Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2002 16:19:00 -0700
From: marcar007 <marcar007@netzero.net>
Subject: The Second Time Around

THE SECOND TIME AROUND

By Carlos Martinos

For adults who enjoy erotic descriptions of man-to-man sexual love

The setting: Present day Washington state



The mournful wail of a bagpipe echoes through the chapel.  The melancholy
notes reverberating through the sacred hall.  Rick and I stand with heads
bowed.  Both of us numbed by grief.  Barely aware of our surroundings.  As
we memorialize the lives of both of our wives.

They were walking together on a deserted beach.  The storm tossed ocean,
angry and belligerent.  A sneaker wave.  A vicious rip tide.  And our wives
were gone.  Dispatched into oblivion.  Snatched up into eternity.  Leaving
us both inconsolable.

The sheriff's department conducted the usual search.  But our wives had
gone to a watery grave.  A few of their personal possessions were
recovered.  My wife's blouse and one shoe.  A jacket belonging to Rick's
wife.  The pitiful remains of two vibrant lives.

>From the hallowed halls of Stanford.  Thirty five years ago.  To a fog
bound chapel in Seattle.  Today.  It's been an amazing journey of love and
camaraderie.  Rick and I were roommates at Stanford.  We met our future
wives there.  Grew to love them there.  And married them there.  And for
thirty five years we had been a virtual family.  Just the four of us.  We
never had children.  No kids to take care of.  So we took care of each
other.

*     *     *     *     *

It's eight months later now.  The intense grief has subsided.  But the
emptiness lingers on.

"Ummm, Jack.  This is a great way to relax, after that icy dip in the
lake."

It's Saturday night, and Rick and I are at our lake house.  We're sitting
side by side in the sauna.  Naked. The sweat pouring off us makes little
puddles at our feet.  We're both silent for several minutes.  Both of us
wrestling with our own private demons.  Both of us re-living bittersweet
memories from the past.

I break the silence.  "They wouldn't want us to do this anymore, Rick.
This prolonged mourning.  You know that don't you, buddy?  They would say,
`Hey you guys!  You've still got a lot of living to do.  Get on with your
lives!.'  Can't you just hear 'em, Rick?"

"Sure.  I can hear 'em, Jack.  I hear 'em loud and clear.  I hear 'em every
sleepless night while I'm staring at the bedroom ceiling.  But I can't
start a brand new life at age 55, Jack.  What would I do?  Start dating
again?  I'm way too old for the dating game, Jack."

The silence closes in on us again.  I search for the right words.  Finally
I venture, "Maybe it doesn't have to be a brand new life, Rick."

Rick shoots me a quick glance.  "What's that supposed to mean, Jack?"

I take a deep breath and dive in.  "You and I have had a life together for
thirty five years, Rick.  Maybe we could continue it together.  But on a
more intimate level."

"Whoa, buddy!"  Rick's voice is an octave lower than usual.  "Are you
thinking male bonding?  Or are you thinking......."

"I'm thinking Stanford, Rick.  How's your memory?  I know we haven't
discussed this in thirty five years.  But do you remember our freshman year
at Stanford?"

Rick looks down at his feet.  "Jesus, Jack!  That's ancient history.  But
hell yes.  I remember our freshman year.  How could I possibly forget it?
But we were just a couple of kids, Jack.  Just casually fooling around!"

"Well, what's wrong with being a couple of fifty five year old kids, Rick?
And just fooling around some more.  And are you sure you're remembering the
same freshman year that I'm remembering?  We were getting it on almost
every night, Rick.  And there was nothing casual about it."

A burst of nervous laughter erupts from Rick.  "You're the only guy I've
ever been with, Jack.  And yeah, it was a lot more than just fooling
around.  It was hot and heavy from the word go.  But that was back in the
Dark Ages.  I wouldn't even know what to do now."

"You sure knew what to do then, Rick.  And it's just like riding a
bike...."

"Yeah, I know."  Rick interrupts with a smirk.  "Once you know how you
never forget."  And there's that nervous laugh again.

"See!  We're acting like a married couple already, Rick.  Finishing each
other's sentences.  And do you remember our first night together, pal?  The
rising sun was peeking over the horizon when we finally got to sleep."  I
wink at Rick, and he flashes me a sheepish grin.  "And when you get right
down to it, Rick, men and women really aren't constructed all that
differently."

"When you get right down to it, Jack, you've got a thick eight inch handle
between your legs.  And that's a hell of a lot different from what I'm used
to."

*     *     *     *     *

It's a few minutes later now.  We've slipped into shorts, and we're sitting
in the darkened living room.  The fireplace is aglow with a flickering
fire, and the flames cast eerie shadows on our martini glasses.  Double,
with a twist.  Rick is still feeling a little uneasy, but I can tell the
gin is starting to kick in.

Rick lets out a long sigh.  "We can't turn back the clock, Jack.  Let's
face it.  We're a couple of old ducks.  We're prime candidates for a
retirement community.  You know.  Pot luck dinners and bingo and all that
shit.  We're not a couple of horny teenagers anymore.  We're the Viagra
generation, Jack.  How can we hope to rekindle a relationship as hot as we
had at Stanford?"

"Look at yourself, Rick."  I respond with a trace of irritation in my
voice.  "Your vital statistics really haven't changed all that much from
our Stanford days.  Sure, your golden blond hair is a lot thinner than that
towheaded mop you sported at school.  But those cobalt blue eyes of yours
are just as piercing as ever.  And at six foot one and 180 pounds you're
still a muscular guy.  And even though your pecs may not be quite as well
defined as they used to be, they're still impressive.  And that light
sprinkling of blond hair on your chest that you were so proud of at
Stanford.  Well, it's thickened and expanded over the years.  Just like
your waist has, buddy.  And even though your abs may not ripple the way
they did back then, they still look pretty fuckin' fine to me, Rick."

"And how does my appearance stack up against yours, Rick?  Well, we're
almost clones, aren't we?  You're an inch taller and ten pounds heavier.
And my jet black hair is in stark contrast to your golden blond.  But other
than that, Rick, we're Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.

"We're both fifty five years old, going on forty five, Rick.  And when I
use my imagination a little bit, we're twenty again.  Just like our
freshman year at Stanford.  Just like old times.  Who was it that said,
`you can't go home again'?  Hey Rick, whoever it was, he didn't know us!"

I walk around behind Rick, who's sitting on the sofa, and let my hands drop
onto his bare shoulders.  He stiffens for a moment, and then relaxes.  I
start gently massaging his shoulders.  "Do you remember how much fun we
had, Rick?  I think back on it now, and I marvel at how inventive we were.
We were the blind leading the blind.  Neither of us had ever had a same sex
experience. And do you remember the pact we made after our first night of
torrid sex?  Nothing was off limits unless it hurt one of us or degraded
one of us.  Nothing was off limits, with one exception.  No open mouth
kissing.  We convinced each other that we weren't really queer if we didn't
kiss.  We convinced ourselves that we were just a couple of straight guys,
fooling around 'cause we didn't have girl friends at the moment.  A
masterful bit of rationalization, wasn't it, Rick?"

I sit beside Rick on the sofa now, and lean over so that my mouth is right
beside his ear.  "I've been waiting thirty five years to do this, buddy."
Then with my hand I turn Rick's head, so that we're looking directly at one
another.  And I brush my lips gently across his.  Then I move my head back,
and his eyes lock on mine.  I see fire there.  But I'm not sure what it
means.

"You've always been a cocky, self-confident fucker, haven't you, Jack!"
Then a devilish grin lights up Rick's face, and I heave a sigh of relief.
"Even back at Stanford you were a bad-ass, gutsy, ballsy kind of guy.
Hell, especially at Stanford!  The first night we got it on, you were the
one who made the move.  And I honestly believe that it never occurred to
you that I might say no.  You were massaging me that night.  Just like
tonight.  I was lying on my back in bed.  Naked.  Totally relaxed.  Then
out of the blue you said, `Is it okay with you if I massage your love
muscle, Rick?'  My `love muscle' for crying out loud!  I thought you were
joking.  `Love muscle' indeed!  I thought you were just yanking my chain.
So I didn't respond."

Rick lapses into silence now.  Re-living in his mind that moment of truth,
before speaking again.  "Then you wrapped your big paw around my dick,
which was about half hard by then.  And I was so fucking surprised I was
speechless.  Within a couple of beats I had a raging hard on, and you were
jerking me.  And within a couple of minutes you were down on me.  And you
know what, Jack?  That transition you made from jerking me to sucking me
was a work of art.  I barely knew it was happening.  You were that smooth.
Hell, if I hadn't seen it I would never have believed it."

Now I chime in with memories of my own.  "You know what I remember about
that first time, Rick?  You kept your eyes open and focused on me the
entire time.  And that was so fucking hot!  Our eyes locked on each other
while I sucked on that righteous tool of yours.  Then you started moaning
and groaning.  I knew you were close, and I almost lost my nerve.  I almost
pulled off of you and jerked you off.  But then this little voice in my
head said, `You've been dreaming about this guy for weeks, Jack.  And you
haven't been dreaming about jerking him off.  You've been dreaming about
taking his load.'  So I didn't pull off.  And you delivered a load of
prodigious proportions.  I was so proud of myself for sucking you off.  And
it was an incredible sensation.  I never dreamed anything could taste so
hot and sexual."

"That whole night was an incredible revelation to me, Jack.  I never
dreamed I could come three times in one night!"

"Yeah, that was pretty fucking fantastic, Rick.  Three times.  And as I
recall, you were ready to go for four, until we realized we had to haul ass
or miss our Calculus class."  I let a sly grin play across my face.  And
Rick returns it!

*     *     *     *     *

It's an hour later now.  Rick and I took a leisurely hot shower together.
I gave his ass a good soapy scrub.  And he gave me a fishy look in return.
His ass muscles tensed when I started.  But by the time I finished he was
singing the Stanford fight song.

Now we're sprawled out on a king size bed.  My head is resting on Rick's
chest.  And yep, those rippling abs are still there.  Maybe not quite so
pronounced, but still there.  I'm oh so slowly massaging Rick's crotch and
his cock and his balls and his ass.  All his muscles seem fully relaxed.
All except his love muscle, which is standing tall.  And he's just as I
remember him.  Thick and thicker.  He's got a big muscular arm draped over
my shoulder.  And he's talking to me softly, his deep masculine voice
barely more than a whisper.

"Where are we going with this, Jack?  I mean, are there any rules to this
game?  Are we the same people we were thirty five years ago?  Are you my
best friend?  Or are you my lover?  After so many years of straight
behavior, how can we successfully move into any kind of gay relationship?
And if we try, do we consider ourselves an old married couple?  Or are we
frisky newlyweds?

"At this moment, Rick, neither of us knows the answers to all those
questions.  But I've gotta admit the `frisky newlywed' part sounds fuckin'
great to me.  And we're so close.  We're more than best friends.  We've got
a terrific rapport going, babe.  And we owe it to ourselves to at least
explore the possibilities and see where they lead us.  We can`t just walk
away from this without giving it a shot."

Rick stifles a laugh.  "I don't mean to make light of this, Jack, but that
little speech of yours just now sounded exactly like the line I used back
in high school, when I was trying to talk my dates into shacking up with
me."

I try to look offended.  But a pesky little grin keeps tugging up the
corners of my mouth.  Actually I'm overjoyed.  Rick has always been a
joker.  And now, for the first time in eight months, he's loosening up and
kidding around with me.

Finally I get my grin under control.  And now I feign anger.  "You think
I'm trying to lure you into shacking up with me, Rick?!  Shacking up!
Well.....you damn right I am.  That's exactly what I'm trying to do."

And with that I lift my head off his shoulder, and jump on him.  In a flash
we're wrestling around on the bed like a couple of teenagers.  A couple of
randy teenagers, because both of us have full-fledged boners.

Finally my hand finds Rick's erection, and his hand finds mine.  Our
wrestling subsides, and we find ourselves locked in a fierce embrace.  His
mouth finds mine.  Our lips part.  And we are into one another.  Our first
open mouth kiss.  And it's just as euphoric as I thought it would be.  His
stubble brushes against mine, creating a brand new sensation for both of
us.  And his breath has that same delicious, masculine aroma that exudes
from his body.

And we marvel at the quiet intensity of it all.  Pressed hard together in a
loving, lusty embrace.  And we cherish the moment.  Both of us wanting to
prolong it.  Neither of us wanting to turn loose.  Once again, we are
finding each other.

*     *     *     *     *

Finally Rick pulls away and moves into the 69 position.  And I'm thrilled.
Miracles never cease.  Rick always played the male role at Stanford.  I
sucked him.  And he fucked me.  I hear his voice from down around my crotch
now.  "Hang on, Jack.  As you know, I'm a total novice at this.  This is
one bike I never learned to ride.  But I've always been a quick learner.
And....."  The rest of what he has to say is garbled, because now he is
licking the head of my dick.  It's coated with a thick sheen of pre-cum.
He puts his tongue to it experimentally, and then laps it up.

I bury my face in Rick's crotch, and luxuriate in the unexpected Nirvana of
having him on my dick.  He was accurate when he mentioned my `thick eight
inch' handle earlier this evening.  And I'm hoping it's not intimidating
him.

He takes the head tentatively into his mouth, and then manages an inch or
two of the shaft before backing off.  He finally settles for holding the
head in his mouth, while licking it tenderly with his tongue.  And I follow
his lead, taking his head gently into my mouth and caressing it with love.
My nose is pressed into Rick's balls.  And I breathe in deeply, savoring
the essence of the man.

My head is resting on Rick's thigh.  And his head on mine.  Now I start
moving my hips, ever so slightly.  Making slow shallow thrusts.  Into
Rick's mouth.  Gently and slowly.  When I hear Rick's moans, I know he's
getting into it.  So now, with each thrust I move a little deeper into him.
Now I become aware that Rick has started thrusting his own hips, and his
thick rod is moving in and out of my mouth.  And we're both in a state of
sexual bliss, as we fuck each other in the mouth.

Finally we stop our thrusts.  Each of us holding the other's cock, deep in
the mouth.  Time is non-existent.  As we lie locked in this most intimate
of all embraces.  Neither of us moves, for fear of disrupting the ecstatic
sexual rapport that we have created.

Finally Rick adjusts his position slightly.  And this tells me he is ready
for the finale.  That climax that always drove us both wild, those many
years ago.

I disengage myself from our embrace, lie on my back and spread my legs
wide.  Rick lies on his side, beside and just slightly below me.  He puts
an arm under my thigh and raises it to my chest.  Thus opening me up
beautifully for his penetration.  His cock is well lubed with pre-cum and
spit.  I feel his cock head now, nudging my asshole.  And I'm overcome with
emotion, as memories come flooding back from all those years ago.

I relax myself as I feel the head of Rick's dick pressing hard, and then
entering me.  Now he wraps his hand around my cock and starts gently
pumping me.  And then, what he has never done before, he leans his body
over onto mine.  And our open lips meet in a kiss of sweet passion.  Then
his lips roam over my face.  Kissing my chin and my nose and then back to
my lips again.

Now I'm feeling that exquisite pressure from his cock once more.  As inch
by inch he eases his thick shaft into me.  I know I'm a little tight after
so many years, but I'm conscious of no discomfort.  My desire to be fucked
by Rick is so intense that it obscures whatever pain I might otherwise have
felt.  Then, with one final thrust, his gorgeous ramrod is in me to the
hilt.  I have accepted all of him into me.  And he possesses me.  He has
filled me with himself.  And we are one.

As he pulls slowly out of me and then thrusts gently in again, he continues
to stroke my dick with his hand.  The movements of his hand and his dick
are in perfect sync.  And I move my hips slowly, in harmony with his
movements.  His thrusts in and out of me seem so effortless.  His cock
slides deep within me.  Remains motionless for an instant.  And then glides
out once again.

And as he pumps my dick with his hand, he smoothers my face with kisses.
In the most loving way imaginable, gently and tenderly, I am being raped
and ravaged by this beautiful guy.  the only man I have ever known.  And I
love it.

Then I hear them.  Rick's sexual moans and groans that have always driven
me wild.  His tempo increases as his open mouth finds mine and remains
there.  His tongue is deep within my mouth.  Just as his dick is deep
within my bowels.  Now he is stroking my cock at a furious pace.  He knows
that will bring me to a climax quickly.  And I know it means that he too is
on the brink.  A few more thrusts with his dick.  A few more strokes with
his hand.  And the floodgates open for both of us.  I take his heavy load
deep into me.  I can feel his dick throb within me as he shoots spurt after
spurt of his hot cum up my ass.  And at the same moment my load splashes
onto my chin and my chest and my abs.

Then Rick withdraws and moves his head down to my crotch.  I feel his
tongue licking my balls and up the side of my shaft.  Then he finds what
he's looking for.  The cum remaining on my cock head.  He laps it into his
mouth and groans with pleasure.

Now he stretches out his body on top of mine.  And I put my hands on his
ass cheeks.  Reveling in the hard muscularity of his body.  Trying to get
ever closer to him.  And we are both overwhelmed by the awesome intimacy of
our sexual afterglow.

And now we lie still.  Overcome with emotion.  Rick's body pressed hard
against mine.  And we remain joined together in this way.  An incredible
union of bodies and souls.  And it's all been so much more than just a
sexual act.  It's two men who have lived through thirty five years of
unrequited desire.  Finally finding each other.  Finally finding
fulfillment.  A convergence of virile, masculine lust and tender, spiritual
love.

And it's even more beautiful.  The second time around.

*     *     *     *     *

At this same moment, three thousand miles away, two women are sipping white
wine in an oceanfront cottage.  And reminiscing.  One of them says
wistfully, "So many incredibly happy memories.  So many joyous times
together.  So muck love and kindness.  So much caring and empathy.  It's a
story book tale of love."

The other woman replies, "You're right.  Our husbands LOVED us.  But they
were never IN LOVE WITH us.  And they have always been subconsciously in
love with each other.  They deserve a chance to find that love.  Together."

"We both know that Jack and Rick would never have consented to a
dissolution of our marriages.  Their sense of obligation to us was too
strong for that.  So you and I looked at all of our options.  And there was
only one viable solution.  So we faked our own deaths.  To set them free.
So that they could create a life together."

"So that they could find enduring love, together.  The second time around."


The End


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