Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2005 15:42:17 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "A Question of Trust" story

			    A QUESTION OF TRUST
			   BY TOMMYHAWK1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     I stepped out of the hotel and was immediately assaulted by noise,
over it all was the music, screeching out at maximum volume.
                    "You've got to FIGHT!
                    For your RIGHT!
                    To PARRRRRRRR-TYYYYYY!"
     The music, loud as it was, was nearly drowned out by the voices, what
looked to be over a hundred bronzed young bodies bouncing and gyrating
around, some dancing to the music, others moving to their own
alcohol-enhanced fantasies, and the rest were busily groping each other,
all college-aged, mostly buffed tanned bodies, all wearing only swimming
trunks, which ranged from jams to very abbreviated racing suits, and maybe
a third had t-shirts or colored shirts on top of that, the rest were bare
and brazen and booze-happy!
     Somewhere in this morass of gyrating, giddy, gay guys, was the man I
loved. To find him, all I had to do was look for the biggest source of
chaos; Brian would be in the middle of it.
     And there he was, in the pool, sitting on the shoulders of a tanned
beach hunk, battling with another man astride his friend, the two of them
wielding padded clubs of some sort, trying to knock each other over. Brian
was laughing, his teeth flashed as they caught the sun, his water-dappled
body shining with a thousand glints of diamond-bright sparkles, his muscles
gliding in synchronized harmony as he wielded his blade of Nerf fury
against his foe, his throat warbled out a battle-cry of victory as he
connected and sent his opponent over to perish in a starburst of silvery
spray! "Whoo-hoo-hoo!" he cheered himself. "Come on, who's next! Mark! Hey,
Mark!"
     I waved to him, trying not to notice how his crotch was jammed up
against his studly steed's neck, I felt how that must feel, his wonderfully
satin-soft pud that felt so marvelous against my leg in the mornings, how
this other man was feeling it now at the top of his neck, feeling that
plump bulb of Brian's masculinity, and I gritted my teeth and made myself
smile through it.
     I hadn't wanted to come on this year's spring break! Brian and I had
paired up last October, we'd dated through Halloween and Thanksgiving, and
by Christmas, we were looking for an apartment to share. Now it was March,
and I was now well on my way to being an "old married type" of gay man, and
had no interest in going down to Florida to frolic in the surf and in the
sack with some hot young bod.
     But Brian had wanted to come. I couldn't argue with him effectively
without sounding jealous (which I was) and when I came home and found he'd
made all the arrangements to stay over the week-long spring break right in
the middle of things...all I could think of was all the hot guys there and
how Brian would attract them like an open jar of honey attracts flies, ants
and cockroaches...all of whom would paw my lover's lithe body at every
opportunity!
     And I'd had some late tests and so he went without me the first three
days! Hadn't even hesitated or offered to stay to support me during those
days of finals, just packed and went, singing all the way!
     Well, I was here now and ready to keep an eye on my man...and to fight
off anybody who tried to touch him!
     Well...that had been the plan. It wasn't as easy when I got
here. Problem number one was finding him! Problem number two...how to drag
him away without using bodily force.
     "Hey, everybody, Mark's here!" Brian said to the guys around him and
then I was busy shaking hands, taking an offered beer with numb fingers,
all of these guys were gorgeous, down-right gorgeous.
     "Come on, Mark!" Brian said. I was glad enough to go, but these guys
came with us.
     "Where are we going?" I asked Brian.
     "Got a game set up." Brian said. "You against me, only with teams this
time. Now I can kick your butt proper!"
     I knew he was talking about volleyball, he and I had played afternoons
many times since the weather had warmed up, just him and me. A private
time, I had thought, two lovers having fun.
     For Brian, it was the opening fodder for this bout. A chance to
impress his new friends.
     Looking around, I wondered which of them Brian had been with the three
days he'd been here? Had he shared his bed with one of them? With all of
them?
     The game only reinforced my fears. Every time one of them would score
a point, Brian would grab and hug the guys involved. Me on my other side of
the net, his opponent, I didn't get hugged, I got jeered and discouraged.
     Brian's team won the game from mine and that led to a group hug with
Brian kissing the other guys. They all looked so good there, sweaty from
the game, laughing and panting in equal amounts, arms around each
other. Beautiful, beautiful young men, and Brian the most beautiful of all
of them.
     And I hated him for that!
     I pleaded a headache after that and went back to the hotel room. If
Brian had cared, I figured, he would come after me. He didn't. He poked his
head in long enough to see if I wanted to join him and the guys for dinner,
when I said no, he just said, "Hope you feel better later, babe," and was
gone.
     What had I done wrong? I kept asking myself. Where had I not done
enough, been enough, for Brian? Why had he felt it so necessary to come
here, to be here, frolicking with so many other guys, nameless, faceless
bodies, here in the Floridian sun? What did I do wrong?
     I called room service which brought me up a sandwich and a salad, and
I spent the rest of my first day of spring break watching television.
     Brian didn't come back until very, very late, nearly midnight. He
reeled into the room, just this side of falling-down drunk. I got him into
bed, helping him undress, and he fell soundly asleep the moment I pulled
the sheets up over him.
     I turned on the light, low, and sat on the other bed, looking at my
sleeping, drunken lover. God, he looked so damned beautiful even
now. Brian, Brian, my baby, what had I done wrong? Why, baby, why?
     After I cried a while, I turned out the light. I won't say I slept
very well, but I did something like it the rest of the night.
     I woke up to the sounds of Brian in the bathroom, puking his guts out,
as they say. I used that as the signal to call room service again and
ordered up tomato juice and toast, both of which I remembered helped my
family relatives who drank too much on the morning after. Brian had never
been drunk with me before. This spring break was the first in a lot of
things. Maybe, when you're ending a relationship, you experience a lot of
firsts. Kind of like when you're falling in love, only in reverse. Things
that push you apart instead of growing closer.
     The room service in this place was incredible, or maybe they were just
used to the needs during spring break; the breakfast arrived in less than
ten minutes. I was laying it out on the small table in the room when Brian
came out. Groaning, he stopped when he saw the food. "Oh, man!" he gasped
out. "Babe, you're a lifesaver!"
     "Eat the toast dry." I advised him. "And drink plenty of tomato
juice. That's what my uncle does when he takes too much."
     "Oh, I'm not arguing!" Brian said. He wolfed down the toast, taking
big chomps of it, guzzled down both glasses of tomato juice. Me, I couldn't
eat.
     "Oh, man, that helps!" Brian said, when he sat back. "I got way too
wasted last night, I am not doing that again. Especially now that you're
with me. How's your head, babe, still got a headache?"
     "Not right now." I said. "Only...."
     "What is it?" Brian asked.
     "Brian, why are we here?"
     "Why?" he asked, surprised. "Man, it's spring break! We graduate next
year, there won't be any more of these. Oh, there'll be vacations, but it
just won't be the same. We're young, we're on spring break, we're in
beautiful East Beach, Florida, the sun is shining and we're two men in
love. What more do we need?"
     "A little less competition?" I said.
     "Why, are you jealous?" Brian said, playfully slapping me on my
arm. The look on my face answered him on that. "Hey, baby, you're the only
one for me." he said. "You know that!"
     "I know." I said miserably.
     "Come on." he said to me. "Let's go out on the beach, just you and
me. We'll catch some early sun, it's been really warm in the
mornings. Won't be anybody on the beach yet, everyone's still sleeping it
off."
     I didn't need much more, not with Brian smiling and paying attention
to me and promising more of the same. We got into some shorts and light
shirts. The day was as warm as promised, the beach as deserted. A few
couples here and there, looking more like flotsam washed up on the beach
than people.
     "Over there." Brian pointed. "That little piece of land; during high
tide it's almost its own island. Let's go over there." I followed him, he
took off his shirt halfway there. So did I, the day was that warm already,
a beautifully warm spring day.
     We had to wade through a patch of muddy sand to get there, sticky
nasty stuff. Brian laughed as I winced walking through it, and he and I ran
up to the dried grass and spent some time wiping our feet on the grass,
getting most of it off. Then Brian laid out the large yellow beach towel
and lay down on it, leaving half of it empty, patted it to show me it was
meant for me.
     As I lay down on it too, Brian grabbed me and kissed me, roughly,
hungrily. "Oh, God, baby, I've missed you so much!" he said. "God, I didn't
think you'd ever get here! That bed's been so lonesome without you."
     "So why didn't you stay with me yesterday?" I said. "I've missed you,
too!"
     He hit my nose with his finger. "Silly. You always want me to leave
you alone when you have a headache, remember? You just want to sleep and be
left alone."
     He was right about that.
     "So why didn't you come back later?"
     "I did, for dinner, remember? I said I'd be downstairs when you felt
better. I did, the entire night, waiting for you."
     He had said that. But that didn't explain why he'd wanted to come down
here to begin with. All those guys pawing him, and him just laughing!
     But he was in my arms now. If I couldn't have Brian all to myself all
the time, well, maybe I could have him here and now.
     So instead of saying anything more, I kissed him as hard as he had
kissed me. God, he tasted so good, his lips, they tasted of him, of his
laugh, his joy, his days of sun and surf and sand, the sheer, raw joy of
Brian! His hands went around my back, pulling me up against him, his upper
leg rose up like a cobra to clamp behind my thighs and crush his groin into
mine! God, yes, it was there, his manhood pressing against mine, raging and
hard! A man can lie about everything in his life but that, his cock never
rises up unless it wants the partner, and wants him now!
     I kissed him and then broke off long enough to look around. "Nobody's
nearby." I panted to him.
     "I don't care!" Brian gasped. "This is a gay beach, everyone will
understand. Police don't bother you on spring break, not for something like
this."
     I wasn't sure about that, but like him, I just didn't care! If we got
arrested for public indecency, I'd pay the fine without a quiver. I had my
lover in my arms, screw the rest of the world!
     My hand slid over Brian's buttock, under the waistband of his shorts
and onto those sleek, smooth buns. Brian's low sigh of lust was music to my
ears. His shorts slid off his legs like butter, the soft cloth feeling like
silk upon my fingers and his body satiny clean and yielding to my
fingertips.
     I raised up onto my hands and knees while Brian slid my own trunks
off. The morning was still, there was just us, the beach, the sky, the
ocean, even the birds were still asleep and silent. Just the roaring of the
surf as the waves came in to the beach, kissed the shore, and
retreated. The tide was coming in, the land we were on was becoming an
island as the water was trapped inland in a small depression.
     Brian pulled me down onto him and I forgot about the location, my
world was now hot, horny, bare-naked stud and he was mine! I grabbed
Brian's cock in my hand and pulled on it, just to hear again those golden
notes that flowed from his throat as he vented his pleasure and his pud was
silver-hot in my hand.
     He pressed my head down onto his throat and I kissed it, his groans
fluttered under my lips as they passed on their way out, and his skin
tasted like honey, sweet and thick upon my tongue.
     I let go of Brian's prick and sent my hand underneath, feeling the
musky slickness of his testicles and then the moist dusting of hairs
between his legs, searching for it, searching, ah, there it is! I pressed
against it with my finger, and Brian gasped, moaned, and the finger slid
in, sucked into him, hot wetness surrounded my finger and Brian groaned
again. "Oh, yeah, baby, yeah!" he gasped out. "God, oh, yeah!"
     I smiled into his face, open and naked with his lust, and I moved my
finger in and out, just the top two joints, enough to remind him but not
enough to complete him. Brian still ate it up, grunting like an eager pig
as I played with his butthole.
     With all that hunger burning inside of him, I figured I'd better not
delay any further, or my lover would cream before I even got my own licks
in. I lifted his legs up and replaced my finger with my cockhead, and
Brian's fingertips dug into my back as I pressed against him once again,
and his sphincter again clutched at my glans, worked and drank in my organ,
until my shaft was moving smoothly into him.
     "Oh, God, Mark, yes!" Brian groaned. "Baby, God, baby, yeah!"
     For my own part, I closed my eyes, raised my head, and let the hot
sensations pour through me. How could I let any part of this man leave me?
If I had to share him, if I had to be a member of his entourage, wait my
turn for his affections, God, yes, I'd do it! I'd share him though doing so
would tear my heart in two!
     I began to fuck Brian slowly, relishing this. Brian permitted this for
a moment, then he grunted out, "Faster, baby, faster!"
     Brian always wanted sex to be hot, frenetic, thrusting, ramming,
pumping! I kept wanting him to slow down...but slow wasn't in Brian's
vocabulary. I moved faster for him, though that caused my cock to pulse
dangerously. Shit, it had been four days since we'd made love, the last
time had been before he'd come down here to Florida, to this mecca of horny
men, four days and I hadn't even jerked off all that time, even. I
couldn't, not when thoughts of Brian caused me to fear what he was doing
down here.
     So when I thrust into him faster, my cock surged and I shuddered,
groaning low in my throat, hoping to keep Brian from hearing.
     But his ears worked just fine. "Yeah, baby, you're getting into it
too, huh? Come on, faster now, baby. You know you want it, too."
     I gave up like I always did when Brian wanted me to, he wanted me to
ram his ass, damn it, with my cock throbbing in his butt, how could I not?
How could I refuse this man, the man I loved, anything he wanted, ever? My
cock got its wish, I kept hold of one of Brian's legs and I began to thrust
into him, hard as I could.
     My hips slapped at Brian's buns, and every time they connected, Brian
grunted. No, that's not a strong enough word, every time I slammed into
Brian's butt, he loosed a syllable of desire, a solitary note of satisfied
lust, he was loving this! As his passion increased so did the volume of his
notes, and the higher his notes, the greater my own need rose within me.
     We were so good together at a time like this, nothing was hidden about
Brian's passion, he always told me within a second or two just how far he
was from his climax, and my own body always picked up on it and matched
him. So as Brian's desire rose, so did mine, a matched set, intertwined so
tightly that I couldn't imagine being parted any longer.
     And so as one, we rose to our climax, together we hit the peak and
together we ejaculated, my sperm squirting into Brian's ass and Brian's
seed spraying all over both of us, a huge flow at both areas, his spunk
splattered me heavily as my own jism poured out around my cock and soak my
balls before plopping down onto the towel.
     As our orgasms ended, I fell down onto Brian and he groaned as his
body and mine collided, and his hands came up to wrap me, holding onto me
with a strength that I found incredible, given how utterly feeble and
exhausted I felt.
     "Right together again." Brian said approvingly. "I love the way you
and I always come right together."
     "I love it too." I murmured. And I did. We were so in synch with each
other, a matched set, intertwined so tightly that I couldn't imagine the
two of us ever being apart.
     And that was the source of my insecurities, in a nutshell. I couldn't
bear the thought that this body, so matched with mine, could be held by
someone else, joined with someone else!
     How had I lost Brian's affections to the point where he needed someone
else to hold him, someone besides me? God, where had I gone wrong?
     "Come on!" Brian said. "Get dressed, and let's get back to the
hotel. George and Toby have challenged you and me to a game, just us four,
and they're bound to be awake by now!
     We went to the hotel and George and Toby, who were (according to
Brian) supposed to be awake and meeting us in the red lobby, weren't
there. I waited in the lobby and Brian went up to knock on their hotel room
door.
     As I was waiting, another of the group from the day before, Steve, the
same guy who had been Brian's "horse" in the pool game I had seen him in,
walked up. "You're Mark, aren't you?" he asked me.
     "Yes, I am." I said.
     "So what's your secret?" he asked me.
     "I don't get you." I said, puzzled.
     "I went out for a morning swim." Steve explained. "I saw you and Brian
there on the berm. I just want to know how you did it."
     "Did what?"
     "That little cock-tease has been turning down every man whose made a
play for him since he got here." he complained to me. "Then you show up and
get him right into the sack with you." This guy obviously didn't know Brian
and I were a couple! "I just want to know why you? I mean, why not any one
of us? What do you have that I don't!" And the plaintive tone told me that
Steve must have tried for Brian more than once.
     Brian walked up at that time, with George and Toby in tow. He
overheard the last comments by this guy. "What does he have that you
don't?" he repeated and Steve jumped, turned around. "I'll tell you what
he's got that you don't. He's got me." And Brian's arm went around my
waist. "It's a hell of a lot of fun coming here and being with you guys,
but this is the only man for me. Now, let's go grab a net and Mark and I
will show you two what a good team we are! Right, baby?"
     I smiled at Brian, at my lover. How could I have ever doubted him?
"That's right." I agreed. "We're a team."
     "So are you and I still on for the water battle this afternoon?" Steve
asked Brian.
     "Sure." Brian said.
     "You sure your lover doesn't mind?" Steve said pointedly, jealously,
looking right at me.
     "No, I don't mind." I said before Brian could speak up. "After all,
love is a question of trust..." And I took Brian's hand and lifted it up
for them to see, squeezed it. "...and I trust Brian."
     "Come on, let's go!" Brian whooped and dashed off towards the
volleyball nets. And this time, I whooped and ran right after him.

				  THE END
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