Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2007 21:05:37 -0400
From: Jimmy Langston <Jimmy7@comcast.net>
Subject: Fresh Start Chap 4

Fresh Start Chapter 4
by Jay Love

Hi Everyone,
            This is the story of a male/male relationship. I don't know
where the story is going now, for it is just forming. However, I do want to
offer a caution: If you are not of legal age to be reading this material
where you live, please leave now. And if you are offended by the subject
matter, get over yourself. Gay love has, is, and will be here until the end
of time. Respect it!
            If by chance you see yourself, or someone you know, in the
storyline, it is merely a coincidence. These characters are a mixture of
fiction and reality: fiction in that they are not real; reality in that this
situation might be familiar to someone.
            Anyhow, I hope that you enjoy what I've written, and I encourage
comments, positive and negative, as they help me to be a better writer. You
may contact me at Jaylovenj@comcast.net <mailto:Jaylovenj@comcast.net>  I
look forward to hearing from you.


>From Chapter 3:

Taking my left hand, Rich removes my engagement band and slides on the
matching platinum surround around it. Then he replaces it on my finger.

"This ring is the symbol of my oneness with you. It tells the world that I
am yours and you are mine. It is not broken because the love I have for you
cannot be broken." He kisses my finger.

I take Rich's left hand, and performs the same ritual with him. "This ring
is the symbol of my oneness with you. It tells the world that I am yours and
you are mine. It is not broken because the love I have for you cannot be
broken." I, then, kiss his finger.

The judge begins, "I have performed hundreds of wedding ceremonies in my
career, but I have never witnessed a truer love as I see in the eyes of
these two men. So, it is with great pleasure that I pronounce you husband,
and husband. And, as the document I will sign later will state, let me be
the first to proclaim you now, Richard Allen Young-Davis and Stanley Michael
Davis-Young. May you both live long, happy, and healthy lives.

Gentlemen, you may kiss your husband."

With tears in my eyes, I take Rich's face in my hands, and kiss him. It a
kiss of completeness that we each feel, and our knees buckle from the
effects.

Recovering somewhat, our foreheads together, we give each other a final peck
as we turn and face our smiling audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Young-Davis/Davis-Young family." Cheers and
applause erupts as Rich and I stand momentarily holding hands, then we
proceed down the aisle and out the door.


Chapter 4:


The reception was absolutely splendid. To our surprise, there had to have
been at least 200 invited guests. When we later questioned Nate and Carter,
they both informed us that our union could never have taken place without us
knowing how much all our family and friends loved us and supported us.

Rich and I were both chastised by our families for keeping each other a
secret these many months, although both our mothers said that they noticed a
difference in our voices as we talked to them on the telephone. They kept
waiting for us to mention something, but we never did.

Our fathers ask us if we had been ashamed of each other, to which we
responded that we were never ashamed of each other. We never told them
because of our own insecurities in their reaction, to which they both
sternly scolded that we were their sons, and nothing that we could ever do,
certainly something as miniscule as to who we love, would ever take their
love away. That caused each of us embarrassment, and made us promise to keep
them more informed about our lives.

"But you sounded so disappointed in me on the telephone when I told you
about the wedding," Rich says to his father.

"Well, I was told to keep our presence today a secret, as a surprise to you.
I'm sorry if I caused you any pain, son. Just know that I am proud of you,
and happy in your selection of the man you love.

"So, where are you two going on your honeymoon?" Carter asks, walking up and
putting his arms around Rich and my shoulders.

"You think I'd tell you?" I answer. "I could see it now, pink balloons all
over the honeymoon suite."

"Would I do a thing like that?" he asks coyly.

"Yes," Rich and I respond at the same time.

"Gee, you two must be married. You think just alike."

"Ladies and gentlemen," Nate begins standing, and walking over to a mike
stand, "and these two here," he says pointing to us. "I have known Rich
since he was freshman at Penn State.

Seeing as he wasn't blessed with good sense, I took pity on him, and became
his friend." Laughter erupts. "Now after all this time, and under my expert
tutelage, I must say that he has grown, and the good sense that God gave him
finally kicked in.

Today, he married the greatest person I could have ever hoped he would find,
but whatever Stan sees in him is still a mystery to me, as I'm sure it is to
all of us that truly know Rich.

Their love for one another is an inspiration to all of us, though, and I can
only hope that I one day find someone to make me as complete as they seem to
make each other," he says looking in the direction of a very beautiful woman
seated at a nearby table. "So, to Rich and Stan" may you find strength in
each other during bad times, confidence in yourselves as you make decisions,
and increasing faith at all times. Congratulations!"

We both nod our silent `thank you' to Nate as we take a sip of champagne.

"One more. One more," Carter says, standing. "Almost three years ago, I
received a phone call from Stan. I noticed a change in his voice immediately
as he spoke about the new place where he had moved.

He told me then that he had made a new bud by the name of Rich
Something-or-other." That brought laughter. "Over the prevailing months, I
learned more about Rich, because every conversation seem to get back to him.
`How's the weather?' `Oh, it was sunny today, and Rich and I decided to go
to the beach. You should see the great tan he's got...' or, `How was your day?
' and the answer would be something like, `it was lousy until I got home.
Rich had barbecued and invited me to dinner on the patio. He always can
cheer me up.'" The crowd roared with laughter, especially Rich as he started
to turn pink.

"At first, I admit, I was a little jealous. After all, Stan is my best
friend, and to hear that someone I had never met was beginning to take my
place, well, it hurt." He clutches his heart in agony, getting some laughs.
"I had wanted to spend some time with him, you know, to sort of, I guess,
get him back?"

"I always knew you wanted me," I said.

"In your dreams, Stany-Wany," Carter responds, reverting back to a childhood
tease he had for me. "Now, after getting to know Rich for myself, I can see
he's just as crazy as Stan, and they are the only two that can tolerate each
other."

"You got that right," my father says.

"I just want to say on behalf of everyone here, that we'll always be here
for the two of you, to give you our support, our encouragement, our
friendship, and our love.

So, will you join me in congratulating my best friends, with an `s', as they
embark on the adventure of a lifetime? To Stan and Rich: long life, lots of
love, and many babies." Always the character, Carter couldn't let it go.

"Many babies," the crowd echoes. I give Rich a kiss as we drink our final
toast.

"And remember, the first one is mine."

The party continued for a couple more hours before Nate and Carter once
again approached the microphone.

"Folks," Carter begins, "Nate and I want to take this opportunity to thank
you for coming and making this day truly wonderful for us...I mean for Stan
and Rich."

"And the videos go on sale for only $19.95," adds Nate. "It's complete with
all their embarrassing childhood moments. A lifetime of embarrassing
moments. A must have for any home that's into serious laughter. It's
destined to be the comedy hit of the year!"

"But, seriously..."

"Who's Seriously?" Nate pipes in.

"Seriously, the happy couple must now leave."

"We do?" Rich asks.

"You do. A wonderful honeymoon awaits, at a destination that that bum Stan
wouldn't tell me about. Thought I'd put a spy camera in or something.
Anyway, if you form a line, rose petals have been provided to send the happy
couple on their way as they walk the gauntlet.

We only saw smiling and accepting faces as we made our way from the
reception hall. We stopped to give both Carter and Nate a hug, and surprised
them both with kisses, hard on the mouth.

"I knew you always wanted me," Carter whispers in my ear, that twinkle in
his eye. I discretely run my hand across his package and give it a squeeze.
"Not bad," I whisper back. For once, Carter is speechless. I look at Nate,
and sees that he has the same expression as Carter, so I know that Rich did
the same to him.

We give our parents hugs, and make tentative plans to visit each within the
next few months.

"Where are we going?" Rich asks as we settle into the white super-stretch
limousine.

"On our honeymoon, silly," I answer.

"No, where are we going on our honeymoon?"

"It's a surprise. Let's just say it's a clothing optional honeymoon."

"Sounds like you want to keep me naked."

"Every minute. I've been sporting wood since you walked into the room on
your parent's arm. I had to keep this damn jacket closed all afternoon"

Rich giggles. "Me too! I love you, babe." He cuddles up against my right
side. "Did you goose Carter?" he asks, "when we were coming down the
receiving line," he goes on to clarify.

"And I love you, too. And the answer is no," I tease. "I grabbed his dick!"
We both laugh and settle back as the limo continues on its journey.

I looked out the window, noticing that we were almost to the airport. I had
told Rich that we were staying at an inn near the airport tonight, and then
taking off for our adventure tomorrow.

"Will you indulge a fantasy of mine?" I asked coyly.

"Getting kinky already?" I give him my pleading, puppy dog eyes. "For
you—anything!" I knew I had him.

"Put this on," I say, handing him one of those sleeping mask to use as a
blindfold. Once the blindfold is in place, I get a reassurance that he could
not see anything, and then I asked him to sit back and relax.

"Are you going to tell me what this is all about?"

"You'll see, just a few minutes longer. I want this to be a surprise."

The limousine pulls into a hangar, and comes to a stop. With the driver's
help, I get Rich from the car, and we get him seated in one of the
comfortable, beige captain's chairs. After tipping the driver generously, he
leaves.

I signal the steward to keep quiet as he closes the door to the plane, and
the plane comes to life and begins taxing towards the runway.

"Gentlemen, this is Captain Richard Martin. I, and co-pilot Nick Harper,
welcome you aboard SM II. Our current outside temperature is at a balmy
68ºF, and the temperature at our destination is currently at 76ºF.

Our cruising altitude will be 24,000 feet, and we shall be landing in a
little over three hours. So, sit back and enjoy the ride. Tony will be back
shortly with refreshments. And, on behalf of Nick, Tony, and myself,
congratulations!"

"What's going on, Stan?" Rich asks a little strongly.

"You can take off the blindfold now, baby."

"What is this? What have you done?"

"You're disappointed?" I ask, fearful that I have ruined the first night of
our honeymoon.

"No, no, babe, I'm just a little confused. I didn't expect to be on—a
private jet?" By this time, the nose of the plane has tilted upward as we
take off. "And just where are we going?"

I note a more playful tone of his voice, and feeling a bit more relaxed, I
reply, "on the honeymoon of your dreams. So, just sit back and relax."

At that moment, the cabin steward reappears, carrying a tray of hors d'
oeuvres of oysters on the half-shell, caviar, Brie, and grapes, then returns
with a chilled bottle of champagne. "Here you go, gentlemen. We won't be
landing for another three and a half hours. As you instructed, Sir," he
continues, looking at me, "the things you requested are in the other
compartment. I'm going to be in the cockpit, so if you need anything, just
give me a buzz. Just press this button and ask for Tony."

"Thanks for everything, Tony, but I think I have all I need, right here," I
say, taking Rich's hand in mine, kissing it.

"Very good, Sirs. And let me add my `congratulations' to the mix. I hope
that the two of you enjoy a long, healthy, and happy life together." That
said, Tony turns and walks towards the front of the plane. We each notice
the snug way that Tony's pants are hugging the curves of his ass.

"He's cute," Rich giggles, looking at me.

"Ready to dump me already for the first pretty boy you see?" I tease.

"Au contraire! Tony is cute, but you are handsome, and sexy, and have a
heart of gold, and hung like..."

"Okay, okay," I say chuckling, "I get the point. You're right. Tony is cute!
And what an ass!"

"You like his ass?" Rich asks, raising his sexy brows.

"You gotta admit, the boy walks away nicely," I laugh. "But, I happen to be
in love with the way yours move. And you cute little ears, and perky nose,
and narrow waist . . . "

"You're just horny," Rich teases, feeding me a grape from the platter.

"Since I laid eyes on you today."

"I could tell, the way you kept rubbing my palm with your middle finger when
we were holding hands. And the way you were grinding into me on the dance
floor. It was positively obscene!"

"I was not grinding!" I say.

"You right! You were humping! I tell you, if our family and friends weren't
in the room, I would have thrown you down on the floor and had my way with
you right there! You had me so hard."

"Well, we could join the mile-high club."

"You mean?"

"We have about three hours. On a private jet. And Tony graciously left us
alone. I think he is expecting it."

"Oh, so we're going to do this for Tony?"

"Nah—but I think he should be able to live vicariously through us," I laugh.
"Besides, I saw the way he was looking at you." I stand and pull him to his
feet, bringing his body to mine as I kiss him.

"Come on, Mr. Young-Davis," I say to him, taking him by the hand. I lead him
to a closed door at the rear of the cabin. Opening it, I reveal a room—a
bedroom, complete with a king-sized bed.

"What is this," Rich asks. "Whose plane is this, babe? And how can we afford
this?"

I let out a sigh not unnoticed by Rich. He gets a worried expression on his
face. "Rich, let's get out of these monkey suits, and get comfortable. I
have some very important news to tell you." Rich notes the seriousness in my
voice.

We disrobe down to our matching baby blue silk boxers, a gift from our
Carter and Nate, and climb into the middle of the bed.

"Well?" Rich asks, as he lays his head on my shoulder, looking up into my
eyes.

"I don't know how to begin to tell you this," I state. "I don't want you to
hate me. I didn't mean to keep this from you, but there never seem to be the
right time, or the right way..."

"Babe, what are you talking about? You can tell me anything. You know that."

"You say that now . . . "

"Stan, there is nothing that you can tell me that will ever make me stop
loving you. I'm in this for better or worse, richer or poorer, sickness and
health, until death parts us. Okay?"

After studying his eyes for a few moments, I smile and begin. "Definitely
the richer and poorer part," I begin, getting a quizzical look from Rich.
"Well, you know my name is Stanley Michael Davis."

"Yeah, so?"

"And that's my name – legally," I say.

"Stanley Michael Davis is also the man behind StanMac Industries." Rich
gives me a quizzical look.

"What are you talking about, Stan?" he asks, turning to face me on the bed.

"I was ten-years-old. My parents and I lived in Ridgefield Park, New Jersey.
Your average family living in the suburbs of Northern New Jersey, in a
four-bedroom house.

Mom was a third grade teacher at my school (I'll have to tell you about that
nightmare later), and dad worked as a local banker.

They, like so many other people played the lottery. They won. We won. It was
one of the biggest jackpots at that time, and after taxes, they took home
$99 million.

They took one-third, or $33 million, and put it in a trust for me. When I
turned twenty-seven, I received full control over that trust. I am now worth
a couple hundred million."

I wait for the for the . . . what? I don't know? I decide to continue,
wanting to get everything in the open. "I am President and CEO of StanMac
Industries."

"Why haven't you ever said any of this before?" I can hear the
disappointment in Rich's voice. "I mean you don't live like a millionaire. I
did wonder how you knew a Senator, personally. And you did go to Harvard
Business."

"I have worked hard for what I have, and I've never done anything to
maliciously hurt anyone. I've tried to be as fair as possible, and I've been
smart," I defend.

"It's not easy for me. My ex received fifteen million in the settlement. I
told you, after that, I dated a few women. And the minute they found out
about the money, they became prostitutes. Whatever I wanted, as long as I
bought, and bought, and bought.

Then, I met you. And you weren't like that. I . . . I didn't know, or even
identify; that what I was feeling for you was love. But it was strong. By
that time, the time of my realization, I was hopelessly in love with you,
and was at the point where you became my obsession, my reason for being.

And the money didn't seem important. It was never an issue for us. You
certainly didn't have a problem paying your bills, or buying what you
wanted, so money never came up between us."

"I don't know what you want me to say," Rich finally speaks, apparently
flabbergasted.

"I want you to say that you love me, and me keeping this from you doesn't
matter – that much!" I say. I give him a cheesy smile.

"Okay. This is going to take some getting used to, but I will try. I love
you, Stan, and nothing's going to change that fact," Rich professes.

He turns around, laying his head on my chest as I lean back against the
pillowed headboard. He draws my arms around his bare shoulders, lacing his
fingers in mine across his heart. I take it I am forgiven.

"But, how did you move in next door to me. Surely it wasn't due to money."
That's a legitimate question. I try my best to answer it.

"I was living in New York. After my divorce, I needed to get away. I found
myself falling back into the same group that I was associated with before
the divorce. I had long been fed up with the phonies and want-to-be social
climbers. Teri ate that up, not me.

I wanted to lose myself, so I leased an apartment down here. I did it on the
net, so I hadn't really seen the townhouse before I rented it. I just wanted
to go somewhere where I wasn't well known, to lick my wounds, so to speak.

Also, I knew if I stayed amongst the crowd I had associated with, I would
have probably ended up right back in the situation I had just gotten out of.
Plus, we were fighting over one of the houses. I got it, by the way. Teri
only wanted it because it means a lot to me. I often dream of filling it
with a couple of kids."

"We can talk about that," Rich says dreamily.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah. I often, in the last few months especially, have pictured you as a
wonderful father. Does that surprise you?"

"No. Knowing you . . . no!" I say.

"I was really feeling low. On the drive down from New York, I had time to
reflect on my life, and I didn't like a lot of things that I had allowed to
happen.

Like I told you, I let our parents push us into a loveless marriage. And we
probably could have learned to live separate lives, but neither of us wanted
to live that way. In misery. That's the one point we had no trouble being in
agreement.

The hardest part was telling our parents about the upcoming divorce. It was
actually the hardest on Teri, if I look back. Her parents immediately sided
with me, even though we both tried to assure them that this was a mutual
decision. But, they seem to think that it was Teri's doing. That had to take
a toll on her."

"You're being very benevolent towards Teri," Rich interjects.

"I guess that's what being married to you does to me," I smile, pulling him
tighter and kissing his neck.

"I can't believe we're in the air, in a private jet."

"Our jet," I tell him.

"You mean this plane is yours," Rich gulps.

"Ours, Mr. Young-Davis. Were you not with me about four hours ago, in front
of our family and friends?"

"Yeah, Stan, but . . . "

"Rich! Everything, and I mean everything – everything I have belongs to you.
Don't you understand? I do not exist without you. You are truly my mirror –
my other half. You are the Ying to my Yang. Everything good about me is a
direct result of being worthy of you!"

Rich leans up, bringing his lips to me. He has the most pliable lips. I can
kiss him all day and all night. I notice his breathing change, and when we
surface for air, I notice a definite swelling in his silk boxers.

"Do we still have time to join the mile-high club?" he teases, walking his
fingers down my chest. At that moment, the phone rings. I reach for it.

"Okay. Thank you, Tony," I respond before hanging up. "That was Tony, baby.
And as much as I would love to make love with you right now, Tony says that
we are forty-five minutes from landing. We need to get changed before we
land."

"Changed? Into what?" Rich asks. "Our bags are . . . somewhere?" he says,
looking around the room.

I walk over to a door, and invite Rich to join me. He's tenting, I notice as
he crosses the short distance to where I am.

I've opened the closet. Inside are two linen suits, both in an off white
color and sandals. I pull a jewelry box from the closet, giving it to Rich.

"What's this?" he asks taking the jewelry box from me. He opens it, removing
its contents. He pulls out a silver, turquoise bracelet. Second verse better
than the first it read along with today's date, May 15, 2004.

Rich laughed when he read the inscription. "You remembered," he laughed. We
had gotten silly one night, playing our own version of Name That Tune when
Rich had started singing Henry VIII, by Herman's Hermits. That kind of
became our own private joke.

"I love it, Stan," he says as I put it around his wrist.

"That looks so beautiful with your eyes, just as I imagined."

"Do we have enough fuel to circle for eight, maybe nine hours?" He rests his
upper arms across my neck.

"I'm afraid not. We'd certainly crash and die before then," I say playfully.
I wrap my arms around his waist.

"Yeah. But what a way to go." He breaks out into a lecherous smile.

We manage to get back to our seats in the main cabin and buckle up moments
before the Fasten Your Seatbelts sign came on. Tony has removed the remnants
of the food from earlier and the wine he'd poured for us.

"I trust you had a restful flight, Sirs," Tony comments, knowingly.

"Yes, we did, thank you," Rich responds, giving me a wink.

Tony smiles. "Good. We'll be landing in ten minutes, so buckle up.

The expression on Rich's face was priceless as he first saw Emerald Beauty,
the 130-foot yacht, that awaited us in the port of St. Croix, in the U.S.
Virgin Islands.

        After landing, another limousine awaited us to take us to the yacht.
There were a couple of cruise ships in port, and Rich was surprised that we
weren't heading there.

        "She is beautiful," Rich says to me as we board.

        "Thank you. I thought this one would be big enough for the two of
us."

        "You mean we're going to sail this. I've never sailed before."

        "No, silly. This ship has a crew of twelve."

        Just then, a very attractive Latino appeared before us, seemingly
out of nowhere.

        "Good evening, Mr. Davis," he said with a huge smile.

        "Hello, Carlos," I respond, "and it's Davis-Young. How have you
been?"

        "Sorry about that, Sir. I've been well."

        "And, how's Norberto?"

        "I wouldn't know, Sir. He and I aren't together any longer."

        "I'm sorry to hear that. He's really given up a good thing with you.
Maybe he'll realize it one day."

        "I've stopped waiting. It's been about five months now. He just wasn
't ready to admit that he is gay, and that he can have a life being so."

        "That's sad, but, unfortunately, there are so many who are like
that." At that moment, Rich gives me a little tap on the arm. "Oh, I'm sorry
sweetheart. Carlos, this is my husband, Mr. Richard Young-Davis."

        "Very please to meet you, Sir," Carlos says, extending his hand,
which Rich takes. "And let me offer my most heartfelt congratulations and
welcome to the family. If you don't mind me saying so, you're one very lucky
man, Mr. Young-Davis. And he's very handsome, Sir."

        "Thank you, Carlos. It's a pleasure to meet you, too. And I know I
am an extremely lucky man."

        "Rich, Carlos is our valet, and he runs the services aboard this
vessel, the first mate. The ship does have a captain, who's in charge of
everything, a navigator, and a weatherman. It also has a chef, two
mechanics, and five crewmen who do the general jobs of the ship, and outside
of the navigator and weatherman, Carlos directly supervises the other
crewmen."

        "So what he's saying is that if you need anything, anything at all,
just let us know. Sir," he says. Looking in my direction, "everything is as
you requested. And we will be ready to sail in about thirty minutes. We will
serve dinner on the rear deck whenever you're ready. I think you will be
satisfied with Anton's selection this evening: Watercress salad with mustard
dressing, strawberry soup, grilled smoked salmon, fresh vegetables, potato
rolls, and for dessert, brownies in an apricot sauce with apricot ice cream.
And of course, complementing wines for each course has been selected."

        "Um, my mouth is watering already," Rich says.

        Chuckling, I tell Carlos that we'll meet him in the salon on the
upper deck as soon as we sail.

        "Very good, Sirs. I'll have cocktails ready. Now if you'll excuse
me, I'll let the Captain know that you're aboard so we can get underway.
Besides, I don't think you need an audience." At that moment, a steward
appears carrying a tray containing two glasses of champagne.

        He, too, is very handsome, and Carlos introduces him as Michel.
"Very pleased to meet you, Sirs. Bon chance!" he says, obviously French in
nationality.

        "Please to meet you Michel, and thank you," both Rich and I respond.
Michel is very handsome, rugged, with dark piercing eyes and a smile that
immediately attracts attention when it's provided. I can tell that Carlos is
a little smitten by him just by the way he is looking at him.

        "Come on, baby, let me show you the ship." We begin to walk away. I
take him to the bridge, where he meets our captain, and learns a bit about
how this high-tech vessel is operated. Then, I show him the gym, our bedroom
and bath, the galley, point out the crew wing, and finally the salon that
borders the rear deck. I introduce him to many of the crew along the way.

"There's a swimming pool up here! And a hot tub!" Rich exclaims as we come
upon the rear deck. "This boat has everything!"

"I thought you would enjoy it," I answer. "And it looks as if Carlos has set
a nice, romantic table for us. Will you have dinner with me?" I ask, seating
Rich in one of the chairs at the table.

        Carlos has prepared a very romantic setting out here, and we feast
on the marvelous meal that the cook has prepared. Carlos has even provided
background music, and after dinner, Rich takes my hand and we begin to
dance. I love holding him close, and having him hold me as the vessel moved
along the moonlit waves.

        "My wonderful husband," Rich sighs in my ear as I hold him close,
"you really know how to romance a guy."

        "This is only the beginning." I bring his lips to mine, pulling him
closer to me. We sway to the music, as our bodies try to merge into one.

        "Let's go to bed," Rich says, as I feel his manhood pressing firmly
against my thigh.

        "You sleepy?" I tease, knowing he feels me as I felt him.

        "Actually, sleep is the last thing I have on my mind," he says,
giving me one of those sexy smiles. A tingle runs up my spine, and I
shudder. I take his hand, and we follow our tenting pants to our cabin.

        Carlos has opened the balcony doors, and a gentle breeze flutters
the curtains. He has also turned back the comforter on our first marital
bed. The lights of distant island is slowly disappearing from view along the
horizon.

There are only three balcony suites on this vessel. This one, which is at
the stern of the ship; the one occupied by Carlos, his door is to the right
of our cabin as we exit; and that of the captain, who is on the left of our
door.

"I can't believe that we actually did it!" Rich says.

"We haven't done it yet, but I'm working on it."

I then bring his lips to mine, giving him a slow kiss that begins to build
in intensity.

"Today has been the best day of my life," I offer.

"Mine, too," Rich confesses as I slip his jacket from his shoulders,
allowing it to fall upon the floor. The silk of his shirt feels so good as
my hand glides across his massive chest. I see his hard nubs on his chest
poking at the fabric, and can't help but give them a little squeeze before I
lowering my lips over the them.

Rich moans from the attention that I am giving to his chest, and the feel of
my hot mouth on his flesh, separated by the fabric of his shirt. And his
nipples respond by getting harder. He arches his back, pushing one, then the
other, in turn, farther into my mouth, obviously enjoying my actions.

It isn't long before my mouth has saturated the fabric overlaying each erect
projection. He shivers as the cool night air of the tropics caresses the wet
points of flesh, exciting him more.

"Oh, baby, you are making me so hot!" he moans.

His hands reach for his belt, but I stop him, indicating that that is my
territory. "I will open my present when I am good and ready," I warn him.
His hands drop back to his sides as he lustfully giggles.

"You know, you're becoming so bossy in our bedroom. Starting to treat me
like your bitch. I like it!" he smiles.

I sit him down on the bed. I look deeply into his eyes. "I love you so
 much," I say to him. Then I place my hand behind his head and draw his lips
to mine. His lips taste so sweet, almost like almond flavored caramel.

Rich moans into my mouth as our tongues begin a playful teasing.

My hands artfully play over the contours of his arms and shoulders.

I move my tongue from his mouth, and begin to suckle on his chin, that
beautifully cleft chin, that protrudes so proudly for me.

I lick and tease my way down to his neck, where I begin to mark my property
by putting the beginning of a hickey there.

My lapping tongue finds its way to that hot spot I know below his right
earlobe. More groans of pleasure escape Rich's parted lips.

I ease him onto his back. "Have I told you lately just how beautiful you
are?" I ask him.

I trail a finger down his corded arm, through the abundant blonde hair
blanketing them.

"Baby, can I make love to you in my own special way tonight?" I ask.

"Husband, you can do to me whatever you wish. Just love me—please!" he
pants.

I love the way this shirt is fitting his broad, muscular chest, and with my
index finger, I begin to trace the contours.

I allow it to follow the hills and valleys that define his chest. The flesh
is so firm under my finger, and I shudder from the feel.

His nipples are still standing firm against the flimsy fabric, begging for
attention. I circle the outline of the areole and feel it contract, pushing
out that point of flesh. I tease it, causing a frothing of pre-orgasmic
cries to come from Rich's lips.

I apply the same attention to detail to his other nipple, getting the same
reaction.

"I see you like it when I play with your nipples," I taunt.

"Stan! I don't think I can take much more . . . Oh God! You've got me so
hot!"

I trail my finger down the center of his body, pausing briefly to nudge the
navel. I can feel the ridges of his abdomen roll as I crest and descend the
muscles there hidden beneath. His stomach is rising and falling from his
explosive breaths.

My hand finds the clasp of his belt, and I undo the buckle, opening his
pants. I grab the zipper pull between my fingers, and slowly lower it. I can
feel the pulsating heat of his crotch scorching my fingers as a sudden burst
erupts from his heated midsection.

I coax him to lift his ass as I slide the pants off his body. He is lying
there now in  just his black boxers and a black silk tee.

The contrast between them and the tone of his skin and the golden colored
hair sets me on fire, and I can feel the moisture soaking my boxers.

I lightly run my fingers over the very obvious pulsating tube. His hard dick
has lifted the fabric of the shorts away from his body, and I can't wait to
free his love stick.

"Please, baby, take me," he begs.

I grasp the edges of his tee and begin to ease it off his body, pushing him
back prone on the bed once he's free. His skin is so hot to the touch.

"Yes, get me naked," Rich gasps, as he feels the cool satin sheets beneath
his back.

I next hook my fingers in the waistband of his shorts, and pull them from
his body. His dick slaps into the fur of his stomach with a mighty slap,
thick and swollen. Rich reaches for it, but I gently force his hand away.
"That's my toy," I tell him. He seems to get the hint, and backs off—for
now.

"Okay," he says unsteadily. "But hurry, baby. Hurry!" he urges.

My fingers flow up from his right ankle to his inner thigh, through the wiry
forest there. Rich shudders from the butterfly touches as his cock suddenly
lurches up straight, and a shot of pre-cum jettisons from its head. I can
tell he wants to grab it so badly, but he grips the sheets instead, his
knuckles turning white from the effort.

I move my fingers farther up, just barely causing a whisper of movement from
the hair on his balls.

Rich instinctively opens his legs wider, exposing his most private area to
me. And I bury my face there. With the gentlest of touches, begin to play
with the hair of his perineum with my tongue, lapping at the soft, tasty
flesh there.

"I can't take much more of this," Rich says. "I'm going to cum."

"Yeah, cum for me, baby. I want to see you shoot," I say, stroking his dick
from base to tip. My thumb grazes across the sensitive head, and Rich arches
his hips.

His asshole is twitching and pouting as his passions rise. "Here it comes,"
he shouts.

I quickly moisten a finger, and slide it into his ass. He screams my name as
his creamy baby juice erupts from his swollen cock, arching three feet above
his chest, to fall back onto him with a splat and puddle in the hair there.
I count three, four, five spurts of that delicious nectar leaving him,
eventually flowing over my pumping fist.

I wrap my lips around the still sensitive head, cleaning all the spooge that
's lying in little puddles on his body.

His head is thrashing back and forth, gradually decreasing in velocity as he
begins to regain his faculties.

"That—was—awesome!" he manages after a few moments. I again seek out his
lips, expressing through kiss my love for him, and offering him a taste of
himself.

His hand seeks out my hardness. "You're soaked," he exclaims.

"Don't worry, I have plans for that," I respond, looking deeply into his
eyes.

"Stan, will you make love to me?" he whispers. "Now?"

I raise his legs over my head, and dive tongue first into his hot, moist
cavern, tenderly teasing the folds of flesh, preparing him for my entrance.

Reaching over to the bedside table, I retrieve a tube of K-Y that is in the
drawer. Coating my fingers, I slip one inside, soon adding a second, and he
really opens up for me.

I quickly strip and slather some more lube on my already wet cock, placing
the head at the entrance to his love tunnel.

Pushing slightly, I am enveloped by his heat as he locks his ankles around
my neck. We soon develop a rhythm. My face and lips caress his hairy legs as
my hands massage his muscular legs.

"All that running we do has given you wonderful legs," I say, feeling his
taut muscular thighs and hard ass as my hips slam my dick deep into his boy
pussy.

Rich's fist is violently stroking his hard cock, and he's humming? "Oh, that
feels so good baby. Harder! Harder! Give me that big dick! Oh! Oh! That's
it! That's it!" he pants.

His dick is once again a fat tower of flesh, and I grasp it in my hand,
pushing his hand away, stroking him in synch with my thrusts.

Both of us are singing a duet of sounds as our passions for each other
continue to rise. Anyone passing our cabin door, I'm sure, at the moment,
can hear the obvious sounds of our pleasure inside the room.

"Yes, baby, fuck me. Fuck the cum out of me."

"Oh, yeah, Rich, baby. I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah, baby! Fill me with your load," Rich encourages.

My dick begins to swell in his ass as his begins to swell in my hand as we
both reach the point of no return.

With a cry of pure bliss, I begin to pump my love deep into my husband as
his creamy brew once again erupts, and coats my hand. His thighs lock around
me tighter, pulling me deeper into his love hole.

Rich grabs my shoulders, pulling me close as our lips meet. I can feel his
legs begin to relax as I slip from his grasp.

Sticky, sweaty, and reeking with cum, we lay there trying to catch our
breath.

"You need a shower," Rich says after a while, "you smell like cum."

"I'm not the only one," I reply. "Come on, lover, let's shower."

We gingerly bathe each other, rubbing our soapy hands all over each other.

After drying, we climb into bed, pulling just the silken sheets over us as
we cuddle, and drift off to sleep.

"I love you," I say to Rich as Mr. Sandman arrives.

"I love you, too. Thanks for a wonderful honeymoon beginning. Tomorrow, you
have to get me pregnant. We promised Carter..."

With a chuckle, we fall asleep.