Colin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is the end of Part I, Part II will soon follow. Comments and suggestions are welcome! Send responses to tfox2099@hotmail.com