Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2009 17:22:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Peder Pederson <pederdagreat@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE REPORT  Chapter 4

IV.
The Alternatives


	We returned from lunch and repeated the wild passion of two hours
earlier. We slept, arose again, showered and went to dinner. Our desire for
each other knew no bounds. We were only constrained by our need for
sustenance and the brief naps before we were in rut again. Finally, after
the third session, we rolled apart on the bed, cum filled, cum spattered
and fell into a deep slumber, not even bothering to clean our bodies.
	The weak light of dawn was filtering into the room when I awoke
from the most deliciously erotic dream I had had in years. But what I had
felt in sleep was no dream! The delicious sensation continued as I opened
my eyes! I found my hips mechanically, uncontrollably, willfully
thrusting. We were laying spoon fashion--Thad's back against my belly and
my cock buried in his ass. He too was thrusting his hips back in
counterpoint.
	"What are you doing?" I murmured, still half asleep.
	"I'm enjoying our cock again," he replied with a slight snicker.
	"You did this?"
	"Yeah, but only when you poked me with your hard cock!" he sighed,
"Couldn't let an opportunity like that pass unattended!"
	"Hmmm," I replied and continued sliding my cock slowly in and out
of his ass. The feel of his ass-cheeks against me was a powerful
inducement. I wrapped and arm around his waist and grasped his half-hard
cock. I kissed his back lightly. Then I muttered, "You are insatiable!" and
laughed.
	"Look who's talking," he mumbled and pushed his ass backward.
	"You know what?" I queried, pushing my sensitized cock in.
	"What?" he whispered.
	"I'm sure glad you came for lunch!"
	We both snickered and he reached back, grabbed my ass and forced me
in further.
	"David?"
	"What?"
	"I think I'm falling in love with you . . . . "
	"Mmmm," was all I could say at this time. Thad, I think, realized
that.
	"I could do this forever!"
	"Me too," I muttered. I sank my cock leisurely into his tight,
muscled hole. This slow easy fucking while talking was new to me--and I
assume for him too. But it was relaxing in a way! Nothing hurried, just
sleepy, slow and easy love making.
	Some where between the easy, unhurried, undemanding thrusting, and
our quiet mutterings, our minds began to shut down, slowly, without
awareness. We drifted of to sleep again. My cock still imbedded in him.


	I had had intimate experiences before. But, this unhurried, gentle
love making, without need for release, was the most intimate. Somehow our
whole beings were melded. There was no need for galvanic orgasms, only
connection of body and soul. I don't remember having been more comfortable,
ever! Thad's simple confession was not totally a surprise. Nor was it
disturbing. The manner in which it was expressed increased my already
growing feeling for him.


	As the months passed from fall into winter, Thad and I came
together when ever our schedules permitted. Each time he came to my condo
there was a frenzy of passion followed by quiet, and then a second, gentle
love making. For both of us there was never enough time or contacts. A
number of times all we could do is to have a quick lunch or dinner before
he or I had to be off--professional demands.
	The separations were revelatory as they indicated the levels of our
affection, need and relationship.


	"Relationship" was a term which I had used in my writings, but
hadn't realized its implication until my feelings for Thad had developed.


	We both longed for February when the football season would be
over. We had discussed the possibility of taking a holiday together. Going
away somewhere, far away where we could simply enjoy each other, and more
importantly--be together without the constraints that bound
us. Particularly, our mutual concern was Thad's "position." It was not that
we looked upon our relationship as wrong! But, there were realities!
Realities that we recognized, discussed and certain accommodations we
arrived at. February came, finally. The times we had met, that we had been
together since September had seen a change in my feeling for
Thad. Certainly, I possessed and exhibited a monumental burning reaction to
being with him. They call it, "Passion." I guess that was only natural
considering my ardent nature as well as Thad's. But also, those times we
were apart--I longed for him, not just physically, but for his mere
presence.


	The times we had been together were not just in bed. We had talked
long hours, often in the comfort of the bed and holding each other
closely. Still we communicated verbally.
	Whenever possible, and when Thad was on the road with the team he
would phone me and we'd chat long minutes--sometimes over an hour. We
chatted about our longing for each other, our day and frequently about what
can only be categorized as philosophical things. A bond began to form that,
at first was thin, delicate, tenuous, but over the months it became strong,
like sinews. I didn't realize then, but we were growing into soul mates.


	Then one day I had taken the initiative and contacted a travel
agent in search of a suitable retreat and made the necessary
reservations. When Thad arrived at my condo that Sunday night, I saw he was
somewhat fatigued. We embraced, kissed and I said, "Looks like you need a
drink!"
	"Yeah, I do." He flopped down on the sofa.
	As I walked into the kitchen, I said, over my shoulder, "There's an
envelope on the coffee table you might be interested in."
	"Hmm," was his reply.
	I busied myself fixing the drinks--lemonade for him, a Chopin
martini for me--finishing my task and turned to the living room. Thad was
standing in the doorway. His look can only be described as somewhat
quizzical!
	"What's this?" he asked waving the contents of the envelope in the
air.
	"Tickets!" I said with a smile.
	"Yeah, I can see that!" he stated somewhat bewildered. Then he
added, "Mazatlan?"
	Smiling I explained, "First we fly to Mazatlan . . ." I was cut
off!
	". . . And, what in hell is: San José del Cabo?"
	"That's where we are staying," I explained and further spelled out,
"We take a sea plane there."
	"Where?"
	"San José del Cabo . . . it's on the tip of Baja California."
	A smile began to insinuate itself across his otherwise mildly
frowning face.
	"Explain!" he demanded.
	Thad was usually an easy going guy, but I found that there were
times when surprises disconcerted him. It was not that he demanded total
control of the situation, but surprises somehow confounded him and he found
that uncomfortable--like the time I told Coach Sunini and the police that I
had been with Thad that night at the the State Fairground's
Hippodrome. This was another one of those times.
	Handing him his lemonade, I began, "Well, I knew you'd be exhausted
from this last 'away game,' and I wanted to surprise you. . . . We had
decided upon a holiday. . . . Didn't we?"
	"Yeah," he answered after taking a healthy gulp of his drink.
	I continued, "So I took the opportunity to plan a get-away for
us. Found out about San José del Cabo from my travel agent. It sounded
ideal. So, I booked our flight and made the reservations. . . ." I was
becoming a bit disturbed. Had I made the wrong decision?
	Thad's brow knitted, "Do I get a choice?" he asked.
	I was taken back and a little miffed that my surprise had been
misinterpreted. Without thinking, and from the slight, I stated, "Yeah. You
don't have to go!" After uttering that, I wished that I hadn't said it!
	Thad's eyebrows arched, then a broad smile spread across his face,
"And let you go alone? No way!"
	I'd been had!
	"You big shit!" I said returning the grin, realizing I had fallen
into his neat, little trap.
	Thad embraced be tenderly, our drinks sloshed in the glasses as he
whispered in my ear, "What am I going to do with you? Sometimes you
overreact!"


	Now overreacting is not one of my normal habits. I have had to
train myself to be objective. But, with Thad, especially lately, I felt
vulnerable. There were things that I was sure of--my feelings for
example. There were things about Thad that I also knew--I trusted him. But,
in the few months that we had come together, the 'trust' was still a bit
fragile. I do realize that 'trust' grows, that it takes time to develop the
steely strength that can form. But my deep affection--OK, . . . love--for
Thad was so new to me, that I was still vulnerable--in certain areas.


	Without choosing my words, but speaking from the depth of my being,
I answered, "If I overreact, it's because I love you so much."
	Thad stepped back. His eyes were wide in disbelief. "Say that
again," he whispered.
	I had said it! It seemed natural, right at the time. Somehow this
simple statement, this revelation had seemed so absolutely relevant.
	"You mean, 'I love you so much?'"


	Funny, the second time was easy. I had felt this way for weeks, but
couldn't bring myself to verbalize it.
	To say 'I love you' is a phrase that I guard, jealously! It's
statement that has lost its meaning. It is constantly repeated by various
people when, "You make me feel good," or, "I like you," is what they really
mean. To say 'I love you,' in my mind, implies a certain level of
commitment. It should be one of the most important statements made by an
individual and then only to a very, very few!
	I was prepared to make this commitment with Thad. I believed I
loved him.


	There wasn't the galvanic, shock-filled reaction that some might
have expected. But I knew my statement had touched Thad's heart. His eyes
filled with tears and they coursed down his cheeks. Totally unaware or
possibly accepting of this unabashed physical reaction, he quietly replied,
"I love you so much too, David."
	Then he hugged me, tenderly but with firm resolve while I kissed
away his tears.


	That night we undressed and slipped quietly into bed. Reveling in
each other's warmth and the feel of the other's body touching,
melding--warm, moist kisses covering my face as I covered Thad's--hands
coursing over the Thad's muscular but smooth body now indelibly tattooed in
my mind--feeling his hands on mine--thighs intertwined--cock nestling
against cock--we whispered in consort, "I love you," and slipped into deep,
untroubled sleep.
	Somehow that simple confession of how things were unleashed the
frenetic tide that seemed to have consumed us those past months. We were at
ease in the fact that the knowledge was reciprocated and
acknowledged. Funny how such a short statement can change things! It wasn't
the fact that that evening we found no need for frenzied love making to
transmit our feelings. My statement cemented more closely the bond that had
been developing. I was at ease--I was relieved, and so was Thad.


	The next morning I awoke late. I was immediately aware that I was
alone in the bed. Quickly I sat up and looked around. Thad was not to be
seen, but the tantalizing aroma of coffee permeated the bedroom. Quickly, I
brushed my teeth, dashed cold water in my face and padded to the
kitchen. There Thad stood, towel wrapped, pouring boiling water into the
Melita.
	"Hmmm, Smells good," I admitted.
	He turned to me, smiled and arched his eyebrows dramatically,
"Well! Aren't we being a bit forward this morning!" he stated in mock
shock.
	Immediately I realized that I was standing there nude. It's not
that I am prudish or even overly modest. Nudity had never been an issue
with me, and certainly not where Thad was concerned. But, usually we
confined our nudity to the bedroom or when we walked, in tandem, to the
kitchen to get a drink, particularly after a strenuous session of love
making. Generally, I did not walk around my apartment nude when I was
alone.
	"Sorry!" I stated in mock embarrassment and pointedly cupped my
genitals with my hands in a gesture of false modesty.
	"Too late now," came his reply. He walked up to me, wrapped his
arms about me and gave me a warm kiss. "The damage has been done!" he
crooned. With one hand he slipped the knot, the towel fell to the floor and
he stated, "When in Rome . . . "
	"Now who's forward!"
	"I know . . . but that's what you've made me," came the retort.
	"And, do you know what you've done to me?"
	"Moi?" eyes rolling.
	Chuckling, I took his face in my hands . . . "I love you, Thad
Washburn." I kissed him full on the lips, not a passionate kiss, but one
which communicated all that was necessary at the moment.  "I love you too,
David Pierce," came the simply reply as he melded his physique against
mine. We kissed, again, more deeply than before, probing, searching.
	That always set things rolling as far as I was concerned. Guess the
same was true of Thad, as well. Suddenly, I needed . . . No! . . . wanted
Thad more than I had ever before. The closeness, the kiss and what had been
said caused seismic shocks to course through my being. My cock expanded and
tried to insinuate itself upwards against Thad's equally responsive
instrument.
	I slipped to my knees and sucked that burgeoning cock deep into my
mouth.
	"Umh," escaped from his throat. 'Umh' was a sound I had learned to
recognize and love. Coming from Thad as it did, it signified unequivocal
and unconscious acknowledgment of something incredibly pleasant. Some
people moan, or hiss, but with Thad it was: "Umh!"
	Slowly I pulled back, grasped the base of his now rigid cock and
slipped the tip of my tongue under his ample foreskin. My tongue insinuated
itself inside that hood and swirled around the flared head.
	"Umh!"
	Early on, in our relationship, I knew that this action created a
dynamite response in this beautiful man--this strapping man. I could feel
his legs quiver as he fought to maintain his balance. His muscular, solid
thighs shook in lascivious delight.
	Sudden;y, "Damn!" He reached down, cupped my face, drew it off his
throbbing cock and pulled me up to kiss me so deeply that I was left
gasping!
	In those short minutes--those seconds, we had experienced a chain
reaction of cosmic dimension. What had been a quiet night before, tender
and romantic, exploded into pure, demanding, unmitigated lust this
morning. We were both driven over the edge.
	"I love you . . . I want you," hissed from between my clenched
teeth. I pushed Thad back against the counter. Seeing a quarter pound of
soft butter, I scooped half into my hand and slathered most of it over
Thad's unyielding, mahogany pole.
	"Umh! My Gawd!"
	The rest I slathered over my hole, slipping two fingers in to
lessen the shock of what was to come. Grasping his slippery cock, I turned,
positioned his cock-head against my quaking hole and backed onto
. . . Paradise!
	"Gaaaawd!" came his primal reply.
	The initial shock, I must admit, was none too comfortable, but lust
can be a powerful aphrodisiac! I began to pump my ass, feeling that
substantial muscle invade and retreat, invade and retreat deeper and deeper
as I ass-fucked that cock.
	"Ohhhh! Gawd," shot from deep in his being as I lunged--driving his
cock deeper and deeper.
	"Fuck me,Thad!" I demanded.
	Instantly he grasped my hips and began pistoning my ass.  I
clutched the opposite counter to steady myself. My head bobbed from his
assault.
	"Oh, yeah! . . . Oh, yeah! . . . Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed with every
deep penetration.
	"Oh, yeah! . . . Oh, yeah! . . . Oh, yeah!" I responded in
counterpoint. There had been times that I had felt lust in the past. But
this morning . . . I was all consumed, totally dominated by my need! My
whole being was centered on my sensitized hole and that hard, throbbing
cock slamming in and out! His flared cock-head tattooed its erotic message
as it passed back and forth over rectal 'G'-spot. I was mildly aware that I
was spinning out of control in that brilliant fog of superheated sex. I
didn't care! His cock-head popped out and then plunged all the way up my
ass.
	"Oh Gawd," I gasped.
	Thad then pulled all the way out and then popped his cock-head in
and out my sphinctered hole . . . four or five times. . . then lunged all
the way 'til his balls slapped against mine.
	"Fuck me! . . . Fuck me! . . . Fuck me!" was all I wanted and
demanded loudly.
	Thad reciprocated with deep, guttural, animal imitations of his
normal, 'Umh.' But now they were throaty, staccato, "Ahhh! . . . Ahhh!
. . . Ahhh! . . . ," as he drove deep into me. He sank his fingers into the
flesh of my hips as slammed in--deeper and deeper! "Arghhh! . . . Arghhh!
. . . Arghhh!
	"GAAAAWD!" he screamed!
	A blinding flash of light shot across my mind's eye and I literally
exploded! No preamble, no build up, no overture, no presentiments - - -
just a screaming explosion, an atomic release!
	"OH! GAAAAWD!" I screamed as my untouched cock shot its lustral
fluid over the cabinet and floor.
	We collapsed breathless onto the cum pelted floor. Thad still
embedded deep in me. Gasping for breath, struggling back to the realms of
sanity, trying to fathom what had just happened . . . we lay there,
entangled for minutes.
	Slowly Thad began to extricate himself.  Being dragged back to
reality, I moaned.
	"You all right?" he whispered in my ear.
	All I could do was to nod my head and utter, "Mmm."
	His now flaccid cock slipped out of my ass as he gained his
feet. He reached down, grasped my arm and wordlessly brought me to a
standing position.
	"Shower?"
	I nodded and we walked to the shower like mutes.


	Later, after showering and dressing, I padded back into the kitchen
to survey the carnage! I grabbed a rag and in a few minutes things looked
like normal again. I poured both of us a big mug of aromatic coffee, went
to the living room and sat on the sofa.
	A few minutes later Thad came in. He always took longer in the
shower than I did. I would tease him that he was jacking off in the shower
and that so much would cause his cock to fall off. He would snort in
derision that it hadn't happened yet!
	He saw the extra mug on the coffee table and plopped down beside me
and began to thoughtfully sip the steamy, aromatic liquid.
	"What happened?"
	There was no immediate answer! But, our undisguised rutting (there
is no other appropriate term) was something neither of us had experienced
and although we were totally sated, it was mildly disconcerting, especially
for me.


	A month later, the flight to Mazatlan was uneventful although a bit
tedious. I had splurged and purchased Business Class seats. The food was
good, the seats comfortable and the service excellent.
	We arrived in the early afternoon and after passing through
Immigration and Customs. We quickly found the Charter desk and within
minutes we were at the dock where our small seaplane was waiting. Actually,
the flight to San José del Cabo was a lark. The plane flew low and was as
comfortable as a limo although the engine noise was somewhat bothersome. A
SUV awaited us and we were efficiently whisked to the hotel-cum-resort a
bit north of the town.
	The Casa de Maio was a small hotel--maybe thirty, compact
suites--but the location was exceptional and the agent assured me that the
restaurant was quite good. Quickly we were checked in, shown to our suite
by the bellman, who also pointed out the complimentary bar, and then left
alone.
	"Damn, you go first class," Thad expounded as he walked to the
lanai and looked out over the sapphire water. "Glad you're paying for it!"
	"Hah!" I said, "It's registered with your credit card!"
	"Damn!" he laughed.
	Actually, we had talked over this holiday, not the specific
location, and had agreed that the hotel cost would be shared. I got the
plane tickets as the paper had a special deal with the airlines--the
Business Class was my gift. In other things our relationship had been based
on equality across the board. Although Thad's income was far greater than
mine, we never counted pennies. Life is more important than that. Yet,
neither of us ever felt that we were being used in any way by the
other. There was a good, healthy reciprocity between us.
	Again, "Damn!" came from the other room where Thad had wandered.
	"What?" I asked as I walked to the bedroom.
	"Look at that bed!"
	The bed was king-size, placed in the middle of the room, facing its
own secluded lanai with the ocean beyond. The bed was encircled with a
sheer curtain--maybe a mosquito net. It looked like something out of some
romantic novel or 'B' movie!
	"Mmm! Quite a playpen, I'd say. . . ."
	"You would!" Thad snorted.
	"You're not interested?" I jabbed.
	"Just try me out," he quipped.
	We embraced warmly and kissed just as warmly. My hands explored his
muscled back and one slipped down to his firm ass and squeezed.
	"Oh, no, you don't," he stated with a smirk and stepped back.
	"What?"
	"I know what you're after! . . . . All you're interested in is my
body!"
	"Mmmm! You haven't complained before!"
	"Yeah, but it isn't every day that a little boy like me gets to
vacation by the ocean!"
	"Little boy?  . . . .  Hah! Nothing about you is little, my love."
	Thad grinned, flashing that devastating smile. "I like when you say
that."
	"What?" I asked as if I didn't know what he meant.
	"You damn tease!" he shot back, good naturedly, peeling off his
shirt and dropping his pants.
	"Ahhh! And, I thought you weren't interested?"
	"What do you mean?" Now it was his turn. He unzipped his bag and
drew out his black Speedo. "I'm going swimming!" With that he pulled them
over his ample thighs, rearranged his cock and balls and tied the string.
	"Now who's the tease," I asked.
	Thad flashed that smile and stated, "Last one in the water owes the
other!"
	"Hah!"
	I grabbed for his swim suit and tried to drag it to his knees. I
was half successful! He fumbled to pull his Speedo back on while I stripped
and jumped into my own suit! It was a loosing game! Thad opened the lanai
door, vaulted over the railing and raced for the beach. He won . . . by a
mile!
	We spent a couple of hours swimming and walking along the
beach. The combination of the warm sun and the cooling sea breeze was
idyllic. We talked and joked and talked some more. As the sun was dipping
for the horizon, we walked back to our suite, took a leisurely shower,
dressed and went to the restaurant.
	We both ordered a Chopin Martini as we sat on the open
verandah. The icy coolness of the martini was just what we needed. Since
the season was over, Thad didn't have to worry about Coach Sunini's
rules--besides this was too remote for us to be concerned about anything
except our own pleasures. Dinner was served by the most unobtrusive waiter
I had ever encountered--first class! A wonderful Caesar salad, lamb chops
for me and pomfret for Thad, elegant vegetables and a delicious, but light
lemon custard made this first meal at the Casa de Maio memorable. We were
silent through most of the dinner and quietly sipped cappuccino as we gazed
out onto the flaming sunset.
	"Let's go for a walk," Thad suggested.
	"Fine with me."
	We stepped off the verandah, ambled down to the shore and started a
leisurely stroll. Somewhere along the way Thad took my hand--we walked
hand-in-hand. It was so natural. After we had walked a while, I suggested,
"Let's go swimming."
	"Hell, I don't want to go back for my suit," Thad admitted.
	"Well, we can always skinny dip . . . nobody's around . . . kinda
deserted," I observed.
	"OK," was his answer.
	We both quietly stripped, grabbed each other's hand again and
walked into the lapping water.
	The feelings that I had for this man were overwhelming and needed
verbalization. "I love you, Thad Washburn."
	I heard, "Umh," as he turned towards me and wrapped his arms around
me. "I love you, David Pierce."
	There with the ocean lapping 'round our calves, on the beach in San
José del Cabo we kissed. It was a most wonderful kiss. Not erotic, but
transmitting the love that we now freely acknowledged. We held each other
for a few minutes. Then . . .
	"I'm in heaven!"Thad shouted as he flung his arms up skyward and
fell over backwards with a mighty splash. He turned over and began to
stroke evenly away from me, shouting over his shoulder, "Come on you Wooz!
You need some exercise!"
	"Wooz!" I shouted, "Wooz! I'll show you Wooz."
	I dove into the water, porpoised under the waves a couple of times
and came up not too far behind Thad. Thad was a real athlete, but I was not
a bad swimmer in my day. I usually swam at least once a week for at least
an hour doing laps. Within a few hard strokes I reached Thad, grabbed his
ankle and flipped him. The next little while the water was roiling and
cascading in ever more violent array as we dove, grabbed and parried. The
rising moon glinted off droplets that flew through the air and off our wet,
nude bodies as we surfaced only to dive again. The gentle ocean was made
turbid by our play. On land, Thad would have been a quick winner, but the
water was an equalizer as far as I was concerned. Our frenzied activity
slowed down perceptibly. Finally, gasping, we held each other in our last
futile grip of dominance.
	Panting, we glared at each other in a nonviolent way.
	"Damn!" was all Thad said.
	"Thought I was a pushover, huh?"
	"Not any more," he grinned.
	We began a dance.


	Simultaneously our grips lessened and we embraced, shoulder deep in
the low, warm swells off Baja California. The aftermath of our violent
physical exertion was still coursing through our veins. But, now, the
direction was diverted, still physical, but diverted nonetheless. The
warmth of his body pressed against mine, legs intertwined and the rhythmic
swelling of his chest was, I realized suddenly, incredibly erotic. I
reacted, involuntarily. Obviously Thad had the same response as I could
feel his cock swelling against me. We began to move against each other
wanting to feel more and also wanting to give more pleasure to the other.
	Our lips sought each other, locked and our tongues entwined. Hands
coursed over the other's body under the cover the luxurious, primal
ocean. Now erect, our cocks pushed against each other, groans issued from
deep within our throats, hands explored and probed. We broke our kiss,
again gasping, but now for a different reason.
	"I love you," was uttered in unison.
	My hand insinuated itself between our tightly pressed bellies and
sought Thad's cock. I always reveled in the feel of his hard dick and the
way the foreskin smoothly peels back and forth under my grasp.
	"Mmmm," was his response.
	I took a couple of deep breaths, lowered myself under the water and
sucked that wondrous tool lasciviously into my mouth. Slowly, deliberately
I bobbed on and off his cock until my breath gave way.
	Gasping, I broke the surface only to be met by Thad's warm lips and
hot probing tongue. While we kissed, my hands played with his cock and
balls, gently pulling, stretching and tugging. Thad's hands were likewise
occupied.
	I again transferred my attention down to that throbbing, mahogany
muscle after three deep breaths. Some how the feel of that quaking tool in
my mouth surrounded and covered with the warm, salty sea water increased my
excitement . . . and . . . Thad's as well. I couldn't audibly hear his
reactions, but his deep throaty groans vibrated through his whole
being. Sucking his cock deep into my throat, I slipped a finger behind his
balls and rubbed it over his tightly pursed hole. That action transferred
through his hard cock a galvanic shock to me.
	I felt Thad's hands around my arms as he drew me off his pulsating
prick and back to the surface. Without a word he locked his mouth over
mine, his tongue probed deep as his arms encircled my neck. I felt his
weight shift as his thighs spread and encircled my waist, ankles crossed
behind me and locked. His two-hundred-fifteen pounds were buoyed by the
water and offered no impediment for me. Unerringly, he maneuvered his
haunches and my cock-head made contact with his puckered hole.
	"Umh!" I heard and felt as our mouths were one. My hands moved to
his firm, muscled buns and grasped them, partly in support but, also,
partly because I found their feel incredibly sensual. Again "Umh!" and,
"Remember, you owe me!"
	I felt Thad's hips thrust downwards in an attempt to become
impaled! I thrust my hips upwards and my cock-head popped past that tightly
muscled portal.
	"Arghhh!" he gasped from the initial shock of penetration. Our
mouths parted.
	"Easy, my love," I whispered.
	"Oh, Gawd, I love you," came the reply.
	Soon I was buried deep in my love's hot love-tunnel! Slowly I began
to fuck this glorious specimen of a man. Deeper and deeper, faster and
faster I muscled my cock in and out.
	"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" escaped from his lips as he luxuriated in the
sensations I was producing deep within him. Thad let loose of my neck and
lay back in, sculling with his hands to keep his head afloat. He unlocked
his ankles and moved them to my shoulders as I transferred my grip to his
thighs. Without missing a beat, the rhythm of our lovemaking continued,
even intensified in this new position.
	I watched the ripples increase in speed and power as they fanned
out from his head caused by the force of my repeated penetrations. Harder
and harder I entered Thad. Then, with one hand I grabbed his rigid cock
under the water and jacked him in consort with my deep soundings.
	"Oh, Gawd," he gasped.
	I could feel those welcome sensations begin to rise from the root
of my being--presentiments of joy, auras of release. My legs began to
tremble . . . not because of Thad's weight . . . the water bore that
. . . but from the impending explosion. Soon all conscious effort on my
part went into automatic pilot and my fucking and jacking became seemingly
hyper-sonic and out of my control.
	The stars that had been sown across the sky were suddenly
multiplied a thousand fold . . . every muscle of my body tensed . . .
breathing stopped . . . mouth gapped open . . . eyes rolled upward
. . . for one wondrous nano-second the delicious pleasure suddenly became
equally delicious pain . . . and . . . then . . . then . . . the cosmic
explosion!
	"Arghhh!" came in a deep, guttural, primal scream.
	The same escaped in consort from Thad's throat, "Arghhh!"
	Our shouts of release mixed with the gentle rolling of the surf.
	Jet after jet of lustral, viscous fluid filled
Thad. Simultaneously, ropes of opalescent cum appeared in the awaiting sea
water above a dark, lurching cock. It swirled around us both . . . uniting
us.
	We were united!


	On the shore, Jorge, one of the bellmen from the Casa de Maio,
smiled at the moon lit spectacle that he had stopped to watch. Then, he
continued, quietly on his way home.


	We slept late the next morning . . . relaxed in the physical,
mental and spiritual union that we had experienced. I awoke first and
glanced over to Thad. His body was bathed by the filtered morning sun as it
flowed through the sheer curtain and washed his sleeping form. Highlights
of gold and red played across this dark-honey colored god as he lay there
exposed. It was most wondrous . . . half Adonis . . . half Ares! I bent
over an gently kissed him on the lips. Eyes fluttered and then opened.
	"Mmmm! What time is it?" he asked in a sleepy voice.
	"About nine-thirty."
	"Mmmm!" again escaped from his mouth as he reached for me and
kissed my lips.
	"Hungry?" I queried.
	"Yeah . . .  for food!" he uttered with a grin and then stretched
like some dark jungle cat.
	"What else is there?"
	"Well I know you and your morning needs!" came the riposte and he
swung off the bed and padded to the toilet . . . cock and balls swinging
languorously was he walked.
	I merely smiled and recalled THAT morning.
	"How about I call room service and order breakfast?"
	"Sounds good to me," came his answer, punctuated by a flush and
then the sound of the shower.
	I called and ordered a substantial breakfast and asked for an extra
pot of coffee. Thad's shower was amazingly short and in a few minutes he
was dressed.
	"You better hurry up, David . . . you don't want the room service
person to catch you butt naked!"
	"Yeah! Don't want to make my honey jealous!"


	Jealousy was one thing that was almost totally nonexistent between
Thad and myself. It was not a reaction that was in either of our emotional
vocabulary. Rather, trust held sway. Also, it was not that we demanded
absolute sexual fidelity . . . at least to that point. I never asked Thad
if he had any "contacts" on his numerous road trips, nor did he volunteer
such information. Likewise, he never asked me if I had had any dalliances
while he was away. The reality was that if such contacts did occur, they
did not affect how we felt about each other and, therefore, did not affect
our relationship. . . at that point. Over the months that we had been
together, trust had grown as well as the knowledge of how the other felt.
	To that point, Thad asked once, "What would you do if you walked
into the team's shower and saw me with another guy?"
	"Quietly leave," I answered.
	"I mean, what would you feel?"
	"Mmmm!" I thought, "I really don't know . . . I wouldn't feel
happy! But . . . I don't know how I would react."
	"Would you stop seeing me?"
	"No." Then, "Why are you asking me this?"
	Shrugging his shoulders he answered, "Just wondered."


	"Shiiiit! . . . Jealous? Hah!"
	I kissed him, went to the shower and mused how Thad could make two
syllables out of the explicative 'Shiiiit.' I was slipping on my walking
shorts when there was a knock on the door and almost immediately it opened
a bellman walked in with our breakfast tray. Thad was reading the morning
paper on the lanai. The bellman glanced into the bedroom where I was
dressing, smiled and walked to the table near Thad. There he quietly and
efficiently laid out our breakfast. Pulling on my shirt, I walked onto the
lanai.
	"Good morning, Sir."
	Glancing at his name plate, I replied, "Good morning, Jorge."
	"Enjoy your breakfast, Sirs."
	"Thanks. Guess we overslept . . . we are starved," I admitted.
	Jorge smiled at both of us, "Swimming in the night sea does that."
And, with that utterance he left.
	Thad's eyebrows arched dramatically, "What the hell does that
mean?"
	"Don't know."
	"Think he saw us last night?"
	"May be," I said as I poured a cup of coffee.
	"You're damned nonchalant about it."
	Smiling, I bent down and kissed Thad quickly. "Well . . . If he
did, he did . . . I'm sure he's seen plenty of that here. Besides, what's
he gonna do? Post the news on the local bulletin board?"
	"Shiiiit!"


	I guess Thad suffered from a bit of paranoia. It wasn't so much
that we were consciously hiding our relationship as it was that both of us
are essentially rather private individuals. Also, we were realistic. Thad's
profession was notoriously homophobic on its public face, although rumor
has it that there were and are a number of the gridiron heroes who "swing
both ways" . . . not to mention: Brian Engquist and Jeff Mac Pherson.


	"Don't worry my love. This is one step from nowhere . . . the guy
probably doesn't even know what football is!"
	"Yeah. Guess you're right."
	We ate or breakfast, or, at this time of the day, do you call it,
'Brunch?'
	"Let's walk into town," Thad suggested.
	"Sounds good to me."
	The Casa de Maio was a little to the north of San José del
Cabo. The town was maybe two or three thousand souls who eked out a living
fishing, primarily. The Casa de Maio was the only resort of sorts, although
there were a couple of small, rather simple hotels near the ocean front
that we opined catered to the local population that happened there.
	We walked through the town, no sidewalks and only one paved
street. It was market day and there were a number of stalls hastily erected
that sold mostly local produce and simple clothes. One of the vendors sold
ceramics of the local variety, but not very impressive. We stopped at an
outdoor cafe and ordered coffee. We had been warned about 'Montezuma's
revenge,' and were careful of what we ate or drank at any place but the
hotel.
	It was mid afternoon when we started walking up the beach towards
the hotel. Midway to the Casa de Maio there were a number of massive
boulders that appeared to have been strewn by some ancient being from a low
hill down into the sea. We began to pick our way around and over them when
suddenly Thad stopped and signaled, "Quiet."
	We were climbing over one huge boulder. Before us was a small sandy
enclave amongst the rocks. Bathed in the afternoon light were three nude
forms. One, Jorge was bent over with a hard cock stuffed in his mouth while
his ass was plugged by another equally stiff, pummeling
dick. Incredulously, I recognized the other two men--Brian Engquist and
Jeff Mac Pherson!
	Brian's cock was deep in Jorge's mouth when some inner sentinel
caused him to look up directly at us. We were frozen on the spot. His eyes
widened and then a smile spread across his lips.
	"Jeff," he murmured, "We got company." He nodded towards Thad and
me.
	Jeff's gaze snapped in our direction, and after recognition, he too
grinned. "Well, I'll be damned!"
	One plus one does equal two, usually. Both Jeff and Brian made the
jump of logic.
	"Hey, guys! Come on down . . . there's plenty for all of us!"
	Neither Jeff nor Brian stopped what they were obviously enjoying
themselves during this time of recognition. Their eyes invited us to
partake.
	Thad, finally recovered his shock and said, "No, That's OK, we
gotta go."
	With that we backed down, skirted that trysting place and walked
quickly back to the hotel. We got to our suite and quietly closed the
door. From the time of Thad's refusal until we entered the room, not a word
had been uttered by either of us. I can imagine that Thad's mind was racing
at super sonic speed, trying to catalogue and file what we had seen as well
as the implications.
	"I can't believe it!"
	"Why?"
	Thad glanced at me, questioning.
	"Why! They're two of the most notorious pussy-hounds on the team!"
	I merely shrugged.
	"You're not surprised?" he demanded.
	"I'm surprised to find them here," I answered.
	"What is that supposed to mean? You knew about them?" The latter
question was pitifully weak.
	Again I shrugged. Thad's eyes bored into me requiring an answer.
	"Well . . . If you must know . . . Yes. . . . I knew about
them. But, it doesn't concern us, and I have never been one to see and
tell."
	Thad's steely gaze lessened somewhat. I could still see that his
mind was still racing. He knew what I meant. Neither of us were subject to
gossiping or other such stories. Thad, I guess, understood my professional
need to protect my sources of information.  The time would come when I
would reveal to him the circumstances of my awareness, but only when such
knowledge was not longer emotionally charged.
	"Shiiiit! I still can't believe it!"
	I smiled and reached over to give his arm a reassuring pat.
	"Wonder if that bellman told them what he saw last night?"
	I arched my eyebrows, "Well, if he hadn't before . . . he might
tell them now . . . who knows?"  Then in attempt to defuse Thad's concern,
"Who cares?"
	Thad glanced over to and merely shook his head.


	What had started out as a private idyll had turned into something
quite different. I was concerned, but more for Thad than for myself. The
rest of the afternoon, we sat on the lanai . . . Thad gazing out at the
ocean, and me? . . . I read.


	By seven o'clock I could feel that the tension had lessened
considerably in Thad's being. I closed the book. "Let's go to dinner," I
suggested.
	Thad flashed a wan smile, "Yeah . . . Let's." He rose from his
stupor and walked to the bedroom and started to change.
	I followed him and also changed. Refreshed, I walked up to him, put
my arms around him, he did the same and we kissed.
	"You know, it's not the end of the world!"
	Thad grinned . . . almost the brilliant smile. "I know . . . !" We
kissed again, deeper this time and with a warm, lingering intensity. The
kiss began to unlock those doors . . . I could feel Thad's reaction.
	"You really hungry?" I teased.
	Now, that brilliant smile, "Yeah! For food . . . and then later
. . . something else!" He winked.
	"Promise?" I asked, cupping his crotch.
	"Promise!" he answered.
	We walked to the dining room and ordered our Chopin martinis. As we
sat sipping our drinks, Jeff and Brian walked in and over to where we were
sitting.
	"May we join you?" Brian asked cautiously.
	I glanced at Thad, who answered, "Sure."
	They smiled and sat down. The waiter came over and they too ordered
drinks.
	After they were served, Jeff stated, "We were told last night when
we checked in that two Américanos were also staying here." And, then added,
"We thought that not many people knew about this place or would be here."
	"Yeah, we thought the same," Thad offered.
	"Have you been here before?" I asked.
	"Our third time," Brian revealed.
	For a few seconds, we quietly sipped our drinks.
	Jeff was the first to break the silence. "Hey," he began addressing
the both of us, "What goes on between you two . . . is your
business. . . . Besides, David, we really appreciate . . . your
. . . silence about what you saw in the showers . . . back then."
	Thad glanced towards me. I nodded in understanding. My reporter's
curiosity took over.
	"I imagine Jorge had an interesting tale to tell you," I probed.
	Brian answered with a weak smile, "Yeah, but don't worry
. . . he'll be quiet . . . besides . . . I don't think his wife would
appreciate his . . . other side. You know . . . Mexicano machismo!" The
last phrase he uttered in perfect Spanish.
	"He's married?" Thad asked.
	"Yeah, and a couple of kids," Jeff offered.
	"Today wasn't the first time you two were with him?" I continued.
	"Naw," Brian stated, and continued the information, "Actually, he
made his desires known the first time we came here . . . quite an
accomplished guy! Has always made our stay here memorable"
	"I bet," I stated.
	"Well, you two enjoy your dinner," Brian said as the two got up and
moved to another table across the verandah.
	Thad watched them leave and then fixed his gaze on me.
	"You feel better now?" I asked.
	Slowly he nodded his head. "Wonder how long those two have been
together?" he questioned.
	"Don't know," I answered, "But at least three years if this is
their third trip here."
	"Yeah."
	Halfway through dinner, Jorge walked past the table and delivered a
knowing and questioning wink in our direction.


	Later that night after a warmly gentle love session, we lay on the
bed, entwined.
	"Can I ask you a question, David?"
	When ever Thad uses my Christian name, particularly in a question,
I know that it demands a serious and a considered answer.
	"Sure. What?"
	"Would you like a three-way with the bellman?" For some reason,
Thad didn't use Jorge's Christian name.
	"Not really. It's not high on my wish list!"
	"It's on your wish list?"
	"Mmmm! Not really . . . never thought about it."
	There was several minutes of silence.
	"Would you like a three-way with Jorge?" I returned the question.
	Thad merely shook his head. Guess he thought such a question didn't
deserve a vocal response.
	"How about a one-on-one with him," I prodded with a smirk.
	Thad's answer was a wrenching pinch in my side.
	"Damn!" I yelled, then, "Can I ask you a question?"
	"What?" he answered.
	"Didn't the sight of those three back there in the rocks turn you
on just a little bit?"
	Thoughtfully, he responded, "Mmmmm! Yeah, at first it did, but when
I recognized Jeff and Brian . . . I just panicked and shriveled up."
	"Well, luckily the 'shrivel' didn't last . . . ." I said with a
snicker and reached for his flaccid cock.
	"Why are you so fuckin horny all the time?
	"Not ALL the time," I answered, "Just when I'm with you!"
	He laugher and flipped over on to me, pinning me down. "Think I'm
gonna rape you."
	"No!"
	"No?"
	"No, 'cause with rape you got to have an unwilling victim . . . .!"
	"You're a fuckin whore!" he laughed.


	I guess we all have sore points!
	I have always rebelled when a guy refers or infers the feminine to
or about another man--'she' instead of 'he,' 'sister' instead of 'brother.'
That also applies to terms like 'pussy,' or 'cunt,' or 'whore,' when
referring to another guy. Such terms are demeaning in my estimation. To be
truthful, I also abhor them when they are applied to women--that is, the
last three terms. I am a man. I have a cock which gives me great pleasure,
and, I must admit, pleasure to others as well. Parenthetically, I have an
ass hole which also gives me great pleasure and to others too. But, I am
not a pussy! I am not a cunt! I am not a whore!


	I pushed him off me with some force, sat up, looked at him and
stated, emphatically, "I am not a whore! I am not a pussy! I am not a cunt!
I am a man!"
	Thad's eyes widened and he became remarkably lighter. "Sorry!
Didn't mean . . . ."
	I reached over and covered his mouth with my hand.
	"It's forgotten."
	I lay back down. Guess we learn something about each other every
day. Makes it interesting. Again we lay in silence.
	Then Thad rolled on his side, propped himself on his elbow and
said, "Hey, Mr. Man, if I can play with your cock, you can play with mine!"
	I burst into laughter. Thad knew how to defuse most of my moods, as
I knew how to neutralize his!
	"You ass!"
	He sat bolt upright, turned towards me, crossed his legs, held his
hands out and declared, "I'm no ass! I'm no cock! I'm no sucker . . ." he
winked, and finished, "except to and for you!" Again, that brilliant smile!
	Laughing, I rolled over, buried my face in his lap and sucked his
soft cock into my mouth. Quickly is swelled again and became insistently
rigid! I knew such an action always brought the wanted results.
	"Umh!"
	I pulled off and asked, "Hey, Mr. Man, how'd you like me to sit on
your cock?"
	"Wooow! Love your ass, Mr. Man!"
	And, . . . I did. And, . . . I reveled at the feel of his
entry. And, . . . I moved in ways I had come to enjoy. And, . . . it was
obvious from his deep, guttural groans and massive, galvanic release that
he did too!