"Sea Shells" Copyright 1997 by Mathis B. Rogers
This is a Gay Adult Short Story. If you are not of age in your
country, then it is against the law for you to read this story.
This is pure fiction and none of the characters or places are real.
Any resemblance of such is purely coincidental.
Any comments or constructive criticism is welcome. Send them via
email to Mathis B. Rogers <mathis@mathisbrogers.com>
Author's Note: This is the much requested sequel to "Shipwrecked". You
need to visit my web site and get "Shipwrecked" if you haven't read it
since November 26, 1997, before reading "Sea Shells".
Sea Shells
By
Mathis B. Rogers
Copyright 1997
Soft warm lips pressed tenderly against my neck. I moaned.
Lost in a deep sleep, I wasn't totally aware of them. The kisses
moved downward. Across my chest. So soft, so loving and gentle.
Not yet realizing what was happening, I clung to the unconscious
world we call sleep. But my body responded to those warm, soft
kisses. My nipples were erect with anticipation when a hot
tongue flicked over my right nipple. I moaned again as the hot
tongue flicked over my left nipple. Not hurrying, but making
sure that no kiss landed on the same spot twice, the kisser moved
slowly down my stomach, pausing only to flick the hot tongue into
my belly button for just a second before moving further downward.
One kiss on the ridge at the base of the head of my erect organ,
which, by this time was screaming for attention, then my whole
organ was engulfed in a warm, moist mouth.
I moaned again and pressed my hips upward. Opening my eyes,
I looked down and our eyes met. I was lost in the moment. Lost
in those beautiful puppy-dog brown eyes.
The owner of those eyes released my throbbing organ and
raised up. Lying down on top of me and kissing me gently on the
lips, whispered, "Happy anniversary, Kris. I love you."
I wrapped my arms around his strong smooth body. "Oh,
Brad," I sighed, smiling as I pulled him closer to me. "You
remembered."
He looked into my eyes. His full luscious lips only an inch
from mine. "How could I ever forget the first time we made
love?" he asked, softly.
"You'd better never forget," I replied. I kissed him gently
on those full lips. "Happy anniversary to you, too, Brad," I
whispered.
I couldn't believe that it had been two years since we had
met at a party a friend of mine had thrown. It seemed like only
yesterday when I sat at the bar at my friend, Dan's house. Brad
had been about half an hour late. A group of guys flocked to
him, as he liked to say, "Like flies on shit," when he walked in,
wearing a black leather jacket, which he had left open to reveal
his smooth, bronzed, muscular body. He also wore a tight pair of
black shorts and a pair of black leather dress shoes with white
socks. He was a hunk. I saw right through him though. He was
an ass hole. He smiled at me and I rolled my eyes and sighed as
I looked away.
I wasn't the partying kind so I wasn't having a good time.
Later, I was waiting for the bartender to refresh my Sprite, when
someone tried to grope Brad and he dodged their advance, bumping
into me. Luckily, the bartender had just set my drink on the bar
and I hadn't picked it up yet.
"I'm so sorry," he'd said, grabbing me by the arm to keep
his balance and to keep me from falling down. "Are you okay?"
Was that true concern in those beautiful brown eyes?
He led me outside and we sat on a bench in the back yard and
talked while watching the sun set. He was so easy to talk to. I
realized right away that my first impression of him was wrong.
He really was a nice guy.
After it grew dark, he led me back into the living room and
asked me if I wanted to dance as another song began. We dirty
danced for a while, then he turned me around and shoved me up
against the wall. "You can slap the shit out of me if you want
to and I promise I won't hit you," he whispered with his face
next to mine. "but I want to take you home and fuck you."
Then he grinned and added, "But you'll have to drive,
because I've had too much to drink." That grin was all it took.
I was hooked. Since that night, anytime he wanted me to do
anything, all he had to do was grin that grin and I melted. I
slid my arms underneath his jacket and pulled him against me,
kissing him full on the lips.
Except for the music, the room grew quiet. I could see over
his shoulder, everyone in the room had stopped talking and
dancing and were staring at us. I pushed him away and he gasped,
"I'll take that as a yes?"
"Yes," I replied. He turned around to face the mob,
wrapping his arm around me. We headed toward the door.
Glancing down, I noticed he had a hard on. From where I was, I
could see the head of it peaking out the top of his shorts.
Everyone else in the room was checking him out, too, but he made
no move to cover it with his hand. It didn't go down that night
until I had sucked him off twice and he had fucked me three
times. Then he collapsed on top of me and we fell asleep. The
next weekend, he moved in with me.
Brad pressed his hard organ against mine, smiling down at
me. "Get up, sweetheart, we're late," he said, rolling off of me
before I had a chance to stop him.
"But I'm already up," I protested, reaching for him as he
got off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. "And so are
you."
He didn't return. I sighed rushed after him. He had just
stepped into the shower and closed the curtain. "Late for what?"
I asked, opening the curtain and climbing into the shower with
him.
"Huh-uh," he said, turning me around before he turned the
water on. "You have to wait and see. And you're not getting to
take a shower with me, either. We will never get out of here if
you do."
"But today's Saturday. What are we doing up so early? I
wanted to spend our anniversary in bed with you."
He kissed me gently on the lips. "But I have something else
planned for us and it's going to be a lot more fun than staying
in bed with me all day."
I smiled seductively at him. "Nothing could be more fun
than staying in bed with you all day," I protested.
He grinned and pulled the curtain shut without saying
anything. "Don't bother making breakfast," he said, turning on
the water.
By the time I got out of the shower, Brad had gotten out a
clean pair of bikini briefs, shorts and a T-shirt for me to wear
and had placed them on the seat of the toilet so I could get
dressed as soon as I dried off.
"Hurry, honey," Brad said, stepping into the bathroom.
"I've got our bags packed and the car loaded. We're going in
mine. You'll need to pack the toiletries bag, though."
"But where are we going?" I asked, pulling my T-shirt on
over my head.
He grinned at me and kissed me on the lips. "Kris, chill
out," he said. "I have a surprise for you. Will you just be
patient, please?"
"Okay, okay," I replied. He had placed the toiletries bag
on the bathroom counter.
My mind was racing as I finished getting ready and packed up
our toiletries bag. I couldn't figure out what he could have
planned for me. Every day for the past week, I had arrived home
from work a moment before him, just as usual. We had had lunch
together a few times during the week, as usual. Nothing had
changed. If he had planned anything, he must have done it from
work, or on one of the days we hadn't had lunch together. We
usually took our lunch to work, but on Mondays and Fridays, we'd
meet somewhere for lunch. Occasionally, if the weather was nice,
we'd meet at the park with the sack lunches that I fixed, during
the week. That particular week, though, since it had been
unusually nice out for this time of year, the middle of October,
we had met Wednesday and Thursday for lunch in the park.
"You ready, babe?" Brad asked, stepping into the bedroom as
I zipped up the bag after putting our condoms in it. I didn't
know where we were going, but I knew him well enough to know that
he wouldn't plan anything that wouldn't allow us to make love,
especially on the night of our anniversary.
I pulled the small box that I had wrapped on Tuesday out of
its hiding place under the bed. "If I have to wait for your
surprise," I said, grinning at him, "you have to wait for mine."
He smiled and took the toiletries bag from me. I slipped
the box into the pocket on my shorts. "Okay, but you won't be
able to give it to me at the same time I give you mine," he
replied.
"Why not?" I asked.
He grinned and shook his head. "Uh huh," he said. "That's
all you get to know. Come on."
We went out to his red Mustang convertible. It was a stick
shift, and since I couldn't drive a stick shift, he had to drive.
I had a blue, four-door Lexus, that we took when I needed to
drive or we just needed to be a little more comfortable. If it
was the latter reason, then he drove.
A light fog had rolled in earlier that morning and the sun
had not yet burned it off, but it was still warm for mid-October.
Brad drove us out onto the freeway and we headed toward the
marina. A few miles from the marina, to my surprise, he turned
off the freeway and we headed towards my parents house.
"Why are we going to Mom and Dad's?" I asked, as he pulled
into the driveway. He grinned at me, but didn't reply.
He hopped out and opened the door for me. My father opened
the front door as we stepped up on to the porch.
"Morning," he said, happily.
"Morning, Dad," I said, hugging him.
"Happy Anniversary," Dad added.
"Thanks, Ben," Brad said, hugging him, too.
To my surprise, Mother had breakfast ready for us. She sat
us down at the table in the breakfast nook, which had the perfect
view of the sunrise. However, the fog blocked the view of the
sunrise, but it was still a nice morning and I would be eating
with Brad. The man I loved. The man whom I was going to spend
the rest of my life with, if everything went as I had planned.
Mom and Dad had already eaten and they went about their
morning chores while Brad and I had a wonderful breakfast of
waffles and sausage links. "Did you give Mother the menu?" I
asked, before taking a sip of orange juice.
Brad grinned at me. "I thought you'd like something
different for a change," he replied. I usually made him sausage,
eggs and biscuits. He never wanted to vary from that.
Mother floated in occasionally to check on us, but basically
she left us alone to enjoy our anniversary breakfast. "Is
everything okay?" she asked, pouring Brad another cup of coffee.
"It's fantastic, Katherine," Brad replied, smiling up at
her.
"Yes, it is, Mom. Thanks," I said.
After she had returned to the kitchen, I reached into my
shorts pocket and pulled out the small gift that I had tempted
Brad with earlier. I handed it to him. "I love you, Brad," I
said, softly. "Thanks for making the past two years the best
years of my life."
He smiled at me and looked at the gift. Leaning across the
table, he kissed me on the lips. "I love you, too, sweetheart,"
he whispered. "I can't imagine what I would have done for the
past two years without you."
"I don't want to find out, either," I admitted.
"Me neither." He sat back and opened the package. He
opened the box and looked at the contents for a moment. It took
a lot for Brad to cry. I had only seen him cry once and that had
been earlier that summer when we had been shipwrecked on Kilgore
Island in his parent's new house boat.
Brad didn't say a word for a moment. Tears streamed down
his cheeks. He removed the object from the box. He tried to
force a smile, but it was difficult for him to do. Emotions that
I had never seen before were tumbling out of his eyes. "I can't
seem to put it on, Kris," he finally said, although he hadn't
tried. He stood up and pulled me to my feet. "You're looking
for a life-time commitment with this thing," he said. "I want
you to put it on me."
"May I have a life-time commitment?" I asked, taking the
gold, diamond-studded ring from him.
"You've got it, baby," he replied. Our bodies were
touching. We stood so close we were almost one. Brad placed his
right hand on my hip and pulled me closer.
"Did you read the inscription?" I asked, holding the ring up
to him.
He sniffled and took the ring. "I got blurry-eyed and
wasn't abe to," he admitted, taking it from me. "To Brad," he
read, "the diamond that puts the sparkle in my eyes. Love
always, Kris."
Tears streamed freely from his brown eyes. "I love you so
much, Kris," he said. He kissed me on the lips and held me close
to him. I pulled back a little and took the ring from him. I
slipped the ring over his left ring finger. The sun broke
through the hazy fog and flooded the small breakfast nook in a
ray of warmth as our lips touched.
"I love you so much, Brad," I whispered against his mouth.
"I love you, too, sweetheart." We kissed again, then he
pulled me against his warm, strong body. Wrapping his arms
around me, he held me tightly as he continued to let his emotions
out.
"I didn't mean to make you cry," I said, breathing in the
aroma of him as I nuzzled his neck.
"You know they're tears of joy," he replied.
"Yes, I do," I admitted.
We held each other. Lost in each other's love. Standing in
the ray of sunshine, as though God was watching us. Blessing us
with His presence as we held each other. It was the first time
in the two years we had been together that we had ever held each
other for more than a few minutes without getting aroused, not
counting after we had made love and we were laying in each
other's arms and going to sleep.
Brad pulled back and looked down into my eyes, but kept his
arms around me. He had stopped crying. "I love you, Kris," he
repeated. Then he smiled and added, "I don't think my present's
going to top this one."
"I've got all I need right here," I informed him.
He held his left hand up to the light. The sun reflected
off the row of diamonds. "It's beautiful," he said. "Thank you
again."
"You're welcome," I replied. "The inscription almost didn't
fit. If your finger would have been any smaller, it wouldn't
have."
"I'm glad it did. It means the world to me and so do you.
Come on, baby," he whispered. "Let's see if Ben's ready to
go."
I frowned and he pressed his finger against my lips to keep
me quiet. "It's not as good as this one, but I'm sure you will
enjoy it."
"I'll love it, if it's from you," I informed him.
He smiled and led me into the living room where Mom and Dad
were getting ready to tackle cleaning out the fireplace. It
wouldn't be long before they were ready to use it. Weather
forecasters were predicting a wet, cold winter this year. Mom
and Dad loved to sit in front of the fireplace and watch it snow.
Brad and I did, too. Our apartment complex had sent a chimney
sweep to clean ours out the week before, so ours was ready.
"Thanks again for making us breakfast, Katherine," Brad
said, kissing her on the cheek.
"My pleasure," Mom replied.
"Are you sure you don't want us to do the dishes?" I asked.
"No, silly," Mom replied. "That's my anniversary present to
you. And now you all run along and do your thing. Have a great
weekend," she instructed.
"Thanks, Mom," I said, hugging her.
"See what Kris got me?" Brad asked, showing off the ring I
had given him.
"Wow! You must really be worth something for him to spend
that much on you," Dad teased, grinning at me.
"Don't tell him, Dad," I replied, "but I got it out of a
Cracker Jack box."
"Probably," Brad said, hugging me. "Come on, let's go."
To my surprise, Dad had backed his Official Coast Guard
Plymouth out of the garage. He also must have put the top up on
Brad's Mustang, because we had left it down when we went into the
house.
Brad opened the back door for me and motioned me to get in.
I got in and he pushed me over as he sat down next to me. "We're
going in style today," he said, grinning at me as he put his arm
across the back of the seat behind me. I hadn't scooted over as
far as I could have, so our bodies were pressed together.
I placed my hand on his bare leg and lay my head against his
shoulder. Dad drove us to Coast Guard Headquarters. Dad was a
Captain and flew for Search and Rescue. To add to my surprise,
Dad's co-pilot, Lieutenant Paul Duncan had the helicopter warmed
up.
"Hi, guys," Paul said as we climbed out of the car.
"Morning," Brad replied.
Dad popped the trunk and Brad pulled a suitcase out. I was
again surprised. He had said earlier that he had packed our
suitcases, but there was only one; his.
"It's okay, sweetheart," he said, noticing my reaction.
"It's all in here."
Paul took the suitcase from Brad and put it in the storage
compartment on the helicopter while Brad and I made our way
around to the other side. Brad helped me up into the chopper,
then I took his hand and pulled him up. I put on one of the
helmets and handed Brad the other one and turned it on.
"You need to sit here," he instructed through the helmet as
I started to sit down in the inside seat.
"Oh, I get it," I said, "you're going to wait until we get
out over the lake, then you're going to push me out the door."
The helmets had radios in them that allowed anyone wearing
one to speak to anyone wearing one, without having to shout over
the roar of the helicopter. Before Brad could respond to my
comment, Paul said, "Uh oh, Brad, he's got it figured out. We're
going to have to hurry, Ben, before he can escape."
Dad had just climbed into the pilot's seat. "No problem,"
he replied. "I'm ready when you are."
I buckled my seat belt and Brad reached over and took my
hand. He had already buckled his belt. "I've got a good grip on
him," Brad said, holding my hand, tenderly. "He's not getting
away from me."
The fog had totally cleared by the time we reached Coast
Guard Headquarters. Dad lifted the chopper off the ground and
headed toward the lake. Brad leaned over closer to me and we
watched out the window of the door while we sped out over the
open lake. Even though it was still early morning, a glance at
my watch said it was almost nine, there were several boaters
speeding towards the open lake.
"Oh, man," Brad breathed, noticing a few heading the same
direction we were going.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Don't worry about it," he said, disappointedly.
Leaving the boaters behind, Dad and Paul kept the helicopter
on the same course. The course seemed familiar to me, but I
didn't say anything. It appeared we were heading toward Kilgore
Island. A moment later, something caught my eye in the distance.
Kilgore Island lay ahead to the right. I froze as I looked out
across the water to the small island. On the beach, someone had
spelled out: "Kris, I love you. Brad."
I turned to look at Brad. He was grinning from ear to ear.
He knew I had seen it. I was thankful that the helmets we wore
didn't have a face cover, only the microphone blocked the view of
his luscious lips. "I can't believe you did that," I said.
"Thank you so much." I moved our microphones and kissed him on
the lips.
"I love you so much, Brad," I whispered. The microphone was
close enough to my cheek that he was able to hear me.
"I love you too, baby," he replied. He kissed me again as
Dad gently set the helicopter down on the beach.
Several people were already there. By looking at the beach,
I could tell that they had spent the night. Some had tents,
other had just slept in their sleeping bags. As I jumped out of
the helicopter into Paul's strong arms, he grinned at me. "How'd
you like that, Kris?" he asked.
"I love it," I replied, turning around and letting Paul
catch Brad as he jumped down from the helicopter.
"Well, you two have a great weekend," Paul said as Dad came
around from the other side with Brad's suitcase.
"Where's my suitcase?" I asked as Brad took it from him.
Brad kissed me on the cheek. "Silly, this isn't the Ritz
Carlton. We've got everything we need in here."
"About time you got here," I heard behind me. Turning
around, Chad walked up to us.
"Hi, Chad," Brad said, hugging his identical twin brother.
Now that Chad had a tan, too, it was difficult to tell them
apart. Luckily, he hadn't shaved yet this morning. He appeared
to have just woken up a few minutes before we arrived, if not
when we arrived.
"How'd you sleep last night?" Brad asked.
"Don't ask me to ever do this again, bro," Chad replied.
"I'm not the outdoorsy type. I hope you and Kris enjoy your
weekend though. I'm going back to civilization, if you don't
mind."
"Not at all. Thanks again for spending the night out here
for me."
"We'll be back for you tomorrow about noon," Dad said.
"Brad said you've got to do some things to get ready for work
Monday, or we'd leave you here until later. Have a great
weekend."
"Thanks, Dad," I said, hugging him.
Dad, Paul and Chad got into the helicopter and took off.
Brad put his arm around me. There were five couples camping out
on the beach, but they stayed where they had set up camp and
watched, without coming over to see what was going on. Little
did I know that Chad had explained what was going on the night
before and had asked them to let us have as much privacy as
possible. Brad carried the suitcase and kept his arm around me
while he led me over to where the words were spelled out. I
hadn't noticed until then that they were spelled out in sea
shells. Not the small ones either, but the big ones.
"Thank you again, Brad," I said, nuzzling his neck as he set
down the suitcase in front of a tent that set next to the K in
Kris.
"I'm glad you like it," he replied, kissing me on the lips.
We paid no attention to the other campers. Brad put his suitcase
inside the tent, it was obvious that Chad had spent the night in
it.
"Where did you get these sea shells?" I asked, taking his
hand and leading him out to where we could see them better.
"I've never seen any this size around here."
I had never been to Kilgore Island until the day we were
shipwrecked on it. But since then, Brad and I had rented a boat
and came out a few times. We had never spent the night on the
island before and, except for the fact that I'd be with him, I
wasn't really looking forward to it. Our fellow campers were
basically ignoring us at the moment, but I wondered how much
longer that would last. And, I was also worried about what they
might do after we went to bed that night and made love. The tent
was only a two-person pup tent. I didn't think it would offer
much privacy.
Another thing that I didn't like about this was, since we
didn't have any privacy, we wouldn't even be able to make out
until we did go to bed, later that day.
"I had to buy them," Brad admitted. "I tried to find some
but there weren't enough on this entire island to do this.
Luckily, Chad helped me put it together at lunch Thursday. He
also volunteered to spend the night last night, so we would have
the tent here by this morning when we got here. Luckily, no one
bothered it Thursday night or Friday. I just wish that we were
alone, but we can't ask every one to leave, since it's a public
island."
"I love you for taking the time to do it," I said. I still
couldn't believe he had done this.
"Chad took some pictures of it last night when he came out
here. Your dad brought him out here. So, after we get back,
you'll have them to remember it by."
"Oh, I could never forget this," I replied. I kissed him.
"I love you so much, Brad." I smiled as he wrapped his arms
around me and held me while we looked at the sea shells. I
didn't even know that Chad knew my father. Brad had set the
whole thing up and arranged everything from work and had talked
my parents and Chad into helping out. I was thankful that Chad
had taken pictures. I knew that the people at work would never
believe this. I was still in a daze myself.
"Let's go see if there's anyone in the lagoon," Brad said.
"If there's not, then we can move the tent over there."
"But I wanted to stay here with the sea shells," I
protested.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear, even though we were
out of hearing range from the couples on the beach, "But if we go
into the lagoon and no one is there, then we can make out the
rest of the day like you wanted to. Not only that, I can show
you how much I love you."
I felt a little awkward kissing him in front of everyone,
but I did anyway. "I love you, Brad," I said. "Let's go."
As we turned to go inland, I noticed that the O in Love was
right below the boulder his parent's house boat had landed on,
back in the summer. Holding hands, we walked into the palm trees
and headed inland. Five minutes later, we came out on the
clearing. There was a water fall with a cave next to it. The
water fall cascaded into a clear pool. We climbed up on some
rocks, then jumped down onto the sandy beach. The water was so
clear that we could see the sandy bottom. No one seemed to be
around. It was much more breath-taking here than out on the
outside beach. I didn't understand why the couples hadn't set up
here instead of there. "We can put the tent right here," Brad
said. "Since the rocks here will block us from that side of the
island, if anyone comes over here, they won't see us and we won't
see them.
"Okay, I like that idea," I agreed.
We returned to the outside beach and Brad and I began taking
down the tent. "You're not leaving are you?" a chubby blonde-
haired guy asked, coming over to see what we were doing.
"We found a nice spot inside by the lagoon," Brad informed
him. "We're going to move over there. More privacy that way."
"Yeah, it is nice in there," he agreed. "We all thought you
might like it better in there, but Chad told us last night that
you had put this up here so you could see it from the helicopter.
I was going to suggest that you move over there. We all agreed
to save it for you.
"My name is Harvey Wilkins, this is my wife, Stella," he
said.
"Nice to meet you," Brad said. "As you know, this is my
lover, Kris Brown."
"It's really nice of you to do this for Kris," Stella said.
"I wish Harvey would do something like this for me."
"Sorry, honey," he replied. "I just never thought of this."
She smiled at him. I got the feeling he would never think
of doing anything romantic for her, but she loved him anyway.
"Looks like some other boaters are coming out," he changed
the subject, as one of the boats we had passed earlier, arrived.
"I hope they don't bother you, either."
To our surprise, he and Stella helped us take the tent down.
Then they helped us carry the sleeping bag and Brad's suitcase
into the lagoon. After we got the tent set up, we thanked them
and they returned to the outer beach. "I wish we could bring the
sea shells over here, too," I admitted, a little sadly.
He pulled me into his arms. "I know, babe," he said,
softly. "But we will take them home with us tomorrow." He
kissed me gently on the lips.
"Come on, honey, let's go for a swim," he said, breaking the
kiss and slipping off his shirt. He tossed it into the tent then
he stripped his shorts off. I stripped to my briefs, too. I
remembered the first time we had come to this island. Then, we
had been able to skinny dip, since it had rained the day before
and the island was deserted. Since that day, every time we had
come back to the island someone had always been there, so we
couldn't go skinny dipping. We never had the lagoon to ourselves
either. I was thankful that so far we had the lagoon to
ourselves today.
Brad dived into the crystal clear water. I followed. He
turned around and grabbed me and kissed me. "Have I told you
lately how much I love you, Kris?" he asked, softly.
"Every time you look at me," I replied, kissing him on the
lips. "Have I told you lately that you mean the world to me?"
He grinned. "Every time you look at me," he replied.
I ran my hands down his strong, smooth back. He placed his
hands on my hips and pulled me closer against his body as we
kissed. I slipped my hands underneath the tight fabric of the
skimpy red bikini he wore as he pressed his hard rod against
mine.
"I really liked the way you woke me up this morning," I
whispered, squeezing his firm round cheeks as I pushed his briefs
down, exposing them to the clear water. Since the water was
clear, had anyone come in to the area, they would have been able
to see what we were doing.
"If you wouldn't wake up before the alarm goes off every
morning," he replied, "I might do it more often."
"I'll try to do better," I promised. "But I need you to
continue doing it, not just stop once I wake up, like you did
this morning. However," I continued before he could comment, "I
sure have enjoyed this morning. I love you so much."
We continued kissing for a few minutes. The water was
shallow enough where we stood that it came up to my navel. I
stepped back a little and looked down. Brad's eight-inch boner
had popped out of the top of his briefs. I had pushed them down
over his ass cheeks, so he was totally exposed to anyone who
might happen by. He grinned at me and said, "Now look what
you've gone and done, Kris, you made me horny."
"I guess I'll have to take care of that, won't I?" I
replied, wrapping my hand around his hard rod.
Picking me up by my bottom, he pulled me against him and
kissed me on the lips. As we kissed, he carried me back over to
the beach. He grabbed a beach towel out of the tent and spread
it out. After taking off his briefs, he lay down on his back,
spreading his legs. "You'd better take care of it with your
mouth, babe," he said. "I love it when you do that."
I was more than a little bit nervous about making love to
him on the beach, since I knew that there were at least six
couples only a five minute walk, away, but I loved him so much
and I hadn't had my lips around that big hunk of meat of his in
over twelve hours. Since we had been together, we had never gone
more than twelve hours without making love.
I lay down between his legs, keeping as much of my body on
the beach towel as I could. I gently kissed the head of his
swollen rod. "Oh, yeah, there you go, babe," he moaned.
I flicked my tongue across the sensitive ridge at the base
of the head. He moaned again. I ran my tongue down the back of
his rod. I nuzzled his sack and buried my nose in his warm, wet
bush. I preferred it dry, but we had just gotten out of the
water.
Tantalizingly slow, I licked my way back up to the head of
his organ. Gently, slowly, I licked the sensitive ridge again.
I could tell I was driving him crazy. He loved it when I did
that. I kissed the head again, then slowly eased it into my
mouth. Since I had a small mouth, it was difficult to get him
all the way in, like I wanted to, but he enjoyed what I could do.
I relaxed my jaw bones as much as I could and lowered myself
a little deeper on his rod. Brad was a pre-mature ejaculator, so
I knew it wouldn't take long before he blasted his wad down my
throat. I was thankful that he was always ready to go again a
few minutes later, though. The second time, he could last up to
an hour.
I decided that since this was our second anniversary, that I
was going to make him hold off as long as I could on his first
orgasm. Not moving my head, I sucked with my mouth only. "Mm,
that's it, babe," he gasped. "That's fantastic."
I ran my hands up over his strong, smooth stomach and, using
my thumbs, flicked his erect nipples. He gasped. "Oh, baby, I
love the way you suck my dick."
I could taste the salty-pre-cum leaking out of his slit. I
knew he was getting close. I flicked his nipples again, then
pressed his body with my hands as I brought them back down,
slowly. "Oh, baby, this is going to be the biggest blast I've
ever given you," he gasped. I felt his cock twitch in my mouth.
I flicked my tongue across the sensitive ridge again. He
flinched. I watched his handsome face. He had his eyes closed;
his lips parted slightly. I released his organ and it slapped
against his stomach.
He opened his eyes and frowned at me. I sat back on my
haunches and grinned at him. "What the fuck do you think you're
doing?" he asked.
Leaning across his body, I kissed him on the lips. "I want
to make you suffer like you did me this morning," I teased.
Brad didn't say a word. He made a pass at me and grinned
that grin that drove me wild. I had just started to give in to
that grin and go back down on him, when he wrapped his arms
around me and rolled me onto my back on the sand. "I love you,"
he whispered and kissed me as he pressed his hard body against
me.
"I love you, too, Brad," I replied.
We kissed passionately for a few minutes, then, he kissed me
gently on the neck. He raised up a little and started his way
downward. Nothing was said. One soft kiss at a time, he made
his way down to my chest. He let his hot tongue flick across my
erect nipple, then he kissed his way over to my left nipple. It
was the same thing he had done that morning when he woke me up.
This time, I knew he would finish what he started. One kiss at a
time, never kissing the same place twice, not rushing, he made
his way downward, only stopping a moment to flick his hot tongue
into my belly button.
He raised up and spread my legs, before he got as far as he
had that morning. He pulled my briefs off and tossed them over
to the door of the tent. Gently, he picked me up and lay me back
down on top of the towel. He kissed the head of my swollen rod,
then he engulfed it into his warm moist mouth. Since I wasn't as
big as him and his mouth was bigger than mine, he was able to do
everything to me that I had done to him, without moving his head.
He was driving me wild, flicking the sensitive ridge of my member
with that hot tongue. Slowly, he sucked it like a lollypop. I
placed my hands on his head and pressed my hips up against him.
He knew what I wanted when I did that.
He released my member and spat on his fingers, then he took
my member back in his mouth. Ever so gently, he eased his wet
forefinger across my ass hole. Lubricating it just enough to let
his finger slide gently in.
Still sucking, he slowly eased his finger in a little
further. Moments later, I felt him ease it out. He returned it
with a second finger. Brad knew that when he could get three
fingers inside me, then I was ready for his big cock.
I moaned and wiggled my bottom against his fingers, not only
pressing them deeper inside me, but also pressing myself deeper
into his mouth. He sucked harder. He knew I was getting close.
I moaned and he sucked even harder, pressing another finger into
my love hole. It would not have surprised me if he had stopped
right then, since I had stopped on him, but he didn't. He sucked
harder, pressing his three fingers in as far as they would go.
With my legs spread, I squeezed my ass muscles around those
wonderful fingers. He pressed in deeper and I moaned as I
blasted my load of love-juice down his hot throat.
Brad let go of my tender member and kissed his way slowly
back up. Laying down on top of me, he kissed me on my lips.
"That was the best, babe," I whispered against his mouth. I
kissed him again, savoring the flavor of him and my seed.
"I love you, Kris," he whispered.
"I love you, too, Bradley," I replied.
We kissed for a few more minutes. "I'll finish you off now,
if you want me to," I whispered.
Brad grinned. "Would you, please?" he asked.
"Of course," I replied. He rolled over onto his back and I
lay down between his legs again. He was still hard as a brick.
I flicked my tongue across the ridge of his hard cock,
again. To our surprise, he flinched and, before I could get my
mouth over the head, he blasted a stream of cum that splattered
against his chin. To my surprise, he didn't yell, "ARRRGHHH",
like he usually did when he came. Since our neighbor had told us
that summer that he and his wife heard him every time he came, we
had been working on keeping him quiet, but this time, the orgasm
snuck up on him and he didn't even know it was coming. However,
I knew that he wasn't finished yet. There was the amount of what
a normal man would squirt spread across Brad's firm bronzed
chest, but Brad always had at least twice that much to squirt
when he came, whether he was ejaculating the first time, or the
second time. Being as gentle as I could, I engulfed the head of
his member and sucked slowly, being very careful not to tantalize
the sensitive ridge because I knew it would hurt him. As I
sucked, I was well rewarded for my gentleness. Brad placed his
hand on my head and pressed his hips upwards. He was always
careful to never push his cock so far into my small mouth that it
would hurt me. He pulled back a little and pressed in one more
time. He moaned quietly as more semen blasted down my throat.
His final blast for the moment, I could tell, but I gently sucked
some more, just in case.
"Oh, that's great, babe," he whispered. I knew then, he was
through. I kissed my way up his stomach, across the washboard
abs, licking up his semen as I went. When I reached his chin, I
licked up what had hit him there, before kissing him deeply on
the mouth. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against
him. Rolling me over onto my back as he lay down on top of me,
we continued to kiss.
A few minutes later, Brad raised up and looked around.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing," he replied, pulling me to my feet. "Let's jump
in the lagoon for a minute and wash this sand and cum off."
"Okay," I replied. We dove into the cool water. The sun
had been beating down on us and I hadn't realized how hot it had
turned. Luckily, we had good tans, so we hadn't burned during
our escapade.
Slinging the water from his brown hair, Brad walked back to
the shore. His hair went to the back, as though he had combed it
back. I realized again how difficult it would be to tell him and
his brother apart if they had both been there at that moment. I
was thankful that Brad had a small mole at the edge of his pubic
hair and Chad didn't. At times like this, that would be the only
way I would be able to tell them apart. However, I knew that the
way Brad looked at me would also give him away. Chad never
looked at me with the love that Brad did.
Brad's organ was rigid again. He reached over and pulled me
against his hard body. "Let's go get in the tent for a little
while," he suggested, before kissing me on the lips. "We don't
want to burn anything important, now do we?"
I wrapped my hand around his stiff rod and stroked it a few
times. "We sure don't," I replied.
Brad grabbed the beach towel and shook the sand out of it.
He carefully dried me off, then I used it to dry him off,
spending an extra amount of time on his organ and pubic hair.
I crawled into the tent and lay down on the sleeping bag.
It was a double. Brad crawled in and lay down next to me, then
reached over and closed the flap to the tent. "No one should
bother us, but this will give us a chance to put our briefs on in
case they do," he said.
"It might get awful hot in here with the flap closed," I
said, stroking his hard organ, again.
He grinned at me. "It's going to get hot in here, anyway,"
he said, seductively.
"Mm, I can't wait," I replied. I kissed him on the lips as
I continued stroking him.
"Mm, that feels so good, babe," he gasped. "Is that little
ass of your still ready?"
I grinned at him and pushed him down on his back. "Not
yet," I replied. "I've got something else planned for you right
now."
"Oh, really? What's that?" he asked.
"You'll see," I replied. I kissed him again, then I kissed
my way down his hard chest and stomach, stopping for only a
moment to flick my tongue across his hard nipples. I didn't go
as slow as he had on me, but I was driving him crazy, I could
tell.
As I took his organ in my mouth again, he placed his hand
under my chin and started to pull me back up. "Baby you know you
can't make me cum that way again."
I shook my head and smiled. "I'm not trying to," I replied.
"I'm just trying to make you feel good."
"Mm, that you are doing," he admitted.
I spread his legs and continued kissing his hard organ. He
lay back and closed his eyes. I watched his handsome face as I
flicked my tongue across the ridge at the base of his head. I
kissed my way down to his sack, then nuzzled his sack. Taking
one ball in my mouth, I buried my nose in his warm soft bush.
Using my hands, I raised his legs up and spread them, exposing
his pink puckered hole. I gently licked my way down to that hot
hole. I had rimmed him several times in our two years together,
but not nearly as often as he had rimmed me.
"Oh, yeah, Kris, eat my ass," he moaned as I flicked my
tongue over his rosebud. I stuck my tongue as deep in his hole
as I could get it. I loved the flavor of him. He rubbed my head
and pressed his hips against my face as I continued to eat him
out. Using my hand, I gently continued to stroke his meat as I
feasted on his ass. I could tell by his facial expressions that
he was in heaven.
After a few minutes, he gasped, "Oh baby, I want my dick up
your tight ass."
I kissed his sack again as I raised up. "Get a condom
ready, baby," I whispered. He grinned and rolled over on his
stomach as he reached for his suitcase. He had put our
toiletries bag in it after we got out to the car, but I had
already gotten in the car, that's why I didn't notice that he had
only packed one suitcase.
Even though we had been together for two years now and we
had both been tested for Aids recently and we were both clean, I
still insisted that he use a condom when he fucked me, because he
always shot so much cum, I'd have the shits for days if he didn't
wear one. Brad raised up on his knees while he opened his
suitcase. I kissed his firm round bottom and, placing my hands
on his cheeks, spread them wide so that I could continue rimming
him. He moaned and pressed back against me, placing his hands on
the ground. "Oh baby, that's so good," he gasped.
I stuck a finger inside him. He gasped again. He was not a
virgin, but he had told me that he had only been fucked once and
didn't care for it. That made us the perfect couple because I
didn't like to fuck, either. I moved my index finger around in
his tight hole for a few minutes. He didn't stop me. I could
tell he was enjoying it. I had never gone this far before. I
usually just rimmed him for a while, then he'd fuck me.
I gently pressed another finger into his love hole. "Baby,
what are you doing?" he moaned. "That feels so good."
Obviously, the person he had let fuck him before, hadn't
done a good job of it. I replaced my fingers with my tongue
again. He pressed back against me, burying my nose in his ass
crack. I had to move a little so I could breathe. Slowly, I
began kissing my way up his strong, smooth, tanned back. When my
hips got even with his, I kissed him gently on the back of the
neck. "I love you, Brad," I whispered.
"Mm. I love you, too, Kristopher," he moaned.
As gentle as he had been to me, nearly every night for the
past two years, I eased the head of my hard rod into his love
hole. He flinched as I broke past the tight sphincter, but he
didn't stop me. I kissed him on the ear and ran my tongue around
the outside. He giggled and turned a little to face me, pressing
his hips against me, driving my hard organ all the way into him.
Placing my hands on his hips, I slowly begin to pump. I
didn't like doing doggy-style because he couldn't hold me while
he did me and it made my knees hurt. I preferred missionary-
style. That way I could hold him and kiss him while he drove his
hard rod into me. However, my rod wasn't as long as his, so it
wouldn't have worked for me to do missionary-style to him. I
still couldn't believe that I was so horny for him that I was
actually fucking him.
Doing what I had done to him so many times, he squeezed his
ass muscles around my swollen member. It was actually feeling
better with Brad than it had ever felt before. Maybe it was just
because I was in love with him and I wanted to make him feel as
good as he made me feel.
I reached underneath him and my hand was met by a wet blob
of pre-cum that streamed out of his hard rod down to the sleeping
bag. "You gonna cum up my ass, babe?" he asked as I began
speeding up. I didn't respond, but I tried to hold off. I
pressed my cock deep inside him and held very still. I grabbed
his cock and slowly started stroking it. He moaned and started
pressing back and forth on my rod, all the way up against my
bush. He was riding me and making his cock slip faster and
faster through my wet hand.
"I'm getting close, baby," I gasped. I could feel my
testicles contract up inside their sack. My body trembled. I
pulled out of his ass one moment before I squirted a stream of
cum out across his back. My body writhed uncontrollably for a
moment, then another blast hit him in the back of the head,
sticking to his short brown hair.
"I made a mess," I gasped. I couldn't move. That had been
the best orgasm I had ever had.
He turned to face me, but didn't let his back touch the
sleeping bag. "Are you going to be able to clean it up, or am I
going to have to go jump in the lagoon?" he asked.
I couldn't catch my breath. "I think you'd better go jump
in the lake," I tried to tease. I reached over and took his
still hard member in my left hand and the condom he held in my
other hand. "But hurry, because I want this inside me, now."
I was drenched with sweat and so was he. It was very hot in
the small confines of the pup-tent. I still hadn't caught my
breath. He raised up and grabbed me and drug me out the door.
"Come on baby," he said, "let's both get cooled off a little. We
have the rest of the weekend to get this monster up your ass.
We're in no hurry."
We dove into the cool water. I gasped for air. It was
colder now than it had been earlier, but that was only because we
were hot and sweaty. I grinned and pressed my body against him.
"You might not be in any hurry," I replied, "but I am dying to
get that monster up my ass."
"Mm, I like that idea, too," he replied, tenderly. He
placed his warm strong hand on my hip and kissed me on the lips.
He lead me back to the beach again and, again, we dried each
other off. This time he left the flap open as we lay down on the
sleeping bag. It was still a little stuffy in the hot tent, but
he opened a little window at the back and the gentle breeze blew
through the tent, cooling our hot bodies a little. "I guess I
should have done that earlier, but I forgot it was there," he
admitted.
He grinned down at me and said, "Now, where were we?"
I pulled him down against me and kissed him. "I love you,"
I replied.
"I love you, too," he said, picking up the condom that I had
left laying on the edge of the bag.
Brad had not lost his erection. He opened the condom and I
slipped it down over his hard member. Spreading my legs, I
guided his hard rod to my opening. "It's been a while since I
got you ready," he said, "are you sure it's ready?"
"Maybe you'd better check," I admitted.
Brad spat on his fingers and pressed a one of them up inside
me. I moaned. I was still ready for him. He added another
finger just to make sure. Then another. He spat on his fingers
again. Using the saliva, he stroked his condom-clad dick. I
spread my legs a little further and he placed one hand on my knee
and used the other to guide himself into my waiting love hole.
Ever so gently, he eased himself in. I gasped as the head broke
through the tight muscle, but it didn't hurt, it just felt
fantastic. Brad placed his arms around my thighs and pulled me
against him, pressing his hard rod deep inside me. I moaned
again as I felt his warm soft bush press against my testicles.
Brad grinned and lay down on top of me, kissing me gently on
the lips. "You've been wanting this all day, haven't you
sweetheart?"
"I sure have, babe," I replied. I wrapped my arms around
his strong body and kissed him on those full, luscious lips.
Brad kissed me and started to pump slowly. I raised my hips
up to greet him on each downward stroke. We had our rhythm.
Nothing in this world could ever feel better to me than having
the man I loved with all my heart, pressing his eight-inch rod
deep inside me while he lay on top of me, kissing me on the lips
while I ran my hands over his strong smooth sides and back.
After a few minutes had passed, I noticed Brad speed up. He
had never come this quick on the second time around, but I did
know that after me fucking him and us spending time in the water,
his body might have considered it was the first time again.
"No, baby," I whispered against his mouth. "Stop. Wait a
few minutes. I want to make this last a long time."
"I'll try, baby," he whispered. Kissing me on the lips,
Brad pressed his hard rod all the way in and held it there for a
moment. I felt it expand inside of me. There was no stopping
him, even though he did try to hold it. His body trembled. I
clung to his strong body as his organ exploded deep inside me. I
kept my mouth closed over his and he let out a muffled cry and
collapsed on top of me.
"Oh, baby," he gasped. "I'm sorry, I tried. I think you're
getting better every time."
I gently squeezed his nice round buttocks. "It's okay,
sweetheart," I said, pulling him down with his head against mine.
"I love you. I think you're getting better every time, too."
"Mr. Peterson? Mr. Peterson?" I heard an unfamiliar voice
call. I woke up and looked around. I lay with my head on Brad's
shoulder. His arm was around me. The flap of the tent was open
and the stranger was looking in at us. Brad and I were still
nude and uncovered.
The stranger smiled at me as I sat up. "Sorry to wake you
up, Mr. Brown," he said. "But your lunch is here."
Brad stirred. "Honey, lunch is here," I whispered, grabbing
my briefs and pulling them on.
"Good," Brad replied. "Thanks, Jack," he said, sitting up
and grabbing his briefs. "We'll be right out."
"Very well, Mr. Peterson," Jack said.
The little stretch of beach we were on was only about twenty
feet long. It was the only place around the entire lagoon where
anyone could comfortably camp. There was an old tree at the end
of the beach. It's branches provided good shade for that part of
the beach and also hung out over the water. There was a younger,
smaller tree on the end we were and it's branches protected our
tent a little from the suns hot rays.
I didn't know how long Brad and I had slept, but it was
noon now. The stranger, to my surprise, had placed a card table
on the beach underneath the old tree. It was covered with a
white table cloth and there were three silver covered dishes
setting on the table. One in the middle, two on each side where
a place-setting was. I couldn't believe that Brad had had a
caterer bring us lunch, but I had been wondering what we were
going to do for food, since we hadn't brought anything to eat and
neither one of us cared to fish, either.
"I'm so glad you found us, Jack," Brad said, pulling a chair
out for me.
"The Wilkins showed us where you are," he admitted. "They
were surprised when we showed up."
"I bet," Brad replied, taking his place across from me.
"I hope you enjoy your meal," Jack said. He poured us both
a glass of iced tea.
Brad thanked him and raised his glass in a toast. "Here's
to the man I love," he said. "The last two years have been the
happiest two years of my life. I am anxious to spend the rest of
my life with you, Kris."
I beamed. "I'll drink to that," I replied. "I feel the
same way, on both accounts."
Neither one of us realized how thirsty we were, we wound up
drinking the entire glass of refreshing cold liquid in almost one
gulp. Jack smiled and refilled our glasses.
We took a small sip and set them down on the table. Jack
put his hand on top the two covered dishes in front of us. Brad
placed his hand on top of Jack's. "Now Kris," he said. "This
isn't going to be as good as your cooking, but I think you'll
enjoy it."
"If you arranged it, sweetheart," I said, "I'm sure it will
be fantastic. Besides, I'm starving."
Brad grinned and let go of Jack's hand. Jack removed the
covers off the dishes in front of us at the same time. Then he
removed the one in the center. I had to bite my bottom lip to
keep from laughing and crying at the same time. The catered
covered dish meal we were about to receive was nothing more than
two hamburgers from our favorite burger joint located just down
the street from our apartment. On the center plate was a large
box of fries. Brad and I always shared a large box.
Brad's brown eyes sparkled as he smiled at me. A look of
hope on his handsome face. "I love it," I said, in answer to his
unspoken question. Leaning across the table, I kissed him and
said, "I love you, too. Thank you so much for this weekend."
"My pleasure," he replied. "I love you, too."
The water fall and a few birds that we couldn't see were the
only sounds we heard while we ate. Jack disappeared into the
brush, but he seemed to be there every time our glasses needed a
refill.
"I have to admit," I said, dipping a fry in ketchup, "I was
wondering what we were going to eat, besides each other, this
weekend."
He grinned at me. "Well, man doesn't live by protein alone,
sweetheart," he said. "Jack will be back at six with dinner,
then in the morning at eight with breakfast. Since your dad will
be here to get us at noon, we'll do lunch later."
"Thank you again, Brad," I said, wiping the last of the
ketchup off my mouth. "I love you so much. I can't believe you
did this."
Holding up his left hand, he said, "I can't believe you did
this. This is way too much and I love you so much for doing it.
You mean the world to me, too, sweetheart." Brad stood up and
pulled me to my feet. He kissed me gently on the lips and held
me tight.
"I love you, too, Brad," I whispered.
We stood there holding each other for a few minutes.
"Excuse me, sir," Jack said. "Would you like for us to
clear the table now?"
"Certainly," Brad replied. He put his arm around me and
guided me back over to the tent. Another man whom I thought
looked familiar, but I couldn't place, helped Jack clear the
table.
"You might as well leave the table here, Jack," Brad said.
"That way you won't have to carry it back out here later."
"Thank you, sir," Jack said. I noticed they also left a
cooler setting underneath the table.
"If you want something to drink, there's plenty of soda in
the cooler," Jack said, following my gaze.
"Thank you," I replied. "And thanks for bringing us lunch."
"My pleasure," he replied.
He grinned at Brad and he and the other guy who looked so
familiar to me, left, taking the table cloth and the dishes we
had used.
"What catering service was that?" I asked as Brad nuzzled my
neck.
"Mm, what catering service?" he asked, pulling me closer to
him and kissing me on the lips so I couldn't respond.
"Let's go make sure your sea shells are okay," he whispered
as he broke the kiss.
I got the hint he wasn't going to answer my question, so I
didn't pry. He reached into the tent and pulled out the T-shirts
that we had worn to the island that morning. "You'd better put
this on, sweetheart," he said. "I don't want all those guys out
there getting horny with you just wearing that skimpy bikini."
He slipped his T-shirt on and I asked, "Are you sure it's
not you that's going to be getting horny, instead of them?"
His response was to smile and reach into the tent again.
This time retrieving the shorts we had worn. He kissed me on the
lips as he handed them to me. "Honey, you can wear a gunny-sack
and I'd still get horny looking at you."
I pressed my body against him and he wrapped his arms around
me. "Maybe we should lay back down for a while before going to
check on the shells," I whispered against his mouth.
"Mm, maybe we should," he agreed. He kissed me gently then
added, "but I think we need to wait a little while. Let my sack
build up another big wad for you. I still can't believe the way
I blasted when you kissed it earlier, or the way I blasted inside
of you."
I noticed he didn't mention that I had fucked him. We
hadn't talked about it. I wasn't going to bring it up, for fear
that he might have really been mad at me for doing him. "Okay, I
like your big loads," I replied, kissing him on the cheek. "I
love you anyway I can get you."
He smiled and chuckled, but just put his arm around me and
guided me toward the outer beach without saying anything.
The sea shells had not been bothered. The Wilkins' had
moved over to where our tent had been, to guard them. Several of
the other campers had gotten together and set up a volley ball
net and they were playing volley ball.
"Hi, Brad, Kris," Stella said, noticing us come out onto the
beach. "How's your anniversary going?"
"Great," Brad replied. "Thanks for sending the caterers in
for us and keeping everyone else out."
"Our pleasure," Harvey said, winking at Stella. I frowned
as Brad led me around to look at the sea shells again. I wished
I could remember where I had seen that second guy.
"How are you going to take them home with you?" Stella
wanted to know. "Or are you going to leave them here?"
"Kris' dad is bringing us a big sack to put them in, when he
comes back tomorrow," Brad replied.
"How many of them are there?" a freckled red-head asked as
she caught the volley ball right before it crashed into the
Wilkins' tent.
"Three hundred," he replied, to my surprise. I was dying to
ask him how much they cost, but I would have been upset if he had
asked how much the ring - the one that I did not get out of a
Cracker Jack box - cost, including the engraving, so I held my
tongue.
"We just lost this game," the red-head said. "Would you
like to join us for a game?"
I did not care for sports and Brad knew it. He looked at me
and I shrugged. "If you want to, I'm game," I replied.
"Maybe just one?" he asked.
"Okay."
I noticed Harvey give Stella a "why won't you ever do that?"
look, but neither of them said anything. I also noticed that
neither of the Wilkins played, either.
Brad and I were on the same team. If the ball came to me, I
hit it to him, then he'd send it over the net for a point. We
had just won our forth game when the red-head, who happened to be
on the other team, said, "I think we should split Kris and Brad
up. They're too good together."
Brad wrapped his arm around me and smiled. "Sorry,
Jessica," he said, "Kris is mine. I either play with him or no
one."
Jessica blushed. A couple of the guys snickered.
I smiled as Brad frowned. He hadn't caught what he had
said. "I think I'm ready to go get one of those sodas," I said,
before Brad could embarrass us further by asking what he had
said.
I thanked everyone for letting us play and for letting us
have the lagoon to ourselves and we headed back inland.
"Are you going to come back and watch the sun set?" Stella
asked, us as we walked by their tent.
We would not be able to enjoy it from our inner sanctuary.
Brad and I both remembered the beautiful sunset we had witnessed
on the island back in the summer, after the storm. But we hadn't
been alone that evening. We wouldn't be alone today, either.
"We'll see," Brad replied, taking my hand.
"Okay, well, if you want to, you can sit here with us,"
Stella offered.
"Thanks," Brad replied.
I glanced at my watch for the first time all afternoon as
Brad grabbed us a couple of cold sodas out off the cooler that
Jack had left. "Thanks, hon," I said, taking it from him. "I
can't believe it's already five-thirty."
"You're kidding?" he said, looking at his own watch. "I
can't either." He leaned over and kissed me. "Thanks for
playing ball with me. I enjoyed it."
"So did I," I admitted. "I love you."
"I love you, too, sweetheart," he said. "You wanna jump in
the lagoon for a minute before dinner gets here?"
"Sure." I set my soda on the table and stripped to my
bikini briefs. Since our dinner was on the way, there was no way
I was going to expose myself to Jack again.
As I dove into the crystal clear water, I wondered what Jack
would be bringing for dinner. I loved Brad so much that if it
was another hamburger, I wouldn't mind one bit.
Brad pulled me into his arms and kissed me. "I love you,
Kris," he whispered.
"I love you, too, Brad. I'm having a blast."
"I am, too," he said.
"I do have a major problem, though," I admitted.
"What's that?" he asked, looking at me, worriedly.
"I gotta go potty," I said.
He grinned. "I was wondering when you were going to do
that," he said. "Actually, I gotta go, too. Come on, let's
hurry so we can get back before Jack gets here."
Brad lead me out of the water and over the rocks, then down
a little path to the south of the one we had been taking to get
into the lagoon and back to the outer beach. Of the few times we
had been there, except for the time we were on the boat, we had
never had to go potty, only to urinate and we usually just went
behind a tree to do that. Therefore, I was surprised when we
came out on a small clearing where there was a brick building
that had a sign above the door that said, "Restrooms". We went
into the one marked "Men" and I was even more surprised to
discover there were three stalls, two urinals and three sinks.
At the back of the room there were three shower stalls.
"Are you sure we're not supposed to be paying to use this?"
I asked, closing a stall door.
He took the stall next to me and replied, "We do, baby.
It's included in the property taxes everyone who owns a house or
something pays every month. Therefore, every time we dole out
the money for the rent, it gets paid for. There are a lot of
people who are property owners who don't know that, but it was
voted on about three years ago. The public passed it."
After we finished relieving ourselves, we washed up at the
sink, using the soap that was provided. "We can come back and
get a shower before we go to bed," Brad said, as we headed back
to the lagoon.
"Good idea," I said. "I'd like to get this sweat and sun
tan lotion off before going to bed."
"Well, I'm sure that we'll work up a little more sweat
before we go to sleep," Brad replied with a grin, "but it'd be
nice to get refreshed first."
When we got back to the lagoon, Brad got a couple of beach
towels out and spread them out on the sand. He lay down and
pulled me down into his arms. "I love you, Kris," he said,
kissing me gently on the cheek. "I hope you've had as good of a
day as I have."
I snuggled against him and kissed him on the lips before
replying. "I sure have," I said.
Brad pulled me up a little and kissed me on the lips again.
I ran my hand over his hard abs and had just placed my hand on
his growing organ when we heard, "No, Tony, I didn't forget it."
Brad pulled out of my arms and we looked up just in time to
see Jack jump down off the rocks. Tony, the guy I hadn't
remembered where I had seen before, handed him a cooler and then
jumped down onto the sand. "Hi, guys," Brad said, getting up.
"Do we need to dress for dinner?"
"Only if you want to," Jack replied.
I noticed Tony run his eyes approvingly over Brad's firm,
bronzed body. When his green eyes landed on Brad's package,
which the red bikini briefs hardly covered, a bulge developed in
his own shorts. Not realizing that anyone was watching him, he
quickly removed the lid of the cooler and took out the table
cloth and held it in front of him while he waited for Jack to
wipe the table down so he could spread it on the table.
Our dinners were already on covered plates in the cooler. I
wasn't sure how they stayed warm, until I stepped over to sit
down, and noticed there was no ice in the cooler.
Tony disappeared over the rocks and returned a moment later
with another cooler that had fresh ice in it. Jack prepared our
iced tea and we sat down to eat. This time, Jack had placed only
two covered dishes on the table. He removed the silver covers.
I grinned and looked up at Brad. "Thank you," I said. "I love
it."
The meal was grilled chicken smothered in mushroom sauce on
a bed of rice. Brad grinned at me. "You'd better taste it
before you say that, Kris," he said. "I don't know if these guys
can cook or not."
Jack placed a basket of croissant rolls on the table between
us. "If you don't like it," he said, "you can tell the chef when
you see her tomorrow afternoon when you pick up Mr. Peterson's
car. Tony and I are only the delivery boys, we don't cook."
"You mean Mom made this?" I asked.
"She insisted," Brad replied with a shrug, but scowled at
Jack for telling me that. "I tried to tell her that breakfast
would be enough, but she wanted to. And you know your mom, you
don't argue with her when she wants to do something for you."
I smiled. "That's true."
Jack and Tony disappeared again and Brad and I held hands
while we ate. "This is great," I said. "I'll have to get his
recipe from Mom. If you like it, that is."
"Mm, I'd love for you to make this, babe," he replied,
spreading butter on another croissant.
I put my fork down and took a sip of tea. "Does Jack work
at the bank, too?" I asked.
His hand paused as he started to take a bite of rice. "What
makes you ask that?" he asked.
"When I heard Jack say Tony's name, I remembered where I'd
seen Tony before. He works at the bank with you."
Brad glanced in the direction of where they had disappeared,
took a deep breath and sighed. "I forgot that you had seen him,"
Brad admitted. "Yeah. They both work there. It was real nice
of them to volunteer to do this. I rented the boat and talked
your mom into doing breakfast this morning. She really did
insist on doing dinner tonight. I know we both like burgers from
Barry's Burger Barn, so I had them pick up some from there for
lunch. Mom supplied the table, table cloth and coolers. And,
believe it or not, your grandmother supplied the silver covered
dishes, the dishes and she'll be making breakfast for us in the
morning."
I wasn't surprised that Grandma would do that, but I was
surprised that Grandpa would let her. He had never said
anything, but he didn't approve of "his little boy" as he called
me, since I was his youngest grandchild, being gay.
After we finished eating, Tony brought out a portable
cassette player and set it on the table. Brad pulled me to my
feet and nodded to Tony. He turned it on and it began playing
'our song', which was "When We Make Love," by Alabama.
Brad held me close while we danced to our song, shuffling
our feet in the warm sand, to the beat of the music. When the
song finished, Brad kissed me gently on the lips. "I love you,
Kris," he whispered.
"I love you, too, Brad," I replied. We kissed again for a
while, then we turned back to the table.
Jack and Tony were gone, but had left fresh glasses of iced
tea on the table for us. The cooler was underneath the table
again. It was obvious they wouldn't be back before morning.
Brad sat down on the chair he had used and I sat down in his
lap. I ran my hand over his hard, smooth chest. "I think Tony's
in love with you," I said.
He grinned at me and ran his strong hand down my back.
"Isn't everyone?" he asked.
"You jerk," I replied, returning his grin. I kissed him on
the lips. "Everyone but Grandpa, that is."
He laughed. "I think I've got him bending a little,
though," he said. "But you know what's most important?" he
asked, seriously. Our faces were so close our lips were almost
touching.
"What's that?" I asked.
"That you are the only one that I love."
I smiled and kissed him. "I love you so much, Brad," I
said. I slipped off his lap, down on the sandy beach, between
his legs. I kissed him on the lips and then started slowly
kissing his hard body, downward. His organ was erect and poking
out the top of his tight red briefs by the time I got down to it.
I took him in my mouth and slowly began to suck his hard cock.
It wasn't long before I was rewarded. He leaned back and moaned
softly. I was surprised he kept from yelling, but he did. He
blasted his hot load down my throat, then he pulled me up and
kissed me on the lips.
Without saying a word, he continued to kiss me and pushed me
back onto the white sand onto my back. Laying down on top of me,
we wrapped our arms around each other and continued to kiss.
A few moments later, he raised up and pulled my bikini off.
Without uttering a word, he spread my legs and dove for my love
hole. He pressed his hot tongue inside me and slowly stroked my
hard member with his hand as he rimmed me. After a few minutes,
he got up and pulled me to my feet. He slipped out of his tight
briefs and tossed them over onto the chair with mine. He took me
by the hand and kissed me as he lead me down into the water,
washing the white sand from our hot bodies. Pushing me down on
my back in the water against the beach, he reached under the
water and used it to lubricate my love hole some more. My head
lay on the sand, but the rest of my body was in the water. Brad
never stopped kissing me as he pressed two fingers up inside me,
then gently added a third.
Brad could tell by my moans and the way I held him when I
was ready. He raised up and spread my legs a little further,
then he eased his hard member up inside me. I was ready for him
when he pressed all the way in up to his bush.
The noise of the water fall didn't block out the sloshing,
sucking sound that our rhythm created in the shallow water. We
were thankful that we were far enough from the others that they
couldn't hear us. Though we had made love in several different
positions and places in our two years together, including in the
shower with both of us standing up, we had never done it under
water before. "Oh, Kris," Brad gasped, "you ass feels great
under water."
"So does your dick," I replied. I kissed him again and then
added, "but then, your dick feels great anywhere."
"I love you, too, baby," he replied.
The suns last rays sent a splash of gold across the sky as I
leaned back and pressed my ass up to greet Brad's hard cock. He
pressed in and kissed me on the lips. I felt him expand. There
was no time for him to pull out before he blasted his wad up my
ass. I knew I was going to have the shits for days, but I didn't
care. All that mattered was that his dick was inside me, he lay
on top of me with my arms around his strong body and his lips
were pressed firmly against mine, with his hot tongue exploring
my mouth.
"I love you, baby," he gasped. "I'm sorry I came in you."
"I'm not," I replied. I pulled him back down and continued
to kiss him.
The moon was shining brightly down onto the little lagoon
and reflected off the clear water, making the area almost as
bright as though it were daylight, when I woke up some time
later. Brad still lay on top of me. His head next to mine.
I rubbed his strong body. "Baby, get up," I whispered.
Brad moaned and pressed against me. His cock had gone limp,
but hadn't slipped all the way out of my ass hole. I could feel
it growing inside me as he started nuzzling my neck. Since we
always used a condom, he had never stayed inside me after he
came, because he always pulled out and took it off. The feeling
of him growing erect inside me, felt better than anything I could
ever imagine.
His warm lips found mine and we kissed for a few minutes as
he grew totally erect. He smiled down at me and whispered,
"What's the matter, is my baby getting horny again?"
"Well, I wasn't, but now that my baby is, I am, too," I
replied.
He grinned that grin and kissed me gently on the lips. "I'm
just horny for you, babe," he whispered. As he started to pump,
I pulled him down to me and kissed him hard on those luscious
lips.
"And I'm just horny for you," I replied.
"I'm all yours," he said. "Anytime you want my big dick,
you can have it."
"Mm, I love you. I love that big dick in me, too." I
moaned and we found our rhythm. The water slapped against us as
he pumped in and out and I rose to greet him on every plunge.
He sped up a few minutes later. He pressed his lips against
my mouth and gasped, "Can I cum in you again, sweetheart?"
"Oh, yeah," I whispered. "I love the feel of your big dick
expanding inside me and squirting your hot wad deep into me."
"And I love squirting inside you. I love the feel of your
arms around me while I lay on top of you and stick my big dick
deep inside your tight ass and fill you full of cream."
"And I love the feel of your warm, strong body laying on top
of me and your warm lips on mine while you plunge your big dick
in me and squirt."
"Oh, shit. That did it baby," he gasped. He pressed his
eight-inch rod deep inside me and kissed me hard on my lips. His
tongue probed my mouth and I felt his hard rod expand. His body
trembled as he blasted his wad deep inside me.
"Oh, Kris, I love you," he gasped. My own body trembled as
I kissed him again. Even though neither of us had actually
touched it, my own member responded to the love that he had given
me. I blasted my load between us. The water wasn't totally
covering me, so it couldn't wash away my semen.
Brad raised up and grinned. "I love you so much, baby," I
said. He leaned down and kissed me again.
"You are the only man for me, sweetheart," he whispered.
"And you're the only person for me," I replied.
He collapsed on top of me again and we continued to kiss.
After a few minutes of heavy kissing, he raised up and took
a deep breath. "You wanna go get that shower, babe?" he asked.
"Sure," I replied. Brad got up and I dove into the cool
clear water to wash the cum off my chest and stomach.
When I got out, Brad handed me a towel and I wrapped it
around my waist. He got one, too and wrapped it around his,
then, grabbing the toiletries bag, we headed toward the showers.
I shivered and snuggled closer to Brad's warm body. I
couldn't believe how cold I was. I pulled the top of the
sleeping bag up to my chin and opened my eyes. Brad had left the
little window at the back of the tent open and the flap open,
too. It was just starting to get light outside. I glanced at my
watch and sighed. Daylight Savings time hadn't ended yet, so it
was later than I realized. Jack and Tony were due in half an
hour. I glanced up at Brad's handsome face. Even though he was
a pre-mature ejaculator, the first time, I didn't think I'd
better try for a quicky before they got there. Besides, after
our shower, we had managed to spend an hour working on his second
orgasm. It had been two-fifteen before we both finally collapsed
in each others arms and went to sleep.
I snuggled in closer to Brad and lay my head on his
shoulder. I couldn't believe that we had been together for two
years and I still couldn't get enough of him. The best thing,
though, he couldn't get enough of me, either. I looked up at his
handsome face. He needed to shave. He looked so sexy with a
days growth of beard. I had tried to get him to grow at least a
mustache, but he didn't care for it. "Besides," he had said with
a deep sexy chuckle, "then you wouldn't have to pull my pants
down to be able to tell Chad and I apart." He, of course, was
referring to the mole at the edge of his pubic hair. I hadn't
asked him to do that until after I had discovered that Chad
didn't have that mole and Chad had gotten a tan.
Brad took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He looked at
me, sleepily. He grinned the grin that drove me wild. "Wow," he
said, softly. "What a great thing to see when I first open my
eyes, the face of the only person for me."
I smiled. A warm feeling engulfed me, sending the cold
chill of the morning breeze far away. I kissed him on the lips.
"I love you so much, Brad," I whispered.
He wrapped his warm strong arms around me and pulled me
against him. "Cum 'ere," he said. "I need to hold you."
"Mm, I need you to hold me," I replied. He pushed me over
onto my back and rolled over on top of me, burying his face in my
neck. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled the sleeping bag
up over his back.
"Oh, baby," he whispered. "I wish we didn't have to go home
today. I wish we could just lay here and hold each other this
way forever."
"I'd like that, too," I agreed. "Of course, you'd have to
move over just a little every now and then to get that big dick
up inside me."
Brad raised up and grinned at me. "Yeah, we'd definitely
have to do that," he replied. "But Jack and Tony should be here
pretty soon, so I think I'll just lay here and hold you this way
as long as I can."
"I like that idea, too." I pulled him down and kissed him
on those luscious lips. Then he nuzzled my neck again and we
held each other while we waited for the "caterers" to arrive.
"Brad? Kris?" Harvey Wilkins' voice came through the open
flap of the tent.
Brad raised up and yawned. I looked at my watch as he
turned to see what Harvey wanted. It was eight-forty-five. We
had fallen back asleep, with him lying on top of me.
Brad held the sleeping bag up to his waist and looked out
the door of the tent. "Morning, Harvey," he said.
"Morning. Sorry to wake you up," Harvey said. "The water's
getting choppy. Everyone else went back about an hour ago. The
weather report is that the cold front hit this morning about
four. The Coast Guard is advising everyone to get in off the
lake. If you want to go back to the marina with Stella and I,
we'd be glad to take you, but we need to leave now. And it's
forty-four degrees, so you will want to get dressed. The wind
chill is about twenty."
Dad had not left us a radio, so we had no way of contacting
him. I knew that as windy as it was, he wouldn't be able to come
get us in the helicopter, either, but I was surprised that Jack
and Tony hadn't shown up, unless the place Brad had rented the
boat from wouldn't let them out with the water being choppy and
the weather the way it was, which was possible.
Brad looked back at me as I reached for our suitcase. I was
thankful that he had packed our sweat suits. "We'd better go
with them," I said. "We can call Dad when we get to the marina
or use their radio."
"Okay, thanks Harvey," Brad said. "We'll be right out."
"We won't have room for your tent," Harvey said. "But it
should be okay as long as you leave it there. We can take your
cooler, but not the table and chairs."
"That's okay," Brad said. He closed the flap of the tent.
"Shit," he said as I pulled my sweatpants on. "I wasn't ready to
leave yet."
"I know baby," I replied, handing him his sweats. "I'm not
either, but we'd better not get stranded out here. If it wasn't
so cold, it wouldn't be so bad, but we don't have any food or
anything to make a fire with."
He grinned at me as he pulled his sweatpants on. "Well, we
could keep warm, but you're right, we need more than just protein
to live on for a few days."
Brad closed the little window and we got out of the tent.
When he stood up, I gasped, "Oh, honey, you need to put your
briefs on." The flimsy sweatpants did nothing to hide the six-
inch bulge of his limp member. "I, personally don't care, but
we're going to be with Stella and Harvey and I don't want them
getting horny."
He looked down at his midsection. "Yeah, I guess you're
right, babe," he replied. He headed over to the table where we
had left our bikini briefs. Harvey had returned to the outer
beach, so we were alone again. Brad quickly removed his
sweatpants and donned his briefs, then he pulled the sweatpants
back on. "That better?" he asked.
"Actually, no, but since we're not going to be alone, yes."
"You get the suitcase," he said. "I'll carry the cooler."
Brad picked up my bikini and stuffed it in his shirt pocket,
then he picked up the cooler and we headed to the outer beach.
Stella and Harvey had taken their tent down and put it in their
little motor boat. I wondered if we would fit with their tent,
cooler and our cooler.
I took a moment to glance back at the sea shells as we
climbed into their boat. "I'm sorry we can't take them with us,"
Harvey said, noticing my look. "But they should be okay until
you can get back and get them."
"I hope so," I replied.
Brad sunk into the back of the boat with his back to our
cooler, which he had placed against their tent. "Cum 'ere,
baby," he said, pulling me into his lap. "We can sit back here
and stay warm."
I snuggled into his lap with my back against his chest. He
spread his legs next to mine. My bottom pressed against his
organ. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck. "This
won't be too bad," he said.
I noticed the radio hanging on the bottom of the dash next
to the wheel. "Harvey, would you mind calling the Coast Guard
and having who ever is there get a message to my parents for me?"
"Sure," he replied. Stella sat down on one of the chairs
and Harvey started the boat. After letting it warm up for a
moment, he headed out into the choppy water.
"Wilkins One to Coast Guard HQ," he said into the radio.
"Coast Guard HQ is closed," a voice came back. "This is
Coast Guard One. Can I help you? Over."
"I need to get a message to Captain Brown. I have his son,
Kris here. We're coming in and Kris wanted him to know. Over."
"Just a second."
"Kris, you there? Over." Dad's voice came over the radio.
I got up and crawled up to the wheel. "Thanks," I said,
taking the mic from Harvey. "Hi, Dad. Over."
"I'm glad you're coming in. Is everything okay?"
"Just fine. The water's pretty choppy, but we're holding up
okay. Harvey said that everyone else left about seven-forty-five
or eight. Our caterers didn't show up this morning at eight, so
I thought it might be too bad for them to come out."
"Yeah, we're not letting anyone out of the marina. I can't
get the chopper airborne, either. Where are you now? Over."
"We just pasted buoy seventeen," I replied. "We should be
there in about fifteen minutes."
"Okay, son. I'll meet you at the marina. I've got my
walkie-talkie with me, so call if you need anything and they'll
get in touch with me. Over."
"Thanks, Dad," I replied. "Over and out."
"Coast Guard One, clear," he said.
"Thanks, Harvey," I said, replacing the mic.
"I'm glad you didn't get caught out there," he said. "It
wouldn't be any fun to be stranded in a norther."
I crawled back into Brad's waiting arms and snuggled in for
warmth.
"How often do you come out here?" Stella asked.
"Not near enough," Brad replied. "When I was in college,
I'd bring my dates out here once in a while and we'd spend the
weekend. But since Kris and I got together, our first time to be
out here was back on Father's Day when we were out on my parents
boat and a storm came up and we got shipwrecked on it. We've
just been out here a few times since then, but haven't spent the
night before, except when we were on the boat."
"You realize that your property taxes pay for you to use it,
don't you?" Harvey asked.
"Yes. We rent an apartment, but we know all about that
tax," Brad replied.
"We come out here every weekend during the summer. We were
hoping to get one last nice weekend in before fall and it looks
like we got it up until this morning. We won't be able to come
back now until Spring. You'll probably be able to come back and
get your stuff next weekend, though."
"As soon as Dad can get the chopper in the air, we'll
probably have him bring us out to get it," I said.
"Good idea," Harvey agreed. "Or get a boat."
Dad was standing on the dock anxiously waiting for us when
Harvey steered the boat into the marina. He smiled and waved as
Harvey pulled into his space. "I guess I should have left you a
radio," Dad said, pulling me out of the boat and hugging me.
"Next time you'd better. We lucked out that the Wilkins
were nice enough to bring us back," I replied.
Dad shook their hands and thanked them for bringing us in.
"We weren't able to bring our tent or the sea shells," I
said as Dad took the cooler from Brad. Brad handed me the
suitcase then Dad pulled him up onto the dock.
"That's okay. We can go back and get it all later."
After thanking the Wilkins' again for all their help
throughout the weekend, we got in Dad's Official Coast Guard
Plymouth and he took us home.
"Thanks again, Ben," Brad said, hugging Dad. "Kris and I
will come over later and get my car."
"I hope to be able to get home soon myself," Dad admitted,
hugging me. "I hope you can stay for dinner if you do come
over."
Brad looked at me. "Actually, it might not be until
tomorrow before we get over there," he said. "I have some
unfinished business to take care of this afternoon."
"Oh, well, if you can't make it, maybe Kris can come by
himself," Dad replied.
Brad grinned. "No, the unfinished business involves Kris'
anniversary present."
"Oh, I see," Dad replied. "Okay, then I'd better get back
to work. I'll see you two when you come over to get the car."
Brad carried the cooler into our apartment and placed it on
the floor in the kitchen. I took our suitcase into our bedroom
and opened it up on the bed. I took the dirty clothes out of it
and put them in the dirty clothes basket we kept in the closet.
Brad picked up the cordless phone off its base on the night
stand and dialed a number. "Hi, Jack," he said after a few
moments had passed. "We're home now. . . . Yeah, I wish you
could have, too, but there's nothing you can do when the weather
turns bad. Did you get breakfast from Mrs. Collins this
morning?. . . I see. . . That's good. . .Okay, well, thanks a
bunch to you and Tony going to all the trouble for us. Kris
really enjoyed it. I just wish that we could have stayed a while
longer. . . Yeah. Okay, I'll see you in the morning. Thanks
again." Brad hung up and sighed.
"Your grandpa had already heard about the cold front coming
in and had his scanner on, so he knew that they were calling
everyone in off the lake. He didn't let your grandma make us
breakfast. When Jack called her to see if it was about ready, he
answered the phone and told them not to bother since they
couldn't go out anyway."
"I'm surprised he didn't come get us," I said, putting the
suitcase in the closet.
"I'm glad he didn't," Brad said. I turned around to leave
the closet and ran right into him. He put his arms around me and
kissed me. "I couldn't have held you in his boat like I got to
in the Wilkins' boat."
I hugged him and returned his kiss. "I love you so much,
Brad," I whispered.
"Mm, I love you, too, Kris. I hope you had a great
anniversary. I sure did."
"I did, too," I replied. "But only because I was with you."
Brad pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it in the
basket in the closet. Then he picked me up and lay me down on
the bed. He gently pulled my sweatpants off. I had not put my
bikini, so I was totally nude now. Brad's muscles rippled as he
pulled his sweatshirt off over his head. In one motion, he
stripped his sweatpants and bikini off. He wasn't erect and, to
my surprise, he didn't' grow erect as he picked me up and pulled
the cover back on the bed. He placed me on the sheet, then lay
down mostly on top of me and pulled the cover up over us. "I
love you so much, Kris, he said. He kissed me on the lips then
pulled back, adjusting himself a little more comfortably on top
of me.
"I love you," I replied.
He looked at me for a moment without saying anything. Then
he sighed and placed his hand on my cheek and ran his fingers
tenderly over it. "You know," he whispered, "some days I'll be
sitting at my desk at work and will be right in the middle of
something and I will see your cute face right in my monitor. I
just stop and look over at your picture that I have on my desk
and a warm feeling just sweeps over me. I just wonder what I
would have done if you had slapped me and walked away at that
party Dan gave. I can't believe how lucky I am that you didn't."
I smiled. Taking his hand from my cheek, I kissed it. "I
love you so much, Brad," I said. "I have moments at work when
I'm on the phone with someone and your face appears in my mind
and I can't concentrate on the problem the customer is having," I
said. "A couple of times I have had to put them on hold for a
moment to get you off my mind."
He smiled. "I wonder if those are the same times."
"I guess we'll have to start marking them down and compare
notes," I said.
"I have a feeling that we'd never get anything done if we
did that," he admitted.
"Me, too."
We kissed again and he looked at me and said, "I wonder what
I'd be doing right now if you had slapped the shit out of me and
walked away."
"Oh, you'd probably be laying on top of Tony somewhere," I
replied.
"Yeah, right," he said with a laugh.
"Why not?" I asked. "He's kind of cute. I saw him checking
you out yesterday. He didn't see me watching him, though."
Brad looked at me again for a moment before he spoke. "I
want you to know something, sweetheart," he said, softly. "I
love you. I would never even think about having sex with anyone
but you."
I smiled. "Double ditto for me, too," I said.
"But there was a time before I picked you up at Dan's party,
when I did sleep with a few guys."
"No," I feigned surprise, but I couldn't keep from smiling.
He grinned. "About six months before we got together, I did
screw around with Tony a few times."
"Oh," I said. I wasn't expecting him to admit to it if he
had. We had never talked about our former lovers before.
"It's okay, sweetheart. I do see him daily, but he's just a
friend. I know he's in love with me, but he's not for me. Only
you are for me. His dick is the same size mine is. I have to
admit I enjoyed playing with it back then, but he likes to top.
You know I'm a top and don't care for bottoming. 'Member when I
told you I let a guy do me once?"
"Yeah," I replied.
"It was Tony who topped me. My ass was sore for a month.
Shit, I'm surprised yours isn't always sore as much as I fuck
you. I know I'd never sit down again if Tony had done me as much
as I do you. And he only did me once."
I smiled and put my hand on his cheek. "I love you," I
said. "You must be more tender with my ass than he was with
yours."
"That's possible, too," he replied.
Using my hand, I pulled his face closer to mine and kissed
him. "Is your ass sore now?" I whispered. We still hadn't
discussed me topping him in the tent the day before.
"No. As a matter of fact, it hasn't hurt at all since he
did me."
"Bradley?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"I won't ever do it again unless you want me to."
Brad looked into my eyes, then at my lips. Lowering his
face to mine, he closed his eyes. The kiss was gentle. I pulled
him closer to me as we continued to kiss. I could feel his hard
member pressing against my leg.
"I love you so much, Kris," he whispered. "I can't believe how
good it feelt to have your dick up my ass, but I thought you didn't like
it."
"I was surprised that I had the best orgasm I've ever had when I
pulled out and squirted over your back," I admitted. "I wouldn't mind
doing it again, but I prefer your dick inside of me."
"Well, we won't commit to never doing it again, we'll just leave
the option open to the moment."
"I like that idea," I said.
"I love you."
I pulled him closer and we continued to kiss. He rubbed his
hard member against my leg. "Mm, I love you, too," I gasped,
pressing my hard cock against his hip. "I want your dick up my
ass," I whispered.
He smiled at me and raised up. He spread my legs. "Not
yet, baby," he said, softly. He lay down on top of me. Pressing
our swollen members together, he began to hump against me. He
grinned and said, "Do you realize that I haven't had to jack off
since I met you?"
"Well, you've jerked me off several times," I reminded him.
"Yeah, but I mean me."
"I haven't either," I replied.
He raised up a little and watched as he moved his cock back
and forth along the base of mine. It felt so good. I placed one
hand on his hip. I took both our rods in my other hand and
gently squeezed them together as he continued to pump.
"Oh, baby that feels good," he gasped.
"It sure does," I moaned. I held on to our organs and began
pumping my own hips, pressing us together in my hand.
"Oh, shit, I'm cumming," he gasped and leaned down to kiss
me on the lips as he squirted his hot load across my chest. It
hit us both in the chin.
Making sure not to get any on his chest, he raised up and
grinned. He licked up his sperm off my chin and then licked his
way down my chest, cleaning up the mess he made.
When my chest and stomach were clean, he raised up again and
I licked his cream off his chin. He kissed me on the lips and
then reached over to the night stand and pulled out a condom. I
couldn't believe he was still erect, it usually took him at least
a few minutes to get it up again before he was ready to fuck me.
To my surprise, he didn't put the condom on, though. He tossed
it on the bed beside me and raised my hips up. He bent over and
took my hard member in his hot mouth and started sucking like
only he could.
His tongue was driving me crazy. Before I could slow him
down, my body trembled and I gasped as I blasted my semen down
his hot throat. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my
stomach and that hot, wonderful tongue of his was deep inside my
ass. I'm still not sure how Brad had flipped me over so fast.
I moaned when he replaced his tongue with a finger. He
eased it in gently. "Oh, Brad," I gasped, "I love you."
He didn't reply. He kissed me on the bottom and gently
eased his finger in deeper. After moving it around a little, he
pulled it out and flicked my rosebud with his tongue. He reached
underneath me and took my soft organ in his warm hand and slowly
stroked it. "Whatzamatter, babe?" he asked in his deep sexy
voice that drove me almost as crazy as his grin did, "I'm not
making you horny anymore? Maybe you'd be more happy with Tony or
Jack."
"Oh, you know better than that," I replied. "You know I
don't have to have a boner to be horny for your big cock. Get it
in me, baby."
He chuckled and I heard the condom package rip as he plunged
two fingers inside my ass hole. "Oh, yeah, I love you, Bradley."
Another finger went in. I moaned and he leaned down next to
me. His warm strong body pressing against my back. He gently
eased the head of his dick into my love hole. "Oh, yeah, Brad,
your dick feels so good," I gasped as he pressed deeper inside
me. "I love you so much, Bradley."
He chuckled and kissed me on the cheek. "Now that's what I
like to hear. The man I love telling me he loves me while I ram
my big dick up his perfect little ass."
"Mm, I love that big dick," I moaned.
Brad raised up. He placed his hands on my hips and spread
my cheeks with his thumbs. He began to pump fast. I knew he was
watching his hard cock go in and out of my ass hole.
I squeezed my ass muscles against his hard rod. "Oh, yeah,
Kristopher," he gasped. "I love it when you do that."
I squeezed again. "I need to hold you, Brad," I whispered,
pressing my bottom back against him as he plunged in.
"Mm, I like that idea," he replied. He pulled out and
turned me over onto my back. Brad pushed my legs back and eased
himself down on top of me, sliding his hard cock back inside me.
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him on the lips as
he started slowly pumping again. Our faces only inches apart, I
rose to greet his hard rod on every downward motion. He grinned
and said, "I like it better this way, too."
"I love holding you this way," I said. I kissed him again.
He pressed his entire body down against mine and continued to
move his hips back and forth. I continued moving mine. Rising
to greet his hard rod as he drove it deep inside me. We were
one. There was no one or nothing that could come between us when
he was deep inside me this way, showing each other how much we
loved each other. That's what it was all about. Pleasing each
other. Loving each other. We were the only two people in the
world at that moment.
Brad pressed his lips against mine and we continued to kiss
and I felt his hard rod expand inside me. The condom caught his
sperm as he squirted into it, inside of me, but I had his love
and his heart. Bradley Peterson was all mine and I was the
happiest person on the earth at that moment. He raised up and
slipped the full condom off and tossed it in the trash can beside
the bed, then lay down on top of me again. We continued to kiss
and I was engulfed in the warmth of his love as the wind began to
howl outside and sleet and snow began pelting the window beside
the bed.
The End