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Thirty-Nine on the Beach
Please be of legal age in your locale to read this story. There will be sex. Sex between two men. Perhaps sex between three men and water sports. Please this is set in the future once HIV has been eliminated as a threat, for now please remember that you need to be careful; U=U is useful but being undetectable is often quoted by men that really have no idea if they are, if they missed too many doses or another issue caused their virus to spike. Prep is helpful and may be a major help to all gay men if used properly and monitored as required. Enough of the lecture, be careful and have fun.
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I was feeling so natural with Tomas that I didn't bother to stop to get my clothes as we walked from the shower, where I had drenched Tomas, to get my son. The door one room down on the opposite side from where Tomas and I had spent the night was open showing a den where Javier had been spending the last few years. There wasn't much visible other than a few hand powered items and a bicycle. With all of San Diego and Tijuana to pull from I think I would have decorated my nest with some nicer items, definitely including a better mattress and cleaner linens.
"Jude, are you awake?"
"Yes. Where are the toilets?" He didn't really sound like he had taken his head off the pillow but I waited in the hallway for him to unlock his door. Most mornings he had been up prior to me but there were those typical teen days where getting him out of bed was a chore for three people..
"We need to go down one story. The water doesn't work up here." Jude stumbled out of his room rubbing his eyes and yawning. Like me he didn't bother to get dressed, it flashed in front of me that I was going to need to start being more protective of his body and perhaps start enforcing a clothing requirement not only for myself but for everyone else. There was a stranger among us again, who knew if he might be interested in a young boy and if he was there was no reason to tempt him. Looking at my son I could understand why men were attracted to boys that age.
"Dad, its been a long time, since you were first training Deuce, that you allowed me to piss on one of the guys. Tomas smells like you have been pissing on him all morning, can I piss on him too?" Jude had pissed on two people that I knew about, Deuce and me, would he have told me if he had been pissing on anyone else? We had both shot a load when he sprayed our cock and balls. I didn't know what to think about allowing him to piss on Tomas, the boy would think that I wasn't in love with him the way he thought he was with me if I did, that might be a good idea.
"Tomas? Are you ready for my son to piss on your dick and balls? Or do you want to drink his piss?" I thought giving him the options might make it easier for me to tell Jude. 'no'. Still, I thought back to the games I played when I was Jude's age. George and I had been pissing on someone everyday by the time I was ten and I was getting blow jobs twice a day by then, at least once from George and a second and often a third from someone else. It might be time for me to relax the hold I held on Jude, I had told him he was going to have to wait until he was fourteen or fifteen before he would be allowed to have any kind of sex but without anyone his age around for friendship it might be time I thought about allowing him to at least get a blow job now and then.
"Regelio, I said I would do whatever you tell me to." Tomas was betraying the real feelings he was having, his cock had been standing straight out from his body since Jude had asked if he could shower him. I was glad to see that he was going to be enjoying piss and not just from me.
"Jude, Tomas is not going to be like Ace. He wants to be more like Joey. While he allowed me to piss on him he isn't going to be a slave that you can order around. I think I might be able to fall in love with Tomas, if I let you piss on him this morning it will be the only time unless he begs for it." I wasn't sure why I had said that in front of Jude and Tomas but I guess I didn't want Tomas to think he was going to have to service my son every day or every-time we were together.
"That's okay. He has offered to suck my cock so many times I thought I was going to say it was okay if he asked today, that was before yesterday when he told me that he wanted to sleep with you, every night." What was I going to do with this son? He was eleven, ready and willing to have a boy suck his cock. I wished there was a chance we would find some boys his age or a little younger but I knew that was fairly unlikely. If I told him it was okay to have sex with the boys and men we were traveling with I was afraid they might start taking advantage of his innocence and rape his ass and I didn't want to have to deal with a pregnant teenager He hadn't mentioned anything about being ready to be fucked but I knew it was not a long road from that first blow job to fucking.
"You don't want to have sex with Tomas because he is having sex with me?" We had never really talked about incest as a moral concept. He and I had talked about Ton and Dana fucking, and the chance that Ton would become pregnant, when I was teaching him about his own body. But that had been as a physical matter not as a moral concept. I wondered if he had talked to Ton about it before we Left the village. Was there something that is ingrained in us saying incest is wrong? I didn't think it was possible, just thinking about how Ton had described sex with his twin.
"I didn't want Tomas to think our whole family is easy." It had been years since the last time he had grabbed me by the cock but walking to the showers with Tomas on the opposite side of me he had taken hold and squeezed.
"But we are and I hope we stay that way for the rest of our lives.
"Tomas, what sex have you been wanting to have with my son?" The time I had spent with Junior had been the closest I had ever come to monogamy, I hoped that Tomas wasn't thinking that I was going to be the only man in his life. Why he would have been offering to suck Jude's cock I didn't know, as far as I had seen Jude was not more than a few inches long. Was he hoping to satisfy himself about the father with the son? Or had he seen Jude hard and there was more cock than I had seen?
"Your son has been running around with a hard dick for months. I have seen him trying to find a corner or closed off place where he can masturbate for at least the last six months. I wanted to be the first person to get to taste his cum. I offered to give him a blow job every time I saw him with a hard dick. I hadn't thought about the fact that I was falling in love with you and you might not like me having sex with your son." He was having a hard time looking at me while he talked. I had to make a quick decision. I should say something about whether was I going to allow him to suck Jude's little dick or was I going to tell Jude he should find someone else to be his first before we got under the shower. Was Tomas embarrassed that he was proposing incest?
"Tomas, we'll talk about this while we are trying to find a way the truck can make it across town to the beach. Jude do you think you can wait a few more days for me to decide if I believe you are ready to get your first blow job?" If that had been me with my father I would have laughed at his presumptuousness.
"Really? I thought I was going to have to wait three more years." It wasn't often that he displayed much emotion towards me in front of the others but he jumped up and wrapped his arms around my neck pulling me down with him. He smothered my cheeks with kisses. I could feel his hard dick rubbing against my leg as he hugged me. It was fortunate that I had given Tomas as much sex as I had over previous twelve hours or my cock would have been bouncing between his legs
"Okay, everyone downstairs." I pulled his arms off me before he was able to rub his dick against me long enough to start shooting. I wasn't certain he had gone through puberty but the fact that Tomas thought he had been sneaking off to masturbate told me there was a good chance; even though Jude didn't have a hair of maturity on his body, his balls had started to drop some. I was going to have the med bot give him a full exam, the hairlessness could be due to his Choctaw heritage or to an excess of estrogen. I hoped the med bot would be able to do whatever tests were necessary to let me know that Jude was going through puberty the way he should and wasn't suffering from a hormone imbalance, having an ovary can be a negative.
"Sorry, Tomas, I can't pee with a hard dick." They were both disappointed, Tomas had been kneeling on the shower room floor for about five minutes with Jude standing in front of him his dick in his hand. I would have given Tomas some more piss if I hadn't already been completely drained.
Joey stumbled into the shower room barely awake. That was unusual, he was generally awake an hour before me and wide awake the moment his feet hit the floor. He took a glance around the room and turned to me before speaking.
"What's our son doing in here with a hard dick pointing at Tomas?"
"Tomas was going to allow him to give him a golden shower but the thought had Jude too hard and he wasn't able to piss through it. He must still be thinking about that." Whether it was pissing or the blow job I had said might be possible in a few days I didn't know. I couldn't remember if I had told Joey that Jude had told me a couple years earlier that he already knew he was going to be gay. Tomas had moved around in back of me and was scrubbing my back and massaging my butt. I thought he might be back there trying to avoid Joey but I was enjoying having him wash my back so I didn't say anything even when his hard dick poked my butt.
"Joey, we aren't the only ones in this place." He came totally awake in seconds.
"Is it a human or alien?" I should probably have said that when warning him that there was another entity here.
"It is a Mexican man. I think he is probably at least ten years older than us. He and Tomas were still talking when I fell asleep last night. He's the one that told us this shower was operating and that there is power at the coffee store next door."
"Did he say if there was enough equipment to make breakfast?" It was great watching him turn from parent and defender into a cook that quickly. It was disappointing to see his excitement fade when he heard it was all gas and he would have to cook by the light going in a window.
"I guess that's better than nothing. I'll get some coffee brewing while you find the batteries you are going to need." Tomas had started to play with my asshole, I wasn't really in the mood to go looking for batteries.
"If he gets you wide open I'll fuck you." The look he gave me told me that he wasn't kidding and would be ready in moments.
"Not in front of our son you won't." Jude had seen us fuck hundreds of times but for some reason standing in the shower with my cock bouncing while his father fucked me didn't seem right given the discussion he and I had been having about his first blow job. Like I had ever worried about him seeing me fuck Joey or vice versa.
"I'll leave." Jude had often Left us to suck or fuck in the bedroom back in the village and in the house in Moab.
"No you won't, I don't want you walking around in here alone. We don't know anything about Javier." I didn't mean to make him scared of the older man but he had to know there was a new threat to his life.
"I'm clean, we can go find our clothes together." Tomas was that willing to allow Joey to fuck me? He had moments earlier had two fingers in my asshole. What was going on with him? Wouldn't he rather fuck me than leave me there to take Joey's thick dick? Was he not concerned with me having sex with anyone else? Or was he trying to get Jude off on his own? I sure had questions about Tomas in my mind.
"Tomas, out by the entrance there should be a room with towels. Go find us all some soft dry towels. Jude and I need to talk to his father." There really wasn't anything I didn't want him to hear, I just needed a few minutes to decide what I was going to do about the way he was leading me.
By the time Tomas got back with enough towels for us all Joey was shutting off his shower. It had been the first time I had ever seen Jude handle his other father's dick. I had a surge of anger flow through me as I watched Jude wash Joey's dick and balls, was it jealousy or envy?
"Our son has been trying to tell me that he thinks he is ready to have sex. You have been masturbating, right Jude?"
I couldn't blame him for being embarrassed. If my father had ever spoken about me jacking my cock where a third person could hear him I would have not only been embarrassed but angry enough to let him know that I was doing more than just that. Hopefully Jude and I had a different relationship than I had with my father, he might be embarrassed but he might also say what he really wanted to be doing.
"Son, what have you been thinking about while jacking off? Is it a female or a male? Are you fucking them or getting a cock in your ass? Maybe getting a blow job or sucking a cock or eating a pussy?" Joey was doing a great job of embarrassing our son even more than I had. Whenever we had spoken about the idea that our children would one day be having sex he had always insisted that he would do his best to make sure their first times were not only awkward but also embarrassing. Unlike me he didn't have an erection standing there for our son to stare at, Jude may have washed his dick and balls but he hadn't gotten an erection when he did.
"Thanks, Tomas. Everyone hurry up and get dried off, its going to be a long day." Joey headed out of the bath house with the towel wrapped around his waist. Jude, Tomas and I headed upstairs to find our clothes.
"Roger? Did you like me fingering your asshole? I thought you were going to tear the fingers off my hand." He had waited until Joey was out of range to ask his question, Jude looked at him questioningly.
"I enjoy being fingered. But, what I enjoy more is having my asshole licked." If Tomas was going to sleep with me more than he had in the past he needed to know what I liked and how to make my cock to stand when I was tired. We were sorting out our clothes from the way we had thrown them that night. Clumsy me dropped a sock while attempting to get it over my toes. I bent down to pick up the sock, I was surprised that Tomas attacked my asshole, giving it a flurry of kisses.
"Dad, what did you do to him? Tomas told me he never wanted to lick an asshole." Jude sounded more surprised than I felt. I hadn't stood even when my son shouted at me, neither had Tomas. He had progressed from kissing me to licking at my asshole and finally pushing at my hole with his tongue. My cock was in my face, if Jude hadn't been there I would have guided it to my mouth, not that I needed to be sucked again it was just that I find that the perfect combination.
"Son, you'll find out that sex is a variable thing. I might tell you I'd never do X or Y but I could meet a person that changes my opinion without ever knowing about my negative feelings. That's just the way sex is, you might think you will never allow anyone fuck you but some day you may fall for a man that makes you rethink that idea without ever having to tell you how it makes him so loved to either be in you or having your cock in him."
"But licking your asshole?"
"That is surprisingly a way another man can make you feel everything in his heart." I wanted to get off the subject but if he wanted to know about it I supposed as a good father I should answer his questions.
"But, it's dirty." It wasn't the first time that he had seen one of my lovers licking my asshole, I didn't know what the objection was.
"Didn't you see Tomas washing my ass? Joey certainly did." As soon as I had my pants fastened I hugged Tomas and gave him a kiss on the forehead.. I would have kissed mouth to mouth but I wasn't sure I was ready to answer any questions about tasting my own asshole, I'd heard the question before and never had a good answer. Tomas had picked up a spray bottle of deodorant while we were in the shower room. It wasn't often that I used that kind of product, having a tongue lick up the sweat and scent made me happier than the dry aluminum feel of deodorants.
Javier had met Joey. The older man was sitting at a table on the sidewalk with Raul and two of the others when we arrived. The pancakes were slightly overcooked, Joey apologized needlessly for not being used to the griddle, nobody was going to complain. Some of us like the cakes that way, not me but I was able to eat them with plenty of syrup. Ace and Deuce were the first to finish eating. I sent them off to the truck to see if they could find the crate with the chargers. Lionel fixed me a large cup of coffee in a paper cup Joey had found inside and then went to join the other stranger.
"We're headed next door to choose the bikes we'll be taking. After that I'll hunt for at least two batteries for each of whatever we pick." I had decided the night before to take a brightly painted Honda 125cc but hadn't picked out anything for Tomas. There was a good chance that the 125 wouldn't need to have the battery to start but would run better with a battery that held a charge. I hadn't seen any helmets, with Tomas being a first time rider I wanted to be sure to protect his head, we would have to find something to fit him, I didn't know that he would be particular.
It was a bit lighter than when we had found the shop. My doubts about the Honda were still with me, but there wasn't anything else in the shop that looked as good. I would have much preferred being on a Harley or a Ducati but I was willing to go with what we found. Tomas found a bike that was between the 125 and a 50 cc, I thought it should work as long as he was able to learn to ride it that morning. We moved the two of them outside of the shop nearly in front of the bath house. Dust had built up over the years so I hoped we would be able to find a way to clean them off. Ace and Deuce had managed to find the crate we were going to need and brought it over to where we were parking the second bike.
"There should be a couple extension cords in the crate. Plug them in downstairs and check to be sure they reach the bikes. The cords on the chargers are only two or three feet long." I wanted to be able to install the batteries before charging so when the second battery was charged we would not have to wait any longer.
"Tomas, let's start in that back room again. The store had to have some extra new batteries, I'm sure they would be able to supply the bikes on the show room floor for anyone wanting to take their bike that day." Although there was a little bit of light it really wasn't much brighter than the gray we had searched by the previous night, I had found the rear door and when it was open was able to find the store's supply of helmets, Tomas had been trying on almost all of them.
"Roger, have you found what you wanted?"
"Not yet. We did find helmets." I was holding one that I had thought would match the 125, I knew that was a foolish affectation, and Tomas was walking around with the only one he had found he liked on his head.
"What is this locked up cabinet across from the desk?" I could hear Joey tapping on the metal cabinet.
"I don't have any idea." I had given it a quick glance earlier and thinking it probably contained business papers had passed it by.
"Okay, I'm going to get some tools and pry it open."
"You might try one of the keys laying on the floor first." Someone had been standing with their back to the cabinet, most likely with his hands on the desk leaning over when he was incinerated. I was starting towards the back again when Joey called out for me to take a look in the cabinet. There were shelf after shelf of what I had been searching for. I had hoped we would be able to at a minimum find the same voltage batteries, here were fifty boxes of batteries with matching serial and model numbers.
"Will the metals still be in the batteries if that attack was able to take rings and other precious metals, like out of the cell phones?" The cabinet was sealed metal so the batteries should have stayed safe just like I had in the MRI machine.
"Good question but the cabinet may have kept them safe." None of the newer batteries we found were missing any of the interior metals. I guess the metals we were using to build batteries weren't the metals that the aliens needed. I have to admit I don't know what is in any of the batteries built after the last revolution in batteries. The bike batteries are sealed in lead so they may have everything that was built in even if we found them still on the bikes The lead sealant had been developed after a rash of fires lead to two jet crashes from freight being shipped across the ocean, I had read Honda had started to use them on their newest models of bikes after a huge lawsuit was filed in twenty different countries.
"How are you going to know which of them will accept a charge?"
"Ask Noel? I guess it will be a hit or miss proposition." I already had Tomas carrying half a dozen of the new batteries out to where the bikes were sitting. I hoped that sitting inactive for fifteen years hadn't make them disintegrate on the inside, other batteries we had found had, then again we had found some that hadn't.
"If they take a charge as well as they were built to, we'll be leaving after the mid-day meal." It might take us longer since we were using power from the truck not regular 120v power to run the charger.
"Roger, are you going to take enough weapons and ammo to stay safe?" I smiled at the knowledge Joey worried about my safety.
"At least as much as I think we'll need. I'm glad we won't have to wear the radiation suits, that way we will be able to carry pistols cross-bandoleer style and a rifle slung over the shoulder. Both of the bikes we choose have extra storage we can use for ammo." I had been thinking about how we would carry enough to withstand an attack by twenty or more of the wolves but hadn't figured out a way to survive if we ran into that pack of more than four hundred of the aliens.
"Are you going to take extra gasoline and the rad suits just in case. I know what the Nasa maps showed but the jet streams could have moved since we left Texas." Joey was right but so far we hadn't seen any increase in radiation since leaving Moab.
"Well, did you get the radio hooked up?" It might be possible that Jeff would know about any change in the jet stream.
"I just finished that before I came in here."
"Let's give the village a call. We'll double check the jet stream, say hi to the kids, check on my newest grandchild, see if there is any word on the wolves and let you and your father chat for a while." Most of the talks we'd had over the last few years had been between our kids and us, I'd spent a few with Ton and with him just having his second child I wanted to know how well he had survived. This time I hoped that we could leave Joey tied up on the radio as Tomas and I Left west San Diego headed to the beach but I doubted the batteries would charge that fast.
While we hoped the chargers were doing their job Tomas and I fashioned carriers that would hold two gas cans over the rear wheels. As soon as the first battery indicated that it was hot I installed it on a bike that was identical to the one Tomas had parked in the street. I had been instructing Tomas on as much as I felt I could without him actually being on the bike but it was time to try riding.
"Getting used to riding the bike without the gas cans is going to give you a false sense of what it is like to ride that little bike but you need to understand how to balance it with just your weight first. Within a few minutes Tomas was able to take the bike in circles and a few minutes later down the street around cars parked at all angles and then back and to a complete stop.
"So, do you feel like you're ready to get on the road?" He had pulled the bike up beside me and flipped his helmet back.
"Yeah, this is fun!" He was smiling almost as wide as he had after getting fucked. I thought he might even have an erection bouncing in is shorts.
I had to remind him that when we left in an hour he would have extra weight and that the ride wouldn't be as smooth or easy. I wasn't even sure that the bike was strong enough to carry the gasoline and him but if it wasn't we would leave without any extra gasoline other than what the 125 could haul. Javier gave us some directions that he was fairly sure would take us to a new Highway that the state was building to the North that was to circle what had been a rapidly expanding San Diego. The Southern portion of the new Highway was not supposed to be started until the Northern section connected with Highway 5. Javier admitted that he had never driven the direction he was telling us to go but that he had heard about it often enough while construction was causing detours.
Unlike where I had grown up, California didn't open up their new highways a mile or two at a time. There was a road block at I-15 with a rusted sign prohibiting traffic. We had to take the bikes into the dirt to get around the blockage but once around it we could see a clear road for miles. Once in a while we would pass a construction vehicle of one sort or another either parked or wrecked but the road was clear and within thirty minutes or so I could feel the salt water breeze coming over La Jolla cove, at least that's what the signs said. As we slowed down and pulled off the new highway the houses I had always connected with the California Pacific coast started becoming visible.
"Tomas, we could go back and tell the rest of them that they can get to the beach in an hour or we could spend the rest of the day on our own exploring the beach and finding a house where we might want to spend the night and future." I was standing on a rock out cropping looking at the cove with my arm around Tomas' shoulders. I enjoyed the warmth of his body against mine, he again had worked his hand into my pants and was fingering the cleft of my butt. I thought we were going to have a rough time due to his desire but who knows, maybe I'll enjoy having him fucking me so much I won't object to what he wanted; I might even find out that all he wanted was to finger and lick me.
"Can we stay in the house with all the glass?" Tomas was pointing at a house that was likely to be twice the size of the one I had in Maine if not more. Still it was built very much the same with all the exterior walls being glass from floor to roof. As we made our way to the glass house I saw that there were no vehicles parked nearby. It was going to be locked but that also meant that we would have the house to ourselves with none of the smells of burnt flesh unless they had Left a pet behind. I didn't want to break through any of the walls, an overnight ocean breeze could make the house chill fast.
"Tomas, we need to wait until we have the truck and all the tools. This place is going to be locked up tight and we don't want to break any of that glass to get in." I didn't even mention that the glass walls were stronger than concrete.
"Who owned a house like this?" Tomas was looking at the house with his mouth half open. I had the feeling he had never seen anything quite like it. That was entirely possible seeing that the house probably had cost the owner three or four times what the other houses on the same street cost and they were all mansions.
"Somebody with a lot of money. Do you see that picture on the far wall? That looks like an original old master. So does that one by the kitchen" They were the wrong type of art for the house, maybe they would turn out to be fakes. They might, but the furniture looked like it had been designed by the artist that had been promoting glass houses when my house had been built.
"Wait a minute. Those may not be original paintings. Theodore Striener, an artist that was involved in the push for glass houses developed panels that showed art that appeared to be on the walls but was actually projected from the glass panel. That may be what we're seeing. If they are, this house was owned by someone with not only a lot of money but a shit load of it they were willing to spend freely. The two panels I had seen in Maine when there was an exhibition for the development of the houses in my part of town were priced at twice what my parents' house would have sold for at the maximum, at that time their house was being priced over a few million dollars. I didn't want to look for another house, living in this house was an ideal ever since the first time I had squatted in the house I later rented. I was glad that Tomas had directed us here.
The front door and rear were both controlled with a keypad. I should have known a key would be too low tech for anyone that owned glass panels like that. We searched under the beach stairway for the possibility of a way in but were still locked out an hour after making it to the building.
"If we get in, will we be able to get out other than the same way we enter?" Tomas was staring at the keypad at the front door. "I don't know, I have never worked this type of door lock. I had a keypad at my house but it was an older model that allowed you to come out anytime you wanted. I think this model has a time sensitive interior lock in addition to the keypad but that may require the house to have electricity and all the houses around here seem to be dark." I hadn't seen anything that made me think of a number or word to be punched into the keypad. Almost ready to give up and wait until we would be able to take the door off I saw a blatantly sexual display of three women across the Highway showing the neighbor's house number. Most of the houses we had seen had street numbers that were so small the fire department would have to be using their radio locator. Hanging from the roof of the house across the street was a house sign with the numbers a foot tall marked in still shining brass, 6-9-6-9-6-9.
I really didn't believe it would be that simple but why not give it a try? There wasn't going to be a security company or police force screaming to the door to arrest us, although I wouldn't mind if they did show up. The owners may have been sharp enough not to use their own address but why not use your neighbor's, especially if it was hanging out there so you would never worry about forgetting it. There must have been a little power Left in the system, we heard the door unlock but not open, a years old battery shut down the security system leaving the house free to enter..
"If we're going to live here we are going to have to clean all the solar panels, salt from the ocean and sand from the beach have likely corroded them badly enough we won't get any power. Hopefully once cleaned they will be sensitive enough to catch the few rays of sun that are sneaking through the over-cast sky." As I said that a huge ball of light flashed above us. I initially had no idea what was happening, the light faded fast not changing the ambient light at all. It wasn't the sun, what could have happened? I looked back towards the ocean in time to see the water level lowering. I would need to have someone with more of a background in meteorology or ocean hydraulics to explain the phenomena but I thought the moon may have exploded or been 'eaten' by the ship we had seen years earlier headed towards Earth, the lack of a moon would explain the tide dropping. It would be a long time before we would be able to see through the covering that Left the Earth cold to verify there was no longer a moon reflecting the sun's light.
"Why do you want to live in a house like this Tomas?" I had enjoyed being an exhibitionist while I lived in Maine. Plus, walking around naked in my old house had attracted attention and partners I wouldn't have attracted any other way. Tomas was cute enough that there was no reason he would have to attract anyone else.
"I want the world to see that you are fucking ME." It wasn't fucking that was on his mind for the first of our sexual activities in the house we intended to claim if the others were willing to stay in this area Tomas had found a broom and swept a spot bare in the center of the Master bedroom room facing the ocean. When he was finished he dragged me over and dropped to his knees, it was the first time I was wearing my leather pants in years. I had been glad to see they still fit, now as Tomas released my cock the powerful smell of leather filled my nostrils and the house.
Tomas didn't give me a moment to pull the leathers over my boots. As soon as he had my pants past my knees he grabbed hold of my butt with both hands and taking my hardening cock in his mouth pulled us together so had I longer pubic hair it would have been tickling his nose. Looking out over the calm ocean I felt like the king of the world. He worked smoothly at getting my cock hardened and sliding in and out of his throat. I thought I would love to stand there with Tomas speared on my eleven inches for the rest of the evening but he had other ideas.
The layout of the house had us in a huge bedroom with a revolving bed set in the center. I knew it was a revolving bed from a shopping trip I had gone on with my landlord to Boston, the bed in front of me was a duplicate of one we had seen at a furniture expo. I had always thought that a round King-sized bed had a lot of wasted space but I was willing to use this bed since I wouldn't be buying it. Besides, the wasted space would be fine for Jude or Ace to use if they wanted to sleep with us.
"Grab the edge of the bed." I had wondered why Tomas was pulling off my cock but asking me to bend over that way gave me the idea he had one of two things in mind and after riding on the 125 I was ready for either one. Tomas didn't get off his knees so as my hands grasped the molded edge encircling the bed he was able to spread my butt cheeks and hold them apart.
"Has anyone ever told you that your asshole is beautiful?" I had always thought it odd when a man had told me that but the compliment never failed to make me believe the man looking would soon be kissing and then licking my asshole. When Tomas touched his tongue to my asshole I wanted to shout out to the world, 'HE LOVRES MY ASSHOLE!'. I didn't, but I did did push back onto his face and with one hand pull his face in tighter. I wanted his tongue buried in me, I did all I could to open up and grab onto his tongue. If only he were a little longer.
I have no idea how long Tomas knelt behind me with his tongue making love to my asshole. Looking back through my legs I saw him shoot a load of cum on the floor, I thought he might want to stop right then but without struggling against my hand he tried digging deeper, wiggling his tongue as it stretched through my ass lips. Only as we lost most of the light did he finally start pulling away. I don't know how long he had my cock hard but I wasn't in the mood to push him to take my cock in either his ass or mouth
We unloaded the bikes in one trip. Joey had found and packed the camp stove I used the first few months after the attack, an extra tank of gas, a bi-pan and food he knew I could cook. There were plenty of candles decoratively placed around the house that soon had the kitchen and deck glowing. Tomas yelped a few times when the lighter I had him using scorched his fingertips. We sat on the deck listening to the water lapping at the beach. There was nothing visible four feet from the candles, I missed the moon and stars which would have made sitting on the deck more romantic.
"Do you enjoy the sounds of the water?"
"Its nice knowing that we aren't the only thing on Earth, even if its not a human sound. Not hearing cars and trucks and jets overhead does make the world seem alien but the lapping of the water is at least something familiar."
"Rogelio, do you think I have gone crazy since almost the only thing I have thought about for the last few days has been sex? Sucking your cock, drinking your cum and your piss and having you fuck me anytime I look at you?" Tomas had walked to the railing around the deck and was leaning in such a way that all I could see was his butt and a stripe down each of his light brown legs.
"Do I think you have gone cock crazy?"
"Yeah?" I could barely hear him talking but I had a good idea of what he was trying to get me to say.
"Tomas. I think you are finally allowing yourself to be yourself. I know that the years at the truck stop when you were being abused by all the men that could catch you must have been difficult for you. Whether you enjoyed any of those men or their cocks doesn't make a difference. What does, is that finally you can admit to yourself that you want to be with one man, one cock and one asshole." He had admitted that the men at the truck stop that had taken to fucking him had chosen him because he had been known to let boys in his neighborhood in Mexico fuck him
"And una mear hendidura!"
"What did you say?"
He walked back to me and kneeling between my legs held up my cock and licked the piss slit. "Por favor?"
I didn't even bother to stand. The piss started flowing hard. We had found cases of water in a packed pantry. My Geiger counter had shown everything packed in there to be safe for us to eat and drink. I was ecstatic that there were full bottles of my favorite liquors on the shelf over the door. I had been living without liquor just because we had been more concerned with gathering food than we had booze. There had been a little in the village but we had rationed it, not knowing how many years we would be living there. What there hadn't been was any Drambuie so I hadn't had a Rusty Nail since Luis Left to try fathering a child with the Lesbian..
I thought about drowning myself in Drambuie but since I was going to drive back to get Joey and the others in the morning sobriety was a better choice. A few bottles of beer might have given Tomas more of what he was craving but water and coffee would do the same. Off and on for the hours following dinner Tomas alternated licking and kissing at any body part he could reach from his kneeling position between my legs. The idea that he might be only interested in sex had me thinking about what I needed to do to find one of the others that would be more of a partner.
"Rogelio, we spent the time we've been here, in this house. Do we need to look around before we head back to let the others know how to get here?"
"It might be a good idea." We were eating the recently, rebaked cereal and reconstituted, powdered milk that Joey had sent with us. There might be reasons the others wouldn't want to live in La Jolla like no natural barrier to protect us from the wolves. Then there was the fact that the only land I had seen that might be usable for farming were the two golf courses inside the city limits.
"What is that noise?" I had to listen closely for a few minutes to recognize the sound that Tomas was wondering about. I thought I knew what the noise was and without even cleaning up after our meal grabbed Tomas by the balls.
"Let's go down on the beach." I hadn't dressed for breakfast and wasn't intending to dress for the short walk down the cliff. Tomas asked again about the noise. I didn't want to answer him, I wanted to show him that La Jolla had other residents, seals. I was surprised to see that we had seals, the Nasa satellite had shown the beaches deep in dead fish and seals when we first saw the alligators, crocodiles and the packs of wolves. Back then we had thought the oceans were dead but if the seals had survived there had to be fish for food and possibly whales and sharks to survive on seals. We had seen a sign for whale watching tours leaving the La Jolla pier so it would be possible they would come close to land. Having seals that close made me wonder about the nuclear winter, was the radiation not affecting the oceans as severely as it had the land?
Growing up my father and an uncle had both taken me fishing and lobster trapping but I had never been very successful so I didn't think of myself as a fisherman or the classic New England Lobster-man. I did better digging for clams although I never had developed much of a taste for eating them. I would have to have the med bot search its encyclopedia to learn what type of crabs we might have living this far south in California. As long as there were seals I knew there would be some type of food from the ocean to supplement what we were living on from canned goods, most of the canned meat we'd eaten had been fish but fresh sounded so much better.
It was I admit great to see the seals. All I had seen other than the wolves had been the one moose and one bear but seeing fifteen to twenty sea lions going in and out of the water was enough to make me believe in the possibility that the Earth might recover. There were still thousands of fish carcasses scattered over the rocky parts of the beach. If we were going to use the beach for more than an entry to the ocean we were going to have to clear most of those, fortunately the smell of death was no longer clinging to the beach. I was looking at the Sea Lions, I had been wrong to think they were seals, thinking about using the beach not about providing a way to live.
"Tomas, do you like it here?"
"I do. Can we live right here?"
"Not in the house?" I knew what he was thinking but had to tease him.
"We can stay in the house overnight, but I want to spend all day here on the beach." I have the feeling he fell to his knees and started to suck my cock with the full intention of making me choose the spot he had located. There really wasn't much convincing that was needed, I loved the house and have always wanted to have my own beach front property. There had been a spot behind the house that seemed to be more warn than most of the stone along the top of the bluff. Looking back at the house I wondered if someone had been using that spot as a cliff diving aerie.
It would be thirty some feet until you hit the water, nothing like the cliffs in Acapulco but if the cove bottom where you would hit was not a gradual slope like most of the beach was, diving should be possible.
"Tomas, puede nadar?"
"Si." I was hoping to get closer to the spot I was thinking might be a dive sight but Tomas walked right into the water before laying on his back and slowly showed me a perfect back-stroke. I could have followed him into the water but decided to walk along the shore in the direction I wanted to explore. Twenty minutes later Tomas was still floating along on his back staying parallel to me as I neared the spot where the rock projected out over the cove. Without a high tide there was ten feet between the water and the fish skeletons. I lined up with the overhead rock projection and walked into the cove.
Two steps into the water the sand covered beach dropped away leaving me struggling for a moment trying to keep my head above water. "I want to see if the water is deep enough for us to dive from that rock." When I caught my breath and was able to start treading water I point above us to Tomas.
Tomas looked where I pointed. A moment later he was treading water at my side. I didn't expect him to take my hand and pull at it when he said okay. I didn't get a full breath but I followed behind him as I saw his tight butt breech the water. As I looked around under water it seemed to me that someone had taken a lot of effort to clear away the natural seaweed, coral and rocks that you would expect from an area that must be close to fifty feet in diameter. I couldn't tell if it was deep enough for a straight in dive but I was sure if the diver was able to pull into a curve before hitting bottom, the water would be deep enough.
"No hay mucho pescado."
"Que?" I have to admit my Spanish is lacking if I am going to have a Mexican lover.
"Not too many, ah ah ah fish." Every once in a while Tomas would struggle to find the English word he needed but he did better than I did. Really I was surprised at the lack of fish, too. If there were Sea Lions there had to be fish somewhere in the area, why they wouldn't try spreading out to get away from the Sea Lions is one of those oddities of nature I may never understand. Just as I was running out of air I looked towards shore and there was a cave between us and where we would be heading. Just as he was preparing to push off the bottom I grabbed Tomas by the butt and swam up behind him.
Salt water is not the best lubricant. If I'd had a water based lube with me, (where would I have been carrying I?) I would have slid deep into Tomas and fucked our way back to the beach. I hadn't expected to start having deep feeling for him. I had liked him from the day we had rescued him from the back of the truck but that had been as far as my feelings had developed. I wasn't ready to say 'I love you', but I was beginning to think I was going to have to have that discussion with myself soon.
Our feet were barely out of the water when Tomas turned so that my cock was no longer between his butt cheeks and gave me the most passion filled kiss he had until that point. I've never been much of a videophile but as I lowered myself over his body and felt the water lapping at my feet I thought about 'From Here to Eternity' that I had once seen with Luis and his lesbian. I remembered wondering how two people had gone from laughing and enjoying the ocean to falling on the shore and making love so seamlessly. As Tomas wrapped his legs around my body I no longer had that question, without any foreplay or lube he was opening around my cock and accepting me as I drove him onto the sand.