Date: Sun, 5 Sep 1999 21:02:11 +0300
From: none none <desert_rat_98@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hurricane Warning, Part 4 (MM, Adult Friends)

This story depicts graphic sex acts between consenting gay males.  If gay
sex offends you or is illegal at your locality, you'd better move on.
Other wise, I hope you enjoy my story.

This is the final part of the story "Hurricane Warning."  If you have not read
parts 1 through 3, you might want to before continuing.  I apologize for the
illogical break between part 3 and 4 but that was the only point where it was
possible.

I'd like to thank all the many men (and women!) who have sent me messages about
the story.  And to Dirk, I hope the silk boxer shorts are still as enticing as
they were in the first part!

My characters always swallow cum freely and the only time rubbers are worn is if
you expect some hunk to lick the cum off your cock after you fuck his legs off.
In the real world, exercise caution; play safe and live long.

As always, I appreciate comments and story suggestions are always welcome.  The
greatest compliment I can receive is that my stories made you hard or made you
want to pop a load.


Hurricane Warning - Part 4
Copyright c1999 by The Desert Rat

Without realizing it, I had my cock out and was stroking it at the remembrance
of the sex that first weekend as I surveyed the inside of the fridge.  My knob
stung.  I looked down at it and the ridge was red and inflamed from the work out
William had given it that morning.  I was glad Claire wouldn't be looking for
sex when she got home and that she seldom joined me in the bathroom when I got
ready for work.  Hopefully, it wouldn't be noticed until it would heal.  William
was lucky having a foreskin to absorb the friction.

I had finally decided to ask William why he wasn't circumcised.  It was mid
afternoon on Sunday of that first weekend of our week together.  We were in
Brad's living room.  I could tell William was getting restless because he was
pacing and when he wasn't doing that, he was surfing through the TV channels.
Brad had one of those digital satellite systems so William had a lot of channels
to surf through.  He was starting to make me nervous and I was wondering if this
entire week together wasn't going to be a mistake.  William got up and walked to
the glass door overlooking the deck.  "Hey, would you like to go out and catch
some rays on the deck?" he asked.

"Sure buddy, that sounds great I'll go get my gym trunks," I said as William
walk over to where I lay sprawled out in an oversized chair that would easily
accommodate two people.  He reached out for my hand and once I had extended it
to him, he pulled me to my feet and took me in his arms kissing me with his
tongue which seemed to be nudging my tonsils.  It made me think he had other
things in mind although according to the guidelines we had set, we weren't ready
for sex for another two hours.  My prick didn't know fuck all about any
guidelines and it twitched and started filling with blood.

William broke the kiss.  "I was thinking maybe we'd do it nekkid."  William had
a way of saying naked with a heavier Texas accent that was so throaty it was
indecent sounding.  I smiled at him and kissed him back as my answer.  Neither
of us ever sun bathed nude so I was a little concerned for a sun burn on our
crotches and asses.  That would for sure ruin the rest of the week.  While
William experimented with the sound system to get the outside speakers for the
stereo working, I retrieved a couple of towels we could drape over us after a
suitable length of time.

Brad's deck was cantilevered off the back of the house which was about ten feet
above the sloping lot.  The privacy was complete and unless someone was hovering
in a helicopter, no one could see us.  The day was hot as was typical for that
time of year in Southern California.  We choose one of the double chaise lounges
and lay side by side.  Laying naked outdoors and being next to William was such
an erotic experience.  I couldn't take my eyes off of him.  I discovered that
his body hair reflected the sunlight and made his body seem to glow.  His soft
prick was laying across his honey colored bush.  It looked so inviting but I had
to wait.  We had sworn we would be disciplined and spread the sex out and it was
a violation to start too early.  I sighed with my resolution to keep to the
rules but again, my prick thought differently and started to get hard.  I did my
best to ignore it but soon, had to flip over on my belly to hide the obvious.

With the warmth of the sun and Kenny G's music wafting around me, I guess I
dozed off because it seemed like far too soon, I felt William's hand on my ass
and then he was covering me up.  I turned my head and saw he was completely hard
too.  I rolled over and he laughed at my having a hard-on also.

"I'd like to have sex right out here in the open but I'm afraid we would get sun
burned.  As it is, your ass is a little pink.  It's a good thing Claire won't be
back for a few days.  It would be very hard to explain!"

I got up and pulled William to his feet and lead him over to a canvas canopy on
one end of the deck.  In the center of the sheltered area was another large bed
covered in canvas that matched the canopy and curtains that created a room that
could become private by pulling the curtains closed.  In the corners of the
pavilion were clusters of palms.  Just like the mirrored womb, this area also
had a mountain of pillows.  William, forever curious saw a switch and had to see
what it turned on.  We heard a mechanical whir and then suddenly the area was
blanketed with a fine mist that was emanating from tubing and nozzles hidden
under the canopy.  William's body quivered and he bounced up and down.  "Neat!"
he said with a huge open mouthed grin.  He pulled me down into the pile of
pillows and then into his arms.  He wasted no time sliding his tongue in my
mouth.

We continued to kiss for a while and then William broke the kiss.  We were both
hard as steel.  William smiled at me.  A very small, almost a shadow of a smile
and then he lowered his head and his eyes to where he was looking at my chest.
Then with out raising his head, he looked up at me and gave me his shy little
boy smile that told me something was about to be asked of me.  I'd seen it at
work a couple of times and that was always with women in the office.  I wasn't
certain he even knew he was doing it.  Maybe it wasn't a practiced ploy but in
reality, was his being shy about asking something.  But it worked every time.
It would this time too.

"Would you do something for me?  You don't have to if you don't want to and I
really won't mind if you don't.  I know it is going to sound stupid but it's
just something I've been thinking about all week."

"Sure, buddy, try me."  I wasn't concerned and knew I could say yes without
knowing the details.  I knew William well enough to where I knew he would never
ask me to do anything gross or demeaning.

"Well, you remember that first night?" he started out still giving me that shy
smile.  He was looking more at my chest than at me.

"I doubt I will ever forget it!"

"Well, you remember how you did me first and I just laid there?"

"Yeah?"

"Well," he looked away, "Will you suck me off just like that again?  I don't
want to do anything but lay here and enjoy it.  Then I'll suck you off or you
can fuck me but I just want it like that just this once."

I laughed lightly; he was such a sweetheart.  "I can't think of anything I'd
rather do!"  His smile got bigger.  I pushed him over on his back and straddled
his hips leaning to where our hard cocks were pressed together and then kissed
him deeply.  Breaking the kiss, I moved down to suck his nipples a while making
him squirm and sigh and then moved down between his legs and spread them.  His
cock was already rock hard but I wanted to prolong this for his pleasure as much
as mine.  I sucked his balls, those heavy globes that never got a fraction of
the attention his cock did. It seemed fitting that a little appreciation for
their important role in our sex was in order. After all, they were the vessels
that held his nectar.  As we always did, I alternated between them starting
with the lower hanging right one and then moving to the left one.  The feel of
his course ball hair providing a different feel to my mouth than when his cock
filled it.  Yes, this act should be more a part of our sex.  I'd have to
remember to do it more often.

I moved to his prick, which was standing proudly off his belly as it always did.
That time with Todd had been too drunken to know what it was like but William's
cock seemed to be the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.  I wrapped my fist
around him, tightening the loose skin on the solid shaft, pulling it upright and
giving it a squeeze.  A drop of his pre-cum seeped out.  With the tip of my
tongue I lightly licked it up.  William's shaft jerked in my fist.  I ran my
tongue slowly around his knob.  William responded with a deep inhale and slow
exhale of breath.  I opened my mouth and took half of him in.  I know I could
have taken it all but I rather liked seeing part of his shaft rising up from his
thick bush as my tongue massaged his pole.

"Oh buddy, that is perfect.  Suck me real slow.  Let's see how long we can make
this last."  He propped himself up on the pillows and got comfortable like he
was expecting this to take a while.  I was more than willing to give him this.
He was right, with the exception of that first night, our sex had always been
mutual acts.  I was surprised I hadn't thought about it but I hadn't been
kidding him when I said it was the one thing I really did want to do.  I started
sucking him slowly, moving with just enough motion to keep from staying on one
spot too long.  Even when I took him all the way down my throat, it was slowly
and the sensation of having his knob slide in my throat so slowly was thrilling
to me.

Every once in a while, I'd pull off of him and work his balls over again.  They
were getting tighter but I could still get them in my mouth.  William lay there
silently watching me but periodically, a soft sigh or moan would come from him.
Then I'd move back to his steadily dripping cock.  I already had a deep fondness
for this reaction.  The flavor seemed to add something to the suck making it
even more erotic.  William and I were both heavy drippers.  Mine was now making
a wet spot on the towel I was laying on.  We were doing our best to not damage
anything and I had taken this precaution.  I opened my mouth as wide as I could
and lowered myself on him with no contact with his cock until it hit my throat
and slid in.

"Oh yes!" William gasped out pushing his crotch against my mouth.  "Juuussst
like that!"  I closed my mouth and slid out slowly, even the polish on his knob
was slow and light of touch.  "Man this is torture!"

I slid off him and smiled.  "Slow enough for you?" I asked.

"Yes, now just lick me for a while."  I did, from his tight balls up the base
and shaft and then down the top side, wetting ever inch with spit from my
watering mouth.  Then back again.  The pleasure on his face was an incredible
sight.  I was giving this to him, something that he had wanted but was afraid to
ask of me.  We were going to have to learn to not be afraid to ask things like
this of each other.  I went back to work on him.  After a longer period of
sucking slowly, he pulled out of my mouth.  "I'm getting close.  Can we make it
last a while longer?  Then I'll do you."  I smiled my answer and worked the
insides of his thighs over with my tongue and then his rippled belly and finally
his chest before moving back down to his rod.  That ever dripping and twitching
pillar of flesh and blood that had brought out my deeply hidden desires.

I wasn't on him too long until he was squirming and I knew it was almost over.
I slowed even more but he was too far gone to try to prolong it any more.  He
pulled me off him one last time.  "Just lick me, see if you can make me cum that
way."  I started running my tongue over just his knob and that valley of skin
inside the deep V under his knob.  Ever so slowly but with constant light
pressure.  His squirming grew more pronounced and his body was tensing for
longer periods.  His body thrashed and the first spurt hit part in my mouth and
part on my cheek.  Holding his shaft in my fist, I took his knob in and just
lapped at it while my hand felt the pulsing spasms that caused his jiz to shoot
out filling my mouth with his warm creamy fluid.  When the last spasm subsided,
I licked him lightly probing the sensitive knob until he pulled me off him and
into his arms.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" he said with that same little boy smile.

"Hey buddy, you're overreacting to this.  Did you ever think maybe I might want
to do that for you?  Remember, I like sucking you.  To make it a complete act or
just me giving it to you isn't something you should be afraid to ask for!  Come
on buddy; tell me when you want something like this.  If it isn't something I
can do, I'll tell you but don't hold it inside.  Okay?"

He smiled broadly and I could see he knew I was right.  "How do you feel about a
pink lace nightie?"  Then he started laughing.  I punched him.  "Oh, you prefer
a black one?" he said laughing more.

I pulled him in my arms and kissed him.  My cock in contact with his reminded
him it was my turn.  He pushed me over on my back and licked his way down to my
cock.  His suck was almost a complete duplicate of mine.  His mouth was so warm
and felt so good on me.  Just seeing his lips surround my cock reminded me of
the wonder that we had brought this out in each other.  Now, he was about to
swallow my man juice just as I had taken his.  I was more worked up than he was
even though I hadn't been playing with myself while I sucked him.  My sexual
tension had built the entire time I had been on him and I don't think I lasted
more than ten minutes.  My orgasm was intense as I watched his mouth on me
sucking my balls dry.

Afterward, we were holding each other as we always did.  We rather liked this
little pavilion.  The music was nice and there was something enticing about
being outside and being naked even though we had privacy.  I was rubbing his
balls when I noticed his limp cock with the foreskin covering part of his knob.
I lifted it up and examined it.  "Why aren't you circumcised?" I had asked.

"Well buddy, I didn't have a whole lot to say about it, now did I.  I think it
is possibly because we had an old country doctor and he must not have believed
in it.  Neither of my brothers or my father is either.  To be honest, it wasn't
until I was in high school that I even knew I was different.  By that time I was
at that age, you know when guys are still too uncertain about what is happening
with their own bodies and no one ever said anything about it.  When I was in
college it was more noticeable and I became self conscious about it for a while
and thought about having it done but just the thought of someone cutting my dick
scared the shit out of me.  Plus the girls I had sex with didn't mind it and
Steph actually liked it.  She said it was exotic to her.  Eventually, I guess I
just forgot about being uncut.  What do you think about it?"

"It's part of you.  I can't imagine you being any other way so I guess I'm okay
with it.  After all, it is your cock!"

"It's now yours too buddy, don't ever forget that."  William was silent for a
moment.  "Chas, I've been thinking about something.  I hope this doesn't sound
gross to you.  But I was thinking that your cum is actually part of your body
and not a by-product.  It's your living cells.  I've swallowed it and digested
it.  It became part of my body.  So in many respects, part of you lives as part
of me.  And that is also true for you.  Part of me lives in you.  Does that
sound crazy?"  He looked at me in a way that told me he wasn't joking about
this.

"I'd never thought about but I guess you are right.  I guess that makes us kind
of bound to each other doesn't it?  You know, like those ceremonies where people
become blood brothers?"

"Yeah, sort of."  I could hear relief in his voice that I hadn't laughed at what
he was saying.  I guessed that maybe he needed some reassurance that we would
stay together.  I hadn't thought there might be some need to assure him that
once my sex life with my wife resumed, he wouldn't get left behind.

"William, I know we have avoided this but I'm always going to want you.  We just
have to be patient and take our time when we can get it."

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me gently.  "I'll be waiting,"

Now, standing in my kitchen, I sighed deeply wondering just when that time would
come again.  I stuffed my cock back in my trunks and went to our bathroom to
look for some ointment to start the healing process for my over used and very
abused cock.  I found some and applied it liberally hoping it wouldn't take too
long before it was normal again.  Even limp, the poor thing was puffy looking
and one look at the knob was glaring evidence I had not been saintly this past
week.

I went back into the bedroom and was going to change the sheets and wash the
ones that were on the bed but I knew she would see through that.  She knew at
the very best I would just wash the ones that were on the bed and just put them
back on to not have to bother with folding them.  Whoa!  Why would I wash the
sheets anyway!?!  She knew I wasn't big on housework.  Why would I have changed
them if not to hide something?  Furthermore, why would I wash just the sheets
and not the hamper full of my work clothes?  I dashed to the bed and stripped
the spread off and took a deep breath of the sheets.  Claire had put fresh ones
on just before we left for the airport.  Good, they didn't smell freshly washed
but they weren't wrinkled either.  I was going to lie down for an hour or so
before leaving for the airport.  That would wrinkle them a little.  Like all our
sheets, these had flowers on them.  Not really my taste but Claire liked them.
I wondered what Claire would do if she saw the slick black Lycra sheets Brad had
in his sex chamber.  William and I had practically lived in that little room.
With it even having a TV set, we had spent every evening in there even when we
weren't having sex.  We also ate in there while we watched TV.

Yesterday afternoon, I guess we were both feeling the pressure of knowing our
time was almost over.  It wasn't as if it were a death sentence or something as
drastic but I had grown to enjoy being around him all the time.  We had just
finished a light lunch out on the deck and William was putting food away as I
rinsed the dishes.  When we finished, William guided me into the room we had
grown so found of.

"You want to watch a video?" he had asked.

"You mean a movie?  I had something else in mind," I said taking hold of his
soft cock and giving it a pull.

"Yeah, so did I.  I mean a porno.  We have pretty much just taught each other
about man sex.  Maybe we should watch some pros at work and maybe learn
something new."

I was surprised.  I know he had asked that one time to have me suck him but was
he trying to tell me he had become bored with our sex?  Remembering my vow to be
more open, I ventured forth.  "William, you trying to tell me something buddy?
If I'm not doing something right, tell me and we'll fix it.  Just don't try to
pull that nightie shit!"

He took me in his arms.  "You do everything perfectly and I'm very happy and
extremely satisfied with it.  I just thought maybe there was something we hadn't
thought of.  After all, it was about a month ago that you had no idea how to
suck a cock, right?  And now you give the best head I've every had."

I smiled at the offhanded compliment and relaxed.  "Yeah, you're right, I guess
I'm just getting antsy."  He knew what I meant.  Neither of us had spoken about
it.  We had about twenty-four hours left and then we would be parting.  I gave
him a long kiss.  "Okay, a vid but no popcorn!  You want to nibble, you an
nibble on me."

"I plan to," he said pushing me down on the bed.  We kissed a short while
feeling our cocks get harder and harder until they were stiff.  We rolled apart
and William scrambled down to look at the titles Brad had.  The TV cabinet was
built into the bed frame and the TV was about two feet above the surface of the
bed.  Under the TV was a VCR and under that a cabinet with doors that held the
video tapes.  Obviously the whole unit was built in place or else the room was
built around it.  Either way, I wondered what the workers thought of the set up.
Any speculation on my part was interrupted by William.

"Ah ha!" William exclaimed.  "Bradley left a vid in the unit.  Let's see what
kind of sex Brad likes."

"How would you know that from the tape?"

"Simple, you just look at where the tape stops.  That's where the guy pops his
nuts and is usually the spot he likes the best.  Don't you do that with videos?"

"Yeah, I guess I did when I was single.  We don't watch them and I don't own any
or even rent them.  Can't imagine even suggesting it to Claire."

"Yeah Steph and I did once and that was all.  I've still got a few that I had
from college.  After it became evident I had taken Stephanie away from him, my
room mate moved out and left some behind.  Steph wouldn't move in with me and
only slept there a couple of times a week.  So I had time to play.  I never
minded it.  I think it's a lot of BS about a guy's not supposed to jerk off.
And some guys don't have any other choice."  He sounded bitter and I wondered
why he would have made that remark.  He looked at me holding my eyes and then he
got serious.  "To be honest with you buddy, things between Stephanie and I
hadn't been real good for some time now.  She didn't want to come to California.
Oh, she moved okay, too stubborn to admit she was having to do something she
didn't want to do so she took it out on me.  Not overtly but in subtle ways.
Sex was the first thing.  When she wanted it, it was great but when she didn't,
but I had been persistent and she gave in, it was terrible.  A corpse would be
more responsive.  The last time I initiated it had been so bad I had faked my
orgasm when I realized I was going soft!  From then on, it had to be her idea or
it didn't happen.  And it wasn't often it did happen.  I started jerking off to
find some kind of release.  I was always up earlier than she was so I'd go in
the guest room and do it in there before going out for my run.  Since I do the
laundry, I could hide hand towels under the bed and just keep putting them back
when they were clean.  I don't think she ever knew."  Then he laughed.  "How'd I
get on that topic?!   You're gonna have to stop me when I do that, look, I just
about lost my hard-on!  Now lets see what Brad likes."

We settled back on the mound of pillows and William used the remote to start the
film.  It started with a man sucking another man.  The second it started, I
recognized the black background and the slightly receding hairline of the man in
the picture.  It was Brad and it was filmed in this very room.  "I don't think
we should be watching this."

William was slower to recognize him.  "Is that Brad?!"

"Yeah, I think so.  I don't think we should be seeing this, after all, he is our
boss."

"Ah come on, he won't know, we can rewind to where it started."  William wrapped
his fist around my shaft and gave it a pull.  I reached for him also.  I had to
admit it was kind of thrilling watching Brad in action.  I kind of felt like a
voyeur since we knew him.  As Brad worked the man's cock over, the camera panned
up and down the man's body.  I had been right about Brad's taste in men.  This
guy was a body builder and his muscles were so huge he looked deformed.  It also
made his cock look tiny sitting between a set of thighs that each looked to be
bigger around than William's waist.  We couldn't tell much about the cameraman
but it was obviously a third man kneeling next to the two others.

Then Brad pulled off the guy.  "I want to fuck you," he said.  A deep voice
responded that was okay with him.  Brad reached over to the platform tables next
to the bed and slid a drawer open, extracting a plastic squirt bottle.

Good ol' William, had to take a look.  I was surprised the drawers had escaped
his notice this long.  He rolled over and pulled it open but shut it quickly.
His eyes were opened wide and he looked to be shocked by what he had seen.
"What is it?" I said leaning that way.

He pushed me back.  "Don't look!  You don't want to know!"  He gave the table a
quick nervous look like he was afraid something was about to spring out.  With
this distraction we had stopped watching the film for a few seconds.  Brad had
lubricated himself and was about to penetrate the man.  "Would you look at
that?! William exclaimed.

"Look at it?  Buddy, I can't take my eyes off it."  William reversed the tape to
where Brad was lubricating himself.  The camera zoomed in.  "I didn't know men
could be that large.  He's bigger than both of us combined!"

"Well, I don't think I'd be THAT generous!" William snorted.  I knew that was
probably true but not by a whole lot.  It had to be a foot long and as wide as a
beer can but a lot more oval than William or I are.  Even though it was
obviously hard, it was so huge that it wasn't able to stand up like we did but
only stood out in front of him.

"Where does he keep that thing hidden?" I wondered.  I knew it would be
impossible to look at him again without blushing.  Brad lifted the man's legs to
his shoulders and started the long slide in.  The man shouted at the first probe
as the fist sized cock head slid in.  Slowly but relentlessly, more and more of
Brad's oversized tool slid home.  The recipient grunted and groaned.  The guy
with the camera handed something to the body builder who inhaled deeply from a
small bottle.  It seemed to lessen his groans.

We watched the entire fuck in silence not able to take our eyes away from the
screen.  We held each other's cock stroking them slowly.  The amateur cameraman
kept the camera moving and it was almost dizzying to see it pan and zoom too
fast to really see much of what was going on.  That added to the steady shaking
as he stroked his own cock while filming.  Once the initial shock of the size
subsided, the body builder got into the fuck and seemed to be enjoying what
seemed like it was going to split him open earlier.  Brad came inside the guy
first and then the body builder stroked himself off, blowing a respectable load
on his smooth chest.  Brad pulled out and his cock just hung limply between his
legs and he turned to the cameraman and pushed him back on the bed.  For a few
seconds, the camera pointed at the ceiling but the movement was too fast to see
anything of who it was.  Brad slid over to where he now lay and started sucking
the man's cock while the cameraman filmed himself being sucked.  The second man
had a well built body also although not as developed as the first.  The jerking
of the camera told us when the guy shot his spunk down Brad's throat.  Brad
raised up wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.  He looked at the camera.
"Shut that thing off," he said and an instant later, there was nothing but
static.

We lay there and continued to stroke each other.  We were both wet and slick
indicating we were excited by what we saw.  We both were too shocked and
possibly too embarrassed to speak at first.  Finally William said, "Where do you
think he meets these guys?"

"I don't know.  Do you think he pays them?"

"All I can say is it would take a hell of a lot of money to get me to take that
thing up my ass!"

I nodded my agreement.  "Have you ever thought about a three way?"

"With Brad?!?  No way!!"

"No!  I mean with someone else.  I don't think I could ever have sex with Brad
even if we hadn't seen this.  He is our boss and it wouldn't seem right.  But
you know, like maybe a three way with a stranger or your twin brother."

"You mean have sex with my own brother?  Isn't that a little weird?" he asked
doubtfully.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right but what about that guy at the gym?  Danny was his
name, wasn't it?  And that guy at the store.  It looks like there are lots of
guys available without going to Brad or Billy Bob or whatever your twin's name
is."

"It's just Bob, I'm Bill" he said with dignity.  "My family never got into
double names.  We aren't THAT rednecked for god's sake!  I don't know buddy, I
might like to see you sucking some guy.  In fact, I think I'd like that and I
wouldn't mind you fucking someone."  He let go of my meat and slid his hand
between my legs and drug his middle finger up my crack until it reached my
pucker.  He pushed lightly.  "But I am just rednecked enough to where this spot
is mine.  Mine and mine alone."

I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not.  I didn't want to risk upsetting
him after our week had gone so well.  I decided to go along with it.  "Oh yeah?
Maybe I need a little reminder of that."

He smiled at me and rolled over on me lifting my legs as he got up on his knees.
At first, he didn't say anything but just kept looking into my eyes.  His gaze
never faltered.  I felt his knob on my pucker and in one slow, smooth thrust, he
slid all the way in.  I let out a low moan.  Then he said, "See how well that
goes in?  Doesn't that tell you it's mine?"  He slid all the way out again and
then all the way back in.  I groaned again.  He kissed me as he ground his hips
into me.  "See how well I fit in you?  Doesn't that tell you something?  Your
ass is mine baby.  Tell me I'm the only man that will ever know you like this."
I wasn't able to answer because he slid his tongue in my mouth before I could.
He started pumping slowly.  His fist found my cock and he started stroking it.
He broke the kiss long enough to tell me, "See how well your prick fits in my
fist?"  He squeezed me for emphasis and then kissed me some more.

Although his pumping was slow but steady, my balls already ached for a release.
But William already knew me well enough to tell that.  He let go of me and
continued pumping.  Between his kisses, he would stop and utter things like,
"Yeah, we just fit together so well," or "Baby, this is my place," as he ground
his hips against my ass.  My hands played with his chest and biceps as he fucked
me closer and closer to the edge.  Once his own orgasm started to approach, he
returned to my pole and started stroking it.  A half dozen strokes and pumps
later, we came.  With William's first spasm, he grunted, "Sear it, swear it!" in
my ear.

"Yeah buddy, It'll always be yours," I grunted back as my cum splashed on my
belly and he ground his hips in me as his prick spewed inside me.

That had all happened only yesterday but it already seemed like it was ages ago.
My body shuddered as I stood there looking at the bed I shared with my wife
still remembering what it had been like sleeping with William all those nights.
I reminded myself I'd just have to be patient.  I walked through the house
looking around to make sure I hadn't missed anything.  The dishes in the
dishwasher were clean but I ran the wash cycle again.  I doubted she would
remember what had been in there if I didn't have time to put them away before I
left to pick her up.  I usually put the dishes from the night before away in the
morning while I was making coffee.  It was one of the few things I did do around
the house besides helping fold the clothes while we talked.  We had set
responsibilities.  I did the yards, washed the cars, and fixed things.  Claire
cooked (unless it was on the barbecue grill and that was my area), cleaned the
house and tended her flowers.  I helped her a little and she helped me a little
as we could.  I wondered if I was free how William and I would divide up the
work.  William didn't seem to mind housework and had volunteered to clean at
Brad's with no hesitation.

Well, everything was as ready here as I could make it.  I looked at my watch and
it wasn't 2:00PM yet so I still had three hours before I had to leave for the
airport.  I could sleep for a while and maybe jerk off if I could find some real
slick fluid that would minimize the friction.  William's fist had been
unmerciful a short while ago.

I had woken up first.  It was still early and I was a little groggy.  We had
been up so late last night.  Just talking and holding each other more than
anything else.  William was at a slight angle to me with one arm over his head
which seemed to be a normal position for him.  From where I lay, I could see the
loft of his body hair standing away from his body.  The shape of his pecs with
the little nipples peaking out of halo of bleached blond body hair caused my
prick to harden even more than it already was.  I ground my hips into the slick
covering on the mattress.  I rolled over on my side and gripped my poll
squeezing it before giving it a few light strokes.  I let go of my meat and
moved my hand to his arm pit.  That was an attraction I still couldn't explain.
I took some of the dense mass of hair between my thumb and forefinger a rubbed
it back and forth being careful not to awaken him.  I still didn't understand
why this hair was so soft and the rest of his body hair so springy and course.
I raised up my own arm and ran my fingers through it but it didn't seem as fine
or as soft.  I moved my hand down to his chest and gently ran my fingers over it
confirming the hair texture was more course.  I raised up, propping myself up on
my elbow and ran one finger down his belly and into his bush.  His crotch hair
was definitely the coarsest of all his body hair.  From there, my finger's
journey came to William's incredible cock.  It wasn't exactly limp but it wasn't
hard either.  It looked like it had been hard only a few minutes earlier.  I ran
a fingertip over his knob.  William slept on.  I reached for my own rod and saw
I had a large glob of my juice about to drip off my cock head.  I retrieved it
with my finger and licked it off.  The taste made me want William's cum flooding
my mouth again.  I lifted his cock up.  It was firm and heavy in my hand.  I
slid the foreskin back up on his knob.  Since our discussion about his not being
clipped, I became more fascinated with it.  I did recall that Todd had been
clipped but couldn't remember what it had been like sucking him although I knew
I had.

I got up and carefully moved down to where I could get to his cock.  I took it
in my mouth deciding to see how long it would take for it to wake him up.  Even
soft it filled my mouth.  Instead of sucking him, I just ran my tongue over his
skin.  A couple of minutes passed and then William shifted his weight.  Still
asleep, he lowered his arm and scratched his cheek.  The sound of his heavy
beard growth rubbing against his finger nails was audible.  He shifted again and
stretched.  The windowless room was almost completely dark.  The whir of the air
conditioner cooling the room was the only sound.  I heard a soft moan and then
his prick stiffened quickly and soon was rigid telling me he was awake.  He
propped himself up and watched me sucking him.  Remembering how much he had
enjoyed that solo suck I had given him, I wanted to do it again so I could give
him something special to tide him over until we could be together again.  But
after a minute or so more, he was pulling me up in his arms and kissing me.  His
beard stubble chaffed my lips.   He spun me around and we sucked each other off.
Nothing had been said until afterward when we were holding each other.  William
broke the silence.  "I was going to bring you breakfast in bed this morning."

I laughed.  "You did!"

"You know what I mean," he said pulling me closer to him.  Then the moment we
knew was going to come.  "When were you planning on leaving?"

"I don't know, not for a while yet.  Are you hungry?  We can fix something," I
said.

"No, if you don't mind, I'd just like to lay here and hold you."  I nodded.  I
guess we dozed off because when I woke up, William was gone.  My sticky prick
told me that the suck hadn't been a dream.  I got up and went looking for him.
He was standing in the living room looking out at the city.  He had on his cream
colored boxer shorts.  The shorts that now seemed to have been the key to
opening this whole new world to us.  We had talked about having sex while he
wore them but somehow, we had never carried through with it.

"What are you doing?" I asked.  He turned and looked at me.

"I was just trying to see if you could see our office building from here.  I
don't think you can."  I knew he was lying.  That he had the same thoughts I
had.  Today was the end of it.  Our wonderful affair that had lived up to my
promise and he hadn't shot a full load since that first night.  Now his balls
were so thoroughly drained after our sex that only a few short spurts ejected
from the tip of the most perfect prick in the whole world.  Or at least it was
to me.

I took him in my arms grinding my almost hard cock into this silk covered
crotch.  I felt him stiffen.  I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him, we both
responded with growing urgency as our pricks stiffened more and deep sighs and
whimpers wafted out of our open mouths and dancing tongues.  I lead William back
to the room.  His prick now had the shorts tented and for the first time, I had
seen what Stephanie had seen that afternoon she had bought them and asked him to
model them.  How could that stupid woman have ever denied this man anything?  I
knew her loss was my gain although I doubted she would ever know of either.  I
dropped to my knees and nuzzled his cock.  My beard stubble catching on the
fabric.  I opened my mouth and took his knob, still encased in silk, inside.  I
licked him, wetting the silk and knowing it was going to be stained but he had
no one now to have to hide it from.  Maybe he would jack off some day looking at
that stain and remembering what I had done.

William pulled me to my feet and then pulled me down on the bed.  Soon, we were
thrashing on the bed with William's cock and balls sticking out of the open fly
of his shorts.  I pulled William over on top of me cupping his ass cheeks
through the soft silk.  "William, fuck me, please."  I didn't have to ask, it
was my turn.  After our initial weekend that had seen William getting fucked
more than me, we had fallen into the routine of alternating who got fucked.  We
never spoke of it but it just seemed to work out that way.  Just like mornings
always seemed to find us sucking each other off.  But now, I needed to have him
in me.  He seemed to understand my need.  We continued kissing and worked each
other up to the point where we were breathing deep and kissing longer as his
finger probed my hole and my cock never breaking contact with his.  I rolled him
to his side and slid my leg up resting it on his side until my knee was almost
in his armpit.  This gave him free access to my hole and had our hard-ons still
pressed together.  His constant probing and my hard prick on the silk or on him
was threatening to bring me off.  I broke the kiss and rolled over on my back
dragging William with me.  As he lifted my legs, my heart was pounding harder
than on that first night when he claimed my ass for himself.  William leaned
forward and kissed me.  Then I felt the pressure of his knob.  With one slow but
steady push, he was all the way in.  My groan was muffled by his mouth.  William
rotated his hips and started pumping.  I was wrapped in ecstasy.  As much as I
had enjoyed fucking him, right now I needed the feeling of being stretched and
filled with his big prick.  William's pumping became steady and his loose balls
were slapping my ass with each plunge of his large cock just as the soft silk
caressed my ass.  Soon we were both moaning and groaning with pleasure.  As we
neared our orgasm, he slowed his pace to prolong it a little longer until with a
mighty shout that echoed off the walls, we came together and my jiz was jetting
onto my belly as his exploding cock jerked within the confines of my fuck chute.

"Don't stop.  I don't want it to end."  I knew I was hoping that somehow William
could fuck me into some parallel universe where I was free to be with him for
the rest of my life.  William didn't falter, I knew his cock was sensitive but
he pumped on not showing any discomfort at all.  His fist kept stroking me with
the same steady pace.  I blocked my own discomfort and concentrated on feeling
his pole sliding in and out of me with his now tight balls briefly pressed into
my ass before his cock slid out again.  His pumping became more determined and
forceful.  My prick stung as the drying cum on my knob stuck to his fist and
pulled at the tender skin on the down stroke.  Each thrust of his hips landed
with a slap on my ass and forced a grunt out of my throat.  William's kisses
stopped but our sweating faces were still pressed together.  Finally, I came and
William was just behind me.

Panting, William pulled out of me, lowered my legs and laid on top of me.  My
prick ached and found no comfort in the touch of the soft silk of his shorts.  I
wrapped my arms around his sweating body.  We both just lay there panting and
continuing to sweat.  Finally William rolled off me and over on his back.  I
looked at us laying side by side in the mirrored ceiling.  William reached over
and took hold of my hand.  I closed my eyes and must have dozed.  I woke up when
William got off the bed.  I got up and followed him like a puppy dog afraid to
loose its mother.

William pissed while I watched.  His shorts were now totally beyond repair.  A
large blotch of my cum was on one side and on the other side was a long oval
stain where William's prick had left it's mark.  He finished and took me in his
arms.  "I think we had better clean up."  I nodded silently.  We had to return
to the real world.  My hopes of escaping this one had been dashed.

We stood in Brad's bathroom after showering.  My prick was red and puffy
looking.  William noticed it.  "I think it is probably good that we are going to
have some time apart," he said.  "It will give us some time to recharge our
balls.  I like it when you fill my mouth with your spunk."  I knew he was
looking for some way of making this easier.

"I guess we better start cleaning this place up.  I wish we had thought to
arrange a cleaning service.  I'm not a real fan of housework."

William smiled at me.  "You are in luck!  I don't mind cleaning.  I've got a
service at the condo but that was more so that Steph wouldn't feel guilty, as if
she would have, about me doing the work but in college, my roomie and I got
along great because of it.  He was a slob and I picked up after him.  He always
said I was going to make a great little housekeeper for some lucky girl.  If he
could only see me now," William laughed.  "Not only am I great little cocksucker
but I do floors and windows!"

"I'll help you clean and then maybe we'll have time for another round before I
have to leave," I said.

"No you won't and that prick of yours looks like it is going to be out of
commission for a few days.  You get dressed and go home.  You'll just make me
nervous and I don't want your last thoughts about our little holiday to be of
something unpleasant.  Really, I don't mind and there is no one waiting for me
at home.  Brad doesn't get in until midnight and I can take my time."  He leaned
over and kissed my prick.  "Kiss it and make it well," he said.  "Now get
dressed and get out of here."

I smiled at him.  I knew he was right.  I'd be totally useless and just be in
his way.  I dressed and then packed up my saving gear and dirty clothes.
William's silk shorts were on the floor were he had taken them off when we
showered.  I picked them up and buried my face in them.  They smelled like they
had that first night in Miami.  The cum had almost dried and had stained them
along with my spit.  My beard stubble had left a diagonal abrasion where I had
mouthed his cock.  I felt tears form in my eyes and wiped them with the silk.
William stood there smiling at me.  He took me in his arms.  "If you weren't
worried Claire would find them, you could take them with you," he said softly.

"No, you keep them but I want you wearing them the next time we have sex," I
said pulling his mouth to mine.  We kissed and maybe for the first time since we
started having sex, my prick didn't respond.  I was hoping it was just a defense
mechanism of my body and not some other problem.

"Sure buddy, anything for you," he said picking up my suit and leading me to the
front door.  We kissed one last time.  I felt like I was never going to see him
again.  I felt more tears in my eyes.  William noticed and took me in his arms
and held me tight.

"I told you Chas, I'll always be there for you.  It isn't the end of the world
buddy.  I'll see you tomorrow and the day after that and again after that."  He
turned loose of me.

"It won't be the same," I said wiping my eyes.  He kissed me again and then I
knew I had to just do it.  He walked me out to the car.  Wearing only his gym
trunks.  He waved as I drove off and I got a brief glimpse of his pit hair.

The phone interrupted my thoughts.  I figured it was whomever that called
earlier or maybe it was William again.  Maybe the spandex thing wasn't washable!
I picked up the phone.  It was Jim, my brother-in-law he had been trying to
reach me on my cell phone.  I started to tell him I had left it in my office but
he cut me off and told me that Claire had been involved in a car accident.  She
was going from he folk's house to her sisters and they were going to take her to
the airport.  It was raining and the driver of an on-coming car had lost control
of it and they collided head on.  The only occupants were the two drivers and
both had been killed instantly.

>From that moment on, I couldn't tell you how I functioned.  I remember calling
the airline, getting a reservation for the next flight and then calling Jim back
and telling him when I would arrive.  Then I called William at his condo.  It
didn't seem appropriate that I call him at Brad's.  I knew he wouldn't be home
yet but I left a message briefly explaining what had happened.  I couldn't face
talking to him, I knew I feared I would hear some tone that meant he was happy
this had happened.  I remember packing a bag and walking out the kitchen door.
Jean scurried up with a big smile on her face knowing Claire was coming home.  I
wasn't aware of actually saying any words but from the horrified look on Jean's
face and the tears that were welling up in her eyes, I had to have told her.
She backed away a few feet and then turned and ran back to her house.  The next
thing I was conscious of was being on the airplane.  The flight attendant came
around offering drinks.  I accepted one.  I could tell by the way she kept
looking at me out of the corner of her eyes that she suspected something was
wrong.  I glanced down to verify I was clothed in suitable attire.  All through
the flight I would catch her looking at me like at any moment, she expected me
to pull out an automatic weapon and kill everyone or at the very least take over
the plane.  As we disembarked, her smile was too big and the relief on her face
was evident.  I guessed that the moment I left the plane, I became someone
else's problem.

Jim was waiting as promised.  His eyes were rimmed in red and he hugged me
holding me tight like it was more to comfort him than me.  Then we were at my
in-law's house.  Tammy, Claire's sister, was sobbing in the bedroom that she and
Claire had shared as girls.  The reality of the situation hit home.  I had
killed my wife.  My lust, my uncontrolled desire to be with William had killed
Claire as surely as if I had put a gun to her head and pulled the trigger.  I
don't recall the words we used to comfort each other but slowly, the small house
filled with people.  I was talking to total strangers as they recounted
remembrances of my wife as a baby then as a little girl and on into adulthood.
I nodded and spoke only when forced to.  As people started drifting away, I
asked Jim if he could take me to a hotel or motel.  He said I could stay with
them but I couldn't sleep in the same room that Claire had slept in only a few
nights before.

I wasn't aware of the night passing but the following day, we made the funeral
arrangements.  It was while I was standing in the funeral home talking to the
counselor that I realized hadn't thought to bring a suit.  It hardly seemed
right I should bury my wife wearing a pair of Dockers and a sport shirt.  I
expressed my need to Jim who took me to a clothing store he used and bought a
suit.  Because of my broad shoulders and chest, I required a 44 long with an
athletic cut and even then the pants always had to be remade to accommodate my
32" waist.  The store could do the cuffs but didn't have time to send the pants
out to be properly altered.  I didn't care, a belt would hold them up and with
the coat buttoned, the waist wouldn't be seen.  It wouldn't matter one way or
the other.  If these people knew how guilty I was, what my clothing looked like
would be the last thing on their minds.

Then there was the funeral.  Jim and Tammy sat with me.  Tammy held our hands.
As I watched Claire's parents sobbing, I realized I hadn't shed a tear but the
look on my face had to say something.  People would just look at me a burst into
tears.  I felt it was because they could read my mind and knew my crime.  When
the funeral was over, I hugged Claire's parents who seemed much older now.  Jim
walked back with me to the car.

"I can't believe this happened.  We had just talked to her a short while before.
I'm sorry, Charlie, I know it is hard now but in time, it won't hurt as much.
When my first wife died, I though it was the end of the world but things got
better.  Life isn't always kind."  He hugged me again and I could hear him
choking back a sob.  Add one more life that I ruined.  Obviously Claire's and
her whole family had been affected.  Thanks to me.

Everyone was meeting at Jim and Tammy's.  I couldn't endure that.  I had to get
away before someone realized that I had killed Claire. "Jim, I'm going back to
L.A. I can't stay here.  I hope you understand.  Will you tell everyone I'm
sorry?"

Jim nodded slowly.  "Remember Charlie, life does go on.  You have to get over
this.  For Claire."

I nodded, we shook hands and hugged again.  Then I was gone.  The next thing I
knew, I was at LAX.  As I walked out of the terminal, I realized I didn't have
any idea where I had parked.  I leaned against a pillar and tried to recollect
anything that would help me remember where I had parked.  I finally decided to
just walk every isle of every level.  It would be minor punishment.  After about
a half hour, I was about to give up and call a taxi when I saw the tail end of a
deep red Infinity.  I punched the button on the little fob and saw the lights
flash.  Walking up to the car, I saw my suit was still in the back seat.  My
shock had been so deep I hadn't even noticed it.  I tossed my overnight bag in
the back and drove home.

The sight of the house was like a knife to my gut.  I briefly thought about
suicide but the thought of spending eternity in Hell any sooner than necessary
wasn't appealing.  Plus, it was suitable I should continue to suffer for the
rest of my life.  I parked the car and saw Jean sitting at her kitchen table.
She had sent flowers.  The whole arrangement was of Claire's favorite flowers.
I was grateful the funeral home had mentioned flowers or I wouldn't have thought
of it.  Claire had always tended to that sort of thing.

I let myself in through the kitchen door.  I expected Claire to walk in to greet
me like she did every night when I got home from work but the house was empty,
the silence was shouting my guilt.  I knew I couldn't stay here.  It was as if
Claire's restless spirit was present and going to haunt me forever.  I went back
out through the kitchen door.  I thought I should check on Jean.  I could see
her still sitting at her kitchen table; she was staring blankly at the wall.  I
rang the bell.  Jean came to the door.  Her face was sad but held the
resignation of someone with years of dealing with pain.  She knew it would pass.

I took my house key off my key ring and handed it to her.  "Jean, I can't stay
here.  I'm going to be away for a few days.  Would you watch the place and look
after the plants?  Thank you for the flowers, I'm sure Claire would have loved
them."  Jean swallowed hard and nodded.

I drove until I found a motel.  The sun was just setting.  The motel was next to
the freeway in an area that was mainly commercial and a bit rundown.  The motel
got most of its business from truckers and people who had reasons not to want to
be seen in better places.  I didn't care if it was sleazy or not.  I figured the
car would be gone by morning but didn't care about that either.  Next door was a
liquor store.  I bought two large bottles of gin.  I hated gin.  I checked in
and told the man behind the desk I would be here a couple of days and didn't
want to be disturbed by the maids.  He silently nodded causing the ash to fall
off the cigarette he had hanging from his mouth and accepted my credit card.

Once inside, I took my coat off and hung it on the back of the single straight
back chair standing in the corner.  I sat on the bed to call the office.  The
bed was lumpy.  I talked to Mary and gave her the phone number for the motel and
told her I could be reached here if needed.  I thanked her for her condolences
and the flowers the office had sent but I declined to talk to anyone else.  I
got drunk in the dark.  The phone rang once, it was William.  I told him I
didn't want to talk and rudely hung up.  I knew I was treating him unfairly but
what could I say to him?  I called the motel office and told them I didn't want
to take any calls.

The next thing I knew, it was day light and then dark again and then I think day
light again.  I hadn't undressed and only got up to go to the toilet.  I drank
until I passed out and then when I woke up, I drank more until I passed out
again.  Then one day I heard a knock at the door.  I ignored it.  Then the knock
was more insistent.

"Chas!  It's William, open up."  I ignored him hoping he would go away.  The
knock became pounding and William's voice became pleading.  I could hear the
panic in his voice.  "For god's sake Chas, open the door!"  I heard a strange
voice confirm I was still inside and said he would get a pass key.  I lay there
staring at the ceiling.  I heard the door open and closed my eyes hoping the men
would just evaporate.

"Chas, are you okay?  I'll get a doctor.  You're going to be fine."  He was
almost hysterical.

"I'm all right, just go away and leave me alone."

I guess William must have noticed the gin bottles.  "Christ Chas, what are you
doing to yourself?  Look at you!  I'm getting you out of here.  Come on."  He
pulled on my arm.  I resisted.  Finally he pulled me up to my feet.  I swayed
but he held me tight.  I was horrified at his touch and tried to pull away but
he must have thought I was falling because he held me tighter.  He walked me out
of the room and to his car.  The desk clerk brought my coat.

"My car..."

"I'll have someone from the office come and get it and bring it to my place."

"Your place?"

"You're coming to my place."

I tried to pull away again.  "NO!  I can't.  Stephanie..."

"Don't worry about her.  You're coming with me."

I didn't argue.  We arrived at the entrance gate to his complex.  Stephanie's
father had paid for a significant portion of the place to have his baby girl
living in a suitable environment.  The armed guard at the gate peered into the
car.  He recognized William and the car but the scruffy character beside him
might have taken William hostage.  He had his hand on the butt of his gun as he
leaned a little closer looking for tell tale signs of a hidden gun.  Satisfied,
although probably more than a little disappointed, he pressed the button that
set the heavy iron gate in motion.

William helped me out of the car lead me into the house and straight to the
guest room.  I was still unsteady on my feet.  "You can sleep in here.  I'll go
get some of your clothes from your house.  You're going to work on Monday.  Once
you've cleaned up, I'll fix you some food.  When was the last time you ate?"

"I don't know, maybe Tuesday."

"Jesus Chas, you've done nothing but drink for the past three days!?!  What's
wrong with you?"

"Claire's dead."  William blinked and just looked at me.  I sat on the edge of
the bed.

"I'm sorry Chas, I didn't think.  I'll get you something to change into," he
said softly.

I sat there staring at my feet until he came back.  "Here, you can wear these
until I get back.  I've also brought you a razor and some shave cream.  The
bathroom is in there," he said motioning to the door in the corner of the room.
Get undressed and take a shower and then I'll feed you before I go get your
clothes."

I continued staring at my feet.  I didn't want to undress in front of him.  I
looked up at him but couldn't handle the look of hurt on his face when he
realized I wasn't going to undress as long as he was there.  He silently walked
out of the room and closed the door behind him.  At least he didn't lock it.  I
stood up and caught sight of myself in the dresser mirror.  No wonder he was in
a panic.  The pants were so baggy they were bunched up all the way around my
waist.  The shirt was wrinkled from having been slept in and I had a three day
growth of beard.

The shower felt good and refreshed me.  As I dried myself I made a startling
discovery.  Looking down at the towel in my hands, I laughed a dry bitter laugh.
The one thing I hadn't thought of.  Claire knew I liked a clean towel each time
I showered and there was only one towel in the hamper at home.  She undoubtedly
would have noticed it and known I hadn't been home all week.  All my careful
plans and I over looked that one little thing.  She had even washed the dirty
towels before we left for the airport that morning and I had been too excited to
remember it.

William knocked when he came to the door but I was already dressed.  He sat a
tray down on the small desk in the corner.  It had a large bowl of soup and some
buttered bread.  "I'm going over to get you some clothes now.  I called Grant
and he is picking me up and I'll drive your car back from the motel.  I'll also
bring your brief case with me.  Anything in particular you need me to get?"  I
shook my head as I gave him my keys.

"Jean, the woman next door has my house key.  You'll have to get it from her to
get in."  William nodded and was gone.

The soup was good and almost made me feel human again.  I took the tray back to
the kitchen.  As I walked through the house, I shivered.  The furniture was
austerely modern, which didn't seem to fit either William or Stephanie and gave
the place a cold feel.  Claire hated coming here because she had always said the
combination of the furniture and Stephanie made her feel like the place was
colder than a morgue.  That reminder made me wince.  For a brief instance, I
wondered if the coldness I felt was Claire haunting me for what I had done to
her.  I wondered if she had been present in the room with William and I during
that last morning of sex.  Then I forced myself not to think about it knowing
that Claire was here.

I rinsed off the bowl trying not to think of William rinsing the dishes.  I knew
I was going to have problems not thinking about what had happened between us but
was determined that was now history.  He would just have to move on.  What I had
done was bad enough but to now even think some day I could be a part of his life
was crazy.  I had to pay for what I had done and being denied the one thing that
had made be send her away was a fitting punishment.

I went back to William's guest room.  William showed up with a bag of my clothes
and a few suits and shirts on hangers.  "How are you felling?" he asked as he
hung the stuff up and then put the other clothes in a little dresser opposite
the bed.

"I'll be okay."  I didn't really want to talk.  I was terrified that he would
say something about us or about my now being free to be with him.  I had to
avoid that at all cost.  "If you don't mind, I think I'd like to get some
sleep."  It was Friday evening and I had no idea if I was going to be able to
sleep away the next two days or if William was going to force me to talk about
this.

William looked hurt by my sending him away.  "Sure, I'll leave my bedroom door
ajar if you need anything, just give me a shout or come on in," he tried to say
nonchalantly but I could hear the hurt in his voice.  He had to accept that what
we had was now over.  He couldn't possible think I could ever benefit in any way
from Claire's death.  Surely he realized I could never again feel the same way I
had before.  He had admitted his marriage was failing but mine was still solid
and I still loved Claire or at least I had convinced myself I did but a part of
me knew that the sexual side of our marriage was over.

He closed the door behind him and I sat there with my elbows resting on my
thighs and my hands clasped together staring at the floor, desperately trying to
keep a blank mind.  I noticed my wedding band and realized it had been on the
entire time I had been with William.  It was such an intragal part of my life I
never noticed it.  At least it was on my left hand and everything I had done
with William had been done with my right hand.  I slid the ring off for the
first time since Claire had placed it there.  I didn't have the right to wear
it.  I got off the bed and went to the dresser William had put my clothes in.  I
opened the top drawer and dropped it in on top of the socks and undershorts
William had just placed in it.  I laid back on the bed and couldn't tell you how
many hours passed with me just staring at the ceiling and trying not to think
until sleep finally came.

The next morning William went out for a run after he had brought me some
breakfast.  I was in the kitchen rinsing the dishes when he got back.  He stood
next to me drinking a glass of water.  His bare chest gleamed with sweat and I
could smell his scent.  My prick twitched.  I wanted to run in terror.
Subconsciously, I was still attached to this man.  He had to know what he was
doing to me.  For a brief instant I wanted to hate him for doing this to me.  I
tried to blame him but he hadn't instigated it.  It had been all my doing from
that first night and then in planning the week together.  I finished and
wordlessly retreated to the bedroom.

I lay down on the bed with my eyes closed trying to deny my true feeling for the
man.  His bathroom was next to this room and I could hear the shower.  I
clinched my eyes tightly trying to block any image of the naked William from my
mind but failed.  Against my will, all the images of William and I in the shower
returned.  My prick was getting harder.  I jumped up and ran to the shower
standing under the coldest water possible until my prick softened.  I came out
of the bathroom toweling myself off.  William was standing in the doorway.  "I'm
going into the office for a while.  You want me to bring you anything?"

I shook my head and stood there with the towel draped in front of me.  I saw his
eyes drift to my crotch.  I didn't want to do anything overtly pushing him away
but I knew soon, we would have to have a talk.  He had to be told that what we
had was over.  William left.  I knew he was backlogged with having my work and
his.  I'd make that right on Monday if I could live through the weekend.

William rose to the occasion and allowed me to hide in the guest room most of
the time.  He brought me food on a tray and I immediately thought of him talking
about bringing me breakfast in bed.  I learned that when these thoughts of him
arose, all I had to do was call up all my guilt and pain and it would quench the
fire.  Unfortunately it always left me in a state of turmoil but the guilt grief
of loosing Claire deadened the grief of loosing William.

Monday morning I went to the office dreading the thought of having to talk to
people as they expressed their condolences.  I insisted on driving my own car so
that I wouldn't have to talk to William or be close to him.  I arrived at the
office and one by one people came and said how sorry they were.  It was well
meaning but my guilt made it seem like each was another knife wound in my
already brutalized mind.  But I managed to get through it.

William had been assigned the cruise line account so I was spared the memories
that would invoke.  I poured myself into my work not stopping except to go to
the bathroom and on those occasions, I made sure the adjoining door to William's
office was locked.  At lunch, William sent out for food for us and we sat in
my office talking about work.  By the end of the day, I was coping but my agony
was still deep inside me.  I stayed at work late hoping that William would be in
bed by the time I got home.

When I arrived at the condo, I hadn't thought about the guards but once they saw
the car, they opened the gate without questioning me.  William had obviously
told them I would be here for a while.  I wondered how long "a while" was going
to be.  I knew I had to get away from him but I couldn't go back to Claire's and
my house.  I decided I would rent an apartment the following weekend.

I let myself in with the key he had given me.  William had left a light on in
the living room.  I turned it off and went towards the room I was staying in.
William's door was opposite mine, he had left it slightly ajar and the room was
dark.  Suddenly his bathroom light switched on and he was standing in front of
his vanity.  I could see his reflection in the mirror and even though he was
twenty feet away, I could see his cock was hard and his torso was streaked with
cum.  I was horrified.  I knew he had been stroking his meat and thinking about
me.  I let myself in my room as quietly as possible and undressed without
turning the light on.  I became paranoid about him fearing he would try to force
sex on me and I locked the door.  It wasn't until I was trying to go to sleep
that I realized that four weeks ago this night, William and I had begun our
affair.  That memory was hard to shut out.  I might have dozed off just as the
sun was raising.

By the end of the week, I felt I was loosing my mind.  I couldn't sit still and
hadn't slept in days.  As soon as I would drift off to sleep, I dreamed of
William and I having sex.  I'd force myself to wake up.  Often, my prick was
rigid but I wouldn't touch it.  I knew there was no way I could even jerk off
without thinking of him.  There was no one I could turn to in order to bare my
soul.  William had suggested therapy but I rejected the idea.  I couldn't admit
to anyone the things I had done.

That Friday night, I lay in the bed doing my best not to think but memories
flooded in.  Memories of both my lives.  I was being tortured.  I got up and
paced the room trying to clear my head.  Without realizing what I was doing, I
was standing at William's door.  He had it slightly open as he always did.  I
could see he wasn't jerking off.  He didn't see me and turned the light off.  I
pushed the door open.

"Chas?  What's wrong buddy?" he asked.  I walked to the bed and sat on the edge.
He had the covers pulled up to his waist.  I tried not to look at his chest.  I
was still convinced that Claire was watching me.  "Chas?  You okay?"  I could
hear the concern in his voice.

"I killed Claire," I choked out.  "I wanted to be with you and I sent her off to
die so I could be with you.  I killed her."

"Chas!  You can't possibly believe that buddy!  Is that what this has been
about?  How could you even think anything like that?  I didn't want Claire dead
either but things happen to people.  Sometimes bad things that we have no
control over.  Look, if you believe in a God that knows what is going on and
pulls the strings, then He made that decision, not you.  Maybe it was just her
time.  You can't continue to beat yourself up like this.  You're killing
yourself and me too.  Buddy, I don't care if nothing ever happens between us
again but I'm scared I'm loosing you.  You're important to me."  I could hear
his voice crack with emotion.  A giant sob escaped my lips and for the first
time since Claire's death, I broke down and cried gasping sobs of pent up
emotion that could no longer be contained.  I don't remember William pulling me
into his arms but I was laying on his chest crying my eyes out while he held me
like he would a freighted child but he had his hips pulled back so I wouldn't
feel the hard-on I was certain he had.

"And look what I've done to you too!" I wailed.  "I brought you to this and then
slammed the door in your face!"

"Chas, you didn't do anything to me that I didn't want to have done.  I may not
have known it at the time but I do now.  Buddy, I don't know what happened.  I
don't know if it was the way the planets and the moon lined up or if it was
Karma or fate or even God or maybe it was just Johnny Walker but we brought
something out in each other we didn't know was there.  I guess you could call it
destiny.  I don't know about you, but I can't turn back now."

I continued sobbing and I guess I cried myself to sleep.  I woke up still laying
on William's chest.  The first thing I was aware of was the course texture of
his body hair on my cheek as I snuggled against it.  Then his scent rose up and
filled my lungs.  I became aware of the beat of his heart, the slow, steady
rhythm of an athletes heart.  I remember the conversation we had about our cum
becoming part of each other's body and because of that, a little of each of was
living in the other.  I continued laying there listening and inhaling him, my
arm was over his belly.  The light from the guest room filtered in and created a
little illumination.  The bed covers were gone.

I moved my arm to my side and saw William had a hard-on.  It was trapped between
his belly and the waistband of his underwear.  I lay there looking at it.  How
could I have imagined I could lead a double life?  How long would it be before
he got tired of sharing me and sought out someone else?  Then I'd have to stand
back and watch him develop a life with someone else when I wanted to be the one
with him.  The thought of loosing him caused my stomach to respond with a sharp
pang.  I'd have had no other option than to leave T&E.  I knew that I would also
resent Claire and my child for being in the way of my being with William.  They
would have no way of knowing what was going on inside me.  The only thing they
would have been guilty of was being part of my life before I came to grips with
being gay.  It would have been an intolerable situation all the way around and
all of us would suffer for it.  Of course William was right: Claire wasn't my
victim but just an innocent bystander and an aspect of my life as it developed
to this natural conclusion.

I reached down and slid my hand inside his underwear cupping his balls, pulling
them out and hooking them under the waistband.  His cock rose up off his belly.
I pushed it upright with my thumb.  It looked massive from where I was laying.
I continued looking at it before moving.  That familiar cock that I had sucked
and been fucked by so many times.  It had a nice length and thickness and was
perfectly straight and veinless.  The pale white shaft raising from the thick
mass of his honey colored bush and topped by the fat dusky pink knob.  It wasn't
the biggest cock in the world but it looked perfect attached to his body.  I
remember that night when I had seen it hard for the first time.  The night that
lead to so many sexual acts with it being the center of my attention.  I'm sorry
Claire, I thought, but if you are here, this is the man you married.  I lifted
my head up and put my mouth over William's knob.  William let out a deep sigh.
I pulled off of him.  "You're awake.  Why didn't you say something?" I asked.

"Because I wasn't certain what you were going to do and I didn't want to put
pressure on you."

I nodded and returned to his prick and started sucking it.  He pulled me into a
sixty-nine position with both of us stripping each other's undershorts off as we
got in position.  He started sucking me but I could tell he was holding back.
I already knew him well enough to where I could tell that about him.  Neither of
us lasted very long and we came in only a couple of minutes.  My orgasm was very
intense since I hadn't cum in almost two weeks.  The taste of William's cum was
actually comforting.  It seemed like everything was going to be okay now.  He
pulled me up into his arms.  We were both still breathing deeply.  I kissed him
sliding my tongue in his mouth.  He responded.  I wrapped my fist around his
damp but still hard cock.  William wrapped his arms around me.  We went back to
sleep like that without saying anything.

I woke up laying on my belly.  I was still naked.  As usual, the pillow was gone
and my head was laying on my forearm.  I felt rested.  I hadn't slept that well
in two weeks.  I looked up.  William was laying on his side watching me.  The
bed covers were pulled up to his waist.  "Good morning.  What time is it?" I
asked smiling at him.

"Good morning."  He looked at the clock behind me.  "About 10:00AM.  How do you
feel today?"

I smiled but didn't say anything.  "Why are you covered up?  What are you
hiding?  I reached over and pulled the cover off of him.  He was hard, his rigid
prick defying gravity was parallel with his body plane.

"I didn't know if last night was a fluke or how you'd feel this morning."  He
looked away as he said this but didn't cover himself back up.  I rolled over and
slid into his arms.  He held me tightly.  His body was warm and his prick
pressed into mine.  Yes, I thought, everything was going to be okay.

"I'm back buddy, if you'll still have me," I said.  He held me tighter.

"Oh, Chas, of course I still want you!" he said with a distinct quiver in his
voice.

"What would you have done if I hadn't come around?"

"I was giving thought to taking Danny's towel back to him and asking him if he
wanted to get it cum stained.  But Brad said to give you a while first."

"You talked to Brad?"

"Yeah, buddy, I had to talk to someone.  It was killing me seeing you like that
and I didn't know what to do.  Talking to him wasn't so hard.  Once you say the
words, it is such a relief.  Brad's a good man with a good heart.  We talked a
long time about it.  I didn't tell him anything too personal but I think he had
a good idea.  I even told him about finding his little room but didn't tell him
about the video."

We kissed.  Slowly at first and then deeper with more passion.  I felt like the
act of being with him was healing my soul.  I broke the kiss and looked at him.
"Will you make love to me?"

He was silent for several seconds.  "Why did you say that?"

"Because I want you to..."

"No, why did you ask me to make love to you instead of just asking me to fuck
you?"

I kissed him.  "Maybe because I've fallen in love with you."  I could see his
eyes glisten with tears.

"Ah Chas, I think I fell in love with you that first night!  I knew I was going
to divorce Stephanie even if she hadn't done it to me first."  He kissed me
deeply and then rolled me over on my back.  He knelt between my legs.  I reached
over and squeezed his cock as he lifted my legs to his shoulders but instead of
just letting them rest there, he pushed my legs forward holding my ass with his
hands.  He lowered his head and it became evident what he was going to do.

"You don't have to do that."

"Yes I do," he said as his tongue went to work.  He tongued me for a minute or
so.  This was a first for me and like everything else about our sex, I knew what
he had felt when I did it to him.  He raised his head up and smiled at me before
letting my legs rest on his shoulders.  We weren't worked up to the point where
we were both dripping so he had to use more spit for a lubricant.  He applied it
liberally to himself and then to me.  His penetration was a little more painful
than it usually had been but I welcomed the feeling.  The fuck was slower than
he ever had fucked me before.  His kisses were equally as slow and deep.  Even
his fist was stroking me slower.  Our kisses were broken by long moments of just
looking into each other's eyes.  This was our first sex as acknowledged lovers.
He kissed me again breaking the kiss as he neared his orgasm and moved his mouth
to my ear.  As we came, he whispered, "I love you Charles Tate."

We lay there trying to recover.  My cum was soaking into my chest hair.  William
licked up the cum he could reach but didn't want to pull out to get the rest of
it.  I knew there would be more later.  As soon as normal breathing returned to
him, he said, "Sorry, I didn't put the silk shorts on.  I know you said you
wanted me wearing them the next time we had sex.  I was afraid you'd not want
sex this morning and if you saw me in them, you'd be hurt."

"That's okay buddy."

Then he looked me in the eye and asked "Chas, will you be my partner?  Will you
live with me as my lover?"  I looked at him for a short while.  "You have to
think about it!?!" he asked.

"No, I'm just not certain if I'm supposed to say "I will" or "I do"!"

He laughed with tears in his eyes.  "How about just saying, "Yes.""

"Yes!"

It took time but I never slept in the guest room again.  There were a few bad
days when the old feelings came back but William was patient and let me deal
with my emotions but he was always there for me when I needed him.

William and I decide that since we were starting our lives fresh, we needed to
find a home that was ours and not a hold over from our previous lives. With
time, most of my clothes had already gone to William's.  With William and
Stephanie not competing for closet space, William had a closet to himself.  I
had the other one.

The pain was still too fresh for me to completely clean out Claire's and my
house.  I packed up what little of my things and papers that were still there.
Jean offered to clear out the furniture.  She didn't seem to think it odd I
didn't want it.  She gave the furniture and Claire's clothes to a battered
women's project she did volunteer work for and gave me a small box of things she
said I probably would want.  I retrieved my wedding ring and slipped it in the
box and retied the string without looking at the contents.  I still haven't and
don't know if I ever will.

The house sold quickly.  I was shocked when the agent told me how much it would
sell for.  The day of the final walk through, I had gone along with my agent.  I
hadn't yet met the buyers.  They were a young couple with a daughter that looked
to be about five years old.  Jean was sitting on the porch steps talking to her.
Jean looked happy and that made me glad I had given them such a good deal so
they could afford it.  Maybe it was a way of redeeming my soul or maybe it was
just a way of saving the house Claire loved.  The house was in a good
neighborhood close to down town.  Claire and I had bought it for that reason.
The past year had seen two of the homes sell and the new owners tore them down
and built hideously large mansions on the spacious lots.  We had talked about
selling because we felt it ruined the homey feel of the street.  But the
improvements we had done enlarging the master bathroom and putting in a new
kitchen made us stay.  The young couple had their arms wrapped around each other
and were smiling at Jean and their daughter talking about baking cookies.  Jean
had already volunteered to watch her after school.  I gave my seal of approval
to the slightly doubtful parents who nodded promising to consider it but I knew
once they got to know Jean, they would allow it.

I walked away sadly remember the way Claire and I had felt when we first saw the
house.  I got back to William's condo and silently held him for a few minutes
before retreating to the guest room for a short while of solitude.  William knew
why and didn't intrude.

William's condo didn't sell as quickly.  The condo market wasn't all that great
and his was in an ultra secure and exclusive complex where the units sold for
more than comparable single family homes.  He wound up leasing it to a closeted
actor and his new gay lover who used it as their love nest and relished the
privacy.

William and I found our dream home.  We didn't even have to look.  We knew the
place before we knew we could have it.  It was Brad's house.  We even got the
spandex sheets.  Brad fell in love with a German guy with platinum blond hair he
met in Hollywood one night who loved the beach so they bought a Malibu Beach
house.  Brad hated it but Dolf loved it and Brad loved Dolf.

William and I eventually came out at the office.  There was no reason not to.
One morning we were in the coffee room when Mary walked in.  I had my hand on
William's shoulder.  It was innocent enough but I jerked my hand away.  Mary
frowned, sat her cup down and put my hand back on William's shoulder and said,
"Fer Cris' sake, it isn't like everybody doesn't already know!"  She then filled
her cup, kissed each of us on the cheek and then walked out.  William and I just
stared at each other in stunned silence.

We also became junior partners in T&E.  Ken and Brad allowed us to buy in and
the agency became Tompson Elliot and Associates.

Ken Elliot's third marriage failed shortly after the "hornymoon" ended and at
the office Christmas party that year, he said he had sworn off women and might
even give men a shot.  It was little wonder when he could see how William and I
along with Brad and Dolf were so obviously in love.  He was seen leaving with
one of the creative staff.  A male.

And I suppose you might want to know what happened to Stephanie.  She became
reunited and later married her childhood sweetheart who still worshipped the
ground she walked on.  That suited Stephanie perfectly and even Daddy Dearest
was heard to grunt his approval.

So that is my story.  William and I just celebrated our first anniversary.  We
chose the anniversary of that first night in Miami as the day.  We didn't know
what was traditional for male couples but that seemed right for us.  To
celebrate, we returned to the hotel in Miami and requested the same room.  We
were going to recreate that night but after a year of hot blooded sex, it was
impossible to be as reserved as we had been that first night and soon it was our
usual free for all.  But I did get a real charge out of watching William
stroking his cock from the bathroom.  As an anniversary gift, I gave William a
pair of cream colored silk boxers, the old pair had long ago fallen apart.  I
still have the old pair.  For sentimental reason!

The end.  (Really!)