Date: Tue, 6 Jul 2004 03:49:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: dl mercer <dlmercer27@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Farmer and Dale, Chapter 4

This story is a work of fiction. It deals with love and sex among men. If
such things offend you, please do not continue. Due to their monogamous
relationship, my guys don't practice safe sex. It is however, in other
circumstances, a very good idea.

As before, this story is dedicated to my dear friend Bobby/RimPig, who gave
me an excellent suggestion for this chapter. If you like this chapter,
thank Bobby, I was ready to stop at chapter 3!

The author retains all rights. Please direct all questions/comments to
dlmercer27@yahoo.com



THE FARMER AND DALE


Chapter 4


Humid, steamy heat filled the bathroom. Water streamed from multiple shower
heads, pulsing against firmly muscled bodies. Bodies, naked, slippery and
wet that moved together with hypnotic rhythm. A guttural groan echoed in
the glass enclosed grotto.

Dale groaned again. Pressed against the shower wall, arms braced, breath
heaving, he welcomed each slow, deep, invasive thrust of Rick's thick,
vein-wrapped cock as it filled him.

Rick's heated murmurs filled his ears. "Ah God, babe, you're so tight, so
hot. Take me in, Dale.  Yeah baby, take me in. Take me in, lover. Don't let
me go."

Dale tightened his sphincter, holding onto Rick through each
withdrawal. The sensation was exquisite. Rick had used some ultra slippery
lube to prepare Dale, with the result that each movement was a hot,
silky-smooth glide. His chute welcomed the thick, burning invasion,
protesting the outward movement, seeking to hold that hot, solid mass
within.

He felt pierced to his very core. Taken, pillaged, claimed. Loved. Each
piercing thrust was a physical symbol of their commitment, each to the
other. Rick's arms held him firmly, his hands caressing, arousing, driving
Dale to the limits of his endurance. Eyes tightly shut, he wore a grimace
of determined effort on his face. He fought to hold back his orgasm. Fought
for every second of pleasure, every second of this precious joining.

Rick shifted. A slight bend of the knees, a tiny change in the angle of his
entry brought his cock firmly against Dales nut with spectacular
result. Dale's groans turned to frantic cries of agonized pleasure. His
mind shredded. Any coherent thought fled as pure sensation pierced his
gut. Rick's tempo increased. His words of praise, love and encouragement,
deteriorated to grunts of effort as he de-evolved from modern thinking man
into a primitive creature of instinct with but one need.  To fuck, to breed
one's mate.

Short staccato thrusts punched Dale's prostate again and again, the
pleasure shocking, debilitating in its intensity. The first touch of Rick's
hand on his rock hard cock triggered the explosion. Thick shots of hot
cream splattered against the shower wall as he roared out his release. He
felt the heated rush of Rick's seed fill him. The intense pleasure gathered
in his gut, twisting, eviscerating him with sensation.

Rick's own guttural shout joined Dale's as he shot his load deep within the
hot welcoming depths of his lover. Dale had tightened on Rick's cock to a
near painful degree, milking his hard pulsing shaft. Rick thrust deep and
held on, hips straining with hard, pumping undulations that echoed each
rocketing burst of cum. Completely buried and flush against his lover, his
buttocks flexed as he filled Dale and felt the backwash of his cum as it
leaked from the tight seal of their joining, soaking his bush.

They rested for long moments, no words spoken as they recovered. The water
continued to pelt their skin, soothing, easing muscles that moments before
had been taut with effort.

Rick began the long, slow retreat, dragging his still semi-solid length
from Dale's body. His movement drew a weak groan, a quiver and a few errant
drops of cum from Dale. Rick smiled weakly. He felt overwhelming pride and
satisfaction from having so well pleasured his mate.

"Come here baby." he murmured.

Turning a dazed and compliant Dale into the spray, he gently washed the
remnants of their mutual release from Dale's body and then from his
own. Rick shut off the water and directed a slowly rousing Dale out of the
shower. With brisk but tender movements he dried Dale and was pleasantly
surprised when Dale revived sufficiently to return the favor.

Dale rubbed the towel over Rick's face and hair. He dropped it around his
shoulders and placed his hands on Rick's cheeks. Cupping his face, he
leaned in for a kiss. One hand slid around to the back of Rick's neck,
holding him, as the other hand continued to softly pet the stubbled skin of
his face. His tongue delved between Rick's lips and slid inside. Swirling
slowly, tangling with careful, sensual deliberation with Rick's tongue,
Dale reveled in the heady, unique flavor that was Rick.

Their warm, damp bodies melded together, Rick's arms circling Dale, pulling
him in. Cocks so recently well used, stirred and thickened only
slightly. Eventually, Dale eased back, his eyes, intense green pools,
meeting the almost dazed blue-green of Rick's.

"I love you, Rick Hunter." he murmured softly.

Rick's smile was angelic, "I love you more, Dale Vaden," he answered, "Come
to bed."

Dale chuckled softly, "I don't think I have the stuff to go another round."

"Is sex all you ever think about, babe?" Rick teased. He pulled Dale with
him into the bedroom of their hotel room. Pulling down the comforter,
blanket and sheet, he urged Dale in.

"What do you say to some room service and a movie?" Rick asked as he
settled next to him.

Following their plan to take a trip to New York City, Dale and Rick had
made the arrangements.  Deciding to take things at a leisurely pace, they
opted for late flights. The trip began at Capitol airport in Springfield in
the a.m. and ended at JFK at 9:15 p.m. Tired from the trip, and the
endless, yet necessary, airport security, they arrived at their
destination, The Four Seasons, in the heart of Manhattan.

They'd decided to stay in for the remainder of the evening. Tomorrow would
see them playing tourist, taking in the sights of New York. Rick looked
forward to the day with great anticipation.  He wanted to see
everything. The Statue of Liberty, Central Park, the Empire State Building
and even Ground Zero, though he knew that would be a sad and sobering
experience.

Dale had laughed when Rick told him of his plans, but seeing his partners
enthusiasm, he soon waded in and they were planning several days of tourist
activities. In the midst of their fun, they had a scheduled meeting with
Dale's agent. Sarah Anscotti, had assured Dale that she was very interested
in reading Rick's work. Dale was an important client, his work and opinion
well respected. Dale's publishing company had been informed of his visit
and contacted him. They were throwing a party one evening while he was in
town and invited him and whomever he wished to bring with him.

Dale's visit coincided with the signing of another client whose books the
publishing company was very excited about. In addition, they had just
signed a very lucrative deal with two international and well known book
chains. The publishing company was having a celebration. The owner of the
company himself, a charming, older man that Dale had met several times, was
putting in an appearance with his partner.

"He's one of us?" Rick had questioned, when Dale told him about the party.

"Oh yeah. You'll like him. Steven Eddington, he's very sophisticated yet
down to earth. He and his partner are very open about their
relationship. His partner, James Duncan, is a lawyer. His firm handles all
the legal business for the publishing company. They're partners in every
sense of the word. They don't paw each other in public, but you can feel
the love between them. It's how I see us years from now."

This confession had struck Rick straight to the heart. He'd pulled Dale
with him to the sofa in the living room and cuddled with him, kissing and
caressing him until the two of them were so hot they'd made love on the
living room floor. Knowing that Dale loved him so much, that he envisioned
them together all their lives, gave Rick such a feeling of warmth and
security. He'd shuddered with the joy of it, the overwhelming rightness of
it, giving of himself without hesitation.

Rick had truly and completely lost his heart to Dale. Dale for his part was
every bit as committed.  Any fears they had were completely laid to rest as
daily, they meshed and melded, physically, mentally and emotionally.

Now in their hotel room, the adventure having begun, Dale agreed to the
movie and together, giggling and teasing each other like children, they put
together a feast to be delivered by room service.

When the food arrived, Rick donned a hotel robe to let the bellman
in. After a whispered conversation, the young man left and returned ten
minutes later, handing Rick a can of spray whipped topping. Rick gave him a
generous tip and a wink that sent him on his way with a pleased blush.

"Just what do you think you're going to do with that?" Dale asked with mock
severity.

"I happen to like whipped cream on my fruit." Rick answered, his expression
completely innocent as he indicated the large bowl of freshly sliced
strawberries, peaches, bananas, grapes, and apples.

Dale raised an eyebrow, "Remarks like that can get you thrown out of the
organization, you know."

"What?" Rick dead panned, "I wasn't talking about you, babe. But now that
you mention it..."

Dale smiled, "Maybe later, I'm hungry for food right now. We're not going
to let all this go to waste are we?"

"Hell no!" Rick grinned.

They paged through the available movies and settled on Pirates of the
Caribbean, both agreeing that Johnny Depp was hot little piece.

As they watched, they devoured their feast, both starving as they'd
declined any food aboard the airplane. Partway through the movie, they
finished their meal and settled back to watch, sitting propped against the
pillows. Rick wrapped an arm around Dale's waist and snuggled in, his head
resting in the hollow of Dale's shoulder. Dale's chin rubbed the top of his
head, the movement bringing a soft contented smile to Rick's lips.

As the movie neared its conclusion, Rick slipped out of Dale's arms and
retrieved the bowl of fruit, bringing it and the whipped cream back to
bed. He sprayed the whipped cream over the fruit and the two of them fed
each other bites of fluff-covered fruit, chuckling as juice and cream
smeared their fingers and dribbled down their chins when they tried to
stuff too much into their mouths.

Rick `accidently' dropped a slice of peach in Dale's lap and went searching
for it. His search, had Dale moaning as the slippery piece of peach slid
over his growing erection. Finally capturing the errant piece of fruit,
Rick fed it to Dale. Declining the use of a napkin, he began to clean the
juice from Dale with his tongue, an action that sent Dale back against the
pillows with a groan.

Dale felt a cool foamy weight against his skin and looked down to see Rick
decorating his groin with whipped cream. He groaned, smiling as Rick placed
pieces of fruit in the rich cream and proceeded to eat his creation. By the
time he'd finished, Dale was twisting and bucking under him, his cock a
throbbing mass of sensation.

He sat up and took the whipped cream from Rick, "I need some of this
dessert too." he explained to a grinning Rick. Rick, who had whipped cream
dotted and smeared on his smiling face, was a sight that made Dale laugh.

Dale proceeded to design his own elaborate concoction of fruit and whipped
cream, using Rick's body as his plate. Then he began to feast. His tongue
swirled in the sweet cream, the taste of Rick's skin mixing with that of
whipped cream and various sweet, mellow and tangy fruits. His mouth
eventually made it to the tip of Rick's full erection which was leaking a
sweet, honeyed liquid of it's own. Dale growled as he sucked in the unique
flavor of his lover.

His mouth slid down the hot, solid length, his lips relishing the feel of
the velvety smooth skin that covered the thick pulsing shaft that slid
slowly over his tongue. Dale growled again, unable to contain the sheer
animal satisfaction of having his mates cock so intimately, orally a part
of him.  He felt Rick's hands on his body, striving to move him. He growled
a protest, holding tighter to his prize until he realized Rick's
intension. He moved then, positioning himself over Rick, feeling his own
fully erect penis engulfed in heated warmth.

A guttural groan rumbled from his chest, vibrating in his throat and mouth,
transmitting to the slippery piece of meat he sucked at. Rick echoed his
groan, the vibrations returning, sending quivers through Dale's tightening
groin. He began to earnestly work Rick, sucking, laving and stroking with
mouth and tongue.

Eyes closed, constant groans working their way into his mouth, he held on
to his prize, lost in the silky glide of the thick column that filled his
mouth. His own cock was near to bursting. Rick's groans sent a steady
stream of shocking vibration through his cock, into his balls and up his
spine. With a muffled roar, Dale released, his cock shooting thick spurts
of cream down Rick's throat and into his mouth. Rick's own release followed
immediately and Dale swallowed each spray of hot man-juice finding it
sweeter that any whipped cream.

Drained, they released each other with slow gentle licks. Rick moved around
and crawled up to Dale. Dale began to laugh weakly at the sight. Rick's
face was still smeared with whipped cream which had somehow made it's way
into his hair, part of which was standing on end.

Rick too began to laugh. Dale put a hand to his own face coming away with
whipped cream. The two of them clung to each other, laughing hysterically
at the crazy picture they presented. Finally sobering, they stumbled into
the bathroom for a quick wash in the shower.

The bed, amazingly enough, had suffered very little damage beyond being
rumpled as hell. They returned everything to the room service cart and Dale
wheeled it out their door as Rick began straightening the bed. The movie
was long since over and they shut off the television, settling into bed
with satisfied sighs.

"I'll never forget my first night in New York." Rick murmured with a sleepy
chuckle.

Dale snorted. "I just wish we had pictures. Your hair was blackmail
material for the next ten years."

Rick gave Dale a slight pinch on the butt, causing Dale to jump. He pulled
him back, spooning himself tightly against Dale, "You don't have to
blackmail me, babe. Just keep treating me the way you do and I'll give you
everything I have."

Dale wiggled contentedly against Rick, "Same here love, same here."

Sleep gently swooped in to claim them.

                                              * * *

Waking late, Dale and Rick ate a leisurely breakfast before donning casual
clothes and comfortable shoes. They wandered out of the hotel and onto the
busy streets of New York. Rick was awed by the tall buildings, all the
people and the bustle. Dale urged him along as Rick shook his head in
wonder of it. It was all very different and exciting, but after breathing
in a lung-full of exhaust laden air he knew that this was not a place he
would choose to live. Still, this visit was proving to be an education in
itself.

They visited Grand Central Station and ate lunch there. They rode the
Staten Island Ferry and visited the Statue of Liberty. The Empire State
Building was also inspected and admired with appropriate awe. Slowly they
made their way through Rick's list, returning gratefully to the hotel at
days end. Both were exhausted. After a quick shower and a meal delivered by
room service, they fell into bed and immediately succumbed to sleep.

Their second day they agreed to slow the pace and found they enjoyed
themselves more. They visited the Museum of Natural History and spent
several hours, fascinated by the exhibits. After lunch they went to Central
Park and took a leisurely stroll. Time's Square and Rockefeller Center got
equal attention. By the end of the day, they were able to enjoy a wonderful
dinner at a small Italian restaurant and returned to the hotel to make
love. A more satisfactory end to the days activities.

Their third day was to be devoted to pleasure of a different kind. They
lounged around the hotel until mid-morning, then met with Dale's agent,
Sarah. She turned out to be a dark-haired, well- groomed, no-nonsense woman
in her 40's who, after reading through some of Rick's work, pronounced it
excellent, with great potential. She asked Rick if he had any ideas for a
longer work, to which he replied in the affirmative. She urged him to write
his manuscript and then send it to her.

"Rick, you should know, and Dale will back me up on this," Sarah told him,
"I hold to some very high standards. I wouldn't care if you were married to
the President of the United States, although that would be a hell of a
drawing card, but if your work is not up to my standards, I won't represent
you. I won't embarrass either of us by trying to get shoddy, sub-standard
work published. Even if your partner is my best client."

"I've already told Rick that, Sarah. And truly," Dale added with a smile,
"we appreciate your candor."

Rick nodded his agreement, "I don't want to ride on Dale's coat-tails. If
my writing doesn't stand on its own, then it doesn't stand."

Sarah smiled and nodded, "From what I've seen here," she indicated Rick's
binder of short stories, "your work is going to stand very well. It may
even do some marching." she added with a grin.

Both men laughed and they rose, both shaking the hand Sarah held out to
them, agreeing that they would see each other later at the publishing house
party that evening.

As they hit the street, Rick let out a sigh, "Wow, she doesn't pull her
punches, does she?"

"Nope." Dale agreed, "That's why I like her, she tells you the truth, lets
you know where you stand. She doesn't try to build your ego. If you're good
she lets you know, if you're slacking, she lets you know that too."

"This is a whole `nuther ball game' isn't it?" Rick commented. "I'm sure
glad you're here, city boy."

Dale smiled, touched at Rick's sudden vulnerability. "I'll always be here
for you, babe. You know that don't you?"

Rick paused and gazed into Dale's eyes. "I do know that." He looked around
at the people who bustled by them in the street. "I so much want to kiss
you right now. Can we go back to the hotel?"

"Oh yeah, my pleasure, lover." Dale stepped to the curb and hailed a cab.

                                             * * *

Later that evening Dale and Rick drew many an appreciative glance to
outright stares as they walked through the lobby of their hotel on the way
to the party being thrown by Dale's publisher.  Dressed casually in
trousers, simple tees and blazers they were a very handsome duo.

Arriving at the party, they again drew the attention of many of those in
the room. Dale, of course, was well known to the publishing house
staff. They were immediately approached by Steven Eddington's assistant and
made to feel welcome. He explained that Steven and James were running a bit
late, but that they would be there soon.

Sarah was there and so they began their rounds of socializing, and chit
chat. Many seemed eager to approach Dale, who with Rick at his side, was
soon drawn into discussions of books and the publishing house's new
deal. Rick excused himself to obtain drinks for himself and Dale.

He was approached by a very good looking man, Greg Jamison, an executive
vice president of the company. Dale glanced in their direction. Noting
their conversation and thinking nothing of it, he returned to his own. Five
minutes later, Steven Eddington and James Duncan arrived. Steven and James
greeted guest after guest as they made their way to Dale. Rick had not yet
returned.

Dale gave them a welcoming smile as the two men approached. He genuinely
liked this older couple, admiring not only their professionalism but the
way they handled their personal life. He'd been quite sincere when he told
Rick that this was what he envisioned for them.

Steven was a tall, distinguished looking man with silvery hair and rim-less
glasses. At 58, he wore his age very well. James was several inches
shorter, his hair dark, with silver at the temples. His intense blue eyes
seemed to take in everything. Both men were well and fashionably dressed,
exuding understated wealth and taste.

Finally they were able to come within speaking range. Steven held out his
hand, "Dale, it's good to see you again, I'm hearing great things from
Sarah about the new book."

Dale shook Steven's hand, "I can always count on Sarah to build me up. Of
course that's just good policy. Gets us more money from you guys." he said
with a laugh, "James," he shook the other man's hand, "How have you been?"

James Duncan gave Dale a smile, "Tolerable, Dale, tolerable. I have my
hands full trying to keep this guy out of litigation."

Steven's brow rose. "Now James..."

James cut him off, "Oh no, don't start, this is a party. We are not going
to discuss legal matters."

"You, my dear, started it." Steven told him, assuming an offended air.

"You're absolutely right. I apologize. Forgive me?" James teased, a
charming smile lighting his face.

Steven returned the smile, the air between the two of them shimmered with
their mutual love and affection.

Steven pulled Dale into their play, "You see what I have to put up with?"

Dale grinned, "Oh yeah, I'd say you were pretty lucky too." Over Steven's
shoulder, he could see Rick approaching with their drinks. "Speaking of
luck, I'd like you to meet my partner." He indicated Rick who had stopped
behind them.

Both men turned, Steven's face filling with astonished disbelief, "Oh my
God. Gerald?" He reached out for James' hand, James immediately coming to
his side. He shook his head, pulling himself together, "No, you couldn't
possibly be." he murmured.

Dale stepped forward, a confused look on his face. "Steven, James, I'd like
you to meet Rick Hunter. Rick, this is Steven Eddington and James Duncan."

Rick handed one of the drinks to Dale, freeing his hand which he offered
first to James and then to Steven. "I'm very pleased to meet you both." His
gaze turned to Steven, "Did you call me Gerald? Because Gerald is my dad's
name. I'm told I look just like him."

The surprise and confusion left Steven's eyes, replaced with
comprehension. "Gerald's son, that explains it. My God, you do look just
like him. Exactly the way he looked the last time I saw him."

Rick and Dale made eye contact, astonished comprehension filling their
eyes, "Steven, Steve.  You're Steve, the man my dad told us about." Rick's
own eyes were filled with disbelief, "I can't believe this!"

"Rick, Dale, could we adjourn to Steven's office? It looks like we have
some things to discuss."  James suggested.

With nods of agreement, they made their way out of the party and up two
floors to Steven's office. James offered drinks, which were declined in
favor of discussion.

Steven began, "Your father told you about me?"

Rick nodded, "I `came out' to my parents not long ago. I'm bi, something my
parents weren't aware of.  When I met Dale, well I didn't have any
choice. I knew he was the one I'd been waiting for." Sitting beside Dale on
a leather sofa, he reached for and held his hand. Dale gave him a smile
filled with love.

Steven smiled, his own hand reaching for James who was perched on the arm
of the chair Steven sat in. He stared at their linked hands and then into
James' eyes, a silent message passing between them.

He turned to Rick, "I loved your father, Rick. I don't know how much he
told you about us, but I loved him. I think he was beginning to feel the
same for me, but there was someone there before me. Your mother."

Rick nodded, swallowing hard at this gentle confession.

"When your mother discovered us, I had no idea that your dad was engaged to
be married. He never told me, never let on." James squeezed Steven's hand,
reassurance and love conveyed in that simple act. "Gerald was devastated. I
knew then that the only right thing for me to do was to back away. Gerald
was so obviously in love with your mother, and even though I felt that he
was coming to love me... I, well, I."

Steven stopped speaking, emotion closing his throat. James wound an arm
around him.

"I understand." Rick spoke, his own voice husky with emotion, "Dad
understood too. He told us that you were the most unselfish and giving man
he'd ever known and that you told him to follow his heart or that he'd
regret it for the rest of his life." Rick captured Steven's gaze, "He said
he loved you, that you were a good man and that he hoped you had a good
life because no one deserved it more."

Steven nodded, tears in his eyes, unable to speak. They waited in silence
until he was able to get hold of his emotions, "You've no idea what those
words mean to me. At the time it seemed like the end of the world, but
things worked out for the best. I found this man," he returned James' hug,
"I couldn't be happier."

Rick and Dale nodded in understanding, their own love making it clear to
them just what Steven and James shared.

"What about your father, Rick, has he been happy?" Steven asked.

"Yeah, I'd say so. I've got a brother and two sisters. Mom and dad have
seven grandchildren. But more than that... our home was always filled with
laughter and good feelings. You could feel the love my parents had for each
other and still have for each other."

"Wonderful," Steven pronounced, smiling. "And how did they take the news
about you and Dale?"

Rick looked at Dale who nodded, "Mom wasn't real happy about it, to say the
least, but dad thinks she'll come around. Dad was shocked at first, I never
let them see that I had any interested in men." Rick ducked his head
sheepishly, a slight blush heating his cheeks.

The other three men chuckled in sympathy at his discomfort. Rick's patented
grin made its appearance, "Dad's in our corner now, he says every things
going to be all right. I believe him."  Rick stated with simple
conviction. He gave Dale a shining smile, squeezing his hand.

"Well, I'd say things have worked out well for everyone concerned. What say
we return to the party? Our absence is probably causing all kinds of
speculation." James rose, Steven with him.

Steven approached Rick, "If you want, you can tell your dad that you saw me
and that I'm living that happy life he wished for me. Tell him I'm glad to
know that his life has been all he wished it to be. He's a very lucky
man. Just as I am." His gaze connected with James'.

"I'll do that Steven," Rick paused, "Oh hell." He wrapped his arms around
Steven and gave him a hearty hug. Stepping back he grinned, "I feel like I
just met family."

Steven laughed heartily. "You're a good man, Rick. Gerald's a lucky man to
have a son like you.  Come on men, lets rejoin the party."

With much good will and good feeling they returned to the party.

Dale and Rick were soon separated as they again began to mingle with the
crowd. At one point Dale found Rick, noting with a frown that Greg Jamison
had again captured Rick's attention and company. He sent glances in their
direction from time to time, feeling a sense of relief when Greg left the
room. His stomach dropped when a few moments later, Rick followed in his
wake.

Dale felt a darkness open in his soul as fear and uncertainty poured
in. Surely Rick wouldn't...he thought to himself, struggling to make the
negative thoughts in his head go away. Still, his experience with Tony made
it hard not to feel the insecurity. As he struggled with his feelings, he
was unaware of James' scrutiny.

James approached Dale and gently took him aside, "Are you all right Dale?",
he asked.

Dale shook his head, not knowing what to say, how to express his emotional
turmoil.

"Your fears are groundless, Dale. Rick loves you. In fact, here he comes
now." James nodded in Rick's direction.

Dale turned quickly, relief leaving him mute, tears stinging his eyes. He
gave James a grateful smile and watched him retreat, turning to greet Rick
with stricken eyes.

Rick took one look and was instantly at his side, "What's wrong babe? Are
you all right?"

Dale again shook his head, "Can we go?" he murmured.

"Of course we can. Come on love." Rick gently took Dale's arm and steered
him through the crowd, making their excuses, telling anyone who asked that
they were tired from their sightseeing and needed to rest.

He caught Steven's eye. Steven nodded his understanding, his look
sympathetic yet encouraging.  Dale was hurting. Rick didn't know exactly
what was going on, but he intended to find out.

The doorman got them a cab, their trip quick and silent. Rick held Dale's
hand, his thumb rubbing soothingly over his knuckles. They made their way
through the lobby and up the elevator without speaking. On reaching their
room Rick swiped the lock with the key card and drew Dale into the room and
into his arms.

"Damn, I thought we'd never get here. What's wrong, baby? Tell me." Rick
murmured as he rocked Dale.

Dale's arms tightened as he whispered a muffled, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry for what, babe?" Rick question, genuinely puzzled.

Dale pulled away, "I doubted you. I saw you leave the room after Greg
Jamison and I...I."

Understanding lit Rick's eyes, "You thought I was going to what, get a
quick piece of ass in the mens room or in some deserted office? Greg
offered, Dale. I turned him down. I did go to the bathroom. Alone." Hurt
shadowed Rick's eyes, "I love you Dale, I wouldn't do that to you."

"I know!" Dale wailed, "In my heart I know that, but I kept thinking about
what happened with Tony and I... I got scared." He reached out for
Rick. "I'm so sorry, Rick. Please, please baby, forgive me."

Rick let his hard gaze rest on Dale for a moment, then he softened, "Come
here," he commanded, pulling Dale into his arms.

Dale shuddered with relief, burrowing into Rick's arms, pressing himself
tightly against Rick. Rick tightened his arms, "I understand, babe, I
really do. I know you were hurt and I didn't help matters by what I did to
you." His hands rubbed Dale's back with long soothing strokes, "But you've
got to learn to trust me, Dale. Trust me when I say I love you, and that
I'll never leave you."

Dale sighed, "I'm trying, Rick. You help me by showing me everyday how much
you love me."

Rick nodded, he pulled back, "Good. Because... I'm about to trust you with
something.  Something I've wanted, but never trusted anyone with. Until
you."

Dale frowned and cocked his head, "What is it angel?"

Suddenly nervous, Rick took a deep breath, "I want you to make love to me,
Dale."

Astonished comprehension lit Dale's eyes. "You mean you want..?"

"Yeah, I want you inside me," Rick admitted. "I've always been a top. I
never felt the need to be fucked. Whenever I thought about it, there was
never anyone I wanted to be with in that way.  Until you, Dale. I want you
to truly make me yours. I don't want us to be stuck in some role that we
play. You're not my wife, you're my partner, my lover, in every sense of
the word. We're equals."

Dale nodded, a warm and loving smile gracing his face.

Rick frowned and bit his lip, "Um, you have done this before, haven't you?"
he asked uncertainly.

Dale laughed, "Yeah, I've done it before." He approached Rick and circled
round him. "I've had some thoughts about this beauty." His hands ran over
Rick's taut ass. "You just never seemed interested in changing the status
quo and I really didn't have any complaints." He continued his circle,
coming round to face Rick. "Don't worry, babe, I can handle it." he spoke
with sure confidence.

Dale left Rick standing in the middle of the room and picked up the
phone. He spoke with the front desk, asking to be connected with the
airport. Once connected, he made arrangements for the quickest flight
out. Finished, he turned to find a frowning Rick.

"What are you doing? I thought we we're going to make love."

Dale went to Rick and took him in his arms, kissing him with sultry,
heated, passion until Rick moaned. Dale pulled back, "You think I'm doing
something this important in a hotel room? Not on you're life, babe. We're
going home. I'm going to pluck your cherry in our bed." Dale chuckled at
Rick's sudden blush and smacked his ass, "Now get packed, our plane leaves
in two hours."

To be continued...