Date: Sun, 8 Aug 2004 14:47:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marc McClean <mj_mclean2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Right Time, Part 9

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THE RIGHT TIME
by M.J. McLean
Part 9

If they even bothered to knock -- and they insisted a few minutes later
that they did -- I didn't hear them, didn't even know they were in the
room until Shane leapt onto the bed and started jumping on the mattress.

"Wake up, sleepyhead, c'mon," he said. "Wake -- hey, Robb, look, he's got
a good morning boner! Whatcha been dreamin' about, Nic?"

My eyes popped open. I didn't know what to look at, but it was all oddly
disconcerting. I was indeed sporting a pretty decent hard-on, though
whether it was a dream or just morning wood, I wasn't sure. I'd been too
abruptly awakened.

Shane, meanwhile, was still bouncing on the bed. Naked. He was bouncing
and so were his cock and balls, which didn't do much to encourage my
hard-on to deflate. On the other side, Robb stood with a breakfast tray
I'd been using to stack mail and keys. On it was a diet Coke, poured over
ice into a glass, and two pop tarts. And half-resting on a plate along
the edge was ... his cock. I howled.

"Your brunch, madame," Robb said in his best butler's voice. "I can
heartily recommend the sausage this morning."

"Looks a little soggy," I said.

"Maybe if you tasted it, you'd find it a little plumper," Robb replied.

"Hey, that's mine!" Shane said, crawling over me. He leaned over the tray
and licked Robb's cock. "Mmmmm ... but it could use some syrup."

"Geez, get away from my breakfast!" I said, grabbing the soda and pop
tarts. Shane fell back laughing, flashing me his ass. Still no change in
my wood. I looked over at the alarm clock. "Shit, guys, it's nearly 11. I
can't believe you let me sleep so long. Mitch'll be here pretty quick."

"You looked a little, uh, drained last night," Robb said. "I figured you
could use the rest after working it so late ... I mean working so late."

"Fuck you," I said, glancing at Shane. He looked a little confused, so I
guessed that Robb hadn't told him they'd had an audience of one last
night.

"Well, sweetie, I usually don't bottom for anyone, but the way you're
waving that thing around this morning, I guess I could be versatile,"
Robb said. I tossed a piece of pop tart at him and again I missed the
knock, this one out front.

"Knock, knock," said a voice from the doorway. "Is anyone -- shit, I
guess I found you all. Damn, guys .... "

Mitch looked ashen. I could only imagine what he saw: Three naked guys,
two on the bed, one with a hard-on that still wouldn't go away.

"Heya sweetie," I said. "Maybe you can rescue me here from Laurel and
Hard-on. I'm being held hostage."

"I can see ... " he said, still skeptical.

"We're the ones caught under fire," Robb said. "We were bringing
breakfast to the gentlemen of the house and he started waving that thing
around." He pointed to my cock, which was finally deflating. "C'mon,
Laurel, let's get dressed for the trip."

Robb and Shane left. Mitch saw on the edge of the bed and stared at me.
"You guys are hopeless," he said. "Now you've got Shane flashing his
naked self around."

"But you have to admit he looked pretty happy," I said. "Not much like
he's being abused or anything." I probably should have left well enough
alone; Mitch glowered, then told me to get ready to go so we didn't waste
any more of the weekend.

Chastened, I took the soda with me into the bathoom, shaved, showered and
then dressed. Mitch packed an overnighter for me and by the time I was
ready, so were Robb and Shane. We piled in Mitch's car and struck out for
Flagstaff.

After several wrong turns, we finally found the cabin. It was secluded,
as promised, cut off from the other cabins by a utility access road. It
was surrounded by pine trees on three sides, which added to the rustic
look. It was smaller than Mitch expected, I think, but we could see a
deck wrapping around from the back, so that held promise.

Once inside, it was clear the deck might be the cabin's best feature.
It's not that it was a dump or anything -- the carpet was a little worn,
but still nice and clean, the furniture was relatively new and there was
a TV.

But the fireplace had been converted to a sort of bar, though there was
no booze on the shelves, only glasses. The sofa wasn't a fold-out, but
there was a futon on one side of the dining room, which was apparently
the extra "bed."

The two bedrooms turned out to be one bedroom and a den and there was
zero privacy for either. Other than the bathroom and the closets, there
were no interior doors. An archway led from the living room to the master
bedroom; only the closet and a narrow wall blocked the view. Another
archway led from the bedroom into a sort of den or sitting room. This
time, a floor-to-ceiling bookcase blocked part of the view.

There was a queen-sized bed in the master bedroom and a double in the
den. A door led from the master bedroom out to the deck, where there was
was a hot tub that looked to be in good working condition. Robb said he
and Shane would take the den: "I don't think either of us wants to sleep
on that futon, so we'll sacrifice and double up," he said with a leering
grin.

But we discovered all that later because the first thing that hit us when
we walked in the front door was a strong odor of rotting food. The
refrigerator had failed and some of the food left behind by the last
visitors had gone bad. Robb and Shane began opening windows and turning
on ceiling fans; Mitch and I found garbage bags under the sink and
quickly emptied the refrigerator's contents and dragged the bags outside.

We found some cleaning supplies and air deodorizer and set about making
the place livable. An hour or so later, the smell had faded and we
unpacked our bags and the groceries we'd bought in town. Luckily, we were
only staying one night, so we had little food that had to stay
refrigerated.

Sadly for us, much of the food did need to be cooked and it didn't take
long to figure out that two of the burners on the stove were kaput and
the oven thermostat was seriously off. The microwave seemed to work well
enough, so we somehow managed to cobble together a pretty decent meal,
all things considered.

The extra wine we'd brought helped.

After dinner, I half expected to find the dishwasher inoperable as well,
but it seemed newer than the other appliances and hummed to life with the
push of a button.

"OK, boys, it's hot tub time!" Robb said. He found a stash of towels
earlier, along with a half dozen hotel-quality robes -- one of the time
sharers was thinking right -- and had turned on the tub controls. With a
wink, he stripped naked in the middle of the dining room (he was wearing
black 2(x)ist briefs instead of his trademark white Calvins -- had Shane
left those behind last night?) and headed for the door.

He stopped short and went over to a cd player on one corner. He pushed a
button on it, then a switch on the wall. The music began playing outside
-- there were speakers on the deck!

Shane needed no more prodding. He stripped and followed Robb. I put my
arm around Mitch: "C'mon, kiddo, we're falling behind." I took my clothes
off and waited for Mitch to strip as well. I goosed his ass on the way
out; he reached back and grabbed my dick. I was glad to see him feeling
good about this.

Robb and Shane were trying to get comfortable in the tub when we got out
there. I shivered a little as the cold mountain air hit my skin and I
hurried to climb in to the hot water. I could feel the jets on my legs
and my ass as I lowered myself in and found a spot on the narrow bench.
This was going to be a bit of a squeeze, to get all four of us in here.
Definitely not a place for the shy.

Mitch settled in beside me and I put my arm around him, feeling his body
against mine. I tried to let my legs float a little, but found instead a
tangle of other legs. I kicked playfully and soon we were stirring up the
water even more with a rather aggressive game of footsie.

"God, this is beautiful out tonight," Robb said, finally sitting back and
staring up into the night sky. The deck lights were off and I'd hit the
dining room lights on the way out. We could see the stars through the
trees and a half mooon added a little more light.

We sat quielty for a few minutes, the jazz playing softly on the outdoor
speakers. I hugged Mitch a little tighter and he rested his head on my
shoulder. I felt his hand move across my thigh and find my cock, which
was starting to get a little hard from the water and the picture of all
of us naked. I smiled and sighed contentedly.

Robb and Shane kissed, softly at first, then more passionately. I
couldn't see their hands, but from their movements, it looked like they
were playing with each other underwater.

I turned to Mitch and looked into his eyes before moving in to kiss him.
I pressed my lips against his and he responded. I pulled on his lower lip
with mine, my tongue darting out quickly. I put my left hand on his face
and kissed him more deeply, my tongue pushing past his lips this time to
find his. I felt his lips moving against mine. His ran his right hand
through my hair and rested it on the back of my head.

I felt a foot graze my upper thigh and then move lightly down my leg. I
jumped a little but I didn't want to break the kiss, so I didn't move. I
was pretty sure Robb was playing. I reached under the water to find
Mitch's cock, which was growing hard now as well. I stroked it a little
and caressed his balls.

Robb's foot stopped its trips up and down my leg and I heard movement in
the water. This time I turned in time to see Robb easing himself up onto
the side of the tub. He spread his legs to reveal a full erection. Shane
kneeled on the tub seat and and grabbed Robb's thighs, then lowered his
head onto Robb's cock. He began to suck, his head bobbing slowly.

Then without warning, the jets in the tub shut off and so did the hum
from the heating mechanism. Robb reluctantly pushed Shane's head away and
turned to look at the controls.

"All the lights are off," he reported, climbing out of the tub. "It looks
like the whole control box has flipped off. He flipped a switch a few
times, but nothing happened. "Maybe it blew a fuse or something."

"Whatever happened, it's gonna get kinda nippy in here pretty quick," I
said. "Let's just go in. I don't want to fool around with electrical
systems in the dark, especially not on a hot tub."

The rest of us climbed out of the pool. I noticed we were all hard still
and my cock throbbed a little as I watched the other three dry off, their
erections bouncing in the night air. Robb had left the robes in the
dining room, so trooped in there and wrapped ourself in the terry-cloth
warmth.

"So what's on TV?" Shane asked. He grabbed the remote, turned the set on
and started surfing. It turned out that although the cabin had satellite
service, it was only basic; there were no movie channels. The choices
weren't great, but we found ourselves watching an old episode of "Bob
Newhart" on TV Land.

After a while, Shane got restless. He rummaged around the TV cabinet and
found a small stash of videos. "Aha!" he said suddenly. He held up his
find: "The Sum of Us," a favorite of mine, mostly because Russell Crowe
looked so hot.

Shane popped the tape into the VCR and started it up. Mitch and I sank
into the big sofa, cuddling up along one side. Robb and Shane squeezed
into the oversized chair-and-a-half next to us, their legs entwined. We'd
all seen the movie, but got caught up in the story yet again.

"God, he looks so young," Shane said as the credits rolled.

"Yeah, and that was before he got too macho and straight to play
sensitive," Robb added.

Shane looked through the video stack again. He reached back into the
cabinet and his eyes widened when he saw what he found. "Porn!" he cried.
He tossed it to Robb.

"Well, soft-core anyway," Robb said. "I've seen another one from this
outfit -- the guys get naked and hot'n'heavy, but the camera cuts away
before you see real action. Hey! This one was filmed in Palm Springs ...
I've been to that resort. It's a pretty fuckin' hot place if you want to
see naked guys everywhere." He tossed it back to Shane, who popped it
into the machine.

The video was called "Love Inn Exile" and was set at a resort called Inn
Exile. There wasn't much plot that I could figure out -- a young guy goes
to the resort, gets a little scared by all the hot, naked studs at the
pool and hides in his room, dreaming about one of the guys he saw. Then
he winds up saving the guy at the pool and they and the others go at each
other in soft focus and strategic cut-aways, just as Robb said.

But the plot wasn't the thing in this video, the naked guys were and on
that point, you had to give it two thumbs up ... if your thumbs weren't
wrapped around your own cock, that is. I glanced around every now and
than and could see the images were having their effect on all four of us.
I could hear the heavier breathing, could feel my own, and could feel a
certain tension building in the room.

None of said anything, but we began to move. I opened my robe and began
to stroke my cock, then reached over and found Mitch's. He shifted a
little and moved his leg over mine. I was pulling on both our dicks; he
began to caress my chest.

In the other chair, Robb and Shane were stroking each other, their eyes
on the TV screen. Then Robb pulled Shane's head toward his and kissed
him, running his hands down Shane's side. Shane shifted, first to his
side, then all the way around, until he was facing Robb, stradding him
with a knee on either side of Robb's legs. He sat down so their two cocks
could meet, then leaned in and kissed Robb.

I don't know if he saw them do it first, but Mitch suddenly did the same
to me. He lowered his ass on my thighs and pushed his hard cock toward
mine. He leaned toward me and licked my nipples, gently biting each one.
He kissed me deeply. I felt his tongue push past my lips and my teeth. I
wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. He began to thrust his
hips against me gently.

I glanced over in time to see Shane wincing as he lowered his ass onto
Robb's hard cock, which was wet with what looked like precum and maybe a
little split. Shane whimpered a little, then sighed as Robb's cock sank
in. He rocked a little and kissed Robb again. Robb thrust his hips,
gently fucking Shane.

"Um ... I think .... unh ... I think we're gonna ...go in ... no rubbers
out here," Robb said, breathing hard. He eased Shane's hips up off his
cock and then helped Shane to his feet. Shane let his robe fall to the
floor. His cock was hard, standing up at a slight angle. Robb stood,
leaving his robe in the chair. He kissed Shane, then took his hand and
led him toward the bedroom.

"We'll be back here, boys," Robb said, then he paused. "Um ... any chance
you guys wanna come back and watch and maybe, um ... you know ... see
what might happen?"

For a split second, the picture flashed in my mind: The four of us on the
big bed, me fucking Mitch while he sucked Shane, who was getting fucked
by Robb ... Mitch sucking me while Robb fucked me ... but I answered
immediately: "You guys have a good time," I said. "We'll figure out
something ..."

Robb smiled. "I figured, but I wanted to be polite." He winked at me and
the two of them disappeared into the back rooms.

I turned back to Mitch, who was fiddling with the remote, trying to turn
the video off.

"You don't want to watch the end?" I asked.

"I'm thinking there's not much suspense," he said.

We could hear giggling in the back, then a moan and then sounds that I
was pretty sure meant Robb had found the rubbers and was fucking Shane.
Mitch wrapped his robe around himself and got up.

"Let's go out on the deck," he said. "I could use a little fresh air."

"It's pretty cold fresh air," I replied. The moans grew a little louder
and I could hear Shane saying things like "Yeah, stud, fuck me hard." I
could tell Mitch was uncomfortable. "Fresh air it is." I followed him out
the door and shivered a little. He stood against the railing, looking up
through the trees into the starry night.

I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, laying my
head on his shoulder. He put his hands on mine and drew me in closer, but
I also felt him sigh.

"What's wrong, Mitch? Is it what Robb said? He was kidding," I said.
"Mostly."

"No," Mitch said. "Well, yes, but no. I just ... I'm ... Nic, this isn't
what I'd planned."

"You couldn't know about the fridge or the bedroom or ..."

"No," he said. "Nic, this was supposed to be my fantasy weekend. For us.
This was ... this was going to be what I'd always wanted." He shivered a
little.

"Your fantasy?"

"It's really cheesy, which is why I guess I never told you," he said. "I
wanted to show you because then you'd see why I'd always wanted it. It's
sort of a ... promise you won't laugh, OK?" He turned to look at me.

"I promise," I said. "I could never laugh at your fantasies."

"It's sort of a ski lodge fantasy," he said. "Except without the skiing,
because I don't ski. I always imagined going to a mountain cabin or lodge
with the man I ... with someone special. We'd get up there and chop a
little wood and then make dinner together. We'd drink too much wine, then
light a fire in the big ol' fireplace and sit in front of it and then ...
and then make love on the big, furry rug and fall asleep there, our naked
bodies sweaty and ... "

He trailed off. I hugged him tighter and ran my hands across his chest. I
kissed his neck and whispered in his ear: "That's so sexy, Mitch, so
hot." I moved my hands under the robe and tweaked his nipples.

"I thought this would be it, then ..."

"Then I invited Robb along," I said. "Why didn't you say something? Tell
me this meant something? I could have had Robb come another time."

"No, you were so excited and he was in a bad way," Mitch said. "Then
Shane broke up and I wanted to help him ... and then ... well, it
wouldn't have worked anyway. I mean, look at this place. No fireplace, no
rug, nothing works ... it wouldn't have worked."

"Mitch, anyplace we could be alone together is a fantasy for me," I said.
"Right now is a fantasy, standing out here in the mountains, with all
those stars. Just you and me, almost naked ..." My cock was beginning to
get hard. I let the robe fall open and pushed my hips against Mitch's
ass.

"Mmmm, that feels nice," he said. He pushed back a little, which only
made my cock grow harder.

I ran my hands down his stomach, finding the trail just below his belly
button. I found his cock, which was nearly hard. I kissed his neck,
sucking a little bit, then ran my tongue up to his ear. I bit it gently
and blew warm air. He shivered again.

I reached up and pulled his robe back across his shoulders, letting it
drop to the deck. I wrapped my arms around him again and pushed my cock
into his ass, thrusting my hips a little as he moved his. I shrugged my
own robe off, feeling the nippy air wash across me even as our heat
spread through my body.

Mitch reached around and put his hands on my hips, pulling me into him,
rotating his ass a little until my cock fit between his cheeks. He turned
his head until I could reach his lips and I kissed him, my tongue darting
between his lips. I rubbed my hands across his chest and stomach and
found his cock again, stroking it as I continued to thrust.

My cock was slippery with precum as it slid between Mitch's ass cheeks. I
switched my thrusts to more of an up and down sliding motion, feeling his
ass jack my cock. The feeling sent new chills through me. He reached
around again and found my cock, guiding its head toward his asshole.

"I want you in me," he whispered.

I used the precum on my cock to moisten his hole a little. I pushed the
head of my cock against him and pushed. I heard him gasp a little, but
could see him trying to relax his body. I pushed slowly but firmly until
the head of my dick found its way inn. I let the rest slide in and began
to thrust in and out.

Mitch moaned as I fucked him. I found his cock and stroked it some more.
Then reluctantly, I slowed my thrusting and pulled my cock out.

"I can't, not without ..." I said.

"Yes you can," Mitch said. "I want you to."

"No," I said. "I'm sorry, I can't. Let's go in ... there's some inside."

Mitch's face turned sad for an instant, but he took my hand and led me
into the bedroom. We could still hear sounds from the other room, but
Mitch ignored them as he found a rubber and rolled it on my cock. He lay
down on the bed, spread his legs and raised his hips. "Fuck me, Nic, I
have to feel you in there," he said breathlessly.

I crawled between his legs, lifting his feet onto my shoulders. I
squirted some lube on my sheathed dick and entered Mitch again. I fucked
faster this time. "God, Mitch, your ass is so hot and tight ... unh ...
unh... "

"Fuck me, Nic, jesus, fuck me," he said. He was stroking his own cock as
I fucked him, harder and faster.

"Ah ... ahhh.... Mitch, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna shoot ... " I said,
feeling the cum building to spurt. I thrust harder and then stopped when
I was deep in him. "Unnnhhh ... unnnhhh..... god..... god, I'm cummmming
....unnnnhhh .... aaahhhhh ...." I couldn't help how loud I knew I was as
I shot.

"Yeah, fill me up," Mitch cried. He stroked faster, but I reached out and
stopped him. I pulled out of him and dropped quickly to Mitch's cock. I
let it slide into my mouth and began sucking it, my head bobbing up and
down. It didn't take long.

"Omigod ... omigod ... aaaahhhhh!" Mitch cried. I felt his cock twitch
and then shoot warm streams of cum into my mouth and down my throat. I
eagerly took it all.

When he stopped, I fell down on him, turning onto my back as I tried to
remove the rubber without spilling too much. We held each other. I kissed
him deeply and he kissed me back and he wrapped his body around mine. I
pulled the comforter up over us. Forget about cleaning up. I wanted to
fall asleep in the arms of the man I love, even if I couldn't quite tell
him.

I awoke to an unexpected warm and wet feeling on ... down ... I opened my
eyes and tried to figure out what was going on. The sun was shining into
the bedroom. I was a little cold and I could see why now. The comforter
had been tossed to the floor and Mitch was lying on his stomach between
my legs with my cock in his mouth.

He looked up as I shifted a little. "Rise 'n shine, sleepyhead," he said.
"I always wanted to do this, wake you up with a morning blow job. Now
just relax."

I sat up and shifted back so Mitch had more room. I couldn't believe what
was happening, but god, it felt amazing. I watched his head bob up and
down my my cock, which was mostly hard by now. Just then, I saw movement
in the archway to the den area. Robb stumbled out, freezing when he saw
what was happening. He grinned at me and winked, then reached down and
stroked his cock.

"What's ... " Shane walked out and froze as well. Mitch heard him,
stopped sucking and turned to look. I figured the party was over, but
instead, he turned back, smiled at me and resumed sucking.

Robb put his hands on Shane's shoulders and gently pushed him to the
floor. Shane didn't hesitate, taking Robb's cock in his hands and guiding
it into his mouth. He began to suck. My cock grew harder even as I
surveyed the scene: Mitch sucking my cock, Shane sucking Robb's. My eyes
met Robb's and we stared at each other. He licked his lips and grinned.

I put my hands on Mitch's head as he sucked. I could feel myself get
close and I moaned a little. Mitch sucked a little faster, sqeezing my
balls with his hand. My breathing quickened and I closed my eyes as I
felt the start of the orgasm. I tightened my ass and shot.

"Ahhhh .... ahhhh .... oh, god, Mitch, unnnhhhh.... unnnhhhh.... " He
tightened his lips and swallowed as I came. Suddenly, I heard Robb cry
out and looked up in time to see him back against the wall, eyes closed.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit, man, suck me dry," he said. "Ahhh ... ahhhhh .... "
He finished and pulled Shane to his feet, then kissed him.

No one said anything for a minute, then Mitch spoke up: "I'm gonna get a
shower started," he said to me. I reached out and grabbed his cock, which
was still hard and wet with precum.

"What about this?" I said. "What about you?"

"I'm good," he said. "This morning was for you. You can owe me now." He
kissed me and padded off to the shower. I joined him a minute later and
paid at least part of my debt before we decided we should leave some hot
water for the others.

I made coffee and toasted bagels while Robb and Shane got ready. We ate
breakfast, then walked outside and tromped around in the trees for while.
A little after 1, we decided it was time to head back to the Valley. We
packed and piled back in the car for the trip home, stopping halfway home
to get some burgers and fries for lunch.

Mitch decided to go back to his place that night, in part because he had
to get up early for work the next morning and in part to give Robb and me
a little more time together. Robb and Shane went out on my tiny balcony
to talk for a few minutes before Shane left. I saw them kiss, then Shane
grabbed his bag and left with Mitch.

"So what was that about?" I asked Robb.

"Just a little chat, some loose ends," he said. "We both agreed that we
had a great weekend, but neither of us wants to start anything new,
especially long-distance. And honestly, there was no spark for either of
us, except when we were fucking. He's a hot guy, Nic, but that's about
it."

I was secretly relieved, for Shane's sake if nothing else. I hope Shane
was telling Mitch the same story; Mitch had been worried that Shane would
get his heart broken this weekend.

"So that was good-bye?" I asked.

"Not exactly," Robb said. "He's taking me to the airport in the morning."

We decided to go out for dinner, so we changed clothes and settled on a
place. Afterward, we watched a couple of movies on TV, though we probably
talked more than we watched. A little after midnight, "Muriel's Wedding"
started on one of the movie channels and Robb insisted we watch that one,
so I mircowaved another bag of popcorn.

When the movie ended, I flicked the TV off and told Robb I was beat and
needed to go to bed. He told me to get ready and that he'd come by in a
few minutes to say goodnight. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and had
just shucked my underwear when Robb walked in.

He was naked as well and carried a bottle of wine in one hand and two
glasses in the other.

"I brought this with me for us to share," he said. "Just to say thanks
for being there for me this weekend. Thanks for letting me talk and
ramble on and thanks for letting me fuck your friend ..."

We both laughed. "Seriously," he said, filling the glasses and handing me
one. "You're a great friend and I'm really happy we found each other
again. Cheers." We clinked glasses and sipped the wine. I sat down on the
bad and motioned for Robb to do the same.

"I still can't believe I wasted all that time when we were housemates," I
said. "I mean there you were, naked and everything, and I just let it go.
I was still kinda fucked up then, you know ... "

"Yeah, I kinda got the idea," Robb said. "That church of yours can do a
number on you, can't it?"

"And then some," I said, downing the rest of the wine in my glass. Robb
grabbed the bottle and refilled me, topping off his own glass. He relaxed
against the headboard and smiled at me.

"Damn," he said, shaking his head. "I really wish something had happened
back then ... Hell, I wish something had happened when you were at the
training seminar. You're a great guy and hot as well, Nic. I wish I could
fuck you."

I was a little surprised by his bluntness, but I also felt a little tinge
inside. I took a breath.

"I know," I said quietly. "And honestly, if you had asked at the seminar
... I'd have probably said OK ... as long as it was ... you know, just a
fuck." I looked at Robb, searching his eyes for a response. He smiled and
shifted a little on the bed.

"Now you tell me," he said. He ran his hand down his stomach and casually
fluffed his cock, which I could see was starting to get hard. "You know,"
he said softly, "it could still be ... just a fuck ... I'm not looking
for any strings right now, no emotional attachments. It'd be just between
us ... if you want."

My heart was beating faster and I could feel my own dick stirring. I
gulped the wine again and looked at Robb. I knew I couldn't deny how much
he turned me on and we had connected so well as friends and if it were
just a fuck, if he went back to California and I went back to ... Mitch.

"That's the thing, though," I said. "I think I am. I think it's time for
some strings, for some attachment. I've fallen in love, Robb, and I don't
want to take any chances."

Robb said nothing for a moment. "He's lucky. You're sure, though? One
last fuck between buddies before you take the big "L" plunge? I could
give you a great memory ... " He spread his legs a little and showed me
his cock, which was nearly erect now.

My breath caught. "God, you don't know how much I'd like to," I said,
almost in a whisper. "But it's more complicated than that now. I could
probably handle it, but ... " I told him about a plan I'd hatched on the
drive home and how even one hot buddy-fuck would prevent me from carrying
out that plan.

Robb finished his wine and took a swig from the bottle. "Jesus, you're a
great guy," he said sadly. "Now I really feel like I've missed out."

For a moment, I said nothing, then I leaned over and hugged Robb, then
gently kissed him. I let my hand trail down his chest and lightly brush
his hard-on. I felt him shiver. I moved closer, until our legs were
touching. I put my right arm around his shoulder and with my left hand, I
traced a trail from his lips, down his chin and his neck, down his chest
and stomach again until I found his cock. I caressed it softly.

"I guess there's one thing we could do ..." I said, my voice catching.
"As buddies." I began to stroke him slowly. He looked into my eyes and I
nodded a little. He smiled and reached over toward me, finding my
now-hard cock. He began to stroke it slowly. We quickly found a rhythm
between us. My cock throbbed and oozed precum.

Neither of us said a word as we continued to stroke. I cupped my hand and
slid it over the head of his cock as I worked it. I felt him shiver a
little as the pam of my hand brushed the sensitive areas. He soon
mimicked the move and I felt the same chill.

Suddenly he looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, I have to do this." He
scooted a little and leaned over, sliding his mouth over my cock. I
started to protest, putting my hand on his head to push him away, but
instead, I found myself running my fingers through his hair, closing my
eyes as his expert mouth worked my cock.

I moaned a little as I felt my cock touch the back of his throat. He
sucked harder, moving his head steadily. Finally, I couldn't hold it back
any more. I tensed up a little and thrust my hips toward Robb's mouth. He
let my cock slide all the way in again as I began to shoot my load.

"Ohhhh .... ahhhh .... unnnhhhh .... oh, shit, Robb, oh, damn ... "

Robb swallowed it all, then sat up and in a quick motion, straddled me,
his knees on either side of my legs. He was on his knees, looking into my
eyes as he stroked his cock. It didn't take long. He didn't break my
glance at all as he began to come. Streams of the warm, white fluid shot
onto my stomach and legs. Robb stroked until nothing more came out, then
he sat back on his heels and smiled.

He climbed off the bead and motioned for me to stay put. He went into the
bathroom. I heard water running. Robb came out with a hand towel and a
wash cloth and he carefully cleaned me up, wiping the cum off my chest
and legs and cock. Then he leaned in and kissed me gently.

"Good night, buddy," he said. He kissed me once more. "And thanks." He
left the room before I could think of anything to say except, "G'night
... "

Robb woke me the next morning by yanking the comforter and sheet off the
bed and opening the blinds, letting the mid-morning sun stream into the
room.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead, it's past 10!" he said. He looked down at me
and grinned. "I guess we've got the rise part covered."

I struggled to get my bearings, trying to focus first on the clock, which
did indeed read 10:22. Shit. I must've been tired to sleep so late. I sat
up and looked around. Robb was dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of cotton
workout shorts. He held two cans of diet Coke, one of which he now
offered to me. I sipped gratefully, then got out of bed, mumbling, "Gotta
pee."

Robb was waiting for me when I got out. I reached for a pair of shorts,
but he stopped me. "C'mon, give me one last show, Nic, you know you
wanna," he said. I shrugged and padded out to the kitchen to find
something to eat.

I saw Robb's bag sitting next to the door and realized I didn't know when
he needed to leave. "When's Shane coming by?" I asked.

"Eleven," he said. "My flight's at 1:30, but we wanted to have brunch...
or something." He grinned.

We chatted while I ate a stale bagle slathered in raspberry jam. A few
minutes before 11, Robb's cell phone rang. He answered it, said a few
words and flipped it shut.

"Shane's just pulling in," he said. "We should say our good-byes." He
stood and I did too. "I can't thank you enough for so many things, Nic.
For being here when I needed a friend, for a fun weekend, for having a
hot friend like Shane, for indulging me ... you know ... last night." He
smiled.

"I should thank you, Robbo," I said. "You've given me a friendship I
needed and you helped me figure a few things out too. Last night was ...
well, a way of showing you how much I love you, how much you mean to me."

"Aw, you're gonna make me cry," Robb said. "C'mere." He took me in his
arms and hugged me tight. He kissed me gently on the lips, then hugged me
again. "I love you too, Niccy," he whispered. He grabbed my ass playfully
and pulled it close in to him. I felt something hard in his shorts and
realized something.

"You're not wearing underwear, you perv!" I said as we broke apart. I
looked down and could see his cock tenting out a little in the cotton
shorts. "They're gonna bust you for indecent exposure!"

"Gotta be ready for the cute flight attendants," he said, winking. He
turned around and unlocked the door, opening it just as Shane rounded the
landing.

"Break it up, you guys!" he said. "This one's gotta go to the airport."
He walked in and kissed Robb on the lips and me on the check, pinching a
nipple with a wry grin. He scooped up Robb's bag with one hand and
grabbed Robb's arm with the other.

"OK, this is good-bye for real," Robb said. He hugged me again quickly
and left me with one last peck on the lips. "You owe me a visit now,
Nic."

"Plan on it," I said. Robb and Shane walked out the door and started down
the steps. I stood in the doorway, wondering if Barry the closet case was
watching across the courtyard. Suddenly, Robb poked his head around the
corner.

"Oh, Nic?" he said. "I forget to tell you. Your office called this
morning, said they wanted to messenger over a copy of your finished
project. I told them it was OK."

"When is the messenger arriving?" I asked.

"Um ..... now," Robb said, and as he disappeared again, a young guy in
shorts and a cotton polo shirt rounded the landing and headed up the
final steps to my apartment. I could hear Robb cackling as he headed for
the car.

"You're gonna pay for this, Robb Parker!" I called out. The messenger
stood in the doorway, trying not to stare at me.

"Um ... you're Nic... um ... uh ... Nic Cawley?" he said. He was tall,
lanky, reddish hair, nice legs, probably a cute smile when he wasn't
staring with his mouth agape. He was clearly flustered.

"I'm Nic," I said. "Come in. You have something for me?"

He thrust a padded envelope and said "I, uh ... you gotta sign here." He
handed me a clipboard. I took it and signed, slowly, watching him as he
tried -- and failed -- not to stare at my crotch. I could feel myself
getting a little hard, knowing he was looking so intently and that was
making him even more flustered. I handed him the clipboard. He mumbled
thanks and stood frozen for a moment, then backed out and stumbled down
the stairs.

I laughed and glanced across the courtyard just in time to see Barry
peeking through the window. I fluffed my cock a little, then turned
around and shut the door.

"Why won't you tell me where we're going?" Mitch said as we headed out of
town.

"Because then it wouldn't be a surprise," I said, trying not to smile too
widely.

"I didn't even know what clothes to pack," he said. "What if I'm dressed
wrong for what we're doing?"

I looked over at Mitch, dressed, as I'd suggested when I called, in jeans
and a polo shirt. "You're dressed right. You're perfect. And don't worry
about later, you'll be wearing what you need to wear then too, I
promise."

He tried to look pouty, but cracked up instead. I'd been planning the
weekend for the better part of three weeks, ever since our getaway to
Flagstaff with Robb and Shane. Getting everything ready hadn't been as
easy as I'd hoped and I now owed several people some serious favors.

About 40 minuted outside the city, I took the freeway exit to Prescott
and about 30 minutes after that, we were on a winding road into the
foothills above Prescott, then into the junipers and pine trees of the
high desert forest.

Finally, hoping I'd remembered Keith's detailed directions, I turned off
onto a barely paved road that twisted and turned through the trees for
about a mile before emerging into a small clearing. A small house sat on
the edge of the clearing. Trees soared behind it; firewood was stacked
along one wall.

"We're here," I said. "Welcome to your fantasy, Mitchell Baxter." I
turned to him and kissed him, drinking in the surprised look on his face.
I watched his eyes, which were taking in the scene as he realized what
I'd done.

"This is .... this is ... the lodge?" he said, his voice shaking a
little.

"Well, it's not exactly a lodge, or even a cabin," I said. "But it's damn
close. And with any luck, by the time I'm through with you, you won't
notice what's missing."

"Nic, I can't believe ... " Mitch said. His eyes were wet, something he
tried to hide quickly. "God, this is so .... this is just great."

I opened the door. "Let's get going then," I said. I popped the trunk and
hauled out our overnighters. At the door, I fumbled with the keys and
finally found the right one. I opened the door and dropped the bags
inside and let Mitch go in first.

I'd actually come up earlier in the week, taking a half day off work to
sneak up and prepare the house, which belonged to Keith, a co-worker. He
was reluctant at first to let me use the place, but when I told him what
I planned, his one little straight romantic gene apparently kicked in and
he agreed, although I had to promise to pick up one of his smaller
projects so he could take a long weekend next month.

"Oh my god!" Mitch said, almost squealing. He ran into the back room,
which was dominated by a rock fireplace. In front of it was a big, white
faux bear rug rug. That belonged to Marissa, who inherited it from an
aunt. I didn't tell her exactly what I planned to do, only that a
romantic weekend was involved. She made me promise not to spill anything
on it and told me I owed her big for letting it out of her house.

"It's all here," Mitch said, overwhelmed and near tears again. "The
fireplace, the rug -- Nic, this is my fantasy!"

"There's no hot tub and the firewood's already chopped, but that's a plus
to me," I said. "This is as close as I could get it all. I hope it's OK."

Mitch raced into my arms and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on me. He wrapped
his arms around me and and squeezed my ass. He came up for breath
finally: "It couldn't be any more perfect," he said. "I don't know what
to say."

He looked around again. "This is going to make my surprise even better,"
he said.

I eyed him quizzically. "You're surprise?" I said. "Since when do you get
to have surprises during my fantasy weekend."

"Since a day or two ago," he said. "And I thought it was my fantasy
weekend!"

We stashed our bags in the bedroom and hauled in some firewood, which we
left by the fireplace. I opened a bottle of wine and we set out to make
dinner. I'd brought up pasta, sauce, salad ingredients and garlic bread.
Nothing too original, but easy enough.

Mitch couldn't stop grinning as we cooked. We went through the first
bottle of wine before the food was ready and polished off the second as
we ate by candlelight. We cleaned up and I told Mitch to relax in the
back room while I built a fire.

After a few false starts, I got it going. I brought out a bottle of
champagne that had been chilling, and some glasses. I opened the bottle
and poured us a little. We clinked glasses and sipped. Then I reached
under a side table and pulled out a wrapped box with a card attached.

"This is for you," I said, handing it to Mitch. "Open the box first, then
the card."

Mitch's eyes widened. "For me? What's the occasion?"

"You'll see," I said. "Open it."

He tore off the wrapping. His eyes showed the surprise I'd hoped for. "A
box of condoms?" he asked. He shook it. "It sounds like it's empty." He
opened it. "It is? What's the ..."

"Now open the card," I said, trying to surpress a grin.

He opened the envelope. The card was standard issue mush -- Hallmark
didn't have anything even close to what I was doing, but it wasn't the
card I wanted him to see. It was the folded paper inside. He finally
spotted it and unfolded it. His eyes widened as he realized what it was.

"Nic," he said softly. "This is ... this ..." His voice choked up.

"I knew I didn't have anything to worry about," I said. "But there was
that one time, back seven months or so ago, with the two guys ... and,
well, we were safe, but I didn't want to risk anything with you. So I
took the test. And I'm negative just like I knew."

Mitch was crying now. I took him in my arms. "Mitch," I said. "I don't
want to play around anymore. I want to be with you ... totally. I want to
be able to be inside you without a layer of latex between us. I want us
to be one, totally. Mitch ... " I took a deep breath. "Mitch, I love
you." This time, my voice cracked.

I felt Mitch sob softly, then look up in my eyes. He kissed me, long and
deep, and this time it felt different. He looked at me again. "Nic, I
don't know what to say," he said. "I've been wanting this ... I was
afraid ... I didn't know ... Nic, Niccy, I love you too. I want you for
me and no one else." Then he started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"My surprise," he said. "It's like ... too much of a coincidence. Nic,
about two weeks ago, they offered all of us at work a free blood screen.
It was only supposed to be for routine things like cholesterol and blood
sugar and all that, but the lab screwed up and ran HIV too and didn't
tell the company until they'd sent out the results. I think there's going
to be some real trouble, but it doesn't matter. Because I'm negative too.
I knew it, but now I know it and you know it and ... and we... "

He didn't finish because I'd planted my lips on his, thrusting my tongue
into his mouth. I pulled him over on me and we kissed hungrily. I stopped
finally and helped him slide off the sofa onto the furry rug. We sat side
by side and kissed for a while. I wanted this to last, to go slow. This
was the right time, at last.

As we kissed, I ran my hand across Mitch's chest and stomach, caressing
him lightly through his shirt. He ran his fingers through my hair. I
moved my mouth to his neck and kissed and sucked. I gently eased him down
onto the rug. I lay on my side, one leg bent. I looked down into his eyes
and caressed his cheek.

I decided to try something I'd seen in movies. I tipped the champagne
bottle into my mouth and took several gulps, holding it inside. Then I
leaned down. Mitch saw what I was doing and opened his mouth. I let the
champagne dribble into his mouth. He choked a little and when I was
through we laughed. I kissed him, tasting the champagne.

Mitch reached up and rubbed my chest and stomach, guiding his hand
beneath my shirt. I shivered as he squeezed my nipples. He helped me take
my shirt off and then I took his off. I eased myself half on top of him,
one of my legs between his. I kissed him and rubbed his chest. I moved my
crotch a little unti l found his and I began to thrust gently, moving my
hips in a slow circle on top of him. He grabbed on to my ass.

I leaned back on my side and ran my hand across his crotch. He was
getting hard inside his jeans. I traced his hardening cock through the
material. I popped the top button, then lowered the zipper slowly. He
raised his hips and let me lower his jeans, leaving him laying on the rug
in pair of black briefs.

"God, you look hot in those," I said. I squeezed his bulge, which was
growing inside the material. "You shouldn't hide in those boxers so
much." He laughed and then pushed me onto my back. He crawled on top of
me and began to suck my nipples. He bit them gently and sucked hard. I
moaned and writhed on the rug.

He squoze my crotch and fumbled with the jeans. I helped unbutton and
unzip them and then raised my hips and lowered the pants, kicking them
off. For some reason I'd pulled out a pair of black briefs too. Mitch saw
them.

"Look who's talking about showing off," he said. "Geez, I should buy you
a whole drawer of those things." He crawled up and kissed me, shifting
his crotch until it was over mine. He thrust his hard cock into mine. We
kissed some more and rolled back and forth on the rug. I could hear the
fire popping in the background.

Finally, I could stand it no more. I rolled Mitch onto his back and
crawled between his legs. I attacked his cock through the shorts, biting
it gently. Then I used my teeth to pull the briefs down. He helped me
with his hands, lifting his hips. His hard cock bounced into my face and
I eased it into my mouth and began to suck, feeling his hardeness against
my throat, tasting his precum. With my left hand, I fondled his balls.

After a few minutes, I came up for air and eased my body around until we
were both on our sides, mouths to cocks. Mitch tore my shorts off and
hungrily swallowed my cock as I took his back in my mouth. We sucked for
a while longer, then I decided it was time.

Without a word, I rolled Mitch on his back again and spread his legs. I
pulled a bottle of lube from under the table and squirted a little on my
cock, which was already wet. I put some on my fingers and rubbed into
Mitch's asshole, pushing one and then two fingers inside. He moaned a
little.

I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and lowered myself until my cock was
against his ass. I guided it with my hand and pushed it slowly into
Mitch. He winced a little, then gasped as I entered him quickly. I felt
his body on my bare cock and I savored the feeling as I began to fuck
him. I looked into his eyes as I thrust my cock into his ass. I reached
for his cock, but he pushed my hand away.

"Not yet," he whispered. "Please, just fuck me now, Nic. Make love to
me."

I felt my cock grow even harder as I did what I'd wanted to for so very
long: I was making love to someone, to the man I loved. I thrust harder,
throwing my head back as I neared climax. I felt the orgasm start. It was
like nothing I'd ever felt. The tingling spread througout my body. I saw
nothing, felt nothing except Mitch as I tensed and began to come. My body
convulsed and I cried out loudly as my cum flowed into Mitch's ass. Mitch
gripped my arms and tighted his legs and ass around me. I continued to
shoot. I cried out again and finally it ended.

I collapsed on top of Mitch. After a moment, I felt my cock slide out of
him. I was going to owe Marissa a dry-cleaning. I crawled up and kissed
Mitch again. I could feel his cock between us, still throbbing.

"Roll over," he whispered. I did. He found a pillow on the sofa and put
it under my crotch, then crawled behind me and grabbed the lube. He
poured some on my ass and on his cock. He used his fingers to work the
lube into me. I relaxed as best as I could as I felt his cock against my
hole.

"Now I'm going to make love to you, Nic," Mitch whispered. "I love you
and I want to be in you tonight."

He pushed, a little clumisly, but finally entered me. He lowered himself
and began to thrust. His hands found mine and our fingers laced together,
gripping tightly as he made love to me. He thrust quickly, trying to find
a rhythm and some traction on the rug. I stopped him.

"Let me ... " I rose on to my knees in front of the soft, gripping the
edge and sticking my ass out. Mitch grabbed my hips and re-entered me. He
began to thrust again. He reached around and tweaked my nipples and bit
my ear. He helped me ease up so our bodies were tightly against each
other. He continued to fuck.

I took his hands and held them tightly against me, thrusting my hips back
toward him in a rhythm that helped him fuck harder. I glanced down and
amazingly saw my cock hard again. I guided Mitch's hand toward it and he
began to stroke it as he thrust into me.

Suddenly, I felt him tense up and he fucked faster and then froze. He
cried out as loudly as I did and gripped me tightly as he came inside me.
I began stroking my cock and managed a second orgasm just as Mitch was
finishing. I came a little more onto the sofa.

MItch dropped back onto the rug and I turned around. I lowered myself
onto him and kissed him, rubbing my body against his, feeling the
slipperiness of the cum. We stayed entwined for a while, kissing, our
legs moving slowly against each other, our arms still exploring.

"Nic, this is ... this is ... it's just more than I ever imagined," he
said finally. "I can't believe I waited so long to find this."

I looked back at him and felt a blaze of emotions envelop me. "I'm glad
you did," I said. "I'm glad we waited for each other."