Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 21:03:36 -0000
From: tom fox <tfox2099@hotmail.com>
Subject: Colin

This story is a continuation of a previous saga, found under CELEBRITY,
entitled "Legendary Journey".  While this story is self-contained, to fully
appreciate it, the reader is encouraged to check out the "Legendary
Journey" saga.  This is the first in a multi-part story line.

Other stories by the author are found under ENCOUNTERS as well as
INTERRACIAL, entitled "Hot Springs".

The usual warnings and disclaimers are applicable.  If you are offended by
stories of male/male physical relationships and/or erotica, please do not
read this story or other stories by the author.  Feedback and costructive
suggestions for additional stories are always welcome. Please send your
responses to tfox2099@hotmail.com


"Well, good to talk to you too!  Uh-huh.  Yup.  OK, LAX on Friday at 2:45.
Right.  Looking forward to seeing you again.  No, no problem.  See you
then.  Bye, Colin."

I hung up the phone, and stared at it for a few moments.  Colin McDermott.
I had not talked to him in over a year, no, eighteen months, maybe more;
not since I had returned from New Zealand.  I thought about him often, and
in fact there had been no one else in my life since that trip to New
Zealand.  Too much of a good thing, I suppose.

My mind wandered back to that incredible time I had experienced in New
Zealand.  I had gone there to write an article for a major travel magazine
on the diverse landscape and incredible tourist value that could be found
in renting an RV (or CamperVan as they call it down under) and touring the
countryside.  While en route from L.A. to Auckland, I'd met the actor Kevin
Sorbo, spent some time with him, and he and I had become very good
friends...and more.  But more importantly, I had met a truly remarkable
young man, Colin McDermott.  Colin was considerably younger than me. Hell I
was old enough to be his father, or at least older brother!  He was in his
early 20's, tall, about 6 foot 3 inches and weighed about 165.  He had a
slender build, a swimmers build, with broad shoulders and chest that
tapered down from his well defined lats to a tiny waist, and the requisite
8-pack washboard abs and prominent obliques.  He had long thin arms, not
muscular, but strong.  He had very blond hair, not bleached as is the
fashion, but a natural blond, the result of spending many hours outdoors.
When I had last seen him, he had his hair cut short, not a buzz cut, but
short enough to hug his head.  He had incredibly penetrating eyes, a hazel
colour, an unusual colour as they seemed to alternate from a green to a
blue hue, depending on his mood.  He had an hourglass jaw, a very muscular
face, very distinctive and full of character.  Not overly handsome, not
drop-dead gorgeous, but very appealing nonetheless.  But it was that mouth,
that perfectly beautiful mouth that broadened into an electrifying smile
that had really attracted me, a smile that one sees at the cinema from a
superstar actor, but seldom in real life, with those magnificently white,
perfect teeth and rich full lips.  God, I was getting turned on just by the
thought of him!  It had been far too long, and a feeling deep inside of me,
a yearning to see him again, was beginning to surface.  I had tried to put
him out of my mind after I had left Auckland, thinking that I would never
see him again, never hear from him again.  I was wrong.

I had been very busy in that year and a half since Auckland.  I had been
all over the world, writing articles for various magazines on a variety of
topics.  While not an expert at any one subject, I had a well-rounded
knowledge of many subjects, and this kept me in demand as a writer.  And I
was a good photographer to boot, combining my writing with accompanying
pictures.  Consequently, I had gotten to see a lot of the world, and met
many interesting people.  One such person was a talent agent from New York,
who, in addition to an apartment off Central Park, happened to also have a
home in Malibu, since he spent much of his time commuting between the
coasts.  He was currently in New York and had offered me the use of his
Malibu home, and I had taken him up on it.  San Francisco had previously
been my home base, but it had gotten too expensive for me, and besides,
with all the travelling I'd been doing, I was seldom there. I'd saved a lot
of money over the years, and my travels were always paid for by the
magazines, and I'd bought a small cabin in the Rockies, a place for me to
get away when I had the chance.  But now, I was in Malibu waiting for my
next assignment.  And Colin had called me, saying that he was coming to the
USA.

Friday morning.  I was up early, decided to go for a run along the beach.
I had all this pent up energy and needed to burn it off.  I was very
apprehensive about seeing Colin again, but I was not sure why.  Was it
because it had just been a fling and was over?  Did I have feelings for
him?  Was I in denial about those feelings?  What if he was no longer
attracted to me?  What if I was no longer attracted to him?  What if we had
nothing in common, nothing to talk about?

I put on a pair of gym shorts and a tank top, threw on some socks and my
running shoes, and headed out the door, out onto the beach.  I stretched a
bit, to limber up and get my muscles warmed up, and headed off down the
beach.  I'm no runner by any stretch of the imagination, but sort of jogged
to keep in shape, along with working out with weights.  I ran down the
beach to my usual turnaround point, and headed back up to the house.  I
always tried to increase my sprint for the last leg of this workout, and
today I really let loose, running as fast as I could until I reached my
starting point.  I stood on the beach for a bit, panting and trying to
catch my breath.  It felt good to push myself again; when I travel, my
workouts can sometimes be sporadic.

I started up toward the house, and as I did, I noticed my neighbor, Drew,
out on the balcony of his house.  I'd never really talked to him, although
I'd run into him on the beach on several occasions.  We'd nod at each other
and exchange pleasantries and small talk.  He was quite a cutie, with brown
hair, a long thin face, and a nice build from what I could tell beneath his
gym shorts and t-shirt.  I looked up at Drew, he was waving down at me, and
I waved back.  He beckoned with his hand to come over to his house, so
instead of going directly up the path to my house, I went over to his.

He met me at the door, and I shook his outstretched hand.  He had a good
firm handshake, and a very direct gaze at me.  He was probably around 30,
about 6 foot, maybe 175 pounds, and his straight brown hair was a bit
tousled, as though he'd just recently gotten out of bed.  No facial hair,
but some stubble, perhaps a couple days growth.  His arms and legs were not
overly muscular, but somewhat thin, and well defined, a runner's body.  I
found myself returning his gaze, looking deep into the brown eyes of this
attractive young man.

"Want some coffee?" he asked.  "Got up just a bit ago, so it's fairly
fresh.  It's also freshly ground."

"Sure, thanks," I said.  "Just what I need after a run, a good bit of
caffeine!"

We sat out on the balcony, watching the ocean, and exchanged the usual
pleasantries.  Much to my surprise, it turned out that Drew was in the
publishing business, working for a publisher in L.A.  We talked a bit about
the business, and some of the people we knew in common.  He knew one of my
favourite publishers from San Francisco, the one who had gotten me the New
Zealand gig. I told him about my trip to New Zealand without going into
detail, and without mentioning names - I had promised to keep certain
information to myself.  He had read my articles on those travels and told
me he had been impressed by the depth of coverage I'd given a topic that
could have been mundane.

As we chatted, I turned and looked around, trying to figure out how he
could afford such a place.  I knew that he probably earned a pretty good
living, but not enough to afford a place like this.  Hell, I knew that I
couldn't' afford a place like this!  I noticed the hot tub on the side of
the balcony, the side closest to my house.  It was shielded in such a way
as to not be visible from the beach area, but was visible from my house.
Odd that I'd not noticed it before, but then again, I'd not looked over at
Drew's house very often.

I heard some noises from inside the house, the sounds of a blender
whirring, and an "ah shit!" from a muffled voice inside. "Drew, we're gonna
need more milk" the voice said, with a hint of irritation.  I was sitting
with my back to the interior of the house, and couldn't tell exactly what
was going on inside.  Drew got up, went inside and then returned to the
balcony, laughing.  "That's Matt", he said.  "He spilled some milk while
making his protein shake."

At the mention of his name, a figure emerged from the interior of the
house, and walked over to Drew and gave him a long, passionate kiss.  "Good
morning, love", Drew said.  "Good morning to you", the figure said in
response.  He then became aware of my presence, apparently having not
noticed me when he first came outside.  "Matt, this is our neighbor Tom.
Tom, this is Matt" Drew said.

I reached to shake Matt's outstretched hand, his firm grip matching my own.
"Good to meet you, Tom", Matt said.  "You too" I responded.  Matt stood by
the edge of the balcony, looking out over the ocean.  I had a brief moment
to look at him.  He was quite different from Drew.  He looked to be a bit
younger than Drew, maybe 27 or so.  He had dark hair, sort of curly, cut
close around his head.  He had Mediterranean features, looking to be either
Italian or Greek, with a Roman nose, broad forehead with somewhat heavy
brows, high cheekbones, and a broad mouth.  Your average guy, not a pretty
boy, but a good looking guy.  He was standing there just in his boxers, and
even in profile, I could see that he had a really nice ass, sort of a
bubble butt.  His chest was covered in dark hair, not overly thick, but
certainly in abundance, trailing down his body and disappearing in his
boxers.  Not an overly developed body, somewhat thick, and in good shape.
He seemed to be something of an opposite of Drew.

Drew looked at me looking at Matt, and smiled, an enigmatic smile that knew
that I was trying to assess these two guys and figure out what was what.
"We're gonna grab a soak in the hot tub, care to join us?" Drew asked, with
that smile still on his face.  I looked at my watch, and decided I needed
to head back to the house and get ready to go to the airport.  Traffic
would be a bear, and I certainly did not want to be late.  I thanked Drew
and Matt for their hospitality, stating that I had to go to the airport to
pick up a friend and that I needed to leave. "Maybe another time" I said as
I looked at Matt and then at Drew.  Drew walked me to the door, patted me
on the back and said "no need to be a stranger, Tom.  You're welcome to
come over any time.  We keep odd hours, so one of us is usually here.  Hope
you can make it back over soon." Drew said, that direct gaze looking deep
into my eyes.

"I'd like that, Drew.  Maybe another time, then", I said.  We shook hands
again, the strength in Drew's hand matching my own.  I released his grip
and turned to walk back to my house.  "Nice ass" Drew said, slightly under
his breath, but certainly loud enough for me to hear him.  I smiled as I
continued walking away from the house toward my own house.

I got back to my house and looked at my watch again.  It was starting to
get late, and if I didn't get going, I would definitely be delayed in
getting to the airport on time.  I stripped off my clothes and walked into
the bathroom.  I brushed my teeth and shaved, at least the part of me that
I could shave.  I looked at my reflection in the mirror.  Not too shabby
for a guy in his late forties.  I'm 5 foot 10 inches tall and weigh just
around 190 pounds. My short, dark blond hair was sprinkled with grey,
giving my hair sort of a shimmering look, contrasting the darker hair with
the lighter hair.  Not bad, I thought to myself.  I'm glad I'd trimmed my
beard a few days prior, since I wanted to look my best.  I'm in pretty good
shape, good muscle definition in the upper body, no chest or ab hair, my
four-pack lightly showing.  I did have a nice ass, and smiled to myself as
a recalled Drew's words.  I squeezed my butt cheeks together and laughed,
and looked down at my strong legs.  Yup, not too shabby for an old fart.

I jumped into the shower and lathered up, getting the salt air off my body.
I let the shower stream hit my back, and thought about the two guys next
door, and then about Colin.  I wonder if he's changed much.  When I first
met him, he had a hairy chest, that blond hair all over his upper chest,
and trailing down his stomach to his groin.  It was an incredibly gorgeous
chest, and I'd been somewhat disappointed when he had shaved his chest and
abs, to fit better into his wetsuit, as he had explained it.  With a bare
chest, his muscular body was that much more evident, but I really liked him
hairy.  As I was thinking about Colin, I could feel a stirring in my
crotch, my balls starting to churn, and my cock beginning to stiffen.  I
grabbed my cock in my left hand and began to stroke it slowly, savoring the
thought of Colin and what might be.

Reluctantly, I released the grip on my woody, and got out of the shower and
dried off. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked through the house
and out onto the balcony.  It was an incredibly glorious day, not a cloud
in the sky, the breeze from the ocean cooling my body, the heat of the sun
warming it.  I glanced at my watch and saw that I was OK on the time, so I
stripped off my towel as I sat down in one of the lounge chairs to let the
sun continue warming and drying my body.  I stretched out my body and let
the sun do its work.  The warming of old sol started to make me feel
lethargic, and in spite of myself, I started to fall asleep.

Just as I was drifting off, I heard a low, sustained moan, which then
faded, and then started up again.  I opened my eyes to try to determine
where it was coming from.  As I was looking around, I looked over toward
the house next door, and saw Drew and Matt in the hot tub.  Matt was
sitting up slightly on the edge of the tub, and Drew was between his legs,
sucking Matt's cock deep into his mouth.  Drew's head was bobbing up and
down on Matt's rigid member, as Drew's hands were roaming over Matt's hairy
chest, pausing to play with his nipples.  I was enthralled by what I was
witnessing, and just laid there on my lounger, my own pecker beginning to
get hard.  I watched as Drew bobbed up and down, slowly, then rapidly,
slowly then rapidly.  Matt grabbed the back of Drew's head and pushed
Drew's face deep into his crotch, his hands seemingly directing the speed
with which Drew sucked that glorious member.  Matt looked up at the sky,
and I thought sure he was cumming as he moaned.  my own cock was now firmly
in my hand as I watched these two studs in the hot tub.

Drew withdrew Matt's member from his mouth and looked up at Matt's face,
and Matt looked down at Drew, and then bent over and gave him a long,
passionate kiss.  Their two faces were grinding together, and it was
obvious that these two men were deeply in love with each other.  Matt's
hands roamed over Drew's face and then on down his body to Drew's cock, and
started to massage it.  As he did so, I was massaging my own cock.  I
couldn't help myself, I knew that it was rude of me to watch, and I should
turn away, but I was fascinated in watching these two men making love.

Drew then stood up and turned his body around, and I watched as he bent
over the opposite side of the hot tub, his exposed ass begging to be
filled.  Matt moved through the water of the tub, and approached Drew's
willing hole, his own rod straining in anticipation.  From where I sat,
Matt's cock did not seem overly big, appeared to be average size, maybe 6
inches or so.  But like my own cock, it was thick, a nice handful, with
Matt's hand on the root of his cock, as he approached Drew's velvet hole.
Drew squirmed a bit as the head of Matt's cock entered him, and the head
then disappeared inside of Drew.  Drew arched his back, his head looking up
toward the sky, the look of pleasure on his face inescapable.  Slowly, Matt
pushed himself into Drew, until he was fully inside of him.  Matt's face
was equally enraptured by the feeling of making love to his partner, and as
he started a slow, rhythmic in and out motion, Matt leaned forward and
grabbed Drew around the waist, kissing Drew in the center of his muscular
back.  Drew took Matt's hands and guided them down to his own cock, and
Matt started to jerk Drew off as he started to pummel his ass.  The two
studs started a rocking motion together, as Matt pushed in and out of
Drew's ass, and simultaneously stroked Drew's cock.

I couldn't stand it any more, and started stroking my own cock with vigor.
I felt the veins on the underside of my cock, as I stroked myself with
increasing intensity, slowing periodically as I felt the fire burning deep
inside of me, and then speeding up again, as the fire subsided.  My eyes
were transfixed by the show going on at the house next door, the two men
making love with abandon.  I watched as Matt increased his tempo, plunging
himself deep inside Drew, Drew rolling his head back and forth in complete
abandon, loving every moment of his lover's rod pistoning his manhole.
Matt continued to increase his tempo, his strokes faster and faster, the
look of intense pleasure on his face, as I knew he was approaching the
point of no return.

Instead of backing off this time, Matt continued to pummel Drew's asshole,
and stroked Drew's cock, all the while my own cock getting a workout that
was too long overdue.  Suddenly, Drew's cock was spurting his seed into the
hot tub, and as he did so, I could see that Matt was also about to cum.  He
threw his head back and with a look of both pain and pleasure, he began to
shoot his load deep inside of Drew.  And as Matt continued to fuck Drew, I
shot off my own load, and let out a long steady moan of sheer pleasure.  My
first spurt shot out of my cock with a force that I'd not experienced for
some time, and that load of jism landed squarely on my chin.  The second
and third spurt were nearly as forceful and landed on my chest and abdomen.

I continued stroking myself, watching the two studs next door, and as I did
so, Drew looked over in my direction, and smiled.  He'd known all along
that I had been watching them, and as he smiled in my direction, his eyes,
now dreamy with the feeling of contentment, met mine in a mutual gaze of
satisfaction.  I continued stroking my cock, and it continued to spurt its
love juices all over me.  And I watched as Matt continued to plow Drew's
ready ass, but now with less intensity.  Matt continued his rocking motion,
and Drew rocked back and forth with him, in a rhythm that was beautiful to
watch.  I looked again at Drew, who continued to smile at me, and I smiled
in return, somewhat sheepishly that I'd been caught watching them.  Drew
raised his hand and gave me a thumbs up sign, and as he did so, Matt looked
over in my direction for the first time, and also smiled, a shit-eating
grin that said "we wanted to give you a good show".  And that they did!

The two men remained locked together for a while as Matt stopped his
rocking motion, allowing himself to wither and withdraw from Drew's ready
ass.  Matt reached for Drew's cock and took some of the remnants of the cum
that had shot from it on his fingers, and brought it to his mouth, licking
his fingers clean.  Drew turned around to Matt and the two men engaged in a
passionate embrace, holding each other closely, hugging each other in an
expression of love and devotion to each other.  Their faces melded into
each other, their kiss long and passionate, their lips and mouths grinding
together in joyous rapture.

I smiled as I watched them, and my thoughts turned to Colin.  Colin!  Shit,
I was going to be late!  I looked at my watch, it was nearly 1pm.  And
Colin's flight would be arriving at LAX at 2:45.  I gave my cock a few last
good strokes, and then got up, grabbed my towel, and headed back in to the
shower to clean myself up.  I quickly showered the jism off my body,
toweled off, and headed to the closet.  I picked out a nice polo shirt, a
pair of Dockers, and put on my socks and shoes.  I knew I had to scramble
to make it to the airport without killing myself in the process.  I grabbed
the keys off the kitchen counter and headed out to the garage.  I opened
the garage door and fired up the Miata, backed out and onto the private
street that fronted the house, and onto the PCH, pointing the little
roadster toward town.

As it turned out, the drive to the airport was uneventful.  I parked the
car in the valet parking area, and headed in to the terminal.  I found the
concourse for the flights from the South Pacific area, and headed down
toward the gate for Colin's flight.  I'd gotten there with plenty of time
to spare, so I sat down and watched as the flights came in and departed.

Finally, Colin's flight was announced.  I waited nervously as the
passengers began to disembark from the aircraft from New Zealand and go
through Customs.  I stood there, tensely watching the crowd, searching for
that familiar face.  Then I saw him.

He saw me as he queued up to go through Customs, and briefly flashed that
incredible smile.  He cleared Customs without incident, and then he strode
toward me with that same air of confidence that I'd seen and admired when I
first met him.  Not cocky, just confident.  I had instantly recognized him,
and yet he looked different from a year ago, looked more mature.  He'd put
on some weight, I estimated about 10, maybe 15 pounds, and it looked good
on him, his swimmer's body had been almost too thin.  His blond hair was
still strikingly light, but was somewhat longer than the close cropped hair
that I remembered.  But most striking of all was the goatee that he now
sported.  That was a big surprise, I didn't think it was possible for him
to grow a mustache, much less a goatee, but he had, and it looked very good
on him, the blond hair of his goatee contrasting against the tan, not too
deep, that he was sporting.  He'd obviously been keeping up with his
surfing and being outdoors.

He was wearing a pair of sandals, shorts and a Henley shirt, open at the
neck, and the tuffs of hair stood out from the open collar. Good!  He'd
gone back to his natural look and was no longer shaving his chest.  He
really looked good, there was a sense of maturity to him that he had not
had a year ago.  Oh, sure, he had been very confident and made all of my
travel arrangements in New Zealand, but there was something about him,
something different about him, and I found myself even more attracted to
him.

He walked up to me, holding out his hand in greeting.  I looked at him and
said "Just a handshake won't do it, Colin" and walked up to him and
embraced him in a hug, as a father would do with a long-lost son, or
brother to brother.  That New Zealand reserve instantly melted away, and he
returned my hug, embracing me as well.  We pulled away from each other and
looked into each other's eyes, my emerald green eyes meeting his intense
hazel eyes.  Our eyes searched each other, our gaze melding together, our
minds becoming one in that same instant.  Colin smiled at me, that Tom
Cruise killer smile, and said "It's so good to see you again Mister,
er...Tom.  Sorry, can't seem to get past that formal thing, can I?"

"You look terrific, Colin!  Looks like you've gained a bit of weight and it
really looks good on you", I said as I reached for the duffel bag that he'd
dropped on the floor.

"I've been working out with weights more this past year. You and Kevin got
me interested in that.  Before, I spent all of my free time surfing and
swimming, I thought it would be good for me to work out and get a bit more
weight on.  I've gained 20 pounds," he said proudly.  "You're looking very
well yourself, looks like you've dropped a few pounds" he said, looking me
over approvingly.

"Actually, I gained a bit of weight, I like to think it's more muscle! I've
been working out more this year as well.  I've done a lot of travelling,
but I've also found more time to get into the gym this year.  I'm settled
here in L.A. for now, San Francisco got to be too much for me.  Not that
L.A. isn't as well" I said with a laugh.

"So, what's the plan?  You'd mentioned that you were staying at a beach
house?" Colin asked.

"I've got a friend in New York who has this house in Malibu that he uses
only occasionally, when he is in town" I said.  "Most of his work is on the
East Coast, he flies out here when he needs to.  He offered, I accepted!
It's very nice, right on the beach, but in a private enclave.  I think you
will like it."

"I'm sure I will, Tom, especially since you're there." Colin said, his gaze
penetrating to my soul.

"I'm so glad you could come to the States, Colin", I said, my own gaze
equally penetrating.  "I've thought about you often, and wondered what you
were doing back in New Zealand."

We started walking down the concourse, me carrying his duffel bag, he
carrying his smaller carry-on bag.  He'd packed efficiently, and there was
no need for us to go to the baggage claim area.  We headed down the
concourse, through the terminal, and on out to the parking area, making
small talk as we walked.  The valet retrieved the Miata, I stowed his gear
in the trunk, squeezing the duffel bag in, and we hopped into the car,
Colin with his carry-on bag on the floor between his feet and legs.  Memo
to myself: don't pick up a friend from an overseas flight in a Miata!  I
fired up the little sportster and headed out toward Lincoln Blvd. and Santa
Monica, then back on the PCH, headed back to the house.

We continued to make small talk as we drove back up the coast.  It was
difficult to carry on a conversation, what with the wind noise when I could
get my speed up, and the traffic noise when I couldn't.  The brief spurts
of conversation were punctuated by periods of silence, Colin taking in the
sights of the drive along the coast, me trying to concentrate on my
driving.  I'd periodically sneak a peak over at Colin, the wind lightly
blowing his hair around his face, his eyes squinting in the sunlight.
Another memo to myself: always keep a spare pair of sunglasses in the car!
God, it was good to see him again.  I couldn't get over the change in him
from the last time I'd seen him.

We arrived back at the turn-off to the enclave, and I guided the Miata back
into the garage.  We jumped out of the roadster and I retrieved Colin's
gear from the trunk.  I walked toward the door from the garage to the
house, somewhat ahead of Colin, as he was retrieving his carry-on bag from
the floor of the car.  "Nice ass", I heard him say softly under his breath,
just barely audible.  I smiled to myself, then turned around as I unlocked
the door, watching Colin as he got his bag out of the car.  "Thanks!", I
said, a wicked little grin on my face.  Colin diverted his eyes from me
only momentarily, then returned my gaze, that killer smile broad across his
face.  "You're welcome!" he said in reply.

The house had a very open floor plan, not a lot of walls, one room flowing
into the next, on the main level.  It was not overly large, but certainly
was comfortable.  The kitchen was open to the dining area, which in turn
was off the living room area.  Well, not so much a living room as a Great
Room, surrounded on 3 sides by walls of glass, allowing a perfect view of
the ocean from just about anywhere in that part of the house.  There was a
lower level to the house, which contained a rec room, a small gym, and a
couple of bedrooms and a bath.  The master bedroom was a loft area looking
out over the Great Room, and sharing the panorama of windows from the Great
Room.  At the rear of the master bedroom was a large bath, with a steam
room and a hot tub.  Needless to say, I was staying in the master bedroom!

I put the duffel bag in the Great Room, kicked off my shoes, and was about
to turn around to see where Colin was.  I felt him come up behind me, grab
me around the waist, his arms encircling my upper arms, his hands pointed
down across my abs toward my crotch.  He felt so strong, his arms much
larger than I had remembered, his biceps more fully developed.  He pressed
his chest into my back, and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck,
as his face was exploring my body.  He gently kissed the back of my neck,
just below the hair line, and moved lovingly around to my right ear.  I
felt his tongue dart into my ear, and his teeth nibble at my earlobes.
Gawd, he remembered just how turned on that got me!  His crotch was rubbing
up against my ass, the tension in the material of his pants nearly bursting
at the seams, his raging hard-on begging for release.  I wiggled my ass a
bit, in invitation, and to get a better feel of him.

Colin continued to nibble at my earlobes, moving from one ear to the other,
as we just stood there, he grinding into me, me loving every minute of it!
Slowly we moved toward the center of the Great Room, an open area devoid of
furniture.  Colin was walking me with his front pressed to my back, his
hardness pressed against my squirming butt.

Suddenly, in one movement, Colin grabbed the bottom of my polo shirt and
aggressively pulled it up and over my head, stripping me to the waist in
one quick movement.  I whirled around to face him, feeling just a bit put
off...no, I was pissed off.  But when I saw him, I understood what he was
doing.  He was crouched in a wrestler's stance, bent at the waist, his legs
wide apart, his hands and arms making a circling motion, menacing,
threatening.  He had a look in his eyes that I'd not seen before, a hungry,
sexual look, like a alpha male in a pack of wild animals, challenging
another alpha male.

"C'mon, Fox.  Show me what you've got!" he said, with just a hint of
playfulness in his voice.

I turned my back on him momentarily and took a couple steps away from him,
which caught him briefly off guard, apparently not expecting me to do that.
The momentary lapse was just what I was looking for, and I turned and
lunged toward Colin, with a force that propelled my superior weight against
his body, something of a standing body slam.  I grasped Colin in a bear hug
and lifted him up off his feet, and while airborne, I ripped at his shirt
and stripped it off his body, up and over his head, the fabric ripping as I
did so.  He came down slightly off balance, and I had the chance to lean
into him, further throwing him off balance, and crashing to the floor, with
me on top of him.  My hands deftly moved to his shorts, and in a few quick
moves I had the fastener undone, and was pulling the shorts off his body.
Colin struggled, reaching for the clasp of my Dockers, trying desperately
to duplicate what I had just done to him.  I could feel the strength in his
body, particularly his upper body, and saw the muscles in his arms
straining against my own muscular arms.  With the weight of my body and one
arm on his hairy chest, I pulled his pants off with my free hand, exposing
the bikini briefs that he was wearing, his rock hard cock straining against
the miniscule fabric, the head of his cock peaking out from the waistband.
I grasped the waistband just to the side of his cock and pulled with a
force that I did not know that I possessed, ripping those bikini briefs off
his body, exposing him completely naked, save for the sandals on his feet.

Colin was still fumbling with the clasp of my Dockers, and trying to get
the zipper down.  We both were panting, breathing heavily from the sudden
exertion.  Suddenly, he stopped fumbling with my pants, and laid there, his
hands withdrawn from my crotch, his breath heaving, his hairy chest rising
against the power of my own body and arm.

"I surrender", he said softly, his steely hazel eyes now gazing deeply into
my own eyes, my emerald green eyes flashing in an intense, aggressive gaze.
I softened my gaze, looked deeply back into his eyes, our eyes searching
each other's soul.  I reached down to my pants and finished what Colin had
tried so desperately to do, and pulled my pants off, exposing my boxers, my
own cock rock hard against the loose fabric.  I pulled off my boxers, and
the two of us laid there in on the floor in the middle of the room, me
slightly on top of Colin, both of us naked, except for his sandals and my
socks.

"I've missed you tremendously, Tom," Colin said in a whisper, just barely
audible.  "The past 18 months have been sheer hell for me, not knowing if I
would ever see you again, be with you again..."

"Shhhhhh," I said to Colin, the index finger of my free hand reaching up to
gently touch his lips.  "Oh, Colin," I said with a sigh.  "You don't know
how many times I thought about you, wondered what you were doing in New
Zealand, who you were with.  And I've missed you too, buddy!  Gawd, have I
missed you.  I've not been with another man at all since the day I left New
Zealand."

"I've not been with anyone else either, Tom.  I did go back to Kevin's
house after I dropped you at the airport, but nothing happened between us.
We talked, really talked for a very long time.  He told me how he felt
about you, and I did the same.  Don't know what it is about you, the effect
you have on men, but it's pretty powerful stuff.  I knew then when you left
that I loved you, Tom.  Loved you like I've never loved a man before."

I gently leaned down, my hairless chest pressing against his hairy chest,
and reveled in the feel of his fur against my body. "And I love you too", I
said to Colin.  I kissed him full on the lips, gently at first, just barely
touching his lips, and then with more passion, more aggression, with more
fire.  It had been far too long, and I made up for lost time.

I kissed Colin like a man possessed, my mouth open wide and willingly
accepting his probing tongue, he matching my passion.  Our hands were
roaming over each other's bodies, my hands exploring the hairs of his chest
around his nipples, his hand along my back, tracing down the small of my
back and the crack in my ass.  I felt his fingers probing my ass, gently
splaying apart the cheeks of my ass, and I willingly moved my ass around to
give Colin better access.

My own hands continued roaming across his great, hairy body, traversing
down from his pecs to his abs, the glorious eight-pack of his now covered
in blond hair, trailing on down to his crotch.  My hand followed that trail
down to my target, his glistening steel rod, now straining unencumbered.  I
moved my head down, following my hand, kissing along every inch of his
body, until I reached my goal.

I gently teased his swollen stabber with my lips, my tongue flitting across
the lead of his cock, his foreskin now pulled back, exposing that
glistening knob.  I continued to flicker my tongue against his cock, and
Colin started bucking his hips up to meet my face, a slight moan coming
from deep within him.  I loved to tease him that way, get him all worked
up, and that I did.  My breath was hot and heavy against his cock, and
finally I knew what I had to do, what I so desperately wanted to do, what I
had missed for far too long.  I encircled his cock with my lips and with
one move, plunged my head down on the entire length of his cock, until the
head was deeply planted in my throat and I could feel the veins of that
mighty cock against my mouth.  I sucked him like I had never sucked a man
before, the passion burning deep within me, my desire for Colin more
intense than I had ever experienced.

I slowly moved my head up and down on his great member, savoring the taste
and texture that was Colin, moistening his tool for further action.  With
one free hand, I gently played with his ball sac, ever so slightly, rolling
his nuts between my fingertips, mindful to be gentle with him.  My hand
moved further down below his ball sac and I found his willing hole, now
exposed when Colin shifted his position and spread his legs apart.

All the while, Colin was fingering my own hole, probing one and then two
fingers inside of me.  I could feel him moving his fingers around, getting
me loosened up, and I knew what had to come next.

I climbed on top of Colin, my ass straddled across his abs, the fur on his
body raising goosebumps on my flesh as I felt it against my own fairly
hairless butt cheeks.  I massaged his hairy pecs, lingering at the nipples,
toying with them, those great, large round orbs aroused and sticking up
through his chest hair.  He was moaning and moving his head from side to
side, in anticipation of what he surely knew would happen next. Colin
looked up at me, his eyes glazed in sheer pleasure, and whispered "are you
sure?"

I nodded my head silently and moved my body back and raised it
simultaneously, until my waiting hole was poised over his massive rod.  I
teased the tip of his cock with the velvet opening of my hole, and we both
shuddered in anticipation.  I gently began to lower myself onto him, his
willing cock thrusting up into my opening.  I contracted the muscles in my
hole to give him some resistance and continued to force myself down on his
rod.  I then suddenly relaxed my sphincter muscles and at the same time sat
fully down on his cock, and felt his cock plunge deep inside of me.  The
pain was excruciating at first, but once I became accustomed to his being
deep inside of me, that pain changed to immeasurable pleasure.

"Oh God, Colin!  How I've longed for this day, to have you inside of me
again," I moaned in pleasure, as I continued to adjust to him being inside
of me.

"Shit, Tom.  This is so incredible!  I wasn't sure what you wanted to do,
I've not been inside of you that many times before," Colin said, and the
look on his face gave me immense pleasure.

I started moving my ass up and down on Colin's tool, becoming accustomed to
that great member inside of me, and enjoying it more and more with each
stroke.  My own cock was rock hard as well, and sticking straight out,
pointing toward Colin's gorgeous mouth.  I knew he could curl his body up
and suck me off at the same time, but I wanted him to savor the experience,
so I put my hands on his chest and starting massaging those hairy pecs.
Jeez, his workouts had produced results.  I'd not noticed before, but his
pecs were more muscular, more defined under that fur.  I loved the feel of
them in my hand, and bent over and leaned down to kiss him passionately,
all the while keeping his rod deep inside of me, and my hands exploring his
chest.

I sat back up, positioned my legs to get slightly better support, and began
to move my ass up and down in rhythm with his slight thrusting upward.  He
wanted me, I could tell, from his hip motion, thrusting upward to get more
of him inside of me.  Shit, if he had any more of himself inside of me, I'd
be pulling in his balls as well!

As I was riding up and down on Colin, I also started a slight, circular
motion, sort of a stirring motion, letting his rod stir the juices of
desire burning inside of me.  "Oh yeah, Tom...that's incredible!" Colin
said, as he moved his head from side to side, all the while thrusting his
hips up to meet me and match my rhythm.

I increased the speed of my ride, and he increased his thrusting.  We both
knew that, because it had been so long, it would not take much for either
of us to cum.  I continued increasing my tempo, up and down, up and down,
more and more rapidly.  Colin reached up and starting massaging my chest
and played with my nipples, tweaking them between his fingers and thumb in
just that magic way he had of touching me.  "Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh...Colin.
Give it to me, buddy. It's been way too long...fuck me, buddy, ohhhhh
yeah...fuck me good" I said, and continued moaning as he thrust ferociously
inside of me.

Together we were reaching that point of no return.  I could feel the fires
burning in my balls and could feel the stream of hot jism welling up inside
of me, begging for release.  Colin's thrusting and my up and down motions
on his rod were too much, and I started shooting load after load of my seed
all over him. The first spurt hit him just above his mouth, next to his
nose, the second hitting squarely on his lips, the third and fourth, with
less force, nonetheless hit on his jaw and neck.  I continued spurting
forth my juices in a quantity that I'd not experienced in a very long time,
and I started to become dizzy from the ecstasy I was feeling.

Meanwhile Colin was in his own world of pleasure, his thrusts increasing,
in piston-like proportions, a well-oiled machine rapidly pumping deep
inside of me.  I could feel his engorged cock become even more rigid, the
veins swelling, the fires burning inside of him as his love juices shot
deep inside of me.  "Ahhhhh, ahhh, ahhhh...oh shit...ahhhh, ahhhh, oh, ride
me Tom, ride me...I love you...ahhhh" he moaned as he shot load after load
deep inside of me, his quantity matching my own.  And as he was shooting
his load, he was licking the jism off his mouth, my love juices, running
his tongue around his lips, enjoying the taste of my cum.

We continued our thrusting motions until there was no more, the juices
completely drained out of our bodies.  I collapsed on top of him, my
hairless chest against his cum-stained hairy chest.  I slid off his rod so
that I could lay there on top of him, my body stretched out to match the
length of his body, both of us breathing heavily, panting, enjoying this
moment together.  I moved up to lick the jism off his face, my jism, and
relished the taste of my own juices, that sweet-salty taste.  I licked his
face clean, kissed him deeply so that I could taste more of my juices, and
moved on down his body, licking as I went, not wanting to waste any of the
love juices I had shared with him.  I started licking his chest, the fur
tickling my nose, the jism on his chest getting in my beard.

Ding dong.  Ding dong.  The doorbell was ringing.  Ah shit, who the fuck
could that be?  Colin looked up at me quizzically.  "Are you expecting
someone", he asked.

I gave him a reassuring look as we lay there together.  "Nope, no one.
Just ignore it".

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.  The bells kept chiming, to the point of
annoyance.  "Shit", I said angrily, as I reluctantly got up and walked
toward the front door, Colin still laying there on the floor.

I grasped the doorknob and hastily pulled open the door, not caring that I
had no clothes on.  "Fuck 'em, this will get rid of them", I thought to
myself as I opened the door.


This is the end of Part I, Part II will soon follow.  Comments and
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