Chapter Three Largo -- Towards an End
There's something to ne said for slow and easy. Many stories, many movies emphasize the wild passionate releases of cosmic orgasms--shooting stars, elemental explosions, wild surf. As Hal and I approach the fifth anniversary of our commitment I can't help but luxuriate in thinking about our love making, for we do make love. The first few months, after our first congress, we had sex, pure and simple. That's de rigueur. There's something to be said about that too!
But, for me slow and easy is quite wonderful. Gently kissing, fondling each other `til passion heats up--a passion born of love and understanding--a passion for each other, a passion to satisfy each other is so gratifying. As we lie next to each other, we revel in the feel of our bare flesh touching and being touched by each other. The warm spark of love and passion slowly, inexorably grows to an all pervasive glow that suffuses our whole being, separately and together. Like the glow of burning charcoal, our passion is quiet yet incredibly hot and all consuming.
Of this kind of coupling, our orgasms are eminently satisfying. Not screaming, cosmic explosions, but elemental blooming. I had thought of orgasms as suddenly falling over the edge or high eroticization into the abyss of total release. This can be true. But slow and easy is more like being lifted on a tidal wave of passion, and erotic tsunami in which you are ultimately deposited on the beach of sated release.
Slow and easy brings a quiet yearning to fill and be filled. I love it when Hal sucks my cock. I love to watch his lips move up and down my shaft. I love the sensuous luxury of his warm mouth and throat. I could literally lay there for hours and luxuriate in that feeling. Cumming is never an issue during those quiet times of coupling. Once or twice while engaged in mutual sucking, soixante-neuf, we have slipped into a light delicious slumber. Again, once while I was sliding my cock in and out of his magnificent hole, his legs wrapped `bout my waist, our tongues dueling and telling each other how we felt . . . I fell asleep thus imbedded. When I awoke I finished my erotic task, slow and easy.
Sometimes, it's like experiencing a continuous, prolonged rush.
Both of our birthdays and the anniversary of our commitment fell within a month. This year it was to be our five year anniversary, Hal's thirty-third birthday and my thirty first.
One morning sitting at the table having our breakfast, Hal looked up, "Ya know, next month will be anniversary month, our fifth year, your thirty-first birthday and my thirty-third. That's significant!"
"Significant? How is that significant?"
"They add up to sixty-nine! That must mean something!"
I laughed. "Well that calls for some kind of special celebration!"
Smiling he took his dishes to the dishwasher, came back to me, bent over, gave me a kiss and reached down to fondle my cock. That had become S.O.P. (standard operating procedure) with Hal every morning.
When I got to work, I called a friend, a travel agent and asked him to find a reasonable package, maybe the Caribbean for our `special celebration.'" I wanted to surprise Hal. Within an hour I was called back with information.
"Hey Bob, found this unbelievable deal in Jamaica. It's off season now and you can get your money's worth. It's a small resort called the Boulders at the eastern edge of Port Maria."
"Where in hell is Port Maria," I asked.
"Northern coast, just across the island from Kingston. You even get free helicopter service from Kingston to Port Maria."
"Who do you have to fuck for that?"
Laughing, he explained, "The resort owner also has a helicopter he transports goods from Kingston to Port Maria. A clear deal."
"Sure if you don't mind riding with chickens!"
"I'll messenger you over some brochures and if you like it, just call me and I'll make all the arrangements."
"OK, thanks, Rick."
Three weeks later Hal and I climbed aboard the "Port Maria/Boulders Helicopter Service," along with a number of boxes and packages stowed in the back behind webbing and flew to Port Maria. "The Boulders" was not a five star accommodation, but exactly what we wanted. It made up of fifteen chalets' each with a large room with commodious bed, seating area, deck and large bathroom. The tub and shower, which was glass enclosed, opened to the sky above. The double storey main building held the lobby/reception, dining room, patio bar' and guest rooms. The ambience of the whole was laid back and rather familial. You could tell that this was off season as "The Boulders" was sparsely populated--maybe five other guest parties.
We signed in, a perfunctory duty and was shown to our chalet by a bare foot, Jamaican bell boy' dressed only in cutoffs and a floral shirt. The chalets were connected to each other by a raised, covered board walk which ultimately was connected to the main building. The bell boy' unlocked the door to our chalet, stepped aside and allowed us entry.
"Nice . . . and look at that view," I said.
After the obligatory tour of the room's services, we tipped the smiling `bell boy' and he left.
"Damn! Did you check that guy out?" Hal exclaimed.
"Couldn't help it!" I admitted, and added, "Was that a pepperoni in his shorts?"
Slyly Hal admonished me, "Remember . . . no touches!"
"Aw! How about just a little squeeze?"
We laughed.
I walked into the bathroom, "Look at this . . . open air shower."
"Mmmm, Just think I can climb up on the roof, peek over and watch you shower," Hal said with a grin.
"Or better yet, you can just walk in and join me!" came my reply.
The next day, after a great breakfast in the dining room Hal and I swam for the rest of the morning. In the afternoon, we explored. Walking eastward, we followed the beach which terminated in a tangle of huge boulders mixed with small trees and bushes. It reminded me of Langkawi. We picked our way over the boulders and bushes.
Hal was leading the way. Suddenly he stopped, turned and brought his finger to his lips and pointed through a mass of leaves. There, about ten feet below us was a small, sandy, secluded space no bigger than a very small room. In the middle were three figures, three guys, three nude guys. One appeared to be the bell man', the other two were light skinned guys, Americans or Europeans. The pepperoni bell man' was standing there in all his glistening, naked glory as the other two, equally undressed were fondling and otherwise admiring the pepperoni. The `bell man' sported, maybe not a pepperoni in length, but an enormous, dark, thick cock. As his cock was being caressed he had grasped two hand fulls of hard cockmeat and was expertly working them over.
One of the guys dropped to his knees, pushed back the loose foreskin and attempted to take that thing in his mouth. He had to open his mouth wide in order to accommodate its girth and was able to swallow not quite half its length before he gagged and pulled off. His companion then dropped down and tried to do what his friend was unable to accomplish. He to rocketed of that enormous tool. Bracketing that dark, chocolate cock they licked and sucked from the bush and balls to the head on either side--a long traverse. The `bell man' stood there, looked down, arms akimbo and observed the two as their lips and tongues moved over his cock.
The length and girth of the bell man's' was such that in its state of erection he arched downward, a prisoner of gravity. Nonetheless, it was a plaything to be reckoned with. One of the guys, moved behind the bell man', grabbed his firm, muscular ass cheeks, spread them apart and moved in. Obviously, he loved his ass being tongued, cause the bell man' bent his knees slightly, thrust his bubble butt backward, rolled his head backed and groaned, audibly as he was rimmed. The `sucker' reached for his pants, drew out a tube, I assume K-Y, and started to finger his ass. First one, then two and finally three fingers were inserted and manipulated.
All this had its effect on Hal and me. I felt his hand reach for my crotch. Quickly, I pulled down my Bermudas, allowing Hal free access to my hard cock. At the same time, I reached around and untied the string holding up Hal's shorts, pushed the waist band down over his ass and slid my hand down that warm crack. I fingered that tight bud as Hal fondled my rigid cock and straining balls. Thus employed, we observed the sensuously, erotic tableau below.
The `sucker' then applied a copious amount of K-Y to that massive, dark, fuck tool, stood up, turned around and backed up. We could tell that entry was not a simple task.
"Oh! Gawd!" he gasped out loud! Obviously his tight sphincter had been breached. Both he and the bell man' froze in position. It was obvious that the bell man' had fucked a number of guys and he knew that his size required some time for the invaded hole to relax. While frozen in that position, the rimmer' took the K-Y from his friend's hand and prepared the bell man's' hole. Apparently he wasn't averse to being fucked as he stood there as he was fingered. The `sucker' then pushed back a bit, rested and pushed back again. Finally, he pushed all the way back, burying that enormous cock in his ass. He must have been an accomplished fucker with a long rectal canal in order to accommodate that thick weapon.
Watching that lascivious display turned me on. I am not, by nature, prone to be a voyeur, but this spectacle was beyond belief and luxurious as hell. My Bermudas were, quite naturally, tented.
Hal turned to me and whispered hoarsly, "He took that whole huge thing in his ass! that whole fuckin thing."
Whispering in his ear, "Do you want my `thing' in your ass?"
"Yeah! Fuck me now Bob!" and he rubbed his ass against my bulge. He reached down, untied the string holding up his Bermudas and shoved the back waist band over the hump of his ass. I lowered mine to mid thigh, slathered my raging cock with a generous dollop of saliva and depositing another equal ammount on my finger, I rubbed it against his sphincter and shoved my finger in. Both of us were so erotisized by the tableau that were were totally ready in every degree. I slid my cock in and began to fuck Hall right there midst the undergrowth and boulders.
Slowly the bell man' began to withdraw, then reinsert his cock. That was a signal to the rimmer' as he crabbed up to the spread bubble butt and inserted his cock and groaned. The `bell man' groaned too. We watched a reverse Oreo as I began to piston Hal's luscious hole. From time to time I would halt to watch with rapt attention, watch a particularly lascivious action, then return to my duty as I sped up.
Soon the fucking rimmer' gasped and plunged deeply into that chocolate ass, gasped again then held still. After a minute, he pulled out, flopped onto the sand and observed his companion's ass being attacked by the enormous weapon. At last, the fucked sucker' emitted a loud moan and we could see him anointing the sand with his cum, the cum of a spontaneous ejaculation. He fell forward on that baptized sand, landing on his hands and knees, gasping for breath.
Uncharacteristically, I slam fucked Hal's ass as he whispered, "Yes, yesss . . . ." The whole situation was other worldly.
Our bell man' grasped his pole and began to slide his hand up and down its length, faster and faster. He sure must have had staying power. At last, he arched his back, gasped as the sucker' positioned his open mouth in front of that dark cock head and accepted copious amounts of jet after jet.
That made me cum. I had all I could do to stifle my natural groan. Hal did too as I felt his sphincter spasm, announcing his spontaneous ejaculation. Quickly, I pulled out of Hal's well fucked ass, retied my Bermudas as Hal did his and we quickly and silently retreated.
It wasn't until we reached the beach that we said anything.
"Gawd! That was one huge cock!"
"Wonder how that guy managed all of it?"
"Practice, just takes practice, I snickered. "I ought to know!"
"What do you mean?" Hal knew what I meant! "I'm not THAT big!"
"Certainly not as long, but just as thick!"
"Like hell I am!"
"Pretty close!" I admitted.
Hal body-slammed me into the surf and ran back to the chalet laughing.
Walking out of the water I noticed three figures exiting the strewn boulders, ambling towards the resort. When I entered our chalet, Hal had stripped and was walking into the bathroom. I too stripped and followed him into the shower. He turned on the water and aimed the shower to his well fucked hole.
"Now I know how you felt that first time I fucked you!"
"Why?"
"You've never fucked me so hard before! You were a fucking animal in the boulders."
"Sorry," I said as I gently kissed him on the lips.
That night we had a leisurely supper. The menu was limited, probably because of the season, but the food was good. We noticed that the `bell man' also doubled as waiter. Now his uniform was a loose shirt, Bermudas and an apron.
"Damn!" Hal said.
"What?"
"With that damned apron you can't see his treasure."
"Probably just as well, otherwise we couldn't eat our supper," I chuckled.
"You are probably right."
About 9:00 that evening, Hal and I were relaxing watching CNN on the TV when there was a knock on the door. Hal open the door and the `bell man' stepped in carying a bowl of fresh fruit.
"Compliments of the management, gentlemen," he said as he walked over and srt the bowl on the cocktail table.
Both Hal's and my eyes bulged! Rather than loose fitting, string tied Bermudas, he was wearing white, clinging, revealing, lycra shorts. Registering our mutual reaction, he grinned from ear to ear.
"You like my pants?"
"Oh, yeah," we both admitted in consort, our eyes locked on the the outline of his opulent cock and balls.
Frankly, I was somewhat taken back at his audacity, his boldness. But, who am I to object?
The `bell man's' eyes narrowed, but his smile did not lessen. Then he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his revealing shorts and drew them down. His enormous, hooded cock flopped out and dangled there! It was easily seven-and-a-half or eight inches long, obviously detumescent and the head was covered with a generous foreskin. Veins ran the length of the shaft, visually adding to the lengthy appearance. He had an opulent, loose skinned ball sack in which nestled two ping-pong ball sized nuts. Gently with his fore finger and thumb he pushed that great, loose, foreskin back revealing a glistening purplish pink knob.
"Damn!" I gasped as I sat there. Truly, I had never seen such an enormous cock! Hal and I were both momentarily transfixed.
Hal came to his senses quicker that I did.
"Is that compliments of the management too?"
The bell man' smiled and was about to answer when the phone rang. I reached over and answered it, "Hello," and looked up to the bell man' and asked, "Are you Amos?"
He nodded.
"This is for you."
Amos stepped over as my eyes returned to that incredible piece of manhood pendulously hanging there. He took the phone, said, "This is Amos . . . Yes?" and as he got his message, "OK, I'll be right there!"
Handing the phone back to me, Amos quickly pulled up his shorts and said, "Sorry, Guys gotta go."
He turned and walked towards the door. Hal escorted him to the door and after a second or two, closed it, "Saved by the bell!"
"DAMN! If that's part of the service The Boulders ought to be a ten-star resort!"
"You know, as he stepped onto the porch, he grabbed his normal Bermudas that he had left on the railing and put them back on."
"So that show was just for us?"
"Appears to have been."
"Do you think he saw us this afternoon at the end of the beach?"
"Don't know."
Fortunately or unfortunately we were not treated to a similar show again while at The Boulders. But, the relict of that huge, dangling, dark, veined cock remains in my mind. Did I desire to have sucked it? No! Did I desire to have felt it in my ass? Absolutely not! Did I desire to have touched it? Of course. I wanted to fondle it to cradle it in my hand. That's all.
"Come over here!" I said to Hal in the half light of the setting sun.
"What?"
"Just come over here."
Walking over to where I was sitting, "What?" he said less insistently.
Reaching out, I softly ran my hand over the bulge in the front of his Bermudas.
"I know what you're up to!" he stated with a grin, "You're some kind of damned, wierd sex PREEVERT!" he chuckled.
`Preevert' is our own little joke. Hal once told me his grandfather had once said of two guys living together, "They're preeverts!" mispronouncing the term.
"If I'm preeverted, then I'm preeverted for you!" I chortled.
Saying that I pulled the tie on his Bermudas and they slid down to the floor. That day Hal was going commando! He usually did when he wasn't at work. His burgeoning, sweelling cock arched out from and over his balls. Grasping its thickening shaft I lightly squeezed it and pushed my hand towards his pubes, unveiling his cock head as the foreskin rolled back. I leaned forward and encased that pulsing, pinkish-lavender, glistening head in my mouth while swirling my tongue over its satiny surface.
"Oh! Damn! You really know how to get a guy's attention," he breathed.
Playing the role of a slut, I answered, "Honey, I want more than your attention!"
I licked the length and breadth of his expanding shaft and started all over again. I loved exciting Hal this way. He could be so laid back, except I knew the key to unlock his sensual door. When he was suitably eroticized, he could ba amazing. He reached down and groped my crotch, searching for my hardening cock.
"Un huh," I vocalized pushing his hand away.
"Why?"
"'Cause I'm gonna drive you wild tonight!"
"You already have," he gasped.
"Baby, you ain't seen nothing yet!" and I went back to sucking his delicious cock.
"Ahhh!" Hal gasped.
For some reason, probably the fucking and sucking play we were treated to in the boulders, plus that huge, dark chocolate cock swinging in front of me a few minutes ago, made me as horny as hell! For long minutes I tongue teases Hal's Rigid, pulsing rod, then I transferred my attention to his balls. I liked them til they were glistening with my saliva, then returned to his cock.
Again he reached for my cock. I stood up, manoeuvered him to the bed and pushed him back onto it.
Standing between his legs, I untied my Bermudas and let them slip to the floor. My cock stood rigidly at attention. I wagged it at him.
"I wanna suck your cock!" he rasped.
"Un huh," I said as I shook my head.
"I wanna suck YOUR COCK," he demanded loudly.
"Nope. You only have one choice tonight!" Saying that I turned and rubbed my ass cheeks lasciviously. Oh, I was really playing the slut tonight!
"Then come here, you preevert and sit on my cock!"
"Nope. You gotta work for it!"
Hal lunged for me. I dodged him. He lunged again and I again evaded him.
We started to laugh at the scene we must be presenting--two grown men running about with raging hard ones, playing tag! Laughing hysterically, I finally flopped on the bed, on my back, legs spread. Hal fell on top of me, pinning me down.
Reaching over he whispered in my ear, "I love you Bob Cavanaugh, you crazy, demented preevert and I'm going to make you pay for this in the most delicious way imaginable!"
"I was hoping for that!"
Lunging for my cock, he quickly swallowed my whole length.
"Ohhhh!"
Then reaching for the K-Y, Hal started to prepare my tightened hole for the invasion of his turgid, tumid dick. Automatically, I lifted my legs and brought my knees to my chest. The sensation of his hot mouth on my cock and his fingering of my ass never failed to prime me for a good cocking. He shoved a pillow under my ass, elevating it, placing it at the most advantageous height and angle for his lusty, pulsing prick's attack.
Hal had always been aware the the girth of his cock was something that I needed ttime to accomodate and become comfortable with. Slowly I felt the rose-bud shaped cock head penetrate the outer gates of my tight ass and I gasped from luxurious expectation. Slowly, oh, so slowly he pushed that thick-bodied love muscle into me! When he was fully seated, in to the hilt, plumbing my depths, I wrapped my legs `bout his waist and locked my ankles. This I did automatically and without conscious volition. It was a non-verbal signal to start his slow withdrawl and repenetration, in and out, in and out.
"Oh! Gawd, I love how you make me feel . . . how you feel in side me," I groaned out loud.
"You like my cock in you?"
The giggling play of minutes back was now replaced by serious love making, pleasuring and giving pleasure.
"Oh, yes. You fill me with so much passion."
I squeezed my sphincter as Hal started on of those slow thrusts inward.
"Ahhh! I love what you do with your ass!"
"I love what you do with your cock!"
Reaching over he kissed me deeply and I drew him further into me with the pressure of my heels pushing on his flexing, muscular buns. For long luscious minutes we continued this primordial dance. Then slowly
Hal pulled out and whispered, "Turn over and lift your hot ass."
I complied, hugging the pillow, pulling my knees up towards my chest and elevating my ass. Hal crawled up behind me placed a hand on my hip and with his other hand aimed his glistening cock toward my quivering hole, and entered me again.
"Ahhh!"
"Oh! I love to watch my cock pushing into your delightful hole . . . stretching it over my shaft!"
That was a position I luxuriated in too, looking down as my hard, sensitized cock pushed in and out of Hal's hole. He started to slam fuck my ass, plunging into the very depths of my being. We both groaned.
Stopping and falling over onto my back and bringing his lips close to my ear he whispered, "Do you know something?"
"What?"
"I love you."
This was a decaration we had first made years ago, but one that never fails to warm my heart when he tells me. He tells me at least once every day.
Clutching me, Hal rolls our united bodies `til we are on our sides, spooned and starts to fuck me again.
"Oh, I love this," I murmur as he pushes in and draws way out only to plunge in again!
"I love fuckin your ass."
"I love you fucking my ass," and I bring my top leg way up in the air and grasp it with my arms.
Hal throws his top leg over my thigh, torques and draws his bottom knee up to my waist `til he's stradling my thigh, kneeling ove my thigh. He takes my raised leg, wraps his arms around it for leverage, and with a conserted thrust of his hips, jamms his substantial, hard, throbbing cock back into my depths. He starts pistoning my ass.
"Oh! Gawd!" he gasps, "I love fuckin your hot hole . . . while my ass . . . rubs against your . . . hairy thighs."
"Yeah! Fuck my ass with that big cock of yours!"
And, did he!
Again, he pulled out and took my legs and dragged me to the edge of the bed, thowing the pillows on the floor, he knelt on them, put my legs over his shoulder, wrapped his arms around my knees and slammed back into me with unerring accuracy. Then he began to increase his speed. This was the position I loved the best as his hard, thick cock inevitably ran back and forth over my inner know and always brought me to a screaming orgasm.
"Oh, Fuck me Hal! Fuck me good! Fill me with your hot cum!"
I could feel me mounting that luxurious tsunami of release. Then suddenly . . .
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" and also "AAARRRGGGHHH!"
Hal collapsed on me. I dropped my legs to the cloor, bracketing Hal's. Panting we embraced each other.
"Gawd! That was phenomenal!" Hal rasped.
"Yeah! That it was!"
"Ya know something?"
"What?"
"My cock feels so good, do comfortable in your ass, I don't think I ever want to move it!
"OK with me! I love the feel of you in me."
"Bob, why do you turn me on so much."
Smiling, "'Cause you turn me on, you preevert."
Hal smiled, wiggled his ass which transmitted its movements into my ass via his encased cock. I flexed my sphincter and my ass muscled.
"Damn! How do you do that?"
"You like it?"
"Oh, yeah!"
Kissing him I flexed my muscles again.
"Mmmm!" and Hal flexed his hip.
Lifting my head and looking directly at him, I asked "Are you getting hard AGAIN?"
He just smiled and thrust again.
"Yup! You are,! You insatiabale preevert!"
And ever so slowly, we made love again. This time without changing positions.
A month after we returned Hal came home looking beat.
"What's the matter, Honey?" I asked.
"Ahhh, just felt I had no energy."
"Do you have fever," I asked as I felt his forehead, and answered my self, "Nope."
"Just have a bug, I guess."
A couple of days later Hal complained of the same listless feeling.
"Maybe you should see the doctor," I suggested.
"Yeah. If I don't feel any better tomorrow, I will."
The next evening Hal came home and announced, "Went to the clinic and saw the doctor."
"What did he say?"
"Not much, sent me to the lab. They took some blood. Gawd, I hate that! Supposed to see him tomorrow afternoon for the results."
"Want me to go with you?"
"Naw. It'll be OK!"
Late in the morning, the next day, I got a call from Dr. Anderson, our physician. He had been our physician since we made our commitment.
"Bob, could you take some time off and meet with me and Hal this afternoon, 3:00?"
"Yeah, sure. Is there a problem?"
"Let's discuss that when you get here?"
A dark presentament descended upon me.
At 3:00 I arrived in the doctor's office. The nurse said, "Go right in, Hal just got here."
When I entered, Hal looked up, "What are you doing here?"
"Hodgkin's Lymphoma!"
It hit us like a sledge hammer! I was totally stunned. Hal was a bit more sanguine.
"It's cureable?" he asked.
"In the early stages, there is a considrable success rate."
"And, what stage am I at?"
"Well, it looks pretty good, but I wish we had caught it earlier."
"So, I'm not in the early stage?"
"We can't be sure. There seems to be some systemic involvement."
HAl and i sat and looked stunned at each other.
"I'm sending to an oncologist, a good man. He can tell you more."
We were immediately taken to the oncologist in the clinic.
Hal was immediately admitted to the neighboring hospital and I leadenly went home. There I broke down and cried for an hour. Later, I administered some Visine to take the red from my eyes and drove back to the hospital. Hal looke wan and was alreasy hooked up to an intervenous drip.
"You OK?" he asked.
"Yeah, but more importantly, are you OK?"
"Felt better," he answered with a grin. "You know how I hate needles?" and added with a wink, "There are other things that I'd rather have stuck inme!"
"You're so bad!" I chuckled.
"I know, but woud you rather have me any other way?"
"No way Baby."
Two days later Hal was released. We talked long hours in the warm confines of our apartment, discussing every possibility. Strangely enough we were incresibly calm. Guess we were in a state of shock.
Two months later we got the devastating news that the chemotherapy was not working. The prognosis was grim, but he was still kept on chemotherapy, hoping that some new concoction would take hold.
The chemotherapy wracked his body, causing uncontrolled gagging. Nothing seemed to work. I woke up one night and Hal was not in the bed. I got out of bed and looked in the bathroom. He wasn't there. I raced down the hall and noticed that the guest room door was open. He was curled up on the bed. Quietly I snuggled up to him and held him in my arms.
"What are you doing?" he asked sleepily.
"Sleeping with you."
"I'll keep you awake!"
"I don't care! You are my love and I want to be with you."
Hal never left the warmth of our bed again. Many nights we would simply talk quietly as I held him in my arms.
We were able to hire a nurse to stay with Hal during the day. An able young man from the local hospice. From 5:00 in the afternoon `til 8:00 the next morning, I attended to his needs.
Irrevocably, I watched the man I loved waste away.
Two months later Hal passed on in his sleep. I had to live on! In one sense, I was lucky as I had long months to prepare myself for his passing. Still when the time came, I was devastated, desolate, absolutely bereft. The few short years we spent together was a time of joy and total commitment. Now my life was empty, a void.
If I thought that my breakup with Aarman was difficult, this was a hundered times more traumatic. I didn't want to survive. Yet, I did. Chapter four Scherzo -- Another Life, Another Tine
Soon after Hal departed, I again sought the help of a counsellor. It was suggested that I join a self help group in grieving. At first I merely sedentated in the group. Bit by bit I was drawn in and was able to participate. I was not the only one who had lost a partner--several had. And, a couple had lost a teen aged daughter, the victim of a car accident.
Nearly two years later I found myself on that familiar beach. The beach where I first discovered myself. I love this beach, this particular stretch of pristine, golden sand warmed by the tropical sun and washed by the gentle tides. This idyllic hideaway, bracketed by primordial boulders to the north and to the south cascading from the high hill, down into the sea.
It had been a suggestion by the counsellor of the group that I find some place where I could be quiet and rest. Possibly some place that carried good memories. I thought of Port Maria, but cancelled that thought. It was too connected with Hal. Then Langkawi came to mind.
I flew into Langkawi this time from Kuala Lumpur and was met by the hotel car and in a few short minutes, I was whisked to the hotel, the Berjaya. My room was not really a room, but a chalet,' one of fifty or so, sprinkled through out the forest covered rocky, undulating hill that rimmed the beach. It was large for one person, high up on the hill. I walked down a short incline to the poarch, but then the hill fell away sharply til the balcony on the opposite side of the porch was easily ten feet above the slope. The chalet' had a king size bed, ample bath, floor to ceiling windows facing the beach which could be seen through the trees, and a balcony--all the amenities needed. I was separated from the next closest chalet' by maybe thirty yards.
Leisurely I unpacked, showered and decided to go to the main lodge for a drink before supper and inquire about transport to the island, to my beach. The hotel had a number of oversized golf carts that ran over the narrow paths connecting the main lodge with the various chalets.' All I needed to do was phone the front desk and ask for transport. I two minutes or so the mini bus' would silently motor up and I would be whisked to the lodge.
I was politely informed that the island with my beach was at a distance--I knew that!--and although the hotel did have kayaks, it wasn't recommended that a single kayaker attempt that distance. "But, the hotel does have a motor boat that we could happily take you there."
When I informed them that I might want to spend the whole day, "That would be no problem, Sir. Our boatman could take you in the morning and return to pick you up in the afternoon. And, the hotel will gladly pack you a lunch to take." I made the arrangements.
The next morning I packed a book I was reading, two towels, a couple of bottles of mineral water and extra shirt in my small back pack and was about to add a bathing suit.
"What the hell!" I said to myself, "I'll be the only one there." I left the bathing suit on the bed and called for the `mini bus.'
A few minutes later I was at the lodge, drank a cup of coffee, collected my boxed lunch and was directed to the boat at the dock. I was soon on my way to the island.
Almost a half hour later I was deposited on that golden crescent of sand guarded by boulders and was informed that the boatman would be back at 5:00 P.M. to collect me. Finding a shady spot, not too far from the water's edge, I laid out my towel, placed my meager cargo near by, stripped and walked into the warm water. It was wonderful. After a few minutes, I stepped, dripping from the water, dried off in the warm rays of the sun, sat on my towel and picked up my book to read. Within ten minutes, I dozed off there on that golden crescent of sand.
Some time later, I was roused from my rejuvenating sleep by a filtered shadow and sat up.
"Hi."
"Oh! my gawd!" I gasped as I rolled onto my, supported myself on my right elbow and shaded my eyes with my left hand.
It was Aarman, Aarman Wellington!
I was stunned, thunderstruck, paralyzed, silent.
"What are you doing here?" I finally blurted out.
Smiling, "I might ask you the same thing."
Aarman appeared not to have changed much in the nearly ten years since I last saw him. We were both in our mid thirties and he, like me, must have worked out some as he appeared to be in fairly good shape. We both had added a couple of pounds, but they did not detract.
And, like the first time I laid eyes on him, he was standing there nude, glistening in the sun, a Triton from the sea with dark wavy hair, a thick, dark, opulent `V-ed" patch at the base of his torso and a brilliant, yet somewhat confused smile.
He squatted down and his cock and balls swung free between his flexed legs.
"Why did I notice that?" I said to myself.
"When did you get here?"
"About an hour ago," I answered.
"No, I mean, when did you get to the island?"
"Oh. Yesterday."
Looking around, "No kayak?"
"No. The hotel provided me with a motor boat . . . I'll be picked up this afternoon."
"Where you staying?"
"The Berjaya."
"Swanky! My hotel doesn't have such accommodations for its guests."
Smiling, I explained, "It's nice. The travel agent got me a deal . . . reasonable." Then, I added, "And, where are you staying?"
"In Kuah, still, but not the same place," he said with a smirk, "I've moved up! Staying at the Citin Hotel. Been staying there for a few years."
"Few years?"
"I mean when I come here, that's where I've been staying."
"You come here often?"
"This is my tenth year," Aarman answered with a smile.
"Ten years!?"
Aarman smiled, "Yeah. I come here every year, the second week in August."
It took me a while to register the fact that this is the second week in August, and the first time I was here was also the second week in August. I gazed at him a bit incredulous and trying to piece together this man.
"You still in Indy?" he asked.
"Yeah, and are you still in Chicago?"
"Yep!"
"It's good that the church lets you off like this every year."
Aarman smiled, "I'm not with the church. I left the priesthood almost eight years ago."
I stared at him blankly and barely uttered, "Oh?"
"I tried to contact you, But I couldn't get through."
Shrugging my shoulders, I didn't tell him that I had blocked his e-mails before I went to a different server. And, of course, I had my phone unlisted. I went back to those months of pain and turmoil and shuddered.
Breaking out of the past, I said, as nonchalant as I could, "The hotel packed a lunch for me. Let's share it. I'm starved!"
I don't think I needed to tell him that I was also shocked to find him here . . . nearly ten years from the first time we met. But, what was I to do?
Reaching for my back pack, I pulled out a large parcel and began to unwrap it.
"That's not necessary," He said.
"They probably packed more than I can eat," I admitted as I opened the packet.
Inside was two pieces of fried chicken, a generous portion of fried rice, sliced cucumbers and an ample amount of sliced mango, papaya, pine apple, an orange, a liter of mineral water, paper napkins and plastic eating utensils.
"See," I said, "They must think I'm a glutton. Of course there's enough!" I said as I laid the fare on a towel between us.
Aarman had moved from his crouching position and sat cross legged, facing me. "Besides, I brought an additional two liters of water. There's more than enough for both of us."
Aarman acquiesced and we began to eat quietly, silently.
His presence here, the fact that he had been coming here every year at the same time and our previous association raced through my mind. I tried to make sense of it! But, I couldn't.
My mind was totally befuddled. Every once in a while I glanced up at Aarman, almost always he was regarding me, and our eyes met. Invariably I glanced away.
Finishing the last bit of fruit, I folded up the remains and packed them back in my back pack. "I need to cool off." I said and stood up, brushed the sand of my legs and ass and walked to the water's edge
"Me, too," and he followed me.
We swam for about fifteen minutes then returned to my shaded spot.
Aarman glanced at his watch and commented, "I best be going, the tide will be going out in a couple of hours and I don't want to be caught." Then with a smile, "I'm not the shape I was in a few years ago."
Shrugging, I said, "I don't know, you look in pretty good shape to me!"
"Yeah, but the years takes their toll." Saying that, Aarman reached out to shake my hand. "Bob, it's truly good to see you. I was hoping some day we could meet again." As an after thought, he reached over and kissed me on the cheek.
I stood there transfixed and watched him lope back down the beach to the boulders at the far end. Not for a second did I take my eyes of his muscular, nude, bronzed body. Then he disappeared behind the outcropping.
The rest of the afternoon was an utter blank. I tried to read. That was futile! I tossed the book aside and sank deeply into my thoughts and emotions. Myriad scenes and sensations flew across my addled mind's eye and through my agitated being. Here I had come to regenerate myself. Instead I was tossed into utter disarray. Where I had once, a few weeks ago, lived in a well ordered world, now chaos reigned.
I was roused out of my inner quandary by the sound of a motor. I looked up and the boat from the hotel appeared around the boulders and motored to the shore. The boatman waved at me, I waved back, stood up, brushed the sand of me, got dressed and to my belongings back to the boat! The boatman regarded me quietly as I stepped into the boat. Then I realized that he probably was not used to see his passengers nude on the beach.
By 5:20 I was back in my `chalet' and taking a shower. After several hours of deep thought, I had not reached any conclusions. I dressed and thought, "What the Hell!"
I called for a `mini bus' and asked them to call me a taxi. When we pulled up to the lodge, a taxi was waiting. I got in and said, "Kuah, Citin Hotel." The drive in to Kuah was both picturesque and shabby. Shabby stalls and shops were dotted along the way midst paddy fields and palm trees. In twenty minutes I was standing outside the Citin Hotel, entered, walked up to the desk and asked, "Is Mr.. Aarman Wellington registered here?"
"Yes."
Gesturing to the phone on the desk, "Would you connect me with his room, please?"
I picked up the receiver and heard, "Hello."
"Hi, Aarman, Bob here, Have you had dinner yet?"
"No, I was just about to go out and get something to eat when you called.
"Good! Lets eat together . . . my treat tonight."
"Sounds good to me," he chuckled, and added, "When?"
"Right now, I'm downstairs in the lobby!"
There was a pause. "Damn! I'll be right down."
We found a restaurant, the "Makan Padang," near by the Citin Hotel that had an air conditioned section. It was humid outside and the air conditioning suited us at the time. After we finished our supper we slipped into easy, yet probing conversation.
"What have you been doing these past years?" Aarman asked.
I told him about Hal from our first meeting to the end.
"I'm sorry," Aarman said, "But, he sounds like a great guy."
"He was a wonderful man, caring, understanding and great fun to be with." Then, I probed, "And, you, Aarman, what have you been up to?"
Looking at me, his face took on a mournful look. "Well, after that weekend, the weekend of the wedding, I felt lost. What I did to you was unforgivable."
"I forgave you," I said quietly.
"I know. But, the pain in your eyes was too much for me to bare. At the end of that month I got a leave from the Bishop and went on a month's retreat. I was, to use the common vernacular, `fucked up!'" With that said, he smiled a bit. "I sought the aid of the diocesan counsellor. Told him everything. Of course his commitment was to the Church and he did everything he could to avert what I saw to be the ultimate decision. Eight years ago, I left the priesthood and went back to school." His eyes twinkled and a slight grin spread across his face. "I traded one title for another."
"So you're no longer Father Wellington. What are you now?"
"Got my Ph.D."
"Ah! Dr. Wellington, is it?"
"Yeah."
"Any relationships?"
"No! I've been celibate though."
"Celibate?"
"Yeah. Screwed up one potentially great relationship, didn't want that to happen again."
A bit sarcastically, "So you gave up the priesthood, except you maintained one of your vows."
Aarman merely shrugged his shoulders.
"But, why?"
"Guess you can call it expiation."
"But, that's crazy!"
"Not really. You know before I met you I had a few associations. I was not a virgin!"
"Yeah, I remember."
He chuckled, then turned serious, "But when I met you then, I had found something I really didn't think existed. I know we weren't together quite a year . . . but I knew it was special. Since then . . . I really haven't had the desire . . . or need to be with anyone else."
I stared blankly into his eyes, trying to fathom all this!
"I have come back here every year . . . it's sorta my personal pilgrimage . . . . My own form of cleansing. And, in the back of my mind . . . I sorta hoped that . . . you might come back too . . . for whatever reason. So when I saw you there today . . . it was like karma . . . an answer to my prayers."
Rarely have I been stunned into silence. This was one of those times!
"Bob, I know I wasn't all together up front with you before. I wand to be now. I want you to know that I still have profound feelings for you."
Saying that, Aarman reached across the table and laid his hand on mine. I didn't know what I felt. I didn't know what I thought. I was bewildered. I was being drawn into a maelstrom, a vortex of unimaginable complexity. Slowly, I withdrew my hand from under his and said nothing.
We sat there, long minutes looking at each other. Our minds raced.
Finally, I said, "Aarman, you must know that seeing you this morning was a shock to my conscious mind. I came here, because it was a place of incredible peace for me. A place that held strong memories. Maybe, subconsciously, I was trying to relive my past. I don't know. But, frankly, seeing you again and talking with you has not cleared my mind. If anything . . . I am more confused."
We parted company and I caught a taxi back to the hotel. I entered my `chalet', took a long hot shower, flopped on my bed and laid there staring at the ceiling. Finally, I drifted to sleep.
The next morning I was deposited on that golden crescent of sand guarded by boulders and was informed that the boatman would be back at 5:00 P.M. to collect me. As before I was alone. I sat with my arms around my knees and gazed out onto the Andaman Sea. I half expected Aarman to appear again, when he didn't, I sighed and laid back on my towel and slept.
An hour later, I woke up refreshed, stretched and sat up. There, about eight feet away Aarman was reclining on his side, supporting his head on his hand.
He said quietly, "Hi."
"Hi. How long have you been here?"
"Not long. Do you mind?
"Of course not. Actually, I was hoping you might come."
We smiled.
We spent the rest of the time quietly talking about the past and the present, shared the lunch, and swam a bit. About the same time as yesterday, Aarman announced his leave due to the tide. As he stood up, brushed the sand from his body, I said, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"Why haven't you tried to come on to me?"
Aarman just flashed one of his most devastating smiles and answered. "Gawd knows I've wanted to! But . . . it's . . . not my place." Saying that he turned and ran towards the boulders.
I understood. He had made the first move those years ago. Now, after all that's happened, if there is to be a second coming together, it's my place to initiate it.
Aarman called me that night and said, "Bob, I forgot to tell you that I'm leaving early in the morning."
"Forgot?"
"Well, no, but I thought it best not to cloud our being together today . . . put any unnecessary burden on either of us."
"Mmmm!" Then I asked, "Got a paper and pencil?"
"Yeah. Just a minute."
I gave Aarman my e-mail address and telephone number and said, "E-mail me when you get back. I still have a few more days here."
"I will, I promise."
Two days later, when I checked my e-mail, there was a message from Aarman: "Bob, got home late last night. everything is OK. you made my vacation. as always, A."
I smiled and sent a reply: "Aarman, thanx for the note. leave tomorrow for indy. will call you after I get home. as always, B."
Leaving Langkawi the next day, I steeled myself for the long flight. Somehow I was buoyant!
Saturday I slept most of the day. The twenty some hour flight from Langkawi was tiring. Sunday I phoned Aarman.
"Hi." I said.
"Hi. When did you get back?"
"Late, late Friday night. Slept most of the day, Saturday."
"Such a long flight."
"Yeah, Nearly half way around the world." Then I asked, "Are you busy this coming weekend?"
"No, Why?"
"I was wondering if you'd like to come to Indy and spend the weekend with me?"
"I'd love to."
"Can you drive down Friday afternoon?"
"Got to work til 4:30. Then I can come after I pick up my things. Might not get there til around 9:00!"
"Good! I really want to see you."
"Why are you asking me?"
"Because it's . . . my place to."
I heard him chuckle over the phone. Then in a most serious voice, "Bob are you sure?"
"No, Not really, but how will I know unless . . . I do . . . unless we do?"
"OK, Then Friday it is!"
The week seemed to drag by. Aarman and I e-mailed each other a couple of times, confirming all the arrangements and giving him directions to my apartment.
At about 9:10 there was a knock on the door. I opened it and there stood Aarman, handsome and smiling.
"Come one In!"
He was carrying a small, soft, overnight bag.
"You have a choice of accommodations." I announced.
He raised his eyebrow, "Oh?"
Continuing, I said with a smirk, "Yeah. My bed or the guest room!"
Aarman was stunned. Then tears filled his eyes. He replied in a low, quivering voice, "I think you know the answer to that!" Then he stepped up to me, wrapped his arms around me, hugged me and covered my face and neck with kisses, quick kisses that transmitted volumes.
"I take it, that means my bed?"
He simply stated, "Yeah, it does."
"You hungry?"
"Starved!"
"Well, take your bag down the hall, door on the end. If you want to shower, there's towels and stuff in the bathroom."
"Thanks. I won't be long."
"OK," and I went to the kitchen, dished out some curried potato salad, sliced ham and cruditées and placed them on the table in the dining alcove. Also, I uncorked a bottle of rosé and set it on the table.
Aarmon soon appeared, refreshed. We sat down, toasted each other and ate our supper.
"Tired?" I asked.
"That depends," he answered with a smile.
"What does that mean?" I asked archly.
Laughing, "You figure it out."
"Mmmm!" then I added, "Well, I'm going to shower, you can watch the news!"
"Sounds good to me."
I showered, put on my terry cloth robe and padded into the living room. Aarman was sitting on the sofa watching the news.
"Anything interesting?"
"Naw. Just the same old thing."
"Wanna go to bed?"
"Is the Pope Catholic?"
"I don't know. You tell me!"
We went to the bedroom. I took off my robe, Aarman had stripped down to his boxers and then noticing my total lack of clothes, cautiously dropped them to the floor and glanced at me questioning. I smiled.
Frankly, I was a bit nervous. I wasn't sure that this was the right thing. But the sight of Aarman's nude body and the anticipation of what was to come caused some excitement in me as well as some apprehension. It had been a long time since I was with another guy and ten years since I had last coupled with Aarman. So much could change in all that time.
We crawled into bed. Two guys with a blank piece of history between us. I reached over and pulled him to me.
"Humph," he vocalized as out bodies touched.
Interestingly enough, neither of us were erect, but in the process of arriving at that state.
I lightly kissed him on the lips. Then I kissed him again, more insistently and fully. Our tongues entwined and sought each other depths. We held each other closer along our whole body, straining, striving to get closer. Reaching down, between us, I sought, found and grasped his now hard cock in my hand and fondled it.
"Humph."
The gates opened and I groaned as I slid down to his hairy crotch, buried my nose in his thick, opulent bush, then took his cock into my mouth.
"Ahhhh!" Aarman groaned. Then he sat up, pulled me off his cock, held my face in his hands an confessed, "Oh, Bob! You don't know how long I have longed for this!"
Then he spun around and swallowed my whole cock length.
"Ahhhh!" I gasped at that lascivious sensation.
Who doesn't like to have their cock sucked? Aarman was the first man to suck my cock and although he may not be a born master, his ability was pretty awesome. I tried to squirm down so that we would be face to cock, but he pushed me back.
"No!" he said.
"I owe you this!"
"You owe me nothing," I gasped.
"I owe you ten years of this!"
"Let's do one day at a time!"
He crawled between my legs, moved up kissed me passionately on the mouth. Then he lifted my arm and licked my pit til I thought I would scream. Then he ministered to the other arm, licking and sucking until I was a squirming mass of eroticized man flesh. What he did to my nipples was beyond description, licking, sucking, nibbling, rolling til the were as hard as my cock. Silently I prayed that he would descend to my cock. And, he did. He licked the under-ridge, swirled his tongue around my cock head, then swallowed the whole thing.
"Ahhhh!" I gasped with utter delight.
He lifted me to the high plateau of release, then drew off!
His saliva had run down on either side of my balls. There he lubed his finger and rubbed my perineum before lightly scratching my tight sphinctered bud.
"Oh! My Gawd!" I raised my legs and spread them.
Gently he inserted his finger and swallowed my cock again at the same time.
"Ahhhh! Gawd!"
During all this process, during all this priming, during all this erotic rousing, Aarman had been preparing himself. He lubed his ass and stretched it in preparation. Then Aarman quit my cock and lowered his head, replacing his finger with his tongue!
"Oh! My GAWD! What are you doing?" I rumbled.
Never had I ever felt anything so incredibly delicious, so lascivious sensual, so luxurious as his tongue in my hole. My whole body was wracked with delight.
Stretching my legs out and down on either side of Aarman, I gasped, "Fuck me!!"
Aarman forced my legs together, crab walked up my legs, straddled my hips, grabbed my throbbing cock, aimed it towards his already prepared bud and sat all the way down on my hard pole!
"Ahhhh!" we both gasped--me from the sudden encasement in his hot, love tunnel and Aarman from the sudden, but deliberate insertion deep into his being.
He held his position, looking down at me with glazed, eroticized eyes. Then slowly he drew up and just as slowly sat back down.
"Mmmm!"
Maintaining that slow deliberate movement, I sensed that he had relaxed from his voluntary assault. Bending over, he kissed me. It was both romantic and sensual at the same time. Picking up speed, Aarman braced himself with his hands on either side of my chest. Soon his form, muscular ass was rising and lowering on my adamantine love axle. He was panting both from his exertion as well as the sensation my cock created as it moved passed his eroticized sphincter and massaged his inner trigger.
Suddenly he moved off me, stands beside the bed, bends over, grasps his knees, looks over his shoulder and gasps, "FUCK ME!"
Quickly, I jump from the bed, step up behind him, move between his spread legs, clutch his hips and slide my cock back into him.
"Oh! Yeah!" he groans as methodically I began to fuck that hot ass.
There's something magical when I take my partner in this position. I can feel my balls connecting, flapping against his when I thrust inward. I luxuriate in the feel and look of his tense, firm cheeks and is hole stretched by my love piston. When he stands and turns his torso so we can kiss, the tightening glutes telegraphs electric shocks through me. Two men standing and giving each other delightful, heavenly pleasure. Playing in those ambrosial fields is beyond compare.
I arched my back and then hump it as I thrust inward and upward, bring my ruddy cock head in contact again and again with his inner button. Soon, I feel myself ascending that steep slope towards release. Aarman's, grunts and counter thrusts tell me that he is on the same path.
Suddenly we both tense, our whole being becomes taunt like a drawn bow. Then . . . the guttural, primordial shout!
"ARGGHHH!" issues from both our depths.
We quake, we shudder, we tremble, we spasm together. As Aarman pushes back against me one last time, driving me even further into him, we topple over onto the bed. My arms wrap around his chest, my legs lock around his hips and we roll onto our sides. I feel his sphincter seize my imprisoned cock. Spooned, we become forged together as one, panting beings, sated creatures we fall asleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I felt the urge to relieve myself. Slowly, quietly I withdrew my piss hardened cock and went to the bathroom. When I returned, Aarman moaned, reached for my half hard cock and reinserted it into his waiting hole.
Awaking at the same time, I went to the kitchen. I had set my automatic coffee maker last night. I took two steaming mugs back to the bedroom and crawled in beside Aarman.
Taking his mug, he murmured, "Put it back in me!"
"I can't!" I admitted.
"Why?"
"I'm like a limp dish rag!"
"Mmmm, some dish rag," he chuckled as he fondled my limp, flaccid cock. Then, "Yeah. I see what you mean!"
After finishing the coffee, we climbed into the shower stall and luxuriated in the feel of the spray of hot water cascading over our bodies. Washing each other, we delighted in the reaction our soapy hands gave each other. Aarman became almost instantly hard, even before i touched him.
"You are one horny S.O.B!" I chuckled.
"Who wouldn't be getting into the shower with the likes of you!"
"Have you always been this horny?'
"No, But don't forget I haven't had you for a long time! What do you expect?"
"Some self control,!" I jibed.
"Shit! Looks who's talking about self control?" he said as he grasped my hard cock.
"Surprised?"
"Yeah!"
I dropped to my knees under the running water and slurped his dripping cock into my mouth!
"Geese! You really know how to get a guy's attention," he laughed.
Looking up, "I want more than your attention!" and with that I started to suck him seriously!
"Ahhhh! Damn!"
Slipping my finger between his legs and into his soapy crack, I sought his pucker. Spreading his legs and squatting slight, Aarman provided me with easy access to his pursed hole. I slipped my finger inside and started to finger fuck his relaxed hole as I piston sucked his pole. I had become an efficient, well oiled, pleasing machine as I sucked Aarman.
After a few minutes Aarman's legs began to quiver, a sure sign he was nearing his climax. Sucking faster and deeper, I simultaneously drove my finger deep into him! Soon his whole body was trembling, his embedded cock began to swell and a shudder fanned out from his base chakra.
"ARGGHHH!" he bellowed. I was nearly choked by his cum flood. Collapsing to the floor of the shower, we embraced as the water flooded over us.
One thing I find amazing about Aarman is that he doesn't need much turn around time before he's raring to go again!
After we showered and dried off, I asked him if he was hungry and he admitted that he was. In the kitchen, I prepared a simple breakfast and luckily there was still coffee. I was standing at the counter buttering a couple slices of toast while he sat at the table waiting. Suddenly he was behind me and cupping my buns.
"You have the most amazing ass!" he murmured.
"Really glad you like it." I replied and wiggled my hips a bit for him.
Dropping to his knees, he spread my cheeks and tongued my crack. I arched my back, his tongue found my sensitive bud and he licked over the surface.
"Damn! When did you learn to do that?"
Pulling off, me stated, "Last night." Then he went back to the task at hand.
"Ahhhh!" I gasped, "You are either a quick learner or you're a natural!"
"Mmmm," came his reply as he spread my pucker with his thumbs and drove his tongue into me.
"Ahhhh! Gawd!" I gasped, grabbed the edge of the counter and bent over, offering him unimpeded access.
Next he slipped a finger into me. Soon I was in a state of undeniable sexual must. I took a bit of honey from an open jar on the counter, reached behind me and anointed my fingered hole.
"What's that?"
"Honey. It's a great lube . . . you'll love it when you slide your rampant cock into me!"
Two fingers entered my honeyed hole and I groaned and pushed back against that incredible invasion.
Aarman stood up, his fingers still in me, reached over with his other hand and dipped into the honey jar, "I'm going to fuck this awesome ass!"
"Oh! Yes . . . fuck my ass!"
Feeling his opulent, ruddy cock head against my worked hole, I braced myself for the onslaught. After an amount of pressure that flared helmet POPPED into me!
"Ahhhh!" I gasped as I experienced a bit of discomfort. It had been several years since I had enjoyed being fucked.
Aarman held his pose a minute, then slid further in.
"Oh, yeah! Do it!"
Then is pushed his florid, solid cock-stem all the way in.
"Ahhhh!"
Slowly he commenced that natural movement in and out! It felt wonderful.
Soon I was meeting his thrusts with my own counter thrusts. Grabbing my hips Aarman began to pummel my ass as though he was battering down some unseen wall! My head bobbed from the muscular percussions that telegraphed his lust and passion to me. I was expecting a long siege as he had a screaming release a few minutes before. But, no. Slamming deep into my love channel, he stiffened, raised up on his toes and emptied his load.
"ARGGHHH!" he bellowed.
I could feel his cock lurching and quaking inside me as I was filled with his lustral fluid. Resting a minute, he slowly withdrew his glistening cock from my sensitized hole, wrapped his arms around me and panted.
"Amazing!" was all he said.
"Yeah, It was," came my answer.
Grabbing a paper towel, he wiped the remnants of our passion from his cock, took another one, tenderly cleansed my winking bud and deposited them in the trash. I stood all the way up, unsteadily as he sat at the table.
He turned to me and asked, with a smirk, "Where's my breakfast?"
"Be with you in a minute! There's been an unforeseen technical delay!"
We laughed.
As we sat there munching our toast, I asked, "Why are you so horny?" and then added with a grin, "Thought Asians were committed to just once a day?"
Aarman guffawed, "You forget . . . I am half Asian! My father is English . . . and you know about those English!"
"Guess I'm learning."
We spent the rest of the day in bed, too lazy to get dressed, and besides being naked in bed facilitated unplanned sex and passion. Aarman and I destroyed the Asian myth of once a day . . . more like once every hour or two! That night, we ordered in pizza and ate it in bed and chatted. It's funny how apparently aimless chatter in an intimate situation can do a lot to bring people together. We laid there, totally sated, exhausted and moving towards sleep.
"Come on, get up," I ordered, "The sheets are a mess! Gotta change them."
We changed the sheets and I deposited the cum stained, pizza crumb, wrinkled linen in that hamper.
"We need to shower!"
"Yes, master," Aarman said bowing with a Thai-like `wai.'
"And remember," I admonished, "No hanky-panky!"
Aarman looked down, lifted his flaccid cock tenderly, "Don't think my hanky' can panky' any more." Then he added, "Today!" and gave me a wink.
Two freshly showered guys crawled into a bed with fresh sheets, entwined and fell into a sexually exhausted sleep.
I woke up Sunday morning before Aarman, got out of bed, turned and gazed at that sleeping Triton, that demi-god from the beach. He was on his back, one arm over his chest and the other resting across his forehead. From the thick, opulent mass of pubic hair at the base of his belly rose that magnificent cock, its pinkish-lavender head peeking from the partially retracted foreskin. It took immense will power on my part not to drop down on that wonder and suck it right then and there. After showering I padded to the kitchen, got the coffee maker going, made the toast and set the table. As I finished Aarman appeared. I noticed that his cock now hung down and swayed with his steps.
"Morning."
"Morning," I replied.
We sat down and consumed our breakfast.
"Quite a day yesterday," he mused.
"Mmmm," I answered in assent. "So how's my horny friend today," I asked, with a smirk.
Looking down at his crotch, he answered with a grin, "Relaxed," adding, "And, you?"
I glanced down at my cock, noticed that it was nearly completely erect and smiled, "Raring to go!"
"Damn! Now who's horny?" Saying that, Aarman quickly got up, walked around the table to me, grabbed my chair, turned it away from the table, scooped out a portion of honey, slathered it over my cock, anointed his own hole, straddled my lap, wrapped his arms `bout my neck and lowered himself onto my risen cock.
"Oh! My Gawd," I gasped as I felt my rampant rod enter his hot, muscled channel. There is something so lasciviously luxurious to feel that tightly, muscled ring slip down the rigid shaft.
I had never fucked a guy sitting on a dining room chair before. But as he bounced up and down on my cock, I quickly rose to the occasion and began to thrust back. It wasn't the most comfortable sex I have ever had. But, it was unique and strangely erotic in its own way.
After I climaxed, Aarman stood up, his hooded cock still soft swung in front of my face. I grabbed it and took it into my mouth as he was still astride my thighs and gave him one hell of a blow job right there in the dining alcove.
Later that afternoon, we partook of a wonderfully, leisurely coupling . . . a soixante neuf, par excellence!
"This week end has been more that I had hoped," he said quietly as he prepared to leave.
"More that I expected, too," I answered.
"Can we do it again?"
"Yes."
Chapter Five Coda
It's been a year since Aarman and I reconnected. It hasn't been easy, particularly when he was back in Chicago and I in Indy. We got lonesome, and the separation, for me at least was a time to consider. Consider what was happening and where we were headed. I guess part of my hesitancy, my indecisiveness was due to our first time together and the cause of that separation.
Aarman, quite professionally, during those times when we weren't in bed, pointed out that I would have to grow to trust him again. That can sometimes be a difficult row to hoe. But little by little, my trust in Aarman grew. I had wondered if it was the great sex that drew me to him. I had mentioned that to him. I mentioned that to him over the phone once.
"Sex is the mortar that binds bricks together to make up a building. When you look at a great structure, the mortar appears insignificant, but its value to the whole is incalculable." he said once, then added, "Are you willing to experiment next weekend?"
"Sure, as long as it isn't kinky," I answered with a chuckle.
"OK, we promise that when we are together . . . no sex!"
"You're kidding?"
"Nope."
That next weekend, the first couple of hours were hell! But, then by the time he got ready to leave for Chicago, I realized the efficacy of that difficult experiment.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure. What?" he asked.
"During this weekend have you to have sex with me?"
"All the time! Right now I want to throw your naked on the floor, suck your cock and fuck your ass like an animal!"
"Bye-bye," I said as I gently pushed him out the door.
Aarman moved in last week. We decided to vacation in Langkawi in celebration of our commitment. Somehow we were relaxed. Guess it was accepting and trusting. Our love making was still incredibly fulfilling and passionate, but not near as frenetic as it had been when we met on all those weekends. We know now that those times were spent trying to squeeze in as much sex as we could to last the week.
We were met at the airport by the hotel van and taken to the Berjaya. I had asked for the same chalet I had the last time. Aarman loved the view of the water from the surrounding forest. After supper, we retired, kissed, enfolded each other in our arms and fell to sleep. The next morning, after breakfast, Aarman and I picked up our box lunch, walked down to the dock and boarded the boat to our beach.
Twenty minutes later we rounded the promontory. There was our golden crescent of sand guarded by boulders!
"Will pick you up at 5:00," the boatman stated.
"OK, see you then."
As the boat pulled away, we walked to a shaded spot, deposited our lunch and back packs, stripped and walked leisurely into the water.
"At least now, you don't have to worry about the tide," I commented.
"Yeah. The boat sure is easier."
After swimming a bit, we laid out on our towels, held hands and fell asleep. We had not realized how tired we were from the long flight `til we woke up three hours later.
"I'm HUNGRY!" Aarman declared.
Chuckling, I replied, "You're always hungry!"
"Yeah, but now I'm hungry for food!"
The box lunch was ample and delicious. We had our fill, placed the empty containers back in their wraps, stowed them in our pack and stretched.
Aarman came up behind me, quickly wrapped his arms about me and cupped my cock and balls--all in one swift movement.
"Gotcha!" he said and continued, "Gonna have my way with you!"
Laughing, I replied, "Don't you always?"
I squirmed out of his grasp and the two of us wrestled on the warm sands of that golden crescent. Like two nude Greek Olympians we sought and advantage over the other there in the sunlight. Actually, we were pretty evenly matched.
We reached a stalemate with our arms around the other's waist and our faces inches from the other's crotch and the growing cocks. Think this must have been planned! I felt my cock being enveloped in Aarman's hot, moist mouth as his nosed was buried in my pubic bush. Not being far behind, I pushed Aarman's foreskin back with my lips as I descended his solid, pulsing shaft. Twisting my head from side to side, I ran my nose through that opulent dark patch of pubic hair. With my right hand, I cupped his firm ass cheek and forced him deeper into my throat! My left hand snaked under his thigh as my finger sought his pursed, tight pucker. He lifted his right leg to help me gain my goal. I pulled off his cock long enough to lube my finger with some saliva before I slid it into his quivering ass.
"MMMM!" he groaned, his mouth full of my cock!
For long minutes we sucked the hard cocks of each other, fondled hairy balls, tweaked nipples and fingered holes. Aarman finally pulled off my quaking cock, reached over cupped my face and pulled me away from his adamantine pole. Our lips were wet as they joined and our tongues probed, searching.
Pulling away, still clasping my face, Aarman stated, simply, "Fuck me, my love! Push your hard cock into me and fill me with your juice."
That being said, he laid on his back, drew a tube of K-Y from his pack, handed it to me and lifted his legs!
What was I to do?
Not taking my eyes from his, I moved into position, squeezed the slippery goo onto my fingers and slipped two into his waiting love channel. After the third finger had been inserted and the three worked in and out and around, I lubed my insistent cock, put his legs over my shoulders and slipped into his sensually delicious, quivering hole.
"Ahhhh!" he moaned with delight.
"Ahhhh!" I also moaned with delight as I felt that tight, ring muscle slide over my swollen cock head.
Slowly at first, I entered him then withdrew, only to push in farther on the nest thrust. Finally, I had buried the complete length of my cock in his luxurious hole.
Still, our eyes were locked on each other's.
In and out, in and out, in and out I set a gentle rhythm, a primordial cadence of elemental coupling.
"Oh, I love you Bob Cavanaugh," he moaned.
"And, I love you Aarman Wellington," came my simple reply.
As always happens, I began to increase the speed of my thrusting hips, my plunging cock. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper I went.
"Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" he moaned and he met my erotic impaling with counter moves.
"Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" I gasped as I felt his inner muscles contracting, caressing my shaft's length. I found myself shifting into unconscious overdrive as I raced up to that plateau of release. Suddenly, I shot over the edge into the abyss of cosmic release--brilliant flashes of light--uncontrolled spasms were unleashed--my chakra contracted as I released torrents of lustral fluid deep in his being.
"ARRGGGHHHH!" came my primordial bellow and I collapsed onto his torso, covering his face and neck with a thousand little kisses.
Minutes later, our panting had returned to some degree of normalcy. I braced myself, hands on either side of his chest and looked down into his lustrous eyes. I glanced down between our `V'ed' bodies and saw his rigid cock. Slowly I withdrew my softening love muscle and we both groaned at its exit. I was still in that warm, golden fog of release. Yet I knew that Aarman had given himself to me in love and his pleasure had been my pleasure.
Out of love for that man, I crawled beside him, on my hands and knees, reached over to pick up the K-Y, anointed my hole with two fingers, grasped his cock and slathered it with the lube.
"Fuck me, Aarman Wellington, fuck me NOW!"
His eyes widened in surprise and delight. Normally after we had reached our climax, we would fall into a short sated slumber. That was no longer needed. I rested there on my hands and knees waiting. I knew that position was especially erotic for Aarman, if I were on my back, or straddling his hips, or spooned with him behind me, his love making would invariable be slow and easy. But, whenever I got on my hands and knees, Aarman would take me rather forcefully, like some stallion.
For some reason, today, here, now, I wanted him to fuck me hard.
Quickly he positioned himself at my ass opening,, grasped my hips and slowly POPPED his helmeted cock head into my waiting hole.
"Ahhhh!" I gasped as his cock invaded me.
Slowly at first he began that primitive dance. I braced myself for what I knew was to come, what I wanted. Soon he was slamming, pistoning that iron man-rod into me with relentless passion and force. My head bobbed uncontrollably from the power of his thrusts.
"Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" he gasped with every inward thrust.
I felt his hands gripping my waist tighten, his gasps mounting in volume, this thrusting deeper and more insistent. He was coming to his release. Knowing this I tightened my fucked sphincter `bout his shaft. That was the erotic trigger! He SLAMMED one last time into me!
"OH! MY GAWD!" he bellowed and I felt my insides being flooded.
We collapsed, together onto the sandy golden crescent beach and drifted into a short sated sleep.
Aarman roused first and gently extracted his soft cock from my tender hole. I turned, took him in my arms and kissed him lovingly.
"Lets swim and clean off," he whispered.
"OK," was all I said.
We stood, walked hand in hand towards the soft surf.
"Look!" Aarman said, nodding to the nearby boulders.
I glanced in the direction he indicated, and there midst the smaller boulders at the edge stood a man in scarlet shorts, a young man! A Malay, brown skin, maybe 5'5" or so, black hair and a broad grin.
"Do you think he saw us?" I asked.
"Well, if he did, he obviously enjoyed!"
"Why do you say that?"
"Look at his shorts!"
I did, they were tented and then he slipped his hand into his waistband.
"Must have enjoyed it," I chuckled, "'Cause I sure did!"
"Me too!"
We walked into the low surf, hand in hand, waded out to our chests and cleansed ourselves.
"I think our friend is going to join us," Aarman stated.
I turned as the young man in the red shorts was wading into the water, not far from us, stopped at mid-calf, lowered his crimson shorts and began to jack himself off. All the time he was looking at us and smiling. Both Aarman and I stared in transfixed silence as we watched. Two or three minutes later we saw his body tense up, he speeded up his hand's motion, threw his head back, gasped and shot jet after jet of his opalescent cum into the waves. Then, he relaxed, bent over and washed his detumescent cock, pulled his shorts back up, smiled at us, threw us a kiss and walked back into the boulders, a wraith, an apparition.
We were incredulous.
"What was that all about?"
"I don't know!"
"Maybe it was some sort of blessing . . . ."
That afternoon, two men rode back to the resort in the motorboat, strangely silent. Both deep in thought.
We rode in the mini-bus to our chalet and walked down the short slope to the porch. There, by the front door was a bottle of champagne, tied with a bright bow. Nothing else. No card. Nothing! We were bewildered.
Turning we saw, across the narrow lane and up amidst the trees, our wraith in scarlet shorts.
He waved, again threw us a kiss and disappeared `midst the foliage.