Date: Mon, 1 Jun 2009 11:21:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: firehose Joe <firehosejoe@yahoo.com>
Subject: To Thine Ownself Be True Chapter 33

This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Shakespeare (Hamlet)

Thanks to Chael for assistance in editing and proofing the story. This
is wholly fictional with no reference intended to persons alive or dead.

Please do not distribute to other sites without permission of the
author. Comments can be sent to firehosejoe@yahoo.com

From the previous chapter:

Zach told Alejandro to lie still. Fetching a warm, wet cloth and a towel,
he cleaned Alejandro then himself. Soon he was back in bed. They spooned
together and found sleep overtaking them, each wondering what the next day
would bring.

Chapter 33

An early riser, Zach slipped out of bed, gently tucking the covers around
Alejandro. After relieving his bathroom needs he snatched his shorts off
the floor and went to the kitchen to get some water and snoop around for
the makings for coffee.

When the aromas began to escape the kitchen they beckoned to Alejandro. He
took care of his morning needs and made his way into the kitchen, following
the sounds and smells of fresh coffee dripping in the
coffee-maker. Standing in the doorway for a moment, he looked at Zach's
profile as he gazed out the window -- such a masculine yet beautiful man.

Yesterday, Zach's six-foot frame and square shoulders had caught
Alejandro's eye. His suit had accentuated his tall, lithe physique while
hinting at the muscles that might lie beneath the elegant fabric. This
morning's view was much more to Alejandro's liking.

Zach stood at a window in the dining area, leaning one arm against the
window frame. His lean, muscular body was naturally sculpted.

Scratching his chest and quietly yawning, Alejandro watched the back of
Zach's head as he seemed to follow the antics of a bird soundlessly
chirping and jumping from limb to limb. Silently he padded across the thick
carpet and stood behind Zach.

Sensing both his warmth and presence, Zach turned, met Alejandro's gaze,
smiled then put his hands on Alejandro's shoulders. Alejandro slid his
hands around Zach's back to his buttocks and pulled him in for a kiss.

As they nuzzled each other's neck, after the kiss, Alejandro muttered,
"Ummm, that's nice." Zach pulled away and smiled.

Zach let his hands fall to Alejandro's chest and began to play in his mat
of fur, making little figure eights with his middle fingers. With each pass
he gently grazed the tip of Alejandro's pec nubs. He was rewarded with a
low grunt of pleasure from time to time. Remembering the pleasure of
Alejandro's taste, Zach eased down to his knees.

He let his nose seek out the thickening organ. He inhaled deeply, reveling
in both the musky scent of the man and the slightly bitter tang of last
night's cum.

"Oh yeah, Babe. That's sooooo good." Alejandro placed his hands on each
side of Zach's head, offering encouragement, letting his fingers gently
massage Zach's scalp, twisting his hair.

"Fuck yeah." Alejandro's eyes were closed and his head began to nod back
very slowly as he let the desire begin to build. Long forgotten was the
desire to stretch and sip a hot cup of San Francisco's finest.

Looking down, Alejandro could see Zach's hard member pushing against the
cloth of his shorts. A wet spot on Zach's boxers showed that the increasing
passion he felt was shared.

Zach's tongue was lapping the fabric covering the turgid tube in
Alejandro's shorts. As the organ swelled toward hardness, the contour of
Alejandro's penis was clearly visible. The spit-soaked fabric clung to the
swelling flesh.

"Come here," Alejandro softly growled. He reached under Zach's pits and
lifted him, so that they could embrace.

Their arms roamed restlessly across each other's backs as they pulled
themselves together, grinding their hardness against each other. The battle
of tongues was punctuated with bites to the lips, chins and necks. Both
were careful not to leave bruises.

"Looks like I've started something here you're gonna have to help me
finish," Alejandro gasped as he pushed against Zach's shoulders to look in
his eyes. Alejandro saw his own lust mirrored there.

With a bit of a smirk and a raised eyebrow he challenged, "You coming with
me or do I have to carry you back to bed?"

"You want to play the `Big Man'? You go right ahead!" taunted Zach.

"I'll show you `Big Man'," Alejandro said as he bent over and caught Zach
behind the thighs. Lifting Zach over his shoulder, he continued with a
chuckle, "And when we get back in that bed I'll show you the other `Big
Man'."

Alejandro unceremoniously dumped Zach on the bed and hopped on top of him,
straddling Zach's waist with his thighs. He leaned down, grabbing Zach's
wrists. Pulling Zach's arms over his head, he leaned in for a deep
kiss. Their tongues lashed each other. Alejandro released Zach's wrists and
cupping his hands behind Zach's head pulled him deeper into the embrace.

They were thrusting against each other, letting their cocks do
battle. Alejandro broke the kiss and sat up, astride Zach. His eyes burned
into Zach's.

"I want you. Damn, I want to be inside you, pounding you, fucking you,
feeling your heat." Breathlessly he looked at Zach and saw fear in Zach's
eyes.

"I don't think I can handle you, Alex." Zach's voice was a pained whisper,
the regret in his eyes palpable.

Alejandro tamped down the heat of his fuck-lust. He remembered his own fear
and insecurity when facing other men who in other situations, by right of
wrestling him and defeating him, could have easily made a claim.

Smiling sympathetically, he leaned forward and kissed Zach. "I
understand. It's not a problem, but these are," he said as he reached for
the elastic band of Zach's stained red shorts.

Leaning back, he scooted his knees back and pulled off the offending
fabric. Rolling to his back, Alejandro lifted his legs and removed his own
shorts. Regaining his position astride Zach, he wrapped his fingers around
their pre-cum slick members and began to stroke them while looking deeply
into Zach's eyes.

"Don't think I'm queer or anything," Alejandro said with a smirk, "but, I
think you are a beautiful man. Not pretty - well maybe a little," he smiled
again, "but definitely one hot-looking fucker!"

Reaching out with his free hand he captured Zach's hand and slowly lowered
himself. Releasing their cocks, Alejandro grasped Zach's other hand as he
laced his legs around Zach's in a grapevine hold. Barely supporting himself
on his elbows, he pinned Zach down with most of his weight as he rubbed
their cocks together. The next minutes were spent in deliciously slow and
sensuous rubbing against each other.

As Zach's thrusting increased in speed and urgency, Alejandro rested more
weight on him and slowed their pace wanting their moment to last. Zach's
need grew stronger. His body lifted against Alejandro's as he drove his
hard muscle against Alejandro's cock and pubes. Soon they both exploded,
the blended cum covering their abs.

Alejandro let himself collapse on top of Zach's body, catching some of his
weight on his elbows. He rested a moment then lifted his head and sought
out Zach's mouth for a tender kiss. With gentleness and some affection they
lay there for a long moment.

Finally Alejandro rolled off. Taking a finger he dragged it through the
mingled cum and tasted it.

"Not bad. You want a taste?"

Zach nodded. Alejandro repeated the process feeding his friend their mixed
essence.

"I don't know which I need more, a shower or a cup of coffee," Alejandro
chuckled.

"I suggest a shower first," Zach said.

Showering together, they laughed and teased each other. The comfort they
felt was palpable. They dressed and returned to the kitchen.

"Bet that coffee acid would melt concrete by now," Zach laughed as he
poured the contents down the drain. "You want me to make another pot?"

"Oh, please!" Alejandro begged teasingly. "My caffeine withdrawal will kick
in soon and you don't want to be around when that happens. You do that and
I'll rummage around to find something for us to eat."

Over an egg and sausage casserole, croissants and fresh coffee, they
continued to share elements of each other's lives. Alejandro was curious
about Ben's dominance in the relationship he shared with Zach. Zach had
only mentioned that when they had play- wrestled they had ended up in holds
that provided enough friction for each to orgasm. It seemed a little
strange. He dared to venture a few questions, deciding to approach the
subject tangentially.

After a moment of silence, Alejandro said, "Last night and this morning
were great. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable when I said I wanted to,
um..."

"No I'm sorry. I took what I wanted last night. God, did I want you. You
seemed completely okay with it." Zach's eyes searched Alejandro's for
confirmation.

"Listen to us. What we've got here are the beginnings of a soap opera
script gone bad." Zach chuckled. "I know what my stories of Ben may have
sounded like but it never went beyond what I said. Not that I didn't want
it to, believe me!"

Zach began to share with Alejandro more of the stories of his time with
Ben.

"We started horsing around within weeks after we moved in together. After a
few wrestling sessions when we both blew our loads, Ben steered clear of
any conversations about gays and man sex though we both joked about being
horny young studs, needing to get off. It wasn't that he had talked much
about homosexuality before but I noticed that now if a topic seemed to be
leading there he'd change the subject.

"We had become fast friends and that was more important than anything for
both of us. I am nearly certain he guessed I had the hots for him after
several months of our rough-housing and pseudo-sex but he never said
anything.

"The only hint I had came after our first Christmas break. Back at college,
we both were swamped with school work. His girlfriend was on an extended
mini-semester trip out of the country so by the end of the month he had a
bad case of blue balls. He'd steered clear of any of the play-wrestling we
had enjoyed. I was confused.

"I'd missed our playful closeness but after a few feeble attempts to start
something I backed off. I'd shrugged it off, thinking that the reason could
be any number of things. Late in January - damn, I can close my eyes and
see the whole thing again. We were arguing about which game to watch on
TV. We both reached for the channel selector and began playfully trying to
push each other out of the way.

"`Don't start something you can't finish, Dude,' he challenged and I looked
at him with my typical bravado. I saw, too late, a change in his
eyes. Already in motion to tackle him with a headlock, my momentum
propelled me forward.

"We began to wrestle; it seemed just like old times. Soon though, he
reversed our positions and was on top of me. His cock seemed impossibly
hard - the look on his face intense. 'I shouldn't be doing this,' he said
softly as if talking to himself. I didn't know what to do, but knew what I
wanted.

"I said, 'Ben, it's just us.' I paused a moment, waiting, 'Its okay.' His
eyes were closed. He took in a ragged, deep breath and exhaled. Slowly his
smile returned. I was so relieved but still didn't know what would happen
next."

"He smiled, 'So, you give? Are we going to watch the hockey game?' I could
feel his dick pressing against mine. With my typical cocky attitude, I
said, 'Hell no! And get off me you big lummox.' I bridged up hard and
nearly dislodged him. That was all it took; the fight was on.

"It was as if we both wanted to make it last. Avoiding intentional, direct,
sustained contact that would take us over the edge, we fought like tiger
cubs. Rolling all over the floor, laughing, growling our threats and intent
to dominate the other we continued to wrestle. Our briefs were soaked with
pre cum; our dicks, hard pipes, pressed against each other."

"Finally Ben pinned me again. I could see the lust, the need for release
etched on his face.

"Saying nothing to each other, we began furiously humping and grinding our
bodies together. We shot our cum simultaneously and continued to writhe
against each other to wring out all the pent-up need. Finally he collapsed
on top of me, each of us breathing raggedly. After a moment, he rolled off,
leaned his head on the palm of his hand and looked at me. It was an
expression hard to read. Finally he said, 'You okay?' and smiled. Relief
flooded through me. 'Never better!' I held his gaze for a moment then
reminded him, 'Ben, it's just you and me. It's okay.'

"A wrinkled smile creased his face as he slightly shook his head as if
coming to some resolution within himself. 'Yeah, I guess it is. Look I'm
going to grab a shower. You can watch the ball game `til I get back. Then
we're going to watch hockey.' With a laugh, he rolled to his feet and
headed out of the room."

"We never said anything about that day but the frequency of our wrestling
returned to its pre-Christmas level. He went to see his girlfriend the
first weekend after she returned. When he came back, he nearly preened with
pleasure. I teased him and he took it good naturedly, laughing with me that
he'd nearly worn himself out."

After pausing with his head cocked to the side and a questioning look on
his face, Zach said, "I guess he's a good example of someone who is truly
bi-sexual. What do you think?"

They discussed briefly the possibilities. Alejandro finally said, "I don't
envy him. The need and pleasure he expressed with you likely won't
disappear. It may be a challenge for him the rest of his life."

Changing the subject, Alejandro suggested, "Let's get these dishes in the
sink. Someone will be in later to clean and straighten. What's on your
agenda for the day?"

Zach needed to make some phone calls but other than that he was free. "I
can take care of that in an hour or so. Want to meet me downtown for lunch
- say, one o'clock?" They agreed on the place and time. It would give
Alejandro time to do a bit of sight-seeing.

Conversation was far-ranging during lunch. As dessert was served Alejandro
remembered Zach's interest and questions about the rehab job done on the
condo. "Zach, I'm curious. You seemed intrigued with the construction
details about the condo. What was that all about?"

Zach sat back in his chair and considered how to answer the question. He
wasn't sure if Alejandro would understand or even care about his motives.
`Just answer the question' he thought to himself.

"I've got a small building project I'm involved in. I'm not `hands-on' as
my questions might have indicated, but I do like to know what's going on
and not have to depend on others to tell me everything." He waited to see
Alejandro's reaction.

"Let me guess. You're getting your feet wet gradually in the development
process. Planning to follow in your father's footsteps? Don't want to ride
his coattails? Want to prove yourself? Am I right?" Alejandro smiled.

A flash of anger appeared on Zach's face and disappeared as quickly as it
had come. He cursed himself silently for the reaction.

"Ooops, did I say something wrong?" Alejandro asked, a bit confused at the
reaction. "Tell me more about this project."

"This isn't like that. Look, you'd probably be bored with the details. It's
not at all like my father's projects." Zach shrugged.

"Okay, now you do have my curiosity up." Alejandro smiled encouragingly.
"If I promise to let you know politely if I'm bored, will you tell me about
it?"

Alejandro's interaction with architects for the San Francisco and Chicago
condos had made him aware of the importance of customer/owner involvement
in the planning process. `It's too late for that' was a phrase he'd heard
too many times as he saw changes he wanted to make. Of course, it was only
a matter of money but when he looked at what it would cost to make a small
change he just shook his head and thought `next time I'll know'.

Zach's contagious enthusiasm had reminded Alejandro of the fun and energy
of working with architects and builders in the planning stage. Watching a
living space come to life, as it were -making the abstract become reality
-- was a very exciting prospect. Perhaps he needed to do more of that.
"Why not? If it gives me so much pleasure I need to look for opportunities
like that," he thought as he listened to Zach begin his story.

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