Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2002 12:57:47 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Whiskey Beach #5

WHISKEY BEACH
By
Lee Mariner

August 2002

DISCLAIMER: This story is a fictional fantasy and describes homosexual acts
between young men. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR
YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE.

All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons,
living or deceased. Geographic locations are used for background only and no
way intended too reflect their lifestyles.

PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX. IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING
CONSEQUENCE.

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Copyright: 2002 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved.

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Chapter #5

Phil's home was in the middle of the block on Rogers St. and he stood at the
curb watching me drive the short distance to Moore St. and the turn that
would take him out of my rearview mirror. He lifted his arm in a wave as the
MG turned on Moore St., leading too the DuPont Highway. There was a lump in
my throat as big as a goose egg and swallowing didn't help remove it.

One beach cottage and a weekend had turned my life upside down. I had worked
hard for security and safety for 6 years and Phil was asking me to give that
all up to be with him, to make a life together. Re-emerging feelings that
had been suppressed for so long were pulling me too him but the conservative
side was telling me not too rush into something to quick. The weekend with
him had been great and the feelings of the past were as strong as they had
been then. Phil was a fantastic man to be with. Changing my lifestyle was
the hurdle that had to be justified.

His offer and plans were a challenge and exciting. I could tell how excited
Phil was by the way his eyes glistened when he talked about what he/we could
do together.

A cool breeze blew through my hair as I drove and the flat Delaware
landscape slipped by almost unnoticed. Traffic both north and south was
pretty heavy, people were returning from weekend activities up and down the
coast. I was driving automatically while I was mulling over the events of my
weekend.

Renewing an old relationship with Phil was exciting mostly because of
realizing old desires that had lay hidden for so long. He had grown more
mature in mind and body. When I saw his life-sized portrait and then him
stripping and matching it was breathtaking. Remembering what he had been in
the Navy and what he had become sent thrilling chills through me, every
nerve tingling with excitement. The sex had been everything I had always
hoped especially last night.

My hair was becoming irritating, tempting me to put the top up but it was a
beautiful and I suffered the inconvenience wishing I could wear a scarf like
girls did when in a convertible.

Where Phil had been mature, deliberate and exciting when making love, Ian
was the opposite. Ian came into my life like a nymph and he was exciting but
he was a student, young and full of vitality. He was still in the early
stages of exploration but still not sure what his future would be or where
he was going. Sex with him was stimulating, almost like when I was his age
but it was sex, not the slow pleasant way that Phil and I had made love
enjoying each other, giving and receiving pleasure.

I felt warm all over remember thinking of the both of them, a growing bulge
in my crotch when a loud horn blast brought me back to0 reality. Traffic was
whizzing by on either side and I had unconsciously slowed down in my
reverie.

Newcastle just outside of Wilmington was always a bitch of a bottleneck even
though it was 8 lanes wide with a median. Drivers hardly slowed down as they
jockeyed for the advantage of having 1 less car in front of them. The two
right lanes were a choking bottleneck that led to the approach leading to
and over the Twin Delaware Bridges and then the Jersey Turnpike. A lot of
the traffic would take the Chester, Pa. exit but there was always a flood
trying to enter one of the toll lanes. I sometimes thought the Turnpike.
Authority deliberately closed half of the tollbooths on weekends just so
they could aggravate the driving public.

If people would select a lane and stick with it, traffic would move faster.
Everyone was shifting back and forth and I was busy with the brakes and
gearing down trying to avoid a collision that was always very real.

The remainder of the trip home was uneventful with the exception of
negotiating around the crazy nuts that scared the hell of anyone trying to
drive sensibly. The Walt Whitman Bridge was jammed but flowing pretty steady
and I breathed a sigh of relief, only 10 more minutes and I'd be home.

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The garage door into the parking garage of my condo swung up at the push of
a button on my remote and closed when I passed through the electronic eye
inside. One of the main reasons I had bought in a controlled building was
the security. The main entrance was on South Broad St. and controlled the
same way by a Visa Phone system.

The elevator door slid open as I was walking towards it with my luggage and
Todd Chichester stepped out surprising me. His parents had the condo on the
5th floor but he was not there that often, he lived in a Frat House close to
the University of Pennsylvania campus. He ducked back inside the elevator
holding the stop button for me.

I had been thinking of Phil as I walked and Todd coming out of the elevator
jerked me back from my thoughts, surprising me. Todd is one of those living
heartthrobs that you see every now and then but not often. He was 21, 6'
with blond hair and ice blue eyes. Even dressed it was obvious he was well
built and about 175lbs. We had only met on occasion in the garage or
elevator when he was visiting his parents. He had an All-American Nordic
look combined with a very pleasant well-modulated voice when he spoke.

"Hi Mr. Bridges, just getting back from the weekend?"

"Yeah Todd, what about you? I thought your parents were in Europe for a
couple of months?"

"They are but I crashed here last night after a party. It was closer then
driving back too the campus frat house. Need some help with your bags?"

"Sure if you don't mind. This attaché case is digging into the back of my
hand. Where did your dad leave his Porsche? That's your `Vette in his space
isn't it?"

"He put it in storage at the airport, he figured I'd be using the condo
while they were gone." He said, pushing the button for the 6th floor, mine.

Todd was thick chested with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.  His wavy
blond hair gave him a rakish look and when he smiled his eyes lit up and he
had brilliant white teeth. Standing next to me as we both watched the floor
indicator click off the floors, I could smell the clean odor of probably
Ivory soap and soft cologne. The name escaped me but it was one of the
musk's. My bags were sitting on the floor and when the door slid open, I was
fumbling trying to pick them up and still have one hand free for my door
lock.

"Hey," He said. "Let me help you with that, I'm in no rush."

"Thanks Todd. If you aren't in a hurry, how about a drink?"

"Thanks, a little of the hair of the dog that bit me won't hurt none if I'm
not intruding."

"Nah, I was only going to shower and change before going out for dinner.
Driving with the top down always makes me fill gritty, how about you?"

"The same but I love it. Where do you want this bag?"

"Follow me."

My bedroom was down a short hall and he followed, looking around the almost
Spartan interior of my place. I never was one for cleaning and keeping the
furnishings at a comfortable level was a big help.

"Nice place Mr. Bridges, I like it. Mom has our place looking like a museum,
too much crap."

"Thanks, I like it simple. You can just drop the bag on the bed Todd, I'll
get around to it later. How about those drinks, what'll you have?"  I said
watching his tight buns move as we went back down the hallway into the
combination living room/den. His jeans fit like a glove covering a classic
bubble butt. I could feel my heart beat increase slightly at the sight and a
light surge in my groin.

I hadn't given much thought about Todd when I met him before. He was a
good-looking kid and it was just one of those passing acquaintances. That
and the fact that his father was one of my banks bigger clients was the main
reason. He would always say "hello or hi" as we passed but not much else.
All the thinking I had been doing on the drive back about Phil and Ian had
me hornier then I realized and getting a closer look at him was turning me
on.

A little bell tinkled in the back of my mind though, telling me to be
careful. He was a good looking young buffed hunk but he hadn't given any
hints about himself that I had detected and his old man was too big a client
to screw up just for a roll in the hay.

"Rum and coke if you have it Mr. Bridges with a twist of lemon."

"The rum and coke is okay Todd but I'm not sure about the twist. You must
have had quite a party if you crashed here at your parent's and not in your
Frat house."

"It was, started out as a drinking party in the house and then moved down on
South St. with some girls but when they started with the weed and coke, I
left.  That stuff is bad news and I don't want any part of it. I tried a
toke on a dare and all it did was make me horny. Guess that's what it's
supposed to do.  You ever try any of it?"

"Nope and I have no intention of it, I don't need drugs to make me horny.
There was some of it when I was in the Navy but mostly on the sly or so a
lot of them thought. I'd rather you call me Taylor if you want Todd, your
not much younger then I me."

"Yes sir. Did I hear you say you were heading out for dinner?"

"Yes, thought I'd go to the White Dog Café up on Sansom off of 34th St. Have
you ever been there?"

"Yeah, a couple of times. Lots of the kids from school go there. It's not
far from the campus is why a lot of the kids go there. Usually they talk
about school and try making out. Me, I'd rather just have a good meal with
someone and relax, get away from the school crap. Okay if I have another
drink?"

"Sure, go ahead and fix it, I'm going to take a shower and get changed.
Stick around if you want and we can eat together."

"Okay with me, I don't like eating alone. You don't mind if I go with you,
do you? You want another beer?"

"Not just now Todd and no, I don't mind. Give me a few minutes, it won't
take me long to shower and change and I'll be right out."

This kid really had me puzzled. He was leaving when I arrived and now just
hanging. Usually you could pickup on the vibes but he hadn't said anything
out of the way except he liked quiet dinners and had dropped his buddy's
when the drugs started. Most of the time when someone was interested there
would be drifting eyes checking out each other but he looked me in the eye
every time he spoke. His comment about weed making him horny was something
most men would say when alone but college kids talked like that most of the
time. I remember from when I was in Scranton U and how much it was used
there.

Something inside of me told me he was looking for more then just dinner and
my gut told me I wanted what I hoped he did. Bank of not Todd was too hot to
pass up and thinking about the weekend with Phil and Ian was making me
horny.

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The shower relaxed me and I felt better. Slipping on a pair of jeans without
briefs, athletic socks and a light Scranton Univ. sweat shirt with a little
Polo cologne, I felt better except for the horny feeling in my groin.

Todd was sitting with one leg over the arm of the chair when I walked back
into the room. This time his eyes ran up and down scanning me.

"Damned Taylor, you look almost like a student instead of a banker. Did you
go too Scranton?"

"Sure did, finished after I got out of the Navy. Went for a year and a half
after high school and then joined the Navy when the money ran out. Finished
up using the benefits they offer. How about it, you ready? I'm starved."

"Me too. Instead of the White Dog, have you been to Chan Sans over on River
Rd. in Camden? It's not very far and the food is great if you like Chinese."

"It's okay with me, your car or mine?"

"Let's take the `Vette, I know the way."

He was right about not being that far, it only took us about 10 minutes.
Camden is not my most favorite city but it's on the mend. I knew the bank
had done considerable financing of some of the re-construction projects that
were improving the city and I'd been on River Rd. before but not looking for
a restaurant.  Whenever I wanted Chinese, it was always in Philadelphia's
Chinatown.

Todd drove the `Vette like he was in the Indy 500, just a little faster then
I liked and it was obvious he liked speed but he seemed to be a good driver.

When he pulled into the parking lot of the Chan San Restaurant I recognized
it from having passed it before and he looked at me eyes gleaming with a
grin on his face.

"Not too fast for you was it Taylor?"

"I think you qualified for the Daytona when you came over the bridge. I
recognize the restaurant now that I see it. I've been by here but never paid
an attention to it."

"You'll like the food if you like Chinese. I come here often since it really
isn't that far from the university."

The restaurant was decorated with the usual Oriental interior that most of
them had except this one had a huge aquarium that divided the lounge from
the dining room. It was well lighted and stocked with fish I had never seen
before but I'm not a fish expert.  A smiling host greeted us bowing slightly
and escorted to a booth on the far side of the room and asked if we wanted
something from the bar.

We both ordered cocktails and Todd reached for his wallet but the host shook
his head with an "I've seen you here before sir, welcome back."

I was looking around a little impressed by the décor when Todd asked, "Do
you like it?"

"It's much like most Chinese restaurants except for that aquarium, I've
never seen one that large outside of an aquarium."

"They tell me that if you really want fish fresh, they will catch one of
those for you but I think someone is kidding about that."

"It wouldn't surprise me, the Chinese are noted for being very enterprising.
Do you come here alone?"

"Most of the time. Every now and then I come with my parents. Mom always
tells me I should eat more at home but that gets to be a bore after awhile
if you know what I mean?"

Our drinks came as we were making small talk and we placed our orders. You
can usually tell something about a person when they order food and Todd
seemed to know his Chinese food. After the waiter left, a very cute Chinese
boy, Todd picked up his drink almost like making a toast.

"Well, here's to our first date." He said and I almost choked when he said
it.

"Our first date."

"Yeah it's the first time we have been out together so that makes it almost
like a date doesn't it?"

"I guess if you want too look at it that way. It's a little unusual though."

"Why's that Taylor? What's the difference between two guy's being out
together having dinner and drinks then a guy and girl?  Same damn thing if
you ask me."

"It all depends on your interpretation of a date. Men usually get together
while the other way is a date."

"It only a matter of semantics from the way I see it. Two guy's together or
a guy and a girl or two girls, same thing, it's a date. Right now it's a
moot point, we are here together for the first time. People get to damn hung
up on stuff like that. We just won't be holding hands that's all."

"I should hope not." I said grinning a little.

"Where did you spend the weekend Taylor? Your car was gone early Friday when
I stopped for a few things I needed."

"Damn" I thought. He switches from one thing to another in a heartbeat.

"I visited with a friend of mine in Dover, Delaware. He and I were in the
Navy together and he has a real estate business there now. He helped me with
buying a beach cottage north of Rehoboth Beach. Would you like another drink
before dinner?"

"Yeah, why not. I don't have any classes until Tuesday." He said draining
his glass.

Looking at his face as I ordered two more drinks I wondered it that was
another hint, no classes until Tuesday.

"Isn't that unusual?"

"No classes? Nah, I scheduled it that way in case I need the day off after a
weekend or I need makeups. What's your cottage like?"

"Small and isolated. It's at the end of the road that leads too Rehoboth but
I didn't want any place in the city, too crowded.  Phil is overseeing the
remodeling for me; it's not quite finished. Maybe you would like to go with
me some weekend?"

"Sure, why not? Me and some of my buddies from the frat house went there
once. Your right it's crowded. We stayed at some ratty motel on the
outskirts and hit a few of the bars. Lots of girls on the beach but there
must have been two guys for each one.  The bars were jammed at night and we
hit one that must have been gay, nothing but guys in it. There must be a lot
of gay's there; we saw lots of guys walking together on the boardwalk. Does
your place have a beach or do you use the public beaches?"

Looking over the top of my glass, he seemed like any young man in a casual
conversation with a friend but I wondered if he had dropped another hint.

"It has a private beach. The Henlopen State Park butts up to the property I
bought and those beaches are closed. Most of the people on the beach don't
come up as far as mine is. I didn't get into Rehoboth while I was there, to
much to be done in the cottage." I said as thoughts of Ian and I in the
dunes flashed through my head.

Usually when you're with someone its not hard too detect how they are
thinking but Todd was remaining a mystery to me. Maybe I was hoping what I
thought were hints was just me hoping. He hadn't really hadn't said much
more then what would be casual conversation between two guys except for
mentioning the gay bar and guys walking together.

Our waiter rolled our dinner up on a serving cart and cleaned the table off.
Todd asked for another drink but I declined. Booze hit me pretty hard on an
empty stomach and I hadn't eaten since breakfast with Phil.

The food was delicious and we talked about him going to college and his
Dad's hinting at him going into his business with him. Todd didn't seem
overly anxious about that. After the usual dish of sherbet I picked up the
check over his protesting about it being Dutch treat.

"My treat tonight, you can get the tip if you want."

I didn't pay any attention to what he left as I walked too the cashier and
paid the bill.

The drive home was not quite as fast as before but I noticed he was quiet so
I didn't say anything. Sometimes the best thing was not saying anything at
all. Todd had been the one that more or less invited himself out for dinner
with me and he had carried most of the conversation during dinner asking
questions which was not all that unusual. His answers to my questions had
been somewhat generic, just enough about himself and his aspirations.

It had been pleasant and I enjoyed it but the move had to be his if anything
was going to happen. It had all been very casual even with the occasional
references too gay's that he spoke of. The conservative side of me held me
back from coming right out and asking him. I had never been able to make the
first move, not even with Ian at the cottage, he had been the one.

Todd pushed buttons 5 & 6 when we got into the elevator. When the doors
opened for his floor, he didn't move, just stood looking down the short
hallway to his parents condo.

"Todd, your floor."

He didn't move until the door closed again. Pushing the "hold" button, he
turned to me his icy blue eyes looking into mine. He was breathing a little
heavy as if he was making an effort to say something but not sure if he
should. I felt a rush of adrenalin, muscles tightening, frozen as I looked
into his eyes. I didn't know if I should say anything or wait for him.

There was a tension in the car and he slowly exhaled, relaxing, dropping his
gaze before almost whispering.

"Taylor, if I am about to make a fool of myself, push the button but I've
got to get this off of my chest. Will you go to bed with me?"

His broad shoulders seemed to sag a little as he stood in front of me, his
head hanging down slightly as if he was afraid of what I was going to say.

Reaching for his chin with my index finger, I lifted his face to mine and
said softly, "Not in the elevator Todd, it's a not equipped for it."

His face lit up and he grinned molding his body too me, his head next to
mine. "Boy have I wanted to hear you say that," he said pushing me back
against the wall. He felt like solid muscle in my arms and I could feel his
heart racing.

"I can't reach the button Todd."

"Christ, I got so excited I almost forgot where we are." He said excitedly
releasing the "hold" button.

All thoughts of Phil and Ian vanished feeling his hard cock pressing against
mine. His lips felt like soft velvet as he kissed me, his tongue searching
the depths of my mouth as the elevator door slid back opening on the 6th
floor.

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