Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2002 15:46:59 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Whiskey Beach #1

WHISKEY BEACH
By
Lee Mariner

April 2002

DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy involving
homosexual relations between a man and a
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All characters depicted are fictional and there
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INVOLVEMENT IN UNPROTECTED SEX CAN LEAD TO LIFE
THREATENING CONSEQUENCES AND SHOULD BE AVOIDED.

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* * * * * *
Chapter #1

July in Philadelphia can be sweltering for a city
dweller even if you work in air-conditioned offices or
live in an air-conditioned home; you still have to go
outside. This July the temperatures had gone over the
90's several times and I was really looking forward to
taking a vacation at my place in Delaware.

My name is Taylor Bridges, 6'1" 175lbs, 30yrs old and
not bad looking with brown hair and eyes. I work out
in a private gym furnished by the bank I work for
staying in good shape. Being gay and working in the
public eye has its drawbacks since I'm one of several
vice-presidents that banks create for the esthetic
value of several names listed on their stationary
head. My department handles new accounts, estate
management and trusts. New accounts are not very
exciting; usually it only involves the establishing of
accounts for individuals and various corporations.
Working with estates and trusts can be interesting at
times and the managing of estates was how I acquired a
cottage in Whiskey Beach, Delaware.

Estate management and trusts are connected sometimes
when an estate is left in trust and the bank has the
power to manage, transfer, liquidate and acquire
assets that are in the interest of the trust.
Occasionally we liquidate an entire trust if there is
a conflict between the heirs and the courts direct
divesture. It can get nasty sometimes and that it
where a lot of stress comes in when dealing with irate
heirs all trying to screw each other out of what their
great granddaddy had left without really specific
instructions. The bank is in the middle hence that's
where I sit sometimes. Not all large estates being
broken up have much in the way of real estate but once
in a great while a really nice piece of property
becomes available. That was the case in one estate we
were settling where the heirs could not agree on who
would get a summer home located on the ocean in
Whiskey Beach just north of Rehoboth Beach, Delaware.
The property consisted of an octagon shaped cottage on
5 acres of ocean front property and the assessed value
was $110,000.

The price for ocean front property in the Rehoboth
Beach area seemed low so I checked the MLS Listings
for comparison values and saw why it was assessed low.
Development had gone south along the barrier islands
instead of north. There was a Wildlife Refuge and the
Cape Henlopen State Park that would stop further
development north.

The banks real estate agent had sent a plat of the
property with pictures and the property was isolated.
An asphalt roadway ended in the sand and you walked
maybe another 100 yards to the cottage. Pictures
showed a neat cedar sided 8-sided building with large
glass windows several of which were broken out. There
was a continuous wooden deck that went completely
around the building with wide steps at one point
leading down from the deck to the sand and facing the
end of the roadway. The entire cottage was built on
heavy 6x6 pylons some 10' off of the ground.  It was
obvious the building had not been occupied for some
time and needed work. The heirs did not want to
improve or repair the property and instructed the bank
that it be sold at the assessed value in "as is"
condition.

There was potential and the seclusion made it even
more desirable too me but I didn't want the bank
knowing I had bought the property if I was able. I
called a friend of mine in Dover, Delaware who was in
the real estate business, Phillip Couhigg of Couhigg
Realty hoping he could help me since the property was
in Delaware.
* * * * * *


Phillip and I had served in the Navy together and
become close friends but we drifted apart after
discharge only exchanging the usual Christmas cards
with each other.  His home was in Dover, Del. and mine
was in Scranton, Pa.  I eventually was employed by one
of the larger banks in Philadelphia at its branch in
Scranton and then transferred to Philadelphia and was
promoted as one of its vice-presidents. Phillip was in
real estate with his uncle in Dover and doing well
from what I knew. He inherited the agency when his
uncle died.

Calling Phillip and talking with him was almost like
old times and after telling him I was interested in
the property and its listing on the MLS web sight, he
opened it.

"Boy Taylor, that's out in no mans land, I can see why
it's assessed so low, that plus the damage it has
sustained from what the pictures show. Your bank is
listed as the seller of record in estate liquidation
and you are listed as the contact for sale. Sealed
bids closing next week, 10% deposit required if bed is
accepted with closing in 30 days. I can submit a bid
for the property and handle it through here without
any problem if it's accepted. Don't you have approval
of the sale?"

"No the bids are handled by an outside auditing firm.
The bank's real estate department will contact the
high bidder and the closing would be handled with
them. If you would submit a bid of $115,000 lets see
if it will fly. If it does, I'll transfer the money to
your company for the closing plus costs. Fax me a
contract and I'll sign it and fax it back, that should
be legal and cover you."

"No need for you to do that Taylor. I'll bid on the
property as if I was buying it. If the bid is
accepted, I'll take care of the closing and then re-
sell it to you. I can work out a contract of sale and
finance it locally with a down payment of $20,000 for
15 years. When are you going to come down for a visit?
We haven't seen each other for years, I'd like to see
you and get re-acquainted."

"I'd like that Phillip, it's been a long time and I
sure appreciate you helping me with this. I'm tied up
with this estate sale right now but as soon as its
over. If things work out all right, I'll take some
time off from work and come down so we can get it all
finished at your end. I'll give you a call as soon as
I hear what the winning bid was, hopefully it will be
yours."

"Sounds good Taylor, sure will be good seeing you
again, can't wait for you're call. Win or lose come on
down."

Maybe it was my imagination but I seemed to detect a
difference in his tone when he asked me about visiting
and the way he almost insisted.

* * * * * *

Phillip made the only bid on the Whiskey Beach
property, the bank and the heirs accepted. We
completed the sale between us mostly by fax machine
with the understanding that I would make a trip down
and sign the financing papers on the weekend after the
bank finished final liquidation. I asked Phillip if he
would get me a motel but he insisted I stay with him
since he was taking the weekend off so we could drive
to Whiskey Beach and look over my new cottage.

We met with the heirs for the estate the bank was
liquidating and after signing off various documents
relieving the bank of further responsibility and
checks for the funds were turned over, I breathed a
sigh of relief. The funds I needed for Phillip had
been transferred and I had the final papers for the
Whiskey Beach property in my briefcase.

Handing the finished file to my secretary it felt like
a ton of bricks had been taken from my shoulders.

"That liquidation took a little more out of you then
normal Mr. Bridges, you need to take the weekend off.

"I had already intended on doing just that Martha. I'm
visiting with friends in Delaware and you can reach me
on my cell if you have an emergency that you can't
handle, I'll see you Monday morning."

* * * * * *
The trip to Dover takes about two hours if you don't
push it and take a chance on being trapped in Smyrna,
the speed trap of the state. Rt.13, sometimes called
DuPont Highway was the only main highway running from
north to south and is usually pretty heavily traveled
on weekends. Phillips office was located on the
highway at the S. Governors Ave. intersection and easy
to locate since he had a couple of signs advertising
its location. He had told me he would be driving an
Oldsmobile Bravada and I spotted it right away when I
pulled into the parking lot.

I felt just a little nervous and had that sinking
feeling in the pit of my stomach when I opened the
door. You wouldn't miss Phillip unless you were blind.
He was sitting behind a desk littered with papers,
telephones and a computer and he hadn't changed much.
His hair was dishwater blond cut very short and his
blue eyes flashed the minute he looked up and saw me.

"Damn, damn, damn Taylor, its good too see you," he
exclaimed jumping up from his seat throwing his very
well muscled arms around my chest squeezing the air
right out of me.

His lips were less then 4 inches from mine and the
urge to kiss him almost overpowered me and from the
intensity of his greeting I had the feeling he wanted
the same thing.

"Wow, I guess I should have visited more often Phil.
You're looking real good yourself with all those
muscles and no gray hair yet." Phillip was the same
height as me but probably 10 or 20 lbs heavier from
the look of his well-muscled frame and narrow waist.
His open throated pull over golf shirt was almost like
a second skin and the definition of his body was not
hidden. He had always been cut and ripped and the
years had not detracted from his boyish good looks.

"Can't tell much from the way your dressed but you
aren't no slouch in the muscle department. What did
you do, leave from your office?"

"I did just that and as soon as I handed the closed
file to my secretary, I beat it for the weekend. I've
got all the papers in my briefcase so we can finish
everything up and then take a look at what you've
bought for me."

"Good, lets get that stuff out of the way and then you
can change into something a little more comfortable at
the house. The drive to Whiskey Beach is about 45
minutes. After you called and told me the bid was
accepted, I sent a clean up crew out there with my
carpenters and did some repair work. I had the power
turned on and everything seems to be okay there. The
pump for your well drew some fantastic water and I
found out it had been sunk 250'. The septic system is
in good shape so you're pretty lucky there. No one has
occupied the place except birds and vandals for almost
5 years and fortunately not much damage. I'll show you
all we did when we get there."

We finished up the paper work and I followed Phillip
to his house on John Clark Rd. in Rodney Village. He
had a nice two-bedroom bungalow with a large living
room; eat in kitchen and oversize bathroom. There was
a redwood deck off of the kitchen and the master
bedroom with Jacuzzi. The lot was well kept and he had
the backyard completely fenced in with an 8' treated
lumber fence. He told me later that his company owned
the property and he paid a monthly rent that included
the utilities except cable and telephone. I could
appreciate the arrangement for tax purposes.

He waved me in first and I pulled my MG up alongside
the house where he would normally have parked. I had
brought one medium size bag and an overnight case with
me and pulled them out of the back seat as he opened
the door.

The A/C was on and it felt good but not as good as
what Phillip did when I turned to ask where I should
put my bags. He was standing right behind me and
gripped my shoulders in both hands looking at me, his
blue eyes boring into mine.

"Taylor, I need to get this off of my chest and the
sooner the better. I'm gay and I've wanted you ever
since we were in the Navy. If there is a problem lets
get it out of the way. I don't want to be pussyfooting
around all weekend for fear of saying the wrong thing
and pissing you off if you have a problem with it."

Another load of bricks was suddenly lifted from my
shoulders that Phillip was trying to imprint with the
pressure of his grip. I dropped the bags beside us and
ran my arms up between his locking my fingers behind
his head pulling his lips to mine. His eyes showed
surprise at first and then we kissed each other with a
deep overpowering need that had been pent up for
years.

Our hips ground against each other and I could feel
his passion rising to meet my own. I unsnapped the top
of his walking shorts as he pulled his shirt over his
head and almost ripped my shirt off of me as I pushed
them down from his slim hips. An animal like groan
escaped his lips as his cock sprang free and I gripped
it tight using it like a handle and pulling him
against me for another ravishing kiss while he
stripped my slacks from me my rigid cock slapping up
against the underside of his. Kicking our clothes from
around our ankles we dropped to the carpeted floor not
wanting to let go of each other.

With the exception of the loud groan from Phillips
throat we said nothing letting our eyes and hands
devour and explore bodies we had seen and wanted for
so long. My muscles and his quivered at every touch
and we both were so nervous and excited it was
difficult for either one of us to know exactly what we
wanted to do first as we kissed and pressed our bodies
together in an almost uncontrollable surge of the pent
up lust of wanting each other.

Inhaling deeply, I pushed Phillip onto his back and
slid one leg up between his, propping myself up on my
elbow. Exhaling, I ran my free hand over his chest.
The thought of seeing Whiskey Beach had left my mind;
I wanted to see what was lying next to me. Phil ran
his hand up and down my back as I caressed his chest
my fingers following the outline of his cut torso
muscles covered by thin blond hair gathering at the
sternum and descending in a thick dark line between
hard ridged abdominal muscles spreading over his
pelvis in a thick golden pubic bush. A thick cut 7"
cock rose from the depths of the hair its blood-
engorged head's single slit oozing pre-cum. Heavy
balls rested in his crotch between muscled thighs with
well formed and muscled calves, all very lightly
covered with golden hair. A creation of Rodan lie
beside me and I wanted to enjoy every sculpted muscle.

I leaned my head back as Phil ran his hand over my
smooth muscled chest exploring and pinching my
nipples. Shock like feelings ran through me as he slid
his fingers through my thick dark silky bush gripping
the steel hard uncut 8" rod that reached up from its
nest of hair, pre-cum flowing in an almost steady
stream. It felt like an ethereal air was flowing over
us as we slipped into a euphoric fog of desire.

I leaned down and kissed Phil's lips softly as I drew
my hips up and slowly kissed & nibbled the length of
his hard muscled chest ending in my mouth taking the
head of his cock with my lips. I heard him gasp and
pull at my hips trying to draw me up to him. I
released his cock momentarily and twisted, stretching
my body out along side of him my hips at his head.
Phil pushed one arm under my legs and the other over
my buttock muscles pulling me closer and as his mouth
engulfed my throbbing cock I took him feeling his
thickness slip slowly down into my throat until my
nose rested on his balls. With our throat muscles
massaging the heads, our tongues washed and tasted the
hard lengths that we both had wanted for so long. The
thick musky masculine odor of sweat and cologne was
inhaled as we both started a piston driving motion
groaning as we did sending pulsing shocks coursing
though each other. I knew it would only be a few short
moments before we both would reach fever pitch and the
churning of our nuts would spew forth gushing streams
of the sweet creamy sperm we had hungered and craved
of each other for so long.  My cock swelled and
hardened as Phillip filled my mouth with his hardening
meat. We lost control and sucked each other in total
lusting abandon and in an almost cataclysmic explosion
we swallowed the thick life giving cream that flowed
in hot molten torrents down our throats. Muscle
tightening spasms sent stream after stream as we
sucked draining the thick cream out of shrinking nut
sacs.

Sweat poured even in the coolness of the A/C
as we slowly relaxed, our softening cock being gripped
tightly by pursed lips sucking the last drops that
lingered almost reluctantly. Drained but with a
feeling of total ecstasy flowing over me, I let the
soft length of Phil's cock slip from my lips and lay
back breathing, deeply inhaling great draughts into my
lungs. We lay alongside of each other for a few
minutes relaxing enjoying the after glow of total
satisfaction when Phil sat up and leaning down kissed
me softly his tongue running over the closed outline
of my lips.

"We waited long enough for that didn't we? You were
everything I knew you would be Taylor and then some."

"And it took buying a house for us to find out what we
already knew but were afraid to say. Why?"

"I suspected it when we would be in the showers on
board ship Taylor. I'd catch you looking at me and you
would start getting hard but you always covered up
with a towel or something and look away so I was not
really sure. We both were probably afraid of being
caught or making the wrong move."

"That's about it Phil. I would get excited over you
every time I saw you naked but I put hands off on any
guys that wore a uniform. Getting kicked out for being
gay would not help in getting a job after I got out
and I guess you too. You'd be surprised how many times
I jerked off in my office thinking about you. No one
turned me on like you and I even stole one of your
skivvy shirts and wore it in my bunk, I've still got
it."

"I hope you have washed it since then. I always
thought the laundry lost it. How about we shower and
then drive out to the property if you still want to."

"Could we wait until tomorrow Phil, give us more time
to look it over and see what we're going to do.
Besides, now that we have broken through the wall,
we have a little catching up to do. There is a lot I
don't know about you."

"No problem with that Taylor. We don't have any gay
bars in Dover but we could run up to Wilmington, they
have a couple there."

"I don't go to gay bars Phil. It wouldn't do for a
vice-president of one of Philadelphia's largest banks
to be caught or seen in one."


"I can understand that but what do you do when the
urge hits you for some action besides jerk off?"

"You would be surprised how many men you can meet in a
straight bar and most of them married with just as
much to lose. Besides, what's wrong with running down
here when the urge hits me as you put it?"

"Nothing as far as I'm concerned and the more often
the better. I should have known you would have it
covered. I'm freezing sitting here naked like this.
You're hot but right now a shower would be better. We
can have dinner at Burroughs Steak House and then hang
or whatever."

"I like the whatever."

* * * * * *

"You can never find yourself until you face the
truth."
					Pearl Bailey