Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2012 02:09:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dj Montgomery <djmontgomery99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Afternoon at Jay's,"  Part 6

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			   "Afternoon at Jay's"
				  Part 6

     The days went quickly after that.  While I continued my recovery, I
tried not to think about Saturday.  I had come down for a one-week
vacation, and was scheduled to return to the states on a flight leaving on
Saturday afternoon.  Early afternoon.  Almost exactly one week after I
arrived in this island paradise.

     Things had slowed down since that first day out of the hospital.  When
I awoke on Thursday, Jayson made arrangements to show me some weightlifting
exercises with free weights that would build up my biceps, triceps and
pecs.  After we were done, he gave me a world class massage, minus anything
sexual.  Then he and Jake showed me around town, avoiding the seedy areas
that might bring back terrible memories, and they introduced me to a new
restaurant that served local foods that tasted as good as they smelled.  We
finished the afternoon swimming in the lagoon below the health club, and
sunning on the beach.  Jake and Jayson both shed their suits for the
sunning, so I did too.

     "Why do you sun in the nude, but swim with your suits on?" I asked.
"I mean, a thong isn't covering much anyway."

     Jayson looked at me and offered only one word, "Fish."

     "Fish?"

     "Yeah," Jake added, "You don't want them to think that your dangling
piece of meat is bait."  He smiled that sly grin that he was so good at.

     I wanted to ask where Jay was, but I already knew that he was in town
to get supplies, and then had to drive to the other side of the island to
arrange advertising for the health club.  I missed him.

     I chose to eat alone in Jay's bedroom that evening, and fell asleep
rather early.  I woke up sometime during the night, and felt Jay climbing
in next to me, but not touching me.  As I lay there, falling back asleep, I
could hear the quiet, almost undistinguishable sound of sobbing.  It
sounded just like the sobbing I had heard in my dreams in the hospital.  If
the nurse was right, it had probably been Jay.  How I wished he would ask
me to stay!  I would say `yes' in a heartbeat, but the decision was not
mine.  This was his turf, and I was not going to intrude where I was not
welcomed.

     When I awoke on Friday, Jake took me to the health club and showed me
some easy-to-follow exercises for delts, calves and thighs.  He gave me
some fun, easy ways to do squats without making them into the exercise I
had always dreaded, and he showed me how to do crunches for my abs using an
exercise ball, so that I didn't need to get down on the floor, another
thing I loathed.  After our workout, he treated me to a fantastic massage,
minus sexual contact.  I was convinced that these guys just needed some
good PR, because they really knew their stuff when it came to massages.
But they could also use a talking to, because they were frustrating me
sexually.  It was like they all had secretly agreed to not touch me to see
if they could drive me wild.  Or maybe they were afraid.  Afraid of getting
hurt by getting too close.

     Again today, the guys took me around the town, and then decided to
give me a tour of the entire island.  We stopped in several places to swim,
but decided the best place was right at the hotel, right on the beach below
the health club.  Mental note to self: more PR needed about this beach,
too!

     We ate at another great local restaurant for brunch, then grabbed
burgers at the Mickey D's at the airport for a late afternoon snack when we
stopped in to check on my flight for Saturday.  The boys seemed really
quiet, too quiet, at the airport, and they wouldn't make eye contact.  I
would let it pass until we got back to the car.  In the meantime, I missed
Jay.  He had to take an island-hopping trip to Martinique to arrange for a
few new pieces of gym equipment, supplies for the massages, and more
advertising.  I had no fucking idea why those trips couldn't wait till I
was gone.  I craved Jay's presence, and again thought about how much I
wanted him to ask me to stay.  What a fuckhead!

     When we got back to the car, I was steaming.  I got in and slammed my
door shut.

     Both guys looked at me and asked, "What?  What's wrong?"

     "You tell me!"

     They shared a glance, then Jake looked in my direction, but not into
my eyes, and said, "I don't know what you mean."

     "Asshole!  You are almost as fucked up as your brother.  For the first
few days, you guys couldn't keep your hands off me, now you treat me like
I've got a disease.  Nobody touches me, nobody talks to me.  Oh, you talk
`at' me, just like Jake is looking `at' me now, but not really looking at
me.  Just enough to be convincing, right?"

     Both hung their heads, and neither talked.

     "So, what's going on?" I insisted, "Or do I need to beat it out of
you?"  Like that would happen.  Either one of these guys could take me with
one hand tied behind their back.

     Jayson looked at Jake and began to cry.  "I can't tell him,' he
blubbered.

     Jake looked at me, into my eyes for the first time since we'd gotten
into the car.  "You can't tell Jay that we told you, because he'd kill us.
He doesn't want you to know.  We're putting the health club up for sale.
That's where he was yesterday, trying to work out a deal with a hotel on
the other side of the island that's been trying to get a foothold over
here.  And he's on Martinique today, sitting with a real estate agent,
putting the club on the market."

     Jake stopped, then looked away from me as though it was too painful to
look at me and still say what had to be said.  "It seems he's fallen in
love.  In love with a wonderful guy that we've all fallen in love with.
But he feels so fucking guilty, like he's an anchor in the guy's life,
dragging him down.  He doesn't think he's any good for the guy.  So when
the place sells, he's going to leave the island, leave the hurt behind, and
go back to Chicago.  He can probably find a job as a gym rat somewhere,
given all the experience he's got."

     "And you two?" I asked, not really wanting to hear what I knew was
coming.

     "Yesterday, when Jayson was working with you, I was at the airport
getting tickets for me and Jay.  Figured that I could be a gym rat, too."
He paused.  "He's all I've got, him and Jayson.  And you."

     Jayson couldn't handle the uncomfortable pause that followed, so he
jumped in to continue the conversation.  "This morning, when Jake was with
you, I was down at the real estate office putting the bungalow back on the
rental market.  And making arrangements to sell all our stuff to a resale
shop."

      "But where were you going to go?  Aren't you from here?"

     "No, just moved here as a kid when I was ten, when my parents
divorced.  I've been on my own since I was fourteen, when Mom died.  I've
got my Dad and his family back in Miami.  You know how Cubans can be,
taking in family."  He tried a little humor to lighten the situation.  I
wasn't having any of it.

     "So when were you going to tell me?"

     "We weren't," they both mumbled.  "Jay made us promise to not tell
you," Jayson shared quietly.  Then Jake finished, "Once you were on your
way back to the states, it wouldn't matter.  You could go on with your
life, and we'd go on with ours."

     I looked back and forth between them, looking them square in the eyes,
and I spoke slowly so there would be no misunderstanding my words.  "What
makes you think I have a life anywhere but here?"

     The silence was unbearable, even for me.  Jake and Jayson were both
crying now, and I could feel tears begin to course down my cheeks.

     "I won't tell Jay that you told me.  But I have to say, the two of you
surprised me.  I had begun to think of the two of you as men, but I guess
you both are still little boys.  I thought for sure that you, Jake, could
stand up to your brother when he makes a fucked up decision, and I thought
that you, Jayson, loved these guys enough that you'd straighten them out if
they were too fucked up to see that they were throwing away a wonderful
life here at the health club.  I guess I was wrong.  You're both as fucked
up as your dumbass brother.  Yeah, yeah, I know, Jayson.  He's not your
brother, but if you'd treat him like one, like I saw that you could do when
I first got here, then maybe you'd stop him from being so stupid.  And
while I'm being honest here, Jake, have you ever told your brother that
you're in love with him?"

     Jake choked on my words, and tried to mount a feeble defense.  "In
love with him?  I'm not in love with him."

     "Why don't you just keep all your bullshit to yourself, okay?  Nobody
believes it, least of all me.  I've seen the way you look at him, how your
mood changes whenever you're around him.  You even said the very first day
that he didn't realize just how good, how fulfilling man-to-man sex could
be, as though you would be willing to show him.  Well, show him!  Show him
that, and more.  Maybe going back to Chicago will help you guys get real
with each other.  You'll need something to do during those long, cold
winters."

     I was finished.  I clammed up, and didn't say another thing till we
got to the bungalow.  I sequestered myself in Jay's bedroom, alternating
between crying and packing, and the packing didn't go well.  I was so
fucking mad that I put too much into one suitcase, and when I tried to
force it closed, one of the hinges broke.  I kicked the suitcase hard with
my foot, and it l anded against the wall, putting a small hole there.
"Fuckin' serves him right," I said under my breath.

     I didn't eat that evening, having lost my appetite.  With everything
packed as good as it was going to get, I turned off the light and crawled
into bed.  I probably was going to cry myself to sleep.  What would Sylvie
say if she saw me?  She'd probably call me a fucking loser, just like she
had for years.

     I was yanked out of my mental fog by a knock at the door.

     "It's open," I deadpanned.  I really didn't want to see anybody.

     "Can I come in?" Jay asked from the other side of the door.

     "I said it's open."

     "That's not what I asked.  I didn't ask if the door was open.  I asked
if I could come in."

     "Then you are asking for permission, so you need to say, `May I come
in?'  Didn't those schools in Chicago teach you the difference between `can
I' and `may I'?"  I was getting annoyed.  There was silence for a few
seconds, followed by a voice just above a whisper.

     "May I come in?"

     "Yes.  Get your fucking ass in here!"  I had officially arrived at
annoyed.

     Jay came timidly through the door, walked over, and gently sat on the
edge of the bed.  He did that thing that his brother did, looking `near' me
but not looking at me.  "I wanted to...

     I reached over with my hand, grabbed his chin, and redirected his
gaze, so that he was looking into my eyes.  "Now that you have my
attention, Jay, you may continue."

     "I wanted to give you a going away gift, if I can.  I have to tell you
that the last few days have been difficult on me, knowing that you'd be
leaving, and I tried to think of something I could give you that would mean
something."  He stopped, and looked away.  I reached up, grabbed his chin,
brought his gaze back to my eyes, and told him, "Continue."

      "I want to give you my cherry."

     He had stopped me dead in mid thought.  I was speechless, for the
first time in a long time.  My face froze, except for my jaw, which fell to
hang open.  I just stared at him.

     "Did you hear me, Max?  I want to offer you my cherry.  Not have you
take it, but voluntarily, like in the pool on Saturday when you voluntarily
dropped the thong and gave yourself to me."

     "But the pool is so far away."  Now it was my turn to bring a little
levity to the environment.

     "No.  Right here.  Right now.  Totally yours, anyway you want it."

     I thought for a moment, then gave Jay an answer that I don't think he
was expecting.  "Sorry, I can't accept."

     Jay's face showed both shock and pain at my answer.  "Why?"

     "Jake," I shouted as loud as I could.  "Jake, get in here, right now."

     "You didn't need to yell so loud," Jake said as he opened the door and
walked in.  "I was listening right outside the door."  A sheepish grin
showed me that he was telling the truth.

     "Jake, please tell your brother why I can't have his cherry."

     Nothing.

     "Jake, please tell your brother why I can't have his cherry."  I
glared at him, and he looked down.

     "You fuckheads!  Does anybody in this house have a brain?" Jayson
asked as he popped his head around the corner, but when I shot him a
withering glance, the smile on his face disappeared, and then so did he.

     "Jake, look at your brother and tell him who deserves his cherry.
Who's been in love with him for years.  Who's been aching to get that
cherry for so long that it hurts, way deep inside.  Tell your brother who
his cherry belongs to."

     Jake mumbled, as he continued to stare at the floor, "It belongs to
me.  Your cherry is mine."

     "Look at your brother and tell him.  Tell him like you mean it.  Tell
him like you feel it!"  I was shouting again.

     Jake looked up at Jay, gathered his thoughts, and said, "I have loved
you forever.  I loved you when I beat you at a contest, and even more when
you won.  I wanted to love you when you got divorced, and the kids got
ripped away from you.  I can't tell you how many times I've looked at you
with envy, with lust, and with love.  I can't tell you how many times that
I wanted to throw you down on the floor and fuck your brains out.  I took
the job here working with you as you built the health club just so I could
be close to you."  He paused, and looked down again, then whispered, "Your
cherry belongs to me."

     "And that's why we're going to make that happen, right here, right
now.  Both of you, strip!

     Jayson's head peeked around the corner again, not knowing how I would
react.  "Get in here, buddy.  We can't leave you out."  Jayson came
bounding into the bedroom, jumped on the bed and landed next to me.  He
planted a deep, wet kiss on my lips.

     "There.  I feel better.  No more leprosy," I said.

     I gazed up to see the twins undressing not themselves, but each other,
eyes frozen in laser-lock, only seeing each other.  I hated to interrupt,
but had to ask, "Jay, is this bed rated for over nine-hundred pounds?
Otherwise, we can't all get on here."

     His gaze never moved from his brother's eyes.  "Fuck it, I'll buy
another one."

    That was fine by me.  Jayson and I began a sixty-nine, and Jake and Jay
followed in the same fashion.  We tweaked each other's nipples, and they
followed in the same fashion.  We munched on each other's balls, and they
followed in the same fashion.

     I looked down my body towards Jayvon's face, and his eyes told me that
we were having the same thought.  We stayed in the same sixty-nine
position, but maneuvered ourselves into position to begin chowing down on
each other's ass, eating like starving men.  I glanced over to see what the
twins were doing, and it looked like they didn't miss a beat.  Jay was
proceeding more slowly than Jake, but was making fine progress for a
novice.  Then the noises began.  Jay started to moan and groan like a cheap
whore.  One look at Jake told me that he had a finger up Jay's love chute,
and he was searching, searching...

     "Oh, my fucking god!  Fuuuuuuck!" Jay yowled.

     "Found it!" Jake exclaimed, as though he had doubted that he would.
We knew now that it was only a short time until Jake would be ramming his
man meat into Jay's ass, turning his guts into mush.  And they didn't need
Jayson and me to model it for them.  As a matter of fact, Jayson and I
stopped, and stared at the glorious scene unfolding before us.

     "Fuck me, you big stud," Jay proclaimed breathlessly.

     "Oh yeah, bro.  Gonna breed you hard and long!"

     "Harder, harder!  Fuck me harder, Jake, or do I have to do it myself?"
With that, Jay began thrusting back onto his twin, as though he wanted to
force Jakes's whole body up into his anal cavity.  And the way they were
going at it, I didn't doubt that it could have happened.  But just then,
Jay exploded a load out of his cock that nearly hit the ceiling.  It landed
down on his chest, splashing all across his abs.  Jake thrust his thick
cock deep, then creamed the walls of his twin's love canal.  Jay continued
to shoot, and when he rocked a little in our direction, he sent a shot that
landed on my hand.  Jayson and I looked at each other, then both dove in to
lick it off.

     Jay was panting, as though he couldn't catch his breath, and then
began sobbing.  Jake lay his body full on his twin, sobbing as well.
Jayson and I watched for a few minutes, and then I interrupted the scene.

     "Now that it isn't cherry anymore, it's my turn."

     "Mine, too," chimed in Jayson, not wanting to be left out.

     "The way it looks to me, Jay, you've got at least two more fucks
coming."

     "What about me?" Jake asked, pretending to have hurt feelings.  "Don't
I get to have my ass split on that slab of meat that my twin has been
denying me?"

     "Me, too!" exclaimed Jayson.

     Jay looked up from the bed, still lying on his back, and told Jayson,
"I've already fucked you.  What are you whining about?"

     "Not today!"  Jayson's face lit up like a Christmas tree, and he began
to laugh.

     "No time for laughing, guys.  If we're going to get in all this
fucking..."

     "And sucking?" asked Jayson.

     "And rimming?"  asked Jake.

     "Rimming?  What's rimming?" asked Jay.

     "We'll teach you as we go.  Let's just say, you know what it is.
You've just done it!"

     "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, if we're going to
get all this sexual activity completed before morning, we need to get back
to work.  Anybody got an engineering degree?  We might need some planning
to get a few of these ideas to work together."

     "Fuck the planning, let's just dive in," Jake offered.

     "Agreed!" Jayson and Jay chimed in.  So we got to work.

     I got behind Jay, who maneuvered into a sixty-nine with Jayson, and
Jake got behind me.  Jake and I set up a rhythm that allowed him to bottom
out in my ass, then I'd spear Jay while pulling off his cock.  Then I'd
withdraw back from Jay's ass, impaling myself on Jake's cock until he
pushed in, taking control, and bottom out in my ass.  The feeling was
thrilling for me, and Jay seemed to be enjoying his end, from the amount of
groaning he was doing.  We kept increasing our speed until both Jay and
Jayson came, followed by me, then Jake.

     We changed positions so that Jayson was fucking Jay, who was fucking
me.  Behind Jayson was Jake, and we moved like a well oiled machine.  Jay
moaned continuously as he was filled by the thick ebony cock, and When we
all came, it was in a crescendo of groaning and moaning.  Jay apologized
for giving me such a small load, but assured him that since it was the
third time cumming for him, that it was okay.  I also told him that
shooting blanks was also okay, as long as it still felt good.

     So now it was Jake's turn.  While we were waiting to hook up, I turned
to Jay and told him what I'd been thinking about fisting, that maybe I
would be willing to try it sometime, but not tonight.  Jay shot a glance at
his brother and Jayson, trying to determine if they had let the cat out of
the bag.  Both looked elsewhere, trying not to look guilty.  Jake broke the
silence.

    "Well, I've had experience with fisting, and had been stretched many a
time."  Things were looking up, I thought.

     "But not tonight.  I want to try something else."  So much for things
looking up.

     "I want to get double-fucked."  Dead silence.

     Jay spoke first.  "I have no idea what he just said."

     "Yeah, we figured as much," chimed in Jayson, "but we said we'd fill
you in as we go.  In this case, we'll be filling in your twin."  He laughed
at his own joke.

     "What Jayson is trying to say is that we're going to fuck him, two at
a time."

     Jay's face began to show signs of fear and pain.

     "It's okay, bro.  I love it, and I want it," Jake assured him.  "When
you feel how exiting is it to be in my ass with another guy, you won't be
able to help but enjoy it.  Trust me."

     "So how do you want us?" I asked.

     "Let's start with Jayson on the bottom, and I'll sit down on that
telephone pole.  Then I'll lean back onto his chest, and you can enter me,
Max, and I'll be able to watch you.  You cum first, then pull out so that
Jay can enter me.  When Jayson cums, all three of us will roll over so he's
on top.  Then he can pull out, and you can get back in, Max, spooning my
back, and we can work on Jay's cum with him on the bottom.  I'll be able to
look at his face while he gets what I guarantee will be his biggest orgasm
ever.  And with him waiting till last, he should be recovered enough to
breed his brother, right, Jay?"

     "And you said we weren't going to need someone with an engineering
degree.  Well, let's get this fucking tangle going!"  I was really ready to
try this.

     The moaning and groaning rose to fever pitch several times during the
next hour.  We took turns pistoning back and forth across another guy's
cock while deeply embedded within Jake's fuck chute.  I came first as
planned, and then Jay tried to enter.  He was hesitant, trying not to hurt
his brother.  Jake must have felt his hesitancy, because he pulled Jay in
with his heels planted against Jay's asscheeks.  I helped guide Jay's cock,
even giving a little push.  My cum had slicked the way, and Jay slid in.
He gasped, and I swear he almost came right then.  I kissed him hard on the
lips to take his mind off his cock, wrestling his tongue with mine, and
after he settled in, he began to thrust back and forth, really getting the
full effect.  The full effect!  Now it was my turn to chuckle to myself.

     When he came, they all rolled over, giving Jayson the chance to pull
out, and I climbed right back in.  It felt like heaven to be rubbing
against Jay's hard cock, and I secretly wished that we never had to stop.
I reached around Jake's head, and pulled him in for a deep kiss, then
reached down and did the same for Jay.  I was in heaven.  I reached between
the twins and grabbed Jake's throbbing cock.  He hadn't come yet during our
tangle, but with a little help, that would be remedied soon.  His breathing
became irregular and jagged, and soon he was moaning and writhing at a
whole new level.  I increased the speed and intensity with which I was
jabbing into Jake, and rubbing against Jay at the same time.  I could feel
Jake's chute clamping down on both our cocks, and feel Jay's cock swelling
at the same time.  All of a sudden, without warning, I felt my own cock,
hard beyond reason, belching out still another load as I thrust my cock
deep and threw back my head in a blood curdling squeal.  But I don't think
anyone except me could hear it, because I was being outdone with the noise
coming from the Hock brothers.  It sounded like...it sounded like great
sex!

     I'm not sure when we fell asleep, or how we untangled, but I awoke the
next morning to the sound of the alarm clock.  Good thing I had set it,
because it would have been easy to sleep right through to the afternoon,
and then we'd be late to the airport.

     I got up and fixed a good breakfast of eggs, bacon, English muffins
and melon, but I was the only one with an appetite.  The other three were
in a somber mood, and everyone knew why, even though no one would say
anything.  The dreams of four people were reaching an end, and dreams die
hard.

     When I finished, I informed them that I was going to put my suitcase
in the trunk of Jayson's car.  I figured that they would find a way to
secretly stow Jay and Jake's luggage in Jay's car.  Jake had arranged for
Jay, at his request, to fly out right after me, on a different flight.
Then Jake would leave a little later, not able to book two seats on his
brother's plane.  Jayson would stay behind and tie up loose ends, like
selling the vehicles, delivering their belongings to the resale store, etc.
How did I know all this?  Jayson couldn't keep a secret if his life
depended on it.

     So off we went to the airport.  We needed to be there before noon,
since the plane took off shortly after one.  We pulled up to the drop off
area, and exited the cars.  We all stood there, preoccupied, not knowing
what to say or do.  Well, they didn't know what to say or do.  I did, so I
spoke up.

     "Jay, aren't you going to take your luggage out of the trunk?"  I
looked directly at Jay, and he returned a look that reminded me of a
toddler who had been confronted with a full diaper.

     "And Jake, you might as well get yours out, too, buddy.  It'll save
time later."

     If looks could kill, Jake would have been dead, because Jay shot him a
look that seemed to shoot right through him.  Jake looked at Jayson with
the same look, and he withered under the look from his friend.

     "Who the fuck told him?  Who the fuck told him we were leaving?" Jake
demanded accusingly.

     "Yeah, Jayson, who's got the big, fucking mouth and can't keep a
secret?"  Jake was just as mad.

     "Well, it wasn't all my fault.  Jake started it," Jayson shouted,
trying to defend himself.

     Jay looked back at his brother with another withering glance.
"Fucking big mouth.  I knew I shouldn't have told you anything."

     "Well, you couldn't fucking wait till he was gone, could you?  You
wanted to run back home to Chicago, tail between your legs..."

      "I should shove my fist down your throat and pull out your voice box
so that you can't fuckin' squeal on me anymore, you pussy!  Just like when
we were kids!"

     Jayson tried to get between them, and got smacked by both of them for
his efforts.

     "Bye, guys," I said, as I climbed into Jayvon's car and began driving
slowly away from the curb.

     They all stopped dead in their tracks for a moment, then began running
after the car till they caught up.  They pounded their fists on the trunk
and the sides of the car, imploring me to stop.  So I did.  I put the car
in park, got out and asked, "What?"

     "Where are you going with my car?" screamed Jayson.

     "What about your flight?" questioned Jake, showing a little more calm
than his buddy.

     "What the fuck is going on?" asked Jay, like he was trying hard to
grasp what was happening.

     "Well boys, I'd like to stay and see you off, but I've got an
important meeting with a real estate agent about a nice bungalow that just
come on the market.  It's real close to a health club that I've been
thinking about buying into."

     Not a word.  I was beginning to think that they didn't hear me.  Then
Jake asked, "What about going back to the states?"

     "Fuck that.  Why would I want to go back there?  I can fly out of
Canefield to go anywhere in the world, with connecting flights, to do my
teaching and lecturing?  Why would I need to go back to the states?
Besides, I hear there are some really hot guys on this island, and I wanted
to check them out.  You know, maybe get down and dirty with them, even two
or three at a time, maybe in a hotel pool.

     "No.  No checking them out.  No down and dirty."  Jay sounded pretty
sure of himself as he set down the rules.  As he walked toward me, he
added, "Pools are okay."  He reached up, grabbed my shirt collar with both
hands, and ripped my shirt open, popping all the buttons.  He dumped it
unceremoniously to the ground.  Then he reached down, slid his hands inside
the waistband of my shorts, and pushed them down, hard.  I'd gone commando,
so there was nothing else but my sandals.

     "Really, Jay?  Out here in public?  You're going to get me naked out
here in public?"

     "Already did.  And not just naked.  And not just you," he panted as he
removed his own shirt.  His eyes raked over my body, up and down, like a
wild animal viewing its meal. While he removed his jeans, he added, "If you
are a little shy, I think we've got a red thong around here somewhere that
will provide you with a little coverage."  And with that, he wrestled me to
the ground.  Good thing I had gotten far enough down the drive.  Jay was
tackling me just barely at the beginning of the lawn.  But I don't think
that sidewalk or asphalt would have stopped him.  I know that I wasn't
about to.

     "Hey, watch the head.  It still hurts!" I pretended to be hurt.

     "You'll need to watch the head, but look quick.  It's gonna be pushed
deep into your butt by a big hunk of man meat that can't wait to soak in
your channel.  And it ain't gonna hurt; it's just gonna be pure pleasure!"
With that, he brought his mouth down on mine, in a passionate, deep kiss,
and he started to get busy.

     Jake and Jayson just looked at each other and smiled.  "Nothing
illegal here about public nudity, but if we move just a little to the left,
no one in the airport terminal will be able to see the 'nasty dance' going
on," Jayson said.
     "What? And deny everyone a view of true love?  Where's the video
camera?"  Jake headed back toward his car to look to look for the recording
equipment.

     "You know, Jake, the name's gonna have to be changed.  There were
three of us with `Jay' in our name, but now we've got a `Max.'  The name
`Jay's' just won't do it anymore."  Jayson waited for confirmation of his
statement.

     Jake thought for a moment, then said, "How about `Muscles United?
Think that would be okay?"

     Yes, I thought to myself as I lay there on the ground, being impaled
on the cock of my lover and my friend.  Muscles United.  That would work.


...the end...