Date: Fri, 13 Nov 2009 04:58:33 -0600
From: peterbilt1228@live.com
Subject: Boy By The Sea

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			      Boy By The Sea


I was awakened just before dawn to the sound of sea gulls. A bit early in
the morning for the gulls, I thought; I shouldn't have left my balcony door
opened. I stretched and climbed out of bed and stepped out on the balcony.
The sea seemed quieter than last night, as if it deserved to sleep, too. I
stood and watched the sunlight coming up all across the horizon. I thought
I was alone at that hour; there was no other sound, not even the gulls now,
after they had awakened me. Then I saw a movement down on the beach; a
figure in a beach chair close to the water. I could make out a baseball cap
as he rose up and sat his feet on either side of the chair. The new morning
light was cooperating and I could make out when he leaned forward to
stretch, that he was young. They exude that--the young--even from a
distance, the way they move so gracefully and effortlessly, or with the
turn of a shoulder or arm; and he was wearing baseball cap.  Curious I
thought, that he had probably slept out there. I decided I had to check him
out.

I slipped on a shirt and shorts and sneakers and my own cap and took the
elevator down. I walked swiftly down the corridor and out the back of the
motel for fear that I might miss him. But I slowed as I stepped out on the
sand. I didn't want to appear anxious, and there was no need, for he was
still sitting hunched over in the chair. I walked/strolled toward the
water's edge as if I hadn't seen him till he moved again and caught my
attention. He laid back with his legs stretched out on the chair, his hands
locked behind his head, as if to take the time to enjoy the sunrise.

"Good morning," I said as I approached near his chair, casual like, as if
the sea and the morning were the purpose for my walk out on the beach, and
he was merely a casual notice.

"Oh, hi," he said, craning the muscular column of his neck. He had the
appearance of an athlete, his neck as wide as his head, and big hands.

	"Nice morning dawning," I remarked.

	"Yes, it's going to be a knock-out sunrise," he said.

	"Did you sleep out here?" I asked, noticing the backpack for the
first time tucked under the chair.

	"Yeah," was his simple reply.  There was a tone of resignation in
his voice. He was likely a student on a budget, with no money for a room
and that in itself intrigued me. It more than intrigued me. He was without
a room, I had a room, perhaps the twain could meet. The silence that
followed his "Yeah" seemed to compel him to explain.

"I was supposed to meet someone here but he didn't show up."

	"Oh," I said.

	"He was supposed to have the room," the boy said.

	"Maybe he arrived late during the night. You could check at the
front desk," I said.

	"Yeah, I will. But I doubt it. He was supposed to be here yesterday
afternoon," he said.

	"Is he a friend?" I asked.

	"Yeah, from high school. Teammates. We made a pact after graduation
that we would meet here in four years."

	"You haven't seen each other in all that time?" I asked.

	"No. We parted ways that night and barely kept in touch since.
Funny how that happens; we were best friends in school; teammates, and we
didn't even keep in touch. We said we would, but we didn't."

"Friends can always take up where they left off, no matter how much time
passes," I said.

	"Well, it looks like some more time is going to pass before we take
up," he said.

	"Look, you were obviously expecting to have a room to sleep in last
night. You're welcome to come up and use my shower; hell, get some real
sleep if you want to," I offered.

	"Oh, I slept good. I like the sea. But I might just take you up on
the shower," he said.

	"You can call the desk and ask about your friend," I said.

	"Okay, thanks," he said as he shoved himself up out of the chair.
He bent down to get his backpack, offering me a view of his round, tight
butt packed inside a pair of worn jeans. He slung his pack over one
shoulder and stomped his boots in the ground to shake his pants leg down.
He reminded me of a young stallion stomping at the ground. He finally bent
over to adjust his pants leg, giving me a second look at his butt. I tried
to linger back a little as we walked to the motel so I could watch his butt
flex inside his tight jeans. We took the elevator up and I let us into my
room.

	"You can call the desk and check on your friend while I tidy up the
bathroom," I said.

	"Hey, don't go to any trouble on my account, after all, I'm the
intruder," he said.

	"You're not intruding," I said.

	He put his backpack on the bed and picked up the phone. He asked
for a guy named Aaron Parks but I could tell from the look on his face that
he wasn't registered at the motel.

	"Nope," he said with a look of disappointment as he set the phone
down.

	"Maybe he checked into another motel," I said.

	"No, we were specific about this motel," he said.

  	"Well, you can call around and check out some of the other places
if you want, after you've had your shower."

	"That would probably be a waste of time, but I am going to take you
up on the shower," he said.

	I motioned to the bathroom. He unzipped his pack and dug out a
clean pair of shorts and a T-shirt and socks.

	"I'm down to my last change, I've gotta find a Laundromat," he
said.

	"There's one here in the motel," I said.

"I don't want to be a pain in the ass, using your shower and phone and the
laundry facilities."

	"Hell, it's just water," I said. "And I'll let you know when you're
a pain in the ass."

	He pulled his shirt up over his head and I hoped it was going to be
more than a shower that he was here for.  He was lean, well
muscled--ripped, they called it now--with a broad chest, thick pecs that
spread across his rib cage; hell, like too slabs of prime rib sticking out
over his abs. His stomach sloped down, concave, the muscles like two stacks
of bricks that bulged and shifted when he moved; six showing and two more
that slipped beneath the waist of his shorts that showed above his jeans.
Two long, lean slabs of tenderloin framed his abs on the sides, sloping
into his shorts like a narrowing pathway leading to the pot of gold. There
was sparse hair on his chest that looked like he trimmed it, and a trail of
darker hair down the center of his abs, pointing the way. Fuck, he was
sexy!

"I haven't had a shower in three days. Washed up in a restroom along the
way is the best I've managed," he said as he unbuttoned his jeans.

"Take your time and enjoy it," I told him.

	Like an athlete used to being naked in the presence of other men,
he shoved his jeans down right there to reveal well-muscled thighs, tanned,
the muscles bulging under his weight as he pulled his jeans off. He sort of
turned away from me as he shoved his thumbs in his waistband to push his
shorts down.  If he was being modest it didn't work, but then he didn't
have to; he didn't know how his body and his butt turned me on as much as
if he'd faced me. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door, giving
me another few precious seconds of his now bare butt. It was set high and
tight on his hips, solid and round and smooth, sending a yearning through
me as each side shifted and rubbed together as he walked. I loved cock but
I craved butt as much, if not more.

	I turned on the TV while I waited and listened to the shower
running.  It struck me then to bring up one of the X-rated movies the motel
offered. Maybe not. Maybe I needed to be more cautious, and subtle.  If I
could keep the kid in my room for a while and prevent him from rushing off,
there was an off chance that I might get him in my bed. He probably needed
sleep.

	He took a long time in the shower, which only whetted my curiosity
and desire.  I wondered if he was jacking off. I hoped not; I wanted him to
save it for me. But at his age, there was no need to save anything.
Finally, the water turned off and I heard the shower curtain pulled back. A
moment later he came out of the bathroom with a towel knotted around his
waist.

	"Man, I really appreciate this," he said again as he pulled the
towel off and picked up his shorts off the bed, making me wonder why he had
worn the towel out in the first place.

	If he only knew how I appreciated these innocent little glimpses he
was giving me of himself.

	"You said that already," I said. There was ample time to check him
out as he pulled on his shorts. Big was the way to describe him. Long and
thick, and meaty; he was hung heavy, with a big head. Tall, lean guys
usually are hung best.  I was imaging having him for breakfast. "How do you
feel about breakfast?" I asked.

	"I was sort of planning on sneaking into the motel's free breakfast
if they've got one," he said, rather sheepishly.

	"They do, but I order room service from the restaurant," I said.

	"No, I can't mooch off of you anymore, but I might sneak over and
mooch off the management," he said.

	"You're not mooching," I said as I picked up the phone with the
room service menu in front of me. "This way, there's no need for you to get
dressed. You might want to stretch out and get some sleep after you've
eaten. And you wanted to do some laundry."

	"Yes," he said as he started to pull on his jeans.  "I wish I could
wash these jeans. I didn't bring an extra pair."

	"Dump your pack, I'll take everything down and put it in the
washer," I said.

	"No, I can't let you do my laundry, on top of everything else," he
said.

	"I wouldn't actually be doing your laundry. I would be dumping it
in the washer. That's how I do laundry," I said.

	"Yeah, me too," he said, laughing.

	"Come on, I'll get it started before breakfast gets here," I said.

	He gathered up every stitch he owned, except for the shorts he had
on and the clean T-shirt and socks still laying on the bed.

	"Are you in college?" I asked.

	"I was. I had to drop out for lack of funds. I'll go back when I've
earned enough for another semester."

	"I guess I didn't get your name," I said.

"Nathan."

He didn't offer his last name and I didn't ask.

"Jim Barker. Where are you from?"

"Cincinnati."

"You hitch-hiked all the way up here?"

"It's the only way to travel. Even though it looks like it was for
nothing," he said.

	"You don't know that for sure till you call and check out some of
the other motels," I said.

	"Why are you doing this, taking me in like a stray pup?" he asked.

"I've got a son a little younger than you. He's in the marines. I would
like to think somebody would take him in under similar circumstances."

	"A marine, huh. You got a picture of him?"

	"Dumb question. What father of a marine doesn't carry a picture of
his son?" I said as I dug Jake's pictures out of my wallet. I carried two
of the ones he'd sent me. In one he was in full dress uniform, just his
face and his broad shoulders and powerful chest filling up his uniform, his
thick neck sticking out of the collar and his handsome face with that stern
look that they always have in that particular pose.

"That's his "don't fuck with me" pose, I call it," I said, handing him the
photo. In the other shot he was outside with some buddies, in front of some
kind of equipment. It wasn't a pose but just a snapshot. He had on a pair
of khaki shorts and combat boots and no shirt, revealing much of his hard,
muscular body.

"Wow! He's a stud," Nathan said.

	"He would like to think so," I said.

	"No doubt. Look at the way he's built. And he is a marine. Has he
got a girlfriend? Another dumb question. How many girlfriends does he
have?"

	I laughed. "I think there's one special, but there are several
girls who are writing to him."

	He was still studying the picture.  "Yeah, well, I'll bet they're
all trying to work their way into being special."

 	"I don't know. He broke off all serious relationships before he
left. Said it wasn't fair to the girls, not knowing what might happen over
there."

"You gotta be damned proud of him," he said.

"Yes, I am."

I took his dirty clothes down to the laundry room and plugged the
washer. Room service was just leaving when I got back. I tipped him and
went inside. Nathan was checking out breakfast.

"Okay if we eat out on the balcony?" he asked.

"Sure."

Breakfast was a feast of the eyes with the young stud sitting across from
me.

"Why don't you sack out till your laundry is done," I said after we'd
eaten.

"If you're sure it's okay. The bed looked mighty inviting," he said.

"I paid for both beds and one's not been used," I said.

The warm shower and his belly full had its effect on Nathan. I turned the
TV down and he was soon asleep, lying on his stomach. The sheet pulled down
a little more each time he moved in his sleep till the edge was pulled
across the mounds of his butt. He didn't move again, and there it stayed. I
sat watching and waiting. Finally I couldn't take it. I rose up out of my
chair and gently lifted the sheet and laid it down across his ankles. The
full beauty of him took my breath away. I sat and gazed at him sleeping
with the boyish innocence on his face. If I tried anything--would it
shatter that innocence or was it a facade?

Certainly I doubted if he had a clue that his masculine beauty had such an
effect on me or other men like me. It was all I could do to keep from
crawling between his legs and burying my face in his gorgeous butt.

Suddenly, as if he had been attacked by some mysterious thing in a dream,
he turned over. It was a sudden movement that almost twisted him onto his
back with a force that caused his cock to smack softly against his thigh
before it settled across his hefty balls. Now I was indeed privileged to
his full beauty, and I took it all in, but my eyes fell to his cock. It was
like a magnet drawing my gaze. My Godd, I wondered, how big is he, how big
does he get? I loved that constant mystery of a man; you see his cock but
you don't know, you wonder and you wait in anticipation. In his sleep his
young manhood was totally relaxed with no pretense of impressing anyone
with its virility, yet it did, me and surely anyone who laid eyes on it.
It lay rather heavily it seemed against his left thigh, laying over his
balls and beyond. He was thick and meaty; one of those cocks that might not
get much bigger when it was hard but there was something about this boy's
virility that promised otherwise. The head hung free, well beyond his
balls, on the sheet, nestled just inside the generous collar of skin. That
gave further promise of larger things to come. I followed the network of
veins that criss-crossed the sheath like a road map. It was six inches at
least, more, and I guessed I might not be able to touch my fingers around
it. My imagination ran wild and, I realized, fueled my desire beyond the
point of resistance, for my muscles were already straining to lift me out
of my chair. The next moment I found myself standing beside the bed.

I gazed down at him. My Godd, he was beautiful, and I was sure, not aware
of any of it. From the moment I was propelled out of my chair I knew I was
doomed and I wondered what his reaction might be but at that point it
didn't matter. I had to have him. Or try. I dropped my hand very close to
his chest but thought better of it. If I was going to touch him I might as
well go for broke. I laid my hand very lightly on his manhood, arched down
over his balls. He didn't move and I lifted it. He was heavy.  I laid it up
across his stomach. Even in its flaccid state the head reached to cover his
navel. I laid my hand on him again with my finger touching just under the
head and I thought I felt a slight pulsation. When he did not move I moved
my fingertips across the tender area of the rim of his cock.  I swallowed
the excess spit, realizing that my mouth was watering. Bolder now, I leaned
down and touched him with my breath. Close up, I saw the pulsations and was
encouraged and a little frightened. I touched the rim of his cock with my
tongue and slid it back and forth along the rim. I felt him pulse again and
began licking the tender area across where the head was set on the
shaft. His cock began to grow, swelling thicker and slowly reaching beyond
his navel like a snake stretching and coming awake. I watched in awe as his
cock expanded and stretched further up across his lower abs, seven, eight,
nine inches, till finally it lifted from his loins with a powerful throb to
kiss my lips. My Godd, I thought, he's huge!

I was nearly beside myself. I had come too far to go back. We kissed, me
and his cock, several times and I licked off the precome that was oozing
out. Finally, the next time he throbbed and lifted I wrapped my hand around
his cock and brought it straight up. It swelled hard with appreciation, or
perhaps anticipation. Godd, he was big! He was going to be a mouthful, not
to mention the way he would fill my throat if I could get him down. I wet
my lips and slid them gently over the curvature of the head till they were
locked snugly around the gristled rim. The meaty ball bulged in my mouth
and I got another taste of the sweet precome boiling out. Emboldened now, I
began sucking him. Unable to resist, I gently cupped his balls as I moved
my mouth up and down the thick shaft. I was able to take only half of him
in my mouth; to venture further I would have to impale myself, which I
would try to do as my throat relaxed.

He squirmed in the mattress and brought his arm down from over his head,
brushing at the nuisance at his loins. He felt my face and woke up.

"Dam!" he said, lifting his head to look down at me. "I was wondering if
you would try this."

"I was working up to the challenge," I said.

	"The challenge. You mean my cock?"

	"Yes. I was trying to convince myself I could take all of it."

	"I wouldn't have thought you could, without choking," he said.

	"I've been choked before," I said.  "Then you don't mind."

"Hell, no. Fuck, it feels great," he said.

"Have you ever had anyone do this before?"

"Once, a long time ago. But he wasn't very good at it. Oohhh!" he gasped as
I slurped his cock.  "I usually sleep on my stomach. I'm glad I turned
over."

"It wouldn't have mattered," I said.

"Oh? Oh, really," he said with a curious smile.

"Not with a butt like yours," I said.

"You wanta show me what you mean by that?" he asked with a mischievous
grin.

"Turn over," I said.

He rolled over onto his stomach and spread his legs out. I maneuvered
between them on my haunches and began massaging his taut butt muscles.

"You've got an incredible butt," I said.

"Yeah, the girls tell me that," he said, clenching the muscles for me.

I leaned down and kissed one side then the other.

"Wow! I never had anybody kiss my ass before. I've told plenty of people to
do it but nobody ever did," he joked.

I pulled his buns apart and lapped my tongue along the inner slopes. He
hunkered his hips up, spreading his knees out wider.

	"Don't try to fuck me," he said.

"No, I wouldn't try that," I said.

"Oh, why not? You said I've got an incredible ass."

"Because you're not the type to be fucked," I said. "Get up on your hands
and knees," I told him .

	He drew his legs up so he was positioned on his hands and knees. I
bent down and buried my face in his butt, pulling it apart and tonguing his
hole.

	"Ohhh, Mannnn!" he cried softly.  "Awww, yeah...eat it, man...eat
my ass."

	His words encouraged me and I ate him like a hungry puppy at its
mother's tit.  I was hungry and he fed me his ass. I worked my thumbs into
the crevice to stretch him open. I tongued him some more till he was
thrashing around against my face. Then I wet my thumb and tried to shove it
through his hole but he reached back for my wrist to stop me.

"Let me use my fingers," I said.

"Well...I guess that couldn't hurt."

"It won't hurt. It'll drive you up the walls."

He relented and I gently worked my finger through his hole up to the first
knuckle. When he seemed all right with it I shoved deeper, then deeper,
till I was in as far as my finger would reach. Then I searched for his love
nut. He let out a little gasp when I found it. I massaged it gently,
causing his gasp to open up into a long, low groan of unmistakable
pleasure.

"Ohh, Geezusss, what is that?" he asked over his shoulder as he wriggled
his butt around on my finger.

"Your love nut," I said. "It's your prostate, the nerve center of your
manhood and your sexuality."

"I've heard of it, but I had no idea...Awwwhhh...Ohhhh...that it felt like
that! Ohh, fuck! Keep doing that!"

I kept fingering his ass and went back to sucking his cock. The combination
was too much for him and he exploded, without warning. There was a
surprised little gasp followed by a surprised moan, and he was unloading in
my mouth as his body lurched on the bed. I kept hold of him and kept my
finger busy inside his ass till he reached down and grabbed hold of my
wrist.

"You gotta stop! Fuck, I can't take anymore!" he gasped.

I slowly pulled my finger free, at the same time, swallowing his load of
come. I think that's when he fully realized what had happened.

"Oh, fuck! I went off in your mouth! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that,"
he said.

"Don't apologize for a load like that," I said as I milked his rubbery cock
to pull and squeeze the last of his semen out and licked it off.  "I
wouldn't have it any other way."

He let out a sigh of relief and relaxed back on the bed, his forearm thrown
across his eyes. "Fuck, I never had anything like that happen to me
before," he said.

"And?" I asked.

"And what?" he asked, lifting his arm.

"And, lying there with your arm covering your eyes gives me the notion that
you might have some regrets, that maybe you wished you hadn't allowed it to
happen."

"Aw, shit, no. Far from it," he declared. "I didn't know exactly what you
were doing to me, but I sure would've let it happen if I'd known."

"Would you like for it to happen again?" I asked.

"Fuck, yeah," he said.  "I could lay here and let it happen as long as you
wanta do it."

"Okay, but you'd better try to locate your friend," I said.  "And give them
this room number in case he shows up."

He called around to the other motels but there was no Aaron Parks
registered. He laid down the phone with a sigh. "I guess he's not going to
show. And maybe I should be getting on my way."

"What happened to letting it happen as long as I wanta do it?"  I asked.

"How long do you have the room?" he asked.

"Another night. He might still show up," I offered as encouragement, but
more to convince him to stay longer.

He was about to say something when there came a knock at the door.  I got
up to answer it. I was taken aback when I opened the door. There stood the
most gorgeous Marine I had ever seen, even in the recruiting posters. He
was even better looking than my own son.

"Would there be a guy named Nathan here?" he asked.

 	"There would," I said as I stepped aside to let him in.

Nathan had heard his friend's voice and was coming toward us.

"Aaron! Where the fuck have you been?" he cried as he rushed up to him and
grabbed him in a tight bear hug, with no apparent inhibitions that he was
stark naked.

"Got tied up along the way. Car trouble, and a couple more things," he
said, sounding very noncommittal.  Aaron, too, seemed to think nothing of
his buddy being naked in another man's motel room.

	"You can explain later. Geezusss, it's great to see you. You look
great! You didn't tell me you joined the Marines, fucker."

	"I wanted to surprise you. I just got out of basic. You're looking
pretty fuckin' great yourself. Shit, look at that tan. What island did you
spend the summer on? And what the fuck, don't you wear clothes?" he asked,
glancing at me as if for the answer.

	"This is Jim Barker, by the way. He sort of took me in when he
found me sleeping out on the beach," Nathan said.

Aaron gave me what I thought was a suspicious look. We shook hands and the
boys went back to talking and getting reacquainted. It was a rewarding
sight, watching the two handsome, young studs embrace and laugh together
after such a long time apart. I was deciding how I could keep them together
for a while but I didn't think it would work out with just my room.  I
stepped over to the phone and called the desk and inquired about the room
next door; I had noticed that it was adjoining. It was available so I took
it.

"I need to go over to the office for a minute," I said.

I walked to the office and registered the Marine and Nathan and picked up
the keys. When I came back I went into the next room and unlocked the door
then went back around to my room. The two were standing out on the balcony,
chattering, getting caught up on the last four years.

"You slept on the beach? Well, that doesn't surprise me," Aaron said.

"You didn't reserve a room," Nathan reminded him.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Hey, thanks for taking care of my buddy," he
said to me.

"I did my best," I said, with a quick, sly glance at Nathan.

"Well, I forgot to ask about a room; I'd better go back over and see what
they've got available," Aaron said.

I held up the key to the next room. "It's been taken care of," I said,
nodding to the adjoining door.

	"Hey, thanks."

	"Thanks, but you didn't have to do that. You've done enough
already," Nathan said.

	"Let's say I'm doing it to show my support of our troops," I said.
"And I would be happy to show further support by taking you guys out to
dinner."

	"Are you going to make him get dressed first?" Aaron joked.

	We walked to a restaurant nearby where the two boys ate like farm
hands. They also ordered beer when I did, and the waiter didn't question
them for IDs.

	"Dam, I sort of miss being asked for my ID," Nathan joked.

	"I haven't been asked for an ID since I put the uniform on," said
Aaron.

	"Well, hell, look at you. Nobody's going to question you," Nathan
said.

	We sat and talked and I mostly listened to their stories of their
times in high school, and Aaron's tales of basic training.  I kept the beer
coming, and they didn't seem to notice that I only downed one for every
three they drank. I was surprised they held it as well as they did, but
when they began getting a little too funny, I cut them off and suggested we
go back to the motel.

	Aaron went into the next room to check it out and thanked me again
for getting them a place to stay. He started taking off his uniform in my
room, walking back and forth go his room to hang each piece up then coming
back into my room to remove the next piece.

	"Full belly and too much beer makes me sleepy," he said. "I don't
know about you guys but I'm going to hit the sack." He directed his last
remark more to Nathan.

	"Yeah, I'll join you," Nathan said.

	I was hoping they would leave the door open but Aaron closed it.  I
lay awake for over an hour, listening for signs of some kind of activity in
their room, but it grew quiet and remained so.  I sort of regretted getting
the room; I wished I'd had them both in my bed.

The next morning, after I was showered and dressed, I tried the door
between our two rooms. It was locked on their side; I had left my side
unlocked. I decided to wait for a little bit. I wanted to take them to
breakfast but I didn't want to interrupt their sleep. Or whatever might be
happening. It was incomprehensible to me that two big, good-looking, muscle
studs like them could share the same bed without getting it on, but then
straight guys don't think like that. It was nearly an hour before I heard
the door opening.

"Are you awake?" Nathan asked quietly, sticking his head in the door.

	"Yeah, come on in. I was going to come in and wake you guys up and
see if you were hungry but the door was locked."

"Yeah, Aaron's afraid of the boogie man," he said dryly.

"You wanta wake him up?" I asked.

"No, let him sleep," Nathan said. It seemed odd, the way he said it. I
couldn't tell whether it was "let him sleep, he's tired" or "fuck him, let
him sleep." I didn't ask any questions.

	Walking over to the breakfast room, Nathan was quiet. Too quiet, I
thought. I was curious about him and Aaron so I asked the generic question,
"How'd things go?"  His reply knocked the wind out of me.

"He fucked me!" he said, as matter-of-factly as if he'd said it was
raining.

"What?" I stopped in my tracks. "He fucked with you? What'd he do?"

"No, he fucked me. Literally."

"Oh." It was all I could think of to say. I didn't know what to think; he
didn't seem outraged or devastated; more surprised and disbelieving that
such a thing could've happened. "I, uh...I'm not sure what I'm supposed to
say," I said as we walked on.

	"There's not much to say. I got my ass fucked for the first time in
my life by my best friend. I think I liked it."

I swallowed hard, now less sure what I should say, so I said that.  "Well,
now I really don't know what to say."  But I was especially intrigued by
his remark, that he did think he liked it.

	We went inside and got in the short line at the breakfast bar. With
our plates filled, I led the way to a table in the far corner, out of
earshot in case Nathan had more he wanted to tell me. I was so pleased that
he was so comfortable talking to me about it. Sure enough, when we sat down
he started talking again, without much encouragement from me.

 	"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah. Sure. I just don't know where it came from...from out in left
field...We were horsing around and wrestling around on the bed like we used
to do in high school and the son-of-a-bitch got me pinned on my stomach and
before I knew it, he was putting it to me. I was so stunned I couldn't even
fight him off, or didn't. I just lay there and let it happen."

I found it hard to believe that he couldn't have prevented it but I didn't
know the guy's mindset.

"It was weird; like it was preordained, and there was nothing I could do
about it," he went on. "The really scary part is, I sort of liked it, in a
way. I said I didn't, but I must have, because he made me come.  It was
sort of like what you did to me with your fingers, only a hundred times
more intense. This has been the weirdest time of my life. I got my cock
sucked for the first time, then I got my ass fucked for the first time and
my head's just spinning with all of it.  I had no idea I was gay."

"Whoa! Whoa!" I said, holding up my hand. "It's not a good idea to make
rash judgments when your head's spinning."

"I wasn't making rash judgments," he said.

"Yes, you did. Experimenting around with gay sex a couple of times doesn't
make you gay," I told him.

"How many times does it take?" he asked. "How many times was it for you
before you decided you were gay. If you are," he added.

	"I am, I don't apologize for it, and you don't need to be
embarrassed about saying it," I said. "It's not a matter of counting the
times and when you reach some magic number on the gay meter, presto, you're
officially gay. Gay is something you are, or you're not. It's only a matter
of discovery."

	"Okay, how many times was it for you before you discovered you were
gay? And how do you know for sure? I mean, I certainly enjoyed getting head
from you, and I know that doesn't make anybody gay. Straight guys get head
all the time. But straight guys don't go around turning their butts up for
a stiff cock as a matter of course."

	"You said he pinned you," I said.

	"Yeah, but I gotta wonder...hell, he's a Marine and all, but look
at me, I could've thrown him off if I'd tried. Truth is...I'm afraid the
truth is, I wanted it to happen, in a way.  I must've, otherwise I would've
at least tried to stop him. So how do know? What's the defining moment, or
the defining act? What do you do, spin the wheel and see where it lands?
Gay...Straight...Bi...or somewhere in between?"

"How about who-the-fuck-gives-a-shit," I said.

	"Hey, I give a shit," he said emphatically. "I just got my ass
fucked, and it scares the hell out of me that I might have liked it. No,
that I liked it as much as I did. I'm afraid to ask myself if I liked it
enough to want it to happen again. Shit, I'm half afraid of being in the
room with him, and crawling into bed with him again. I'm afraid to face
him. That's the reason I didn't want to wake him."

"He's going to wake up, you know," I said.

	"Yes but I might be gone," he said. "I was thinking after I eat, I
could go back to your room and get my stuff and just disappear."

	"I don't think you want to do that, just up and scrap a long time
friendship like that," I said.

	He looked away to gaze out the window for a moment.  "No, I guess I
don't."

	"I don't think facing him is going to be all that much of a
problem, Nathan," I said. "He might be just as fucked up in the head over
it as you are. I mean, maybe it surprised him too, that things progressed
the way they did, and so fast. You both had quite a bit to drink, and you
were wrestling around. I don't know, but it could be that things just got
out of control and sucked you both in, like your bodies just took over."

"Yeah, that's what I told myself when I woke up this morning; we both had
too much to drink," he said.

"You don't think he planned for it to happen, do you?" I asked.

"No," he said, shaking his head.  "I don't think he planned it."

	"So, with the help of too much beer, and testosterone, it just
happened," I said.

	"Yeah, but it happened to me," he said.

	"It happened to him, too," I said.  "Think about it, turn it around
if you can; if it'd been the other way around, don't you think you might be
a little screwed up in the head to realize you fucked your best friend?
Especially if he's awake about now and wondering where you are."

"Yeah, I probably shouldn't have gone off and left him like that."

	I happened to glance to the side and saw Aaron walking across the
parking lot. "Well, here he comes," I said. I saw Nathan tense up.

	"Oh, shit," he said under his breath.

	"Hey, don't panic, it's going to be all right," I said quietly. But
I wasn't so sure.  When Aaron came in I was sure he glanced our way but he
didn't made any kind of acknowledgement and went straight to the line. When
he had moved close to the coffee service, I got up to go get a coffee
refill. He stepped back for me.

	"I see you finally woke up. We're sitting over in the corner," I
said.

	"Yeah, I know," he said, in a mumbling tone. "I'll be over."

	I went back and sat down. Nathan was looking at him.

"I told him where we were sitting. I don't think he saw us," I said.

	"Is he coming over to sit with us?"

	"Of course."

	"I don't know what to say to him," Nathan said.

	"You don't have to say anything about last night; you couldn't tell
him anything he doesn't already know. Just see how things go," I told
him. I saw the way he tensed up again when Aaron walked toward us.

	"Hey," Aaron said as he pulled a chair out and sat down with two
plates of food.

	"Hey," Nathan said back.

	"You should've woke me up," said Aaron.

	"I figured you might want to sleep," Nathan said.

	"Yeah, rough night," Aaron said, with an intense look across the
table at his friend.

	Nathan didn't say anything, Aaron wolfed down his food, and I could
feel the tension building up in that corner of the room.  I decided I
needed to pull an intervention.

	"You guys need to talk. I'm going to take my coffee and go back to
my room," I said.

	"You told him?" Aaron asked Nathan.

	"Yes."

	"You don't have to leave," Aaron said to me.

	"Okay."

	"Look, I'm sorry, man," he said to Nathan.

	"Maybe this isn't the best place to talk about it," I put in.

	"It's fine," Aaron said, looking all around.  Then he looked at
Nathan again. "I said I'm sorry."

	"I heard you," Nathan said.

	"But you're not going to accept my apology?"

	"I don't know if I want to," Nathan said.

	"Well, screw you again," Aaron said flippantly.

	"No, I don't know if I want an apology," Nathan said, looking down
at his plate.

	"Well, if you don't want an apology, what do you want?"

	"I don't know.  I want my head to stop spinning for one thing, so I
can think," said Nathan. "I was starting to do okay till you walked in the
door."

	"Sorry I screwed up your head, but I still don't know what you want
from me," Aaron said dryly.

	I interrupted again.  "Guys, this needs to be taken back to your
room where you can say what you wanta say," I told them.

	Aaron shoveled in several more bites of food and washed it down
with coffee then stood up.  "Okay, I'm done, let's go."

	We walked back across the parking lot and I let us into my
room. The adjoining door was open and when Aaron came in behind me he went
straight for their room.  Nathan was hesitant, looked at me like he didn't
know what to do.  I motioned for him to go in with his friend. He did, but
he didn't close the door, so I couldn't help but hear them.

	"I said I'm sorry," Aaron said. "But if you're not going to accept
my apology, then you gotta tell me what you want from me, cause I don't
know what else to say. But you have to tell me Nate, because I don't want
our friendship to come to an end over a piece of ass."

"Is that what it was to you, a piece of ass?" Nathan asked, sounding hurt
and angry.

"No!" Aaron replied emphatically.  "No, it was...it was...well, you're
probably gonna get more pissed at me for saying this, but it was the best
damned sex I ever had.  Because it...it meant something," he added in a
lower tone.

"The best?" Nathan said, sounding surprised now. "Considering all the girls
you've laid, that's saying a lot."

"It was a lot," Aaron said. "So I guess I'm not really apologizing, at
least I'm not sorry it happened...I'm sorry I hurt you, but I don't think
that could be helped. And let's face it, Nate, you didn't really try to
fight me all that hard...did you?"

There was a pause before he replied in a soft tone, "No, I...I guess I
didn't."

"Yeah. If you had, you could've stopped me...thrown me off," Aaron said.

Another quiet pause.

"Are we okay, then?" Aaron asked.

"Yeah, I guess so.  I mean, it's not enough to fuck up a friendship, is
it?" Nate said.

	"Was it enough to wanta do it again?" Aaron asked.

	I cringed inside, even though I could tell by his tone that he was
laughing when he said it.

	"Fucker," Nate growled, laughing.

Then I heard them wrestling around, and laughing louder. I went to the door
to see Nate's jeans ripped open and he was struggling to keep Aaron from
tugging them down while he fought to take Aaron's shirt off. They saw me
and stopped.

"Glad to see you guys worked things out," I said, smiling.

"It was just a big misunderstanding," Aaron said, laughing.

"Is that what you call it?" Nate yelled, grabbing a pillow to beat him
with.

"Well, hey, you gotta admit, it was big," Aaron said, ducking out of the
way.

"Fuckin' dam near drilled me a new asshole," Nate groaned.

"And what was that white gooey stuff all over your chest and stomach?"
Aaron chided him.  "You liked it, fucker; you shot off as big a load as I
did."

"How would you know that?  Yours is swimming around in my ass."

I laughed with them, happy to see that their friendship had not only been
salvaged, but the bond between them strengthened.

"Look, guys, I had myself scheduled to move on today, so I'm going to be
checking out. But I'm going to extend your room for another night," I told
them. I grinned and added, "So you don't have to sleep out with the sea
gulls," directing my remark at Nate.

They both sobered up and got off the bed, Nate holding his jeans together.

"Do you really have go?" he said.

"Yeah, it'd be great if you could stay," said Aaron.

I smiled again.  "I don't think you guys need me around. Looks like you've
got your differences resolved," I said, nodding to Nate's open fly.  "And
if I don't go, I won't be able to work in every place I wanted to visit."

"Well, it's great of you to give us the room," Nate said.

"Yeah, I wish there was some way we could pay you back," Aaron said.

I couldn't help smiling again as I glanced at Nate, still holding his fly
together instead of buttoning his jeans.  I got the feeling he was waiting
to see if I left so Aaron could finish taking them off of him.

"Well...since you mention it," I said.

"He's never had a blowjob," Nate said eagerly.

"No kidding; you went straight for the gold," I said.

 "It wasn't planned that way," Aaron said.  "None of it was planned."

"Well, I don't know if I would be able to match what Nate gave you, but I'd
be willing to give it a try sometime...just for the sake of comparison," I
said as I pulled out my wallet and took out two of my business cards.

	"For the record, I didn't give him my ass," Nate said.  "He took
it."

	I handed them each a card.  "If you're ever going to be in this
area, give me a call," I said.

	They looked a little disappointed, but I was sure their
disappointment would vanish the moment I walked out the door.


				  The End


(If you liked the story--or if you didn't--please let me hear from you; my
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Pete