Sea Shells

"Sea Shells" Copyright 1997 by Mathis B. Rogers

This is a Gay Adult Short Story. If you are not of age in your country, then it is against the law for you to read this story. This is pure fiction and none of the characters or places are real. Any resemblance of such is purely coincidental.

Any comments or constructive criticism is welcome. Send them via email to Mathis B. Rogers mathis@mathisbrogers.com

Author's Note: This is the much requested sequel to "Shipwrecked". You need to visit my web site and get "Shipwrecked" if you haven't read it since November 26, 1997, before reading "Sea Shells".

Sea Shells

By

Mathis B. Rogers

Copyright 1997

Soft warm lips pressed tenderly against my neck. I moaned. Lost in a deep sleep, I wasn't totally aware of them. The kisses moved downward. Across my chest. So soft, so loving and gentle. Not yet realizing what was happening, I clung to the unconscious world we call sleep. But my body responded to those warm, soft kisses. My nipples were erect with anticipation when a hot tongue flicked over my right nipple. I moaned again as the hot tongue flicked over my left nipple. Not hurrying, but making sure that no kiss landed on the same spot twice, the kisser moved slowly down my stomach, pausing only to flick the hot tongue into my belly button for just a second before moving further downward. One kiss on the ridge at the base of the head of my erect organ, which, by this time was screaming for attention, then my whole organ was engulfed in a warm, moist mouth.

I moaned again and pressed my hips upward. Opening my eyes, I looked down and our eyes met. I was lost in the moment. Lost in those beautiful puppy-dog brown eyes.

The owner of those eyes released my throbbing organ and raised up. Lying down on top of me and kissing me gently on the lips, whispered, "Happy anniversary, Kris. I love you."

I wrapped my arms around his strong smooth body. "Oh, Brad," I sighed, smiling as I pulled him closer to me. "You remembered."

He looked into my eyes. His full luscious lips only an inch from mine. "How could I ever forget the first time we made love?" he asked, softly.

"You'd better never forget," I replied. I kissed him gently on those full lips. "Happy anniversary to you, too, Brad," I whispered.

I couldn't believe that it had been two years since we had met at a party a friend of mine had thrown. It seemed like only yesterday when I sat at the bar at my friend, Dan's house. Brad had been about half an hour late. A group of guys flocked to him, as he liked to say, "Like flies on shit," when he walked in, wearing a black leather jacket, which he had left open to reveal his smooth, bronzed, muscular body. He also wore a tight pair of black shorts and a pair of black leather dress shoes with white socks. He was a hunk. I saw right through him though. He was an ass hole. He smiled at me and I rolled my eyes and sighed as I looked away.

I wasn't the partying kind so I wasn't having a good time. Later, I was waiting for the bartender to refresh my Sprite, when someone tried to grope Brad and he dodged their advance, bumping into me. Luckily, the bartender had just set my drink on the bar and I hadn't picked it up yet.

"I'm so sorry," he'd said, grabbing me by the arm to keep his balance and to keep me from falling down. "Are you okay?" Was that true concern in those beautiful brown eyes?

He led me outside and we sat on a bench in the back yard and talked while watching the sun set. He was so easy to talk to. I realized right away that my first impression of him was wrong. He really was a nice guy.

After it grew dark, he led me back into the living room and asked me if I wanted to dance as another song began. We dirty danced for a while, then he turned me around and shoved me up against the wall. "You can slap the shit out of me if you want to and I promise I won't hit you," he whispered with his face next to mine. "but I want to take you home and fuck you."

Then he grinned and added, "But you'll have to drive, because I've had too much to drink." That grin was all it took. I was hooked. Since that night, anytime he wanted me to do anything, all he had to do was grin that grin and I melted. I slid my arms underneath his jacket and pulled him against me, kissing him full on the lips.

Except for the music, the room grew quiet. I could see over his shoulder, everyone in the room had stopped talking and dancing and were staring at us. I pushed him away and he gasped, "I'll take that as a yes?"

"Yes," I replied. He turned around to face the mob, wrapping his arm around me. We headed toward the door. Glancing down, I noticed he had a hard on. From where I was, I could see the head of it peaking out the top of his shorts. Everyone else in the room was checking him out, too, but he made no move to cover it with his hand. It didn't go down that night until I had sucked him off twice and he had fucked me three times. Then he collapsed on top of me and we fell asleep. The next weekend, he moved in with me.

Brad pressed his hard organ against mine, smiling down at me. "Get up, sweetheart, we're late," he said, rolling off of me before I had a chance to stop him.

"But I'm already up," I protested, reaching for him as he got off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. "And so are you."

He didn't return. I sighed rushed after him. He had just stepped into the shower and closed the curtain. "Late for what?" I asked, opening the curtain and climbing into the shower with him.

"Huh-uh," he said, turning me around before he turned the water on. "You have to wait and see. And you're not getting to take a shower with me, either. We will never get out of here if you do."

"But today's Saturday. What are we doing up so early? I wanted to spend our anniversary in bed with you."

He kissed me gently on the lips. "But I have something else planned for us and it's going to be a lot more fun than staying in bed with me all day."

I smiled seductively at him. "Nothing could be more fun than staying in bed with you all day," I protested.

He grinned and pulled the curtain shut without saying anything. "Don't bother making breakfast," he said, turning on the water.

By the time I got out of the shower, Brad had gotten out a clean pair of bikini briefs, shorts and a T-shirt for me to wear and had placed them on the seat of the toilet so I could get dressed as soon as I dried off.

"Hurry, honey," Brad said, stepping into the bathroom. "I've got our bags packed and the car loaded. We're going in mine. You'll need to pack the toiletries bag, though."

"But where are we going?" I asked, pulling my T-shirt on over my head.

He grinned at me and kissed me on the lips. "Kris, chill out," he said. "I have a surprise for you. Will you just be patient, please?"

"Okay, okay," I replied. He had placed the toiletries bag on the bathroom counter.

My mind was racing as I finished getting ready and packed up our toiletries bag. I couldn't figure out what he could have planned for me. Every day for the past week, I had arrived home from work a moment before him, just as usual. We had had lunch together a few times during the week, as usual. Nothing had changed. If he had planned anything, he must have done it from work, or on one of the days we hadn't had lunch together. We usually took our lunch to work, but on Mondays and Fridays, we'd meet somewhere for lunch. Occasionally, if the weather was nice, we'd meet at the park with the sack lunches that I fixed, during the week. That particular week, though, since it had been unusually nice out for this time of year, the middle of October, we had met Wednesday and Thursday for lunch in the park.

"You ready, babe?" Brad asked, stepping into the bedroom as I zipped up the bag after putting our condoms in it. I didn't know where we were going, but I knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't plan anything that wouldn't allow us to make love, especially on the night of our anniversary.

I pulled the small box that I had wrapped on Tuesday out of its hiding place under the bed. "If I have to wait for your surprise," I said, grinning at him, "you have to wait for mine."

He smiled and took the toiletries bag from me. I slipped the box into the pocket on my shorts. "Okay, but you won't be able to give it to me at the same time I give you mine," he replied.

"Why not?" I asked.

He grinned and shook his head. "Uh huh," he said. "That's all you get to know. Come on."

We went out to his red Mustang convertible. It was a stick shift, and since I couldn't drive a stick shift, he had to drive. I had a blue, four-door Lexus, that we took when I needed to drive or we just needed to be a little more comfortable. If it was the latter reason, then he drove.

A light fog had rolled in earlier that morning and the sun had not yet burned it off, but it was still warm for mid-October. Brad drove us out onto the freeway and we headed toward the marina. A few miles from the marina, to my surprise, he turned off the freeway and we headed towards my parents house.

"Why are we going to Mom and Dad's?" I asked, as he pulled into the driveway. He grinned at me, but didn't reply.

He hopped out and opened the door for me. My father opened the front door as we stepped up on to the porch.

"Morning," he said, happily.

"Morning, Dad," I said, hugging him.

"Happy Anniversary," Dad added.

"Thanks, Ben," Brad said, hugging him, too.

To my surprise, Mother had breakfast ready for us. She sat us down at the table in the breakfast nook, which had the perfect view of the sunrise. However, the fog blocked the view of the sunrise, but it was still a nice morning and I would be eating with Brad. The man I loved. The man whom I was going to spend the rest of my life with, if everything went as I had planned.

Mom and Dad had already eaten and they went about their morning chores while Brad and I had a wonderful breakfast of waffles and sausage links. "Did you give Mother the menu?" I asked, before taking a sip of orange juice.

Brad grinned at me. "I thought you'd like something different for a change," he replied. I usually made him sausage, eggs and biscuits. He never wanted to vary from that.

Mother floated in occasionally to check on us, but basically she left us alone to enjoy our anniversary breakfast. "Is everything okay?" she asked, pouring Brad another cup of coffee.

"It's fantastic, Katherine," Brad replied, smiling up at her.

"Yes, it is, Mom. Thanks," I said.

After she had returned to the kitchen, I reached into my shorts pocket and pulled out the small gift that I had tempted Brad with earlier. I handed it to him. "I love you, Brad," I said, softly. "Thanks for making the past two years the best years of my life."

He smiled at me and looked at the gift. Leaning across the table, he kissed me on the lips. "I love you, too, sweetheart," he whispered. "I can't imagine what I would have done for the past two years without you."

"I don't want to find out, either," I admitted.

"Me neither." He sat back and opened the package. He opened the box and looked at the contents for a moment. It took a lot for Brad to cry. I had only seen him cry once and that had been earlier that summer when we had been shipwrecked on Kilgore Island in his parent's new house boat.

Brad didn't say a word for a moment. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He removed the object from the box. He tried to force a smile, but it was difficult for him to do. Emotions that I had never seen before were tumbling out of his eyes. "I can't seem to put it on, Kris," he finally said, although he hadn't tried. He stood up and pulled me to my feet. "You're looking for a life-time commitment with this thing," he said. "I want you to put it on me."

"May I have a life-time commitment?" I asked, taking the gold, diamond-studded ring from him.

"You've got it, baby," he replied. Our bodies were touching. We stood so close we were almost one. Brad placed his right hand on my hip and pulled me closer.

"Did you read the inscription?" I asked, holding the ring up to him.

He sniffled and took the ring. "I got blurry-eyed and wasn't abe to," he admitted, taking it from me. "To Brad," he read, "the diamond that puts the sparkle in my eyes. Love always, Kris."

Tears streamed freely from his brown eyes. "I love you so much, Kris," he said. He kissed me on the lips and held me close to him. I pulled back a little and took the ring from him. I slipped the ring over his left ring finger. The sun broke through the hazy fog and flooded the small breakfast nook in a ray of warmth as our lips touched.

"I love you so much, Brad," I whispered against his mouth.

"I love you, too, sweetheart." We kissed again, then he pulled me against his warm, strong body. Wrapping his arms around me, he held me tightly as he continued to let his emotions out.

"I didn't mean to make you cry," I said, breathing in the aroma of him as I nuzzled his neck.

"You know they're tears of joy," he replied.

"Yes, I do," I admitted.

We held each other. Lost in each other's love. Standing in the ray of sunshine, as though God was watching us. Blessing us with His presence as we held each other. It was the first time in the two years we had been together that we had ever held each other for more than a few minutes without getting aroused, not counting after we had made love and we were laying in each other's arms and going to sleep.

Brad pulled back and looked down into my eyes, but kept his arms around me. He had stopped crying. "I love you, Kris," he repeated. Then he smiled and added, "I don't think my present's going to top this one."

"I've got all I need right here," I informed him.

He held his left hand up to the light. The sun reflected off the row of diamonds. "It's beautiful," he said. "Thank you again."

"You're welcome," I replied. "The inscription almost didn't fit. If your finger would have been any smaller, it wouldn't have."

"I'm glad it did. It means the world to me and so do you.

Come on, baby," he whispered. "Let's see if Ben's ready to go."

I frowned and he pressed his finger against my lips to keep me quiet. "It's not as good as this one, but I'm sure you will enjoy it."

"I'll love it, if it's from you," I informed him.

He smiled and led me into the living room where Mom and Dad were getting ready to tackle cleaning out the fireplace. It wouldn't be long before they were ready to use it. Weather forecasters were predicting a wet, cold winter this year. Mom and Dad loved to sit in front of the fireplace and watch it snow. Brad and I did, too. Our apartment complex had sent a chimney sweep to clean ours out the week before, so ours was ready.

"Thanks again for making us breakfast, Katherine," Brad said, kissing her on the cheek.

"My pleasure," Mom replied.

"Are you sure you don't want us to do the dishes?" I asked.

"No, silly," Mom replied. "That's my anniversary present to you. And now you all run along and do your thing. Have a great weekend," she instructed.

"Thanks, Mom," I said, hugging her.

"See what Kris got me?" Brad asked, showing off the ring I had given him.

"Wow! You must really be worth something for him to spend that much on you," Dad teased, grinning at me.

"Don't tell him, Dad," I replied, "but I got it out of a Cracker Jack box."

"Probably," Brad said, hugging me. "Come on, let's go."

To my surprise, Dad had backed his Official Coast Guard Plymouth out of the garage. He also must have put the top up on Brad's Mustang, because we had left it down when we went into the house.

Brad opened the back door for me and motioned me to get in. I got in and he pushed me over as he sat down next to me. "We're going in style today," he said, grinning at me as he put his arm across the back of the seat behind me. I hadn't scooted over as far as I could have, so our bodies were pressed together.

I placed my hand on his bare leg and lay my head against his shoulder. Dad drove us to Coast Guard Headquarters. Dad was a Captain and flew for Search and Rescue. To add to my surprise, Dad's co-pilot, Lieutenant Paul Duncan had the helicopter warmed up.

"Hi, guys," Paul said as we climbed out of the car.

"Morning," Brad replied.

Dad popped the trunk and Brad pulled a suitcase out. I was again surprised. He had said earlier that he had packed our suitcases, but there was only one; his.

"It's okay, sweetheart," he said, noticing my reaction. "It's all in here."

Paul took the suitcase from Brad and put it in the storage compartment on the helicopter while Brad and I made our way around to the other side. Brad helped me up into the chopper, then I took his hand and pulled him up. I put on one of the helmets and handed Brad the other one and turned it on.

"You need to sit here," he instructed through the helmet as I started to sit down in the inside seat.

"Oh, I get it," I said, "you're going to wait until we get out over the lake, then you're going to push me out the door."

The helmets had radios in them that allowed anyone wearing one to speak to anyone wearing one, without having to shout over the roar of the helicopter. Before Brad could respond to my comment, Paul said, "Uh oh, Brad, he's got it figured out. We're going to have to hurry, Ben, before he can escape."

Dad had just climbed into the pilot's seat. "No problem," he replied. "I'm ready when you are."

I buckled my seat belt and Brad reached over and took my hand. He had already buckled his belt. "I've got a good grip on him," Brad said, holding my hand, tenderly. "He's not getting away from me."

The fog had totally cleared by the time we reached Coast Guard Headquarters. Dad lifted the chopper off the ground and headed toward the lake. Brad leaned over closer to me and we watched out the window of the door while we sped out over the open lake. Even though it was still early morning, a glance at my watch said it was almost nine, there were several boaters speeding towards the open lake.

"Oh, man," Brad breathed, noticing a few heading the same direction we were going.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it," he said, disappointedly.

Leaving the boaters behind, Dad and Paul kept the helicopter on the same course. The course seemed familiar to me, but I didn't say anything. It appeared we were heading toward Kilgore Island. A moment later, something caught my eye in the distance. Kilgore Island lay ahead to the right. I froze as I looked out across the water to the small island. On the beach, someone had spelled out: "Kris, I love you. Brad."

I turned to look at Brad. He was grinning from ear to ear. He knew I had seen it. I was thankful that the helmets we wore didn't have a face cover, only the microphone blocked the view of his luscious lips. "I can't believe you did that," I said. "Thank you so much." I moved our microphones and kissed him on the lips.

"I love you so much, Brad," I whispered. The microphone was close enough to my cheek that he was able to hear me.

"I love you too, baby," he replied. He kissed me again as Dad gently set the helicopter down on the beach.

Several people were already there. By looking at the beach, I could tell that they had spent the night. Some had tents, other had just slept in their sleeping bags. As I jumped out of the helicopter into Paul's strong arms, he grinned at me. "How'd you like that, Kris?" he asked.

"I love it," I replied, turning around and letting Paul catch Brad as he jumped down from the helicopter.

"Well, you two have a great weekend," Paul said as Dad came around from the other side with Brad's suitcase.

"Where's my suitcase?" I asked as Brad took it from him.

Brad kissed me on the cheek. "Silly, this isn't the Ritz Carlton. We've got everything we need in here."

"About time you got here," I heard behind me. Turning around, Chad walked up to us.

"Hi, Chad," Brad said, hugging his identical twin brother. Now that Chad had a tan, too, it was difficult to tell them apart. Luckily, he hadn't shaved yet this morning. He appeared to have just woken up a few minutes before we arrived, if not when we arrived.

"How'd you sleep last night?" Brad asked.

"Don't ask me to ever do this again, bro," Chad replied. "I'm not the outdoorsy type. I hope you and Kris enjoy your weekend though. I'm going back to civilization, if you don't mind."

"Not at all. Thanks again for spending the night out here for me."

"We'll be back for you tomorrow about noon," Dad said. "Brad said you've got to do some things to get ready for work Monday, or we'd leave you here until later. Have a great weekend."

"Thanks, Dad," I said, hugging him.

Dad, Paul and Chad got into the helicopter and took off. Brad put his arm around me. There were five couples camping out on the beach, but they stayed where they had set up camp and watched, without coming over to see what was going on. Little did I know that Chad had explained what was going on the night before and had asked them to let us have as much privacy as possible. Brad carried the suitcase and kept his arm around me while he led me over to where the words were spelled out. I hadn't noticed until then that they were spelled out in sea shells. Not the small ones either, but the big ones.

"Thank you again, Brad," I said, nuzzling his neck as he set down the suitcase in front of a tent that set next to the K in Kris.

"I'm glad you like it," he replied, kissing me on the lips. We paid no attention to the other campers. Brad put his suitcase inside the tent, it was obvious that Chad had spent the night in it.

"Where did you get these sea shells?" I asked, taking his hand and leading him out to where we could see them better. "I've never seen any this size around here."

I had never been to Kilgore Island until the day we were shipwrecked on it. But since then, Brad and I had rented a boat and came out a few times. We had never spent the night on the island before and, except for the fact that I'd be with him, I wasn't really looking forward to it. Our fellow campers were basically ignoring us at the moment, but I wondered how much longer that would last. And, I was also worried about what they might do after we went to bed that night and made love. The tent was only a two-person pup tent. I didn't think it would offer much privacy.

Another thing that I didn't like about this was, since we didn't have any privacy, we wouldn't even be able to make out until we did go to bed, later that day.

"I had to buy them," Brad admitted. "I tried to find some but there weren't enough on this entire island to do this. Luckily, Chad helped me put it together at lunch Thursday. He also volunteered to spend the night last night, so we would have the tent here by this morning when we got here. Luckily, no one bothered it Thursday night or Friday. I just wish that we were alone, but we can't ask every one to leave, since it's a public island."

"I love you for taking the time to do it," I said. I still couldn't believe he had done this.

"Chad took some pictures of it last night when he came out here. Your dad brought him out here. So, after we get back, you'll have them to remember it by."

"Oh, I could never forget this," I replied. I kissed him. "I love you so much, Brad." I smiled as he wrapped his arms around me and held me while we looked at the sea shells. I didn't even know that Chad knew my father. Brad had set the whole thing up and arranged everything from work and had talked my parents and Chad into helping out. I was thankful that Chad had taken pictures. I knew that the people at work would never believe this. I was still in a daze myself.

"Let's go see if there's anyone in the lagoon," Brad said. "If there's not, then we can move the tent over there."

"But I wanted to stay here with the sea shells," I protested.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, even though we were out of hearing range from the couples on the beach, "But if we go into the lagoon and no one is there, then we can make out the rest of the day like you wanted to. Not only that, I can show you how much I love you."

I felt a little awkward kissing him in front of everyone, but I did anyway. "I love you, Brad," I said. "Let's go."

As we turned to go inland, I noticed that the O in Love was right below the boulder his parent's house boat had landed on, back in the summer. Holding hands, we walked into the palm trees and headed inland. Five minutes later, we came out on the clearing. There was a water fall with a cave next to it. The water fall cascaded into a clear pool. We climbed up on some rocks, then jumped down onto the sandy beach. The water was so clear that we could see the sandy bottom. No one seemed to be around. It was much more breath-taking here than out on the outside beach. I didn't understand why the couples hadn't set up here instead of there. "We can put the tent right here," Brad said. "Since the rocks here will block us from that side of the island, if anyone comes over here, they won't see us and we won't see them.

"Okay, I like that idea," I agreed.

We returned to the outside beach and Brad and I began taking down the tent. "You're not leaving are you?" a chubby blonde- haired guy asked, coming over to see what we were doing.

"We found a nice spot inside by the lagoon," Brad informed him. "We're going to move over there. More privacy that way."

"Yeah, it is nice in there," he agreed. "We all thought you might like it better in there, but Chad told us last night that you had put this up here so you could see it from the helicopter. I was going to suggest that you move over there. We all agreed to save it for you.

"My name is Harvey Wilkins, this is my wife, Stella," he said.

"Nice to meet you," Brad said. "As you know, this is my lover, Kris Brown."

"It's really nice of you to do this for Kris," Stella said. "I wish Harvey would do something like this for me."

"Sorry, honey," he replied. "I just never thought of this."

She smiled at him. I got the feeling he would never think of doing anything romantic for her, but she loved him anyway.

"Looks like some other boaters are coming out," he changed the subject, as one of the boats we had passed earlier, arrived. "I hope they don't bother you, either."

To our surprise, he and Stella helped us take the tent down. Then they helped us carry the sleeping bag and Brad's suitcase into the lagoon. After we got the tent set up, we thanked them and they returned to the outer beach. "I wish we could bring the sea shells over here, too," I admitted, a little sadly.

He pulled me into his arms. "I know, babe," he said, softly. "But we will take them home with us tomorrow." He kissed me gently on the lips.

"Come on, honey, let's go for a swim," he said, breaking the kiss and slipping off his shirt. He tossed it into the tent then he stripped his shorts off. I stripped to my briefs, too. I remembered the first time we had come to this island. Then, we had been able to skinny dip, since it had rained the day before and the island was deserted. Since that day, every time we had come back to the island someone had always been there, so we couldn't go skinny dipping. We never had the lagoon to ourselves either. I was thankful that so far we had the lagoon to ourselves today.

Brad dived into the crystal clear water. I followed. He turned around and grabbed me and kissed me. "Have I told you lately how much I love you, Kris?" he asked, softly.

"Every time you look at me," I replied, kissing him on the lips. "Have I told you lately that you mean the world to me?"

He grinned. "Every time you look at me," he replied.

I ran my hands down his strong, smooth back. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me closer against his body as we kissed. I slipped my hands underneath the tight fabric of the skimpy red bikini he wore as he pressed his hard rod against mine.

"I really liked the way you woke me up this morning," I whispered, squeezing his firm round cheeks as I pushed his briefs down, exposing them to the clear water. Since the water was clear, had anyone come in to the area, they would have been able to see what we were doing.

"If you wouldn't wake up before the alarm goes off every morning," he replied, "I might do it more often."

"I'll try to do better," I promised. "But I need you to continue doing it, not just stop once I wake up, like you did this morning. However," I continued before he could comment, "I sure have enjoyed this morning. I love you so much."

We continued kissing for a few minutes. The water was shallow enough where we stood that it came up to my navel. I stepped back a little and looked down. Brad's eight-inch boner had popped out of the top of his briefs. I had pushed them down over his ass cheeks, so he was totally exposed to anyone who might happen by. He grinned at me and said, "Now look what you've gone and done, Kris, you made me horny."

"I guess I'll have to take care of that, won't I?" I replied, wrapping my hand around his hard rod.

Picking me up by my bottom, he pulled me against him and kissed me on the lips. As we kissed, he carried me back over to the beach. He grabbed a beach towel out of the tent and spread it out. After taking off his briefs, he lay down on his back, spreading his legs. "You'd better take care of it with your mouth, babe," he said. "I love it when you do that."

I was more than a little bit nervous about making love to him on the beach, since I knew that there were at least six couples only a five minute walk, away, but I loved him so much and I hadn't had my lips around that big hunk of meat of his in over twelve hours. Since we had been together, we had never gone more than twelve hours without making love.

I lay down between his legs, keeping as much of my body on the beach towel as I could. I gently kissed the head of his swollen rod. "Oh, yeah, there you go, babe," he moaned.

I flicked my tongue across the sensitive ridge at the base of the head. He moaned again. I ran my tongue down the back of his rod. I nuzzled his sack and buried my nose in his warm, wet bush. I preferred it dry, but we had just gotten out of the water.

Tantalizingly slow, I licked my way back up to the head of his organ. Gently, slowly, I licked the sensitive ridge again. I could tell I was driving him crazy. He loved it when I did that. I kissed the head again, then slowly eased it into my mouth. Since I had a small mouth, it was difficult to get him all the way in, like I wanted to, but he enjoyed what I could do.

I relaxed my jaw bones as much as I could and lowered myself a little deeper on his rod. Brad was a pre-mature ejaculator, so I knew it wouldn't take long before he blasted his wad down my throat. I was thankful that he was always ready to go again a few minutes later, though. The second time, he could last up to an hour.

I decided that since this was our second anniversary, that I was going to make him hold off as long as I could on his first orgasm. Not moving my head, I sucked with my mouth only. "Mm, that's it, babe," he gasped. "That's fantastic."

I ran my hands up over his strong, smooth stomach and, using my thumbs, flicked his erect nipples. He gasped. "Oh, baby, I love the way you suck my dick."

I could taste the salty-pre-cum leaking out of his slit. I knew he was getting close. I flicked his nipples again, then pressed his body with my hands as I brought them back down, slowly. "Oh, baby, this is going to be the biggest blast I've ever given you," he gasped. I felt his cock twitch in my mouth. I flicked my tongue across the sensitive ridge again. He flinched. I watched his handsome face. He had his eyes closed; his lips parted slightly. I released his organ and it slapped against his stomach.

He opened his eyes and frowned at me. I sat back on my haunches and grinned at him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked.

Leaning across his body, I kissed him on the lips. "I want to make you suffer like you did me this morning," I teased.

Brad didn't say a word. He made a pass at me and grinned that grin that drove me wild. I had just started to give in to that grin and go back down on him, when he wrapped his arms around me and rolled me onto my back on the sand. "I love you," he whispered and kissed me as he pressed his hard body against me.

"I love you, too, Brad," I replied.

We kissed passionately for a few minutes, then, he kissed me gently on the neck. He raised up a little and started his way downward. Nothing was said. One soft kiss at a time, he made his way down to my chest. He let his hot tongue flick across my erect nipple, then he kissed his way over to my left nipple. It was the same thing he had done that morning when he woke me up. This time, I knew he would finish what he started. One kiss at a time, never kissing the same place twice, not rushing, he made his way downward, only stopping a moment to flick his hot tongue into my belly button.

He raised up and spread my legs, before he got as far as he had that morning. He pulled my briefs off and tossed them over to the door of the tent. Gently, he picked me up and lay me back down on top of the towel. He kissed the head of my swollen rod, then he engulfed it into his warm moist mouth. Since I wasn't as big as him and his mouth was bigger than mine, he was able to do everything to me that I had done to him, without moving his head. He was driving me wild, flicking the sensitive ridge of my member with that hot tongue. Slowly, he sucked it like a lollypop. I placed my hands on his head and pressed my hips up against him. He knew what I wanted when I did that.

He released my member and spat on his fingers, then he took my member back in his mouth. Ever so gently, he eased his wet forefinger across my ass hole. Lubricating it just enough to let his finger slide gently in.

Still sucking, he slowly eased his finger in a little further. Moments later, I felt him ease it out. He returned it with a second finger. Brad knew that when he could get three fingers inside me, then I was ready for his big cock.

I moaned and wiggled my bottom against his fingers, not only pressing them deeper inside me, but also pressing myself deeper into his mouth. He sucked harder. He knew I was getting close. I moaned and he sucked even harder, pressing another finger into my love hole. It would not have surprised me if he had stopped right then, since I had stopped on him, but he didn't. He sucked harder, pressing his three fingers in as far as they would go. With my legs spread, I squeezed my ass muscles around those wonderful fingers. He pressed in deeper and I moaned as I blasted my load of love-juice down his hot throat.

Brad let go of my tender member and kissed his way slowly back up. Laying down on top of me, he kissed me on my lips. "That was the best, babe," I whispered against his mouth. I kissed him again, savoring the flavor of him and my seed.

"I love you, Kris," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Bradley," I replied.

We kissed for a few more minutes. "I'll finish you off now, if you want me to," I whispered.

Brad grinned. "Would you, please?" he asked.

"Of course," I replied. He rolled over onto his back and I lay down between his legs again. He was still hard as a brick.

I flicked my tongue across the ridge of his hard cock, again. To our surprise, he flinched and, before I could get my mouth over the head, he blasted a stream of cum that splattered against his chin. To my surprise, he didn't yell, "ARRRGHHH", like he usually did when he came. Since our neighbor had told us that summer that he and his wife heard him every time he came, we had been working on keeping him quiet, but this time, the orgasm snuck up on him and he didn't even know it was coming. However, I knew that he wasn't finished yet. There was the amount of what a normal man would squirt spread across Brad's firm bronzed chest, but Brad always had at least twice that much to squirt when he came, whether he was ejaculating the first time, or the second time. Being as gentle as I could, I engulfed the head of his member and sucked slowly, being very careful not to tantalize the sensitive ridge because I knew it would hurt him. As I sucked, I was well rewarded for my gentleness. Brad placed his hand on my head and pressed his hips upwards. He was always careful to never push his cock so far into my small mouth that it would hurt me. He pulled back a little and pressed in one more time. He moaned quietly as more semen blasted down my throat. His final blast for the moment, I could tell, but I gently sucked some more, just in case.

"Oh, that's great, babe," he whispered. I knew then, he was through. I kissed my way up his stomach, across the washboard abs, licking up his semen as I went. When I reached his chin, I licked up what had hit him there, before kissing him deeply on the mouth. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him. Rolling me over onto my back as he lay down on top of me, we continued to kiss.

A few minutes later, Brad raised up and looked around. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," he replied, pulling me to my feet. "Let's jump in the lagoon for a minute and wash this sand and cum off."

"Okay," I replied. We dove into the cool water. The sun had been beating down on us and I hadn't realized how hot it had turned. Luckily, we had good tans, so we hadn't burned during our escapade.

Slinging the water from his brown hair, Brad walked back to the shore. His hair went to the back, as though he had combed it back. I realized again how difficult it would be to tell him and his brother apart if they had both been there at that moment. I was thankful that Brad had a small mole at the edge of his pubic hair and Chad didn't. At times like this, that would be the only way I would be able to tell them apart. However, I knew that the way Brad looked at me would also give him away. Chad never looked at me with the love that Brad did.

Brad's organ was rigid again. He reached over and pulled me against his hard body. "Let's go get in the tent for a little while," he suggested, before kissing me on the lips. "We don't want to burn anything important, now do we?"

I wrapped my hand around his stiff rod and stroked it a few times. "We sure don't," I replied.

Brad grabbed the beach towel and shook the sand out of it. He carefully dried me off, then I used it to dry him off, spending an extra amount of time on his organ and pubic hair.

I crawled into the tent and lay down on the sleeping bag. It was a double. Brad crawled in and lay down next to me, then reached over and closed the flap to the tent. "No one should bother us, but this will give us a chance to put our briefs on in case they do," he said.

"It might get awful hot in here with the flap closed," I said, stroking his hard organ, again.

He grinned at me. "It's going to get hot in here, anyway," he said, seductively.

"Mm, I can't wait," I replied. I kissed him on the lips as I continued stroking him.

"Mm, that feels so good, babe," he gasped. "Is that little ass of your still ready?"

I grinned at him and pushed him down on his back. "Not yet," I replied. "I've got something else planned for you right now."

"Oh, really? What's that?" he asked.

"You'll see," I replied. I kissed him again, then I kissed my way down his hard chest and stomach, stopping for only a moment to flick my tongue across his hard nipples. I didn't go as slow as he had on me, but I was driving him crazy, I could tell.

As I took his organ in my mouth again, he placed his hand under my chin and started to pull me back up. "Baby you know you can't make me cum that way again."

I shook my head and smiled. "I'm not trying to," I replied. "I'm just trying to make you feel good."

"Mm, that you are doing," he admitted.

I spread his legs and continued kissing his hard organ. He lay back and closed his eyes. I watched his handsome face as I flicked my tongue across the ridge at the base of his head. I kissed my way down to his sack, then nuzzled his sack. Taking one ball in my mouth, I buried my nose in his warm soft bush. Using my hands, I raised his legs up and spread them, exposing his pink puckered hole. I gently licked my way down to that hot hole. I had rimmed him several times in our two years together, but not nearly as often as he had rimmed me.

"Oh, yeah, Kris, eat my ass," he moaned as I flicked my tongue over his rosebud. I stuck my tongue as deep in his hole as I could get it. I loved the flavor of him. He rubbed my head and pressed his hips against my face as I continued to eat him out. Using my hand, I gently continued to stroke his meat as I feasted on his ass. I could tell by his facial expressions that he was in heaven.

After a few minutes, he gasped, "Oh baby, I want my dick up your tight ass."

I kissed his sack again as I raised up. "Get a condom ready, baby," I whispered. He grinned and rolled over on his stomach as he reached for his suitcase. He had put our toiletries bag in it after we got out to the car, but I had already gotten in the car, that's why I didn't notice that he had only packed one suitcase.

Even though we had been together for two years now and we had both been tested for Aids recently and we were both clean, I still insisted that he use a condom when he fucked me, because he always shot so much cum, I'd have the shits for days if he didn't wear one. Brad raised up on his knees while he opened his suitcase. I kissed his firm round bottom and, placing my hands on his cheeks, spread them wide so that I could continue rimming him. He moaned and pressed back against me, placing his hands on the ground. "Oh baby, that's so good," he gasped.

I stuck a finger inside him. He gasped again. He was not a virgin, but he had told me that he had only been fucked once and didn't care for it. That made us the perfect couple because I didn't like to fuck, either. I moved my index finger around in his tight hole for a few minutes. He didn't stop me. I could tell he was enjoying it. I had never gone this far before. I usually just rimmed him for a while, then he'd fuck me.

I gently pressed another finger into his love hole. "Baby, what are you doing?" he moaned. "That feels so good."

Obviously, the person he had let fuck him before, hadn't done a good job of it. I replaced my fingers with my tongue again. He pressed back against me, burying my nose in his ass crack. I had to move a little so I could breathe. Slowly, I began kissing my way up his strong, smooth, tanned back. When my hips got even with his, I kissed him gently on the back of the neck. "I love you, Brad," I whispered.

"Mm. I love you, too, Kristopher," he moaned.

As gentle as he had been to me, nearly every night for the past two years, I eased the head of my hard rod into his love hole. He flinched as I broke past the tight sphincter, but he didn't stop me. I kissed him on the ear and ran my tongue around the outside. He giggled and turned a little to face me, pressing his hips against me, driving my hard organ all the way into him.

Placing my hands on his hips, I slowly begin to pump. I didn't like doing doggy-style because he couldn't hold me while he did me and it made my knees hurt. I preferred missionary- style. That way I could hold him and kiss him while he drove his hard rod into me. However, my rod wasn't as long as his, so it wouldn't have worked for me to do missionary-style to him. I still couldn't believe that I was so horny for him that I was actually fucking him.

Doing what I had done to him so many times, he squeezed his ass muscles around my swollen member. It was actually feeling better with Brad than it had ever felt before. Maybe it was just because I was in love with him and I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

I reached underneath him and my hand was met by a wet blob of pre-cum that streamed out of his hard rod down to the sleeping bag. "You gonna cum up my ass, babe?" he asked as I began speeding up. I didn't respond, but I tried to hold off. I pressed my cock deep inside him and held very still. I grabbed his cock and slowly started stroking it. He moaned and started pressing back and forth on my rod, all the way up against my bush. He was riding me and making his cock slip faster and faster through my wet hand.

"I'm getting close, baby," I gasped. I could feel my testicles contract up inside their sack. My body trembled. I pulled out of his ass one moment before I squirted a stream of cum out across his back. My body writhed uncontrollably for a moment, then another blast hit him in the back of the head, sticking to his short brown hair.

"I made a mess," I gasped. I couldn't move. That had been the best orgasm I had ever had.

He turned to face me, but didn't let his back touch the sleeping bag. "Are you going to be able to clean it up, or am I going to have to go jump in the lagoon?" he asked.

I couldn't catch my breath. "I think you'd better go jump in the lake," I tried to tease. I reached over and took his still hard member in my left hand and the condom he held in my other hand. "But hurry, because I want this inside me, now."

I was drenched with sweat and so was he. It was very hot in the small confines of the pup-tent. I still hadn't caught my breath. He raised up and grabbed me and drug me out the door. "Come on baby," he said, "let's both get cooled off a little. We have the rest of the weekend to get this monster up your ass. We're in no hurry."

We dove into the cool water. I gasped for air. It was colder now than it had been earlier, but that was only because we were hot and sweaty. I grinned and pressed my body against him. "You might not be in any hurry," I replied, "but I am dying to get that monster up my ass."

"Mm, I like that idea, too," he replied, tenderly. He placed his warm strong hand on my hip and kissed me on the lips.

He lead me back to the beach again and, again, we dried each other off. This time he left the flap open as we lay down on the sleeping bag. It was still a little stuffy in the hot tent, but he opened a little window at the back and the gentle breeze blew through the tent, cooling our hot bodies a little. "I guess I should have done that earlier, but I forgot it was there," he admitted.

He grinned down at me and said, "Now, where were we?"

I pulled him down against me and kissed him. "I love you," I replied.

"I love you, too," he said, picking up the condom that I had left laying on the edge of the bag.

Brad had not lost his erection. He opened the condom and I slipped it down over his hard member. Spreading my legs, I guided his hard rod to my opening. "It's been a while since I got you ready," he said, "are you sure it's ready?"

"Maybe you'd better check," I admitted.

Brad spat on his fingers and pressed a one of them up inside me. I moaned. I was still ready for him. He added another finger just to make sure. Then another. He spat on his fingers again. Using the saliva, he stroked his condom-clad dick. I spread my legs a little further and he placed one hand on my knee and used the other to guide himself into my waiting love hole. Ever so gently, he eased himself in. I gasped as the head broke through the tight muscle, but it didn't hurt, it just felt fantastic. Brad placed his arms around my thighs and pulled me against him, pressing his hard rod deep inside me. I moaned again as I felt his warm soft bush press against my testicles.

Brad grinned and lay down on top of me, kissing me gently on the lips. "You've been wanting this all day, haven't you sweetheart?"

"I sure have, babe," I replied. I wrapped my arms around his strong body and kissed him on those full, luscious lips.

Brad kissed me and started to pump slowly. I raised my hips up to greet him on each downward stroke. We had our rhythm. Nothing in this world could ever feel better to me than having the man I loved with all my heart, pressing his eight-inch rod deep inside me while he lay on top of me, kissing me on the lips while I ran my hands over his strong smooth sides and back.

After a few minutes had passed, I noticed Brad speed up. He had never come this quick on the second time around, but I did know that after me fucking him and us spending time in the water, his body might have considered it was the first time again.

"No, baby," I whispered against his mouth. "Stop. Wait a few minutes. I want to make this last a long time."

"I'll try, baby," he whispered. Kissing me on the lips, Brad pressed his hard rod all the way in and held it there for a moment. I felt it expand inside of me. There was no stopping him, even though he did try to hold it. His body trembled. I clung to his strong body as his organ exploded deep inside me. I kept my mouth closed over his and he let out a muffled cry and collapsed on top of me.

"Oh, baby," he gasped. "I'm sorry, I tried. I think you're getting better every time."

I gently squeezed his nice round buttocks. "It's okay, sweetheart," I said, pulling him down with his head against mine. "I love you. I think you're getting better every time, too."

"Mr. Peterson? Mr. Peterson?" I heard an unfamiliar voice call. I woke up and looked around. I lay with my head on Brad's shoulder. His arm was around me. The flap of the tent was open and the stranger was looking in at us. Brad and I were still nude and uncovered.

The stranger smiled at me as I sat up. "Sorry to wake you up, Mr. Brown," he said. "But your lunch is here."

Brad stirred. "Honey, lunch is here," I whispered, grabbing my briefs and pulling them on.

"Good," Brad replied. "Thanks, Jack," he said, sitting up and grabbing his briefs. "We'll be right out."

"Very well, Mr. Peterson," Jack said.

The little stretch of beach we were on was only about twenty feet long. It was the only place around the entire lagoon where anyone could comfortably camp. There was an old tree at the end of the beach. It's branches provided good shade for that part of the beach and also hung out over the water. There was a younger, smaller tree on the end we were and it's branches protected our tent a little from the suns hot rays.

I didn't know how long Brad and I had slept, but it was noon now. The stranger, to my surprise, had placed a card table on the beach underneath the old tree. It was covered with a white table cloth and there were three silver covered dishes setting on the table. One in the middle, two on each side where a place-setting was. I couldn't believe that Brad had had a caterer bring us lunch, but I had been wondering what we were going to do for food, since we hadn't brought anything to eat and neither one of us cared to fish, either.

"I'm so glad you found us, Jack," Brad said, pulling a chair out for me.

"The Wilkins showed us where you are," he admitted. "They were surprised when we showed up."

"I bet," Brad replied, taking his place across from me.

"I hope you enjoy your meal," Jack said. He poured us both a glass of iced tea.

Brad thanked him and raised his glass in a toast. "Here's to the man I love," he said. "The last two years have been the happiest two years of my life. I am anxious to spend the rest of my life with you, Kris."

I beamed. "I'll drink to that," I replied. "I feel the same way, on both accounts."

Neither one of us realized how thirsty we were, we wound up drinking the entire glass of refreshing cold liquid in almost one gulp. Jack smiled and refilled our glasses.

We took a small sip and set them down on the table. Jack put his hand on top the two covered dishes in front of us. Brad placed his hand on top of Jack's. "Now Kris," he said. "This isn't going to be as good as your cooking, but I think you'll enjoy it."

"If you arranged it, sweetheart," I said, "I'm sure it will be fantastic. Besides, I'm starving."

Brad grinned and let go of Jack's hand. Jack removed the covers off the dishes in front of us at the same time. Then he removed the one in the center. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing and crying at the same time. The catered covered dish meal we were about to receive was nothing more than two hamburgers from our favorite burger joint located just down the street from our apartment. On the center plate was a large box of fries. Brad and I always shared a large box.

Brad's brown eyes sparkled as he smiled at me. A look of hope on his handsome face. "I love it," I said, in answer to his unspoken question. Leaning across the table, I kissed him and said, "I love you, too. Thank you so much for this weekend."

"My pleasure," he replied. "I love you, too."

The water fall and a few birds that we couldn't see were the only sounds we heard while we ate. Jack disappeared into the brush, but he seemed to be there every time our glasses needed a refill.

"I have to admit," I said, dipping a fry in ketchup, "I was wondering what we were going to eat, besides each other, this weekend."

He grinned at me. "Well, man doesn't live by protein alone, sweetheart," he said. "Jack will be back at six with dinner, then in the morning at eight with breakfast. Since your dad will be here to get us at noon, we'll do lunch later."

"Thank you again, Brad," I said, wiping the last of the ketchup off my mouth. "I love you so much. I can't believe you did this."

Holding up his left hand, he said, "I can't believe you did this. This is way too much and I love you so much for doing it. You mean the world to me, too, sweetheart." Brad stood up and pulled me to my feet. He kissed me gently on the lips and held me tight.

"I love you, too, Brad," I whispered.

We stood there holding each other for a few minutes.

"Excuse me, sir," Jack said. "Would you like for us to clear the table now?"

"Certainly," Brad replied. He put his arm around me and guided me back over to the tent. Another man whom I thought looked familiar, but I couldn't place, helped Jack clear the table.

"You might as well leave the table here, Jack," Brad said. "That way you won't have to carry it back out here later."

"Thank you, sir," Jack said. I noticed they also left a cooler setting underneath the table.

"If you want something to drink, there's plenty of soda in the cooler," Jack said, following my gaze.

"Thank you," I replied. "And thanks for bringing us lunch."

"My pleasure," he replied.

He grinned at Brad and he and the other guy who looked so familiar to me, left, taking the table cloth and the dishes we had used.

"What catering service was that?" I asked as Brad nuzzled my neck.

"Mm, what catering service?" he asked, pulling me closer to him and kissing me on the lips so I couldn't respond.

"Let's go make sure your sea shells are okay," he whispered as he broke the kiss.

I got the hint he wasn't going to answer my question, so I didn't pry. He reached into the tent and pulled out the T-shirts that we had worn to the island that morning. "You'd better put this on, sweetheart," he said. "I don't want all those guys out there getting horny with you just wearing that skimpy bikini."

He slipped his T-shirt on and I asked, "Are you sure it's not you that's going to be getting horny, instead of them?"

His response was to smile and reach into the tent again. This time retrieving the shorts we had worn. He kissed me on the lips as he handed them to me. "Honey, you can wear a gunny-sack and I'd still get horny looking at you."

I pressed my body against him and he wrapped his arms around me. "Maybe we should lay back down for a while before going to check on the shells," I whispered against his mouth.

"Mm, maybe we should," he agreed. He kissed me gently then added, "but I think we need to wait a little while. Let my sack build up another big wad for you. I still can't believe the way I blasted when you kissed it earlier, or the way I blasted inside of you."

I noticed he didn't mention that I had fucked him. We hadn't talked about it. I wasn't going to bring it up, for fear that he might have really been mad at me for doing him. "Okay, I like your big loads," I replied, kissing him on the cheek. "I love you anyway I can get you."

He smiled and chuckled, but just put his arm around me and guided me toward the outer beach without saying anything.

The sea shells had not been bothered. The Wilkins' had moved over to where our tent had been, to guard them. Several of the other campers had gotten together and set up a volley ball net and they were playing volley ball.

"Hi, Brad, Kris," Stella said, noticing us come out onto the beach. "How's your anniversary going?"

"Great," Brad replied. "Thanks for sending the caterers in for us and keeping everyone else out."

"Our pleasure," Harvey said, winking at Stella. I frowned as Brad led me around to look at the sea shells again. I wished I could remember where I had seen that second guy.

"How are you going to take them home with you?" Stella wanted to know. "Or are you going to leave them here?"

"Kris' dad is bringing us a big sack to put them in, when he comes back tomorrow," Brad replied.

"How many of them are there?" a freckled red-head asked as she caught the volley ball right before it crashed into the Wilkins' tent.

"Three hundred," he replied, to my surprise. I was dying to ask him how much they cost, but I would have been upset if he had asked how much the ring - the one that I did not get out of a Cracker Jack box - cost, including the engraving, so I held my tongue.

"We just lost this game," the red-head said. "Would you like to join us for a game?"

I did not care for sports and Brad knew it. He looked at me and I shrugged. "If you want to, I'm game," I replied.

"Maybe just one?" he asked.

"Okay."

I noticed Harvey give Stella a "why won't you ever do that?" look, but neither of them said anything. I also noticed that neither of the Wilkins played, either.

Brad and I were on the same team. If the ball came to me, I hit it to him, then he'd send it over the net for a point. We had just won our forth game when the red-head, who happened to be on the other team, said, "I think we should split Kris and Brad up. They're too good together."

Brad wrapped his arm around me and smiled. "Sorry, Jessica," he said, "Kris is mine. I either play with him or no one."

Jessica blushed. A couple of the guys snickered.

I smiled as Brad frowned. He hadn't caught what he had said. "I think I'm ready to go get one of those sodas," I said, before Brad could embarrass us further by asking what he had said.

I thanked everyone for letting us play and for letting us have the lagoon to ourselves and we headed back inland.

"Are you going to come back and watch the sun set?" Stella asked, us as we walked by their tent.

We would not be able to enjoy it from our inner sanctuary. Brad and I both remembered the beautiful sunset we had witnessed on the island back in the summer, after the storm. But we hadn't been alone that evening. We wouldn't be alone today, either.

"We'll see," Brad replied, taking my hand.

"Okay, well, if you want to, you can sit here with us," Stella offered.

"Thanks," Brad replied.

I glanced at my watch for the first time all afternoon as Brad grabbed us a couple of cold sodas out off the cooler that Jack had left. "Thanks, hon," I said, taking it from him. "I can't believe it's already five-thirty."

"You're kidding?" he said, looking at his own watch. "I can't either." He leaned over and kissed me. "Thanks for playing ball with me. I enjoyed it."

"So did I," I admitted. "I love you."

"I love you, too, sweetheart," he said. "You wanna jump in the lagoon for a minute before dinner gets here?"

"Sure." I set my soda on the table and stripped to my bikini briefs. Since our dinner was on the way, there was no way I was going to expose myself to Jack again.

As I dove into the crystal clear water, I wondered what Jack would be bringing for dinner. I loved Brad so much that if it was another hamburger, I wouldn't mind one bit.

Brad pulled me into his arms and kissed me. "I love you, Kris," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Brad. I'm having a blast."

"I am, too," he said.

"I do have a major problem, though," I admitted.

"What's that?" he asked, looking at me, worriedly.

"I gotta go potty," I said.

He grinned. "I was wondering when you were going to do that," he said. "Actually, I gotta go, too. Come on, let's hurry so we can get back before Jack gets here."

Brad lead me out of the water and over the rocks, then down a little path to the south of the one we had been taking to get into the lagoon and back to the outer beach. Of the few times we had been there, except for the time we were on the boat, we had never had to go potty, only to urinate and we usually just went behind a tree to do that. Therefore, I was surprised when we came out on a small clearing where there was a brick building that had a sign above the door that said, "Restrooms". We went into the one marked "Men" and I was even more surprised to discover there were three stalls, two urinals and three sinks. At the back of the room there were three shower stalls.

"Are you sure we're not supposed to be paying to use this?" I asked, closing a stall door.

He took the stall next to me and replied, "We do, baby. It's included in the property taxes everyone who owns a house or something pays every month. Therefore, every time we dole out the money for the rent, it gets paid for. There are a lot of people who are property owners who don't know that, but it was voted on about three years ago. The public passed it."

After we finished relieving ourselves, we washed up at the sink, using the soap that was provided. "We can come back and get a shower before we go to bed," Brad said, as we headed back to the lagoon.

"Good idea," I said. "I'd like to get this sweat and sun tan lotion off before going to bed."

"Well, I'm sure that we'll work up a little more sweat before we go to sleep," Brad replied with a grin, "but it'd be nice to get refreshed first."

When we got back to the lagoon, Brad got a couple of beach towels out and spread them out on the sand. He lay down and pulled me down into his arms. "I love you, Kris," he said, kissing me gently on the cheek. "I hope you've had as good of a day as I have."

I snuggled against him and kissed him on the lips before replying. "I sure have," I said.

Brad pulled me up a little and kissed me on the lips again. I ran my hand over his hard abs and had just placed my hand on his growing organ when we heard, "No, Tony, I didn't forget it."

Brad pulled out of my arms and we looked up just in time to see Jack jump down off the rocks. Tony, the guy I hadn't remembered where I had seen before, handed him a cooler and then jumped down onto the sand. "Hi, guys," Brad said, getting up. "Do we need to dress for dinner?"

"Only if you want to," Jack replied.

I noticed Tony run his eyes approvingly over Brad's firm, bronzed body. When his green eyes landed on Brad's package, which the red bikini briefs hardly covered, a bulge developed in his own shorts. Not realizing that anyone was watching him, he quickly removed the lid of the cooler and took out the table cloth and held it in front of him while he waited for Jack to wipe the table down so he could spread it on the table.

Our dinners were already on covered plates in the cooler. I wasn't sure how they stayed warm, until I stepped over to sit down, and noticed there was no ice in the cooler.

Tony disappeared over the rocks and returned a moment later with another cooler that had fresh ice in it. Jack prepared our iced tea and we sat down to eat. This time, Jack had placed only two covered dishes on the table. He removed the silver covers. I grinned and looked up at Brad. "Thank you," I said. "I love it."

The meal was grilled chicken smothered in mushroom sauce on a bed of rice. Brad grinned at me. "You'd better taste it before you say that, Kris," he said. "I don't know if these guys can cook or not."

Jack placed a basket of croissant rolls on the table between us. "If you don't like it," he said, "you can tell the chef when you see her tomorrow afternoon when you pick up Mr. Peterson's car. Tony and I are only the delivery boys, we don't cook."

"You mean Mom made this?" I asked.

"She insisted," Brad replied with a shrug, but scowled at Jack for telling me that. "I tried to tell her that breakfast would be enough, but she wanted to. And you know your mom, you don't argue with her when she wants to do something for you."

I smiled. "That's true."

Jack and Tony disappeared again and Brad and I held hands while we ate. "This is great," I said. "I'll have to get his recipe from Mom. If you like it, that is."

"Mm, I'd love for you to make this, babe," he replied, spreading butter on another croissant.

I put my fork down and took a sip of tea. "Does Jack work at the bank, too?" I asked.

His hand paused as he started to take a bite of rice. "What makes you ask that?" he asked.

"When I heard Jack say Tony's name, I remembered where I'd seen Tony before. He works at the bank with you."

Brad glanced in the direction of where they had disappeared, took a deep breath and sighed. "I forgot that you had seen him," Brad admitted. "Yeah. They both work there. It was real nice of them to volunteer to do this. I rented the boat and talked your mom into doing breakfast this morning. She really did insist on doing dinner tonight. I know we both like burgers from Barry's Burger Barn, so I had them pick up some from there for lunch. Mom supplied the table, table cloth and coolers. And, believe it or not, your grandmother supplied the silver covered dishes, the dishes and she'll be making breakfast for us in the morning."

I wasn't surprised that Grandma would do that, but I was surprised that Grandpa would let her. He had never said anything, but he didn't approve of "his little boy" as he called me, since I was his youngest grandchild, being gay.

After we finished eating, Tony brought out a portable cassette player and set it on the table. Brad pulled me to my feet and nodded to Tony. He turned it on and it began playing 'our song', which was "When We Make Love," by Alabama.

Brad held me close while we danced to our song, shuffling our feet in the warm sand, to the beat of the music. When the song finished, Brad kissed me gently on the lips. "I love you, Kris," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Brad," I replied. We kissed again for a while, then we turned back to the table.

Jack and Tony were gone, but had left fresh glasses of iced tea on the table for us. The cooler was underneath the table again. It was obvious they wouldn't be back before morning.

Brad sat down on the chair he had used and I sat down in his lap. I ran my hand over his hard, smooth chest. "I think Tony's in love with you," I said.

He grinned at me and ran his strong hand down my back. "Isn't everyone?" he asked.

"You jerk," I replied, returning his grin. I kissed him on the lips. "Everyone but Grandpa, that is."

He laughed. "I think I've got him bending a little, though," he said. "But you know what's most important?" he asked, seriously. Our faces were so close our lips were almost touching.

"What's that?" I asked.

"That you are the only one that I love."

I smiled and kissed him. "I love you so much, Brad," I said. I slipped off his lap, down on the sandy beach, between his legs. I kissed him on the lips and then started slowly kissing his hard body, downward. His organ was erect and poking out the top of his tight red briefs by the time I got down to it. I took him in my mouth and slowly began to suck his hard cock. It wasn't long before I was rewarded. He leaned back and moaned softly. I was surprised he kept from yelling, but he did. He blasted his hot load down my throat, then he pulled me up and kissed me on the lips.

Without saying a word, he continued to kiss me and pushed me back onto the white sand onto my back. Laying down on top of me, we wrapped our arms around each other and continued to kiss.

A few moments later, he raised up and pulled my bikini off. Without uttering a word, he spread my legs and dove for my love hole. He pressed his hot tongue inside me and slowly stroked my hard member with his hand as he rimmed me. After a few minutes, he got up and pulled me to my feet. He slipped out of his tight briefs and tossed them over onto the chair with mine. He took me by the hand and kissed me as he lead me down into the water, washing the white sand from our hot bodies. Pushing me down on my back in the water against the beach, he reached under the water and used it to lubricate my love hole some more. My head lay on the sand, but the rest of my body was in the water. Brad never stopped kissing me as he pressed two fingers up inside me, then gently added a third.

Brad could tell by my moans and the way I held him when I was ready. He raised up and spread my legs a little further, then he eased his hard member up inside me. I was ready for him when he pressed all the way in up to his bush.

The noise of the water fall didn't block out the sloshing, sucking sound that our rhythm created in the shallow water. We were thankful that we were far enough from the others that they couldn't hear us. Though we had made love in several different positions and places in our two years together, including in the shower with both of us standing up, we had never done it under water before. "Oh, Kris," Brad gasped, "you ass feels great under water."

"So does your dick," I replied. I kissed him again and then added, "but then, your dick feels great anywhere."

"I love you, too, baby," he replied.

The suns last rays sent a splash of gold across the sky as I leaned back and pressed my ass up to greet Brad's hard cock. He pressed in and kissed me on the lips. I felt him expand. There was no time for him to pull out before he blasted his wad up my ass. I knew I was going to have the shits for days, but I didn't care. All that mattered was that his dick was inside me, he lay on top of me with my arms around his strong body and his lips were pressed firmly against mine, with his hot tongue exploring my mouth.

"I love you, baby," he gasped. "I'm sorry I came in you."

"I'm not," I replied. I pulled him back down and continued to kiss him.

The moon was shining brightly down onto the little lagoon and reflected off the clear water, making the area almost as bright as though it were daylight, when I woke up some time later. Brad still lay on top of me. His head next to mine.

I rubbed his strong body. "Baby, get up," I whispered.

Brad moaned and pressed against me. His cock had gone limp, but hadn't slipped all the way out of my ass hole. I could feel it growing inside me as he started nuzzling my neck. Since we always used a condom, he had never stayed inside me after he came, because he always pulled out and took it off. The feeling of him growing erect inside me, felt better than anything I could ever imagine.

His warm lips found mine and we kissed for a few minutes as he grew totally erect. He smiled down at me and whispered, "What's the matter, is my baby getting horny again?"

"Well, I wasn't, but now that my baby is, I am, too," I replied.

He grinned that grin and kissed me gently on the lips. "I'm just horny for you, babe," he whispered. As he started to pump, I pulled him down to me and kissed him hard on those luscious lips.

"And I'm just horny for you," I replied.

"I'm all yours," he said. "Anytime you want my big dick, you can have it."

"Mm, I love you. I love that big dick in me, too." I moaned and we found our rhythm. The water slapped against us as he pumped in and out and I rose to greet him on every plunge.

He sped up a few minutes later. He pressed his lips against my mouth and gasped, "Can I cum in you again, sweetheart?"

"Oh, yeah," I whispered. "I love the feel of your big dick expanding inside me and squirting your hot wad deep into me."

"And I love squirting inside you. I love the feel of your arms around me while I lay on top of you and stick my big dick deep inside your tight ass and fill you full of cream."

"And I love the feel of your warm, strong body laying on top of me and your warm lips on mine while you plunge your big dick in me and squirt."

"Oh, shit. That did it baby," he gasped. He pressed his eight-inch rod deep inside me and kissed me hard on my lips. His tongue probed my mouth and I felt his hard rod expand. His body trembled as he blasted his wad deep inside me.

"Oh, Kris, I love you," he gasped. My own body trembled as I kissed him again. Even though neither of us had actually touched it, my own member responded to the love that he had given me. I blasted my load between us. The water wasn't totally covering me, so it couldn't wash away my semen.

Brad raised up and grinned. "I love you so much, baby," I said. He leaned down and kissed me again.

"You are the only man for me, sweetheart," he whispered.

"And you're the only person for me," I replied.

He collapsed on top of me again and we continued to kiss.

After a few minutes of heavy kissing, he raised up and took a deep breath. "You wanna go get that shower, babe?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied. Brad got up and I dove into the cool clear water to wash the cum off my chest and stomach.

When I got out, Brad handed me a towel and I wrapped it around my waist. He got one, too and wrapped it around his, then, grabbing the toiletries bag, we headed toward the showers.

I shivered and snuggled closer to Brad's warm body. I couldn't believe how cold I was. I pulled the top of the sleeping bag up to my chin and opened my eyes. Brad had left the little window at the back of the tent open and the flap open, too. It was just starting to get light outside. I glanced at my watch and sighed. Daylight Savings time hadn't ended yet, so it was later than I realized. Jack and Tony were due in half an hour. I glanced up at Brad's handsome face. Even though he was a pre-mature ejaculator, the first time, I didn't think I'd better try for a quicky before they got there. Besides, after our shower, we had managed to spend an hour working on his second orgasm. It had been two-fifteen before we both finally collapsed in each others arms and went to sleep.

I snuggled in closer to Brad and lay my head on his shoulder. I couldn't believe that we had been together for two years and I still couldn't get enough of him. The best thing, though, he couldn't get enough of me, either. I looked up at his handsome face. He needed to shave. He looked so sexy with a days growth of beard. I had tried to get him to grow at least a mustache, but he didn't care for it. "Besides," he had said with a deep sexy chuckle, "then you wouldn't have to pull my pants down to be able to tell Chad and I apart." He, of course, was referring to the mole at the edge of his pubic hair. I hadn't asked him to do that until after I had discovered that Chad didn't have that mole and Chad had gotten a tan.

Brad took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He looked at me, sleepily. He grinned the grin that drove me wild. "Wow," he said, softly. "What a great thing to see when I first open my eyes, the face of the only person for me."

I smiled. A warm feeling engulfed me, sending the cold chill of the morning breeze far away. I kissed him on the lips. "I love you so much, Brad," I whispered.

He wrapped his warm strong arms around me and pulled me against him. "Cum 'ere," he said. "I need to hold you."

"Mm, I need you to hold me," I replied. He pushed me over onto my back and rolled over on top of me, burying his face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled the sleeping bag up over his back.

"Oh, baby," he whispered. "I wish we didn't have to go home today. I wish we could just lay here and hold each other this way forever."

"I'd like that, too," I agreed. "Of course, you'd have to move over just a little every now and then to get that big dick up inside me."

Brad raised up and grinned at me. "Yeah, we'd definitely have to do that," he replied. "But Jack and Tony should be here pretty soon, so I think I'll just lay here and hold you this way as long as I can."

"I like that idea, too." I pulled him down and kissed him on those luscious lips. Then he nuzzled my neck again and we held each other while we waited for the "caterers" to arrive.

"Brad? Kris?" Harvey Wilkins' voice came through the open flap of the tent.

Brad raised up and yawned. I looked at my watch as he turned to see what Harvey wanted. It was eight-forty-five. We had fallen back asleep, with him lying on top of me.

Brad held the sleeping bag up to his waist and looked out the door of the tent. "Morning, Harvey," he said.

"Morning. Sorry to wake you up," Harvey said. "The water's getting choppy. Everyone else went back about an hour ago. The weather report is that the cold front hit this morning about four. The Coast Guard is advising everyone to get in off the lake. If you want to go back to the marina with Stella and I, we'd be glad to take you, but we need to leave now. And it's forty-four degrees, so you will want to get dressed. The wind chill is about twenty."

Dad had not left us a radio, so we had no way of contacting him. I knew that as windy as it was, he wouldn't be able to come get us in the helicopter, either, but I was surprised that Jack and Tony hadn't shown up, unless the place Brad had rented the boat from wouldn't let them out with the water being choppy and the weather the way it was, which was possible.

Brad looked back at me as I reached for our suitcase. I was thankful that he had packed our sweat suits. "We'd better go with them," I said. "We can call Dad when we get to the marina or use their radio."

"Okay, thanks Harvey," Brad said. "We'll be right out."

"We won't have room for your tent," Harvey said. "But it should be okay as long as you leave it there. We can take your cooler, but not the table and chairs."

"That's okay," Brad said. He closed the flap of the tent. "Shit," he said as I pulled my sweatpants on. "I wasn't ready to leave yet."

"I know baby," I replied, handing him his sweats. "I'm not either, but we'd better not get stranded out here. If it wasn't so cold, it wouldn't be so bad, but we don't have any food or anything to make a fire with."

He grinned at me as he pulled his sweatpants on. "Well, we could keep warm, but you're right, we need more than just protein to live on for a few days."

Brad closed the little window and we got out of the tent. When he stood up, I gasped, "Oh, honey, you need to put your briefs on." The flimsy sweatpants did nothing to hide the six- inch bulge of his limp member. "I, personally don't care, but we're going to be with Stella and Harvey and I don't want them getting horny."

He looked down at his midsection. "Yeah, I guess you're right, babe," he replied. He headed over to the table where we had left our bikini briefs. Harvey had returned to the outer beach, so we were alone again. Brad quickly removed his sweatpants and donned his briefs, then he pulled the sweatpants back on. "That better?" he asked.

"Actually, no, but since we're not going to be alone, yes."

"You get the suitcase," he said. "I'll carry the cooler."

Brad picked up my bikini and stuffed it in his shirt pocket, then he picked up the cooler and we headed to the outer beach. Stella and Harvey had taken their tent down and put it in their little motor boat. I wondered if we would fit with their tent, cooler and our cooler.

I took a moment to glance back at the sea shells as we climbed into their boat. "I'm sorry we can't take them with us," Harvey said, noticing my look. "But they should be okay until you can get back and get them."

"I hope so," I replied.

Brad sunk into the back of the boat with his back to our cooler, which he had placed against their tent. "Cum 'ere, baby," he said, pulling me into his lap. "We can sit back here and stay warm."

I snuggled into his lap with my back against his chest. He spread his legs next to mine. My bottom pressed against his organ. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck. "This won't be too bad," he said.

I noticed the radio hanging on the bottom of the dash next to the wheel. "Harvey, would you mind calling the Coast Guard and having who ever is there get a message to my parents for me?"

"Sure," he replied. Stella sat down on one of the chairs and Harvey started the boat. After letting it warm up for a moment, he headed out into the choppy water.

"Wilkins One to Coast Guard HQ," he said into the radio.

"Coast Guard HQ is closed," a voice came back. "This is Coast Guard One. Can I help you? Over."

"I need to get a message to Captain Brown. I have his son, Kris here. We're coming in and Kris wanted him to know. Over."

"Just a second."

"Kris, you there? Over." Dad's voice came over the radio.

I got up and crawled up to the wheel. "Thanks," I said, taking the mic from Harvey. "Hi, Dad. Over."

"I'm glad you're coming in. Is everything okay?"

"Just fine. The water's pretty choppy, but we're holding up okay. Harvey said that everyone else left about seven-forty-five or eight. Our caterers didn't show up this morning at eight, so I thought it might be too bad for them to come out."

"Yeah, we're not letting anyone out of the marina. I can't get the chopper airborne, either. Where are you now? Over."

"We just pasted buoy seventeen," I replied. "We should be there in about fifteen minutes."

"Okay, son. I'll meet you at the marina. I've got my walkie-talkie with me, so call if you need anything and they'll get in touch with me. Over."

"Thanks, Dad," I replied. "Over and out."

"Coast Guard One, clear," he said.

"Thanks, Harvey," I said, replacing the mic.

"I'm glad you didn't get caught out there," he said. "It wouldn't be any fun to be stranded in a norther."

I crawled back into Brad's waiting arms and snuggled in for warmth.

"How often do you come out here?" Stella asked.

"Not near enough," Brad replied. "When I was in college, I'd bring my dates out here once in a while and we'd spend the weekend. But since Kris and I got together, our first time to be out here was back on Father's Day when we were out on my parents boat and a storm came up and we got shipwrecked on it. We've just been out here a few times since then, but haven't spent the night before, except when we were on the boat."

"You realize that your property taxes pay for you to use it, don't you?" Harvey asked.

"Yes. We rent an apartment, but we know all about that tax," Brad replied.

"We come out here every weekend during the summer. We were hoping to get one last nice weekend in before fall and it looks like we got it up until this morning. We won't be able to come back now until Spring. You'll probably be able to come back and get your stuff next weekend, though."

"As soon as Dad can get the chopper in the air, we'll probably have him bring us out to get it," I said.

"Good idea," Harvey agreed. "Or get a boat."

Dad was standing on the dock anxiously waiting for us when Harvey steered the boat into the marina. He smiled and waved as Harvey pulled into his space. "I guess I should have left you a radio," Dad said, pulling me out of the boat and hugging me.

"Next time you'd better. We lucked out that the Wilkins were nice enough to bring us back," I replied.

Dad shook their hands and thanked them for bringing us in.

"We weren't able to bring our tent or the sea shells," I said as Dad took the cooler from Brad. Brad handed me the suitcase then Dad pulled him up onto the dock.

"That's okay. We can go back and get it all later."

After thanking the Wilkins' again for all their help throughout the weekend, we got in Dad's Official Coast Guard Plymouth and he took us home.

"Thanks again, Ben," Brad said, hugging Dad. "Kris and I will come over later and get my car."

"I hope to be able to get home soon myself," Dad admitted, hugging me. "I hope you can stay for dinner if you do come over."

Brad looked at me. "Actually, it might not be until tomorrow before we get over there," he said. "I have some unfinished business to take care of this afternoon."

"Oh, well, if you can't make it, maybe Kris can come by himself," Dad replied.

Brad grinned. "No, the unfinished business involves Kris' anniversary present."

"Oh, I see," Dad replied. "Okay, then I'd better get back to work. I'll see you two when you come over to get the car."

Brad carried the cooler into our apartment and placed it on the floor in the kitchen. I took our suitcase into our bedroom and opened it up on the bed. I took the dirty clothes out of it and put them in the dirty clothes basket we kept in the closet.

Brad picked up the cordless phone off its base on the night stand and dialed a number. "Hi, Jack," he said after a few moments had passed. "We're home now. . . . Yeah, I wish you could have, too, but there's nothing you can do when the weather turns bad. Did you get breakfast from Mrs. Collins this morning?. . . I see. . . That's good. . .Okay, well, thanks a bunch to you and Tony going to all the trouble for us. Kris really enjoyed it. I just wish that we could have stayed a while longer. . . Yeah. Okay, I'll see you in the morning. Thanks again." Brad hung up and sighed.

"Your grandpa had already heard about the cold front coming in and had his scanner on, so he knew that they were calling everyone in off the lake. He didn't let your grandma make us breakfast. When Jack called her to see if it was about ready, he answered the phone and told them not to bother since they couldn't go out anyway."

"I'm surprised he didn't come get us," I said, putting the suitcase in the closet.

"I'm glad he didn't," Brad said. I turned around to leave the closet and ran right into him. He put his arms around me and kissed me. "I couldn't have held you in his boat like I got to in the Wilkins' boat."

I hugged him and returned his kiss. "I love you so much, Brad," I whispered.

"Mm, I love you, too, Kris. I hope you had a great anniversary. I sure did."

"I did, too," I replied. "But only because I was with you."

Brad pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it in the basket in the closet. Then he picked me up and lay me down on the bed. He gently pulled my sweatpants off. I had not put my bikini, so I was totally nude now. Brad's muscles rippled as he pulled his sweatshirt off over his head. In one motion, he stripped his sweatpants and bikini off. He wasn't erect and, to my surprise, he didn't' grow erect as he picked me up and pulled the cover back on the bed. He placed me on the sheet, then lay down mostly on top of me and pulled the cover up over us. "I love you so much, Kris, he said. He kissed me on the lips then pulled back, adjusting himself a little more comfortably on top of me.

"I love you," I replied.

He looked at me for a moment without saying anything. Then he sighed and placed his hand on my cheek and ran his fingers tenderly over it. "You know," he whispered, "some days I'll be sitting at my desk at work and will be right in the middle of something and I will see your cute face right in my monitor. I just stop and look over at your picture that I have on my desk and a warm feeling just sweeps over me. I just wonder what I would have done if you had slapped me and walked away at that party Dan gave. I can't believe how lucky I am that you didn't."

I smiled. Taking his hand from my cheek, I kissed it. "I love you so much, Brad," I said. "I have moments at work when I'm on the phone with someone and your face appears in my mind and I can't concentrate on the problem the customer is having," I said. "A couple of times I have had to put them on hold for a moment to get you off my mind."

He smiled. "I wonder if those are the same times."

"I guess we'll have to start marking them down and compare notes," I said.

"I have a feeling that we'd never get anything done if we did that," he admitted.

"Me, too."

We kissed again and he looked at me and said, "I wonder what I'd be doing right now if you had slapped the shit out of me and walked away."

"Oh, you'd probably be laying on top of Tony somewhere," I replied.

"Yeah, right," he said with a laugh.

"Why not?" I asked. "He's kind of cute. I saw him checking you out yesterday. He didn't see me watching him, though."

Brad looked at me again for a moment before he spoke. "I want you to know something, sweetheart," he said, softly. "I love you. I would never even think about having sex with anyone but you."

I smiled. "Double ditto for me, too," I said.

"But there was a time before I picked you up at Dan's party, when I did sleep with a few guys."

"No," I feigned surprise, but I couldn't keep from smiling.

He grinned. "About six months before we got together, I did screw around with Tony a few times."

"Oh," I said. I wasn't expecting him to admit to it if he had. We had never talked about our former lovers before.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I do see him daily, but he's just a friend. I know he's in love with me, but he's not for me. Only you are for me. His dick is the same size mine is. I have to admit I enjoyed playing with it back then, but he likes to top. You know I'm a top and don't care for bottoming. 'Member when I told you I let a guy do me once?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"It was Tony who topped me. My ass was sore for a month. Shit, I'm surprised yours isn't always sore as much as I fuck you. I know I'd never sit down again if Tony had done me as much as I do you. And he only did me once."

I smiled and put my hand on his cheek. "I love you," I said. "You must be more tender with my ass than he was with yours."

"That's possible, too," he replied.

Using my hand, I pulled his face closer to mine and kissed him. "Is your ass sore now?" I whispered. We still hadn't discussed me topping him in the tent the day before.

"No. As a matter of fact, it hasn't hurt at all since he did me."

"Bradley?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I won't ever do it again unless you want me to."

Brad looked into my eyes, then at my lips. Lowering his face to mine, he closed his eyes. The kiss was gentle. I pulled him closer to me as we continued to kiss. I could feel his hard member pressing against my leg.

"I love you so much, Kris," he whispered. "I can't believe how good it feelt to have your dick up my ass, but I thought you didn't like it."

"I was surprised that I had the best orgasm I've ever had when I pulled out and squirted over your back," I admitted. "I wouldn't mind doing it again, but I prefer your dick inside of me."

"Well, we won't commit to never doing it again, we'll just leave the option open to the moment."

"I like that idea," I said.

"I love you."

I pulled him closer and we continued to kiss. He rubbed his hard member against my leg. "Mm, I love you, too," I gasped, pressing my hard cock against his hip. "I want your dick up my ass," I whispered.

He smiled at me and raised up. He spread my legs. "Not yet, baby," he said, softly. He lay down on top of me. Pressing our swollen members together, he began to hump against me. He grinned and said, "Do you realize that I haven't had to jack off since I met you?"

"Well, you've jerked me off several times," I reminded him.

"Yeah, but I mean me."

"I haven't either," I replied.

He raised up a little and watched as he moved his cock back and forth along the base of mine. It felt so good. I placed one hand on his hip. I took both our rods in my other hand and gently squeezed them together as he continued to pump.

"Oh, baby that feels good," he gasped.

"It sure does," I moaned. I held on to our organs and began pumping my own hips, pressing us together in my hand.

"Oh, shit, I'm cumming," he gasped and leaned down to kiss me on the lips as he squirted his hot load across my chest. It hit us both in the chin.

Making sure not to get any on his chest, he raised up and grinned. He licked up his sperm off my chin and then licked his way down my chest, cleaning up the mess he made.

When my chest and stomach were clean, he raised up again and I licked his cream off his chin. He kissed me on the lips and then reached over to the night stand and pulled out a condom. I couldn't believe he was still erect, it usually took him at least a few minutes to get it up again before he was ready to fuck me. To my surprise, he didn't put the condom on, though. He tossed it on the bed beside me and raised my hips up. He bent over and took my hard member in his hot mouth and started sucking like only he could.

His tongue was driving me crazy. Before I could slow him down, my body trembled and I gasped as I blasted my semen down his hot throat. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my stomach and that hot, wonderful tongue of his was deep inside my ass. I'm still not sure how Brad had flipped me over so fast.

I moaned when he replaced his tongue with a finger. He eased it in gently. "Oh, Brad," I gasped, "I love you."

He didn't reply. He kissed me on the bottom and gently eased his finger in deeper. After moving it around a little, he pulled it out and flicked my rosebud with his tongue. He reached underneath me and took my soft organ in his warm hand and slowly stroked it. "Whatzamatter, babe?" he asked in his deep sexy voice that drove me almost as crazy as his grin did, "I'm not making you horny anymore? Maybe you'd be more happy with Tony or Jack."

"Oh, you know better than that," I replied. "You know I don't have to have a boner to be horny for your big cock. Get it in me, baby."

He chuckled and I heard the condom package rip as he plunged two fingers inside my ass hole. "Oh, yeah, I love you, Bradley."

Another finger went in. I moaned and he leaned down next to me. His warm strong body pressing against my back. He gently eased the head of his dick into my love hole. "Oh, yeah, Brad, your dick feels so good," I gasped as he pressed deeper inside me. "I love you so much, Bradley."

He chuckled and kissed me on the cheek. "Now that's what I like to hear. The man I love telling me he loves me while I ram my big dick up his perfect little ass."

"Mm, I love that big dick," I moaned.

Brad raised up. He placed his hands on my hips and spread my cheeks with his thumbs. He began to pump fast. I knew he was watching his hard cock go in and out of my ass hole.

I squeezed my ass muscles against his hard rod. "Oh, yeah, Kristopher," he gasped. "I love it when you do that."

I squeezed again. "I need to hold you, Brad," I whispered, pressing my bottom back against him as he plunged in.

"Mm, I like that idea," he replied. He pulled out and turned me over onto my back. Brad pushed my legs back and eased himself down on top of me, sliding his hard cock back inside me.

I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him on the lips as he started slowly pumping again. Our faces only inches apart, I rose to greet his hard rod on every downward motion. He grinned and said, "I like it better this way, too."

"I love holding you this way," I said. I kissed him again. He pressed his entire body down against mine and continued to move his hips back and forth. I continued moving mine. Rising to greet his hard rod as he drove it deep inside me. We were one. There was no one or nothing that could come between us when he was deep inside me this way, showing each other how much we loved each other. That's what it was all about. Pleasing each other. Loving each other. We were the only two people in the world at that moment.

Brad pressed his lips against mine and we continued to kiss and I felt his hard rod expand inside me. The condom caught his sperm as he squirted into it, inside of me, but I had his love and his heart. Bradley Peterson was all mine and I was the happiest person on the earth at that moment. He raised up and slipped the full condom off and tossed it in the trash can beside the bed, then lay down on top of me again. We continued to kiss and I was engulfed in the warmth of his love as the wind began to howl outside and sleet and snow began pelting the window beside the bed.

The End