Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2013 18:31:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Todd Carlos <toddstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wallace Family Curse

	Kyle opened the door to his apartment with one hand, already
shrugging the other out of his jacket, before transferring keys and
messenger bag to the other hand as he entered.  It'd been a long day as
everyone tried to get their last minute shit done before the holiday.  Not
to mention his own shit since he'd taken the week between the holidays off.
It didn't feel like Christmas with everything he had on his mind, and not
just the work bullshit.
	Ben, his roommate and the source of most of Kyle's recent stress,
was already home and sitting on the couch watching a rerun of Family Guy.
"Hey, bro, you ready to go?" Ben called out as Kyle came in, like nothing
was wrong.  Ben was sprawled out on the wide sofa, looking amazing without
even trying.
	"Do I have time for a shower?" Kyle asked and set his bag on the
loveseat before draping his jacket over the top.
	"If you make it quick.  You know my family.  Mom says dinner at
seven but it won't really happen `til eight if we're lucky."  Kyle
acknowledged the statement with a grunt and headed for the one bedroom.  He
wondered how they could talk so normally after the fight they'd had the day
before.  The extra sheets and blanket were still folded neatly on the far
end of the couch.  He didn't look back as he began unbuttoning his shirt
and headed for the master bathroom.
	Kyle undressed quickly and left his work clothes on the bed to be
sorted out later.  He might be pissed at Ben but Kyle wouldn't do anything
to make him look bad in front of the other man's family.  He'd promised
Ben's mom that he'd come for Christmas Eve dinner and he would even though
he dreaded the awkward silence that was sure to last on the drive there.
He was so caught up in his thoughts that he never realized Ben was in the
room with him until a hand caught the edge of the shower stall door as Kyle
tried to close it behind him.
	Startled, he nearly slipped under the warm water but Ben caught his
shoulder and steadied him.  Ben who was naked and hard, his big dick
swinging between his legs like an obscene metronome with every movement.
Kyle swallowed hard and forced himself to look up from it as Ben entered
and crowded him back against the tiles.  The running water instantly made
the dark hair on Ben's chest and stomach even darker.  There was a line of
it down the center of his belly, bisecting his abs, where the hair grew in
thicker and darker than the rest.  Kyle had always found it unbearably
sexy.  Ben had an incredible body but that line and his abnormally large
cock were always Kyle's undoing.
	"I, uh, I thought you said I had to be quick," Kyle said around a
tongue that felt too large in his mouth.
	"It'll be quick," Ben promised.  He reached behind the shampoo on
the shelf for the waterproof lube they kept there.
	"No, I'm..."  Kyle stalled out as he was unable to come up with a
way of saying he was still mad, confused, hurt or exhausted without
sounding like a whining little girl.  Instead he snapped out, "No, get
out."  But Ben just poured a dollop of the clear gel into his palm and went
about massaging the stuff onto his shaft while setting the lube back in
place.
	"I'm horny," Ben replied in such a calm manner that it just made
Kyle madder.  Still, when Ben reached out and tugged Kyle with a hand
gripping his bicep Kyle let himself be pulled forward and turned so he
faced the back wall of the stall.  It was like Kyle had no willpower when
it came to his allegedly straight roommate.
	Kyle had been with plenty of men, especially in college when he'd
been pretty much a whore, but none of them could compare with perpetually
horny Ben.  In the three months since Ben had `temporarily' moved in Kyle
had been fucked at least twice daily.  He found it strongly gratifying, the
insistent greed Ben showed for his ass.  Even the squiggly bit of guilt and
pleasure he always felt at the way Ben turned him into such a bottoming
bitch was addictive.  He'd never known he craved being manhandled and taken
whenever Ben was in the mood, which was often.
	All the fucking made for good practice and accepting Ben's big cock
was easier, while not easy.  It still hurt as Ben pressed his way inside
Kyle, there in the shower, without any prep.  Kyle gasped and almost hated
the way his body betrayed him as his hole relaxed.  The pain faded to a
dull ache before Kyle felt Ben's full balls pressed against his ass.
	Ben held his chest up against the cool tile with one strong hand on
his shoulder.  The other hand gripped Kyle's hip to keep his ass stationary
and jutting out where Ben wanted it.  Ben took a long moment to savor
Kyle's heat but when he started moving Kyle knew instantly that the man had
every intention of keeping his promise to make it quick.  He started
hammering his cock into Kyle's ass within the first few strokes, causing
Kyle to choke on the moan building in his chest.
	Ben hadn't used enough lube and the extra bite in the friction was
enflaming Kyle's cock as much as his stretched hole.  It made Kyle widen
his stance while arching his back to give Ben a better angle and the other
man moaned approvingly.  Kyle's cock throbbed and felt extra heavy where it
bobbed and swayed between his legs.  "Jesus," Kyle rasped out.  The
intensity of Ben's punishing thrusts was short-circuiting his brain.  He
pressed his forehead against the tile and struggled to breathe, to get
enough oxygen.
	Kyle was seconds away from coming without even touching his cock
when Ben pushed deep and paused, eliciting a whimper from Kyle.  But the
break was only for a few seconds, just long enough to take Kyle's hands and
trap them above his head one-handed at his wrists.  Being held that way
only brought Kyle closer to the edge as Ben resumed his frantic pumping.
Kyle felt Ben's broad tongue sweeping drops of water off his shoulder in
long lines as a prelude to a firm bite there.
	The sting of those teeth made Kyle cry out and his balls churn in
preparation of unloading.  "Fuck me, Ben, fuck me," he chanted.  Ben,
grunting around his mouthful of flesh, managed to pound even harder at
Kyle's backside and Kyle came with a long moan as his jizz coated the wall
before him.  His asshole locked down and Ben unclamped his teeth to make
his own noises of completion until his thrusting hips came to a stuttering
stop.
	When they'd both finished panting Ben released Kyle's hands and
slowly withdrew his softening cock, making Kyle shudder at the emptiness
left behind.  Kyle took another second to compose himself before turning
away from the shower wall to face Ben.  He found the man soaping his limp
cock and balls with an uneasy smile as their eyes met.  "Hey, thanks, that,
uhm, I...," Ben rambled and paused.  For long seconds Ben looked down and
watched the soap rinse away from his own junk.  "I missed you last night,"
he finally said.  Without looking up Ben turned and left the shower,
closing the door firmly behind him.
	The rational part of Kyle's brain knew Ben was just talking about
their nightly fuck before bed, explaining why he was so horny.  The rest of
Kyle's brain really wanted to believe Ben meant sleeping together in Kyle's
bed.
	"Hurry up, you have twenty minutes," came Ben's shout from the
other room.  With a sigh Kyle reached for the soap to wash out the come Ben
had left leaking down the insides of his thighs and the back of his balls.

	Ben had figured the ride to his parent's house would be weird, and
it was, but it was also fucking painful.  Kyle was mad at him but he was
mad, too.  And resentful.  Ben couldn't understand why Kyle had to make
such a big fucking deal out of everything.  To top it all off it was all
Kyle's fault anyway.  His fault for wanting to "understand" their
"relationship" and his fault for making Ben act gay in the first place.
More than anything Ben wanted things to go back to the way they'd been for
the last three months and he was angry at himself for wanting that because
he should want things to go back to the way they'd been before he'd ever
re-met stupid, fucking Kyle Greene.
	Ben let himself go on autopilot as he drove out of the city and
into the suburbs, ignoring a sulking Kyle in the seat beside him.  They'd
been friends in grade school but drifted apart in middle school, yet
remained semi-friends into high school.  Kyle had been a skinny geek and
come out junior year.  He had been funny and cool enough that Kyle hadn't
been hassled much, not that Ben had seen, while Ben was a popular jock.
Still, they'd nodded at one another in the hallways and caught up at the
few parties they both happened to be at.
	After graduating Ben assumed they'd never see each other again, if
he even ever thought about it.  In college he'd used Kyle's name as his gay
friend to impress a few girls but otherwise hadn't forgotten about him for
years.  It wasn't until they'd run into each other at a work function that
they'd reconnected.  They both worked for the same insurance company but in
different departments and at different locations.  Kyle had been the one to
recognize Ben and sought him out to talk.  Gone was the geeky class-clown,
replaced by a tall and confidently handsome man.  College had been good to
Kyle.
	At first they just met to catch up and talk about work.  They
emailed back and forth a few times, played golf together and met for lunch
if they happened to be in the same location.  Ben had even introduced Kyle
to Jen, the woman he'd been dating since college who he'd lived with.  They
had dinner a few times, even went on a double-date once when Kyle had been
dating that emo artist guy whose name Ben could never remember.
	Driving along and making the correct turns without even thinking
about it, Ben thought back on when everything had changed.  Jen ended their
relationship and Ben wasn't exactly heartbroken but it was strange and
awkward as they still lived together.  Ben ended up spending more time with
Kyle than ever as he was the only friend Ben had who wasn't also friends
with Jen or part of one of the couples they used to hang out with.  It
didn't hurt that Kyle was funny and easygoing.
	One night Ben had been bitching about sleeping on the couch and
having to jerk off in the shower, how horny he'd been.  Kyle had offered up
his own ass, playing it off like a joke though Ben could tell he wasn't
really joking.  Ben had been just drunk enough, and fucked up in the head
enough, to consider the offer.
	Then it happened.  Kyle got on his knees and opened Ben's pants.
He'd made Ben hard with his mouth, a really fucking talented mouth as Ben
would learn, before rolling a condom onto Ben's cock.  Kyle had practically
torn his clothes off before getting up onto his hands and knees on the
couch and all but begging Ben to fuck him.  For a moment Ben had second
thoughts but Kyle's round, plump cheeks weren't unattractive and watching
Kyle's fingers push lube into his pink little hole had Ben getting up onto
his knees behind his friend.
	Fucking Kyle had been a revelation.  It was like the first time
he'd made himself come, like the first time he fucked a girl but better.
Better because what started as a grudge fuck – Ben unleashing all the
tension and anger from his breakup – became something else as Kyle took
every inch of his cock anyway Ben chose to give it and begged for more.
Ben had always held back with his lovers because he knew he was big but no
matter how hard or rough he was that first time Kyle loudly and happily
loved it.  Ben felt like he'd been set free and Kyle's tight, hot asshole
made him fly.
	Kyle came first and Ben finished minutes later.  Then it had been
strange but before Ben could start to regret what he'd done Kyle admitted
to having a crush on him since they'd been kids and somehow that made Ben
feel okay.  In fact Kyle had let him sleep his drunk off on the couch and
the morning after hadn't been strange at all.  Ben had gone back to his
apartment and started packing.
	Ben had avoided Kyle for more than a month after that night.  Not
because he had regrets but because he needed the time to figure out what
the fuck was going on in his own head, why he couldn't stop thinking about
Kyle's ass and fucking it.  Glancing away from the road Ben snuck a peak at
Kyle, his profile illuminated in the lights flashing by from street lamps.
There was no denying the guy was handsome, that he turned heads wherever
they went.  And Kyle had the kind of body you normally only saw in men's
health magazines.  But those things didn't even register on the list of
reasons why Ben couldn't seem to stop fucking him, even if they were points
in Kyle's favor.
	Ben, putting his focus back on the road, admitted to himself that
there was something gay inside him; something that scared the shit out of
him when he was truthful with himself.  There was a feeling he got, a
desire that made him so hard it hurt, when he held Kyle down – Kyle who
was taller, stronger, better looking and just as confident as Ben – and
fucked him like a whore.  And Kyle loved it.  It was power and desire all
mixed together so Ben couldn't tell the difference, he just knew it wasn't
something he'd ever experienced with a woman.
	There were other things too.  Like how they could hang out.  What
woman would watch all six Star Wars movies in a row on a rainy winter
Saturday, only taking breaks to eat and fuck, then spend hours arguing over
whether the prequels were shit (Ben's opinion) or awesome (Kyle's view).
Then agree that the fight sequences were better in Episodes 1, 2 and 3
before having the kind of wild sex Ben thought usually only happened in
porn movies.  He and Kyle could go golf, see the newest action movie, visit
the batting cages or hit the building's gym then go home for more wild
monkey sex that Kyle wasn't just always up for but always obviously
enjoyed.
	Ben had moved back in with his parents and tried, without much
success, to prove he was still into women.  In the end he'd found himself
outside Kyle's door on a Friday night and never left.  That second time had
been the real clincher, had sealed Ben's fate.  He was pretty sure he knew
why even though it was crazy, ludicrous, absurd – all those words that
meant a cosmic joke was being played on him.  Tonight he'd prove it to Kyle
because he couldn't imagine giving up what they had.
	They passed through the intersection that would've taken them to
the neighborhood where Kyle's parents still lived and Ben saw Kyle's head
turn from the corner of his eye.  "You want to stop and see them on the way
home?" Ben asked, breaking the tense silence.  Ben vaguely remembered
Kyle's home from the birthday parties he'd attended when they were both
kids.
	"They're in Charlotte with my sister."  Kyle's words were so low
Ben barely heard them.  He couldn't think of anything else to say and so
the silence returned.  Luckily, they were almost at their destination.  As
they drew closer Ben thought about the fight of the night before, the one
that had left Ben sleeping in the big bed by himself.  Ben wasn't stupid,
he could read between the lines of what Kyle had said, and he knew what
Kyle really wanted.  He just wasn't sure he'd ever be able to give it to
him.  More than any of his other mixed-up feelings Ben knew he was most mad
at himself because he'd somehow hurt Kyle when it was the last thing he
wanted to do.
	So he parked on the street, as close as he could get to his
parent's place with all his brothers' and sisters' cars taking up the best
spots, and tried to think of some way to make Kyle understand Ben's
suspicions.  Kyle helped Ben grab the bags of wrapped presents out of the
trunk and trudged through the cold night up to the Wallace house.
	Of course Ben's family loved Kyle.  His mom even remembered him as
a kid.  All the women fawned over him like he was some kind of celebrity.
Kyle could be charming when he wanted and he had all Ben's sisters,
sister-in-laws and even the little nieces and nephews eating out of the
palm of his hand in the first fifteen minutes.  After a loud dinner Ben's
mom pulled out the photo albums and found pictures with Kyle in the
background at Ben's seventh, eighth and ninth birthday parties.  Ben was
embarrassed for him but if he was affected Kyle didn't show it, laughing
along with everyone else.  It was strange for Ben to remember this shared
past and see evidence of it, heartwarming in a way.
	Before long the men had gathered in the living room.  It was pure
luck that Ben found Kyle with Ben's father and two of his brothers
congregated around the wet bar, well away from the television.  Ben
couldn't have planned it better if he'd tried.  Trying to act casual he
joined the group and found his father trying to ply them all with drinks.
	"Dad, I hope you're not telling Kyle about the Wallace family
curse," Ben said.
	"It's not a curse and I'm trying to educate your roommate on
whiskey," Ben's father replied and held up a familiar bottle before pouring
shots into a line of highball glasses.  Ben was worried his father would
turn the conversation back to alcohol but his brother Mike saved him.
	"You've never told Kyle about the dreaded curse of the magic
pussy?" Mike, the oldest of the boys, laughingly asked.
	"Hey!  Watch your language, boy.  And it's not a curse it's a
blessing."  Their father responded with a mischievous smile.
	"That's not the way you told it to me," Ian, Ben's youngest
brother, exclaimed with a mock shudder.
	"Me either," Ben chimed in.
	"I'm telling you," Ben's dad began, addressing himself to Kyle with
an air of disdain.  "It was a blessing.  Many generations ago a priest
stayed with the Wallace clan in Scotland.  In thanks for their hospitality
he blessed them with love and fidelity.  It's been passed down to every
generation of our family and that priest?  He became a saint."  The older
man crossed himself drunkenly before lifting his glass in a toast.
	After they'd all had a small drink Mike said, "Love and fidelity?
When you gave me the birds and bees talk you never explained it like that."
	"Yeah, you basically told me to watch out because my dick might
fall in love with the first pussy it touched and then I'd be screwed in the
not-good way," Ian chimed in.
	"Same here," Ben agreed.  "That's why all us boys called it the
curse of the magic pussy.  `Cause once you get some of that special ass
you'll never try another."
	"You can tell us now, Dad.  It was just a story to try and keep
your sons in line, wasn't it?" Mike asked.
	"Hand over heart," Ben's father swore and put his right hand over
his chest.  "It's the honest truth.  My father and grandfather told me.  No
man in our family has ever divorced or cheated on his wife.  Even if he
can't stand her," he finished with a loud laugh.
	Ben could see Kyle glancing between the four of them with a
perplexed expression.  He needed to steer the conversation back around so
spoke up.  "But I want to know if it's true?  After you bed `The One'," he
added the air quotes with bent fingers, "you can never go back?"
	The three other Wallace men shared a look before their father
spoke.  "For me it's the truth.  I've never cheated on your mother, never
wanted to."  Ben eyed his brothers.  Both had married young.  Mike was
thirty-one and had been married for ten years with five kids.  Ian was
twenty-one and had been married for three years with four kids.
	Mike was the one to finally speak, though he wouldn't meet any of
the other's eyes.  "It's true for me.  I mean, God knows, I love Ang.  But,
remember Ian's bachelor party?  That stripper?  She was hot and when she
gave me my lap dance she was practically jerking me off through my pants
but I didn't even get a little bit aroused.  Even...," he lowered his voice
and looked around to make sure he couldn't be overheard.  "Even when I jerk
off I have to think about Angie."
	"Fuck," Ian moaned out the word while rubbing the bridge of his
nose.  "Me too.  Damn, I thought it was just a phase or something I'd
just... I don't know, get over."
	Ben, who'd never spoken quite so candidly with his brothers and
father, shared a look with his dad.  "I tried to warn you," their father
said.  "I'm not saying it's magic, maybe it's, uh, a DNA thing.  We're
hardwired for monogamy but who's to say...," he trailed off before taking a
long drink from his glass.
	Ben couldn't stop himself from looking at Kyle.  Since that first
time he'd suspected the family curse for whatever was happening between him
and Kyle.  He stared back at Ben for a moment before his eyes grew wide and
Ben somehow knew Kyle understood.  He carefully set his nearly full glass
back onto the bar before turning and walking away from Ben and his family
members.  Ben, who'd wanted Kyle to hear exactly what he'd just heard,
didn't feel any relief at making Kyle understand.  If anything he felt like
he'd just fucked up.
	Fifteen minutes later he knew he'd fucked up.  "You can't leave
yet.  We haven't even opened the presents."  Ben's mom's voice drifted in
from the foyer.
	Kyle's head popped into the open arch of the living room and he
called out, "Thanks for inviting me.  It was great to meet you all and
sorry I have to be going," he called out as he waved to the room in
general.  Ben practically flew out of his chair and pushed his way through
the knot of women crowding the open front door saying goodbye to Kyle who
stood on the front step.
	"Thanks again, Mrs. Wallace.  Have a Merry Christmas," Kyle was
saying as he hugged Ben's mom.  He caught sight of Ben and quickly
disentangled himself.  He was halfway down the drive to the waiting taxi
before Ben caught up with him.
	"Where the hell are you going?" Ben called out but Kyle only walked
faster.  Ben had to run to catch him by the arm and stop him.  "Hey, what's
up?"
	Kyle ripped his arm out of Ben's hold and turned to face him.  For
a moment Ben was struck dumb by the look of sheer anger on Kyle's face.
He'd never even imagined the other man could be capable of such seething
emotion.  It nearly made Ben's heart stop.
	"You are such an epic asshole," Kyle spat the words out from
between gritted teeth and Ben could sense the effort he was making not to
yell or strike out.  "There aren't even words for that kind of complete
douche-baggery."
	"I don't," Ben started but was forced to stop speaking as Kyle gave
his shoulder a shove hard enough to make him stumble back a step.
	"I'm your magic pussy?  Is that what that whole show was about?"
Kyle questioned him.  "Fuck you!  And fuck your curse bullshit."  Kyle was
breathing hard, fists clenched tightly at his sides.  "You find somewhere
else to stay tonight.  I'm driving down to my sister's tomorrow and I'll be
back in a week.  I want all your shit gone when I get back.  Leave the key
on the counter."  With that Kyle spun around and marched to the cab.  He
didn't even look back as he climbed in and the driver pulled away.  Ben
stayed there, stunned, for several minutes before he realized his mother
was calling his name.
	Ben went back inside and poured himself a full glass of whiskey
from the bar.  Sure, he'd known Kyle was special after that first fuck.  It
wasn't until the second time, after a month and half of total failure with
women, that Ben had guessed that Kyle might be it for him.
	He remembered the way he'd barged into Kyle's apartment that Friday
night.  How he'd wrestled Kyle to the ground, thanking God the man must
have just come from the gym, and pulled down his loose shorts and briefs to
bare his ass.  Ben barely took time to spit a few times before plunging
into Kyle's body.  The relief had been so sweet and instant that Ben had
nearly cried.
	Kyle had eventually warmed up to the fucking and by then Ben was
filling his ass with loads of hot come.  All that hot fluid made the
second, slower fuck even better.  It wasn't until after the third time,
when they'd finally made it to the bed, that Ben stated the obvious.  "I
didn't use a condom.  I'm sorry."
	"It's okay," Kyle said, sounding exhausted.  "I trust you.  We'll
figure it out tomorrow."
	The thing was, Ben had never intended to use a condom.  The tight,
tight grip of Kyle's ass was all his and no one else would ever get to know
what it felt like.  And Ben had come a long way since that night.  Kissing
wasn't bad when they were fucking, Ben actually enjoyed it.  And he'd even
become an expert in the reach-around, stroking Kyle's cock while they
fucked.  But he obviously hadn't come far enough for Kyle, he thought as he
reached for the bottle of whiskey to pour a second glass.

	The first few days in Charlotte weren't so bad.  Kyle didn't even
mind taking the top bunk in his nephew's bedroom as his parents had already
co-opted the guest room.  The kids were fun and Kyle had no problem letting
his inner child out to help them play with all their new toys, especially
the video games.  By the third day he was ready to go back home.
	It was completely lame but he missed Ben, and not just the sex, but
hanging out together and living together.  He suspected he may have
overreacted to the whole curse thing but it went straight to his
insecurities.  Kyle had been afraid of the way he so easily fell into the
role of Ben's sex toy, something warm and easy to fuck.
	Still he was ridiculously pleased when he got a text from Ben on
the third night.
	*I'm sorry.  Thx for the xmas gift.  It was perfect and I don't
deserve it* Kyle had left the card on the kitchen table with Ben's name on
it.  Inside was a gift card to a sporting goods store with just enough
credit to buy that driver Ben had been talking about since their last round
of golf.
	*Not that it'll help your game* Against his better judgment Kyle
texted back.
	*:) we'll see on the links.  I didn't mean it will you come home?*
For some reason the quick response made Kyle want to cry.
	*Because I'm the only pussy you can fuck?* Kyle sent the message
then wished he could take it back.  Ben was trying, after all.  He should
do the same.  It was a long five minutes before a response came.
	*Mike's having a party new years.  Meet me there?  Please Kyle*
Kyle thought about it for awhile.  In a way it would be kind of perfect if
they met in a public place, guaranteeing less bloodshed.  And both of them
would be less likely to make a public scene.  It made Kyle wonder, though.
Why was Ben making such an effort?  Was his ass that good?
	An address came next before Kyle could respond.  A second later,
*Will U B there?*
	*I'll think about it* Kyle knew before he even sent the message
that he'd be at the party.
	Kyle stayed at his sister's until Sunday when he left early in the
morning.  His apartment was sad and lonely with all of Ben's stuff gone.
He could barely sleep in it but he managed a few hours and a nap Monday
afternoon.  Ben hadn't given him a time for the party so he started getting
ready about seven that night and was pulling up to the address he'd been
given just after eight.
	The cul-de-sac was full of cars and Kyle had to park a block away
but it wasn't too cold for the end of December.  His knock on the door was
answered by one of Ben's sisters, Kyle thought her name was Sherry.  She
was already tipsy and shrieked before pulling him into a tight hug, mashing
her breasts against his chest.  "Oh my God!  Kyle!" she all but screamed
into his ear.
	"Um, hey, it's good to see you," Kyle said while trying to pry her
away.  "Is Ben around?"
	Now that the time had come Kyle felt like he might puke and he
wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, one way or another.  The
house was full of people, all eating and drinking, as Sherry led him
inside.  "They're all in the den," she told him before screaming, "I'm so
excited for you!"  And they were.  Ben's parents, his brothers and one of
the sisters were all there laughing and talking while a dozen kids sat on
the floor playing with something Kyle couldn't see.
	A couple people called his name but all Kyle could see was Ben and
his light eyes were locked on Kyle.  He was up and moving toward Kyle
before Kyle had a chance to say so much as hello.  Ben took Kyle's arm just
above his elbow and propelled him back the way he'd come and into the
hallway.  "So, how are you?" Kyle tried to ask but Ben was quickly leading
him up a stairway to the unlit second floor.
	"Ben, where... what?"  Kyle nearly stumbled on the stairs but Ben
had a firm grasp and steadied him without slowing down.  They entered a
bathroom and Ben turned on the light before closing and locking the door
behind him.  "Ben," Kyle said warily, concerned by the intense expression
on Ben's face.
	Ben grabbed him as he spun them both until Kyle's back was pressed
to the door and brought their lips together.  It was hard and bruising,
their lips mashed together just before their teeth clacked and Kyle
would've pulled away except that he had nowhere to go.  Then Ben's tongue
was forcing its way into Kyle's mouth and he didn't want to be anywhere
else.
	Kyle barely had time to enjoy the oral assault before Ben was
moving again.  Kyle found himself facing the large rectangle of the mirror
above the sink.  Ben, who was a few inches shorter, watched Kyle from over
his shoulder in their reflection.  Without thinking Kyle put more bend in
his knees so he could get a better look.
	"I really want to fuck you," Ben said with his chin resting on
Kyle's shoulder.  Just to emphasize he held Kyle's hips to grind a very
erect cock against Kyle's ass.  Kyle could feel his body instantly reacting
and his asshole flexing in anticipation.
	Kyle sighed and let his head fall back on Ben's broad shoulder.  "I
missed you," he admitted, even though it cost him something like a chunk of
his heart.  Kyle found himself ignoring every reason why he shouldn't give
in to Ben and just take the pounding he desperately wanted.
	"Not yet," Ben said with a rough growl against Kyle's ear.  "I need
to tell you something."  Kyle hummed in agreement all while trying to
wiggle his ass so Ben's big cock would line up with the crease of his ass
through two layers of clothes.  "Fuck, stop," Ben groaned.  He wrapped his
arms around Kyle and hugged him tightly.  "Look at me, Kyle."
	Kyle put his hands over Ben's and raised his head.  Their eyes met
and for the first time Kyle saw how exhausted Ben seemed.  "Hey, I
overreacted," Kyle stated.  He found the serious expression on Ben's face
vaguely terrifying.  Ben only got serious about sex and football and this
didn't seem like either so Kyle felt the need to delay whatever was coming.
	"No, listen.  I was an asshole.  This last week has been the
seventh longest week of my life.  It made me realize a few things."  Kyle
found himself unable to look away from those blue eyes.
	"Seventh?" he asked, still needing to break the tension mounting in
the hard set of Ben's lips.  In this case it worked as Ben's lips turned up
in a wistful smile.
	"You remember the six weeks after the first time we fucked?"  Kyle
couldn't help letting out a soft huff of a laugh at that.  Ben placed a
small kiss on the corner of his jaw as Kyle relaxed into his embrace more
naturally.  "So this is the deal," Ben said after a moment.  "I'll learn
to, uh, go down on you.  I'm not sure I'll ever be ready to let you near my
ass but I promise to take care of you, like, sexually.  No, wait," Ben said
to forestall whatever he saw Kyle getting ready to say.  "Just, if you give
me a chance I can be, uhm, like, a boyfriend.  Your boyfriend, I mean."
	Kyle couldn't help the grin on his face.  He'd never seen Ben so
flustered.  "You'll change your facebook status, then?" Kyle jokingly
answered Ben's unspoken question.  In truth, the whole situation was
starting to make Kyle squirm.  Not that he didn't appreciate Ben's words
and actions, he did, but they were coming awfully close to having a moment
and that was something Kyle had avoided in every relationship he'd ever
had.
	"You're being a prick but that's fine.  Come on, I've got a
surprise for you."  Ben opened the door and was on the stairs before Kyle
realized he needed to follow.  "Move it, bro."
	Kyle still had things he wanted to say, demands to make, but his
throat dried up as he came down the stairs of Ben's brother's house.  He
cautiously paused halfway down at the sight of Ben's whole family gathered
at the bottom.  And someone had turned down the music.  People Kyle didn't
even know were watching him expectantly.
	Ben waited on the last step in his best suit, Kyle noticed.  He
suddenly felt underdressed in his jeans and sweater though no one else
attending the party was dressed up.  "Come on," Ben encouraged him.
	"What's going on?" Kyle asked.  He was getting a funny feeling in
the pit of his stomach.
	"For Christ's sakes, Kyle!  Get down here."  Ben's voice was overly
loud in the small area.  When Kyle didn't immediately move Ben bounded up
the stairs, reaching for Kyle's hand.
	"You know," Ben said as he reached into his left pocket.  "I had
big plans for a nice speech and shit.  I should've known you'd fuck it up."
Kyle ignored the snickers from some of the kids at their uncle's cursing.
Kyle only had eyes for the black jeweler's box Ben had in his hand and knew
he'd start hyperventilating any second.  "So here," Ben said as he let go
of Kyle's hand to open the box.  "I want to make it permanent."  There were
two dark metal rings in the box.
	Kyle was helpless to stop Ben as the other man took his hand and
slid one of the rings onto his finger.  "Uh," Kyle had no fucking clue what
to say.
	"Ben you have to ask first," Ben's mom called out.  "And that's the
wrong hand, honey."  A couple people thought that was hilarious but Kyle
hardly registered the laughter.
	He had no idea what to do or say and worse, Kyle knew, he only had
a second to decide what he should do.  With a huff of exasperation Ben
tugged the ring off Kyle's finger to put it on the other hand.  Looking up
with a half-smile he asked, "So will you marry me?"
	"Yeah, I mean yes," Kyle answered.  What else could he say in front
of Ben's family and all the other people?  It doesn't have to mean
anything, he told himself.
	There was a round of clapping and cheering.  Ben's mother rushed up
the steps to hug a startled Kyle.  Then there were people to hug and hands
to shake.  Kyle completely lost sight of Ben as he was pulled into the
crush of people.  It was a long while before he managed to break away from
the well-meaning Wallace's with a plate of food and an open beer someone
had shoved into his hands.  It was with relief that Kyle retreated to the
kitchen.  He wasn't too surprised when Ben found him minutes later.
	"You alright?" Ben asked.  Kyle nodded as he took a long drink from
his beer.  Ben came close enough to lean on the counter right beside Kyle.
	"You're not wearing your ring," Kyle noticed.
	"Oh, yeah, I wasn't sure."  Ben reached into his pocket for the
box.  "Can I just put it on myself?  I didn't know if there was some kind
of protocol."  He held the ring out for Kyle who took it while Ben held his
hand up and out.  "You like them?  They're titanium."  Kyle finally slid
the ring into place before holding out his own hand.  The two of them
studied the matching rings on their fingers.
	"They're cool," Kyle admitted.  In a very real way the whole
situation seemed absurd to Kyle.  At the same time he couldn't deny that
there was a part of him feeling more excited than a kid on Christmas
morning.  And somehow Kyle found himself standing calmly beside Ben in a
strange kitchen when he felt like the whole world had changed.
	"Follow me," Ben took his hand.  "Before someone finds us."  Kyle
let Ben lead him to the backdoor and through it once Ben had eased it open.
	"Ben it's fucking freezing out here," Kyle whispered within a few
steps.  "We should get our jackets."
	"Come on, bro, we won't be cold for long."  Ben promised then
shocked Kyle by reaching back and taking his hand.  Ben's palm was warm and
Kyle's protests died with the simple contact.
	The backyard wasn't very big but it was wide as the sprawling house
and there was a patio, about five feet wide, that hugged the back of the
home.  Ben led Kyle to the farthest side from the kitchen door.  By the
fence there was a Jacuzzi laying dormant in the soft light from the
brightly lit windows beside them.  The sides were slatted in cedar and a
matching cabinet sat a few feet away.  Ben released Kyle's hand to pull a
couple towels from the cabinet and put them atop it and turned to give Kyle
a conspiratorial wink.
	"Help me out here," Ben whispered.  He folded back one half of the
cover and Kyle got his first whiff of the chemicals and water.  Together
they lifted off the cover and set it aside.  Ben immediately started taking
off his clothes, starting with his suit jacket and shirt.
	Kyle couldn't help admiring the view.  Ben's body was still beefy
but three months of working out regularly with Kyle had made his body
firmer and larger in all the right places.  Ben bent at the waist to remove
his shoes and his belly bulged slightly over the waist of his pants.  Ben's
extra padding had always turned Kyle on.  He straightened and his abs came
into view with their dark line of hair causing the usual reaction in Kyle.
	With a grin Ben met Kyle's gaze and shucked his pants along with
his underwear.  He threw them over his shirt beside the towels and hopped
from one foot to the other to remove his socks.  Completely naked and
half-hard Ben climbed into the steaming water.  Not for the first time
Kyle's breath caught at the sight of him.
	"Hurry up, Kyle.  Your nuts are gonna freeze off," Ben said as he
eased into the water and settled with a deep sigh.
	"We can't just skinny dip in your brother's hot tub," Kyle
whispered with a glance at the lighted windows.  He could see people moving
in there, talking and eating with drinks in hand.  "There's, like, a
hundred people in there, Ben."
	"They can't see out, it's too dark.  Come on, stop being such a
baby.  I just wanted to talk in private.  Plus, this feels amazing."
	Kyle hesitated another moment before shrugging and unbuckling his
belt.  It took less than a minute to unclothe himself and he was stepping
quick on the cold, cold concrete to reach the tub.  He gratefully let his
body into the warm water.  Ben had settled himself along the far side and
Kyle felt along with his hand to find a bench seat across from him.  Only
Ben grabbed Kyle's forearm to seat Kyle beside him.  Both men sank into the
water up to their necks and the only sound was their quite breathing and
the small sounds of the water against the sides of the tub.
	A sort of armrest was molded into the plastic between them and Kyle
was momentarily grateful for the forced separation between them.  He let
his head fall back and stared up into the patchy clouds above them, picking
Orion's belt out in the sky when it became visible.  He had to admit the
water and warmth did feel amazing, not that he planned to let Ben know he'd
been right about anything.  In truth Kyle was still reeling from the
surreal events and the moment of peace to think was a relief.
	"This is nice," Ben said as he reached out and found Kyle's hand.
He laced their fingers together and guided both their arms to rest between
them.
	"What'd you tell your family?" Kyle asked the first thing that came
to mind.  "They didn't seem very surprised," he added.  He was nowhere near
ready to talk about what had actually happened.
	"I told my parents the night you left.  The rest I told in the last
couple days."
	"But what did you tell them?" Kyle needed to know.
	"I, uh, came out.  That's what you call it, right?"  Kyle could
hear the smile in Ben's words and couldn't keep himself from turning his
head to find Ben watching him.
	"You told them you're gay?" Kyle asked, letting all the disbelief
he felt filter into his words.
	"Yup.  I told my parents we'd been living together but I didn't go
into all that with my brothers and sisters.  It wasn't that bad," Ben
finished with a small shrug.
	"And they were just okay with it?"  Kyle's voice stressed the
boundaries of what could be considered a whisper.
	"No, but...  My dad said it was the shittiest Christmas gift ever.
He was so pissed, Kyle.  But my mom actually told me she'd suspected for a
long time."
	"What!?" Kyle interjected.
	"I know," Ben said with a quiet chuckle.  "I told her that I wished
she'd have let me know.  My sisters all seemed cool with it but I'm not
talking to two of my brothers right now.  I don't know if they're really
against it or if they're just mad I didn't say anything before, you know?
I get the feeling that the whole situation is so strange that everyone is
waiting to see how it shakes out."  Kyle only then realized the whole
family hadn't been there to congratulate them even though he was pretty
sure he'd seen all of them at the party.  "I basically threatened them all
not to fuck things up tonight or I'd kill them."
	Kyle really desperately wanted this whole situation to be real.
He'd wanted Ben as a boy and more so as a man except, "But you're not gay,"
he blurted out.
	"Jesus, Kyle, does it matter?  I don't understand why," he paused
as Kyle squeezed his hand and cut him off.
	"It's the curse, I know you think so.  You don't really want me,
don't want to be gay.  You can't just decide to be gay, Ben.  I mean, just
so you can keep fucking me?  Remember what started all this?"  Kyle did.
He'd been shocked when Ben told him they were going to his parents' house
for Christmas Eve.  He'd been even more shocked and pissed when, the day
before, Ben had asked him not to act too gay with his family.  "You don't
even want me to be gay."
	"Listen, I'm sorry I said that.  I don't even know why I did that.
And it's more than the sex.  I missed you this last week.  I missed hanging
out with you, just eating with you or watching TV together.  Sleeping
together, too.  I won't lie, I missed the sex a lot.  You can't imagine how
many times I had to jerk off this week thinking about your ass but I missed
my best friend more."
	"Still, you want a woman, Ben.  You might fuck me but you're
thinking of tits and shit.  You even said I was just a warm hole.  You
remember that?"  Kyle asked, denying Ben's words.  He untangled their hands
and pulled until Ben had to let his hand go.  "You didn't have to fucking
propose to me," he said and looked away.  "We can be friends but..."  He
didn't know what else to say.
	He didn't want to give Ben up in anyway.  Kyle knew he might
complain about Ben's constant horniness but it wasn't really true.  He
reveled in the way Ben just took what he wanted from Kyle's body, the way
he acted like he owned it.  It wasn't something Kyle had ever wanted from
another man but Ben was different.  Ben pulled that need and desire right
out of Kyle.  But Kyle didn't think they could go back to being friends who
fucked, not after all this.  Things had gotten messy and Kyle hated that.
	Turning in his seat Ben said, "Come here."  He reached out and
pulled on Kyle's arm.  And like always happened when Ben started
manhandling him Kyle felt himself going with it.  He almost went under but
Ben dragged him over with strong hands on Kyle's arms, legs and hips until
he had Kyle settled straddling his lap to face one another.  "You think I
don't want you?" he asked as he pulled Kyle's hand into his lap so Kyle
could feel that he was hard.
	"I had a lot of time to think this past week and I realized I must
be gay.  I want you all the time.  Christ," he gritted out the last as Kyle
instinctively curled his hand around Ben's big cock and squeezed it.  "I
love your body, Kyle.  I love the way you make me feel.  I think I've
wanted you all along, it just took me this long to admit it.  You really
think I'd want to make this permanent if I wasn't sure?"
	Ben's hand, hot from the water, slid over Kyle's shoulder to wrap
around the back of his neck and pulled him in.  Their lips met and Kyle
groaned as his own cock started to harden.  Ben's tongue forced its way
into Kyle's mouth and the hand that wasn't holding Kyle in place
tentatively skimmed over Kyle's chest and stomach.  Kyle couldn't stop the
shudder that coursed through him as that questing hand groped for and found
his hardening cock.
	"I like this too," Ben murmured against his lips with a tug on
Kyle's dick.  "I've thought about what it would be like to taste it, to
feel you come in my mouth."  That pronouncement was almost enough to make
Kyle come right there.
	They kissed deeper, stroking one another.  Kyle was so aroused by
Ben's kisses.  It was the first time when he felt like the kissing was the
purpose and not the side effect of Ben trying to get off in his hole.  Kyle
took his time and let his tongue linger and taste every corner of Ben's
mouth, tasting the beer they'd both had and something salty Ben had eaten.
Both of their hands sped up as Ben's tongue pushed against his and Kyle
took it in to suckle at it, causing Ben to groan and thrust into Kyle's
hand.  He was so close that Kyle had to pull back, studying Ben's face for
any sign of uncertainty.
	Kyle broke the intense intimacy first, looking away from Ben's
flushed face and hot eyes.  "Hey, don't go away," Ben said and gently
cupped Kyle's jaw to draw his eyes back.  "Are we good now?"  Kyle met
Ben's eyes and managed a nod.  New and scary feelings were welling up
inside him, getting clogged in his throat.  "We don't have to rush, Kyle.
You don't even have to mean it, about the ring and all that.  It was, just,
the only way I could think to let you know how serious I am about this."
Ben swiped a wet thumb over Kyle's cheek.
	Rather than respond Kyle pushed close and reclaimed Ben's lips,
retaking his cock in hand.  He'd missed the monster.  Impulsively he
shifted himself over Ben until he could feel that hot meat right up against
his hole.  They were surrounded by water but Kyle knew it wouldn't really
help him take Ben dry and also knew that wasn't going to stop him.  Doing
his best to relax the muscles and push out at the same time Kyle forced his
ass to swallow past the rim of the wide head then froze to take deep
breaths.  It fucking burned.
	He watched Ben's face with his gritted teeth and slitted eyes.
"You don't have to," Ben choked out, then, "Shit, you're tight."
	"I want to.  I missed this," Kyle said and forced himself to take a
few more inches.  Ben's hands found his hips and were insistent about
helping Kyle and gravity force them closer together.
	"Mmm, is that all you missed?" Ben mumbled his question with his
lips all over Kyle's neck.  "My cock?"  He tried for indignant but Kyle
could hear the need in his voice.
	Kyle forced himself to take the last few inches and took a moment
to catch his breath.  His asshole steadily flexed around the large
intruder, trying to adjust.  Kyle's body well remembered this, though, and
the pain quickly faded to a mild ache.  "Hmm?" Ben prompted and wrapped his
arms around Kyle's back to hold him close.
	Kyle released his hold on the edge of the Jacuzzi and wrapped his
arms around Ben in turn.  "Maybe I missed you a little," he said as he
looked into Ben's eyes.
	"Well, at least I know where I stand in this relationship."  Ben
obviously tried but couldn't pull of the mock injured look.
	Kyle leaned in to kiss just below Ben's ear then said, "Yeah,
you're the stud."  He closed his lips on Ben's earlobe and sucked lightly.
	"Oh yeah, your stud.  I think I might be okay with that," he
chuckled in a rumble from his broad chest that vibrated through Kyle.  He
traced a line across Ben's jaw with his tongue to his lips.  They kissed
deeply for a long time until Ben couldn't stop from trying to get some
friction on his cock by trying to fuck up into Kyle.
	"Nuh uh," Kyle managed.  He pulled back from their kiss only to
sweep back in and suck on Ben's fuller bottom lip, pulling it away from his
teeth before breaking away again.  "Let me just," he paused as he clenched
around Ben's throbbing cock.  "I just want to feel you inside me."
	"You're going to kill me," Ben groaned.
	Kyle just smiled, grinding in a tight circle on Ben's staff, as he
concentrated on the fullness inside him.  Kyle closed his eyes and imagined
his inner muscles sucking on Ben's cock to try and pull the big dick in
deeper.  "Fuck," Ben breathed and his hands tightened on Kyle's sides.
	Kyle's eyes popped open and he drank in the way Ben was looking at
him with so much desire.  He pulled the big hands off his body and pulled
Ben's arms up out of the water.  He arranged Ben with his hands behind his
head.  Kyle took his own cock in his right hand to stroke himself.  With
his left hand he felt all over Ben's exposed biceps and into the furry pits
before stroking his nipples under the water.  "Stay there, like that," he
grunted.  He raked his fingers through the hair on Ben's chest and stomach.
	Grinding and flexing internally Kyle got off on Ben's body as he
stroked himself.  He leaned forward with his hand braced on Ben's chest to
lick and suck at all the skin he could reach that wasn't underwater.  Ben's
eyes drifted shut and he tilted his head when Kyle reached his neck.  Even
the chemical filled water tasted good off Ben's skin.
	Kyle worked his hips, back and forth as he felt the big cock press
against the inner walls of his chute.  He rotated in a circle that grew
wider as Ben's dick scraped up against sensitive tissue.  He flexed his
thighs and bounced in tiny jerks, not letting the cock out but letting it
pull tight on his asslips.  He stroked himself and perved on Ben's body.
Ben himself was squirming and Kyle knew he was dying to take over but
holding himself back.  It turned Kyle on like hell.
	"Fuck," Kyle moaned and bit his lip as the end creeped up on him.
He was suddenly shooting into the hot water and squeezing Ben's cock so
hard with his ass, so good it nearly hurt.  The last shot left him with a
quaking body as Ben wrapped his arms around Kyle's back and gripped his
shoulders underhanded.
	He stroked into Kyle with little thrusts and Kyle felt the familiar
throbbing and bucking of Ben's cock that signaled his orgasm.  The wet heat
bloomed in his belly as Ben filled him with come and Kyle let himself go
limp over Ben.  In the aftermath Kyle noticed his shoulders and back above
the water were getting cold but he couldn't work up the energy to do
anything about it.
	"That was good...," Ben huffed.  "Real good."
	The cock in his ass slowly deflated as Kyle moved enough to kiss
Ben on the lips.  They caressed one another lazily until Ben's dick slid
out of Kyle's hole.  Kyle gave one last shudder and pushed off to dunk into
the water up to his neck.
	"We should go back in before they miss us," Ben whispered.  He
found Kyle's hand under the water and pulled him close for one last kiss
before getting them both to their feet.
	They dried hurriedly and dressed quicker.  Once they were both
ready Kyle stopped Ben from heading inside to say, "If you're sure then I'm
in."  Ben's grin lit up and he kissed Kyle once more before picking up the
towels and leading Kyle inside.
	The kitchen was empty and Ben tossed the towels into a side room
where Kyle spotted the washer and dryer.  As they left the kitchen they ran
into Ben's brother, Mike.  He had a full trash bag in one hand.  "Hey, bro.
Where you guys been?  Mom was looking for you."  He slung a friendly arm
over Ben's back and smiled at Kyle.
	"We were just talking," Ben said as Mike leaned into him with a
puzzled expression.  He sniffed at Ben's collar.
	"Christ, Ben!  You were in the hot tub?  Tell me you didn't have
sex in there."
	Ben ducked his head and pushed Kyle through the door ahead of him.
"Gotta go, Mike," he called back.  Kyle couldn't make it out but he heard
Mike grumbling behind them.
	They headed into the dining room where all the food was laid out.
Kyle had to admit that everything felt right in the world.  Ben's come in
his guts, a ring on his finger and a promise from the guy he'd loved since
third grade – life couldn't get much better.  But it did get better when
he got a big kiss from Ben at midnight in a full room of strangers and
soon-to-be-family.

	"Yuck," Ben thought to himself.  It wasn't so much the taste of
Kyle's come, it was the texture.  He finished swallowing it down and gave
one last lick to Kyle's spent cock.  The texture and the weird oily
aftertaste it left on his tongue and in his throat, he amended.  Still, it
wasn't too bad.
	He'd been pretty surprised the first time on how much he got off on
sucking cock.  It was like eating out a woman `cause it didn't feel good
for him but he got off on making his partner feel so good.  He definitely
liked it but not as much as rimming which was way better than eating pussy.
Girls got wet but Kyle got soft and compliant, his little hole opening up.
Nothing made Kyle's inner slut come out like a good rim job and Ben wholly
reaped the rewards of that.
	He crawled up Kyle's body and kissed his slack lips.  "Good?" he
asked with a self-satisfied smile when Kyle didn't respond to his lips.
Kyle groaned and rolled over onto his stomach.
	"Wake me up in a few hours and I'll let you know," he mumbled.
	"Hey, I'm still hard here," Ben playfully nipped Kyle's shoulder.
	"Jesus, you've been hard since we got here.  Have at it," Kyle said
into the pillow and slightly raised his ass.  "Just make it quick.  I'm
tired and done."
	Laughing Ben straddled Kyle's body.  He let his cock rest over
Kyle's ass cheeks before letting his weight down and fitting his cock
between the plump cheeks.  He had to admit, day three of their honeymoon,
and he felt like a fucking pagan sex god.  He hadn't been so constantly
revved up since his teens.  He couldn't keep away from the man who now
officially belonged to him.  He growled against the nape of Kyle's neck.
	"It's your husbandly duty to please your man," he said and
playfully sucked up a mark.
	"If you use `husbandly duty' as an excuse to fuck me one more time
I'm going to strangle you in your sleep," Kyle groused.  He didn't try to
get away, though.
	The valley of Kyle's ass was still wet with lube and come so the
belly of Ben's cock just glided as he began humping the body beneath him.
The idea of a quick, hard fuck for his own pleasure only was a turn on but
what he was doing felt too good to stop.  Besides, this ass belonged to Ben
and he could have it whenever he wanted, also a huge turn on.  He sighed
happily and continued rutting against Kyle's ass.  He'd swear he could feel
the extra heat from Kyle's used hole on the shaft of his cock like a
burning mark as he moved.  Ben nuzzled his nose against the scruff of
Kyle's hair.
	Kyle had buzzed it off to almost nothing in preparation for their
trip.  It looked good on him, made him look less wholesome and more
predatorily handsome.  The man even had a sexily shaped skull, Ben mused.
The light brown hair was turning gold with all the sun they'd been getting.
Kyle had also shaved his torso, not that he had much hair to begin with,
and trimmed his pubes and pits to almost bare.  All of it was quickly
turning a golden tan.  Ben couldn't keep his hands off his husband's body.
	He'd been surprised to find himself as the one pushing for a date
after New Year's.  In the end he'd been the one to make the plans and set
everything up.  Two days and one night in Massachusetts to get married then
a week at an all-inclusive resort in Mexico, done.  Ben figured they could
have some kind of ceremony or something at their first anniversary for
their families.
	Kyle had grumbled at first but he was always agreeable after a good
fuck.  So Ben had nailed him to their bed and here they were, Mexico in
March.  He focused on Kyle again.  He wasn't snoring but his body was all
relaxed and his eyes were closed from what Ben could see.  "Are you
sleeping, dickhead?"
	"No," Kyle said tiredly.  Ben smirked to himself, he knew a way to
make sure Kyle didn't fall asleep on him.  He almost felt guilty but he was
fucking horny after blowing Kyle.  Ben shifted his hips and drew back until
he felt the head of his cock fall on the mark.  In one easy thrust he slid
into Kyle's ass.  No resistance at all and Kyle's hole felt soft and wet,
so fucking hot inside.  Ben loved Kyle's tight ass but this was nice too.
It was still snug but not like usual.  Kyle groaned beneath him.
	Ben sawed his cock in and out, lazy and slow.  He could fuck Kyle
like this for hours, the other man's slippery insides caressing the head of
his cock like hot, wet silk.  "You're fucking juiced inside," he told Kyle.
	"Hmm, wonder how that happened?" Kyle asked.  He didn't sound
upset, though, he sounded turned on.
	"You like that?" Ben asked.  "Your shit's all loose and sloppy with
my sperm and it turns you on?"  That earned him a growl but apparently Kyle
was still too tired to move much.  "It turns me on," Ben admitted.  "It's
fucking hot."
	"Yeah," Kyle agreed.  Ben was still steadily pumping Kyle's fine
ass.  Best vacation ever, Ben thought.
	They'd woken up early to play golf.  Nine holes and a late
breakfast then they hit the beach.  Kyle had worn a swimsuit Ben had never
seen before.  It was a bright red boxer-brief, skin tight, with a small
rainbow flag in the center of the waistband at the back where it couldn't
reach the beginning of Kyle's asscrack.  Ben knew instantly that it was
another gay test so he hadn't said a word.  Besides it was fucking hot.  He
didn't last long before he dragged Kyle to an abandoned cabana and hit
that.  Followed by lunch then another hour on the beach before Ben got too
horned up and forced Kyle back to their room.
	Ben happily plowed Kyle's ass while he thought about that swimsuit.
Skimpy fabric highlighting Kyle's perfect ass and showcasing his ripped
body, Ben loved that thing.  It was better than lingerie.  He wondered if
it was strange that he got off on all the other people checking out his
husband's bod.  It made Ben proud and possessive.
	Kyle's little tests were annoying but only because Ben wished he'd
stop worrying and trust Ben to know what Ben wanted.  It had started with
holding Ben's hand in public, snuggling on the couch while watching TV,
kissing him in line at the grocery store, going to gay bars and now the
swimsuit.  What neither of them had expected was for Ben to like it, and he
did.  He loved anything that made them closer.  At that moment all Ben
could concentrate on was getting closer to Kyle's throat from the inside.
	Speeding up, Ben fucked into Kyle's squirming body.  Changing the
angle of his hips got him a squeak from Kyle.  Ben couldn't stop the cocky
grin as Kyle tilted his ass and pushed it up for deeper access.  Typical
Kyle, first begging with his body.  Ben knew it wouldn't be long before he
started begging out loud.  Ben drew back further to shove his knees between
Kyle's legs.  Kyle obliged and spread his legs wide as Ben drew himself up
into a pushup position.  He wanted to pound.
	Long strokes and Ben watched his cock disappear into Kyle's body,
faster and faster.  "Oh, fuck me," Kyle moaned softly.  Ben wasn't sure if
Kyle was complaining or fighting his own arousal.  He had to know so he
pulled out with a sucking pop and flipped Kyle onto his back.  He smiled at
Kyle's hard cock as he fell over him.
	He used his right hand to find Kyle's asshole and plunged back
inside to the sweet heat.  "Wrap your legs around me and stroke yourself,"
Ben commanded.  It only took seconds to sort their bodies out, Kyle's legs
and left arm around Ben.  "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you so hold on,
okay?"
	Kyle's eyes were wide open now and he nodded, biting into his
bottom lip.  It turned Ben on.  So close, face to face, Kyle's eyes looked
huge and dazed.  Ben let his instincts take over as he slammed into his
man.  He kissed Kyle savagely, taking his whimpering cries into his own
mouth.  Ben could feel the orgasm building in the base of his spine.  Kyle
went off and his hole went off around Ben like a clenching fist, the
perfect sensation to throw Ben into his completion.
	It was almost painful the way come spurted out of Ben's cock, deep
into Kyle's ass.  His nuts were running on empty and he grunted through it.
The last few spurts made Ben feel like he might pass out.  Kyle's ass gave
one last clench to his sensitive cock and he wanted to cry with how
perfectly painful and pleasurable it felt.
	With the very last of his energy Ben pulled away.  He fell onto his
side and dragged Kyle bodily over him.  They settled into their usual
position for sleep with Kyle's head on Ben's chest and Kyle's longer body
curled around Ben, their legs tangled together.
	"I love you, Ben," Kyle said softly.  It was the first time either
one of them had said it outside of a marriage vow.
	Unexpected tears gathered in Ben's eyes and his throat felt tight.
Still, he managed to get the words out, "I love you, too."  They just
breathed together for a long time.  The ocean air breezed in through their
open balcony door, drying the sweat on both of them.  Ben's heart finally
settled and he craned his neck to kiss the top of Kyle's head.
	"I still think we should've gone with Greene-Wallace," Kyle said.
Ben couldn't help the startled laugh that came out of him.
	"That sounds stupid, Mr. Wallace-Greene.  That's what someone would
name a bacteria or an asteroid."
	"Whatever you say, Mr. Wallace-Greene.  Wake me up for dinner, I
need protein.  Then they're having this couple's thing after, we could
check out."  Kyle's voice didn't sound quite right to Ben and he wondered
if Kyle was feeling emotional too.
	"I was thinking after dinner we could try out some of those
positions from your Gay Kama Sutra book."
	"I confiscated that book," Kyle protested.
	"I memorized all the best ones.  Anyway, there's this one where you
balance upside down on your shoulders with your legs out and I sort of
stand or lean over you...," Ben thought he had it right and tried to
picture it in his head.
	"Maybe.  If you promise not to try and bone me before dinner," Kyle
said and tilted his head to see Ben.  His eyes seemed a little shiny but
Ben couldn't care less.  Everything was perfect.
	"I promise," he solemnly vowed and kissed Kyle's forehead.  Kyle
smiled and shook his head before settling back down.  Seconds later his
breathing evened out and Ben held his husband closer before closing his own
eyes.