Hurricane Warning

This story depicts graphic sex acts between consenting gay males. If gay sex offends you or is illegal at your locality, you'd better move on. Other wise, I hope you enjoy my story.

This is the final part of the story "Hurricane Warning." If you have not read parts 1 through 3, you might want to before continuing. I apologize for the illogical break between part 3 and 4 but that was the only point where it was possible.

I'd like to thank all the many men (and women!) who have sent me messages about the story. And to Dirk, I hope the silk boxer shorts are still as enticing as they were in the first part!

My characters always swallow cum freely and the only time rubbers are worn is if you expect some hunk to lick the cum off your cock after you fuck his legs off. In the real world, exercise caution; play safe and live long.

As always, I appreciate comments and story suggestions are always welcome. The greatest compliment I can receive is that my stories made you hard or made you want to pop a load.

Hurricane Warning - Part 4 Copyright c1999 by The Desert Rat

Without realizing it, I had my cock out and was stroking it at the remembrance of the sex that first weekend as I surveyed the inside of the fridge. My knob stung. I looked down at it and the ridge was red and inflamed from the work out William had given it that morning. I was glad Claire wouldn't be looking for sex when she got home and that she seldom joined me in the bathroom when I got ready for work. Hopefully, it wouldn't be noticed until it would heal. William was lucky having a foreskin to absorb the friction.

I had finally decided to ask William why he wasn't circumcised. It was mid afternoon on Sunday of that first weekend of our week together. We were in Brad's living room. I could tell William was getting restless because he was pacing and when he wasn't doing that, he was surfing through the TV channels. Brad had one of those digital satellite systems so William had a lot of channels to surf through. He was starting to make me nervous and I was wondering if this entire week together wasn't going to be a mistake. William got up and walked to the glass door overlooking the deck. "Hey, would you like to go out and catch some rays on the deck?" he asked.

"Sure buddy, that sounds great I'll go get my gym trunks," I said as William walk over to where I lay sprawled out in an oversized chair that would easily accommodate two people. He reached out for my hand and once I had extended it to him, he pulled me to my feet and took me in his arms kissing me with his tongue which seemed to be nudging my tonsils. It made me think he had other things in mind although according to the guidelines we had set, we weren't ready for sex for another two hours. My prick didn't know fuck all about any guidelines and it twitched and started filling with blood.

William broke the kiss. "I was thinking maybe we'd do it nekkid." William had a way of saying naked with a heavier Texas accent that was so throaty it was indecent sounding. I smiled at him and kissed him back as my answer. Neither of us ever sun bathed nude so I was a little concerned for a sun burn on our crotches and asses. That would for sure ruin the rest of the week. While William experimented with the sound system to get the outside speakers for the stereo working, I retrieved a couple of towels we could drape over us after a suitable length of time.

Brad's deck was cantilevered off the back of the house which was about ten feet above the sloping lot. The privacy was complete and unless someone was hovering in a helicopter, no one could see us. The day was hot as was typical for that time of year in Southern California. We choose one of the double chaise lounges and lay side by side. Laying naked outdoors and being next to William was such an erotic experience. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I discovered that his body hair reflected the sunlight and made his body seem to glow. His soft prick was laying across his honey colored bush. It looked so inviting but I had to wait. We had sworn we would be disciplined and spread the sex out and it was a violation to start too early. I sighed with my resolution to keep to the rules but again, my prick thought differently and started to get hard. I did my best to ignore it but soon, had to flip over on my belly to hide the obvious.

With the warmth of the sun and Kenny G's music wafting around me, I guess I dozed off because it seemed like far too soon, I felt William's hand on my ass and then he was covering me up. I turned my head and saw he was completely hard too. I rolled over and he laughed at my having a hard-on also.

"I'd like to have sex right out here in the open but I'm afraid we would get sun burned. As it is, your ass is a little pink. It's a good thing Claire won't be back for a few days. It would be very hard to explain!"

I got up and pulled William to his feet and lead him over to a canvas canopy on one end of the deck. In the center of the sheltered area was another large bed covered in canvas that matched the canopy and curtains that created a room that could become private by pulling the curtains closed. In the corners of the pavilion were clusters of palms. Just like the mirrored womb, this area also had a mountain of pillows. William, forever curious saw a switch and had to see what it turned on. We heard a mechanical whir and then suddenly the area was blanketed with a fine mist that was emanating from tubing and nozzles hidden under the canopy. William's body quivered and he bounced up and down. "Neat!" he said with a huge open mouthed grin. He pulled me down into the pile of pillows and then into his arms. He wasted no time sliding his tongue in my mouth.

We continued to kiss for a while and then William broke the kiss. We were both hard as steel. William smiled at me. A very small, almost a shadow of a smile and then he lowered his head and his eyes to where he was looking at my chest. Then with out raising his head, he looked up at me and gave me his shy little boy smile that told me something was about to be asked of me. I'd seen it at work a couple of times and that was always with women in the office. I wasn't certain he even knew he was doing it. Maybe it wasn't a practiced ploy but in reality, was his being shy about asking something. But it worked every time. It would this time too.

"Would you do something for me? You don't have to if you don't want to and I really won't mind if you don't. I know it is going to sound stupid but it's just something I've been thinking about all week."

"Sure, buddy, try me." I wasn't concerned and knew I could say yes without knowing the details. I knew William well enough to where I knew he would never ask me to do anything gross or demeaning.

"Well, you remember that first night?" he started out still giving me that shy smile. He was looking more at my chest than at me.

"I doubt I will ever forget it!"

"Well, you remember how you did me first and I just laid there?"

"Yeah?"

"Well," he looked away, "Will you suck me off just like that again? I don't want to do anything but lay here and enjoy it. Then I'll suck you off or you can fuck me but I just want it like that just this once."

I laughed lightly; he was such a sweetheart. "I can't think of anything I'd rather do!" His smile got bigger. I pushed him over on his back and straddled his hips leaning to where our hard cocks were pressed together and then kissed him deeply. Breaking the kiss, I moved down to suck his nipples a while making him squirm and sigh and then moved down between his legs and spread them. His cock was already rock hard but I wanted to prolong this for his pleasure as much as mine. I sucked his balls, those heavy globes that never got a fraction of the attention his cock did. It seemed fitting that a little appreciation for their important role in our sex was in order. After all, they were the vessels that held his nectar. As we always did, I alternated between them starting with the lower hanging right one and then moving to the left one. The feel of his course ball hair providing a different feel to my mouth than when his cock filled it. Yes, this act should be more a part of our sex. I'd have to remember to do it more often.

I moved to his prick, which was standing proudly off his belly as it always did. That time with Todd had been too drunken to know what it was like but William's cock seemed to be the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I wrapped my fist around him, tightening the loose skin on the solid shaft, pulling it upright and giving it a squeeze. A drop of his pre-cum seeped out. With the tip of my tongue I lightly licked it up. William's shaft jerked in my fist. I ran my tongue slowly around his knob. William responded with a deep inhale and slow exhale of breath. I opened my mouth and took half of him in. I know I could have taken it all but I rather liked seeing part of his shaft rising up from his thick bush as my tongue massaged his pole.

"Oh buddy, that is perfect. Suck me real slow. Let's see how long we can make this last." He propped himself up on the pillows and got comfortable like he was expecting this to take a while. I was more than willing to give him this. He was right, with the exception of that first night, our sex had always been mutual acts. I was surprised I hadn't thought about it but I hadn't been kidding him when I said it was the one thing I really did want to do. I started sucking him slowly, moving with just enough motion to keep from staying on one spot too long. Even when I took him all the way down my throat, it was slowly and the sensation of having his knob slide in my throat so slowly was thrilling to me.

Every once in a while, I'd pull off of him and work his balls over again. They were getting tighter but I could still get them in my mouth. William lay there silently watching me but periodically, a soft sigh or moan would come from him. Then I'd move back to his steadily dripping cock. I already had a deep fondness for this reaction. The flavor seemed to add something to the suck making it even more erotic. William and I were both heavy drippers. Mine was now making a wet spot on the towel I was laying on. We were doing our best to not damage anything and I had taken this precaution. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and lowered myself on him with no contact with his cock until it hit my throat and slid in.

"Oh yes!" William gasped out pushing his crotch against my mouth. "Juuussst like that!" I closed my mouth and slid out slowly, even the polish on his knob was slow and light of touch. "Man this is torture!"

I slid off him and smiled. "Slow enough for you?" I asked.

"Yes, now just lick me for a while." I did, from his tight balls up the base and shaft and then down the top side, wetting ever inch with spit from my watering mouth. Then back again. The pleasure on his face was an incredible sight. I was giving this to him, something that he had wanted but was afraid to ask of me. We were going to have to learn to not be afraid to ask things like this of each other. I went back to work on him. After a longer period of sucking slowly, he pulled out of my mouth. "I'm getting close. Can we make it last a while longer? Then I'll do you." I smiled my answer and worked the insides of his thighs over with my tongue and then his rippled belly and finally his chest before moving back down to his rod. That ever dripping and twitching pillar of flesh and blood that had brought out my deeply hidden desires.

I wasn't on him too long until he was squirming and I knew it was almost over. I slowed even more but he was too far gone to try to prolong it any more. He pulled me off him one last time. "Just lick me, see if you can make me cum that way." I started running my tongue over just his knob and that valley of skin inside the deep V under his knob. Ever so slowly but with constant light pressure. His squirming grew more pronounced and his body was tensing for longer periods. His body thrashed and the first spurt hit part in my mouth and part on my cheek. Holding his shaft in my fist, I took his knob in and just lapped at it while my hand felt the pulsing spasms that caused his jiz to shoot out filling my mouth with his warm creamy fluid. When the last spasm subsided, I licked him lightly probing the sensitive knob until he pulled me off him and into his arms.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" he said with that same little boy smile.

"Hey buddy, you're overreacting to this. Did you ever think maybe I might want to do that for you? Remember, I like sucking you. To make it a complete act or just me giving it to you isn't something you should be afraid to ask for! Come on buddy; tell me when you want something like this. If it isn't something I can do, I'll tell you but don't hold it inside. Okay?"

He smiled broadly and I could see he knew I was right. "How do you feel about a pink lace nightie?" Then he started laughing. I punched him. "Oh, you prefer a black one?" he said laughing more.

I pulled him in my arms and kissed him. My cock in contact with his reminded him it was my turn. He pushed me over on my back and licked his way down to my cock. His suck was almost a complete duplicate of mine. His mouth was so warm and felt so good on me. Just seeing his lips surround my cock reminded me of the wonder that we had brought this out in each other. Now, he was about to swallow my man juice just as I had taken his. I was more worked up than he was even though I hadn't been playing with myself while I sucked him. My sexual tension had built the entire time I had been on him and I don't think I lasted more than ten minutes. My orgasm was intense as I watched his mouth on me sucking my balls dry.

Afterward, we were holding each other as we always did. We rather liked this little pavilion. The music was nice and there was something enticing about being outside and being naked even though we had privacy. I was rubbing his balls when I noticed his limp cock with the foreskin covering part of his knob. I lifted it up and examined it. "Why aren't you circumcised?" I had asked.

"Well buddy, I didn't have a whole lot to say about it, now did I. I think it is possibly because we had an old country doctor and he must not have believed in it. Neither of my brothers or my father is either. To be honest, it wasn't until I was in high school that I even knew I was different. By that time I was at that age, you know when guys are still too uncertain about what is happening with their own bodies and no one ever said anything about it. When I was in college it was more noticeable and I became self conscious about it for a while and thought about having it done but just the thought of someone cutting my dick scared the shit out of me. Plus the girls I had sex with didn't mind it and Steph actually liked it. She said it was exotic to her. Eventually, I guess I just forgot about being uncut. What do you think about it?"

"It's part of you. I can't imagine you being any other way so I guess I'm okay with it. After all, it is your cock!"

"It's now yours too buddy, don't ever forget that." William was silent for a moment. "Chas, I've been thinking about something. I hope this doesn't sound gross to you. But I was thinking that your cum is actually part of your body and not a by-product. It's your living cells. I've swallowed it and digested it. It became part of my body. So in many respects, part of you lives as part of me. And that is also true for you. Part of me lives in you. Does that sound crazy?" He looked at me in a way that told me he wasn't joking about this.

"I'd never thought about but I guess you are right. I guess that makes us kind of bound to each other doesn't it? You know, like those ceremonies where people become blood brothers?"

"Yeah, sort of." I could hear relief in his voice that I hadn't laughed at what he was saying. I guessed that maybe he needed some reassurance that we would stay together. I hadn't thought there might be some need to assure him that once my sex life with my wife resumed, he wouldn't get left behind.

"William, I know we have avoided this but I'm always going to want you. We just have to be patient and take our time when we can get it."

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me gently. "I'll be waiting,"

Now, standing in my kitchen, I sighed deeply wondering just when that time would come again. I stuffed my cock back in my trunks and went to our bathroom to look for some ointment to start the healing process for my over used and very abused cock. I found some and applied it liberally hoping it wouldn't take too long before it was normal again. Even limp, the poor thing was puffy looking and one look at the knob was glaring evidence I had not been saintly this past week.

I went back into the bedroom and was going to change the sheets and wash the ones that were on the bed but I knew she would see through that. She knew at the very best I would just wash the ones that were on the bed and just put them back on to not have to bother with folding them. Whoa! Why would I wash the sheets anyway!?! She knew I wasn't big on housework. Why would I have changed them if not to hide something? Furthermore, why would I wash just the sheets and not the hamper full of my work clothes? I dashed to the bed and stripped the spread off and took a deep breath of the sheets. Claire had put fresh ones on just before we left for the airport. Good, they didn't smell freshly washed but they weren't wrinkled either. I was going to lie down for an hour or so before leaving for the airport. That would wrinkle them a little. Like all our sheets, these had flowers on them. Not really my taste but Claire liked them. I wondered what Claire would do if she saw the slick black Lycra sheets Brad had in his sex chamber. William and I had practically lived in that little room. With it even having a TV set, we had spent every evening in there even when we weren't having sex. We also ate in there while we watched TV.

Yesterday afternoon, I guess we were both feeling the pressure of knowing our time was almost over. It wasn't as if it were a death sentence or something as drastic but I had grown to enjoy being around him all the time. We had just finished a light lunch out on the deck and William was putting food away as I rinsed the dishes. When we finished, William guided me into the room we had grown so found of.

"You want to watch a video?" he had asked.

"You mean a movie? I had something else in mind," I said taking hold of his soft cock and giving it a pull.

"Yeah, so did I. I mean a porno. We have pretty much just taught each other about man sex. Maybe we should watch some pros at work and maybe learn something new."

I was surprised. I know he had asked that one time to have me suck him but was he trying to tell me he had become bored with our sex? Remembering my vow to be more open, I ventured forth. "William, you trying to tell me something buddy? If I'm not doing something right, tell me and we'll fix it. Just don't try to pull that nightie shit!"

He took me in his arms. "You do everything perfectly and I'm very happy and extremely satisfied with it. I just thought maybe there was something we hadn't thought of. After all, it was about a month ago that you had no idea how to suck a cock, right? And now you give the best head I've every had."

I smiled at the offhanded compliment and relaxed. "Yeah, you're right, I guess I'm just getting antsy." He knew what I meant. Neither of us had spoken about it. We had about twenty-four hours left and then we would be parting. I gave him a long kiss. "Okay, a vid but no popcorn! You want to nibble, you an nibble on me."

"I plan to," he said pushing me down on the bed. We kissed a short while feeling our cocks get harder and harder until they were stiff. We rolled apart and William scrambled down to look at the titles Brad had. The TV cabinet was built into the bed frame and the TV was about two feet above the surface of the bed. Under the TV was a VCR and under that a cabinet with doors that held the video tapes. Obviously the whole unit was built in place or else the room was built around it. Either way, I wondered what the workers thought of the set up. Any speculation on my part was interrupted by William.

"Ah ha!" William exclaimed. "Bradley left a vid in the unit. Let's see what kind of sex Brad likes."

"How would you know that from the tape?"

"Simple, you just look at where the tape stops. That's where the guy pops his nuts and is usually the spot he likes the best. Don't you do that with videos?"

"Yeah, I guess I did when I was single. We don't watch them and I don't own any or even rent them. Can't imagine even suggesting it to Claire."

"Yeah Steph and I did once and that was all. I've still got a few that I had from college. After it became evident I had taken Stephanie away from him, my room mate moved out and left some behind. Steph wouldn't move in with me and only slept there a couple of times a week. So I had time to play. I never minded it. I think it's a lot of BS about a guy's not supposed to jerk off. And some guys don't have any other choice." He sounded bitter and I wondered why he would have made that remark. He looked at me holding my eyes and then he got serious. "To be honest with you buddy, things between Stephanie and I hadn't been real good for some time now. She didn't want to come to California. Oh, she moved okay, too stubborn to admit she was having to do something she didn't want to do so she took it out on me. Not overtly but in subtle ways. Sex was the first thing. When she wanted it, it was great but when she didn't, but I had been persistent and she gave in, it was terrible. A corpse would be more responsive. The last time I initiated it had been so bad I had faked my orgasm when I realized I was going soft! From then on, it had to be her idea or it didn't happen. And it wasn't often it did happen. I started jerking off to find some kind of release. I was always up earlier than she was so I'd go in the guest room and do it in there before going out for my run. Since I do the laundry, I could hide hand towels under the bed and just keep putting them back when they were clean. I don't think she ever knew." Then he laughed. "How'd I get on that topic?! You're gonna have to stop me when I do that, look, I just about lost my hard-on! Now lets see what Brad likes."

We settled back on the mound of pillows and William used the remote to start the film. It started with a man sucking another man. The second it started, I recognized the black background and the slightly receding hairline of the man in the picture. It was Brad and it was filmed in this very room. "I don't think we should be watching this."

William was slower to recognize him. "Is that Brad?!"

"Yeah, I think so. I don't think we should be seeing this, after all, he is our boss."

"Ah come on, he won't know, we can rewind to where it started." William wrapped his fist around my shaft and gave it a pull. I reached for him also. I had to admit it was kind of thrilling watching Brad in action. I kind of felt like a voyeur since we knew him. As Brad worked the man's cock over, the camera panned up and down the man's body. I had been right about Brad's taste in men. This guy was a body builder and his muscles were so huge he looked deformed. It also made his cock look tiny sitting between a set of thighs that each looked to be bigger around than William's waist. We couldn't tell much about the cameraman but it was obviously a third man kneeling next to the two others.

Then Brad pulled off the guy. "I want to fuck you," he said. A deep voice responded that was okay with him. Brad reached over to the platform tables next to the bed and slid a drawer open, extracting a plastic squirt bottle.

Good ol' William, had to take a look. I was surprised the drawers had escaped his notice this long. He rolled over and pulled it open but shut it quickly. His eyes were opened wide and he looked to be shocked by what he had seen. "What is it?" I said leaning that way.

He pushed me back. "Don't look! You don't want to know!" He gave the table a quick nervous look like he was afraid something was about to spring out. With this distraction we had stopped watching the film for a few seconds. Brad had lubricated himself and was about to penetrate the man. "Would you look at that?! William exclaimed.

"Look at it? Buddy, I can't take my eyes off it." William reversed the tape to where Brad was lubricating himself. The camera zoomed in. "I didn't know men could be that large. He's bigger than both of us combined!"

"Well, I don't think I'd be THAT generous!" William snorted. I knew that was probably true but not by a whole lot. It had to be a foot long and as wide as a beer can but a lot more oval than William or I are. Even though it was obviously hard, it was so huge that it wasn't able to stand up like we did but only stood out in front of him.

"Where does he keep that thing hidden?" I wondered. I knew it would be impossible to look at him again without blushing. Brad lifted the man's legs to his shoulders and started the long slide in. The man shouted at the first probe as the fist sized cock head slid in. Slowly but relentlessly, more and more of Brad's oversized tool slid home. The recipient grunted and groaned. The guy with the camera handed something to the body builder who inhaled deeply from a small bottle. It seemed to lessen his groans.

We watched the entire fuck in silence not able to take our eyes away from the screen. We held each other's cock stroking them slowly. The amateur cameraman kept the camera moving and it was almost dizzying to see it pan and zoom too fast to really see much of what was going on. That added to the steady shaking as he stroked his own cock while filming. Once the initial shock of the size subsided, the body builder got into the fuck and seemed to be enjoying what seemed like it was going to split him open earlier. Brad came inside the guy first and then the body builder stroked himself off, blowing a respectable load on his smooth chest. Brad pulled out and his cock just hung limply between his legs and he turned to the cameraman and pushed him back on the bed. For a few seconds, the camera pointed at the ceiling but the movement was too fast to see anything of who it was. Brad slid over to where he now lay and started sucking the man's cock while the cameraman filmed himself being sucked. The second man had a well built body also although not as developed as the first. The jerking of the camera told us when the guy shot his spunk down Brad's throat. Brad raised up wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked at the camera. "Shut that thing off," he said and an instant later, there was nothing but static.

We lay there and continued to stroke each other. We were both wet and slick indicating we were excited by what we saw. We both were too shocked and possibly too embarrassed to speak at first. Finally William said, "Where do you think he meets these guys?"

"I don't know. Do you think he pays them?"

"All I can say is it would take a hell of a lot of money to get me to take that thing up my ass!"

I nodded my agreement. "Have you ever thought about a three way?"

"With Brad?!? No way!!"

"No! I mean with someone else. I don't think I could ever have sex with Brad even if we hadn't seen this. He is our boss and it wouldn't seem right. But you know, like maybe a three way with a stranger or your twin brother."

"You mean have sex with my own brother? Isn't that a little weird?" he asked doubtfully.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right but what about that guy at the gym? Danny was his name, wasn't it? And that guy at the store. It looks like there are lots of guys available without going to Brad or Billy Bob or whatever your twin's name is."

"It's just Bob, I'm Bill" he said with dignity. "My family never got into double names. We aren't THAT rednecked for god's sake! I don't know buddy, I might like to see you sucking some guy. In fact, I think I'd like that and I wouldn't mind you fucking someone." He let go of my meat and slid his hand between my legs and drug his middle finger up my crack until it reached my pucker. He pushed lightly. "But I am just rednecked enough to where this spot is mine. Mine and mine alone."

I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. I didn't want to risk upsetting him after our week had gone so well. I decided to go along with it. "Oh yeah? Maybe I need a little reminder of that."

He smiled at me and rolled over on me lifting my legs as he got up on his knees. At first, he didn't say anything but just kept looking into my eyes. His gaze never faltered. I felt his knob on my pucker and in one slow, smooth thrust, he slid all the way in. I let out a low moan. Then he said, "See how well that goes in? Doesn't that tell you it's mine?" He slid all the way out again and then all the way back in. I groaned again. He kissed me as he ground his hips into me. "See how well I fit in you? Doesn't that tell you something? Your ass is mine baby. Tell me I'm the only man that will ever know you like this." I wasn't able to answer because he slid his tongue in my mouth before I could. He started pumping slowly. His fist found my cock and he started stroking it. He broke the kiss long enough to tell me, "See how well your prick fits in my fist?" He squeezed me for emphasis and then kissed me some more.

Although his pumping was slow but steady, my balls already ached for a release. But William already knew me well enough to tell that. He let go of me and continued pumping. Between his kisses, he would stop and utter things like, "Yeah, we just fit together so well," or "Baby, this is my place," as he ground his hips against my ass. My hands played with his chest and biceps as he fucked me closer and closer to the edge. Once his own orgasm started to approach, he returned to my pole and started stroking it. A half dozen strokes and pumps later, we came. With William's first spasm, he grunted, "Sear it, swear it!" in my ear.

"Yeah buddy, It'll always be yours," I grunted back as my cum splashed on my belly and he ground his hips in me as his prick spewed inside me.

That had all happened only yesterday but it already seemed like it was ages ago. My body shuddered as I stood there looking at the bed I shared with my wife still remembering what it had been like sleeping with William all those nights. I reminded myself I'd just have to be patient. I walked through the house looking around to make sure I hadn't missed anything. The dishes in the dishwasher were clean but I ran the wash cycle again. I doubted she would remember what had been in there if I didn't have time to put them away before I left to pick her up. I usually put the dishes from the night before away in the morning while I was making coffee. It was one of the few things I did do around the house besides helping fold the clothes while we talked. We had set responsibilities. I did the yards, washed the cars, and fixed things. Claire cooked (unless it was on the barbecue grill and that was my area), cleaned the house and tended her flowers. I helped her a little and she helped me a little as we could. I wondered if I was free how William and I would divide up the work. William didn't seem to mind housework and had volunteered to clean at Brad's with no hesitation.

Well, everything was as ready here as I could make it. I looked at my watch and it wasn't 2:00PM yet so I still had three hours before I had to leave for the airport. I could sleep for a while and maybe jerk off if I could find some real slick fluid that would minimize the friction. William's fist had been unmerciful a short while ago.

I had woken up first. It was still early and I was a little groggy. We had been up so late last night. Just talking and holding each other more than anything else. William was at a slight angle to me with one arm over his head which seemed to be a normal position for him. From where I lay, I could see the loft of his body hair standing away from his body. The shape of his pecs with the little nipples peaking out of halo of bleached blond body hair caused my prick to harden even more than it already was. I ground my hips into the slick covering on the mattress. I rolled over on my side and gripped my poll squeezing it before giving it a few light strokes. I let go of my meat and moved my hand to his arm pit. That was an attraction I still couldn't explain. I took some of the dense mass of hair between my thumb and forefinger a rubbed it back and forth being careful not to awaken him. I still didn't understand why this hair was so soft and the rest of his body hair so springy and course. I raised up my own arm and ran my fingers through it but it didn't seem as fine or as soft. I moved my hand down to his chest and gently ran my fingers over it confirming the hair texture was more course. I raised up, propping myself up on my elbow and ran one finger down his belly and into his bush. His crotch hair was definitely the coarsest of all his body hair. From there, my finger's journey came to William's incredible cock. It wasn't exactly limp but it wasn't hard either. It looked like it had been hard only a few minutes earlier. I ran a fingertip over his knob. William slept on. I reached for my own rod and saw I had a large glob of my juice about to drip off my cock head. I retrieved it with my finger and licked it off. The taste made me want William's cum flooding my mouth again. I lifted his cock up. It was firm and heavy in my hand. I slid the foreskin back up on his knob. Since our discussion about his not being clipped, I became more fascinated with it. I did recall that Todd had been clipped but couldn't remember what it had been like sucking him although I knew I had.

I got up and carefully moved down to where I could get to his cock. I took it in my mouth deciding to see how long it would take for it to wake him up. Even soft it filled my mouth. Instead of sucking him, I just ran my tongue over his skin. A couple of minutes passed and then William shifted his weight. Still asleep, he lowered his arm and scratched his cheek. The sound of his heavy beard growth rubbing against his finger nails was audible. He shifted again and stretched. The windowless room was almost completely dark. The whir of the air conditioner cooling the room was the only sound. I heard a soft moan and then his prick stiffened quickly and soon was rigid telling me he was awake. He propped himself up and watched me sucking him. Remembering how much he had enjoyed that solo suck I had given him, I wanted to do it again so I could give him something special to tide him over until we could be together again. But after a minute or so more, he was pulling me up in his arms and kissing me. His beard stubble chaffed my lips. He spun me around and we sucked each other off. Nothing had been said until afterward when we were holding each other. William broke the silence. "I was going to bring you breakfast in bed this morning."

I laughed. "You did!"

"You know what I mean," he said pulling me closer to him. Then the moment we knew was going to come. "When were you planning on leaving?"

"I don't know, not for a while yet. Are you hungry? We can fix something," I said.

"No, if you don't mind, I'd just like to lay here and hold you." I nodded. I guess we dozed off because when I woke up, William was gone. My sticky prick told me that the suck hadn't been a dream. I got up and went looking for him. He was standing in the living room looking out at the city. He had on his cream colored boxer shorts. The shorts that now seemed to have been the key to opening this whole new world to us. We had talked about having sex while he wore them but somehow, we had never carried through with it.

"What are you doing?" I asked. He turned and looked at me.

"I was just trying to see if you could see our office building from here. I don't think you can." I knew he was lying. That he had the same thoughts I had. Today was the end of it. Our wonderful affair that had lived up to my promise and he hadn't shot a full load since that first night. Now his balls were so thoroughly drained after our sex that only a few short spurts ejected from the tip of the most perfect prick in the whole world. Or at least it was to me.

I took him in my arms grinding my almost hard cock into this silk covered crotch. I felt him stiffen. I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him, we both responded with growing urgency as our pricks stiffened more and deep sighs and whimpers wafted out of our open mouths and dancing tongues. I lead William back to the room. His prick now had the shorts tented and for the first time, I had seen what Stephanie had seen that afternoon she had bought them and asked him to model them. How could that stupid woman have ever denied this man anything? I knew her loss was my gain although I doubted she would ever know of either. I dropped to my knees and nuzzled his cock. My beard stubble catching on the fabric. I opened my mouth and took his knob, still encased in silk, inside. I licked him, wetting the silk and knowing it was going to be stained but he had no one now to have to hide it from. Maybe he would jack off some day looking at that stain and remembering what I had done.

William pulled me to my feet and then pulled me down on the bed. Soon, we were thrashing on the bed with William's cock and balls sticking out of the open fly of his shorts. I pulled William over on top of me cupping his ass cheeks through the soft silk. "William, fuck me, please." I didn't have to ask, it was my turn. After our initial weekend that had seen William getting fucked more than me, we had fallen into the routine of alternating who got fucked. We never spoke of it but it just seemed to work out that way. Just like mornings always seemed to find us sucking each other off. But now, I needed to have him in me. He seemed to understand my need. We continued kissing and worked each other up to the point where we were breathing deep and kissing longer as his finger probed my hole and my cock never breaking contact with his. I rolled him to his side and slid my leg up resting it on his side until my knee was almost in his armpit. This gave him free access to my hole and had our hard-ons still pressed together. His constant probing and my hard prick on the silk or on him was threatening to bring me off. I broke the kiss and rolled over on my back dragging William with me. As he lifted my legs, my heart was pounding harder than on that first night when he claimed my ass for himself. William leaned forward and kissed me. Then I felt the pressure of his knob. With one slow but steady push, he was all the way in. My groan was muffled by his mouth. William rotated his hips and started pumping. I was wrapped in ecstasy. As much as I had enjoyed fucking him, right now I needed the feeling of being stretched and filled with his big prick. William's pumping became steady and his loose balls were slapping my ass with each plunge of his large cock just as the soft silk caressed my ass. Soon we were both moaning and groaning with pleasure. As we neared our orgasm, he slowed his pace to prolong it a little longer until with a mighty shout that echoed off the walls, we came together and my jiz was jetting onto my belly as his exploding cock jerked within the confines of my fuck chute.

"Don't stop. I don't want it to end." I knew I was hoping that somehow William could fuck me into some parallel universe where I was free to be with him for the rest of my life. William didn't falter, I knew his cock was sensitive but he pumped on not showing any discomfort at all. His fist kept stroking me with the same steady pace. I blocked my own discomfort and concentrated on feeling his pole sliding in and out of me with his now tight balls briefly pressed into my ass before his cock slid out again. His pumping became more determined and forceful. My prick stung as the drying cum on my knob stuck to his fist and pulled at the tender skin on the down stroke. Each thrust of his hips landed with a slap on my ass and forced a grunt out of my throat. William's kisses stopped but our sweating faces were still pressed together. Finally, I came and William was just behind me.

Panting, William pulled out of me, lowered my legs and laid on top of me. My prick ached and found no comfort in the touch of the soft silk of his shorts. I wrapped my arms around his sweating body. We both just lay there panting and continuing to sweat. Finally William rolled off me and over on his back. I looked at us laying side by side in the mirrored ceiling. William reached over and took hold of my hand. I closed my eyes and must have dozed. I woke up when William got off the bed. I got up and followed him like a puppy dog afraid to loose its mother.

William pissed while I watched. His shorts were now totally beyond repair. A large blotch of my cum was on one side and on the other side was a long oval stain where William's prick had left it's mark. He finished and took me in his arms. "I think we had better clean up." I nodded silently. We had to return to the real world. My hopes of escaping this one had been dashed.

We stood in Brad's bathroom after showering. My prick was red and puffy looking. William noticed it. "I think it is probably good that we are going to have some time apart," he said. "It will give us some time to recharge our balls. I like it when you fill my mouth with your spunk." I knew he was looking for some way of making this easier.

"I guess we better start cleaning this place up. I wish we had thought to arrange a cleaning service. I'm not a real fan of housework."

William smiled at me. "You are in luck! I don't mind cleaning. I've got a service at the condo but that was more so that Steph wouldn't feel guilty, as if she would have, about me doing the work but in college, my roomie and I got along great because of it. He was a slob and I picked up after him. He always said I was going to make a great little housekeeper for some lucky girl. If he could only see me now," William laughed. "Not only am I great little cocksucker but I do floors and windows!"

"I'll help you clean and then maybe we'll have time for another round before I have to leave," I said.

"No you won't and that prick of yours looks like it is going to be out of commission for a few days. You get dressed and go home. You'll just make me nervous and I don't want your last thoughts about our little holiday to be of something unpleasant. Really, I don't mind and there is no one waiting for me at home. Brad doesn't get in until midnight and I can take my time." He leaned over and kissed my prick. "Kiss it and make it well," he said. "Now get dressed and get out of here."

I smiled at him. I knew he was right. I'd be totally useless and just be in his way. I dressed and then packed up my saving gear and dirty clothes. William's silk shorts were on the floor were he had taken them off when we showered. I picked them up and buried my face in them. They smelled like they had that first night in Miami. The cum had almost dried and had stained them along with my spit. My beard stubble had left a diagonal abrasion where I had mouthed his cock. I felt tears form in my eyes and wiped them with the silk. William stood there smiling at me. He took me in his arms. "If you weren't worried Claire would find them, you could take them with you," he said softly.

"No, you keep them but I want you wearing them the next time we have sex," I said pulling his mouth to mine. We kissed and maybe for the first time since we started having sex, my prick didn't respond. I was hoping it was just a defense mechanism of my body and not some other problem.

"Sure buddy, anything for you," he said picking up my suit and leading me to the front door. We kissed one last time. I felt like I was never going to see him again. I felt more tears in my eyes. William noticed and took me in his arms and held me tight.

"I told you Chas, I'll always be there for you. It isn't the end of the world buddy. I'll see you tomorrow and the day after that and again after that." He turned loose of me.

"It won't be the same," I said wiping my eyes. He kissed me again and then I knew I had to just do it. He walked me out to the car. Wearing only his gym trunks. He waved as I drove off and I got a brief glimpse of his pit hair.

The phone interrupted my thoughts. I figured it was whomever that called earlier or maybe it was William again. Maybe the spandex thing wasn't washable! I picked up the phone. It was Jim, my brother-in-law he had been trying to reach me on my cell phone. I started to tell him I had left it in my office but he cut me off and told me that Claire had been involved in a car accident. She was going from he folk's house to her sisters and they were going to take her to the airport. It was raining and the driver of an on-coming car had lost control of it and they collided head on. The only occupants were the two drivers and both had been killed instantly.

From that moment on, I couldn't tell you how I functioned. I remember calling the airline, getting a reservation for the next flight and then calling Jim back and telling him when I would arrive. Then I called William at his condo. It didn't seem appropriate that I call him at Brad's. I knew he wouldn't be home yet but I left a message briefly explaining what had happened. I couldn't face talking to him, I knew I feared I would hear some tone that meant he was happy this had happened. I remember packing a bag and walking out the kitchen door. Jean scurried up with a big smile on her face knowing Claire was coming home. I wasn't aware of actually saying any words but from the horrified look on Jean's face and the tears that were welling up in her eyes, I had to have told her. She backed away a few feet and then turned and ran back to her house. The next thing I was conscious of was being on the airplane. The flight attendant came around offering drinks. I accepted one. I could tell by the way she kept looking at me out of the corner of her eyes that she suspected something was wrong. I glanced down to verify I was clothed in suitable attire. All through the flight I would catch her looking at me like at any moment, she expected me to pull out an automatic weapon and kill everyone or at the very least take over the plane. As we disembarked, her smile was too big and the relief on her face was evident. I guessed that the moment I left the plane, I became someone else's problem.

Jim was waiting as promised. His eyes were rimmed in red and he hugged me holding me tight like it was more to comfort him than me. Then we were at my in-law's house. Tammy, Claire's sister, was sobbing in the bedroom that she and Claire had shared as girls. The reality of the situation hit home. I had killed my wife. My lust, my uncontrolled desire to be with William had killed Claire as surely as if I had put a gun to her head and pulled the trigger. I don't recall the words we used to comfort each other but slowly, the small house filled with people. I was talking to total strangers as they recounted remembrances of my wife as a baby then as a little girl and on into adulthood. I nodded and spoke only when forced to. As people started drifting away, I asked Jim if he could take me to a hotel or motel. He said I could stay with them but I couldn't sleep in the same room that Claire had slept in only a few nights before.

I wasn't aware of the night passing but the following day, we made the funeral arrangements. It was while I was standing in the funeral home talking to the counselor that I realized hadn't thought to bring a suit. It hardly seemed right I should bury my wife wearing a pair of Dockers and a sport shirt. I expressed my need to Jim who took me to a clothing store he used and bought a suit. Because of my broad shoulders and chest, I required a 44 long with an athletic cut and even then the pants always had to be remade to accommodate my 32" waist. The store could do the cuffs but didn't have time to send the pants out to be properly altered. I didn't care, a belt would hold them up and with the coat buttoned, the waist wouldn't be seen. It wouldn't matter one way or the other. If these people knew how guilty I was, what my clothing looked like would be the last thing on their minds.

Then there was the funeral. Jim and Tammy sat with me. Tammy held our hands. As I watched Claire's parents sobbing, I realized I hadn't shed a tear but the look on my face had to say something. People would just look at me a burst into tears. I felt it was because they could read my mind and knew my crime. When the funeral was over, I hugged Claire's parents who seemed much older now. Jim walked back with me to the car.

"I can't believe this happened. We had just talked to her a short while before. I'm sorry, Charlie, I know it is hard now but in time, it won't hurt as much. When my first wife died, I though it was the end of the world but things got better. Life isn't always kind." He hugged me again and I could hear him choking back a sob. Add one more life that I ruined. Obviously Claire's and her whole family had been affected. Thanks to me.

Everyone was meeting at Jim and Tammy's. I couldn't endure that. I had to get away before someone realized that I had killed Claire. "Jim, I'm going back to L.A. I can't stay here. I hope you understand. Will you tell everyone I'm sorry?"

Jim nodded slowly. "Remember Charlie, life does go on. You have to get over this. For Claire."

I nodded, we shook hands and hugged again. Then I was gone. The next thing I knew, I was at LAX. As I walked out of the terminal, I realized I didn't have any idea where I had parked. I leaned against a pillar and tried to recollect anything that would help me remember where I had parked. I finally decided to just walk every isle of every level. It would be minor punishment. After about a half hour, I was about to give up and call a taxi when I saw the tail end of a deep red Infinity. I punched the button on the little fob and saw the lights flash. Walking up to the car, I saw my suit was still in the back seat. My shock had been so deep I hadn't even noticed it. I tossed my overnight bag in the back and drove home.

The sight of the house was like a knife to my gut. I briefly thought about suicide but the thought of spending eternity in Hell any sooner than necessary wasn't appealing. Plus, it was suitable I should continue to suffer for the rest of my life. I parked the car and saw Jean sitting at her kitchen table. She had sent flowers. The whole arrangement was of Claire's favorite flowers. I was grateful the funeral home had mentioned flowers or I wouldn't have thought of it. Claire had always tended to that sort of thing.

I let myself in through the kitchen door. I expected Claire to walk in to greet me like she did every night when I got home from work but the house was empty, the silence was shouting my guilt. I knew I couldn't stay here. It was as if Claire's restless spirit was present and going to haunt me forever. I went back out through the kitchen door. I thought I should check on Jean. I could see her still sitting at her kitchen table; she was staring blankly at the wall. I rang the bell. Jean came to the door. Her face was sad but held the resignation of someone with years of dealing with pain. She knew it would pass.

I took my house key off my key ring and handed it to her. "Jean, I can't stay here. I'm going to be away for a few days. Would you watch the place and look after the plants? Thank you for the flowers, I'm sure Claire would have loved them." Jean swallowed hard and nodded.

I drove until I found a motel. The sun was just setting. The motel was next to the freeway in an area that was mainly commercial and a bit rundown. The motel got most of its business from truckers and people who had reasons not to want to be seen in better places. I didn't care if it was sleazy or not. I figured the car would be gone by morning but didn't care about that either. Next door was a liquor store. I bought two large bottles of gin. I hated gin. I checked in and told the man behind the desk I would be here a couple of days and didn't want to be disturbed by the maids. He silently nodded causing the ash to fall off the cigarette he had hanging from his mouth and accepted my credit card.

Once inside, I took my coat off and hung it on the back of the single straight back chair standing in the corner. I sat on the bed to call the office. The bed was lumpy. I talked to Mary and gave her the phone number for the motel and told her I could be reached here if needed. I thanked her for her condolences and the flowers the office had sent but I declined to talk to anyone else. I got drunk in the dark. The phone rang once, it was William. I told him I didn't want to talk and rudely hung up. I knew I was treating him unfairly but what could I say to him? I called the motel office and told them I didn't want to take any calls.

The next thing I knew, it was day light and then dark again and then I think day light again. I hadn't undressed and only got up to go to the toilet. I drank until I passed out and then when I woke up, I drank more until I passed out again. Then one day I heard a knock at the door. I ignored it. Then the knock was more insistent.

"Chas! It's William, open up." I ignored him hoping he would go away. The knock became pounding and William's voice became pleading. I could hear the panic in his voice. "For god's sake Chas, open the door!" I heard a strange voice confirm I was still inside and said he would get a pass key. I lay there staring at the ceiling. I heard the door open and closed my eyes hoping the men would just evaporate.

"Chas, are you okay? I'll get a doctor. You're going to be fine." He was almost hysterical.

"I'm all right, just go away and leave me alone."

I guess William must have noticed the gin bottles. "Christ Chas, what are you doing to yourself? Look at you! I'm getting you out of here. Come on." He pulled on my arm. I resisted. Finally he pulled me up to my feet. I swayed but he held me tight. I was horrified at his touch and tried to pull away but he must have thought I was falling because he held me tighter. He walked me out of the room and to his car. The desk clerk brought my coat.

"My car..."

"I'll have someone from the office come and get it and bring it to my place."

"Your place?"

"You're coming to my place."

I tried to pull away again. "NO! I can't. Stephanie..."

"Don't worry about her. You're coming with me."

I didn't argue. We arrived at the entrance gate to his complex. Stephanie's father had paid for a significant portion of the place to have his baby girl living in a suitable environment. The armed guard at the gate peered into the car. He recognized William and the car but the scruffy character beside him might have taken William hostage. He had his hand on the butt of his gun as he leaned a little closer looking for tell tale signs of a hidden gun. Satisfied, although probably more than a little disappointed, he pressed the button that set the heavy iron gate in motion.

William helped me out of the car lead me into the house and straight to the guest room. I was still unsteady on my feet. "You can sleep in here. I'll go get some of your clothes from your house. You're going to work on Monday. Once you've cleaned up, I'll fix you some food. When was the last time you ate?"

"I don't know, maybe Tuesday."

"Jesus Chas, you've done nothing but drink for the past three days!?! What's wrong with you?"

"Claire's dead." William blinked and just looked at me. I sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry Chas, I didn't think. I'll get you something to change into," he said softly.

I sat there staring at my feet until he came back. "Here, you can wear these until I get back. I've also brought you a razor and some shave cream. The bathroom is in there," he said motioning to the door in the corner of the room. Get undressed and take a shower and then I'll feed you before I go get your clothes."

I continued staring at my feet. I didn't want to undress in front of him. I looked up at him but couldn't handle the look of hurt on his face when he realized I wasn't going to undress as long as he was there. He silently walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. At least he didn't lock it. I stood up and caught sight of myself in the dresser mirror. No wonder he was in a panic. The pants were so baggy they were bunched up all the way around my waist. The shirt was wrinkled from having been slept in and I had a three day growth of beard.

The shower felt good and refreshed me. As I dried myself I made a startling discovery. Looking down at the towel in my hands, I laughed a dry bitter laugh. The one thing I hadn't thought of. Claire knew I liked a clean towel each time I showered and there was only one towel in the hamper at home. She undoubtedly would have noticed it and known I hadn't been home all week. All my careful plans and I over looked that one little thing. She had even washed the dirty towels before we left for the airport that morning and I had been too excited to remember it.

William knocked when he came to the door but I was already dressed. He sat a tray down on the small desk in the corner. It had a large bowl of soup and some buttered bread. "I'm going over to get you some clothes now. I called Grant and he is picking me up and I'll drive your car back from the motel. I'll also bring your brief case with me. Anything in particular you need me to get?" I shook my head as I gave him my keys.

"Jean, the woman next door has my house key. You'll have to get it from her to get in." William nodded and was gone.

The soup was good and almost made me feel human again. I took the tray back to the kitchen. As I walked through the house, I shivered. The furniture was austerely modern, which didn't seem to fit either William or Stephanie and gave the place a cold feel. Claire hated coming here because she had always said the combination of the furniture and Stephanie made her feel like the place was colder than a morgue. That reminder made me wince. For a brief instance, I wondered if the coldness I felt was Claire haunting me for what I had done to her. I wondered if she had been present in the room with William and I during that last morning of sex. Then I forced myself not to think about it knowing that Claire was here.

I rinsed off the bowl trying not to think of William rinsing the dishes. I knew I was going to have problems not thinking about what had happened between us but was determined that was now history. He would just have to move on. What I had done was bad enough but to now even think some day I could be a part of his life was crazy. I had to pay for what I had done and being denied the one thing that had made be send her away was a fitting punishment.

I went back to William's guest room. William showed up with a bag of my clothes and a few suits and shirts on hangers. "How are you felling?" he asked as he hung the stuff up and then put the other clothes in a little dresser opposite the bed.

"I'll be okay." I didn't really want to talk. I was terrified that he would say something about us or about my now being free to be with him. I had to avoid that at all cost. "If you don't mind, I think I'd like to get some sleep." It was Friday evening and I had no idea if I was going to be able to sleep away the next two days or if William was going to force me to talk about this.

William looked hurt by my sending him away. "Sure, I'll leave my bedroom door ajar if you need anything, just give me a shout or come on in," he tried to say nonchalantly but I could hear the hurt in his voice. He had to accept that what we had was now over. He couldn't possible think I could ever benefit in any way from Claire's death. Surely he realized I could never again feel the same way I had before. He had admitted his marriage was failing but mine was still solid and I still loved Claire or at least I had convinced myself I did but a part of me knew that the sexual side of our marriage was over.

He closed the door behind him and I sat there with my elbows resting on my thighs and my hands clasped together staring at the floor, desperately trying to keep a blank mind. I noticed my wedding band and realized it had been on the entire time I had been with William. It was such an intragal part of my life I never noticed it. At least it was on my left hand and everything I had done with William had been done with my right hand. I slid the ring off for the first time since Claire had placed it there. I didn't have the right to wear it. I got off the bed and went to the dresser William had put my clothes in. I opened the top drawer and dropped it in on top of the socks and undershorts William had just placed in it. I laid back on the bed and couldn't tell you how many hours passed with me just staring at the ceiling and trying not to think until sleep finally came.

The next morning William went out for a run after he had brought me some breakfast. I was in the kitchen rinsing the dishes when he got back. He stood next to me drinking a glass of water. His bare chest gleamed with sweat and I could smell his scent. My prick twitched. I wanted to run in terror. Subconsciously, I was still attached to this man. He had to know what he was doing to me. For a brief instant I wanted to hate him for doing this to me. I tried to blame him but he hadn't instigated it. It had been all my doing from that first night and then in planning the week together. I finished and wordlessly retreated to the bedroom.

I lay down on the bed with my eyes closed trying to deny my true feeling for the man. His bathroom was next to this room and I could hear the shower. I clinched my eyes tightly trying to block any image of the naked William from my mind but failed. Against my will, all the images of William and I in the shower returned. My prick was getting harder. I jumped up and ran to the shower standing under the coldest water possible until my prick softened. I came out of the bathroom toweling myself off. William was standing in the doorway. "I'm going into the office for a while. You want me to bring you anything?"

I shook my head and stood there with the towel draped in front of me. I saw his eyes drift to my crotch. I didn't want to do anything overtly pushing him away but I knew soon, we would have to have a talk. He had to be told that what we had was over. William left. I knew he was backlogged with having my work and his. I'd make that right on Monday if I could live through the weekend.

William rose to the occasion and allowed me to hide in the guest room most of the time. He brought me food on a tray and I immediately thought of him talking about bringing me breakfast in bed. I learned that when these thoughts of him arose, all I had to do was call up all my guilt and pain and it would quench the fire. Unfortunately it always left me in a state of turmoil but the guilt grief of loosing Claire deadened the grief of loosing William.

Monday morning I went to the office dreading the thought of having to talk to people as they expressed their condolences. I insisted on driving my own car so that I wouldn't have to talk to William or be close to him. I arrived at the office and one by one people came and said how sorry they were. It was well meaning but my guilt made it seem like each was another knife wound in my already brutalized mind. But I managed to get through it.

William had been assigned the cruise line account so I was spared the memories that would invoke. I poured myself into my work not stopping except to go to the bathroom and on those occasions, I made sure the adjoining door to William's office was locked. At lunch, William sent out for food for us and we sat in my office talking about work. By the end of the day, I was coping but my agony was still deep inside me. I stayed at work late hoping that William would be in bed by the time I got home.

When I arrived at the condo, I hadn't thought about the guards but once they saw the car, they opened the gate without questioning me. William had obviously told them I would be here for a while. I wondered how long "a while" was going to be. I knew I had to get away from him but I couldn't go back to Claire's and my house. I decided I would rent an apartment the following weekend.

I let myself in with the key he had given me. William had left a light on in the living room. I turned it off and went towards the room I was staying in. William's door was opposite mine, he had left it slightly ajar and the room was dark. Suddenly his bathroom light switched on and he was standing in front of his vanity. I could see his reflection in the mirror and even though he was twenty feet away, I could see his cock was hard and his torso was streaked with cum. I was horrified. I knew he had been stroking his meat and thinking about me. I let myself in my room as quietly as possible and undressed without turning the light on. I became paranoid about him fearing he would try to force sex on me and I locked the door. It wasn't until I was trying to go to sleep that I realized that four weeks ago this night, William and I had begun our affair. That memory was hard to shut out. I might have dozed off just as the sun was raising.

By the end of the week, I felt I was loosing my mind. I couldn't sit still and hadn't slept in days. As soon as I would drift off to sleep, I dreamed of William and I having sex. I'd force myself to wake up. Often, my prick was rigid but I wouldn't touch it. I knew there was no way I could even jerk off without thinking of him. There was no one I could turn to in order to bare my soul. William had suggested therapy but I rejected the idea. I couldn't admit to anyone the things I had done.

That Friday night, I lay in the bed doing my best not to think but memories flooded in. Memories of both my lives. I was being tortured. I got up and paced the room trying to clear my head. Without realizing what I was doing, I was standing at William's door. He had it slightly open as he always did. I could see he wasn't jerking off. He didn't see me and turned the light off. I pushed the door open.

"Chas? What's wrong buddy?" he asked. I walked to the bed and sat on the edge. He had the covers pulled up to his waist. I tried not to look at his chest. I was still convinced that Claire was watching me. "Chas? You okay?" I could hear the concern in his voice.

"I killed Claire," I choked out. "I wanted to be with you and I sent her off to die so I could be with you. I killed her."

"Chas! You can't possibly believe that buddy! Is that what this has been about? How could you even think anything like that? I didn't want Claire dead either but things happen to people. Sometimes bad things that we have no control over. Look, if you believe in a God that knows what is going on and pulls the strings, then He made that decision, not you. Maybe it was just her time. You can't continue to beat yourself up like this. You're killing yourself and me too. Buddy, I don't care if nothing ever happens between us again but I'm scared I'm loosing you. You're important to me." I could hear his voice crack with emotion. A giant sob escaped my lips and for the first time since Claire's death, I broke down and cried gasping sobs of pent up emotion that could no longer be contained. I don't remember William pulling me into his arms but I was laying on his chest crying my eyes out while he held me like he would a freighted child but he had his hips pulled back so I wouldn't feel the hard-on I was certain he had.

"And look what I've done to you too!" I wailed. "I brought you to this and then slammed the door in your face!"

"Chas, you didn't do anything to me that I didn't want to have done. I may not have known it at the time but I do now. Buddy, I don't know what happened. I don't know if it was the way the planets and the moon lined up or if it was Karma or fate or even God or maybe it was just Johnny Walker but we brought something out in each other we didn't know was there. I guess you could call it destiny. I don't know about you, but I can't turn back now."

I continued sobbing and I guess I cried myself to sleep. I woke up still laying on William's chest. The first thing I was aware of was the course texture of his body hair on my cheek as I snuggled against it. Then his scent rose up and filled my lungs. I became aware of the beat of his heart, the slow, steady rhythm of an athletes heart. I remember the conversation we had about our cum becoming part of each other's body and because of that, a little of each of was living in the other. I continued laying there listening and inhaling him, my arm was over his belly. The light from the guest room filtered in and created a little illumination. The bed covers were gone.

I moved my arm to my side and saw William had a hard-on. It was trapped between his belly and the waistband of his underwear. I lay there looking at it. How could I have imagined I could lead a double life? How long would it be before he got tired of sharing me and sought out someone else? Then I'd have to stand back and watch him develop a life with someone else when I wanted to be the one with him. The thought of loosing him caused my stomach to respond with a sharp pang. I'd have had no other option than to leave T&E. I knew that I would also resent Claire and my child for being in the way of my being with William. They would have no way of knowing what was going on inside me. The only thing they would have been guilty of was being part of my life before I came to grips with being gay. It would have been an intolerable situation all the way around and all of us would suffer for it. Of course William was right: Claire wasn't my victim but just an innocent bystander and an aspect of my life as it developed to this natural conclusion.

I reached down and slid my hand inside his underwear cupping his balls, pulling them out and hooking them under the waistband. His cock rose up off his belly. I pushed it upright with my thumb. It looked massive from where I was laying. I continued looking at it before moving. That familiar cock that I had sucked and been fucked by so many times. It had a nice length and thickness and was perfectly straight and veinless. The pale white shaft raising from the thick mass of his honey colored bush and topped by the fat dusky pink knob. It wasn't the biggest cock in the world but it looked perfect attached to his body. I remember that night when I had seen it hard for the first time. The night that lead to so many sexual acts with it being the center of my attention. I'm sorry Claire, I thought, but if you are here, this is the man you married. I lifted my head up and put my mouth over William's knob. William let out a deep sigh. I pulled off of him. "You're awake. Why didn't you say something?" I asked.

"Because I wasn't certain what you were going to do and I didn't want to put pressure on you."

I nodded and returned to his prick and started sucking it. He pulled me into a sixty-nine position with both of us stripping each other's undershorts off as we got in position. He started sucking me but I could tell he was holding back. I already knew him well enough to where I could tell that about him. Neither of us lasted very long and we came in only a couple of minutes. My orgasm was very intense since I hadn't cum in almost two weeks. The taste of William's cum was actually comforting. It seemed like everything was going to be okay now. He pulled me up into his arms. We were both still breathing deeply. I kissed him sliding my tongue in his mouth. He responded. I wrapped my fist around his damp but still hard cock. William wrapped his arms around me. We went back to sleep like that without saying anything.

I woke up laying on my belly. I was still naked. As usual, the pillow was gone and my head was laying on my forearm. I felt rested. I hadn't slept that well in two weeks. I looked up. William was laying on his side watching me. The bed covers were pulled up to his waist. "Good morning. What time is it?" I asked smiling at him.

"Good morning." He looked at the clock behind me. "About 10:00AM. How do you feel today?"

I smiled but didn't say anything. "Why are you covered up? What are you hiding? I reached over and pulled the cover off of him. He was hard, his rigid prick defying gravity was parallel with his body plane.

"I didn't know if last night was a fluke or how you'd feel this morning." He looked away as he said this but didn't cover himself back up. I rolled over and slid into his arms. He held me tightly. His body was warm and his prick pressed into mine. Yes, I thought, everything was going to be okay.

"I'm back buddy, if you'll still have me," I said. He held me tighter.

"Oh, Chas, of course I still want you!" he said with a distinct quiver in his voice.

"What would you have done if I hadn't come around?"

"I was giving thought to taking Danny's towel back to him and asking him if he wanted to get it cum stained. But Brad said to give you a while first."

"You talked to Brad?"

"Yeah, buddy, I had to talk to someone. It was killing me seeing you like that and I didn't know what to do. Talking to him wasn't so hard. Once you say the words, it is such a relief. Brad's a good man with a good heart. We talked a long time about it. I didn't tell him anything too personal but I think he had a good idea. I even told him about finding his little room but didn't tell him about the video."

We kissed. Slowly at first and then deeper with more passion. I felt like the act of being with him was healing my soul. I broke the kiss and looked at him. "Will you make love to me?"

He was silent for several seconds. "Why did you say that?"

"Because I want you to..."

"No, why did you ask me to make love to you instead of just asking me to fuck you?"

I kissed him. "Maybe because I've fallen in love with you." I could see his eyes glisten with tears.

"Ah Chas, I think I fell in love with you that first night! I knew I was going to divorce Stephanie even if she hadn't done it to me first." He kissed me deeply and then rolled me over on my back. He knelt between my legs. I reached over and squeezed his cock as he lifted my legs to his shoulders but instead of just letting them rest there, he pushed my legs forward holding my ass with his hands. He lowered his head and it became evident what he was going to do.

"You don't have to do that."

"Yes I do," he said as his tongue went to work. He tongued me for a minute or so. This was a first for me and like everything else about our sex, I knew what he had felt when I did it to him. He raised his head up and smiled at me before letting my legs rest on his shoulders. We weren't worked up to the point where we were both dripping so he had to use more spit for a lubricant. He applied it liberally to himself and then to me. His penetration was a little more painful than it usually had been but I welcomed the feeling. The fuck was slower than he ever had fucked me before. His kisses were equally as slow and deep. Even his fist was stroking me slower. Our kisses were broken by long moments of just looking into each other's eyes. This was our first sex as acknowledged lovers. He kissed me again breaking the kiss as he neared his orgasm and moved his mouth to my ear. As we came, he whispered, "I love you Charles Tate."

We lay there trying to recover. My cum was soaking into my chest hair. William licked up the cum he could reach but didn't want to pull out to get the rest of it. I knew there would be more later. As soon as normal breathing returned to him, he said, "Sorry, I didn't put the silk shorts on. I know you said you wanted me wearing them the next time we had sex. I was afraid you'd not want sex this morning and if you saw me in them, you'd be hurt."

"That's okay buddy."

Then he looked me in the eye and asked "Chas, will you be my partner? Will you live with me as my lover?" I looked at him for a short while. "You have to think about it!?!" he asked.

"No, I'm just not certain if I'm supposed to say "I will" or "I do"!"

He laughed with tears in his eyes. "How about just saying, "Yes.""

"Yes!"

It took time but I never slept in the guest room again. There were a few bad days when the old feelings came back but William was patient and let me deal with my emotions but he was always there for me when I needed him.

William and I decide that since we were starting our lives fresh, we needed to find a home that was ours and not a hold over from our previous lives. With time, most of my clothes had already gone to William's. With William and Stephanie not competing for closet space, William had a closet to himself. I had the other one.

The pain was still too fresh for me to completely clean out Claire's and my house. I packed up what little of my things and papers that were still there. Jean offered to clear out the furniture. She didn't seem to think it odd I didn't want it. She gave the furniture and Claire's clothes to a battered women's project she did volunteer work for and gave me a small box of things she said I probably would want. I retrieved my wedding ring and slipped it in the box and retied the string without looking at the contents. I still haven't and don't know if I ever will.

The house sold quickly. I was shocked when the agent told me how much it would sell for. The day of the final walk through, I had gone along with my agent. I hadn't yet met the buyers. They were a young couple with a daughter that looked to be about five years old. Jean was sitting on the porch steps talking to her. Jean looked happy and that made me glad I had given them such a good deal so they could afford it. Maybe it was a way of redeeming my soul or maybe it was just a way of saving the house Claire loved. The house was in a good neighborhood close to down town. Claire and I had bought it for that reason. The past year had seen two of the homes sell and the new owners tore them down and built hideously large mansions on the spacious lots. We had talked about selling because we felt it ruined the homey feel of the street. But the improvements we had done enlarging the master bathroom and putting in a new kitchen made us stay. The young couple had their arms wrapped around each other and were smiling at Jean and their daughter talking about baking cookies. Jean had already volunteered to watch her after school. I gave my seal of approval to the slightly doubtful parents who nodded promising to consider it but I knew once they got to know Jean, they would allow it.

I walked away sadly remember the way Claire and I had felt when we first saw the house. I got back to William's condo and silently held him for a few minutes before retreating to the guest room for a short while of solitude. William knew why and didn't intrude.

William's condo didn't sell as quickly. The condo market wasn't all that great and his was in an ultra secure and exclusive complex where the units sold for more than comparable single family homes. He wound up leasing it to a closeted actor and his new gay lover who used it as their love nest and relished the privacy.

William and I found our dream home. We didn't even have to look. We knew the place before we knew we could have it. It was Brad's house. We even got the spandex sheets. Brad fell in love with a German guy with platinum blond hair he met in Hollywood one night who loved the beach so they bought a Malibu Beach house. Brad hated it but Dolf loved it and Brad loved Dolf.

William and I eventually came out at the office. There was no reason not to. One morning we were in the coffee room when Mary walked in. I had my hand on William's shoulder. It was innocent enough but I jerked my hand away. Mary frowned, sat her cup down and put my hand back on William's shoulder and said, "Fer Cris' sake, it isn't like everybody doesn't already know!" She then filled her cup, kissed each of us on the cheek and then walked out. William and I just stared at each other in stunned silence.

We also became junior partners in T&E. Ken and Brad allowed us to buy in and the agency became Tompson Elliot and Associates.

Ken Elliot's third marriage failed shortly after the "hornymoon" ended and at the office Christmas party that year, he said he had sworn off women and might even give men a shot. It was little wonder when he could see how William and I along with Brad and Dolf were so obviously in love. He was seen leaving with one of the creative staff. A male.

And I suppose you might want to know what happened to Stephanie. She became reunited and later married her childhood sweetheart who still worshipped the ground she walked on. That suited Stephanie perfectly and even Daddy Dearest was heard to grunt his approval.

So that is my story. William and I just celebrated our first anniversary. We chose the anniversary of that first night in Miami as the day. We didn't know what was traditional for male couples but that seemed right for us. To celebrate, we returned to the hotel in Miami and requested the same room. We were going to recreate that night but after a year of hot blooded sex, it was impossible to be as reserved as we had been that first night and soon it was our usual free for all. But I did get a real charge out of watching William stroking his cock from the bathroom. As an anniversary gift, I gave William a pair of cream colored silk boxers, the old pair had long ago fallen apart. I still have the old pair. For sentimental reason!

The end. (Really!)