Date: Thu, 23 Dec 2004 22:43:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: If That's Rejection...

If That's Rejection...
A story based on the true life experiences of a married bisexual man.

By Billy Jay Dee

Rick sat, working the keyboard. Nels knelt beside him supervising. They
deleted some jpgs of his girlfriend's trip from the camera chip,
formatted a CD and moved the remaining images there.

Sometimes Nels' muscular right arm lay across Rick's shoulders as he
typed. When they conferred on some detail, Rick's left hand would rest
in the small of Nels' back.

With the project finished, Rick start cleaning up the stray files and
shutting down programs. Nels' hand stilled Rick's, keeping him from
proceeding further. He needed help with his
email, too. Rick's shoulders fell and his blue eyes rolled up
doubtfully. Nels arched his blonde eyebrows, flashed a smile upon his
rosy face and rocked his shoulders in encouragement.

He obviously needed to kiss up to his best friend a little bit more to
extract more technical assistance. Inches from the older man's tan
cheeks, he puckered his lips and made loud smacking noises. For just a
second Rick's lips began puckering before he smiled and with a
chuckle turned to the keyboard. As Rick brought up Nels' Yahoo profiles,
his younger buddy went for the beers.

As they sorted the unread e-mails, Nels' began rubbing the small of his
back and massaging his left buttocks. A reoccurring complaint from an old
injury. Nels suggested the Jacuzzi on Rick's back deck might offer some
relief for his aching muscles. With a nod, Rick agreed. But it took a
while to mail the jpgs to Nels' girlfriend.

The clock on the computer screen reported 11:07 p. m. before they stepped
out the back
door onto the icy deck. They were butt naked except for towels around
their waists, a bottle of Jose Cuervo and the single remaining long neck
Budweiser. Rick reached the gazebo first, lit the candles, flipped the
cover off and cranked up the Jacuzzi jets.

Rick was already soaking in the water when Nels crept out, leery of the
ice and gloom dimly illuminated by the candlelit steam bubbling out of
the gazebo around the hot tub.

Rick stood to help his buddy into the tube. He older man stood 6'1" and
wore his 200 pounds comfortably. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and only a
small middle age belly as he rapidly approached age 50.

He'd raised enough out of the water to reveal a heat-lengthened set of
balls and average size dick. As Nels straddled the side of the tub,
Rick admired his broad shoulders. His eyes dropped briefly to the younger
man's cold tightened balls silhouetted against the light emitted by the
study window. Nels was in his early 40s, the sort of blond stud that made
young women sigh, older women pant, Marine recruiters smile and gay
men...well, forget about it, because he would be unapproachable.

Rick, after admiring the view, grabbed the younger man and guided him to
the little bench hidden below the boiling surface. Nels sat and made all
those amusing hot tub "ah", "oh", "eh" grimaces while rubbing the
goose bumps and heat off his legs. Finally, his shoulders fell, a
sigh escaped his lips, he smiled and leaned back.

Rick let him relax a bit. They talked. Then Rick indicated a change
in position with the whirling of an outstretched index finger. There were
no benches in the opposite corners of the square tub. The men took those
corners now, settling into the deeper water, their heels resting
next to one another butts. Nels' big hands settled easily on Rick's
knees. A deeper sigh and a "thanks" escaped the fisherman's lips.

Nels would be leaving for the Bering Sea soon. He'd be gone for four
months. They needed to do a lot of talking. They took turns rolling
backwards to dunk their heads beneath the surface while their legs, dick
and balls dangled in the chill air. Nels stood and sat on the edge of the
tub for a while, giving Rick a fine view of his muscular pale frame, his
plump pubic package and the darker hair freshly grown on his chest and
belly since the last time they'd gotten naked together -- so long ago.

Nels leaned over Rick, his short, limp cock just inches from the other
man's mouth and
fumbled for the bottles adjacent to the hot tub. Rick helped him find the
best place to set them. Nels opened the tequila, sipped it and handed it
to Rick, then followed that with the beer. After putting them each in
turn on the side of the tub, smooth-chested Rick stroked the hair on
Nels's chest and belly appreciatively.

Nels smiled in response.

Rick's long-fingered hands flew up in exclamation and his mouth fell
open like he had forgotten something. He grabbed Nels' left foot and
pulled it over his left shoulder, making Nels somewhat buoyant and
floating in Rick's lap. His right hand crept under the fisherman's firm
ass, groped his crotch, touched his man-hole and finally found the sore
hip. That was, after all, the reason they headed to the hot tub.

Rick alternated kneading the offending buttock and applying pressure on
the sore hip. Then he massaged large handfuls of flesh moving along the
blonde's thigh to his knee. Rick kept working the area with instructions
from Nels and an occasionally repositioning of the older man's hands.
For Rick, the feelings were extremely sensual, if not erotic. Nels showed
no sign of arousal, but he also did not complain or move away.

While Rick worked, Nels lifted the tequila to his own lips then carefully
to Rick's. Then followed the beer bottle, poured lovingly into Rick's
mouth, while Nels held he head back. He set the Budweiser aside and
pulled Rick throur the bubbling hot water to his naked lap.

They whispered in one another's ear of their friendship and kissed the
nape of one another's necks. Nels' right hand pushed Rick into his left
arm. The fisherman applied the bottles to their lips again followed by a
kiss and a proposal.

Rick arched a brow and smiled in approval. They launched themselves back
to their respective corners and each took up the other's sorest foot,
wedging their free foot against each others crotch. Nels' toes actually
kneaded Rick's dick at first.

Nels drunkenly explained to Rick how to give foot massages. His
instructions got loud by the time they finished, Rick was outling the
obscure mysteries of reflexology. They threw their heads back to laugh.

Nels told Rick about the romantic effects of a good foot massage on his
girlfriend. His right hand jokingly yanked his cock beneath the waves.
Rick followed suit. Rick started telling Nels about tantric sex and
mapping the Kabala on his wife's body. Nels threw him a questioning
look.

The thumb of the aviator's right hand touched the center of the
fisherman's brow and
all the doubt left his features. The thumb moved to the first eye and
they both closed. It caressed the second and the fisherman's frame
leaned closer into his best friend's body. It crossed his mouth enroute
to his shoulders and Nels' warm lips responded with a kiss.

The hand moved on to massage first one broad muscular shoulder, then the
other. He rubbed the sparse forest of new chest hair sheltering Nels' big
heart, moved on to the once aching hip and rubbed there hard for a while.
His hand then moved to the other side. Before Rick
could reach the more erotic Yesod or Malkuth of the Kabala, Nels wanted
to demonstrate the technique he used on his girl friend.

He spun the taller man around and stretched the lanky frame across his
more muscular body, settling Rick's butt atop his own hardening cock.
Rick was surprised -- and delighted -- by this first sign of
arousal. Nels pulled Rick's left arm up and arched his hand around his
own muscular shoulders. The left hand held his buddy's body while the
right rubbed his chest and belly and dick. His lips whispered in Rick's
right ear. Rick sighed and leaned back into Nels' arms, writhing there,
stretching his other arm up to join the first. Nels asked if his
technique worked.

Laughing, he pushed Rick away. Rick grinning, blushing and shaking his
head, waggled an admonishing finger at his young friend and nodded
appreciatively. Nels would be leaving soon for four months. Their
friendship would need a lot of conversation tonight to last through such
a drought. He pulled Rick towards him again and poured the last of the
tequila down their throats. They each pretended to drink of the empty
beer bottle his hand offered them.

It was late. It was time to get out of the water. Rick enticed the
drunker man from the hot tub and led him into the house. Once Rick got
Nels inside, he returned to the gazebo, turned down the tub and blew out
the candles. Nels waited for him in the study, his beige towel barely
wrapped around his stocky, milk-white frame.

Rick ushered Nels down the hall to the walk-in shower in the master
bedroom where they
could shower together. Nels shook his head at this, shrugged his
shoulders and waved his hands. Rick calmed him down, drew him a shower
and sent him in.

Nels apparently changed his mind -- his right hand grabbed Rick's left
and drug him in. They kissed and caressed there in the hot stream. Nels
turning them so Rick stayed warm. They laughed and kissed one another as
they whirled about the shower. Nels stepped back and smiling said
something about his dick. His fingers trailed into the strawberry blond
locks of
pubic hair, then hefted his balls and dick up for the taller man to see.
Rick put his left hand on Nels right shoulder and knelt on the shower
floor.

Andy's strong arms cupped under the other man's arms and lifted him
into an embrace. Nels wagged a finger at him and turned him towards the
wall. Nels lathered up a wash rag, leaned Rick into the wall and reached
across his prone friend's frame to wash his back. You
know where his dick was. Rick reached under his balls to brush the
slightly swollen tip of Nels' short-stemmed peter.

With a drunken giggle, Nels knelt on the shower floor, spread the taller
man's ass cheeks and scrubbed his crack and then reached between his
thighs and gently rolled the wash cloth around Rick's balls and stroked
his dick. He cleaned Rick's legs and left the shower.

He waited for Rick to come out, then pulled his short dick out straight
from his body to gauge it against Rick's slightly longer member. Rick
moved forward and laid his dick beside Nels'. Nels
absentmindedly started stroking their cocks. When he discovered Rick's
getting hard, he jumped back with a laugh and a blush. It was time for
Nels to go.

Nels dressed hurriedly and departed with a quick hug and handshake. He
would be completely sober by the time he hiked the half mile to his small
temporary apartment.

Still naked as he watched Nels veer down the pathway, Rick let his mind
spin over the amazing events of the past few hours. He wanted to etch
them into his memory. As he lay down to sleep a few hours before his wife
and son returned from their holiday visit to grandma's, his cock rose
unbidden into an almost painful rigidity. Suddenly, he couldn't imagine
how it had behaved so primly in the presence of his best, his most
Platonic friend.

He slid his hand down to grip the straining shaft while his other
hand kneaded his tightening balls. One finger slid into the smooth, clean
crack of his ass. He began to pump and in seconds his aching crotch
signaled his orgasm. He pushed his index finger far into his asshole just
as his twitching cock spurted  his manjuice for a shocking distance. The
first shot hit his left cheek. In lessening tremors, his anxious dick
unloaded the most cum he could ever remember.

"If that's rejection, I want to be rejected more often. If that's
refusal, it was the most romantic refusal in history," Rick said aloud in
the empty, darkened, echoing room.

Rick dropped the CD and printed photos by Nels' apartment at lunch time
the next day. They ate homemade soup. They talked, or didn't talk as a
the case maybe about the night before. They ate in the silence only old
friends can enjoy. Then, back to work for Rick. Nels walked him to the
door and shook his hand. As usual their free hands fell on one
another's sides.

"Thanks for a fantastic evening," Nels called as Rick ran down the
steps. It was going to be a very long four months.