Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2016 18:08:59 +0000 From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com> Subject: My Summer Vacation, Chapter 5 - end My Summer Vacation, Chapter 5 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Waking up on Saturday morning with Vernon in my bed was a dream come true. I had to pinch myself to be sure that I, in fact, wasn't dreaming. The heat radiating from his body dispelled any notion that this wasn't real. Now my only fear was that he might have a twinge of remorse about last night, despite how he had reacted. That notion rapidly evaporated the minute he opened his eyes and grinned at me. "University professors are supposed to be old and stodgy, well, at least somewhat dull, but you are one HOT stud!" Vern teased. "I'm gonna have to stay in training just to keep up with your sexual appetite." "Babe, you make me feel like a teenager. I think I've been perpetually horny since I felt your body for broken bones. If I acted like a stud, it's because you bring that out in me. But please believe me; I'm not usually like that except in my imagination. I can write intense love scenes, but I'm not used to living in them. I don't expect to have sex all the time. I'm not after you for only your body. I love the `you' that I've come to know in the past month." "Did I just hear the `L' word slip out of your mouth?" "You heard it, and it wasn't a slip." "What you said last night about wanting more than hot quickies with someone like Brock really hit home. I'm ready for something more stable too. I feel so comfortable with you. I care for you like you care for me." "Cool! I love it that we're on the same wavelength. I want this to work." "I'll call Fred and tell him not to hold the apartment - right after I made a big breakfast for my man," Vern smiled. "On second thought, I'd better call first so he doesn't miss an opportunity to rent it while waiting on me." There were two more things in that conversation which made me happy. He had referred to me as his man, and he had displayed respect for other people's welfare in not holding Fred up. --------- Our usual grocery shopping time was Saturday afternoon, but this week, we went in the morning and took along the cooler for things that need refrigeration so that we could have lunch when we were finished. Vern said we needed to have the shrimp special at Lodge Café as part of our celebration of becoming a couple. He was also going to make a medium rare roast beef for dinner along with Yorkshire pudding, a big salad, and a bottle of red wine. He was going all out. "Man, you're treating me like royalty today!" I beamed. "That's my aim, Sir Gabriel! You are my knight in shining armor and that's the reason for the beef and Yorkshire pudding like they might have had in Camelot. I'm saving the chitlings for a later celebration, in case we get married someday." "You're such a bad boy!" I laughed. "I hope you'll say that when you find out what else I have in mind," he replied enigmatically. Other than when he was preparing dinner, Vern spent the day naked with me on the deck, in the hot tub, or in the back yard which was well screened by vegetation. It was like our own Garden of Eden without the serpent. A lot of the time it looked like there were a couple of anacondas present, but that was because he had made a rule that we couldn't get ourselves or each other off until well after dinner. The prospect of what might happen then kept us erect a lot of the time. Our restrictions didn't include kissing or hugging. In fact, we had a hard time refraining from bodily contact. ---------- Dinner was superb. The roast was medium rare, and the dripping tasted just right over the Yorkshire pudding. He had originally planned to serve asparagus, but settled on green beans and a salad made of a variety of fresh chopped vegetables tossed with a light dressing made from olive oil and balsamic vinegar. The Merlot he had chosen to complement the meal was perfect too. When I asked about the change in the menu, he blushed, saying he'd read on the `net that asparagus can make cum taste bitter. Hearing that, heightened my anticipation for what he might be planning for later. Since he had done all of the food preparation, I insisted on cleaning up. There wasn't really a lot to do because he'd washed extra pots and utensils as he cooked. Vern refilled our glasses with the rest of the wine and led me out to the deck. We sat together on the wicker settee, which was small enough to keep our bodies in close proximity. Fortunately, it had thick cushions so our skin didn't come in contact with the reeds. I turned toward him, wanting to get lost in the depths of his beautiful eyes. "Baby, that's the finest meal anyone has ever prepared for me. I feel loved!" "You are loved. I wanted to show you in action how much I care for you, without lust clouding it. It's easier to say, `I love you' in the heat of orgasm than in the heat of the kitchen, if you know what I mean." "Yeah, I do. I was hot for you the minute I got a good look at you, and I have been falling in love with you gradually, but steadily, ever since." We set our glasses down in order to kiss. Those kisses were full of love and desire. We continued our making out in the whirlpool, and then we headed toward the large shower connected to the bedroom we now shared. "Whoa, what is this?" Vern asked as I lit the votive candles I'd placed around the bedroom. "I wasn't entirely idle today. While you were making the salad, I changed the sheets and decorated our room a bit." "But when did you get the candles; surely your Uncle Walt didn't provide them." "I had purchased them in town last week, hoping that I'd have a use for them before the summer ended. Then, I felt foolish after you talked about moving into an apartment." "Oh Baby, I'm sorry I even thought of moving out." "No, that was a good thing. It gave me the balls to take action – to get off my dead ass and show you how I really felt." We showered together, being careful not to overstimulate certain parts of our anatomy. After drying off, we walked hand in hand to the bed where we continued kissing. After he spread out two big towels, we climbed into bed. I wasn't sure where he planned to take me, but I was about ready to go wherever he led. Vern held back, allowing me to take the lead. I hoped that I wasn't moving in a direction that would make him uncomfortable, but after his comment about asparagus affecting the essence of ejaculate, I figured I was safe taking an oral course. Kissing my way down his treasure trail, I at last got my first taste of his awesome cock. It was slippery with precum that immediately became my favorite flavor. I held it in my hand and licked it like a lollipop. My efforts were rewarded by his moaning and by the production of more sticky nectar. "Please turn around so I can do the same for you," he said. I did, and was soon joining him in a duet of horny harmonizing. He suddenly backed off and asked me to stop before he lost control. I did, barely in time. He squeezed his tool between his thumb and forefinger to stave off his impending climax. "I want to try something else before we blow," Vern said as he hurried off to the kitchen. He came back with a can of Reddi Wip, shaking it on the way. "I'm ready for my dessert; please open up your mouth and keep it open," he grinned as he squirted a dollop on my tongue. Then he proceeded to lick it sensuously. After a couple of minutes, he offered me the can and I did the same to him. The feeling of our tongues dancing together in the sweet, creamy topping was awesome. I decided to take it one step further. I pulled his foreskin all the way back and sprayed a big gooey glob on the head of his dick. Then I smeared it all around with my tongue. "Baby, I gotta have some of that too!" Vern cried as he applied an equal amount to my throbbing tool. >From then on, there was no holding back. We licked, sucked, and kissed until be both began to quiver. As a result, we plunged over the edge at almost precisely the same moment. I lost count of the volleys I pumped out and the shots he pumped in. When the spasms slowed down, we swung around and tongue-wrestled again, only with jizz as a lubricant instead of whipped topping. "I got so excited earlier that I nearly forgot dessert!" Vern exclaimed. "That was the surprise I promised you this morning." "I'm glad you remembered. It was a fitting dessert for a wonderful meal, and a great finish to a magnificent day." We took another quick shower to rid our bodies of the stickiness of sweat and fluids. Then, removing the towels he'd used to keep the sheets clean, we climbed into bed to cuddle. The afterglow was comforting and loving. I felt almost closer to him in those moments than I did when we shared our mutual orgasm. I could get used to this! ---------- The room was chilly in the morning because I'd left the window open to air it out after our awesome sexual encounter. Despite that, I felt warm and toasty in my comfy bed with only a sheet over me. It didn't take me long to discover the source of my contentment. Vernon was lying partially on his side against me with his right leg over mine trapping mine between both of his. In that position, his leg was nestled against and my dick and his dick was pressed against my leg. What a sensuous way to greet the day!!! By stretching a bit, I was able to place my hand on his butt, with my middle finger burrowed in the cleft between his cheeks. Evidently, he was now awake and enjoying the sensation because he spread his legs to allow me greater access. I gently stimulated his rosebud. "That's so nice!" he moaned, as his appendage began to swell with blood. "Nobody's ever touched me there!" "So, you've wiped your own tight butt since the day you were born?" "Stop being silly; you know what I mean," he giggled. "Seriously, you've never had that part of your anatomy played with?" "Nope, other than what you've done brushing across it." "Then you've never been rimmed either, I suppose." "Nope, I always thought it sounded kinda gross." "Hmm... We'll have to remedy that one of these days. I promise I won't make you eat anything that you find gross, but I'D like to lick YOU there when you're squeaky clean." "There's no time to try it now or we won't make it to church," Vern insisted, giving me a quick peck on the cheek before slipping out of bed. "Oh, do we have to go today?" "Yup, I made a promise." "I don't remember anything like that." "That's because I made it to God, not you. I said I'd be there this morning if my knight in shining armor told me he loved me." "When was this?" "Friday when I found out about the apartment opening up. I figured it could be a `watershed moment' for us, or something like that. It would let me know if you were only tolerating my presence or if you really cared about me like I cared about you." "Okay, you've convinced me. I need to thank God too!" ---------- Our lives fell back into a consistent rhythm, but now with benefits. When I say that, I don't mean to imply that we had sex every day or that we fell into a rut. We constantly shared bits of our lives and, in doing so, bonded more and more. During the weekdays, I continued working on my novel. Its plot and characters were fictional, but in some ways they reflected my relationship with Vernon. If it was going to sound realistic, it needed to be based in reality. But I reversed the ethnicity of the protagonists to make it sound less stereotypical. The student became Caucasian and the professor was African-American. After I had completed 10 chapters, I asked Vern if he would read it and give me an honest critique. He did. I was pleased that he didn't just salve my ego by telling me it was wonderful, but actually gave good input. "You need to say that your black character was on the down-ow. That will let your readers know how he really felt inside when he jacked-off with the stranger in the shower. Evidently the stranger was for sure." "I'm not sure what that means. If my book gets published, will the readers have a clue?" "If they're as white as you are, they may have to go to Urban Dictionary dot com and look it up. It's a term some of us use to describe the activities of a black guy who acts straight and maybe has a wife or girlfriend that he's banging, but also gets some on the side with other guys. We say he's `on the down-low' and that sorta implies that his female partner doesn't have a clue about it." "Does that mean he's secretly bisexual?" "Maybe, or maybe he's gay and just can't accept it." "Does that apply to anyone I know, or shouldn't I ask?" "It doesn't apply to yours truly, at least not anymore. I had a girlfriend in high school who was giving me some occasionally, but I still had to get off with a guy to feel complete. I needed cock, and I really hated myself for it!" "I had a `beard' my senior year in high school too. We only actually did it once - after prom when we were a little buzzed and with a group in a motel room who were doing it too. At least I was in control enough to use a rubber." "I can empathize. I always wore a rubber because I knew I couldn't afford to get tied down if I was gonna get an education and get away from where I lived," Vern said. "The girl I was telling you about got pregnant and our parents tried to force us to get married, but I got a DNA test and proved I wasn't the daddy. That happened early in my senior year, and the fallout meant that I didn't have to date girls to cover my orientation because my friends assumed I was a busy fucker. My father was convinced I was a stud too, even if the kid wasn't mine." ---------- Sharing the truth about our adolescent exploits didn't in any way diminish our respect for one another. On the contrary, every new detail reinforced the fact that we were very much alike. And sometimes those particulars made us horny and we ended up sharing our bodies as well. Our summer wasn't completely devoted to work and sex. Some weekends we went biking on the trails. Others, we drove to scenic places to camp and take in the beauty of the West. Occasionally, that included a trip to Yellowstone, Vern hadn't been there, and I never tired of showing him the sights. While there, I might spend several hours sketching with pastels while he photographed things that interested him. His phone couldn't record with the quality he wanted, so I lent him my camera so he wouldn't have to spend money on one of his own. We would sometimes take photos of each other, or use the timer to be in the picture together in front of the beautiful scenery. Often, we'd wear a skimpy pair of trunks under our shorts so we could drop them to get more skin into the picture without having to change. When no one else was around, we'd take peek-a-boo shots or maybe nude ones that made us both horny! I sent a few of the PG photos to Uncle Walt so that he would get to know my "companion." I wasn't quite ready to tell him that I had met a lover, thanks to his generosity. I wasn't at all sure how he would react, and I didn't want to lose the use of the cabin which benefited Vernon as well as me. The message I received back from Uncle Walt commented on what a great looking friend I had. I wasn't sure how to interpret his use of "friend," but I was pleased that he didn't say anything disapproving. At least he didn't seem to be a racist. That was a good sign. ---------- Using a combination of photos that I'd taken of Vern, and having him pose nude for me on the deck, I created what I fest was my masterpiece. I positioned him in a way that would hide his magnificent dick in case I wanted to exhibit it publically. I thought it might be good enough to enter into a show and I didn't want to embarrass him or have it censored if I did. I made another painting that I felt was almost as good, and that was from a photograph of the two of us together in the hot tub. It showed us with our arms around each other's shoulders. Our pecs and abs glistened from the moisture, but we were submerged enough that our genitals were blurred by the roiling water. It was suggestive and sensual, but PG enough for exhibiting. I was thrilled that I had pursued my artistic bent as well as my writing abilities this summer. ---------- All too soon, summer began to wind down. I could have left anytime I wanted to, of course, but I stayed until Vern's internship ended. Since I was taking him home to live with me, there was no reason for him to spend money on a different form of transportation. We packed the SUV, closed up the cabin, and turned in the key at the last possible minute. We left Red Lodge with mixed emotions. Certainly, we wanted to get back to the university and start a new year, but we were very sorry to have our summer end. On the day before we left, we'd said goodbye to the people we'd become close to during our time in the area. They had all wished us a safe trip and hoped we'd be back again the following year. When we talked to Fred, his son Brock was in the office. He followed us outside where he offered to give us a "couples" massage when we were in the area again. We assumed he had figured us out, and that was okay with us, though we didn't confirm his suspicions one way or other. For our trip back, I decided to take a different route so that we could see the Black Hills and Bad Lands of South Dakota instead of going through Yellowstone again. Vern was very pleased with my decision. ---------- "You're welcome to live in the guest room, or you can continue to share my bed," I said as we brought the last of his things into my apartment. "What is your desire?" he asked. "You know that I'd love to wake up in your arms every morning from now to eternity, but I don't want you to feel obligated." "Sharing your bed and your bod is never an obligation." "Damn! I love you so much!" "Care to show me? "With pleasure," I grinned as I got onto my knees and unzipped his shorts. He returned the favor, and soon we were in my big bed getting ready to enjoy our favorite bedtime snack. ---------- In the afterglow, I reflected on how my life had been transformed because of my summer break. I had left town as a single, lonely man, and returned in the company of a lover I could envision spending the rest of my life with. I'll bet no one's summer vacation was more fascinating or fulfilling than mine. Hmm... I wonder if I should assign my advanced writing section to compose an essay on the topic. It might be enlightening for them as well as for me. I know that my tale would top all of theirs, even though I'd have to expunge some of the details before I let them read it. -----------------------------------End----------------------------------- Author's notes: Thanks to all of you who wrote to me this past week - Ott H, Simon N, Wayne, Bill T, Chandra B, John L, Vern, Jim W, Walt S, Jim L, Tom A, Zero, Charles G, Shawn W, Dick M, Geoff S, Dwight, Paul F, Jeremy R, Mendy D, Dick W, Paul R, Barry J, and Bill K. Feel free to correspond even when I'm not posting! Several of you have asked about the title and location of my next tale. It will likely show up in the same category, that of beginning friendships. The working title is "Chance Encounter" and I suspect I will keep that. Thanks to my editors, Tom and David for making this a better piece. Thanks to Nifty for posting it. Don't forget to contribute if you can. Thanks to all of you who read and respond. I appreciate your encouragement. If you wish to be added to my "alert" list for upcoming stories and chapters, I will be happy to do so. I will take a little time off before posting the new series. In the meantime, there are lots of other authors out there. Here are the sites of a couple of authors I'm currently reading: http://www.awesomedude.com/gee_whillickers/index.htm http://www.themustardjar.com/ Later, David