Date: Wed, 15 May 2002 16:45:13 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Whiskey Beach #3

WHISKEY BEACH
By
Lee Mariner

May 2002

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story and depicts homosexual acts between
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All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons
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ENGAGING IN UNPROTECTED SEX CAN LEAD TO LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCES AND
SHOULD BE AVOIDED.

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* * * * * * * *

Chapter #3

The rest of the night went by quickly as they always do and I woke up with
Phil's hard muscled arm over my chest his hand on my ribs. His breathing was
steady and I could feel the beat of his heart as he lay next to me and it
felt good being in bed with someone, not waking up alone.

There was a slight pressure at the base of my cock but not serious enough
that I needed to jump out of bed and disturb Phil. Feeling him there with
me, his arm over me gave me a warm feeling of protection and after finally
becoming involved after so many years, I didn't want it too end. Lying there
quietly I thought back over the last few weeks and what had happened almost
like it was pre-ordained.

The cottage had become available; Phil was in the right place to help me
with it. My life in Philadelphia was humdrum, day-to-day. There was the
quick blowjob once in awhile but no one on a serious basis. I was doing okay
financially being a junior vice-president in the bank and had lots of
contacts in the industry. But there was that empty feeling in the pit of my
stomach, I was alone and no one that I could share with.  The constant fear
of being discovered and then all I had worked for could go down the tubes at
the hint of any type of indiscretion that would involve scandal for the bank
and worse me.

Phil had mentioned he was doing well in real estate and bank financing I
might get into. He surprised me when he mentioned Lee Michaels since he was
one of my biggest accounts in the bank.

Lee Michaels and I had never been involved but that would not have been a
bad thing if we had. Lee was the type man that almost any man would like to
have as a lover or at the very least a bedmate every now and then. He and I
had never known each other that well when we were in the Navy, not like Phil
and I. Phil and I knew we were gay and wanted each other but to damned
scared to do anything about it until now. Lee was a serious businessman and
I knew he was extremely successful in the technology of computers and data
processing, his bank accounts & investments showed that.
Unless I intended to stay in Philadelphia and become just another cog in the
workings of the banking industry I'd have to make a move soon. Being 30 was
not old but banks liked young representatives greeting their clients and
handling their business. Dover or Rehoboth Beach might be what I should look
into for a career change. The cottage being located in Whiskey Beach would
be really convenient in a small state like Delaware.

I was lost deep in thought when the alarm rang and Phil stirred grumbling
"shut the damn thing off Taylor."

Twisting and facing him I kissed his forehead feeling his half hard cock
laying with mine and he snuggled a little closer, it felt good.

"Come on sleepy head, wake up. This is nice but we are supposed to meet Ian
in an hour, remember."

"Yeah." He said, "I remember but he hasn't waited as long as I have. You
feel so good next to me."

"You do too but we have lots to get done Phil. Are the people you have had
working at the cottage going to be there today?" I said slipping out of the
bed my half hard cock swinging from side to side.

"There supposed to be unless they finished yesterday but no one called that
they had." Phil grumbled as he got out of bed with a roaring hard-on.

"You better sit down it you need to piss Phil or you'll never get rid of
that."

"There is a better way than sitting on a toilet. You wanna help me out or
let me suffer."

Phil sat on the edge of the bed waving his hard 7" cock up and down looking
at me with a grin on his face. My cock started stiffening and I turned
towards him. His eyes shining as he watched it reach its full thick uncut 8"
length. Phil stroked his cock slowly as I milked mine down in front of his
face, I didn't move, just stood there milking it down in long slow strokes
exposing the blood engorged head. His breathing getting heavier his
magnificently muscled body tensing as his passion increasing as he licked
his lips staring at the smooth steel rod he wanted.

My legs quivered as a weak feeling spread through me, the tenseness
increasing in my muscles. I felt my balls moving shrinking, churning with a
burning fiery sensation surging up the length of my cock, I released it
feeling a constant throbbing as I resisted the urge to shoot my load. Phil
had rapidly increased jerking off as he watched me and suddenly he groaned
dropping to his knees his mouth engulfing my cock and I grabbed his head
holding him tight in my groin as he grabbed the cheeks of my ass pulling me
in as deep as I could go. We both lost control and my hips were driving my
cock in Phil's mouth as he moaned greedily sucking his teeth raking over
soft tender skin, it felt like I was being devoured by him when with only a
slight warning the hot explosion of my seed rushed into his sucking mouth
and he gagged as stream after stream of molten lava like cream rushed down
his throat. My back arched until I was standing on the balls of my feet my
head thrown back groaning as I held his head tight against me as my nuts
emptied in strong surging spasms.

Phil stripped my cock draining the last of my juice with his tight lips as
he fell back on the edge of the bed while I collapsed onto my knees on the
floor with him feeling the pool of sperm from his orgasm, his cock hung half
hard from his golden bush over his nuts still dripping.

After a few minutes, Phil opened his eyes smiling at me, "looks like we're
going to be a little late picking Ian up but it's worth it. God but your
good Taylor, I could stay in bed with you all day."

"That's better then being on the floor all day but your pretty good yourself
either way."  I leaned over and kissed him softly, tasting the residue of my
cum on his lips.

Standing up I reached down and pulled him up too me his sweat covered body
pressing against mine. "We don't need to try and make up for all the lost
time so fast Phil even though its great, we better get cleaned up if we want
to get anything done today."

"Your right Taylor, we have plenty of time. You go ahead and shower with I
clean up this mess, I'll be right behind you."

Phil slipped into the shower with me after he finished and we sponged each
other off enjoying the feeling of the warm water and exploring fingers
running over us. "Yes" I thought, "we have plenty of time and I wanted to
learn more about Phil."

* * * * * * * * *

Phil spotted Ian sitting in a window of the Donut Shoppe as we pulled up in
his pickup truck. It wouldn't be difficult locating Ian, he is an extremely
good-looking young man. His auburn hair was a standout feature especially
with the sun shining on it. He waved when he saw us.

"Morning Ian, sorry we are a bit late. Taylor found it a little hard getting
up this morning."

Phil's play on words brought a grin too Ian's face as he looked at me and I
could feel my face turning red.

"That's okay Mr. Couhigg, I only got here a few minutes ago. I know how you
feel Mr. Bridges, I usually find it hard getting up in the mornings, and it
usually takes me a little time before I shake it off."

"We both must suffer from the same ailment then Ian. Good seeing you again."

"You too. I have a big problem though Mr. Couhigg, I forgot about my car. If
I leave it at home, questions get asked and if I park it outside it might be
spotted. I want to see Mr. Bridges cottage at Whiskey Beach so I better
follow you. I might decide on staying in Rehoboth tonight since I'm off
tomorrow."

"No problem if you feel that way Ian. Me, I'd find another place to live
rather than go through an inquisition every time I wanted to go out."

"I'd love that Mr.Couhigg if I could afford it. Poor working student
remember?"

"Yeah, we'll talk about that later. Taylor you want a coffee to go with a
couple of donuts? We better get going."

"Just the coffee Phil. Sure you won't go with us Ian?"

"Yes sir thanks anyway. It's better I follow you guys."

I knew pretty much where we were headed from looking at a roadmap of the
state. Phil took US13 and to the intersection with State#1 and according to
the map that was pretty much a straight shot into Rehoboth Beach. Delaware
is an almost flat state and Phil was pointing farms and houses he and his
uncle had handled since he had gotten out of the Navy. He told me there was
a 50 acre tract outside of Milford he and some business partners were
negotiating to buy for development and that deal should close in a couple of
weeks. Phil had a lot of plans but it was obvious he needed help from
somewhere.

Ian was sticking pretty close behind us driving a non-descript VW. Phil was
still talking but I was thinking about Ian. Last night you could pretty much
tell he had a great body under the baggy uniform he was wearing but this
morning he had on a tight black muscle shirt with white tennis shorts that
fit like a glove. His lean muscles rippled under the cloth of his shirt and
there was a tantalizing bulge in his crotch. If he became aroused the shorts
would not cover very much. I could feel a tingling in my nuts as my thoughts
drifted thinking about him.

"Taylor, you haven't heard a word I said have you."

"Sorry Phil I was a thousand miles away. What was it?"

"I have been talking about what I want to do with Couhigg Realty Services. I
want to expand and I'd like it if you would become my Vice-President for
Finance when it's organized."

"You want me to become what Phil? You have no idea of what my qualifications
and experience are and you want me to just pull up stakes and move down here
and take a position in and unproven venture. Damn Phil, talk about coming
out of left field."

"I know more about you then you think Taylor and I'm not talking about in
bed. The bank here required a credit history when I started setting up the
contracts for transferring the Whiskey Beach property into your name. There
is not a blemish on your record and a dummy does not get promoted to a VP
position in the largest bank in Philadelphia in 5 years."

"I also worked for that bank in a branch before coming to Philadelphia. I
don't know Phil, I'll have to think about it."

"That's okay with me, I'm not asking you to give me an answer today Taylor,
we'll talk about it some more later. The cottage is just up ahead and Ian is
right on our tail. I hope we don't have to push that bug if he gets stuck in
the sand."

* * * * * * * * *

Phil and I had been talking so much I didn't pay any attention to where we
were. The asphalt roadway was hardly more then a narrow black ribbon in the
sand and cottages had become scarcer as we reached drove up to 6 very large
pilings drive into the sand with large faded sign nailed to the center
three, "roadway ends here."  Typical bureaucratic efficiency, a sign nailed
on big pilings and then nothing but sand. The ocean could be heard crashing
on the beach not too far away. My cottage sat up on a sand dune surrounded
by clumps of sea oats grass and scraggly bushes that looked like they would
be blown away in a strong breeze. Three trucks were parked where we parked
and I could see workers up at the cottage about a hundred yards away.

"This Taylor is private if that's what you wanted."

"Phil, it's just what I hoped it would be. Where's Ian?"

"Right here Taylor, boy you sure are out in the middle of no where."

Glancing over my shoulder at Ian, I could see he had taken his shoes off for
walking in the sand.

"Lets go and see what we got fellas. Ian, think that's a good idea walking
on the hot sand without shoes?"

"Don't see why not, I like the feel of the sand between my toes."

The sand did not shift all that much as we walked to the steps leading up to
the deck. Several of the boards in the steps had been replaced and new
railings installed. A scruffy looking man of about 50 or so stood on the
deck as we walked up.

"Hi Phillip, wasn't looking for you down this weekend just the new owner.
Which one is him?"

"Daniel, meet Mr. Taylor Bridges the owner. That's Ian over there, a friend
that came along for the ride."

Daniel extended his hand and I shook it. He had a firm grip and was dressed
like any typical carpenter/maintenance man would be.

"Nice meeting you Mr. Bridges. My crew and I got it in pretty good shape for
you. Still gonna have to have some floor work done inside and painting but
otherwise its pretty sound. We replaced all of the windows with triple pane
glass and installed new screens that you can slide in place if you want. We
almost rebuilt the deck on the ocean side,it was pretty bad. Walls inside
needed some work but not a whole lot. Kitchen and baths are in good shape
but your gonna need a refrigerator. You know all that though. Lets take a
walk and look it over.
Phillip and I checked it all over before we started, I think you'll like
what we've done."

Daniel was right; I liked what he had done. I could see all of the repairs
that he had made. Some paint and interior decorations would make a big
difference. The screens he had mentioned sat on top and bottom tracks and
slid back away from the windows on the outside wall of the cottage. The
windows were large 5'x 6' picture windows in each room of the cottage except
the kitchen and baths. The exterior was cedar shake shingled and had turned
a silvery gray from being exposed for so long. The master bedroom with bath
faced the ocean side and had a private door leading onto the deck. The other
two bedrooms shared a bath between them that was available to the rest of
the cottage. A large stone fireplace dominated a huge 30'x 14' living room
that had three of the large windows in it and another door leading out onto
the deck. There were ceilings in the kitchen and baths but the rest of the
walls extended upwards and actually supported the roof of the cottage. Who
ever designed the building had some unique ideas on architecture.

"Your right Daniel, some paint and odds and ends will make it livable in a
short time. Will you do the painting also?"

"Don't see why not if that's what you want. Just tell me the colors."

"Simple enough Dan. Oyster white through out and the moldings white enamel.
I'll pick out the vinyl for the floors except the master bedroom, which will
be carpeted. Glass enclosures for the showers, no plastic curtains. The tile
in the baths looked in pretty good shape, did you have to replace any of
it?"

"None just cleaned it up and re-grouted. How about the deck? I would put a
couple of coats of a good sealer on it but the siding has weathered really
great, I wouldn't touch it."

"Good idea. Use a dark gray sealer; Thompson's has it I think. Might as well
keep it gray with the outside walls. What do you think Ian?"

"I can't wait to see what it looks like when you are finished Taylor. Mind
if I look around outside a little?"

"No go ahead just don't fall into the ocean. What about it Phil? Any
suggestions?"

"Not that I can think of Taylor, you & Dan have covered it pretty well. I
have vinyl samples at the office that you can pick from and I'll order it
for Dan. Carpeting won't be a problem that can be done locally after you
make your selection. "

We were walking from room to room and I pointed out a few things that Dan
wrote down in his book. Ian came back in exclaiming what a view I would have
of the ocean from my bedroom. Dan told me that the sewer lines were PVC and
water lines were wrapped copper. He and I walked out to where the septic
tank was buried, a capped PVC pipe sticking up out of the sand about a foot
for pumping it out.  He had measured and estimated the tank was probably
about 1,500 gallons, which should be more then enough. I asked Dan if a
preserved wooden walkway could be built from the house to where cars were
parked. He told me it could but I might want to wait until the fall for that
since he would have to sink 4x4's and the damp sand was better for doing
that work.  I asked him to measure it out 6' wide and give me an estimate. I
liked Dan; he was straightforward and didn't beat around the bush.

"Mr. Bridges, me an my crew were gonna knock off a little early it being
Saturday and all. I can get on that other stuff for you come Monday morning
and have it done in a few days. When you planning on moving in?

"Not for a couple of weeks Dan so you have plenty of time. You can call me
at my office if you have any other questions or problems. Phil has the
number."

"Sure thing, see you in a couple of weeks then. Phillip had me get you a set
of keys, here." Dan said as we walked back to the cottage handing me the
keys. Phil came out on the deck with his cell phone in his hand.

"Taylor, dammit. My office called and they need me in Lewes for some help on
a closing. It'll be late before I get back here or you can come with me if
you want."

"Where's Ian Phil? Maybe I can ride back with him. I'd like to stick around
here for a little while longer and check a few things out. Ian, where are
you?"

"Right here Taylor, what's up?"

"Phil has some business he has to take care of in Lewes. Would it be alright
if I ride back with you or are you going to stay overnight."

"No problem, I've changed my mind. We can go back whenever you want. I'd
kind of like to take a dip before we leave though."

Phil glanced at me rolling his eyes and grinning. "I'll see you guys later
then. Sorry as hell Taylor but business before pleasure for some of us."

"That's why I left that damn phone of mine at your house. I guess in your
business you need it more then I do. Not many banks are open on Saturdays
yet. At least mine isn't. See you later; there are a couple of things I want
to go over with Dan before he leaves.

* * * * * * * *

Watching Phil drive away, I had a sudden hunger pang hit me. "Ian, I'm
feeling just a little hungry and we didn't bring anything with us. You
hungry?"

"A little bit, I could eat something. Want me to run and get something from
that little store we passed. It's not that far, we can have a picnic."

"Sounds good to me. Get the fixings and a cold beer would go good. Buy one
of those small Styrofoam coolers if they have them and we can keep things
cold with some ice. Here, this should cover it." I said handing Ian $40.00.

"I'll be back before you know it Taylor, it'll be fun having a picnic."

While Ian was gone, I went inside and asked Dan about the electrical,
telephone and television cables. Electrical and Telephone were buried but
there was no television service unless I wanted a satellite dish installed.

"What do you think about it Dan? Is it worth having television here?"

"Depends on what you want, me no. Not much on television I like or is really
worth watching. I'd rather have a good music system installed that makes
more sense from my point of view. Most people buy this type of place so they
can get away from all that crap and relax. At least I would if I could
afford one."

"I think your right Dan. Can you add shelving on your list and build a set
on that blank wall from the fireplace to the front of the house? I think
maybe 6 shelves 14" apart would work there, what do you think? That would
give me plenty of space for my Panasonic system and other things."

"Yeah, I can do that, good place for them. I've got some good walnut wood at
the shop that would work real nice. They can be built at the shop and after
we finish painting they can be hung with toggle bolts so you can move them
later if you want."

Dan and I were talking about other things and ideas when Ian came in
carrying a cooler, a plastic bag and what looked like large beach towels
over his shoulder.

"I think I got everything Taylor. Reach in my pocket and get your change,
didn't need all of it. As soon as I get it set up, I'll holler."

Ian's dark emerald eyes were shining as I slid my hand into the left pocket
of his tight tennis shorts. I felt some bills, a few coins and his soft cock
lying under the pocket lining. Gathering the coins I felt a slight swelling
as my fingers ran over it and he hitched his hip upwards in an attempt at
helping me extract the money and I got a better feel of his swelling cock
hidden from Dan's eyes behind the cooler.

"A little hard getting it out of your tight shorts Ian. Next time, you can
hand it too me."

"Sorry Taylor, I forgot it might be hard because of my shorts." He said as
he left carrying his load."

My own cock started hardening from the sensation of feeling Ian getting
aroused by the touch of my fingers pulling the change from his pocket. I
finished talking with Dan before becoming really embarrassed. He closed his
notebook and called out for his crew to knock off for the day and too be
back on Monday at 7o'clock in the morning. We shook hands at the steps and I
watched as they left but my mind was on the picnic Ian was planning.

* * * * * * * * *

I stood on the deck for a few minutes, alone. Ian was right about the view,
it was great. The pale blue of the sky with the greenish blue of the ocean
waves breaking on the white sand of the beach was beautiful. My cottage sat
just below a low rise in the sand that acted like a buffer between it and
the water but being built almost 8' above the sand on pilings the view was
not hindered. Taller sand dunes to the north acted as a barrier and
protected the cottage from that direction. Someone must have had these
things in mind when they originally built the cottage and it was isolated
from any other development around it. Some people might think I was crazy
buying a cottage on 3 acres of empty sand but it was what I wanted.

I had watched Ian disappear over the sand ridge so I walked in that
direction stopping when I reached the top of the ridge, looking back. I
guess like any new owner, it didn't really feel like the place was mine but
it was. Even at the short distance from it to where I was standing the place
looked smaller then it actually was.

I didn't know Ian had come up behind me until I felt his arms slip around my
waist surprising me a little and I tensed slightly. He leaned against me
whispering in my ear, "I was beginning to think I'd never be alone with you
Taylor. I thought about you all night after you left the restaurant."

Turning in his arms and putting mine around him, his lips were a few inches
from mine. His green eyes shined, the pink tip of his tongue wetting his
lips. He had removed his shirt exposing his lithe lean smooth muscled chest.
His arms felt like steel bands around me as I kissed him. Our tongues probed
deep exploring and tasting and I felt the beat of my heart and his
increasing as our breathing intensified passions rising within us.

Rubbing and feeling his rippling back muscles I hooked my thumbs under his
shoulders in deep hairless armpits spreading my fingers over his shoulder
blades pulling him tight as he leaned his head back a deep sigh escaping
from his throat. My cock throbbed against his as I kissed his throat. Ian
laid his head on my shoulder saying very huskily, "this way Taylor, over
here."

Ian had spread the large beach towels he had been carrying on the sand and
laid out a small picnic lunch on a plastic tablecloth he had bought. He must
have had the sandwiches prepared at the store since they were pre-wrapped in
foil. Kneeling, he took the sandwiches and placed them in the cooler with
several bottles of Budweiser Lite beer. Leaning back after putting the food
away he stretched out laying on the towels his body twisting like a tawny
cat smiling up at me standing over him.
I watched as he undid the top button of his shorts pulling the zipper down
and I pulled my shirt my shirt slowly over my head. The sun was warm with a
slight breeze blowing rustling the clumps of sea oats grass. Ian arched his
back the muscles in his abdomen tightening as he pushed his shorts down. He
didn't have a tan line and the thick auburn hair covering his pelvis was
exposed inch by inch and then the base of his thick cock. His emerald green
eyes looked up at me and I undid my shorts pushing them down until only my
hard throbbing cock prevented me from removing them. My mouth was dry as I
hesitated waiting for him to finish removing his shorts, my heart thumping
in my chest at his physical beauty. With a sudden movement he lifted his
knees pushing the shorts over them and kicking the shorts aside his hard cut
7" cock slapped up against his stomach as he stretched his legs out again.
Sucking air in-between clenched teeth filling my lungs I pushed my shorts
down feeling the hard length of my cock bouncing up against my stomach and
then waving back and forth like a steel spring as I stood over him.

Dropping down on my knees, I straddled Ian and stretched out covering his
hard lean body with mine as our lips met in a passionate consuming kiss. The
lust and wanting of Ian rushed through me like an ecstatic heated wave of
passion as I pressed down on him.

"God but you are beautiful Ian." I said softly and huskily as he ran his
hands over the hard muscles of my back kneading them as he did.

"You're just like I knew you would be Taylor. I saw it last night and when
you got out of Phil's truck this morning in that tight shirt and shorts I
knew I wanted you even more, hoping you might want me."

"It seems we both wanted the same thing," I said slowly rotating my hips
rolling our cocks together feeling the pre-cum flowing between us.

Slipping off to the side of Ian, I held my head up with my arm running my
fingers over his smooth bronzed body. Lean defined muscles quivered as I
kissed his breasts nibbling on his hard tits. Twisting my fingers in the
dark auburn thickness of his pubic hair I squeezed the thick base of his
cock wrapping my fingers around his smooth length as we kissed. He moaned a
little as I stroked his cock several times my thumb spreading his fast
flowing pre-cum over its blood engorged head. I could feel his heart beating
as I held his throbbing cock and I released it letting his cock lay down on
its thick silky bush.

Breathing in deep I whispered in his ear, "not yet Ian" running my tongue
into his ear as his muscles tensed pushing me back onto the towel sand.

Hovering over me, I could see the golden flecks flashing in the depths of
his eyes as his lips covered mine his hand exploring the hard muscles of my
chest. His hand found my thick throbbing cock and he stroked me as his lips
and teeth sucked and bit on my nipples sending shock after shock down into
the depths of my nuts surging up the hard length of my cock as he stroked
it. I had my hand around his cock squeezing it as he stroked me and I could
feel the urgency building as my nuts churned and his cock hardened in my
hand.

"Now Ian, take it. Suck it drain me." I growled my hips pushing upwards.

Ian quickly twisted around as his hot mouth devoured me sliding deep into
his throat as he pushed his throbbing cock in my mouth and I swallowed his
full length in one swift plunging movement. I could feel my cock swelling
and hardening as his did in my throat and then he groaned sending me over
the edge as thick sweet streams surged down my throat and my cock exploded
as we both tightened up driving cocks deep, sending gushing stream after
stream of our seed into one another. A thick euphoric fog of lust covered us
as we sucked draining each other our lips holding tight until our cocks
softened slipping from tight lips stripping the last drops.

Ian and I collapsed on the towel breathing heavily filling our lungs as our
muscles relaxed in the after glow that follows sex, a light sweat covering
us. After a few minutes, I sat up and Ian rested his head on the inside of
my thigh his fingers playing with the thick silky hair on my pelvis. I ran
my fingers through his thick auburn hair as he looked up at me with soft
green eyes.

"Will I see you again after today Taylor? I'd like too very much."

"Of course, if you want. I'd like to see you again too but in a more
comfortable setting then this. This was great but a bed is much better."

"It's the best I could arrange on short notice. We could have gotten a motel
but I wasn't sure if you would."

"We won't need a motel the next time I come down. The cottage should be
ready by then."

Ian's head lay on my thigh, his fingers almost absentmindedly scratching the
base of my cock sending little electric shocks through it and I started
getting hard again.  Closing my eyes, I leaned back my arms behind me
enjoying the feelings when Ian put his lips over the head as it swelled
hardening in his mouth.

"Ian" I started to protest. He released my cock for a moment.

"Shhhhhhhhh Taylor, I want this, I want you again."

I leaned back feeling his body curl up behind me his free hand pulling on my
nut sac as his mouth engulfed me, his lips pushing my foreskin back. Ian's
tongue twisted around the sensitive head and his mouth felt like a soft
cocoon of silk as he sucked on my throbbing cock like a babe sucking his
mother's tit. I could feel his hand behind me moving in rhythm with his
sucking mouth pulling the cream from me in long suction like draughts. A
fiery rush and I groaned leaning forward over him as my cock exploded like a
volcano spewing streams of molten cum down his throat as he moaned
swallowing the cream from my loins. He didn't release my cock as it wilted
but kept sucking draining my nuts driving his sucking mouth deep into my
groin gripping me with his lips his hand kneading my nuts like bread dough.
My cock was so sensitive I groaned, "Ian you're killing me. I can't stand
but so much" and he slowly withdrew breathing deeply as he did.

I couldn't remember when I had shot two loads so close before but Ian got me
so hot when he started playing again my cock almost screaming to be sucked
again.

"You are awesome Ian. That hasn't happened to me in a long time."

"I told you I wanted you since I saw you last night. I just don't want you
forgetting me. There is more I'd like to do with you if we see each other
again."

"I'm not going to ask what that is, I think I know. You know we have
forgotten all about eating and I'm hungrier now then before, how about you?"

He looked at me with a grin his eyes flashing those little golden flecks.

"Damn Ian don't you want something else to eat?"

"Sometimes when I don't have someone like you around and that's not often.
You're right though I am hungry and a couple of donuts don't last very long.
There are Lebanon bologna, ham and Swiss cheese sandwiches in the cooler.
Let's put our clothes back on first, it is getting a little cooler since the
sun has gone down."

We ate talking about Ian and his going to school mostly. He told me he was
from Lebanon, Pennsylvania and was lucky he was offered an athletic
scholarship at Delaware State. His parents operated a small dairy farm with
an older brother but they really didn't have that much too spare when it
came to college expenses. He had worked on the farm after high school but
really wanted to get a degree in physical education. His old high school
coach and principal had helped him get the scholarship since he was 19 and
not fresh out of school.

Having to share an apartment with a couple of nosy homophobic asshole's kept
him on edge but he didn't want to live on campus if he could avoid it. He
thought one of them was more interested in his ass then being a big butch
macho since he seemed to always need to take a piss when he was in the
shower.

Finishing our late lunch, we cleaned up the area. Shaking the sand from the
towels we put them in the plastic grocery bag while the rest of the stuff
fit into the cooler. Double-checking to be sure the cottage was locked up we
walked to Ian's VW and after a final look, drove back to Dover.

The cottage had not been initiated yet but it was close enough for a first.

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"Light tomorrow with today!"

          Elizabeth Barrett Browning.