"Independence Day"
A Love Story
written by
Babykake
Copyright 1999 babykake-usa.com
Disclaimer: All characters in the story are fictional, they exist in my mind and in everyone's mind that reads this story. Any resemblance between the characters of this story and real life people are completely coincidental.
Chapter one
As the sun settled in the west with a burning glow of red shining on the clouds with shades of orange and yellow, the Pacific Ocean looking out at Goat Rock was an unsettling mirror image of the sky's beauty. Tom sat on the beach, arms around his knee's taking in the beauty of the Sunset. With gulls flying and swooping down to grab a fish, the surf gently lapping at his toes, occasionally splashing up to tickle his balls and soaking his nylon shorts. Tom was happy and proud of his body.Being 34 years old, standing 6'2", and weighing in at 205 lbs., he knew he could walk into any bar and take home any man he wanted, but he didn't want just any man, he was in love with Paul, and only Paul would suffice his desires.
Tom and Paul have been friends since childhood when they lived two doors down from each other. They did everything together, they learned to swim together, played hooky together, got drunk for the first time together, and even lost their virginity on a double date with Nancy and Susan, the twins from there Sophomore Class in High School. Tom had even moved in with Paul and his parents when Tom's parents were killed in an auto accident his Junior year of High School. They were inseparable until... Paul asked Tom to be his Best Man at his wedding. Tom never could tell Paul he was gay, Paul always made fun of "queers", so Tom was never comfortable in opening up to his life long friend about his life, or his feelings.
Sitting on the Beach he kept trying to figure out how to tell Paul his feelings for him, and even should he? Why should he ruin a life long friendship over a libido that doesn't seem to want to listen to reason. Tom had a week before the Bachelors Party and 8 days before the wedding, and decides he doesn't have to come up with any answers right away, but soon. Standing up, stretching his perfect body in the breeze, brushing the sand off his shorts, he continues his daily run of 2 miles before heading home. Oblivious to the fact that he was not alone, for above him on the cliff was a lone figure staring at the partially naked man as he ran with his hair flowing behind him, it was Paul.
Paul stood at the edge of the cliff looking at his friend run, "God he is Beautiful." he said. Paul was all to familiar with the stirring in his groin, the beginning of another erection, just another in a long line of erections and fantasies where Tom was the main attraction. As Tom went out of sight, Paul stood on the cliff, looking out into the sunset, asking himself just what was he doing to his life by marrying Doreen. Doreen was a great lady, a bit of a bitch when she wanted too be, but very caring, and loving to the people closest to her. She had a fantastic body, but not what Paul wanted, he knew what he wanted, he wanted Tom, and only Tom. With the wedding only days away, Paul kicks himself for asking Doreen to take him back after they argued and broke up 6 weeks ago.
Paul never considered himself gay, in fact just the opposite, but there was something different about Tom, maybe it was his long Blond hair, or his Sapphire Blue Eyes, maybe it was his perfectly formed Adonis Body, or maybe, as he chuckles to himself, it was his 9" manhood. He laughs at himself as he just accepts the fact they have known each other since before Grade School. "But what about Doreen? What am I going to do?" He mumbles to himself as he kicks a stone around to cliff. He walks around with his hands plunged deep into his pants pockets, like an adolescent sulking because he is grounded and wanted to go to the park.
Fumbling through his mind he starts to realize the feelings he has between Tom and Doreen are alike in some ways, but different in others, especially in the most important way of gender. Doreen was a lot of fun, (as is Tom) outgoing personality, (as is Tom) athletic, energetic, and a great Body, all
like Tom. But Doreen liked playing the stereotypical Valley Girl to get her way. That was the biggest gripe Paul had, Doreen was a woman, Tom...a man, and oh what a man. From head to toe, bronzed, with long blond hair that came down below his shoulder blades, a chiseled face that could melt solid lava with a smile, sparkling blue sapphire eyes that made the oceans of the world green with envy, a V-shaped torso topped off with a pair of shoulders that looked big enough to carry the problems of the World, and still have room for more. His Chest was a pair of perfect pectoral muscles with two nipples the size of quarters. A slight growth of the most transparent hair spanning from nipple to nipple, so faint if you weren't looking for it, you'd miss it. A rippled stomach that made the Greek Statues envious of their perfection. Tom often wore skimpy shorts that allowed the view of his sculptured legs, topped off with a perfectly shaped pear ass.
Paul never would forget the first time he knew he had feelings for Tom. They had been nude sunbathing on the 4th of July last year, Tom hadn't been out much to do any tanning so his ass was royally burnt, not to mention the rest of his body. Paul was the only one around that Tom trusted to apply lotion to the tender area. Paul took great care in applying the lotion to the tender area as not to give Tom anymore unnecessary pain than what he was already in.
Paul took the lotion in hand to warm the cold moisture and started to move his hands around the Rock Solid shoulders, being ever so careful not to apply any unnecessary pressure to cause anymore discomfort. Working down his back he stopped just before the top of his ass. Paul moved down to his ankles and works his way up his legs, massaging the tight muscles and working in the lotion. Paul gets a little daring, and tickles the hair of Tom's nuts that were barely visible as he laid there on the bed, totally vulnerable, and full of goose bumps from the tickle of hairs on his sack. Paul took a deep breath and warmed more lotion and went to work on his friends ass. Exploring the crevice of his pear shaped ass, and getting a roaring hard-on from the content. He worried about Tom seeing his erection and getting the wrong impression. Paul made sure there was no area untouched with lotion by the time he was finished.
That was last year, and Paul still got aroused when thinking of that Independence Day. But Paul couldn't think about that now, now there was Doreen, and a Wedding in 8 days. Solemnly he shuffles back to his car and decides to go to Tom's house to wait until he got home. Driving back into Oakland, he stops and picks up some beer and pizza, knowing Tom would be ready to eat after he got home.
As Paul sat in his car, parked in Tom's driveway, he couldn't get last year out of his mind. Tom's ass, red and sore as it was, was still an arousing site and he so wanted to kiss and lick the sunburned ass to make it feel better. Of course, Paul started to get aroused and in the semi-privacy of his car, started to massage his rapidly growing member through his denim cutoffs. He fantasized about what it might feel like to penetrate his friends ass, to reach around his friends body and tweak his quarter sized nipples, slowly stroke his solid abdomen, nibble on his ear, and ever so slowly stroke his blood engorged manhood to the rhythm of his penetration. "Oh, Tom." Paul moans as he tweaks his own erect nipple and flicks the underside of the head on his own erection, now sticking out the bottom of his pant leg.
"Hey Dude!" Tom exclaims, while leaning in the drivers side window of Paul's car, "There will be plenty of time for that on your honeymoon!"
Paul turned beet red with embarrassment, "yeh, I guess you're right. You hungry? I got beer and pizza."
Tom exclaims, "That sounds great! Come on in and we'll have a beer as I take a shower."
Paul carefully rearranges himself and pulls his body out of the car, grabs the beer and pizza and follows his friends practically nude form into the house. Tom opens the door and lends a hand to carry in the armload that Paul is struggling not to drop. They take the beer and pizza and head into the kitchen. Grabbing two beers and throwing one to Paul. Tom takes his beer and rubs it across his bare chest, causing his nipples to get aroused.
"Wow!" Tom examines, "That feels good. Bring your beer into the bedroom and we can talk as I get ready to take a shower."
"Sure!" Paul says, hoping he didn't sound to eager the way he said it, but soon wasn't worried about anything for the view of Tom's Pear shaped ass going down the hallway only covered by the sweat soaked nylon shorts.
The Bedroom is large with a four poster 17th Century style English Bed complete with canopy and white Chiffon curtains taking command of the middle of the room. At the foot of the Bed sat an overstuffed love seat with a perfect view of the bathroom and a direct view of the large multi head shower.
Paul and Tom make small talk about each of their days as Tom's finishes off his beer while siting on the opposite side arm of the love seat they are sitting in, Tom's puts his foot up on the seat to unlace his shoe, not realizing that his movement has inadvertently shifted his shorts and his manhood slips out in perfect view of Paul. Paul is completely mesmerized by the site, and wonders if he did it on purpose.
Tom being oblivious to what has captured his friends attention stops talking and wonders what wrong. "What's up Paul?" Tom asks as he takes off the other shoe, covering up the view of his meat. Paul realizes what he was doing and turns away and slams the last of his beer.
"Nothings wrong, just lost in thought I guess." Paul is so ashamed of himself for what he is doing with his life by marrying Doreen, he can hardly stop from crying.
"O.K." Tom says as he starts to walk to the shower he feels the pinching of the nylon shorts on both side of his dick. Was Paul really staring at his meat? Tom asks himself. Well lets just find out. As he enters the bathroom, he decides to put on a little show. Looking at himself in the wall to wall mirror admiring himself. He rubs his hands slowly over his taught athletic body slowly and completely enjoying the feeling he is giving himself. He rubs his hands over his stomach and slow down to his shorts, grabbing the waistband carefully, purposely, like a stripper on stand pulls down the waistband exposing the ripe ass to Paul's view. He kicks the shorts behind him noticing they land near the love seat and enters the shower, and turns on the water.
Paul was still sitting on the love seat, glued in place,for he wouldn't have missed that for anything. Then a fleeting thought crossed his mind, "was that a show for my benefit?" Paul dismisses it and pulls his hand away from his own raging manhood which has by now covered his leg with a steady flow of pre-cum. Once the water started to steam up the shower, Paul leaps to his feet and grabs Tom's sweaty shorts and brings them to his nose.
"Oh," Paul sighs as he breaths in the aroma of the nylon shorts in which he held to his face, breathing in the musk of sweat and the hint of cologne. Paul's own erection aches with the desire and need for release, and ache that Paul has never felt to such magnitude. His manhood is larger than he has ever seen it grow before. "Oh God! Paul moans,
" I think I.... I think I'm gonna...." BEEP!!! BEEP!!! BEEP!!!
"SHIT!!!" Paul moans, "Damn beeper!" He picks up the obnoxious little box and looks at the number. "Damn-it Doreen!"
Tom hears Paul in the Bedroom and calls out from the shower, "What's up?"
Paul goes to the bathroom door, "It's Doreen, she paged me, I'm gonna use the phone in the living room. O.K.?
"Sure," Tom calls out over the spray of water, "take your time."
Paul stand in the shower inhaling the aroma of sweat and soap mixed in with fresh skin, then heads to the living room to call Doreen.
Paul takes this time of privacy to enjoy a little fantasy of his own. A fantasy of his studly friend. With his strong Latin Heritage that gave him a beautiful skin tone, to his jet black hair, his dark and mystical almost infinitely deep brown eyes that twinkle and bring his face to life. With just the right amount of fur covering his chest and a thin trail of hair following his washboard stomach below his waistband that gives one the invitation like a treasure map to go digging. Then there is the Treasure, a 10 inch sword that could take care of any ones needs, especially his own. By now with the events of the show and the thought of his friends hard manhood in the car that Tom shot volley after Volley of cum, splattering across the shower and landing on the wall opposite to him.
While in the living room Paul calls Doreen;
"Hello." Doreen's voice come through the phone.
"Hi, it's Paul, you rang?"
"Just WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!!!! We had a 4:30 appointment with the Minister to finalize the wedding plans and you knew about it and there is no excuse unless you are dead or worse! You stood me up! Now just WHAT do have to say for yourself!!!"
Paul grits his teeth and counts to ten before he blows up at her for her attitude.
"Just where are you anyways? She demands.
Paul says with as much restraint as he can muster, "I'm___at___Tom's."
"Oh, you're at your good buddy Tom's! What'cha doing, drinking beer and eating pizza no doubt!"
Paul takes a long and deep breath, the hairs on the back of his head stand on end, "We are not married yet! I don't appreciate your tone of voice or attitude. If you like, I will call the Minister tomorrow and reschedule the meeting."
There was a long silence and finally Doreen quietly and shakily starts talking, "Oh Tom, I...I'm so sorry," she whines, "I'm just all stressed out, there's so many things going wrong the the wedding plans, I just don't know what more I can handle."
Paul asks, "What's wrong now." He immediately make a face of excruciating pain as Doreen goes into this long list of inconsequential dribble of minor plan snafu's. As Doreen is droning on Paul hears the shower turn off. "Hey Dor, where you at, I'll come pick you up as soon as possible?" He gets her local, hangs up and rushes back to the bedroom so not to miss the site of Tom coming out of the shower, wet and Nude. He arrives in front of the love seat just in time to see Tom stepping out of the shower, wet, naked, and with a semi hard-on. Tom see's Paul, and they stare at each other, while there own manhood start growing. Paul can't come to words for Tom's Naked Beauty. They both stand there when Paul finally breaks the silence.
"Uh....th...that....w...was...D...Doreen, I'm gonna have to take a rain check on the pizza." Paul stammers as he continues to stare at Tom's now erect manhood topped off with a patch of sandy brown hair.
"O.K." Tom says while his eyes are glued to Paul's now erect meat sticking out the bottom of Paul's frayed cutoffs, noticing a steady stream of pre-cum flowing down his leg. "Sure, no problem on the rain check."
They stand there staring at each other for an uncomfortable time of silence. Paul finally breaks the silence and stammers a farewell, while turning around to leave he practically falls over himself trying to take a step. Paul hurries out to pick up Doreen leaving Tom standing in the bed room in a complete daze, asking himself what the hell happened just now. Paul saunters out to the kitchen still naked and wet from the shower, grabs a beer and heads back to the bedroom. As Tom walks past the light of the hallway, the moisture on his body is illuminated like thousands of iridescent jewels shimmering with every movement of his muscles. Back in the bedroom, he stands there and asks himself, just what the hell happened hear? I got hard at the site of Paul's hard-on, but why was Paul hard? Did he get hard from the site of me, or was it the conversation with Doreen?
But...it seemed like he got bigger the longer we stood there staring at each other. Was his friend actually gay after all these years of ridicule for fags? Tom throws his naked wet body on the love seat and drinks his beer, puts the can on the floor and puts his legs across the opposite arm of the love seat, and contemplates the events of the evening concerning his best friend, and drifts off into an unrestful sleep, plagued with dreams of the events of the night. Dreams filled with the daydreams and fantasies of his best friend, dreams filled with every desire he has ever had for the man he has known for so many years.
Later that night, Paul and Doreen are in bed. Paul laid there wide awake with Doreen blessedly asleep. For the first time in Paul's life he was unable to make love to anyone. He laid there and tried to figure it out. He got hard at the sight of Tom in the nude, but couldn't make love to Doreen even with the memories of the evening fresh in his mind. Paul realized he was hard now, but he couldn't get hard earlier with Doreen. He decides to enjoy a little privacy and stroke his manhood while remembering the events of that night. So slowly he strokes his meat visualizing the show that he saw earlier. Fantasizing about walking up to Tom in the shower and slowly licking him from head to toe, then guiding Tom's beautiful ass onto his 10 inches of throbbing, coursing manhood.
Paul's body starts to quake, and his purple headed sword starts exploding with eruption after eruption. The first one landing on the wall behind the bed, the second, landing on his lips, the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth volley landing on his chest. Paul licks his lips and wonders if Tom's juices taste as good. He wipes off his stomach and licks his hand clean, not getting enough of his first taste of his own juices, let alone a mans juice. Tom roles over in bed, satisfied yet confused, asking himself the same question over and over in his mind, "am I gay?"