Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2000 09:03:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Orrin Rush <orrinrush@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Lifeguard 30
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. If you are
offended by graphic descriptions of homosexual acts, go
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Copyright c 2000 by Orrin C. Rush. All rights reserved.
Neither this story nor any parts of it may be distributed
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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance of the characters
to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence and not
intended. They are all products of the author's imagination.
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THE LIFEGUARD
Chapter 30
We had a week until Christmas and preparations were going
ahead full steam. Our Open-House party would be on the
Friday night before Christmas, and it looked like the crowd
would be much larger than last year. Just about everybody
who'd RSVP'd had accepted, and a lot more invitations had
gone out.
Decorations were going up everywhere, handled mostly by the
kids, and I include Eric in that group. Kevin was around,
helping as usual, but it seemed like he avoided me as much as
possible.
Of course, I knew what was bothering him, and the strained
atmosphere between us made me uncomfortable. I decided to
bring the issue to a head, asking him to join me in the den.
"I think there's something we need to discuss," I told him.
"I know," he answered. "I feel so shitty about what's
happened."
"It's not something that you have any control over."
"I know that, too, but it doesn't make me feel any better.
Dad's the problem. I guess it's the way he was brought up,
and he won't listen to reason."
"Some people accept us, some don't," I said. "Those that
don't have the choice of not associating with us. I accept
that. It's their loss, but that's my opinion."
"It still doesn't reflect very well on me."
"Let's get one thing straight," I told him seriously. "What
your parents do or don't do doesn't change the way I feel
about you. That's them, you're you, and I recognize the
difference."
"I really hoped you'd feel that way."
"Forget about it, it's Christmas, let's get in the spirit."
"You're a really neat guy, Mr. R."
- - - - -
True to his promise, Eric spent a couple of days at his
office. His attitude, when he got home, was definitely
improved. I understood. He needed his "space" and working
separately would provide that.
He told me about his accomplishments, eight interviews
scheduled with prospective candidates for the job of COO at
LR, as he now referred to Lundborg Rush. We would make the
final decision together, but he was doing all the preliminary
legwork.
The more I thought about Eric going out on his own, the
better I liked the idea. Eric had the title of President of
LR, but so far, it was just that, a title. He hadn't had
time to get really involved, and I'd wondered about the depth
of his interest in actually learning the business. It was a
new Company, producing something I wasn't that familiar with,
and I hadn't had a chance to become as knowledgable as I
wanted to either.
The idea of him getting deeply involved began to grow. It was
an excellent opportunity for him to learn, from the shop
floor up, if he'd actually do that. The company, itself, was
a moneymaker, or soon would be, regardless of who ran it.
I'd felt that from the beginning. But, run very well, it
could be a shining star, and I had no doubt whatsoever that
Eric could accomplish that, if that was what he wanted to do.
In reality, he'd be holding down three jobs - Micron,
Lundborg Rush, and being my advisor. Would that be too
much? Actually Micron would take very little of his time, at
least for the next year, and he and I discussed Metalco
anyway.
It might work. No suggestions from me, no pushing, no
prodding, even subtly. It was entirely up to him, and he
seemed so eager...
- - - - -
It's a good thing our house was big. The place was filled,
inside and out. Comfortably, not overcrowded, but not much
space to spare.
This year's Open House was a lot more fun for me than last
year. I knew most everybody now, and felt more a part of
everything. It was a mixed group - older, younger, gay,
straight, and everybody seemed to be mixing well, having a
good time.
It was impossible not to notice how many handsome young men
there were in the group. The handsomest, of course, was the
big blonde who was at my side.
In the beginning, briefly, I had thought of him as a "trophy"
boyfriend, and even now that there was so much more between
us, I still marveled at his beauty and the personal
satisfaction I got from just knowing that he was mine, all
mine. The looks that passed between us had to make it
obvious to others that we were more in love than ever.
Some of our friends noticed and teased us about it. "Are you
guys STILL on your honeymoon?" one of the lifeguards had
asked.
Joel and Aaron joined us. I was a bit surprised. Joel
supposedly hadn't collected any phone numbers at the pool
party, so I wondered how the two of them had hooked up.
Reading my mind as usual, Eric explained. "Aaron got Joel's
phone number from me. The rest's history, I guess."
"Congratulations, guys," I said, meaning it. Another
lifeguard and businessman combination.
"I quit the beach," Aaron said. "I live in Tucson now, and
I'm starting college again in January. Eric's my role
model. I want to be just like him when I grow up," he teased.
"A good one, too," I said, putting my arm around Eric.
The four of us migrated outside. A huge dance floor had been
built on the lawn, and it was full. The music was loud, as
usual, and the rhythm throbbed. Eric looked at me
questioningly. I shook my head. I don't dance to that
music, don't even know how. He understood, grabbing Aaron
instead.
"I'm too old for that stuff," I told Joel.
"I doubt that," Joel chuckled. "By the way, I can't ever
thank you enough for dragging me to that party a few months
ago. I'm happier than I've ever been in my life."
"Just don't forget about spitting out Monitors," I kidded him.
"I won't," he said turning serious. "It just seems easier
now that I have somebody to come home to."
"I know exactly what you mean. Eric energizes me too."
"If sales keep going up," he said, returning to business,
"I'm going to have to consider some major expansion. I can't
keep up with the CRT's and the flat screens are starting to
sell, too."
"If you need any help..."
"The shot in the arm you gave me earlier was enough," he
said. "The banks are pounding on my door now. I do
appreciate the offer, though."
By midnight, the older crowd had thinned out and by one
thirty, it was down to Annie, Tina and their young friends.
"Had enough?" Eric asked.
"I'm ready," I told him.
"What's up? besides your gorgeous dick?" I asked as I slid
under the covers next to him.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You. Tonight. You never got more than three feet from me
all evening. How come?"
"Just being a little possessive, I guess."
I rolled on my side to face him. "You don't have a
'possessive' bone in your body. Who're you trying to kid?
Now, tell me what's really going on."
"OK! Security just wanted us to stay close together so they
could keep a better eye on us."
"Another threat?" I asked
He just nodded his head. "They take them all seriously."
"When will those people ever give up and get the hell out of
our lives?"
"Soon, I hope."
- - - - -
A long time before Christmas, Eric and I had agreed not to
buy each other elaborate Christmas gifts. We didn't need
anything, and anything that we saw and wanted, we bought.
Instead, we wanted to concentrate our shopping efforts on
others.
Tina was top on my list. She had some catching up to do.
Annie was as bad as Eric and me.
After all the help they'd given us, I wanted to get something
special for Eric's Mom and Dad. I asked him to try to think
of something that they'd mentioned that they'd like to have
but wouldn't buy for themselves.
Even though she'd probably never wear it in sunny Southern
California, Eric said his mother had mentioned many times
that she'd love to have a "fur" coat. That was easy. His
dad, an avid golfer could use a new set of clubs. We got
Ingrid a sable and Karl a set of Callaway clubs and a cart to
go with them.
Christmas Eve, Eric and I went to his parents' house. Karl
and Ingrid were about the most comfortable people to be
around that I'd ever known. They treated us like son and
"son-in-law", and kidded me about that.
Finally, we spilled the whole story about our little
"adventure" up at the Lake. We did, however, leave out the
part about the ongoing threats and the 24 hour protection we
were still under. No point in alarming them.
On Christmas Day, we waited until all the "family" had
assembled to open presents. Annie and Tina's boyfriends were
there, along with Karl and Ingrid. It seemed like everybody
had been on a massive shopping spree. The last gift, Tina's
new car, had been presented, and she and Rich were back from
test driving it when Mary announced that I had a phone call.
It was Bob, our head of Security. "Sorry to interrupt," he
said. "I have something for you that might just 'make' your
Christmas."
"I could use some good news," I told him.
"Working on the tip I passed along, the Virginia Police
arrested Gordon Pike and a bunch of his cohorts this
morning. From what they tell me, they've got airtight cases,
and should be able to put them all away for 'Conspiracy to
commit murder' for a long time. Thought you'd like to know."
"Does that mean this nightmare is over?"
"They've nailed the brains and money behind it, so I think
it's over, but we're not going to relax right away. There
may still be a few nuts floating around."
"Please keep me informed," I said. "Thanks for the news,
Bob, it does make this a helluva lot happier occasion."
The news met with cheers and major sighs of relief. It was
as if a major weight had been lifted off of all of us. We
celebrated!
- - - - -
We hadn't made any plans for New Year's Eve until Eric came
up with something out of the blue.
"Let's do something different," he suggested. "How about
Times Square at midnight and watch the ball drop. Afterall,
this is the REAL Milennium, if you're a purist."
It sounded like fun to me.
"Let's go a day or two early, all those After-Christmas
Sales..."
This got me laughing. "I'll even join you," I promised.
"Let's fly commercial, though, let the guys have a holiday at
home."
It was soon arranged. Bob, however, insisted that we have
protection, and suggested Ricky and his partner Alex. They
would fly with us, and Eric insisted that they stay with us
too. Bob wanted to know all our plans so the boys could
bring the right clothes and fit in unobtrusively.
When Eric let Sarah know that we were coming to town, she
asked him if she could join us for the Ball Drop, something
she'd never done. Putty in her hands, Eric enthusiastically
agreed. I did too.
She called me to thank me for allowing her to "horn in", and
when I kidded her about "slumming", she had an answer for
that too.
"When I'm with the two handsomest men in town, not to mention
the richest, I sure don't consider THAT slumming," she
laughed. "None of my other friends would ever even dream of
doing something like that, so this is the first opportunity
I've ever had."
The ride from the airport was jovial. Ricky and Alex seemed
to be shy, or all business, but we did our best to get them
to "loosen up". I think they were awestruck by the
penthouse. Afterall, it was rather spectacular.
They got settled in one of the bedrooms, then asked to talk
to us about the security arrangements. We had them join us
in the Den, and I laid down some groundrules.
I understood. They had a job to do, but there wasn't any
reason why it had to be unpleasant. They could have some
fun, too. Another thing I made clear was that while they
were here with us, there was to be no formality. We were all
together, and it was not a boss- employee relationship.
"Hell, we all almost had sex together a few weeks ago!"
Both of them reddened.
"We're all gay here," I added. "No reason to hide anything.
Get your ass over there and sit with your boyfriend, Ricky!"
He complied with a shy smile, sitting a couple of feet away
from Alex.
"Here's how it's done," Eric said, sliding even closer to me
and putting his arm around me.
All the arrangements were worked out, where we would be going
and when. Then Eric drew them into conversation. They had
both been Navy SEALS, and had met at the training base in San
Diego. The frustration of hiding their relationship had
become too much, so at the first opportunity, they had left
the service.
They'd heard that Metalco was "gay friendly", so had applied
as a team. Bob had hired them, and they'd been with the
Company almost a year, working various assignments, but
always as a team. They loved their work.
"We were really blown away when we heard that you were gay,
Mr. Rush," Alex said. "Then when we saw Eric, WOW!"
"He's kinda cute," I agreed. "Around here it's 'Dave' and
'Eric', no Mr.'s allowed."
Going out for dinner was an interesting experience. The boys
wouldn't sit with us, getting another table so they could
watch the whole room. Walking home, they followed us at a
discreet distance.
Shopping was first on the agenda, so we hit the stores
early. It was more like an "attack" on Fifth Avenue, and I
got caught up in Eric's excitement. We bought all sorts of
stuff, a few things that we could actually use. Eric got the
boys some really scanty underwear and a few other gag gifts.
The Micron boys came over for dinner, prepared by one of Chef
Maurice's boys. It was a light, fun evening, with a minimum
of business discussed.
Sarah had invited us for a late "supper" before we went to
Times Square. We arrived at nine, had a couple of drinks and
a great meal. She was really excited about going. "No damned
boring gala Balls this year," she said. "I'll be the envy of
all my friends!"
Eric and I were dressed casually, and when it was time to go,
Sarah definitely wasn't. At least she didn't have on a mink
coat, but the jeweled brooch on her cloth one looked like
what it was, real diamonds and emeralds. I didn't know how
to tell her that this was a bit inappropriate for Times
Square, but Eric handled everything smoothly.
Putting his arm around her, he gently suggested "Let's not
tempt fate, Dave and I don't want to spend all night fighting
off muggers."
"You mean this old thing?" she asked pointing to the pin.
Eric nodded. "Nobody'd probably believe it's real, but why
take any chances."
"I never thought about that!" she answered, taking it off.
We had to walk a couple of blocks to the subway, and along
the way, Sarah nervously whispered "You were right. Did you
notice the two men following us?"
"Don't worry about them," Eric laughed, "they're with us."
"You have bodyguards now?" she quizzed. "Is there something
I don't know about? What're you guys up to now?"
"It's a long story," I told her.
"You'll tell me all about it when we get home," she ordered.
When we emerged from the subway, the area was wall-to-wall
people. With Sarah leading the way, we jostled our way
through the crowd to a vantage point where we could see the
glittering ball and stopped. It was a friendly mob, at least
for New Yorkers, some even spoke to us. All were excited
just to be there, including us.
I watched as Alex and Ricky took up positions on either side
of us, nodding and winking at them. Although they were alert
to everything going on around them, I could tell that they
had caught the excitement too.
"Where are your men now?" Sarah asked.
"One's on your right elbow, the other is over there," I said
quietly, nodding toward Alex.
"Are they armed?"
"Probably, but they could take out half this crowd with their
bare hands," I explained.
"They're so young!"
"And cute," Eric put in, getting an arched eyebrow from
Sarah, then a laugh.
It was nearing midnight, the noise level was rising. Soon
the countdown began, the noise deafening. Then it was over.
Eric grabbed Sarah and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Happy
New Year," he shouted, then moved to me. No cheek this time,
right on the lips as Sarah looked on approvingly.
The crowd was going wild, and confetti was coming from every
direction. We were packed so tight we couldn't move.
It took quite a while for the pandemonium to die down, and
many revelers obviously planned to make a night of it. We
waited until the crowd started thinning out, then found our
way back to the subway, our boys with us every minute,
discreet but never more than a few feet away.
When we got back to Sarah's, she insisted that Alex and Ricky
come in. "Can't have those boys standing around in the cold."
All seated in her "parlor", she demanded to know what was
going on.
"Did you hear about the truck bomb that went off on the West
Coast around Thanksgiving?" Eric asked. Sarah nodded. "That
bomb was meant for us but luckily didn't go off when it was
supposed to."
Sarah gasped. "What happened?"
Eric started at the beginning, telling her how York Hotels
had been practicing discrimination, particularly against gay
people, and how, after they'd refused to change, we had
thrown them out of the hotels we leased to them, resulting in
the collapse of the whole York chain.
When he paused, Sarah looked at me thoughtfully. "I'm proud
of you."
Eric resumed the story, telling about the failed attempt on
our house and how they'd tried to pin it on Georgia. Next he
told about our move to the Lake House and what had happened
there.
"Dave and I didn't see anything that went on outside, but
maybe one of these guys could tell us what happened," he
said, indicating Alex and Ricky.
They looked at each other, then Ricky started talking, very
quietly. "We were ready for just about anything. All sides
of the house were covered, and we were positioned so we
wouldn't be shooting at each other. They were wearing white,
and I don't think any of us saw them until they started
firing into the house.
"I was closest to the one who shot first and took him out.
Alex took care of the one on the deck and the one on the
other corner. Three of us saw the fourth one at the same
time and all hit him at the same time. That's about all
there was to it."
Sarah visibly shivered. "You killed four people, and you're
so calm about it."
"Nobody likes to take a life, Mrs. Thornton, but that's our
job. We take care of anybody that tries to harm Dave or
Eric. We're getting over what happened and hope it never
comes to that again."
When we got back to the penthouse, I called the boys into the
den with us. I walked up to each and gave them a big hug.
"Thank you," I said. "I've been an ostrich, not really
wanting to hear the grisly details of what happened. You
told the story very eloquently, too. Thank you."
"We'd do it again for you, in a heartbeat," Alex stated very
simply.
- - - - -
I was sitting on the bed pulling off my shoes and socks when
Eric walked in.
"Let me help you," he said, sitting next to me.
He found the buttons on my shirt and began unbuttoning them.
I shifted slightly so he could pull the tails out of my
pants. My t-shirt came over my head and he turned me toward
him for a deep kiss. I reached for the buttons on his shirt,
but he pushed my hand away. "Let me do it."
His lips moved from mine to my neck, my ears, then down my
chest, his tongue taking a few swipes at my nipple. Then
back for another kiss, his tongue penetrating my mouth
exploring and entwining with mine.
Back to my nipples that had hardened in anticipation. The
roughness of his tongue sending jolts of electricity
everywhere in my body, causing me to shiver. "I feel like
devouring you tonight," he said as he moved back for another
kiss. "You taste soooo good."
Another tour with his tongue. Neck, chin, nipples, then down
to my navel. His tongue on my stomach made me giggle, but
the sensations were electrifying. "Getting uncomfortable?"
he chuckled, patting my crotch, then unbuckling my belt and
loweering my zipper. His hand slid into my jockeys and
adjusted me. My dick, standing up now, was a lot less
painful.
He stopped there and began unbuttoning his shirt. The view
of his torso through the tight t-shirt made my dick jerk. I
reached over, cupped his chiseled pecs in my hands and
massaged his hardening nipples through the cloth. My hands
moved to his shoulders and down his powerful arms, then he
moved them away.
"I know we usually don't talk much while we're making love,"
he said softly, "but tonight I feel like telling you what I'm
feeling and thinking."
We kissed again, a little more urgently. It was like
slow-motion and incredibly erotic.
His t-shirt came off and I reached for him again, circling
his nipples with my thumb, then running my hands over his
arms. "Be careful," he said. "I want this to last til
dawn. I know what my arms do to you."
He pushed me away again, rose and sat on his haunches in
front of me. At his bidding, I raised up so he could pull my
pants down and off, then my jockeys. Standing, he pulled off
his remaining clothes, his long, graceful cock snapping up to
slap his stomach.
Sitting again, he pushed me on my back, then we both scooted
onto the bed so that we were both lying on our sides facing
each other but not touching. His hands followed the route
that his tongue had earlier. "Your skin is so soft, but I
can feel the hardness and strength underneath," he
commented. "Can I play with you?"
"Don't ever stop," I groaned.
His hands traced patterns all over my body but carefully
avoided my dick which was bobbing and jerking. "Just
touching you, looking at you and loving you, could get me off
without even touching myself," he said. "I can't get enough
of you, and I don't get many chances to just enjoy what I've
got."
We pulled into another kiss, touching only at the lips.
He reached over and hit a switch that killed the already dim
lighting and another that opened the drapes. Our naked
bodies were bathed in the glow from the city outside.
"You're beautiful," he said softly.
"Maybe in THIS light," I chuckled.
"In ANY light. This is my favorite," he said, tracing the
length of my cock that was standing upright. "It's so
strong, yet so soft, and brings me such pleasure. I love to
just hold it. Having it in my mouth feels so wonderful too,
like it belongs there, and when you put it in me, it becomes
a part of me. It's a damned shame that so many men miss all
this."
I just smiled, flattered, but determined to let him do the
talking, that night, at least. I reached for him, and this
time he moved closer so I could touch him.
"When you touch me like that, I feel the warmth coming down
your arm and through your hand to me. It makes me dizzy.
And when you do those other things that you do so
wonderfully, I feel the love that you're giving to me. I
guess it's because I love you so completely that I get all
these feelings."
Just having him in my hand wasn't enough. I moved closer
until we touched full length, having to let go of that part
of him that I loved so much. I pulled him to me, our dicks
rubbing, our arms around each other, his lips on mine. This
was as close to heaven as I ever expected to be, in the arms
of the man that I loved so deeply.
It became very intense, getting too close, so we pulled
apart. He was by no means through with me.
"Every time we make love, it's different," he said. "We do
basically the same things, but it always feels a little
different. It's never quite the same, something changes, and
it feels even better than before. I never thought it'd be
that way and it'd get boring, but it never does. Is it like
that for you too?"
"Every time I touch you, it's like an adventure. I never
know what to expect, and gave up trying to anticipate a long
time ago."
Smiling, he continued. "I've wondered if it's as good for
you as it is for me."
"I can't be positive," I told him, "because you're you and
I'm me, but I couldn't imagine it being any better."
"It's gone way beyond just orgasms, for me at least. Sure,
the fireworks are wonderful, but there's so much more. I
never thought I was capable of experiencing the emotions that
I do with you."
We had cooled sufficiently that we could start the upward
climb again, something we did over and over. During the
cooling-off periods we talked more. I was able to put into
words the emotions I experienced when with him, how I loved
and, quite frankly, worshipped his body, all of it, including
his incredible dick that he'd felt was too big.
"I love the length," I told him. "It feels so wonderful down
my throat, and at the other end, all I can say is WOW! I'm
just thankful it isn't any thicker."
The sky was starting to lighten when he said "I think it's
time."
He got the lube, and even though I was already ready for him,
prepared me carefully and gently. As he slid in, my eyes
closed to savor the feel of him. The slight friction of his
shaft on my prostate made me gasp as it slid in, then the
same on the withdrawal.
Looking up into his eyes, seeing the love there, and feeling
him imbedded in me brought me to the brink in a hurry. His
stroking of my aching cock in the same rhythm as his strokes
made the pleasure unbearable and I didn't fight it.
It was a gradual liftoff, then I soared, totally oblivious.
When I came to, his lips were on mine and I could feel the
aftershocks racking his body.
It was broad daylight when I woke. It was overcast but the
skyline was distinct. Eric's arm was around my chest and his
morning woodie was poking my back.
"Whatcha thinkin'," he asked.
"About you, how much I love you, and what a fabulous fuck you
are," I laughed.
He laughed too. "Did I ever tell you you're as tight as the
first time? and man, have you ever learned how to use those
muscles!"
That, of course, made me feel good. What felt even better
was his big hand stroking my dick.
"Don't go 'way," he said, giving me a couple of quick
strokes. "I want some of this," then jumped up and ran for
the bathroom.
I waited a couple of minutes then followed him. I needed
relief too. He was having a hard time. His dick was
pointing straight up, and wasn't cooperating. "Here, you go
first," he said, stepping aside.
As hard as I tried, I had the same results. In fact, I think
I got harder.
"I guess we'll have to use the shower," he said, going in
that direction. I followed. Still no luck. Eric turned on
the water. "A little inspiration," he snickered.
Nothing happened, and by now, we were both laughing. "I
think they're trying to tell us something," I suggested.
"Yeah," he shot back, "they want to cum first and go later.
Let's make 'em happy."
We went back to the bedroom and Eric climbed on the bed on
his hands and knees. "Arf Arf," he laughed, then seriously
"I need to feel you in me."
I got the lube, and gave him a few strokes with my fingers.
His pucker was almost begging. I went in slowly, feeling him
relax to allow me entry. When I bottomed out, I reached
around for his dick with my lubed up hand. "No, just hold
me," he said. "I want it hard and fast."
I quickly built up speed, my chest on his back, his muscles
tormenting my nipples. Faster and faster with him shoving
backward to meet every stroke. I raised up slightly so my
dick would rake his prostate and rub on that sensitive button
under the head of my own dick. It became frantic and we were
down to the short strokes in no time. His whimpering let me
know he was close, goading me on. I felt his spasms start
and was a goner myself. It was so intense that when I
surfaced I was totally disoriented, gasping for breath, and
holding onto him with all my strength.
I pulled out and collapsed. So did he, in a huge puddle of
cum. We were both sweaty messes and the bed was a disaster
area.
There were no formalities. We stood on either side of the
toilet and let fly.
- - - - -
The boys were in the den watching one of the Bowl games. We
got coffee and joined them. They looked at us and smiled
knowingly. Eric actually blushed a little.
The three of them got involved in the game. I retreated into
my thoughts. I would never forget what had happened and been
said the night before. Never in my life had I felt so much
love for anyone, and knowing how Eric felt was intoxicating
without benefit of booze.
At halftime, I insisted on everyone having a drink. We
weren't going out all day, so the boys could relax. Dinner
would be delivered later.
They would only accept two beers, but that really loosened
them up. The football game was forgotten and we talked.
"That was sure some night last night!" Alex said. "Actually
seeing the ball drop was really a trip."
"The lovin' wasn't too bad, either," Ricky giggled.
"Sure as hell wasn't!" Eric said, smiling broadly at me.
"You guys too, huh? Start the new year off right!"
Eric nodded vigorously.
"This horny fucker likes to get off four or five times a
night," Alex kidded Ricky, "and a couple of times in the
morning if we have time."
"Ah, the wonders of youth," I said. "I remember those days,
but don't think I was ever that horny."
"You guys ever get into group stuff?" Alex asked.
"Nope, don't need to," Eric answered.
"I can see why. Why would the two sexiest studs I've ever
seen need to look elsewhere?" Alex observed. "Oh well, it
was worth a try."
I smiled at the compliment but changed the subject. "I really
appreciate your telling us what happened up at the lake," I
told them.
"It's our job," Ricky repeated. "The SEALS trained us pretty
well, but it was still kind of hard when I realized that I'd
actually killed someone."
"I took it harder than Ricky," Alex added. "It's a good
thing he was there to help me through it. It didn't hit
until a few days later, then I kinda came unglued. Bob was
great, though. He got us in to see a counselor, together,
real fast."
"We did a lot of rationalizing," Ricky said. "It was them or
us. Those men were out to kill all of us, and it's a lot
better that we got to them first. Hearing the story, last
night, of why they were out to get us, helped a lot. Now we
know just what was involved and why. Personally I feel a lot
better about 'removing' people who have so much hate,
particularly against people like us."
"It's a damned shame that some people can't just live and let
live," I added.
"What you did was pretty ballsy, too, Dave. Not too many
people would have done what you did. You certainly didn't
get the recognition you should have. I didn't know anything
about it until last night," Ricky said.
"I agree," Eric said. "That's the way Dave is, though. He
does a lot of things that nobody knows about. He's
definitely not a Donald Trump who'll do anything to get his
name in the paper."
"How do you like working with Metalco?" I asked them.
"It's a dream job for both of us," Alex said. "We get to do
what we were trained to do, even the technical aspects, and
you're paying for us to go back to College. That Christmas
bonus was really awesome, too."
"That was Dave's way of thanking you for what you did for
us," Eric told them.
"We're going to use them for a BIG down payment on a condo,
together."
I smiled. Here were two smart boys, and I hoped that they'd
make it as a couple for a long long time.
Chef Maurice sent over enough food for 10 people, but the
four of us pretty much destroyed it.
The boys returned to the never ending football games, and
Eric and I sprawled in the living room.
"It's been quite a year," Eric reminisced.
"Some ups and downs, and a lot of unfinished business."
"That too, but I'm thinking about the more basic changes that
have happened."
"For example?" I asked.
"I've learned so much more about YOU. Every time I see
another facet of you, I find myself falling deeper in love.
You've allowed me to build my confidence level to the point
where I'm comfortable standing by your side. That's
something I never thought would happen."
"I'm glad you feel that way."
"I do. You're my lover, my mate, my best friend, and my
mentor. You've never treated me as anything but an equal,
but I learn so much from just watching you."
"You're giving me a big head," I chuckled, snuggling closer.
"The big thing for me this past year has been the realization
of the commitment I've made to you. I never thought I'd be
capable of something like that."
"It's mutual," he assured me. "Does that mean we're
co-dependant?"
"I don't know what that means, but it sounds fine to me," I
chuckled.
"You've had a pretty good year in other areas, too," I
continued. "You got your degree, a rather impressive job,
and you've earned the respect of businessmen from coast to
coast. And, together, we've started a business that's going
to make you a billionaire. Not bad!"
"I don't care about the money. Hell, I've already got more
than I can ever spend. None of the other stuff would have
happened without you."
"Not true! You earned your degree, and definitely earned the
job you have. I didn't have anything to do with that. Your
ideas were recognized, and you deserve the respect you've
gotten for them."
"That may be true, but LR would never have happened if you
weren't around."
"That's true," I agreed, "but without your shoving the deal
our way, it never would have happened either."
"I wonder what this year is going to be like?"
"No more York messes, I hope. I'd like to get the New
Hampshire joke behind us too, and move on to the fun stuff
like Catalina Pacific. I also would like to see us do more
traveling."
"I'm going to concentrate on LR, and the idea of going
anyplace with you is exciting."
"The more I think about this Catalina Pacific thing, the more
I realize it could be the biggest thing we've ever done. I
sure want you in on that."
"I want to be, too. It's going to be tricky, but we can pull
it off. The potential's enormous, as Annie's finding out,
but you're going to have to take on a lot more debt if you
develop it all."
"We'll do it gradually," I said. "Feel our way. Hell, I
don't know a damned thing about the 'Development' business.
We'll have to learn as we go."
"It'll be exciting, no doubt about that!"
"Since this is our last night here, wanna go someplace?"
"Let's take the guys down to the Village," he suggested.
"Let's do it! All we have is work when we get home."
Alex and Ricky were cuddled up on one of the couches. Hands
were quickly withdrawn from crotches when we came in. These
boys were more than horny!
"We're going out," I announced.
"We can't," Ricky answered. "We've been drinking."
"That was hours ago," I argued. "We're just going down to
the Village and check out a few queer bars."
"We'll lose our jobs," Alex moaned.
"We won't say anything if you don't," I assured him.
"But we can't carry weapons after we've had even one drink,"
Ricky said, standing.
"Leave 'em home. You guys could clean out any bar bare
handed, I'm sure," I said, squeezing his arm. Wow, what a
bicep! That was a mistake. I glanced at Eric who was
grinning and starting to laugh.
"Under one condition," Ricky said. "Neither of you guys get
out of our sight, one of us even goes to the restroom with
you."
"That's not protection," Eric said laughing. "You just want
to check us out!"
"I've already checked you out, big boy, and there's nothing I
wouldn't give to have what you're packing," Ricky shot back.
"OK, OK, guys," I said. "Enough of that, let's go."
The doorman got us a cab. "The raunchiest gay bar in the
Village," Eric instructed the driver.
It was raunchy all right. Sitting at the bar next to Eric
with one of our protectors on either side of us, I felt a
hand on my crotch. I looked at Eric. Both his hands were
visible. So were Ricky's on the other side of me. What the
hell?
Eric was watching me, grinning. "Feels pretty good, huh?" he
said, laughing.
"Not bad," I admitted, "but not as good as you do."
"There must be a passageway or something down there."
"Guess so."
"Let 'em warm you up, I'll take care of you later."
"OH MY GOD!" Ricky gasped. "I'm gettin a blowjob!"
"One less for me to give ya," Alex commented, laughing. "I'm
getting one too, and damn is it ever good."
When the hand in my lap started pulling down my zipper, I put
my hand down to stop him, her, it, whatever. I noticed Eric
doing the same thing.
The boys were obviously enjoying it, however. Alex slouched
down on his stool, and Ricky's eyes glazed over. Alex came
first. He was quiet but there was no mistaking what was
happening. Ricky was silent too when he got off, but he sure
did jump around a lot.
"Man, that was fuckin wild!" Ricky said. "He even put it
back and zipped me up. You guys get off?"
Eric and I shook our heads. He shrugged his shoulders.
We finished our drinks and went looking for another bar. The
bartender had given us directions to another that sounded
like one Eric and I had been to with Ron and Jason.
It was, and we headed straight for the back room. Might as
well show the boys the sights.
The place wasn't as crowded as before, but there wasn't a man
there who didn't have somebody else's cock in his hand, mouth
or asshole.
We found a ledge on the wall where we could put our drinks
and watched the fun. It was a voyeurs paradise. Small
cocks, big cocks, huge cocks getting stroked, sucked and
disappearing up butts. Ricky and Alex didn't waste any time
getting into the swing of things. A group of what looked like
teenagers had materialized and were all over them, pulling
their dicks out and swallowing them. Ricky and Alex,
grinning at each other, seemed to be enjoying the attention.
I'd seen Ricky's prodigious meat before, and Alex wasn't a
slouch either. Just as long as Ricky, but not as thick. A
beautiful dick, one I wouldn't mind having fun with
myself...if I didn't already have something better.
A threesome across the room was going at it hot and heavy.
The guy in the middle was getting his ass pounded while
another guy sucked him off.
"Hot huh?" Eric said, rubbing his hand over my hard dick.
"Wanna join in?"
His hand was insistent. I just grinned at him, and he was on
his knees in front of me with my dick out and in his mouth in
seconds.
I looked down at him. He was looking up at me, and if
anybody could grin with their mouth full, Eric was doing it.
He was giving me the long slow treatment. I propped my
elbows on the ledge and enjoyed. Glancing around, I watched
the action. I noticed an incredibly handsome, slender young
guy across the room watching me. An older guy was going up
and down on his beautiful dick that looked as long as Eric's,
if that's possible. He winked at me and the twinkle in his
dark blue eyes was mischevious, almost wicked. He turned
sideways so I could see his cock going in and out of the
other guy's mouth. The poor guy sucking could only take
about half of it.
His shirt was unbuttoned, his pants and shorts around his
ankles, his arms relaxed hanging at his sides. His attitude
suggested passivity but his eyes indicated he was totally in
control.
His eyes held mine, never wavering. I was mesmerized and
couldn't look away even if I wanted to.
I could tell he was getting close, and I watched as he got a
grin on his face, his arms stiffened and his hands clenched
into fists. His hard, tight asscheeks began flexing, his
eyes closed and it was obvious that he was pumping copious
loads into the waiting mouth. He twitched slightly but
otherwise remained perfectly still.
When his eyes reopened, they were already focused on me. He
smiled and nodded, his eyes still twinkling. That did it for
me, and without warning, I sprayed Eric's tonsils again and
again and again. I believe it was the first orgasm I'd ever
experienced with my eyes wide open, focusing on the twinkling
eyes across the room.
Luckily, Eric was holding my hips or I would surely have
collapsed into a heap.
The instant he stood, I was on my knees in front of him,
digging out his cock. My own was still hanging out of my
pants, but that didn't matter. I wanted him in my mouth now!
His dick was dribbling precum which I licked up, then took
him to the bottom. I heard him gasp, but didn't slow down.
I was so fucking hot all I wanted was to feel him in my
mouth. Everything around me ceased to exist. The only thing
I was conscious of was that big hard dick in my mouth. I was
the one getting the most out of this suck.
I held his hips and tried to slow down, make it last, but he
was already too far gone, and blew a series of wads that
almost choked me. I milked him, hoping for a second load,
and wasn't disappointed.
I slowly rose and kissed him while he was still trembling.
"We should do this more often," he giggled. "What's this?"
I'd forgotten about my cock still being out. It was rock
hard in Eric's hand, getting stroked.
"Want some more?" he asked.
I shook my head. "When we get home, I want you to fuck me."
We put the equipment away and got another drink.
Ricky and Alex were still having fun. The twinks were all
over them, sucking their dicks, licking their balls and
rimming them, all at the same time.
We watched Alex blow another load, then he pushed the twinks
away, pulled up his pants and walked over to us. "I'm dead,"
he groaned. "Ricky's only cum six times, so far, so he's
good for another couple."
"What is he, a goddam sex machine?" Eric asked.
"Kind of, I guess, but I love it," he answered, grinning.
Ricky blew another load that just about knocked the guy
sucking him over then put his still-hard dick away. His eyes
were sparkling. "Gotta save some for later," he told us.
Alex groaned.
While we were watching the writhing bodies, I saw the
handsome guy coming our way. He stopped right in front of me
and said "I got off on your eyes," turned on his heel and
left.
Eric looked at me questioningly. I shrugged my shoulders.
I'd explain to him later, maybe.
On the taxi ride home, Eric groped me, and finding me still
hard, grinned from ear to ear.
We went directly to bed. "We could've fucked at the bar," he
said.
"That wouldn't have worked for me. Sucking was hot, but this
is too personal. Besides, no lube."
He was ready and so was I. It was hard and fast like it'd
been that morning, and I loved every minute of it.
Lying there recovering, I had a sudden realization. In my
mind, the dick that had just been fucking me hadn't belonged
to Eric, but to the handsome stud from the bar.
Oh shit!
To be continued.
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