his eye.

My eight inches twitched and brushed his frayed jockeys in time to the music.  Thrills rode up my shaft to feel my dick connect with his hot, hunky ass, separated by only the thinnest cotton.

Then I heard him expel air and even give out a little sound—not a moan exactly, but not far from it.

“Oh my God”, I rode my naked dick up his cotton-covered divide.  “Don’t punish me anymore, ok?”  I ran my hands up his muscular sides, my throbbing cock shuddering at the thrills.

Without saying a word, Uncle Tom brought his big, wet, dishwater hands around behind him.

I backed away and then stared bug-eyed as he suddenly hooked his first fingers into that tiny hole and tore the whole seat of those jockeys wide open.

I fell to my knees, needing to see it, needing to have it.  Uncle Tom leaned further over the sink, his muscular globes splitting.  Even so, his cleft was so tight, it took both my hands to pry it apart.

“Oh, man…oh, God,” I moaned, spying his dusky rose oval.  He squeezed it for me, then let the segmented lens open up.  Whisps of male hair ringed the sweet thing, making me dive right inside.

His muscular cheeks snapped back, trapping my whole face between those steamy, furry soccerball cheeks.  My tongue went wild, licking all over, trying to get inside.  I tasted talcum powder and sandalwood soap until finally I licked my way through to the flavor of freshly- showered Uncle Tom.  It was hot and male and something I suddenly knew I craved so much, my hard cock thumped on the kitchen floor, demanding it have its way.

My hands grabbed at those twin swells, so muscular they didn’t give at all.

 Finally in frustration, I just tore those jockeys clean off him, my face still snuffling inside his hairy crease.

I smacked his hard ass, drilling my tongue right inside his virgin twat. 

“Ahhhhhhh” I heard him moan.

The next thing I knew, I was shoved backwards onto the floor, looking up at a blur of male, hairy balls and towering meat.  His cockhead was leaking on my tits, his thick bush still damp from his shower.  His gigantic thighs quivered, and up between them I could still spy his mysterious, male taint.

When I finally managed to tear my eyes away from the sight, I looked up further, into his eyes. 

He had a look on his face I’d never seen before. 

He looked slightly unnerved, as though coping with forces he didn’t understand.  Without speaking, he strode into the front room, mancock lancing ahead.

When I scrambled to my feet and walked in, I couldn’t seem to find him.

“Over here,” I heard his voice all deep and husky and quiet.

In the furthest corner of the room–behind the woodstove– is a big, old, upholstered armchair, one neither of us ever sits in.  And he was kneeling on the arms of it, his back to me, watching me from over his right shoulder.

Spread wide was his hot, furry, so-male sexy globes.

It all silently called out, making me stop and shudder, my cock suddenly spurting all over the rug, flexing in heat at the lewd display.

“Make love to me, Billy,” he said, staring into my stunned face.  “Make love to my big hot ass.”

I trembled, my cock bucking about.

“Come on, baby,” he said.  “Fair’s fair.  I broke yours.”

I felt my heart almost explode from the love suddenly swelling it.  I swooned at the sight of his puckered cunt.

My cock moved forward, then knocked on his hot virgin door.

“Billy?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Make it wet for me baby, huh?  Get me ready, ok?”

Reverently and without a word I crouched down before his spread virgin hole.  He was leaning over the back of the chair, knees firmly anchored on both of its arms.  Below his split butt, his dark balls hung like avocados, while his enormous cock flexed upwards, the head rubbing into the upholstery.  I reached in to play with his hairy peaches and heard a moan.

Still fondling, I leaned in and French-kissed his hot, sweet cunt.  Uncle Tom breathed out a stream of air as I licked and kissed and licked and chewed and played with his huge balls.  Hell, I slobbered and snuffled and rutted, snorting into his ass, my tongue wet and hot.

Rolling onto my back, I scooted my head up over the cushion, and under his hairy nuts, mouthing and basting each jewel in turn.  His physique shivered when I leaned up and licked the base of his pulsing monster.  Bringing my hand inside, I levered the whole wet thing down to my cockloving lips and basted the head with a flood of warm spit.  He moaned and trembled, calling my name.  I couldn’t stop…. couldn’t stop sucking the big, juicy helmet, my mouth unable to reach it all.

“Billy, I need it now,” I heard him whisper down.  “I need your love.”

I let it out with a loud pop, the urgency in his voice so wildly exotic, so utterly not like him my cock spasmed and nearly shot.  I once again stood before his needy ass, wet and gleaming with spit.  I brought my palms in to fondle each globe, my cockhead skimming the surface of his coral-pink pussy.

I stared at his incredible back, at the two dimples just above his heat-radiating globes.  I stared at the tiny hairs rivering down his slice and ringing his winking oval.  “…. a-are you sure?”, I whispered.

He groaned then, the sound lewd and primal.

“Fuck me,” he groaned louder, his voice bouncing off the walls.  “Fuck your Uncle Tom, Billy!”

A shaky, thrilling hunger seized my dick, my hand bending its stiffness down to find dead center.

Not knowing what the hell I was doing, my hips suddenly just lunged forward, plowing my overheated bulb clean inside.

“UHHHHHHHhhhhhh,” we moaned together.

“Jesus God!”, he grunted.  “Don’t move!

JUST…….

stay…..

there!”

I couldn’t speak–could only seem to nod my head mutely–my rockhard cock so surrounded by interior muscle, I couldn’t budge it, much less try pushing through any further.  It was so tight; I felt my pulse beating against his vice-clamping hole.

Whole minutes seemed to go by, the radio playing Patsy Cline or something, the bare branch still tapping against the window, the autumn night wind still whining around the eaves.

I ran my hands up his sides, feeling his narrow waist fan out into his spread, cobra lats.  I searched around his torso to massage and fondle his hairy tits and lust-stiff nipples.

“Okay…okay…now SLOW, ok?”

I nodded again—my hands immediately returning to anchor themselves on either side of his narrow waist—my hips finally obeying my will.  They fed his ass another inch or two, knowing all too well the time it takes for the sphincter to relax and stretch.

“Yeah….like that,” he breathed out.  “…. just like that.”

I couldn’t believe the strength–the force of will it took to penetrate his cherry.  His clamping donut resisted every inch, until finally, both of us breathing deeply, my angelhair bush scrubbed his naked cheeks.

“Ohhhhhhhh…..so damn big, man!” he said.  “How the hell did you take mine?”

I couldn’t speak.  It was like having hard cock sealed in lava.  A million tiny lips nibbled at it, the heat so intense, I thought the fucker would burst into flame. 

And then, finally, he gave me a nod.  “Fuck me, Billy.  Fuck me good.  Don’t hold back.  Fuck your Uncle Tom.”

It was like he’d just got on a young, wild colt and smacked its rump.  My hips suddenly took off, plowing his cherry cunt like an overheated piston.  My hands came down to cup each hot globe, sliding my eight-incher in and out while Uncle Tom moaned in heat and flexed his flaring back.

My bluntnosed bulb kept slamming into his ballbuzzer, bringing out groans from deep inside his guts.  “Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuckkkk!”

My ballbag swung heavily beneath my jabbing thighs, smacking his own heaving sac, all so erotically hot I whimpered, little cries mixing with his groans, both of us incoherent, lost in a universe of muscular love and pent-up need.  I thought my heart would explode from how fully he was giving himself to me.

A steamy, clutching, massaging fever built inside my nuts.  I lost all sense of where and who I was, ballbag slapping his furry ass, hands up underneath to squeeze all the hairy pecmeat I could fondle, engorged  babycock nipples between my fingers.  My thighs quivered and quaked, warning me it couldn’t, wouldn’t last.

I tried to slow down, yet couldn’t–began babbling into the room, my fingers pinching his nipples, my face hugging his rippling back.  “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-0h…..Oh shit….oh Jesus.  Uncle Tom!  Uncle Tom!”  Nerve endings frayed, my cock on fire, pre-cum sloshing his steaming hole, slogging balls slapping, licking at the base of his neck.

It was all too hot, too frenzied, too much.  Completely out of control, I had to do something, had to stop or it wasn’t going to last.  Mindlessly, not thinking, I suddenly pulled out with a loud POP, hoping to stop my cock from going off!

But it was too late.

My throbbing meat danced above his evacuated hole, cum spewing in ropes over his flexing back, my mouth opening and closing, seized with sweet and anxious agony, I quickly shoved the spewing thing back inside, my hips knifing, my jizz fountaining, his love tunnel splashed and basted.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod!”  I couldn’t stop fucking him, couldn’t stop cumming.  My body heaved and spasmed, my abs flexing.  My torso collapsed, my cock still jizzing, licking his muscles, panting, kissing, squeezing.

I felt Uncle Tom move beneath me, and I managed to free my drooling rod just in time as he climbed from the chair and stood before me.

A determined, lusty gleam filled his eyes, as he looked down at me and then at his humongous cock.  The colossal, hair-wreathed thing snorted out juice, needing release, demanding release as I fell to my knees and grabbed it, yawning my mouth open so wide, my lips nearly split open as I forced the shiny, dripping, empurpled crown inside.

I used both hands to jack the rest of it, the apricot head stuffing my mouth.  My tongue painted and frictioned the ultra-tender skin just below the flange, as my lips sucked that smooth, polished mushroomed bulb with all the drooling love I had inside. 

“Oh, my boy, my baby boy,” Uncle Tom moaned, his head tossing around.  “Cocksucking my big hungry throbber!”

My hands jacked like mad, his swaying peaches smacking my chin.

He was so huge, so male, so muscular, I tried like hell to take it all.  The most I could manage was about a third, and he was cursing and praising me and moaning, his thighs quivering, his whole physique starting to quake.

His balls rose into one giant bundle, exposing his furry taint.  Enflamed, I drove my hand up his inner thigh, shoving two fingers up behind his nuts to skewer his well-fucked twat, feeling my sex milk coat my hand.

“UUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Uncle Tom’s face contorted as his giant cock erupted–jizzing my tonsils, flooding my bulging cheeks.  I gagged and swallowed, trying not to choke, then trying not to drown.  His wild whopper bucked with tortured orgasm, jizz thundering from its flexing mouth.  I had to rise off of it–cream dripping from my chin–staring in awe as it heaved about, wracked with sweet thrills, firing more shots onto my tits, flexing and lurching and spewing until it finally lolled around before my worshipping eyes, letting one last drop spindle down into my bush.

 

 

I knew very well that he snored.

For a whole year I had heard him from behind my closed door.  Now the deep sound vibrated against my body as I snuggled into his side, his big bicep my pillow.  I buried my face in the hairy warmth of his pit, smelling my Uncle Tom, licking his velvety male skin.

Before we went to sleep, he’d taken me into the shower, lathering my whole body, not saying a word, returning to his calm, commanding presence.

Once in bed, he pulled the quilt around me, nestling my head with one huge arm while cradling my balls in the large hand of his other.

“I love you, Uncle Tom,” I whispered.

“I love you, too, dude,” he said, kissing me goodnight.

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Postscript: 

Did they live happily ever after?  You bet your ass.  They’re still there in the woods of Burnt Wood, Oregon (which actually does exist), and more in love than that first day on the porch.

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Now….I wrote ‘Uncle Tom’ about 25 years ago, around the time I came out of a straight marriage at the age of 47.  Having been abused weekly for over three years as a young man, coming out of the closet and affirming my gayness was the last thing I ever wanted to do.  I didn’t want to be anything like my abuser, including, and maybe especially, his orientation.  So, my closet was a walk-in—and not just a walk-in:  it had multiple rooms, meant to house me as a pretend straight man for the rest of my life.  Then, therapy at The Vancouver Male Survivors of Sexual Abuse Society helped me do the very thing I had dreaded, but came at enormous cost: coming out ended my marriage, barred me from custody of my child, and immediately ended my career, effectively leaving me with only the 1985 VW Camper van. 

What therapy at The Society gave me in return?  Myself.  And my truth.  And my self-worth.  And my integrity.  And even more than that, it gave me back my soul.  It gave me what I never had before, the ability to look myself in the mirror every morning and not self-critically look away, but smile.

Writing these stories, all of which are decades old, was my way of visualizing what gay life could be, might be, and yes, maybe even, should be.  Writing them was my way of erasing those sordid experiences when I was 8 thru 12.  I tried to make the sex in most of them relational—meaning more than just a way of getting one’s rocks off—an expression of love, at least in the moment, and perhaps one which could be lasting.

It helped me visualize something for myself.  Of course, the reality was far different from my fictionalized accounts. 

It wasn’t easy—and, of course, not anywhere nearly as easy as what happens to Billy and Tom.  And being middle aged didn’t help.  But after going back to school and acquiring a new career (I’m now retired), I began a relationship with a man 27 years my junior.  We’re now in our 21st year together, into our 16th year of marriage, live in a very nice house in a smallish city, in a very straight neighbourhood, with supportive neighbours, and a wonderful little dog.  All that’s missing is the white picket fence. 

Is that everyone’s experience?  I suspect, for many, far from it.  But it is my experience, meaning it does happen.  And so, yes, as destructive as child abuse is, it can be healed—or, if not exactly healed, then at least it can be meaningfully survived–and it can be addressed and it can help a person such as me find a way through the psychological/emotional weeds and build a new life based on the truth of one’s inner self.

Thank you for your supportive readership of my work and for your many likes and amazing affirmative comments.  If anyone needs to relate their own former abuse, or anything else, I am reachable at [email protected].

Posingstrap

Hi, I’m Keith, 24, slim gay and single. My friends are all straight, so I don’t get many opportunities for sex. It was late on a summer’s evening. I’d met friends for a few drinks and decided to walk home, rather than bus it. It was a clear, moonlit night, perfect for a stroll and clear my head.

The shortest way takes me through a park, where the path meanders round trees and shrubbery. I was wearing, the usual T-shirt, shorts and trainers. The easiest way to the exit I needed was to cut through the trees. I’d walked the route many times in the daylight, so instinctively knew my way. The park had a bit of a reputation for gay hook-ups, but I was too naive to worry about such things and the beers had probably reduced my wariness. 

Deep in the woods, I heard a rustle, almost immediately hands covered my mouth and eyes. Someone whispered telling me to stay quiet. I was gripped with fear and couldn’t shout anyway. I nodded my head as other hands tugged on the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down to my ankles. The hands were released from my face and my head was pulled into a kiss.

My lips were parted and a tongue explored inside. My eyes adjusted to the light and I realised I was surrounded by a group of men. The guy who’d pulled my pants down took my cock into his mouth. It would have been pointless trying to resist, so with a mixture of anxiety and excitement, I just gave into them. All the men were in various states of undress.

They all had their dicks out and were stroking their’s or somebody else’s. My erection grew till I thought I’d explode. Rough fingers ran up and down my arse crack and then pulled my cheeks apart. Next, a tongue was slobbering my bum hole, followed by a finger being inserted, causing me to thrust forward, jamming my cock into a guy’s throat.

He pulled out and pushed my head down until my head brushed his penis. I instinctively held his hips and took him into my mouth. My waist was being held as a cock pushed against my hole. With a searing pain, I was entered. After a few seconds the pain left and the guy started gently pumping, whispering how lovely and tight I was.

The bloke in front of me fucked my mouth. The fucking sped up, slamming hard into me, till he held me tight and I felt his cock pumping his sperm into me. He pulled out and the guy who’d been face fucking me took his place behind me. He unceremoniously shoved his dick in. Another guy pushed his cock into my mouth.

The fucking became more forceful and I felt hands holding me from falling. It didn’t take long for the second load of cum to flood my bowels. He pulled out and I could feel cum dripping down my leg. They moved round again, so a third cock entered me. This one seemed to stretch me more. Another man fucked my face. It must have been too much for him as he unloaded across my face. and dripped onto the ground.

The guy who was fucking me pulled me more upright as he carried on filling me deeply. This enabled a guy to suck my dick. It didn’t take long before I exploded in him. The guy behind me sent 7 or 8 jets of cum into me as I nearly collapsed. One by one, they kissed me and said how wonderful I’d been, before disappearing into the night.

I was left with a sore arse and cum running out of me. I tidied myself up a little and found a bench to sit on to recover, before finally heading home. A night I’ll never forget. I’ve had many a wank on it! I’m very tempted to see if I can get a repeat performance. xx       

Commitment Luau

We decided on the second weekend in June for the ceremony and we invited all the family. Both of us knew most of our family would not come. We had invitations made up and sent. A lovely beach on the western side of the island was where it happened because of a gorgeous sunset. We asked Brandi, Sharon, Thao, and Mike to stand as our….I don’t know, gentlemen and ladies of honor? Then I got word, my sister, Steve, and Jonathan were coming. We had to include them. That was at the first of the year, planning that.

 
I never did this before. Lose track of time because of work, but I was so close! I was preparing to put my tea-sodas out to sell in large quantities. I was working on the mix. It had to be the right amount of tea. Once I determined which tea and fruit juice and how much of each. Aunt Tessa was interested, but not about this part. Then I heard him.

“Is Eric still here?” I recognized Elias’ voice. I looked at my watch. It was after five!

“I tell him go home. He no listen. You get husband.” Aunt Tessa told him a little annoyed. “He in back. I need close!”

I walked out front. “Eli, I am so sorry.” I began as I watched Elias look over the store. He never shopped, so it had been a while since he’d been there. He looked at the Coffee Station where we brewed the coffee and tea for customers and the sitting area they could sit in which hadn’t been there before for him to see. “I got tunneled into what I’m doing. Come on, I’ll show you.” I waved him toward me.

“You did this?” Elias asked about the Coffee Station.

I nodded. “I’m having to hire some more help to run it when I’m not here.” I took his hand and led him back to the old carbonation machine. “I think I’ve got it.” I pointed to the machine. I had some cooling I had finished. “First. Do this.” I moved the bottle upside down and right side up again gently. “That gets the mix right. It is carbonated, so a fast shake will cause it to spew.” Then I gave him the tea-soda bottle. “Try this.”

Elias chuckled. “I’m the Guinea pig again?” He took a sip. His eyes grew and he held the bottle back. “Damn! That’s good!!” He drank again. “What is that? Raspberry?”

“Yes! It is!” I laughed. “Organic and fresh juice.” I pointed to the machine. “First I brew the tea and mix the juice and tea. Then I carbonate the mix! I think I’ve got it.”

He drank again. “Crisp like a soda, but not as heavy and it has the sparkle and not sugary sweet, but sweet all the same.” He looked at the bottle. “It’s your creation. How are you marketing it?”

I grinned. “I couldn’t have done it without Aunt Tessa’s connections and inventory. The Apothecary is a name most islanders know and recognize.” I shrugged. “So, the Apothecary Tea-Soda?”

Elias nodded. “Put your name first.” He kissed me. “Eric’s Apothecary Tea-Soda.”

“I worked out the raspberry, and I’ve almost gotten the cherry one. The pineapple I’m still working on…”

“Tomorrow!” Aunt Tessa came in suddenly and demanded impatiently. “Work tomorrow. Home, now!”

“Okay, okay,” I said with a chuckle. “I’m going.” I kissed her on the cheek. “Love you.”

She smiled. “Yeah, yeah, go home with husband. Have life.” She all but pushed us out the door.

Elias chuckled as he picked up the umbrella he left beside the door. It had rained all day and the day before and before. Now it was drizzling. “Let’s go get something to eat out.” He suggested and we began heading in the opposite direction of home. “To celebrate your success.” He kissed me. “You have done amazing things. I know you’ll do wonderfully.”

I loved the praise. “I hope so.” Then I grinned. “I’ve changed a lot. I still want my degree, but you will always be the top priority, then business and then school.”

“You still do want the degree.” He wanted to confirm.

“Sure. If it takes me longer, that’s okay. I really love what I’m doing now.” I said to assure him.

He nodded. “I’m glad you do.”

 
It was a few weeks later, I noticed Elias came home dragging. Like he had just enough energy to bring his bike in and slouch on the sofa.

“Eli?” I asked a little alarmed. “Are you alright?”

He smiled weakly. “I’m just tired.” He explained. “Do you mind if I skip dinner? I’m beat. I think I’ll just go to bed.”

That did alarm me, but I just nodded. “Sure. It’ll keep until tomorrow.” I knew he wasn’t feeling well, but Elias never took so much as an aspirin if he could help it.

That’s what he did. It was morning when I woke up hot. I was sweating. Then I heard labored breathing. The sound of wet congestion. I rolled over; Elias was like a furnace. I felt his forehead.

“Oh, Baby, you’re sick!” I said and ran to the bathroom.

“I’ll be okay,” Elias said weakly. “I just need to get going.”

I came back with a thermometer. “I don’t think so, open up.”

“I’m fine.”

“Open up or I’m putting the thermometer somewhere else! I’m taking your temperature!” I demanded, determined not to take no for an answer.

Even sick his eyes grew, knowing I wasn’t kidding. “Fine.” He opened his mouth and I put it under his tongue, knowing him, I waited to make sure he didn’t take it out and tell me he was fine. I noticed he was pulling the covers closer as if he were cold, and when I took the thermometer out, I knew why.

“One hundred and two,” I reported. “You are sick. I should take you to the doctor.” I pointed at him.

He shook his head. “It’s the flu. It’s been going around campus. I must have gotten it there. I’ll be fine.” He pushed the covers off.

“Keep your butt in that bed!” I said firmly pulling the covers back up and pushed him back down gently. “After you call Katherine and tell her to get someone to cover your classes.”

“I don’t want to do that!” Elias wailed.

“I don’t want you to be sick, but you are.” I countered. I picked up the phone we got by the bed and held the phone out to him. “So either you call, or I will.”

“I need to go in,” Elias complained.

“Damn it, I will call. You know I will.” I handed him the phone with more firmness, and I dialed. He began grumbling, which I ignored.

“Hello, Dr. Moody,” Elias said and I heard his sick voice, and so did Katherine. “Yes, I’m sick. I have the flu. Eric said I have a temperature of one hundred and two. He told me either I call, or he would. He even cussed.” I heard the laughter on the other end. “I know, he almost never does that. I guess he loves me or something.” He smiled. “Okay. I’ll be in touch.” He hung up.

“You guess I love you?” I smirked. “Fancy that.” I picked the phone back up and dialed. “Hey, Aunt Tessa. Elias has a bad case of the flu. I’m staying with him. Besides, I’ll get it next, and I can’t risk spreading flu there.” Then she asked me what his symptoms were exactly and told me she’d be right over. I hung up. “Aunt Tessa to the rescue.”

Elias nodded and rolled over again. Aunt Tessa rode a small motor scooter when she had to go somewhere, and it wasn’t long before I heard the putt of her engine. I opened the door.

“You and Elias take this.” She held up a gallon jug of clear liquid and a paper bag. “In here is jar of powder. You boil this.” She held up the jug. “Mix powder in it. It kind of bitter, so I brought cinnamon and sugar or honey, which I also supplied, you add butter or milk if you like. Make Elias drink one fast as he can, then another slowly. The powder is good medicine. Make him sweat out fever and flu. You do it too, after Elias take his. Do this every six hours. We get rid of flu in no time.”

I took the gallon jug and opened it, sniffing. It was very pungent! “Whoa!” I held it away. “What is this!? Moonshine?”

She shrugged. “It could be. Remember, one cup of liquid, two tablespoons of powder. Every six hours. This cure go back thousands of years in Japan. It work. I promise.”

I shrugged with a chuckle. “So, I get him and me drunk. Okay. Thanks, Aunt Tessa.” Alcohol was often in cold and flu medications. I almost went to her to hug her and stopped. “I’ve got the germs too, so…”

She nodded. “I leave here.” She put the medicine down and left.

 

Elias was a wonderful person, as you probably heard me say once or twice. He is brilliant and kind. He has the child side to him, but he was just a pitiful child when sick. I prepared the noxious mixture as instructed. I got him up long enough to give it to him and tucked him back in bed. Then took my own medicine. By the end of the second mug, I was drunk. Snockered. Shitfaced. I collapsed back in bed but loved that Elias’ breathing had eased and he was sweating. The fever was breaking. “Till death do us part.” I quoted to the sleeping Elias and kissed him gently on his sweaty temple and lay next to him. It took three days instead of the week or more for Elias to kick the flu and I didn’t get it at all, which surprised me.

 
Back to our routines and business. The Coffee Station was not only flourishing but boomed! And my tea-sodas began selling like hotcakes with the students and then others in Hilo! I had to hire someone else for The Coffee Station and one more for the tea-sodas. Three new employees in total.

“You do good business.” Aunt Tessa said one day. “I may have to expand.”

I looked at her confused. “That’s good, isn’t it?”

She shook her head. “No. I want retire. It’ll be your business soon. I sell to you.”

I looked at her alarmed. “You can’t retire, Aunt Tessa! You’re too young.”

She smiled. “I was once. Not now. The Apothecary was good idea. My husband wanted to do like you, expand. Soon, I sell to you.” She patted my arm. “You are staying in Hawai’i, right?”

“For now.” I nodded. “I don’t know what Elias’ long-term plans are.”

“He not going to leave. You see.” She assured.

 
The Commitment Ceremony was fast approaching, and I had a lot to plan! We were having a Wedding Luau. Okay, a Commitment Luau, there were the dancers to arrange and what we were feeding the people that came. I was stunned when I realized most of the faculty Elias worked with and I knew were coming. How many I didn’t know yet. Aunt Tessa and a date…I couldn’t wait to meet him. I sat with Elias as we were planning.

“I want those dancers with those flaming whirly things and the girls with the skirts and….” Elias was saying.

“We should have Thao here. He’d know what to use and what they’re called.” I said simply but watched Elias.

“We can find out without him,” Elias said easily, but a little stiffly.

I turned his face to me and kissed him, very passionately, and then held him back. “I love you. What I’m going to say, I’m not bothered or worried that you would ever leave me. Okay?” I said. “He was the one that you kissed, and you let suck your dick, wasn’t he?”

Elias looked a little panicked. “I never came!”

I kissed him again. “I know. I believe you. It wouldn’t matter if you had cum. You love me. I know that. You two are walking on eggshells around each other since we got here, and you returned. I thought you two would at least be friends. He’s still in love with you.”

Elias was very uncomfortable now. “He is?”

“I saw that day one,” I said. I placed my forehead against his. “I’m not jealous…” then I stopped. “Well, a little that I wasn’t there, but you didn’t know about me then.” I looked at him. “So why didn’t it happen between you two?”

Elias got up and began pacing. “You know when I lost my virginity. You were there!” He turned to me. “He lost his at thirteen! Thirteen! Do you know how many people he’d been with before he and I even met? He doesn’t know! He lost count! I know when you lost yours, with me! It had meaning. I didn’t want to be just another person he got his rocks off with.”

I pulled Elias back down. “I get it. That’s why I pushed you away that night in the speaker room. I wanted to have meaning, too.” Then I caressed his face. “Stop stressing about it. I’m not mad or upset. We’re planning our Commitment. I know you mean it. Relax.”

Elias sighed. “I’m mad because I was weak.”

I sat up straighter. “You most certainly are not weak!” I said firmly. “You were human. We have needs. You didn’t give in but didn’t let him finish either. Believe me. I love you, but can’t the friendship survive? I’ll understand if you say no, but…is it fair?”

“No. It isn’t fair. I don’t want to lead him on, nor do I want to hurt him.” Elias said in almost a whine.

“His Aunt hired me, based on Thao’s recommendation alone. He helped us get this apartment.” I said waving at the surrounding apartment. “Doesn’t he deserve a chance?”

Elias sighed again. “Okay, but we tell him you know.”

He was an honest straightforward man. “I’ll tell him. If he needs to blame anyone, it can be me. He can be angry with me.”

Elias shook his head. “He won’t blame you.”

I chuckled. “No, he wouldn’t. He has to know how easily a person would fall in love with you. What was it? A day, a week for us? We just held off to make love.”

Elias kissed me. “And we haven’t looked back or regretted it.”

 
It took a little persuasion on my part, but Thao agreed to come for dinner that Friday night. According to Aunt Tessa, he loved Hawaiian Chicken Stew, so that’s what I made. Elias was helping set the table when Thao appeared at our door and knocked.

“Hi, Buddy.” Elias greeted him and opened the door.

Thao smiled back. “Hi, Elias.” He entered and again, I saw Thao not look at Elias long. He smiled at me. “Hi, Eric.”

“How are you, Thao?” I asked.

“Curious,” Thao answered. “I’m grateful for the invitation, but what do you need?”

“I wanted to thank you,” I said sincerely. “You helped get this great apartment, and it was your recommendation that got me the job with Aunt Tessa.”

He smiled a little shyly. “I just wanted to help out.”

“And since you’re standing up with us at our Commitment.” I continued. “I think a special thank you is in order.”

The dark-skinned man flushed. “I’m happy to.”

I cocked my head. “It must be hard, to stand up and witness a man you love committing to another person.”

Thao looked stunned. “What!?”

Elias just looked at Thao. “Are you in love with me?”

Thao looked like he was about to run.

“Stop!” I said firmly. “This isn’t anything like an accusation or am I really jealous,” I explained. “Personally, it shows what a great man of character you are. I don’t know if I could stand up and watch the man I loved marry someone else. I suspected you were in love with Elias the first day we met. I suspect you do now.”

“I would never try to come between you!” Thao assured. “Never!”

I nodded. “I get that,” I said softly. “You were the one that has kissed him before me and you even sucked a very personal part of Elias.”

Thao turned to Elias. “You told him!?”’

Elias nodded. “Of course.” He answered. “Bit by bit, he knows everything about me.”

“It didn’t mean anything.” Thao defended. “I was trying to comfort him.”

I nodded. “But you did love him.”

“Of course, I did!” Thao defended again. “We were living together and over the years, I fell in love with him.”

Elias nodded. “That night, I had just had a bad phone call from my father. He was more than just a little condescending than usual. I was depressed.”

“I took advantage of that!” Thao added. “You were at a low point, more than I had seen in all those years. I took advantage of that…and you.” Now Thao was all but pacing. “For weeks after I did…that.” He waved at Elias. “I felt like I raped you!”

Elias’ eyes grew. “You didn’t rape me.”

“But you didn’t want it!” Thao argued. “Hell, you barely got a hard-on!”

“If I had given in, what number would I have been?” Elias put. “Can you even give a number? Sex is great. I love it! But that’s what it would have been if I had given in. Just sex!” Elias stated firmly. “For years I watched you bring date after date through our room. Three I know you had sex with because I heard it in the bed across the room! Can’t you understand that isn’t what I wanted? When Eric and I finally got together, we made love. There is no doubt in my mind that he does love me. He really does! I love him. I am the only one that he’s ever had sex with and he’s the only one I’ve had sex with. It had meaning. Can you understand that?”

Thao looked like he was about to cry. “I do. God, I do, but I was in love with you.”

“Maybe you were,” Elias said. “A little more than any of the rest, but if we’d gotten together, I would always worry there’d be someone else. I have no doubts about Eric.” He walked over to Thao. “I don’t judge you. Neither does Eric. You’re a good, good friend. You’re kind and considerate and like Eric said, a man of good character. You’re honest. Now, be honest. Would we have lasted?”

Thao was now in tears. “Probably not.” He shook his head.

“I want to spend my life with the one man I love.” Elias urged. “It’s like…we were made for each other. We fit!”

Thao nodded. “I know.” He sighed. “But I still feel like I raped you, Elias. I made it a point to help you any way I could after that. That night, you didn’t want it. You didn’t want me.”

Elias smiled. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. You are a good man. There will be someone out there for you if you look. When it happens, it will blow your mind.” Then he put his hand on Thao’s shoulder. “I love having you as a friend. I love you but as a friend. I hope we can get that friendship back.”

“And if you could…” I smiled. “Help me with the Commitment Luau. I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Thao wiped his face and laughed. “You’re too Haole.”

I grinned. “So, I understand.” I knew the term for Hawai’ians about non-Hawai’ians. “That’s why we need your help. Help me get the island feel about this ceremony.”

Thao nodded. “Sure. No problem.” Then he grinned. “I will miss those kisses; he was the best person I’ve ever kissed.”

I smiled. “Well, I take that well. I really don’t have that much to compare with, so I’ll take that as validation for what I suspected that he was. He is good.” Then my eyes narrowed, “But if you try it again. I’ll hurt you.”

Thao’s eyes widened and he backed up a little.

“I’d take that seriously.” Elias cautioned good-naturedly. “He’s a Southerner. Just a little more than a redneck. He could do it.”

Thao nodded. “I don’t doubt he would.”

I motioned to the pot I prepared. “Now, get a whiff of this.” I opened the steaming pot and waved the steam in his direction. A sweet pineapple smell and didn’t smell at all savory, but sweet. This was Hawai’ian Chicken Stew. Pineapples and Mango, and coconut.

Thao grinned. “I thought I recognized the scent.”

“Aunt Tessa said it was your favorite,” I said hopefully.

Thao clapped his hands in anticipation. “Love it. I hope you made a lot. I’ll want seconds…maybe thirds.”

I laughed. “I made plenty.”

 

Things did even out. Elias and Thao no longer walked on eggshells around each other and were friends again. The truth was, I suspected Thao’s feelings were boosted because Elias rejected him as a lover. You know the fish that got away thing? It’s often bigger than it really was and often got bigger the more it’s told about.

 
The Luau was going well, planning-wise. Elias and I picked out wedding rings at a local jeweler.

“I like the design of this,” Elias said about a band with width. “It would look great for a man.”

I nodded. “Can I ask for something a little more unique?” I shrugged. “You know? Just for us?”

The man behind the counter was smiling. Clearly, he was gay. Too pleased to be selling to us. “I’ll craft whatever you two decide on.” Then he broke out a sketch pad. “So, the width is good. How about a little something on the side? What has meaning to you?”

I looked at Elias. “Well, our lives really started here. In Hawai’i.”

Elias shrugged. “Hawai’i was formed by volcanos. Fire?”

I grinned. “And despite what others feel, I think our love was ordained by God.”

Elias smiled. “I agree. Is there a symbol for God? Not a cross, but for God?”

“Well, there’s the dove that God sent to Jesus. How about a dove?” I suggested.

The man grinned. “So, a dove with a ring of fire around the ring?” He did a quick sketch. “Over white gold, ringed in black and the dove and fire in the white gold to shine?”

I liked the design. “That’s perfect!” Then I pointed. “Can the inside of each have each other’s’ names? And say…forever in them?”

The man grinned. “Absolutely.” Then he looked at us with a smile. “You two are so precious. Clearly, some divine power is responsible.”

Elias chuckled. “I believe that.”

Then I saw some earrings. I saw a set that was Ying and Yang. The black on white and equal parts on both sides. I picked them up. “What about these?” I showed them to Elias.

His eyes grew surprised. “Earrings!?”

I shrugged. “Well, we are doing a nontraditional thing. So, why not a nontraditional symbol of engagement? Engagement earrings.” I held them up to my ear.

Elias chuckled. “What the hell. It’s too late to shock our parents anymore.” He gave them to the man behind the counter. “Will it hurt?”

The man smiled. “Not at all.” He assured. “I have a gun.”

“Gun!?” Elias sat back.

“It’s what I use to shoot the posts in.” The man chuckled. “It’ll be so quick you won’t feel it. I promise.” Then he grinned. “So, who’s the submissive?”

I frowned. “Neither.”

“Then the right side is for both of you.” He explained. “It does say that you’re gay.”

Elias nodded. “Good enough.”

“I’ll go first.” I volunteered. The man was right. He cleaned my ear, and with a quick “pop” the post was in, and the earring put in place. I didn’t feel a thing. Then Elias.

Elias was chuckling as we walked home, again hand in hand.

“What?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I can’t wait for Mom and Dad to see pictures. You and I are breaking all the rules.” He flipped his earring quickly.

I nodded. “In for a penny, in for a pound.”

 

There were finals to worry about along with the planning. Elias had to do both. He not only had to take his own finals but give his students theirs. He was busy! I was the one that was having to do most of the planning. What we were serving at the Luau and the entertainment! I was getting a little harried! Elias was understanding though. Like one evening he came home, his hands full of envelopes.

“Hi, Honey.” He greeted walking in as I sat at the table surrounded by papers. “More RSVPs.” He handed them to me.

I looked up. “Is there no one in Hawai’i not coming!? I think all of the University plan to attend, and I mean all the faculty and students want to come, the faculty is all invited. I don’t think there’s one professor or assistant professor not coming! Even the Dean!”

Elias’ one eyebrow rose. “That’s good, right?”

Then I began to almost rant. “So far, I’ve gotten some with allergies to fish, some for nuts…so planning the menu is difficult. We’ll have to make sure they roast two pigs at least. One is not going to be enough, and I don’t care if they tell me, try poi, you’ll like it. Well, I did and I don’t.”

Elias chuckled. “Easy there, cowboy. I said I’d help.”

“You can’t!” I said, then raised my hands to stop him. “It’s not your fault. You have a workload you can barely maintain. If you’re not studying for your own finals, you’re grading papers of your own students and preparing to give them their finals! You can’t and I wouldn’t dream of asking you.”

He sat at the table with me. “What about your finals?”

“If I see another theorem, I’ll scream!” I said irritated. “I hate math. Science isn’t bad, I’m confident I’ll do well there. I’m going out of my mind! And there’s the wedding clothing. Choosing who’s wearing what…” I knew I was ranting faster, but he leaned in and kissed me gently, lingering as I calmed down.

“Easy,” Elias said gently. “Easy. You’re doing great.” Then he smiled. “I know the ceremony will be spectacular.”

I sighed. “I hope so.” Then I looked at the time. “God, I didn’t even make dinner!”

He kissed me again. “It’s okay. We’ll go out, or order in. We’ll do fine.” Then he put his briefcase down and the letters. He held one up. “We’re now officially each other’s power of attorney.” He opened the open envelope. There were two cards, one with my name on it for Elias and one for Elias with my name on it. “One more step to being legally married.”

I smiled, taking the card I would need for him. “It took them long enough.”

Elias shrugged a nod. “Well, progress takes time. While here, all we need is the card. If we go to the mainland, we need the paperwork. But it’s done.” He pointed to the card for me. “See? I’m your next of kin.” He stood up. “I won’t work on a thing tonight, it’s all about us.” He grinned. “How about we make love, order something to eat and make love again?”

I couldn’t help but grin at that. “I like that idea.”

He chuckled. “I thought you might.” Then he pulled me up. “I love you, Eric.”

Kissing was so easy with him now; it was a habit I never wanted to break. “I love you, Elias.”

 
Finals were done. And graduation came for the seniors. Brandi and Sharon helped with the planning on what we were wearing. Thao helped by telling us what was traditional in Hawai’ian culture.

“The groom is supposed to wear white, the pants and shirt. There is a sash worn by the groom, I guess you two can do that.” He pointed at Elias and me.

“We have the sarongs picked out for the ladies,” I said. “Blue for Brandi, yellow for Sharon, green for Lynn. The guys will have the same colors only with their shirts, also has the design on those shirts. We’ll need to have Lynn, Steve, and Jonathan sized….”

“They’ll fit,” Thao said again. “They’re loose shirts.”

“Jonathan is a football player; he may be bigger now.” I countered. “We need to be sure.”

“Let him worry,” Elias said to Thao calmly. “He will anyway.”

I frowned. “I’m not worrying. There has to be a plan for things to go as planned.”

Elias nodded. “I know.” He kissed me. “Not even God will mess the plans up. He’d be too scared.”

Sharon shook her head looking at the menu. “Is there nothing that isn’t on the menu?” She asked.

“We’ve over two hundred coming to the ceremony,” I said. “I wanted to be sure we had enough.”

Sharon nodded still reading the menu. “Wow, my sister married a few years ago, and I thought she was thorough. She wasn’t even close to being up with your standards.”

Elias jumped to my defense. “Guys! He wants it to be perfect for us. I think he did an amazing job. I hate to say it, he did it mostly by himself.” Then he put his arms around me and said directly to me. “I just want you to enjoy it. Not just plan it.”

I grinned. “Aunt Tessa is coordinating. I have no doubt things will happen on time and as planned.”

Elias nodded. “Well, there we go. If she’s in charge, we’re good.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I need a haircut.” Then he glanced at me. “Think I should shave?” He ran fingers through his short beard which he used a special razor to keep at that three- or four-days’ growth.

My eyes grew. “Don’t you dare!” I said firmly. “I’ve never known you without some facial hair. You don’t shave anything! Got it?”

He held his hands up in surrender. “Okay. I won’t. I swear.”

“When it starts to turn gray, you might, it will shave a good ten years off, but now, no,” I said firmly.

“Okay.” Elias grinned. “I got it.” Then he smiled. “No shoes at the wedding?”

I smiled back. “No shoes.”

Elias did a victory pump with his arm. “Yes.”

 
Lynn, Steve, and Jonathan were coming that Wednesday before the wedding and we were at the airport to greet them. Elias had rented a four-wheeler SUV to take us around while they were here. Again, it was evening when the plane arrived, and we watched as the passengers got off. My sister came off, an arm in each brothers’ arm as they unloaded.

“I was right,” I said to Elias. “Jonathan is bigger.”

Elias nodded. “We don’t know where he came from. He must be a mutation.” He joked. “Blond, big…he’s a real lady’s man.”

“He’s got the Jonas face. So, he’s from the same parents.”

My sister was the first to spot Elias and me and screamed in excitement and rushed over hugging me. Then Elias.

“It’s so good to see you!” Lynn said happily, then took a look at me and froze. “Oh, my god!” She touched my right ear. “An earring!?” Then she shook her head. “I can’t wait to show Dad this.”

“He’s got one too.” Steve pointed to Elias and then hugged his brother, as did Jonathan.

“I think it looks cool,” Jonathan said smiling broadly. Then he grinned. “Think I should get one?”

“Just be certain of the side.” Elias cautioned with a grin. “You could send the wrong signal.”

“Do you want to be thrown out?” Steve asked Jonathan. “Do that and I swear Dad will throw you out.” Then he looked at Elias. “You sure are tan! Both of you.”

Lynn nodded. “I hope to get a little before we head home, too.”

I nodded. “For now, we’ll get you to the hotel and then get something to eat,” I said. “We’ve got a lot planned for tomorrow and Friday.”

“How’s the surfing?” Jonathan asked Elias. “I’d love to catch a few waves.”

Elias nodded. “You’ll have plenty of time after Saturday and it’s great.” He motioned for them to follow.

Steve stopped, making us also stop. “I still don’t believe it,” Steve said flatly.

Elias and I stopped. “Don’t believe what?” Elias asked.

Steve pointed at us. “That you two are…you know.”

Elias nodded. “Ah, that.” Then he grinned at me. “Do you mind showing him?”

“He’ll see it later, but sure.” I pulled Elias down and kissed him passionately which Elias returned willingly and eagerly.

Steve shook his head. “On the mouth and everything.”

“Mom and Dad don’t even kiss like that,” Jonathan said.

“Well, we’re here,” Steve stated logically. “We know they did something. It’s just that, I couldn’t believe it when he said he was gay! Nothing about him says he is. Nor with Eric. Not like Kyle at church, everyone knows he’s gay from his mannerisms.”

Elias chuckled. “Well, that kiss is the only thing you’ll see to prove I am. Or Eric.” He grinned. “Let’s get your luggage.”

Lynn took my arm as we went to get the luggage from the carousel. “I for one wasn’t too surprised. You were always…a little different.” Then she held her hand up. “Not bad, but you were so…perfect. Frankly, I’m jealous as hell! You have the most gorgeous man I’ve seen not only says he loves you to you, but it was said nationally on the news which he never denied and willing to say it again in a ceremony in front of hundreds!”

I grinned. “Well, that news story was not a planned thing.”

“Of course, not.” Lynn nodded. “He stuck by you. I wish I had that.”

I frowned. “I’m not going to tell you how to live your life, but what’s wrong with waiting for the right guy?”

“How do you know he’s right?” Lynn asked. “When I gave in the first time, I was sure I found the right guy.”

“Did he wait?” I asked knowing the answer.

“Of course, not.”

I nodded. “There’s your answer. Elias and I waited eight months.”

She sighed. “I didn’t wait eight minutes. I know, I’m stupid.”

I frowned at her poor self-esteem. “You claim to be, but I know you’re not. Give yourself some credit.”

“You look happy,” Lynn said.

“That’s because I am.”

 
We met them the next morning and showed them our apartment where Sharon, Brandi, Mike, and Thao were going to meet us. We were talking when Brandi and Sharon came over.

“Damn it!” Brandi said again as she did when meeting us the first time. “Two more gorgeous men, obviously related to you Elias and one even blond!”

Sharon shook her head. “And the blond is jailbait. Why do you always leave out the important part? Like Eric and Elias being gay. You left that out when pointing them out.” She pointed to Jonathan. “How old are you?”

“Fifteen.”

Sharon threw both arms toward him. “See? Not even the age of consent in most states.”

Brandi shrugged. “Now I have a boyfriend.” She stuck her lip out.

“Lynn, Steve, and Jonathan.” I started. “This is Sharon Brooks and Brandi Weir. Our good friends and next-door neighbors.”

Yep, Steve and Jonathan were straight as their tongues nearly fell out seeing Brandi. Then as if on cue, Mike walked in wearing his uniform who stopped at the door.

“You’re under arrest!” He said convincingly walking up to Brandi.

“On what charge, officer?” Brandi grinned.

“Theft.” Mike took her arm and got his handcuffs out.

“Theft!? What did I take?” Brandi asked.

“My heart.” Mike grinned kissing her.

Elias chuckled. “In case you failed to notice. Brandi’s boyfriend is a cop. This is Mike Duncan. He’s a great friend, too.”

Brandi looked a little worried. “Sweetie, I thought you were coming with us.”

Mike nodded. “I am. I just need to change.”

Brandi looked worried still. “You worked last night? We’re gonna be gone all day.”

Mike kissed her again. “I’ll be fine, Baby.”

Sharon groaned and walked to Steve. “How old are you?”

“Nineteen,” Steve replied.

“You’re legal. All this love crap get’s a little much.” Sharon said sardonically. “Can I pretend? Or do you have a girlfriend?”

“Well, there is Tina at school.” Steve grinned.

“If he gets the courage to ask her out first, that is.” Jonathan laughed.

Steve frowned. “Jonathan! You are such a pain in the butt.”

Jonathan shrugged. “I don’t know why you’re being shy. She likes you!”

“Are you seeing someone, Jonathan?” Elias grinned.

“Heather.” Jonathan opened his wallet. “See?” He pulled a photo out and gave it to his brother.

Elias’ eyes widened. “She’s very pretty.” He grinned.

“I’m surprised you noticed,” Steve smirked.

Elias fixed a glare on his brother. “Are you trying to be a pain in the ass? It’s working.”

“Being gay doesn’t mean we can’t judge whether a person is attractive or not,” I explained. “Brandi is gorgeous, so is Sharon and we both know they’re attractive. Just not to us.”

“There isn’t an unattractive person in this room,” Elias said as Thao came in. “Until now.” He grinned.

“Are you guys ready to see my island home?” Thao asked happily.

“We’ll need your jeep, Honey,” Brandi told Mike.

“So, you, Thao and Sharon can ride with me. I’ll change and we’ll go from there.” Mike advised.

 
Thao turned out to be a wonderful tour guide. We went to the Hawai’ian Volcanos National Park. Drove by some great beaches and the beach the Ceremony was being held.

“Snow?” Jonathan asked to be sure he heard right. “In Hawai’i.”

“On Mauna Kea. Every winter.” Thao nodded. “There’s even a lodge up there. No grooms, but you can rent skis.”

“Ski in the morning and rest on the beach in the afternoon.” Lynn marveled. “Who can beat that?” She put her arm in Thao’s arm.

Elias looked at me and without saying a word. I got the question. “She can find out on her own. She’s not any different. He’s good looking and she’s very pretty, so?”

“Does she sleep with women, too?” Elias asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t want to know.”

Elias just rolled his eyes. I had to agree.

“We’re getting married.” Elias would sometimes say as the day approached. He put his forehead against mine.

I grinned. “Yep, we are.”

 
The next day after I picked up Lynn and Elias’ brothers we stopped by the Apothecary. Walking in Aunt Tessa zeroed in on me.

“No.” She shook her head. “I give you time off. You no take?”

I grinned at her kissing her on the cheek. “I’m here as a customer,” I said, waving at the girl I hired for the Coffee Station. “This is my sister, Lynn, this is Elias’ brothers, Steve and Jonathan.”

She beamed at our siblings. “I can’t keep him away! Does good business, great! I just making sure he remember he getting married.” She pointed to the Coffee Station and the many bottles of tea-soda. “This all his business.”

Lynn shook her head. “His business?”

I shrugged. “Aunt Tessa had the contacts and inventory; I just use it.”

“It shames my selling ad space on phone book covers,” Steve admitted.

“He business genius.” Aunt Tessa swore. “All this he create,” She pointed to the tea-sodas. “It very good.”

Lynn touched several of the bottles. “Eric’s Tea-soda?” She read the label. “Can I try one?”

I shrugged. “Sure.” I turned to the brothers. “You want to try one?”

“Sure.” Jonathan nodded readily. “Which do you recommend?”

“All of them. There’s raspberry tea, grape tea, cherry tea, pomegranate tea, and the pineapple is good, but too sweet for me.” I replied and handed them one each. “First mix it,” I explained as I did with Elias. Gently inverting the bottle gently back and forth.

Lynn’s eyes grew as she tried some. “This is good!”

I felt Steve was also impressed but didn’t want to admit it. “It’s pretty good.”

Jonathan elbowed his brother. “Are you ever going to give them any slack? It’s damned good!!”

“Watch your mouth!” Steve shouted.

“Elias is right, you are trying to be an asshole,” Jonathan said calmly. “My brother is committing to a person he loves. I’m thrilled for Elias. Eric does good work, and this is great! You could give him the proper credit. I get another brother with Eric.” He said flatly.

Steve just walked away.

“Well, he is being an asshole,” Jonathan said angrily.

I nodded. “Eli warned me.” I grinned at Jonathan. “No wonder Eli tells me you’re his favorite brother.”

Jonathan’s smile grew as he blushed. “He said that!? I just thought he said that as a signature after all our conversation ends.”

I nodded. “He did. Several times.”

Jonathan came over and hugged me. “I meant what I said. You are my new brother. Welcome to the family.”

Elias came in. “What’s his problem?” He pointed to Steve as Steve stood on the sidewalk.

“Just a brotherly spat,” I said.

“I just told Eric he was being an asshole,” Jonathan said not letting me go.

Elias shrugged a nod. “He usually is.” He pulled Jonathan away from me and hugged me. “Hi! We’re getting married!”

I loved him!

“Eric tells me you told him I was your favorite brother.” Jonathan bounced as he said that.

Elias gave me a stern look.

“After what Jonathan said he deserved to know,” I said.

Elias looked at Jonathan. “What’d you say?”

“I was thrilled for you, and I got a new brother.” Jonathan beamed.

Elias grabbed his brother. “You are.” He said simply. “Just don’t let it go to your head.” Then he pointed at him. “If you tell Steve that, I’ll deny it.”

Jonathan saluted.

The fact that Steve was here couldn’t be more mysterious. He clearly had a problem with the whole gay issue, but he came. Why?

“He could be spying for Dad.” Elias theorized.

“To see if we’re serious?” I asked. “That makes little sense.”

Elias shrugged. “I wouldn’t put it past Steve. Even if he were doing it on his own for Dad.”

I frowned. “Does he think you’ll change your mind?”

“I know he hopes I will.”

Then Elias confronted Steve. “Listen, Steve, I want to know why you came. You seem to have a problem with the fact I’m marrying Eric.”

“You aren’t.” Steve pointed out. “Marriage is between a man and woman. This is all a show.”

Elias frowned. “A show,” Elias repeated. “A show you volunteered to be in.” Then he stepped forward within inches of his brother. “To me, Eric and I have been married for the past year. This show is more to show the world Eric and I are committed to each other and will be until we die. It’s a show you don’t have to be in. Eric and I are doing just fine without any help from our fathers and without their blessings. Your statements and questions are nothing but primitive, uninformed rhetoric. It’s been passed down generations by narrow-minded imbeciles who think they know what God’s real intentions are. You don’t have a clue. There is no direct line from God to the Jonases.” Then he stood away a bit. “In fact, I don’t want you there. There are going to be hundreds of people there to support us. I don’t need you.” Then Elias turned away. “Enjoy your stay in Hawai’i. You’re out of the wedding.”

Steve seemed surprised by his brother. I was proud of Elias’ restraint. There were the fittings and the evening party before the wedding. There was no rehearsal dinner. The caterer was readying the pigs for cooking in the pit on the beach and the event coordinator, Aunt Tessa, was readying the tiki torches and tables. Most of our guests would be standing up, but seating was ready for those that may not have been able to stand and for the reception after the wedding.

The next day was chaos. Brandi and Sharon were there to help get Elias and me going and keep up with what needed to happen when. Jonathan and Mike were also there to help. Jonathan was given the rings to give to us. Lynn was with Thao. Who knew what was happening there. As the sun began to set, we went to the beach where the chaos was a beehive of activity. Music was being played as guests arrived. Steve seemed surprised as guests showed up and seeming eager for this to take place. These weren’t simpletons. These people were educated and well dressed. We had asked Dr. Katherine Moody to stand up to present us. As it wasn’t legal, it didn’t matter. Elias and I met at the center as soft music played after Brandi, Mike, Thao, Lynn, Sharon, and Jonathan led the way to the center first.

“Dear friends,” Katherine said to everyone. “I was given the privilege of presenting these two lovely human beings as they join their souls in life together. My first meeting was with Elias five years ago, he came to the university young and eager to learn and I knew he was someone I wanted to get to know. Then he returned to the university with another soul that touched his own. I met Eric. I have not met two souls so in tune with each other as they are, be they straight or gay. They are the best examples of human beings I know. We all should have a love that comes close to theirs. Now, they have some words for each other we will all be honored to hear.” She motioned to me. “Eric.”

Looking at Elias in the fading light of day, lit by the torches he again literally glowed with happiness and joy. “I see you now, as I did on our first meeting. You are the most beautiful person I have had the privilege of knowing. That you have given me your heart and life to me, I am so touched and honored to have that precious gift. I will honor and respect you, through illness, health, poverty, and wealth. I am giving you my own soul and heart. I love you, Elias Jonas the third. So that we may walk through this life together. I will want no one else, ever. You’re my Soulmate, and my best friend. You will have me, forever.”

Elias smiled, but I saw the tears forming in his eyes. “Eric, it’s like I was asleep for so long. Since you’ve entered my life, I’m waking up. I did not know how incomplete my life was until you came into this life. I no longer see me, alone. You will always be a part of me. I will be incomplete without you. Circumstances almost took you away, and I saw how empty life would be. I gave you my heart and soul a while ago. Now, I say it in front of our friends and family. You are my life and soul. I will do all I can to make you happy as we walk together. I will do all I can to help you reach your goals and I will love you in health, illness, poverty, and wealth. You have my heart and soul. I love you, Eric Mitchell. I will want no one else, ever. You are my soulmate and my best friend. You will have me, forever.”

“So, Eric. Do you take Elias Jonas, as your soul mate and husband?” Katherine asked.

“I will.”

“And you Elias, will you take Eric Mitchell as your soul mate and husband?”

“I will.” Elias nodded.

Katherine turned to Jonathan, she held her hand out. “The rings?”

Jonathan handed her the rings. She looked at them.

“These are very interesting. I see the dove, representing God and the flames that come around the ring in an eternal ring of fire representing the love these two men have. I think they are very appropriate.” She handed me one.

“With this ring. I take you as my husband.” I said slipping Elias’ ring on him.

Elias took the other. “With this ring. I take you as my husband.” He slipped the ring on me.

Then Katherine smiled broadly. “In front of these friends and family. I pronounce these two souls are permanently joined. You are married.” Then she smiled. “Now, the kiss to seal the deal.”

“Gladly,” Elias said with a grin, and we did kiss. That was the moment the drums sounded and there was dancing with the native girls and guys and the music burst in celebration. All of the crowd was applauding and cheering. The fact that Steve didn’t, only told us, and him, he was in the minority. Of one. We had a document of commitment done up by the university, it looked impressive. Like a marriage license but said Commitment which those that stood up for us signed. Copies would be made, and one was kept at the university and the original Elias and I got.

The food was served, and everyone seemed to be having a great time. Then came the wedding cake. I didn’t even know we had one! It was coconut!! Instead of the bride and groom at the top were two grooms! It wasn’t fancy at all, but delicious! Elias and I found out Brandi, Mike, Sharon, and Thao had this made. Elias and I cut the first piece and fed each other as traditional. No smearing from either of us.

“Where’s the honeymoon?” Mike asked sitting with Brandi on the ground with us.

“There isn’t one,” I said encircled by Elias’ legs and arms as we sat together on the ground. “We’ve been together a year, so…”

Then Elias cleared his throat. “Well, that’s not entirely accurate.”

I frowned; he couldn’t have forgotten. “We have been together a year, almost to the day.”

“No, Sweetie.” Elias chuckled. “About the honeymoon.”

My eyebrows rose. “We made no plans.”

“You didn’t make any plans.” Elias pointed out. “I did.” He grinned.

I felt a surge of excitement. “Where?” I asked.

He smiled smugly. “You’ll see.”

Normally, as I said in the beginning, I never snuck down to see what Santa brought. This was tempting me, but I refused to ask.

It got late and guests were departing. Elias and I thanked them. Then I hugged my sister.

“Anything you want me to pass on to mom?”

“Just tell her I wished she’d come. I love her.” I said.

Lynn nodded. “Anything I need to tell Dad?” She grinned a bit evilly.

“Tell him I’m not giving up.” I grinned.

“When I show him the pictures, he’ll get the message.” Then she smiled slyly. “I’ll start with the earring picture and lead up to the kissing at the end. It’ll blow his mind!”

The idea of that happening I kind of wanted to see.

Elias was talking to his brothers. “I’m glad you two were here to witness this.” He smiled. “Thank you for your support, Jonathan. Steve, I don’t know why the hell you came. Tell Dad to give it up. I’ll be on our honeymoon when you leave. Have a nice time the few days left and a nice flight home.” Then he and Jonathan watched Steve just walk away.

“You know David would have been here,” Jonathan said quietly about the missing brother. “He’s beginning his residency and couldn’t take the time.”

“He, like me, left the family a while back. I understand. He’s just been better at it.” Elias joked laughing.

Jonathan laughed. “That and Leia.”

“Leia?” Elias asked.

“He’s only told me, but…yeah, they’re together. They’ve been living together for two years.” Jonathan said.

“Living with?” Elias smiled surprised. “Really?”

Jonathan nodded. “You aren’t the only one living in sin, big brother.” Then he got serious. “They are married, but he knew mom and dad would have a fit. She’s from Peru.”

Elias smiled when he realized who Jonathan was talking about. “That Leia!” He nodded. “He’s loved her for years.”

“You know mom and dad. She’s a native of Peru and Catholic.” Jonathan chuckled. “Even Steve doesn’t know.”

Elias nodded. “I won’t tell, but they’ll find out eventually.”

Jonathan nodded. “I can’t wait.” He shook his head. “At least Heather’s Baptist.”

Elias laughed. “One of us has it right.”

“We have a few years to find out.” Jonathan hugged his brother. “I was mostly raised by you. You taught me what was important. I’ll never forget.” Then he grabbed me. “I love you, Eric. Not as much as Elias, but I love ya! Welcome to the wild and crazy life of a Jonas!”

I hugged him back. “Thanks, Jonathan. I love you, too. Thanks for coming.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it.” Jonathan grinned. “I’ll see you again.”

“Elias!” Thao called from across the beach. “Your helicopter is coming.”

Elias grinned and waved. “Be right there.” He turned to me. “Ready?”

“You know I’d go anywhere with you. Sure.” I nodded. “Helicopter? I didn’t pack!”

“You don’t need to,” Elias said with a smile. “Any more and I’ll have to tell you. It’s a surprise!”

“Fine.” I nodded. “I’ll be surprised.”

Then a helicopter came into view and lowered on the beach. Thao greeted the pilot waving for Elias and me to come. The remaining crowd stood, throwing birdseed at us as we boarded. Then we took off and headed west. We were in the air for about fifteen to twenty minutes. In the moonlight, I could see an island. It was tiny but had a lot of beach surrounding it. One structure on it.

“This is our home for the week,” Elias said proudly. “Donated by a man with a lot of money, but gay. He gave it to us for the week.” He said as we landed. “The reason we don’t have to pack is, we can shed our clothes after the pilot leaves and don’t have to put them back on until we leave. We are the only ones here. The only thing we paid for was the groceries. Which is already here. Delivered today.”

I looked around. No sign of land except the one we were standing on. The helicopter rose and flew away. I looked up at the sky which was clear, and all the stars could be seen, the moon wasn’t full, but it lit the area clearly. The sound of the surf, it was tranquil.

“Come on.” Elias grinned and threw his shoulder in my gut this time and lifted me up and carried me toward the structure. He set me down inside. “You got to carry me over the threshold the last time. I get to do it once.” Then he pulled his shirt off, slipped his pants and shed them and underwear in one motion, then did his Tarzan yell. “Me Tarzan. You mine.” He smiled and tackled me on to the bed.

The structure was little more than a hut, no walls and open to the breeze which was fragrant and filled with the smell of salt and flowers. For the week we made love all over the island, lay in the sun and just enjoyed each other and being together. Neither of us would have any tan lines. No phone, no TV, and no distractions. Only a radio in case of emergencies which we didn’t have. Except for the rising and setting of the sun, we had no idea about the passing of time. There were games there we played, but mostly we just enjoyed being together. Soon we had to put our clothes back on as the helicopter returned.

Arriving back home, of course, Brandi greeted us as we arrived at our apartment.

“Did you have a good time?” She grinned knowing the answer.

“Phenomenal.” Elias nodded.

“It’ll be hard going back to the routine,” I added. “I am so relaxed.”

She smiled. “I see you both are quite tan. Bet there aren’t any tan lines.” She reached like she was going to pull my pants away a little to check.

Elias grinned swatting her hand away from me. “No there isn’t and no, you can’t see.”

Her bottom lip came out as she pouted. “Oh, Pooh.”

Elias and I both hadn’t run much that month so that Monday we began again. I went to work and so did Elias to get ready for the following semester. He would fill in for the Summer Semester as needed by others. He was basically a substitute. The first year is done and the second came and went quickly. Elias’ workload still was almost impossible. I took more classes, this time some for my degree. Business was demanding. The Coffee Station was now a favorite hangout for the university and locals. People were now coming and going all day! My tea-sodas were in more demand. I had to increase the shipments to compensate. We were busy! I had to get another carbonation unit and coffee/espresso machine. I also had to hire more people. I ended up with seven under my direct control. The Apothecary was practically done but there were some on the island that still came there for local cures. Aunt Tessa came in less. It was in the third year, just before Elias finished most of the classes to get his master’s degree. I noticed he was squinting.

I sat beside him as he worked on the word processor he borrowed from the university. “Baby, when was the last time you had your eyes checked?”

“Two seconds ago, by you.”

I smiled but let that slide as my fingers ran through his hair. “And a more beautiful set I’ve never seen, but I’ve noticed you’re having trouble focusing. I’ll schedule an eye appointment.”

He sighed closing his eyes and rubbing them. “It’s just the strain.”

I nodded. “I agree. That’s why you need them checked.”

He nodded. “You know, after I finish this master’s program, I’ll be a full professor at the university. More money. Your business is going well, we’ve got income there.” He looked around. “I love this apartment, but don’t you think we should look into buying a house?”

“A house!? Really?” I repeated. The idea was great, but leave here? Did I want to? “I suppose.” I looked at the place we’d called home for three years. “I knew we would probably, one day. I will miss this place.”

He smiled. “Don’t you want a place that’s ours? Not paying someone else’s house payments.”

I nodded. “I agree. Sure. Don’t forget the payments I’m paying Aunt Tessa when you factor the mortgage payments.”

Elias smiled taking my hand and kissing the back of it. “I haven’t.” Then he grinned. “Which means we also need a car.”

“Car?” I grinned acting like I didn’t remember. “Car. Oh, yes. Those things with four wheels instead of two. I remember those.”

Elias’ eyes rolled. “You can be such a smart ass.”

“Which you knew before you married me.” I pointed out standing up.

He nodded with a grin. “Yes, I did.”

I nodded and kissed him. “But you’re getting your eyes checked.”

He saluted.

Much to his dismay, he did need glasses. For reading. I went with him to the optometrist to pick out frames.

“What about these?” Elias asked picking up a pair that looked at home, in the fifties.

“Nah.” I frowned.

He picked a gold wire pair. “These?”

I frowned. “Too sexy.” I picked up a pair of what looked like Buddy Holly style. Dark black and sort of big.

He grinned. “That would sure put a damper on anyone with sexual attempts on their minds.”

“All except me.”

He looked at me to see if I were kidding. “Seriously?”

I shook my head. “No, the gold wires are great, but maybe a more rounded frame. John-Boy Walton type. Give them the hunky intellectual professor students can drool over.”

Elias grinned. “Drool over? Really?”

I nodded. “Sure, but I get you naked at home, they don’t.”

Elias got those. “Yes, you do.”

 
We ended up getting a Ford Escort. Not the biggest car, but there was only two of us. Sharon graduated and went back to New York. Brandi moved in with Mike. Big surprise? No. Steve married Tina and he truly loved her. Tina didn’t put up with his crap and called him on it. A sweet girl I wished to meet, but we weren’t invited to the wedding. No surprise there. Steve was moving fast on his Dad’s tail. He was going to be a preacher. Duh. Though I thought some of his sermons were a bit over the top. Like “Kill the Easter Bunny, Hunting Season Now Open” and “Death to Santa.” Complete with a wanted sign with the image of Santa on it with Santa’s hat off and the demon horns on his head and glowing red eyes. No, we didn’t like the secular holiday trappings, but kids don’t want to hear that. Kill Santa and the Easter Bunny!? No way. David and Leia had to tell David’s parents they were married and at the same time, they were going to be grandparents. That was quite a blow for Joy and Elias, Junior. They had no wedding to attend and David was married to a local native from Peru! Oh, the agony!

Then Elias saw a flyer on the campus wanted and offers board. A retiring professor was selling his house. So, he and I went to look at it. It was in Paukaa, just north of Hilo and about ten or fifteen miles from the university and the Apothecary. The best part it was on the beach! Three bedrooms, one bathroom. We could do much worse! Built in 1951. A little dated but hidden among trees and foliage! I loved it! No yard! Most homes here on the beach didn’t. It would almost be impossible to keep. Tropical foliage and plants, it was like being in a jungle. Oh wait, it was in the jungle!

Then as we were packing, the phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered casually.

“Hello, Eric.” I recognized Joy Jonas’ voice. “I don’t mean to be rude, but is Elias there?” I sat up straighter. She never calls. I had a sense of dread hit my stomach. “Sure, Mrs. Jonas. Hang on.” I turned to Elias. “It’s your mother.”

Elias looked up suddenly as shocked as I had been. He knew as I did, something huge was wrong. He took the phone. “Mom? What’s wrong?” He asked instantly, grabbing my arm to keep me close by. I heard without really trying.

“Tina was killed in an accident last night.”

Elias sat suddenly. “Oh, my god. I’m so sorry. Poor Tina. Poor Steve!” It was a horrible statement from Joy. Elias may not have liked his brother most of the time, but this was a whole other situation.

“No matter what happened. Steve needs his family.”

Elias looked to heaven as if the answer would descend from God Himself. “Steve doesn’t want me there. He didn’t invite us to the wedding.”

“You’re his brother. He needs us all here.” Joy said. “David and Leia are coming. Your brother just lost his wife of less than a year. He needs you.”

Elias nodded. “We’ll be on the next flight.”

“You and…Eric.” Joy said.

“He’s my husband. Whether you like it or not. I come; he comes!” Elias said softly and sadly. “I’ll let you know when we land.” He hung the phone up slowly.

I touched Elias gently. “Are you sure I should be there?” I asked. “My place is with you, but…”

“Steve may be an asshole, but he is my brother. How can I not?” Elias asked. “I wonder…God forbid if I had lost you. I almost did. Would they be so ready to rally around me?” He pulled me in a hug. “I need your strength. And your clarity of thought.”

I hugged him back. “Of course.”

Maxime has an older and a younger sister. He’s the only boy in a French-Canadian Catholic family from the province of Ontario (where I was born, raised, educated, and discovered my sexual orientation). Maxime is an ordinary 17-year-old guy: 5’10”, brown hair, brown eyes, medium built, not strikingly gorgeous but neither bad looking. He’s rather shy and doesn’t have any close friends, male or female. He is also inclined to stutter a little when having to speak in front of the class.

The only cock Maxime has seen is the one hanging between his legs. He doesn’t know that his dick is far from being ordinary. It’s very thick and at least 8 inches long when hard. He has never seen a guy’s ass up close, so he’s not aware that his butt is peachier and hairier than most dudes.

But I’m going too fast here. Let’s get to know Maxime a little better first. You would think that someone born in 2007 would have an idea of gay sex. It is not the case for Maxime because he comes from a very secluded rural area where homosexuality rimes with homophobia. In June, the French and English television networks include the Toronto Gay Pride Parade in their news coverage, but that is pretty much the only LGBTQ exposure that Maxime has received up to now.

He was raised in a family where neither the father nor the mother discussed changes at puberty with their children. Nothing about the birds and the bees. The only allusions to sex were comments made by male classmates about a girl’s perky boobs, plus exchanges of centerfold photos from the Playboy magazine. That’s when Maxime first heard the word “fuck” and saw pics of a watermelon breasts as well as paramount butts. He was not excited by the female anatomy. Once, when he got to look closely at a centerfold pic, he noticed a man’s hairy ass and that sparked an interest.

The bilingual high school attended by the teenager barely accommodates more than 96 students. There are no showers, no shop or art courses, no guidance counselor neither. Only the basic curriculum is offered. This year, to comply with a new directive from the Ontario Ministry of Education, École secondaire Boréal High School must include an introduction to sexual orientation and gender identity.

The history teacher is responsible for covering this topic. As soon as he mentions the words “homosexual, bisexual, trans, queer”, some guy makes an anti-gay comment. “George, there is no place here for homophobic language”, says the history teacher. The student is tempted to reply “you’re a pain in the ass” but shuts up. It is not George who blushes with shame but rather Maxime who feels targeted by what George has just said. His attraction to guys rather than gals is starting to sink in. Maxime is certain that he is the only student “like that”, an expression that means more than “possibly gay”. There is the distinction that this feeling happens a lot, continues to manifest itself, is there to stay.

École secondaire Boréal High School holds dances every month. Maxime and George are now 17 but neither has a girlfriend. Maxime never shows up for these social events, and George attends only to boost his supposedly straight profile. It’s an opportunity, as captain of the baseball team, to get some attention from a potential cheerleader. George is the receiver, a position that allows him to see baseball players up close, to examine their bulging crotch without anyone noticing. Maxime sits on the bench closest to George to better contemplate the receiver’s ass. George catches the ball and Maxime discretely massages his balls. Ass rimes with extasy.

After the holiday break, Maxime shows up at school wearing his new pair of Wrangler jeans. His mother has washed them and they mold his ass more obviously. The bulge between the legs also stands out, which earns him a few winks from a cheerleader. George is not without noticing these assets. He knows where Maxime lives, and he intends to visit him over the weekend, supposedly for French tutoring. When the two teenagers meet, they settle down on the family room sofa in the basement, out of sight of anyone.

George wastes no time rubbing his right leg against Maxime’s left leg, even exerting pressure. The zipper of his jeans is already open and his dick is showing the tip of the mushroom. Maxime can’t imagine what’s happening to him. He loses all his reserve and grabs the virile offering, small compared to his own cock, but hard and warm. “I know you want my tool in your mouth, faggot, so get on your knees and suck me dry!” It’s the first time Maxime is called faggot. He doesn’t take offence because it’s the truth and, to add to the feeling of inner pride, the greatest gift is offered to him on a silver platter.

Sucking or getting sucked is a first for both of them. George is so excited that he floods Maxime’s throat with creamy nectar in no time. “I also want to feel your cock pulsing in my mouth, you little bitch!” As soon as Maxime removes his pants and underwear, George is completely amazed by the size and length of his partner’s cock. “Holy Fuck! This is the jackpot. I not only want to be face-fucked but ass-fucked too!” As all this is new to them, the two boys are clumsy at first, but allow themselves to be guided by their natural instinct, or should I say by the instinct of a beast in heat. Maxime indeed looks like a stallion and his rod chokes George.

When the time comes to be ass-fucked, George spits in his right hand to lubricate his shit hole, and invites Maxime to do the same with his cock. The baseball captain’s trunk his about to receive the biggest end of the bat. He says to himself that he would have liked to wear a jockstrap, thus appearing more manly and less faggy. There are no witnesses, and Maxime is not going to brag about having fucked a guy. It will all stay between them. The expression “no pain, no gain” takes on its full meaning here. Maxime is equipped to inflict virile pleasures and George is tough enough to go from pain in the ass to butt extasy.

The two teenagers meet on a regular basis. Maxime tries to kiss George on the lips, but the baseball player finds that too sissy. He just wants raw sex, hard and deep. One time, Maxime and George have the whole house to themselves. Sucking and fucking goes wild. They end up showering together, and Maxime explores George’s ass with his face, kissing it, sniffing the butt hole aroma, biting the rear cheeks, licking the crevice and gradually inserting his tongue in the divine rosebud. George’s first reflex is one of surprise but he feels such carnal pleasure that he encourages Maxime to tongue-fuck him as deep as possible. The delight is unfortunately not mutual. No way George is going to eat Maxime’s sissy ass, however big and hairy it may be. That would be tantamount to admitting to being full-blown gay. He’s a closet case and his attraction to a guy has certain limits.

Needless to say that Maxime will not find a gay lover at École secondaire Boréal High School. Most young gay students in secluded Ontario towns and villages end up moving to cities like Toronto or Ottawa where they find a welcoming queer community.

So ever since I first laid eyes on my good mates older brother I couldn’t help but think of how much I wanted to meet him alone. So many times we secretly spoke after coming across one another it was always eventually going to happen.

He is openly gay with a boyfriend and at the time I was single and very very curious about lads and cock and he knew it. After many pull outs by me I finally gave in to the temptation of sucking dick so I let him pick me up after a night out to give me a ‘innocent’ lift home. 

I enjoyed my night out and kept it to myself how I was getting home, I was so nervous but so excited about seeing him it was driving me crazy! He parked and waited in a Carpark, I jumped in the car already getting hard, he told me I looked gorgeous and instantly calmed my nerves, put his hand on my leg and then began to drive us home. 

When driving I moved my hand onto his leg and began to feel his dick growing just turning me on more and more. He drove us too some garages in a Carpark behind some houses where I lived, parked up in the corner and told me to enjoy myself hehe.

I told him to lie chair back which he did and then I pulled his rock hard cock out, lent over and wrapped my lips around it and began to suck and I absolutely loved it. He had the most amazing dick to suck and he could tell I was absolutely loving it.

Before I knew it I was getting sucked by a guy for the first time. I was so horny he made me cum so quick to which he swallowed then told me to suck again so of course I did hehe. I told him I wanted to try on my knees so we got out the car and he stood up and I got down and kept sucking his amazing cock. He told me to take his load on my face which really made me feel like a slut so I did as told which he loved. 

We finished up and he took me home until next time 💋

He caught me in her panties a second time. I was in handcuffs too. The next day he told me we were friends, and he didn’t judge me. He asked if I wanted any help with being tied up. he said he had a friend when he was growing up who got off on being tied up and had helped him have some fun with it too. he said he is safe and won’t do anything weird. 

His suggestion was he would do the final lock or knot or whatever that would leave me completely helpless for as long as I wanted. He would come back whenever I wanted and just click the lock or pull the rope that freed me from my predicament. He said his friend thought it was fine and I should too. He told me I could wear whatever I wanted or be naked. He was just being a good friend and nothing that went on would ever leave our apartment. 

I bought a full sissy pink frilly dress and white thigh highs. I had a blonde wig and put some rouge on my face. I wore earrings and bracelets. I kind of went way overboard being so excited to have a friend who would help me with my kinky fantasies, no questions asked. I had some leather wrist and ankle cuffs to wear. I put on a dog collar and left a lot of rope to be used when the time came. 

At 4 he arrived home from work. He asked if I’d readied myself for the afternoon. He had a class at 5 and would be home around 7. Perfect. 

I dressed in my bedroom putting on all my makeup and restraints. The outfit fit well and looked really cute on me. Everything else was tight and secure. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I’d roped my ankles and knees together. I had secretly stuffed a vibrating butt plug in my ass hiding the remote in my sleeve for later use. My cock and balls were strapped up tight with a leather cock strap.  Everything under there was hidden by a cute pair of ruffled panties. I had a red rubber ball gag and a wide black vinyl blindfold that would be my last items to put on. I left a paddle lock for him to secure my hands behind my back before he left. This was going to be very fun. 

There was a knock on my door. I jumped with the realization he was going to see me like this. But it was too late. He said he was going to be late for class. I called out he could enter. He walked in not expecting to see me quite like this. He stood back and gasped. A long cold stare and silence in the room. Only the rattle of the clasp as I buckled the strap holding the ball in my mouth. Then, finally, he asked what to do. I pointed at the paddle lock and held my hands behind my back.  I slipped the blindfold over my eyes and turned around. He locked my wrists together and quickly left. The door was still half open. He was late for class. I hope I hadn’t freaked him put too much. 

Hours of rubbing and vibrating and groping and struggling finally ended with a wet, gooey full pair of panties. The butt plug was still in low vibe mode as I had dropped the remote at some point and couldn’t retrieve it. I was breathing hard and relaxed when I heard the door open. Footsteps entered my room. Then, his voice. “See. I told you. Isn’t that the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?”

I am trying to speak. I am in a panic and moaning and screaming into the naughty rubber ball. But the gag does it’s job well. I wiggle and turn over trying to slide the blindfold off my head. Two sets of hands push me down. “Oh no, my friend. You’re not going to see any of this. But hopefully you’re going to enjoy it, faggot.”

I’m turned and twisted and pulled sideways and up and down. More rope. I’m on my tummy with a pillow under my hips. Ass up. Panties down. “Do you want to suck our cocks, or should we both fuck you like a slut?” 

“Mummph… I’ll suck!” 

One of them climbs up next to me, turns my head to the side, releases the gag, then puts his cock in my face. “Show me bitch.”

“If he sucks our cocks, he will be out little house slut forever.”

I open and lick the tip. It immediately slides inside. I take what seems like a very large manly cock. I suck best I can. They start to laugh at me. I’m crying. I’m so fucking humiliated and embarrassed. What a thing to happen to me! “Keep sucking. If you stop, you’ll be sorry. Got it?”

I try to nod. He won’t let me speak. My mouth is full with his big fat salty cock. The guy behind me starts rubbing my ass. I feel the butt plug being pulled out. I start to complain. “Shut up, bitch. This is going to happen either way. Like this, or we can just gag you again.”

I keep sucking, trying to forget about what is happening back there. “Good girl.”

Before I know it, I’m mounted from behind with a long slippery cock sliding in and out of me. He is on my back, reaching under me squeezing my tits like I’m a girl. He is breathing hard, so is the guy who has his cock in my mouth. These guys are going to cum, right now!

Afterwards they leave me in a pool of cum and sweat. My hands are uncuffed just as the door closes behind them. I wan’t ever sure who the other guy was, but from then on, I was my roommates little bitch till graduation.

A Brand-New Father-In-Law

-1-

Wedding Day

“Drake! Drake! You in there, boy?” A deep baritone voice asks as his fingers hammer on the closed door in a familiar as he is trying to rile the boy’s attention inside the room.

The knocking on the door echoes down the long hallway of the Sunday school classrooms. He knocks harder. And harder. He wonders where the boy is. He was supposed to be in there. Changing. Getting ready for the ceremony a few hours hence.

“Drake! Drake!”

The door bursts open. At the door is a shirtless man with his pants opened at the zipper and an abundance of pubic curls in full view of him and a chest equally flourishing in the same manner of hairy growth.

“I heard you, Mr. Roper, I was trying to pull on some pants in a hurry. So, I could answer the door for you. Sorry! Sorry!”

“No problem, Son. No problem. Is my monkey suit in here? Mary said she hung it up before she went to help Lola get into her expensive and overprized wedding dress. I should know I’ve paid for it. That, and this wedding.” He says as he storms into the Sunday school classroom turned men’s changing room.

“Yes, sir. Yes, sir. It is in here. Hanging up.”

Mr. Roper walks in and Drake hastily closes the door behind the pair.

“You better watch out son, that mess of hair would rightfully scare any decent minded Christian.” Roper says to his future son-in-law. “But I see it as a blessing from the almighty himself. You are most definitely, a man. A right handsome and masculine man in any sense of the word. Praise Jesus. Praise the Lord, Almighty!”

“I am hairy, Sir. Just like my dad was. I was born that way, you know.” Drake says.

“Amen. Yeah, you are. God rest your poor daddy’s soul. I miss him, son. I really do.” Roper says as he reminiscences about his old friend. Sadly, his dearly departed friend.

“I miss him too, Sir.” Drake says. “I surely do. He would have been by my side and my best man down at the front of the church aisle, today.”

“He was mine; you know. The best…best friend a man could ever ask for…and have.” Roper says. “Drake Burrows, Sr. was a great man. A really great man.”

Each of the men hold back their emotions as they ready themselves for the wedding of Lola Marie Roper and Drake Burrows, Jr. on the bright sunny June day.

Drake yanks down his pants. He is naked and standing in the middle of the room just as bare as he was when he came screaming into the world in the Southern Regional Hospital delivery room so many decades ago.

“Whoa boy! You better tame that randy beast between those trunks of a pair of legs.” Roper says to the 20-something year old man alone with him in the room.

“I cannot help it, Sir. When I get nervous my cock gets rock hard. So very…very hard.” Drake says.

Drake’s cock is thrust full forth into its absolute hardness from between his two hairy and muscular legs.

“How big is that thing?”

“It is only nine inches, Sir.” Drake answers. “Not much to speak of Sir!”

“Boy, that’s nine…nine fucking thick inches.” Roper responds. “That is a fucking monster. DAMN! You are built like your dear ole departed dad. His cock was just as big as that monster. I remember it well, I sure do.”

“It was?” Drake says, shyly.

“Sure, as fuck, it was.” Roper says. “You best unload that monster before you walk down that church aisle, today. Or else you might explode right in front of everyone, down at the front of the church.”

“Here?” Drake asks. “Here? Sir.”

“Where else?” Roper says. “I will not tell anyone. C’mon boy. Let go of that burden of yours, you are a-sportin.’ You need to be ready for later.”

“For the honeymoon, huh?” Drake sighs.

Roper sits onto one of the gray folding chairs. His buttoned shirt, unbuttoned, and waving about as he sits and finds a place, comfortable. He is in his pair of his tightie-whities. The only underwear he will ever wear, he swears. And a pair of black socks.

“C’mere, boy. Let me help you with that beast.”

“Are you sure, Sir?” Drake asks. “Are you sure?”

“Son, your dad and I often lent each other a helping hand when the occasion would arise, it only seems fittin’ I do the same for his only son.” Roper explains as he fishes his cock from out of the leg of his raggedy tightie-whities. “See, boy, you done got me all rock hard, too. Might as well help each other out in this time of dire need.”

“Okay, Sir.”

“Okay, then.” Roper says as his finger grasps the underside of the boy’s very full and furry testicles. “When was the last time since you busted a nut, boy?”

“About two weeks ago, Lola and I fucked out by the river…at your riverside hunters camp…” Drake catches himself, but the words had already departed from between his lips.

“Do not worry, son. I have known you have already taken my daughter’s ripe little cherry.” Roper says. “I did not think she could wait till her wedding day, or you could, either. She is as red-blooded and as fired up with her hormones as you. She sure is lucky to have such a monster to satisfy her sexual hungers with as you are to have it.”

“I am…I was more than happy to oblige her; it was all my pleasure. All, my pleasure, Sir.”

This gets a gleeful smile across Roper’s face. He is proud for his daughter, as well as this man she is about to take as her husband.

“I am sure you are…it was, Drake. I am sure you are.” Roper says. “Any red-blooded man, would be.”

“If you are going to be my brand-new father-in-law, it is only fair you’d be as naked as I am, Sir.” Drake says. “Can you get naked too?”

“No problem, son. We are both men here. And we both have cocks. I am proud to say. I have no problem with it. If you do not.”

Drake nods his head, no, to his future father-in-law. He has no problem, at all, with other naked men. It is only natural to him.

Roper stands. As he does, he drops his shirt to the floor from his shoulders and then grabs the elastic waistband of his tightie-whities and yanks them to the floor.

“How’s that?” Roper asks.

“And those black socks, too. Sir. Take those off too.”

“Okay.” Roper says as he pulls the pair off his size twelve feet.

“We are both men, Sir. After all. That is what we are.” Drake adds as he fondles his cock in his deft fingers.

“Now let me take care of that.”

Roper sits his bare ass back down on the cold metal chair. It sends a surge of sexual electricity shooting through him, making his cock, harder and harder. And a faint drop of his virile cum starts salivating from his two very full balls. They roll and curl in the coolness of this small Sunday school classroom.

“You are dripping, Sir.” Drake says.

“That I am.” Roper says as he lets a finger go to his pee hole smearing the cream over his bulbous and swelled cockhead. He then takes his fingers back to Drake’s cock and rubs some of his cream atop the boy’s cockhead, mixing their juices together like a fine bottle of perfectly aged white wine.

“Now we are bonded forever together, boy.” Roper says. “Man-cream to man-cream. Just like blood brothers the way me and your dad were, so many decades ago.”

“Yes, Sir.” Drake adds. “That we are.”

“You do not wear underwear like your father didn’t do you?”

“No since Middle School, Sir.” Drake says. “I found it to restrictive even back then.”

“I can imagine, your dad got his cajónes back then too. His voice dropped before mine did. And he already had sprouting’s of his chest hair then too.”

“So, did I.”

“I have no doubt.” Roper says. “Lola even noticed, came home yelling from school one day about you becoming some sort of hairy beast, that day.”

“Yeah, everyone noticed. I bet.”

“Yes, Sir.” Drake says. “The guys in the locker room were especially jealous. I got ribbed for my hairy cock and my hairy chest.”

“And for how big it was too, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Don’t fret, they were just envious of this…or you, is all.” Roper says as he weighs the boy’s impressive package in his fingers. “Any man would die to be in possession of this beautiful monster.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Roper lets his tongue tickle the underside of the young man’s balls while he fondles them like juggling balls between his adept and agile fingers. He then swallows the erection down to its root.

“Fuck! You’ve swallowed me whole. Damn!” Drake gasps as his cock has disappeared wholly down his brand-new fathers-in-law capable mouth. “Suck on that cock, Sir. Suck me!”

And Roper does not waste a moment as he slides up and down the fleshy shaft of his future son-in-law.

“You are good, Sir. Real fucking good.”

Roper gags and sputters a bit, but he manages quite capability to swallow all the boy has between his two massive muscular legs.

Suddenly, a loud banging echoes through the room.

“David! Drake! You in there?”

It is Mrs. Roper. David’s wife and Lola’s mother.

“Shit!” Drakes lets out a yelp as Roper continues to guzzle down the boy’s hardened cock.

David lifts his head from the swollen rod in his mouth.

“Fuck! What does she want? Never a fucking moments peace!” David exclaims as he attempts to stand with the slobber dripping from his mouth and a steady stream of juice draining from his stiffened cock.

He breathes in. And lets his fingers run the length of his cock.

“Yes, Dear.” His words are like sugar as he answers his wife on the other side of the closed door. “What is it?”

“Are y’all nearly ready?” She asks.

“Soon enough, Dear.” He answers. “We are just taking care of some necessities at the moment.”

“Well, get a move on.” She says. “It is almost time.”

“Yes. Dear.” He says in a sing-song voice. “BITCH!”

His last word said very sharply.

“What dear, did I miss something?” She rings in again.

“Nothing, sweetheart. We will be out soon enough. I promise.”

“Okay.” She says her footsteps can be heard clanking down the tile of the hallway away from them.

Behind him, David Roper hears a shuffling noise.

“What are you doing, son?” Roper asks.

“Getting dressed, Sir.”

“Not till you bust that pent-up nut, get those pants off and come back over here. She will be there, I am sure. She wants that cock, I am sure, just like her dear ole daddy does…c’mere boy. C’mere.”

Drake drops his sleek black slacks over a chair and trudges back towards his brand-new soon-to-be father-in-law with his cock flapping from one side of his muscled thigh to the other.

“That’s it, boy, come to your brand-new dad-in-law.” Roper says.

“Yes, sir.”

Drake’s cock slides once again with a gentle ease down David Roper’s throat and the man takes it as easy as one would an ice cold cherry frozen freezer pop. But much more rewarding. And filling. Soon, Drake resumes his sighing and yelps inside the tiny Sunday school classroom.

But a single digit on David Roper’s hand finds it up inside Drake’s ass. This gets a loud groan and a burst of the boy’s seed dep down Mr. Roper’s throat.

“FUCK…SIR, that felt fucking good!” The boy squeals as it fills, like gallons being emptied into his future father-in-law’s esophagus.

Roper finishes his father-in-law duty. Stands. Yanks his cock a few times and empties his own balls onto his discarded black sock.

“Now we best get a move on.” Roper says. “Let’s get you married. And we can continue this another time.”

“Yes, Sir.” Drake says. His face and body blushing red from his potent seed release.

Drake Burrows Junior and Lola Marie Roper were married on a sunny afternoon at two o’clock p.m. on a warm Georgia day on the coast. That was several years ago.

 

To be continued…

I was finally settled into my new life in my new city. Work was going well, and I was very happy that I had found a barber that I liked. I was going to see Cooper about every 4 to 6 weeks, I would send him a text and he would set up an appointment at the end of the day. We would always end the hair cut the same way, with one of us leaning over the barber chair and cum everywhere. Neither of us had ever suggested changing our relationship, I was happy just getting my Cooper fix every month and he seemed to be of like mind. I had been on a few dates but wasn’t seeing anyone seriously. Coooper had never talked about his social life either, so I didn’t know his status and never thought to ask.

When I walked in for my next appointment, there was another barber working on a guy in the chair that I first saw George working at. Cooper smiled as I walked in, he also had someone in his chair.

He said, “I’ll be with you in about 5 minutes Brian.”

I smiled back, “no hurry, take your time.”

I sat in the waiting area and picked up a magazine, I have no idea what the magazine was, I was too busy watching Cooper work. I looked over at the other barber, he appeared to be about the same age as Cooper, maybe a year or two younger. He was a gorgeous Hispanic man, a little shorter than Cooper and had his black hair pulled up in a man-bun. Like Cooper, he was wearing shorts, sneakers, and a black smock with a Cooper’s Barber Shop logo. He had a wide smile and an infectious laugh as he joked and made small talk with his client. He and Cooper were also kidding each other as they worked. I remembered that Copper had told me that he had a new barber starting when Goerge fully retired, I assumed that this was the man. He turned his back to me, and I immediately noticed his ass, it was as perfect as Cooper’s. His brown muscular legs were covered with the same black hair that adorned his head. I thought to myself, I need to go check out this barber college, if all the guys there were as hot as this guy and Cooper, I would be in heaven.

The new barber finished with his customer and swept up the hair around the chair, then he disappeared into the back room. Cooper was just finishing up his client as he walked back in.

He said, “I just put a load of towels in the dryer, I’m going to head out unless you need me for anything else.”

Cooper smiled, “nope, I’ll fold them when I finish with Brian.”

Cooper followed his customer and his partner to the door and locked it behind them. He pulled the shades down as he turned to me with a grin.

I set my magazine down, stood up as Cooper walked to me, and we shared a kiss.

He smiled, “shall we start with a shampoo?”

I nodded, “sounds good.” I pulled off my tie and shirt, after my first visit, I had started to remove my shirt just to save time, Cooper did the same. Another quick kiss and I laid back in the chair with my head over the sink. I sighed as Cooper’s magic fingers went to work on my scalp, I ran my hand against the bulge that was forming in Cooper’s shorts, the bulge immediately grew bigger. He finished washing my hair with a kiss, I stood to walk to the barber chair as Coopper adjusted his cock.

He grinned, “these shorts suddenly have gotten too tight, maybe I should just take them off.”

I raised an eyebrow, “yeah, and would hate to get my good pants covered in hair, maybe I should take them off too.”

We agreed that at this point, our underwear was also no longer needed. I was sitting in the chair naked as Cooper started to cut my hair, also naked. I watched in the mirror as his sexy body moved around the chair. I stroked my cock with one hand and Cooper’s with the other. When he moved to the other side, I would just switch hands. By the time Cooper had finished cutting my hair, we were both so worked up, we had our best session yet. We sucked each other, we rimmed each other and fucked each other. Once again, I was fully satisfied with my trip to the barber.

Cooper did confirm that George had fully retired and the Hispanic hottie that I saw earlier was his replacement. He told me that his name was Manny, and all their regular customers really liked him. We shared a final kiss as Cooper let me out the front door. He smiled, “see you next time.”

Cory and I were given a big project at work and by the time we were finished, it was a couple weeks past my regular hair cut schedule. The day after we wrapped the project up, I sent a text to Cooper.

He texted back, “I was wondering if you found a new barber.”

“Not a chance, you are my barber for life. LOL” I replied.

He answered, “I’ll see you at sex, oops, I mean six.”

I chuckled as I replied with a smiley face emoji, and I felt my cock twitch.

I was happy to see Cooper alone when I walked into the shop at a little before 6. He was organizing his workstation when I arrived, he flashed me that killer smile when he saw me. He greeted me with a quick peck on the lips as he walked to the door to lock it. I was already removing my shirt by the time he turned back around. His smiled widened as he started to pull his shirt off as well. He ran his hands through my shaggy hair. He chuckled, “you are definitely overdue for a visit.”

I laughed, “yeah and I need a haircut too.” I gave him a wink as he grinned at me.

We shared a proper kiss as we made our way to the shampooing station. We broke our kiss and looked at each other, we both knew how this would end, so we both began to take off our pants. I sat back in the chair as Cooper turned on the water. I instinctively found his half hard member, I rubbed it with the back of hand as he wet my hair. I closed my eyes as he began to massage my head, working the shampoo into a good lather. He seemed to be taking his time and it felt much more sensuous than the times before. I felt myself drift into a dream-like state as I continued to rub Cooper’s ever-growing dick.

I was startled out of my trance when I felt a hand on my cock, then felt a warm mouth begin to suck. My mind raced, I could still feel both of Cooper’s hands on my head. My eyes went wide as I looked down to see that black man-bun bobbing up and down on my cock. I looked to Cooper, he was smiling at me, “lean back so I can get the rest of the shampoo out of your hair.” I did as I was told and just enjoyed the pleasure that was coursing through my entire body. Cooper shut off the water and began to dry my hair, Manny let my dick fall from his mouth.

As Cooper finished drying my hair, I was able to get a good look at Manny, he was just as naked as Cooper, and I were. He was about my height with a smooth muscular chest on top of his washboard abs. There was a sexy treasure trail leading down to a large black bush of pubic hair. Cooper moved around to stand beside Manny, damn, they were both so hot. Manny’s brown skin and black hair in complete contrast to Cooper’s light skin and blonde hair. I continued my scan down Manny’s body, that’s when I got to his cock. It was beautiful, just the right length, just the right thickness and he was uncut. I had seen an uncut cock in my high school locker room, but this would be my first opportunity to play with one.

Cooper grinned at me as I stared at Manny, he said, “Brian, this is Manny. Manny this is Brian.”

Manny chuckled, “oh, this is the one you told me about, when the faucet on the sink broke?”

Cooper nodded, “yep.”

Cooper and Manny each took one of my hands and pulled me to my feet, leading me to the barber chair. I sat down and Manny returned his mouth to my rock-hard cock. Cooper began to cut my hair, as Manny slurped away in my lap. Cooper tried to turn the chair, he laughed, “maybe we should finish with his hair before you have too much more fun.”

Manny stood on the right side of the chair, Cooper was on my left. I reached out and took a dick in each of my hands, they both hardened as I began to stroke. Cooper was working on my hair as Manny was tweaking my erect nipples, I was enjoying all the attention. Cooper handed Manny the scissors and clippers so that I didn’t have to let go of their cocks. I was so excited when he shut the clippers off, and they both started to brush the hair from me. I really wanted to taste that uncut Latin cock, of course I wanted to taste Cooper too.

They were still standing on each side of me, I leaned over and ran my tongue under Manny’s foreskin, I got my first taste of his sweet precum. I started to alternate between the two poles, Cooper and Manny were kissing above me. Cooper stepped back and had me get on my knees in the chair, he got behind me and dove between my spread ass cheeks. Manny moved to my front and fed me that magnificent piece of meat. The room was filled with moans and slurping sounds. Cooper was eating my ass and jacking my dick, I was taking Manny as deep as I could while I fondled his large nuts. Manny moaned and after a few minutes, he asked, “can I have a taste of that ass?”

Cooper smiled, “be my guest.” They switched places, I was now sucking Cooper while Manny had his face buried in my ass. God, these guys knew how to push my buttons. Manning pulled my dick back between my legs and gave it a sloppy lick. He alternated between my cock, balls and hole, he was driving me wild. Cooper pulled his dick from my mouth, he had me stand up as he and Manny went to their knees. Cooper engulfed my cock and Manny went to work on my cum-filled nuts, switching place every few minutes. I pulled Manny to his feet and Cooper, and I took our place on each side of his uncut slab of man meat. We licked up and down each side and shared a kiss with Manny’s cock head between our lips. Manny moaned and groaned as we worked on his pole, he had a hand on the back of each of our heads. I grabbed Manny’s hips and turned him toward Cooper, I spread Manny’s cheeks and licked his pink pucker as Cooper devoured his cock.

After a few minutes, Manny gasped, “oh shit, somebody fuck me already.”

Cooper motioned for me to sit in the chair, Manny turned and climbed on my lap, slowly lowering himself onto my erect manhood. I watched in the mirror as he started to bounce up and down, his big cock flopped with every bounce. Cooper came to my side, and I gladly took his pole into my mouth. I released Cooper’s cock and panted, “I want you to fuck me while I fuck Manny.”

Manny and I stood, then Manny leaned on the chair, his sexy ass sticking out before me, I pushed in. Cooper took his position behand me and spread the precum that was dripping from his cock across my hole. He slowly pushed in and seconds later we were all three in rhythm, my cock buried deep in Manny’s warm hole and Copper buried in mine. The sound of skin slapping skin and moans echoed in the air. I could feel that I was getting close, but I didn’t want this to end just yet, thankfully, Cooper whispered in my ear, “it’s my turn to get fucked by you.” I certainly wasn’t going to argue.

Cooper stepped back as I pulled out of Manny. Cooper reclined the chair, he laid on his back and pulled his legs up in the air, exposing his magnificent hole. I gave him a couple sloppy licks and aimed my erection at its target. Just as my cock disappeared inside Cooper, I felt Manny’s dick at my opening.  I paused fucking Cooper long enough to allow Manny to push in. Once again, we got into a quick rhythm. I leaned down and kissed Cooper as Manny pounded my ass, causing me to pound Cooper. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, Cooper must have seen the look in my eyes. He said, “give me your seed, flood my hole.” That was all I needed to hear, I let out a final grunt and exploded. This caused the muscles in my ass to squeeze Manny’s dick and he was soon filling my love canal with creamy white swimmers. Cooper and I shared another kiss as Manny kissed my neck.

Manny stood up, he gave me a kiss as I got off of Cooper, he said, “I think we need help Copper get off.” I smiled and agreed as we pulled Cooper to his feet. We went to our knees and began to orally service Cooper and kiss each other. I didn’t take long for Cooper’s nuts to tighten and his breath to quicken. He reached down and gave his cock a couple of quick strokes, Manny and I remained at the end of Cooper’s cock with our tongues out. Copper began to shoot, the first squirt landing on my tongue and the second on Manny’s. The rest of his load landing on our faces and in our mouths. Cooper pulled us to our feet, licked the cum from our faces, and we shared a cum-filled, three-way kiss.

We cleaned up and began to get dressed and I paid for my haircut. Manny chuckled, “you were right Cooper, he is a good tipper.”

I looked at Cooper, “do you tell him about all your hook ups?”

Cooper grinned, “I tell him everything, you are only one of two of our customers that we do this with.”

I asked, “so, you have done this together before?”

Manny nodded, “sure, we like to spice things up in our relationship from time to time.”

I was a little shocked, “your relationship?”

Cooper chuckled, “yeah, we’ve been together for over a year.”

 

The End.

1.

Nick Daou began his Saturday looking in the bathroom mirror. At 42 he was fit, affable and, mostly, even tempered. He had all his onyx black hair and good olive skin that bronzed in the sun. He had a long slim torso, well suited to certain clothes, like the low-slung pajama bottoms he wore that morning. Free of obligations for a man of his age, he should have had little to vex him.

He put on a full pot of coffee, though he didn’t know if Cody would be joining him. He often didn’t anymore, sometimes leaving home for the day without a word to Nick. But after so many years, habits and hope die hard.

He was half delighted and half full of dread when Cody did come padding out to the kitchen bar in a t-shirt and boxers. Nick offered him coffee or even breakfast, which Cody declined, though at least he said a few words. Then he poured himself his own cup, as if NIck had ever asked.

Things had been tense between them for a long time. For years, if Nick thought about it. He assumed it was a phase, but it had only seemed to get worse, Cody sometimes barely acknowledging his presence.

Nick had to wonder if they even liked each other anymore. He wondered when was the last time they played a board game, watched baseball or even just had a real laugh? They seemed to only live parallel lives in the same small home. He’d begun to foresee a future in which Cody would simply leave and cut him off entirely.

They’d tried counseling once, which was a waste of time. They both withheld the truth of whatever brought them there. And even now, Cody silently sipped his coffee, not even looking at Nick. It was as if they’d never loved each other, and Nick felt suddenly done.

“Cody,” Nick began, “I can’t do this any more. I’m sick of it. We have to get past this… this knot in our relationship. I know you don’t want to talk about it. But you’ve been angry with me for so long, and I don’t understand why. I don’t even care anymore what it is. I just want us to be like we used to. What do I need to do to make this okay?”

“You don’t want to know,” Cody replied, flatly.

“I do. Just tell me. I want to make things right. What do I need to do?”

“Okay then,” said Cody. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. What I want is to blow you. Right now.” He mimicked jerking a dick into his mouth with his fist. “And maybe you fuck me after.”

Nick did not mistake Cody’s surliness for insincerity. “Oh.”

It wasn’t the first time someone had wanted sex from Nick. Game knows game, they say. He’d been flirted with and propositioned at gas stations, on airplanes, buying groceries. Not as hostilely as Cody just did. But, yeah, men, women. All sorts of people.

He just wasn’t expecting one to be his own son.

2.

It had been like this since puberty worked its transformative magic on Nick.

As a boy he was so scrawny that his big beefy cousins, the full Lebanese ones, mocked him relentlessly for it. They were heavyset and hairy, even as teenagers, and thought his mixed ancestry feminized him. But when testosterone and sports converged in his slight body, the effect was transformative. Though he remained slender, his chest, shoulders and biceps filled out, and his waist and belly appeared sculpted.

The cousins noticed and called him pretty boy. But he could only seem pretty to bruisers like them. He had a masculine face with thick black eyebrows, a long strong jaw and heavy-lidded eyes. His body hair came in satyr-like, sprouting and spreading from the center of his chest to his nipples, trailing down his flat belly into his bush, and covering his long legs and even the bottom of his rear with faint fur.

When his body changed the cousins leered at him at the neighborhood swimming pool. They invented reasons to make physical contact, and their hands lingered on him when they did. But whatever the reason for their change, they didn’t mock him less for it.

One day in the pool locker room one of them tripped him, and they all laughed. One pretended to piss on him, and then others did too, but not pretending. He could have tried to get up, but they outnumbered and outweighed him, so he stayed there, waiting for them to finish, as they would.

But when they were done with their piss they stayed over him, dicks in their hands. They joked about the size of his ears, and how they’d work like handles to hold his head to their dicks. That was better than his ass and hips which were too slim to be of any use.

He could hear the smacking of soapy lather on skin, and he felt a hot splat on his back. Then another, as one cousin’s load of hot white cum hit the ruddy skin of his shoulder. Yet another hit the small of his back, and the last hit his neck and ear.

When they left him there he rose to his feet, letting the shower water rinse off their urine and cum. He was surprisingly at ease with what had happened.

Unlike their previous mockery, this was something else only disguised as degradation. It made them weaker, and him stronger.

He was desired.

3.

“That’s the price,” Cody said. “Sex. You and me. And it’s been a long time coming.” He sat back and folded his arms across his chest, as if to say Your move.

“What makes you think I would ever go along with this?” Nick asked, incredulous. “I mean you’re a good looking kid and all, but doesn’t this seem a little complicated?”

“Because you owe it to me.”

“I owe it to you? Cody, I pay part of your tuition. You live in my house – our house – that I pay for, I buy the food you eat like the young horse you are. And I owe you sex? Is there some debt I forgot about?”

“You. Know.” Cody insisted.

“If you want someone to indulge in some coy game, Cody, you’ve come to the wrong shop.”

“Fine, I’ll tell you,” Cody answered. “You owe me for being the biggest cocktease I’ve ever known in my whole life. To me.”

“What?” laughed Nick. He leaned back against the kitchen counter, shaking his head. “What the hell are you even talking about?”

Cody was firm in his position. “You are a 100% flirt.”

Nick was silent in response.

“When I was a teenager you were always walking around shirtless, just like you are now” Cody said. “And looking like you do, and with your pants half off too.”

“My pants were never off. Not at home. Not counting in the bedroom or bathroom,” Nick insisted, mindful that he was often, by habit, shirtless. “I never did that.”

“You’re doing it right now,” Cody said coolly. “Dad, I can literally see your pubes.”

Nick looked down at the pajama waistband resting on the base of his cock. “I have narrow hips.”

It was true, he did have narrow hips and his pants liked to rest low. There wasn’t a clear boundary between the soft fur on his flat belly and the bushy area below, and it showed off his obliques. There was nothing wrong with looking good.

“You knew how you looked, and you knew I was gay.”

“I knew you were my kid. Cody. Come on. This is bullshit.”

“Dad, I swear, if you don’t stop lying I will come over there and put you in a half nelson.”

“Try me, pal,” Nick said, and afterwards thought even that sounded like flirting.

“Dad, you knew. I know you knew. I was a horny as hell teenager, and the straight boys were dating and they were getting laid. And I just… I wanted to know what a man looked like and felt like, and there I was, cooped up with you.”

“Cody, this is crazy talk. I was not trying to seduce a teenage boy.”

“Okay Dad. Fine. You weren’t trying to seduce me. But I want you to tell me one thing, and I want you to swear to be honest.”

“Okay, I swear. Shoot.”

“Let’s just say that you weren’t trying to seduce me. Fine. But when I was a lonely gay teenager desperate for some kind of affirmation of my feelings, and you were hovering around with your hairy chest and abs and tan, and… and your jeans practically hanging off your dick, and all I wanted in the world was for you to fuck my brains out… are you telling me you didn’t know? At all?”

Nick sighed.

This would not be easy to answer.

4.

Nick was born comfortable in his body. He had a certain confidence that maybe came with a big dick. Or he was just a boy at a time when boys weren’t expected to be self conscious about such things. But everything physical came easy to him. He excelled at sports, and when he worked out his body was responsive.

He enjoyed competing with other boys and later, and even more, men. He liked being right in the musky scent of their sweat as their chests and bellies clapped against each other on the neighborhood basketball court. He liked how their hairy arms and legs brushed up against each other’s. He liked the teasing of it too, holding the ball at a distance with his long arms, saying “You want it? Take it.”

He wasn’t cocky about it. He didn’t lose, but he didn’t lord his ability over other guys, when he could have. If anything, he made sure to win only slightly, leaving his opponents hungry to play him again, and again.

The games with women he was expected to play interested him less. They liked to own being attractive, but so did he. And they had designs on his body and time that didn’t sync with his own ideas for either. That was probably why his marriage ended.

But he was a safe outlet for guys. He wasn’t so conventionally handsome or built enough to be intimidating. He was fit enough, and free enough, to be an aspiration, especially as his friends took on more responsibility and aged more visibly. Nick occupied a rare position for straight guys, in which they couldn’t tell if they wanted to be him or fuck him.

Even at work as a factory machinist, he was just one of the guys, but the one who came and went seemingly at will, good with his hands, and even in his work garb his tool belt rode low on him and had a certain sexual quality.

The one time he had a threesome with a woman and another man, the guy was almost more into him than the woman. He was drawn to Nick’s air of assurance and his feline musculature. When they were both in the women Nick coaxed a load out of the other guy by his cock grazing the other, as surely as if it had hit his prostate.

He would never in a million years say he was bi. It was never about what he was attracted to, but about who was attracted to *him*. He wasn’t straight or gay or bi. He was an opportunist, with a solitary prowling nature.

When the marriage ended it hurt Nick’s pride, but he was never one to fight the inevitable. And that was followed by relief. He’d be truly free again, and in his prime. But when Cody wanted to live with him, well, that was a surprise.

Being a dad handicapped that Nick’s options. He liked to keep his sex life assiduously divided  from his domestic life. If that meant fewer chances at sex than he had opportunity, that would have to do. There were always enough looking and flirtations to sustain him.

Like Nick at that age, Cody’s testosterone came on full force, filling out his slight frame. But now full of primal drives, Cody took a shine to him. Nick didn’t do anything to incite it. It never occurred to him that Cody would feel that way. But then he did. Nick could feel eyes on him, and there were other clues as well. He still never, not for a moment, expected it to be anything more than a passing teenager thing.

But with each year, Cody’s own masculinity and lustiness seemed to increase. The summer Cody turned 18 and truly came into his own, the two paced around each other like panthers in a zoo enclosure. They were companions and competitors, each trying to dominate too small a territory for either, desperately wanting to be something to each other and to be free of each other.

It ached in Nick that he had appetites he’d suppressed, chances he’d missed out on, and for this.

But still, he agreed to Cody living at home while he went to college. Not agreed exactly. It was never a question on Cody’s part, but an assumption.

And that brought him to this.

5.

“Man, I don’t know,” Nick said. “I just do some shit naturally. I don’t think about it. Do you think about everything you do?”

“I’m not like you,” Cody answered. “You know I wouldn’t even take off my shirt at the beach when I was a kid.”

“No, but later,” Nick countered. “After you started wrestling and muscled up. When you’d walk around cocky as fuck with that singlet crawling up your ass like it was carrying two melons, and your semi showing in your crotch – and it is showing, Cody, all the time, so you know – and your coach slapping you on the ass. Is that all a plan of yours?

“Because I’ll tell you, it gets noticed. And your coaches look like it’s all they can do to keep their hands off you.”

“You sound a little jealous,” Cody said with a smirk.

“Yeah, maybe so. Fuck, Cody. Yeah, sometimes I felt… excluded.” Nick had never articulated the word before, not even to himself.

“How could I exclude you? Dad. All I wanted was your attention. All I wanted was you.”

“Cody, how many years did I walk by your bedroom, hearing the smack smack smack of you jerking off, and it smelling like sweat and cum, and… acting like it was nothing.”

He’d wanted to say and you ogling your wrestling buddy while I go to stick my dick in a fleshlight in the room next door because that’s what I had, but thought better of it.

 “So yeah. Maybe I felt a little excluded.”

The whole thing was a mess. Maybe it was wrong for them to live together the way they did, practically a couple in too small a house. Neither had enough privacy, but they’d both been lonely, each in their own way. Maybe they’d pretended for too long.

“What did you want me to do, Cody? Get flabby and bald? Wear dad jeans? Did you want me to be a boring old man dad?”

“So you admit it?” Cody asked.

“I admit I could sometimes… feel you watching me. I maybe noticed when you pressed up against me longer than you used to. Or when my t-shirts or underwear went missing. But it seemed harmless. I thought you’d grow out of it.”

“Well I haven’t grown out of it yet. But you knew when I swiped your underwear and stuff?”

“Yeah.”

“I was jerking off in them.” Nick did the laundry. He knew. “I still do.”

They were at an impasse, but both were exposed. And instead of being vulnerable, they both were liberated.

“How are you feeling?” Nick asked.

“Hard as fuck,” answered Cody.

“Me too,” said Nick, his loose-fitting pajama bottoms fully tented out.

6.

Cody came out to Nick as gay as a senior in high school, but Nick had guessed it sooner.

Cody had been a scrawny kid like Nick himself, but somehow never had the same confidence. Nick wondered what that was about.

He thought that might change when Cody’s body became more manly.

Like Nick he stayed slim, but his shoulders broadened and he developed downy curls forming a treasure trail right down his abs. He was more conventionally handsome than Nick, with more of his mother’s softer features, but not feminine.

But something was still holding him back. Even after he started wrestling and got a little more built, even building up more a rear end than Nick ever had. He was a good wrestler, though he started a little late.

Nick again hoped Cody was finding his way when he made some wrestling buddies. He liked inviting them over, and Nick at first liked their company.

Strangely enough that was when they first started fighting.

Cody once told Nick to stop hanging around when he brought his new friends came over.

“Stop competing with me,” he said, even when Nick told him he was only being friendly. After that Cody invited them over less often, with one exception, and that led to their biggest fight of those days.

It was the one time they fought about Cody being gay, but it wasn’t even about him that. Not really.

There was one wrestler Nick thought he was maybe a little infatuated with. Tim. One weekend he wanted Tim to spend the night, and a little to Nick’s surprise they both slept in Cody’s bed. Then they did it again the next weekend. After that Nick said no more, and Cody was incensed.

The house was too small, Nick said. The kitchen was practically in the living room, there were only two bedrooms. You couldn’t so much as sniffle in one room without someone hearing it in another. Nick wanted some privacy.

“It’s my house too,” Cody pleaded. “Can’t I even have a sleepover?”

Nick said no. “You’re just a high school senior. I can’t have you having people in your bed with you, doing who knows what.”

Cody looked like he’d been hit with a fist. “You think we’re… this is because I’m gay?”

Nick hadn’t told anyone Cody was gay. Not his own sports buddies, not the guys at the factory. He hadn’t even asked Cody anything about it, not from the first day Cody told him. He was private and thought Cody would be too. But Cody didn’t have a secretive nature. He might stew on things, which was different. Or he might just blurt these things out. Something else he’d gotten from his mother in addition to his looks.

“No,” Nick said. “But you are. If you weren’t and you wanted to have a teenage girl sleeping over in your bed I wouldn’t say yes to that either.”

“It’s not even like that,” Cody said, his voice croaking. “Tim doesn’t even…”

And with that unfinished, Cody was done. A wall came up between them that day, that never came back down, and never would until they could figure out how to break it.

7.

They came around the breakfast bar fast, practically slamming their bodies up against each other’s, their mouths meeting and their tongues wrestling each other. Cody ran his hands over Nick’s torso, feeling all the lean muscle he’d fantasized about for so long, licking the rough neck and Adam’s apple, while Nick ran fingers into Cody’s curls, kissing his head.

Cody pulled Nick from the kitchen and then pushed to the nearby sofa, where he crawled up onto his lap to kiss him again. He worked his way down with tongue, teeth and lips into Nick’s hairy chest and belly, and then pulled open his pajama bottoms, letting his big dark dick stand free.

“Fuck,” Cody whispered, wrapping a hand around the base while he groped his own dick through his dampening boxers.

He crawled up onto the sofa beside Nick, leaned into hiss crotch and wrapped his lips around the head of Nick’s dick, and began to work his way down it, building his spit mixing with Nick’s precum as he did.

Nick had always had a weakness for getting head. So few women did it well, which maybe made Nick long for it more. But Cody knew what he was doing. No doubt he’d been at it for a while now, and the thought of it made Nick’s cock swell and surge more precum. Cody could tell and let out a low groan.

He worked Nick’s cock relentlessly, alternating between hand and mouth, working up more spit to lube it, letting Nick’s balls fill his other hand, pulling them down and gently rolling them side to side in his grip.

To reciprocate Nick reached down to Cody’s boxers to get his hand on the boy’s dick, but with a mouth full of cock Cody murmured a garbled *uh-uh* and twisted his hips to dissuade Nick.

Cody plunged the cock deeper to the top of his throat and then in, tightening around it and making Nick groan. He ran his hands over Cody’s neck and curling hair, resisting the impulse to shove.

After Cody had worked his way down so his lips met the base of Nick’s cock, right at the pubes, he raised his head, releasing the slick cock from his throat. While he stroked it with his fist, he turned to Nick. His eyes were watering, and his voice was thick from the thick fluids in his mouth and throat.

“I know what you like,” he said, and then hungrily swallowed Nick’s cock whole.

“Oh fuck,” moaned Nick, as deep in his own pleasure as his dick was in Cody’s throat.

Of course Cody knew. He probably studied Nick’s porn for years, all the images of men being deep throated, the pictures he’d jerked off onto. Cody knew it all, and he came prepared. And he was good at it.

He was so good he could take Nick pumping into his throat, even when it made him choke. He just kept at it, with an appetite Nick had never experienced before. He couldn’t get enough of Nick’s cock. He couldn’t get enough of Nick. He was sucking Nick off in a way most men would never know.

And the thought of that triggered something in Nick. He pushed Cody’s head down, finding somehow a yet deep space as his cock swelled and stiffened more. Cody gagged and his body fought against his desire, but he wouldn’t stop as Nick shot a load of cum straight down his throat.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Nick pleaded and demanded as Cody gulped down each new wave of cum. “Don’t stop.”

What he thought was We are never stopping this. Ever.

Nick pulled his head up to kiss him, slow and deep, tasting his own cum in the boy’s spit.

“That was so good,” he whispered, and guided Cody’s head back to his semi, to suck anything left.

When Cody had taken everything Nick’s balls could give him, Nick reached down to Cody’s crotch a second time.

“We have to take care of you,” he said.

“Not here,” Cody answered. He stood up and turned and walked away into Nick’s bedroom.

Nick sat still. Whatever might happen in that bedroom would be something they could never walk back from. They’d already gone past any sane limit.

But Cody was waiting. Waiting for him. “Dad.”

Nick rose to his feet and went in.

8.

Cody had already stripped out of his boxers and was standing on the bed.

He had a plastic bottle in one hand and was working its contents into his rear with the other, a hand between his legs, under his balls.

It was Nick’s lube from his bedside drawer, for quick jerkoffs. Cody knew where it was. No surprise, now. He must know where Nick’s fleshlight was too, and his other devices as well.

When Cody was done he stood up properly to face Nick.

He looked every inch the lithe wrestler he was, with the tight waist and ready stance, and the smooth skin on his supple muscles. His dick was a little shorter than Nick’s when erect, and paler, just as the two compared to each other overall.

Testosterone and working out do some crazy shit to a body, thought Nick.

Cody beckoned him to the bed, where Nick climbed up so they could kiss again while Cody worked Nick’s cock with his lube hand, feeling it stir.

Nick should have needed more time to work up another erection, but this wasn’t most times. Cody’s desire for him was so intense, and his body so appealing.

Cody pushed Nick down onto the mattress, and Nick complied, letting the boy crouch over him.

There he reached under to Nick’s dick, holding it up to his lubed hole, teasing the head against it.

“Can’t wait, huh?” Nick asked.

Cody pressed the head in, making them both gasp, and then worked the still growing cock in, inch by inch, with exceptional dedication.

He was no first timer, Nick thought, and that both excited Nick and made feel fiercely territorial at the same time.

He grabbed onto Cody’s hips and thrust into him, feeling his cock fully erect inside Cody. The boy let out a long groan as his velvet insides adjusted to the rigid pole in it. Nick rolled his hips back and thrust in again in a slight arc, and then again.

“Oh fuck,” Cody groaned. He was working his dropping dick with one hand, using the other to support himself as he leaned back to give Nick’s cock the clearance to shove up into him.

Nick fucked into Cody as hard as he could at this angle, turned on by the ecstasy in the boy’s face, and the way it played in the rest of his body, tensing on impact. He could feel Cody’s hole and insides working his cock hungrily too, tightening and pulsing, trying to milk him.

But Cody didn’t only know Nick. Nick knew him in return. They knew everything about each other, more than anyone else ever could.

He took his hands from Cody’s able hips and pulled his arms back behind his head, exposing his furry pits and letting his biceps swell.

“You like that?” he asked, and Cody grunted affirmatively.

He looked down to see Nick’s exposed armpits, the pale inside of his biceps and his chest. The sight made him jerk himself more frantically.

“I want you to cum on me,” Nick said. “I want *you* on me.”

“Oh God,” gasped Cody, so close.

Nick thrust in harder. The head of his cock had been teasing at the boy’s prostate, nudging it, but now he was punching it again and again.

“Do you want to cum on my tits,” Nick said. It was a word other men used about his chest in their sexual encounters with him. And Cody seemed to like it too.

He nodded vigorously, and only the warning of his muscles suddenly tensing, he shot a load of cum onto Nick’s abs and chest, streaking the fine black hair there.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Nick gasped, thrusting harder, his swollen cock fucking the cum out of the boy. 

Cody collapsed onto Nick, his dick draining onto their bellies as the last of his load seeped out.

“Finish in me,” he whispered.

9.

Nick smiled, preparing to thrust again. It shouldn’t take long, despite having just been blown. Post cum, Cody’s insides felt slicker and more tender and yielding, and that made him feel even harder. He was ready to cum again. But not like this.

He held onto Cody’s thighs to flip them around, so he could put Cody on his belly, and get behind him. He hated to pull out of the boy, even briefly, but there was no other way.

He grabbed Cody’s hips to pull his rear up, looking down lustily at the boy’s white globes and the glistening pink hole between them. He pressed the head of his dark cock against it, and shoved in.

There was no need to take it slow now. Cody’s hole knew him, had just taken Nick’s length and girth in full, and had no fight left in it. It was the easiest, most unimpeded way to rail into that sweet ass, the path of least resistance.

That didn’t stop Cody from groaning as Nick filled him up and tore into his ass, with good hard thrusts. Having just cum, it might be a little hard for Cody, Nick thought, but he’d be fine. And Nick was more about himself now. He’d done his duty, and he was entitled to take what he wanted. And this was it.

He pulled Cody’s hips back as he his hips thrust forward, and fuck, Cody’s ass felt so good. And it was there in Nick’s room, where he’d jerked off so many times, now finally doing something he wanted to do, though he’d never known it before.

He fucked with vigor, turned on by the sight of his own long torso as it whipped into Cody, and the sight of his own rough dark skin against Cody’s smooth creamy skin, his black pubes disappearing into Cody’s hole as he filled him up.

He dropped his weight onto Cody to pump into him more deeply, and so he could wrap his arms around the boy, grabbing at his pecs and feeling his abs. Oh fuck, he remembered that his load from earlier was still in there, in Cody’s belly, and now with his ass full of cock. It was almost too much. 

How he wanted this and deserved it. It was his ass to take, and his pleasure to have. 

He felt his cock swell, and he thrust hard as he shot his load into his groaning son.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Nick gasped as he flooded Cody’s insides, and then slow pumped till he was done.

He pulled out and flopped onto his back. They both breathed hard and felt the sweat on their bodies cool.

Cody turned onto his side, and Nick could see Cody’s semi, again dripping precum.

“Well, I guess we both did okay in the dick department,” he said.

10.

The sheets and their bodies were streaked, and hand and dick printed with lube, cum and saliva.

“It’s a biohazard in here,” Cody said, and they and they laughed together, for the first time in a long time.

Nick sat on the floor of the bathroom with Cody, regretfully purging his insides of what Nick left in him. They showered together, washing each other’s chests and backs, cocks and holes, kissing occasionally. Nick could see that somehow he’d made a good, strong and beautiful son. If he ever let someone into his own tight hole, he hoped it would be Cody.

“You’re my number one guy,” he said to Cody, as the hot water ran off their skin.

“You’re mine too,” Cody answered. “Always were.”

Nick made breakfast, bacon and eggs. Some fatty salty food never tasted so good as it did right after fucking.

They made the bed together, and afterwards, Nick pulled on his pajamas. Cody opened Nick’s dresser and retrieved a long sleeve t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs. The shirt was more snug on Cody than Nick in the shoulders, chest and pits, but his junk was a good fit in Nick’s boxer briefs. They were a match that way.

“Still stealing my underwear?” Nick asked.

Nick stretched out in his bed – or as it might now be, their bed – crossed his ankles and folded his hands behind his head. Cody climbed in after him, yawning. He gave Cody free rein to explore his body with his fingers, touching all the parts he’s longed to know for so long.

As Nick drifted off, he thought there was so much yet undone between them, if little left unsaid.

– End –

Steve arrives at the office expecting a normal day, sits at his desk and starts his work.   Steve is 58, 5’9″ 180lbs married guy with salt and pepper hair.  Steve gets a call letting him know there is a problem at one of their sites over on the coast and will need to head over there  to assess the issues and see what can be done.   he is told it may take a few days and to meet up at the hotel with another coworker, Jack.   Jack can fill him in on the drive and they will share a room so that they can save on expenses and work through removing the sites issues.

Steve calls his wife and let’s her know he is on his way home to grab his stuff and will be out of town for a few days.   he let’s her know he will leave is car as a guy from work named Jack will pick him up in an hour and they will head out.

Steve gets home and grabs his suitcase and some clothes and waits for Jack.   Steve and Jack worked one other job together not too long ago so Steve knew the ride would be to bad but they could catch up on things and make plans while traveling.

Jack pulls up to Steve’s house and rings Steve’s cell to let him know he is there.   Steve comes out and they exchange pleasantries while Steve pits his stuff in the back seat and then gets in the car.

Thanks for picking me up Jack this should help us get prepared and hopefully get back soon.   how did your wife take the news we had to be out of town for a few days, mine wasn’t overly pleased.   Jack said mine was fine as long as the paycheck comes in she prefers when I’m not home.   Steve says I hear you man, mine doesn’t like when I’m away but likes not being asked for favors if you know what I mean and laughs.

Jack laughs and said man favors stopped for me years ago.   Mary palmer ihas been my best friend for years.    Steve says I heat you man, begging bucks but seems better than nothing.   The two stop for lunch and hit a rest stop along the way.   As the guys are on the men’s room pissing they hear sound like someone moaning in the stalls and Jack says I bet someone’s getting head to Steve and Steve says fuck man it’s been years for me, he must have convinced his girlfriend it was safe before we walked in.   jack laughed.   They tucked their cocks away Jack noticing Steve was a little clubbed up and went and washed their hands and left.

During the drive Jack said you know that wasn’t his girlfriend giving him head right?   Steve said no way his wife was unless they were just married and she is kinky as he’ll.   Jack starts laughing so hard he starts to choak and says man that was another dude.  Steve said shot I didn’t think of that.   Jack said I have a friend how says don’t knock it until you try it.  Guys give the beat head as he adjust his croch as Steve now notices Jack’s bulge.

They get to the site and start assessing things and pack up for the day.   Jack says let’s grab some food and then head to the hotel.  the two eat and then go to check in. When they get to the room Jack says I’m going to jump in the shower and then relax a bit do you want another beer or something stronger? Beer is fine but I have to say I’m a little buzzed from dinner I normally don’t drink this much but what the he’ll.

Jack comes out of the shower wrapped in a towel and says all your buddy.   Steve says thanks man and heads in.   Steve thinks to himself Jack looks pretty good at 59 with his gray hair and 5’5″ or so stature and looks thinner than him.   Steve says damb man get it together why the he’ll are youbthinking Jack is hot, must be the guy getting head at the rest stop that has me thinking this shot.  Steve takes his shower and comes out in his shorts and t-shirt.

Jack closes his laptop quickly and rearranges his towel and says oh didn’t realize you were done already.   Jack says didn’t you tell me on the last trip you don’t normally wear clothes to bed.   Steve says that’s true as I like the freedom but didn’t want to weired you out I can sleep in shorts or take them off once I’m under the covers.   it’s only us guys and I don’t mind hanging out naked to be honest.  Steve says I haven’t been naked with anyone but my wife  since high school.

Jack says we are guys feel free and says if your cool with it I would love to be free to just let it all hang out if you know what I mean.  Steve says no problem here and Jack say I wanted to ask when the last time you had set was and Steve choaks on his swig of beer and says what?   well you said you have to beg and I told you it been years for me.   it’s been about 3 weeks and honestly now that I had to go out of town it will be a few more weeks as there will be some other excuse.

Jack says to be honest I haven’t jacked off in a week and need a release and if we are going to be together for the next few days your going to notice me getting very horny and grumpy if I don’t get off soon.   Steve said it’s been a few days for me too.   I haven’t jacked off inthe same room with a guy since college when my buddy walked into the room and caught me.   he laughed and said I do it all the time dude I’m surprised you don’t hear me at night.   I lost my hatdon and got dressed but then he started jerking off and maoning and talking dirty regularly so I would jerk off under the covers it was hot.

Fuck Steve that is hot I’m chubbing up already and takes his towel off and opens his laptop.   want to watch some corn.    what the he’ll why not Steve says and takes off his shirt and shots and sits on his bed.   Jack said sit over hear so you can see the screen.  Steve says are you sure?  Jack says he’ll yeah and says what kind of pirn do you like?   Steve said all but I like spitroasting to be honest hbu?

Jack says that will work but waterworks is cool too.   Jack types spitroasting and  says I’m going to click the screen when you say now and that will be what we watch.   Steve says Now and Jack clicks.  the port that comes up starts with a guy pounding an ass and saying fuck yeah take my cock while you stuck his cock.   both guys are getting hard and then the camera angle moves to a close up on lips surrounding a rock hard cock and both guys say oh yeah suck that cock and the screen pans out to should a guy is in the middle and Steve says oh sorry man I didn’t know this was way pork.   Jack said who cares its hot as fuck and they all love it.

Steve says true and they both look at each others hard hardons.   Steve thinks to himself good thing he’s only a little bigger than me.     Jack says your wife really doesn’t like to suck on your cock?   it looks perfect.   Steve says no she stopped years ago.  Steve says your wife doesn’t enjoy sex anymore either?  Jack says no and reaches over and wrapped his han around Steve’s cock and says does this feel good.   Steve gasps and says oh fuck yes and says sorry.   Jack say no enjoy it feel free to touch mine if you want.   Steve reaches over and grasps Jack’s hard cock and says you feel hot and it feels good.

Jack says that’s it stroke my cock.  neither of the two guys are paying attention the the laptop any more but hear the guys moans.   Steve says fuck this feels good.   Jack says wait I can make it feel even better and leans over and takes the tip of Steve’s cock in his mouth and Steveman’s and says oh fuck yes.   Oh my God Jack that feels so good.   jack pulls off of Steve’s cock and says let’s get in a 69 position, you don’t have tosuck my cock but if you want you can do whatever you like.  they move around and jack starts going down on Steve taking his cock all the way to the base and Steve says oh fuck that feels so good, your going to make me cum if you keep that up.

Steve starts licking Jack’s balls and then his shift.   Jack says that feels great Steve do what you want, feel free to suck it if you want and if you don’t like it no problem.   Jack goes back to aucking Steve and Steve now stars to take Jack in his mouth and moans as Jack is getting him close.   Steve pulls Jack’s ass closer taking more of his cock in his mouth as he moans and bobs up and down.   Steve pulls off of Jack’s cock and says I’m getting really close Jack you better pull off or I’m going to shoot.    Jack continues with determination and Steve pulls Jack’s ass closer to him saying fuck yes such my cock and tak my fucking load, oh yes that’s it I’m going to shoot, oh fuck as Steve shutters and releases volly after volly of his seed down Jack’s throat.

Steve still pulling Jack as close to him as possible moans and says your driving me crazy it so sensitive now so Jack pulls off.   Steve says fuck that was amazing and starts sucking on Jack’s cock and perking him off and roll Jack onto his back so he can get a better rhythm with his hand and mouth and Jack says oh yes your tongue feels amazing that’s it Steve I’m getting close.   Steve pulls the head of Jack’s coxk out of his mouth and vigorously Jack’s him as Jack start thrusting up and starts shooting his load and his seed sprays on Steve’s chin, his cheek, his neck and chest.

Steve rolls over and exhausted and great full and says fuck that was hot.   Jack says oh I’m not quite done and as he turns around he says I don’t like to waste my cum and licks Steve’s chin, then his cheek and Steve says holy shit that is so hot.  jack puts his hands on Steve’s shoulders and finishes licking up his cum.

Steve says fuck I’m still hard. I haven’t stayed hard like this for years.   Jack say… I think we are going to have a great few days…