As we lathered one another's bodies and kissed repeatedly my member stayed between his thighs, as it is fairly substantial and curved toward the floor like a banana. His is equally large, but stands almost straight up like a saluting soldier as it tapered off just above our navels. We are both circumcised. We ejaculated twice each this morning, and it wasn't even noon, yet we still sported rigid erections.
"How booked are you this week Aaron?" His hands slid over my butt cheeks and remained there as he pulled me to him.
"Well, actually, I have one remodel and two new constructions underway, but most of my decisions have already been made based on the current calendar, so I can pretty much make my own schedule. Why do you ask?"
"I have a little place in Turks and Caicos that seems to be calling my name. Do you think you might find the time to join me for a quick get-a-way?" I gasped as his right hand slipped between my cheeks and found its target.
"Why Mr. Clark, are you asking me out on a date?" His middle finger slipped in as he smiled.
"You will have been fully vetted, and your clearance should be approved within the hour." I could feel myself leaking again, which seemed impossible.
"Shall I take that as a yes?"
"You may, Mr. Fawcett." His index finger joined his middle finger as the soap smoothed the way.
"I suppose I could call my assistant. She can handle most things with a simple phone call, providing I am available by cell."
"Then it's settled. We can leave at one and be on the main island just after sundown."
I leaned back as he continued to explore me, and I blinked. "I couldn't possibly get home, pack, and get to the airport by one o'clock!"
"No need for any of those preliminaries. You are obviously the same size as me, in more ways than one, and anything we don't have we'll pick up in the islands."
I had worn clothes from his vast array of haberdashery in the enormous walk-in closets off the master suite, to breakfast, which fit like a glove. We even wore the same shoe size. I also realized, though it had not occurred to me at the time, Elsa was wearing a lovely cream-colored frock I had never seen her in before this morning. Who was this man?
"But we still have to get to the airport. How can we possibly leave by one?"
"Charles has already packed our bags and the helicopter can spirit us to the airfield where a private jet awaits our arrival."
"Helicopter? Jet?"
"Yes. There is a helipad on the roof of the South wing. I keep the jet for just such spontaneity as this. Will you join me?"
For a moment I felt a round of vertigo as I enjoyed the sensations his fingers were creating. I folded my hands together behind his neck, seeing my own reflection in his dark eyes. "Our bags? A bit presumptuous, don't you think?"
"Aaron, I want you with me, in me, on me, under me, and simply near me. Please forgive my optimistic approach, but I can think of little else since the moment my eyes found yours. Please make an old man happy and say yes."
"You are only two years my senior, and you are anything but old. My God! You're about to make me cum for the third time this morning!"
"Shall I take that as a yes, Mr. Fawcett?"
I held onto his neck with my left hand as I moved my right between our stomachs and began a rhythmic stroke in tandem with his two fingers. It wasn't long before we both shuddered and convulsed in unison. I may need to write to Guinness if this keeps up. Considering our ages, we had to be approaching some sort of world record.
And so it was. I found Elsa in her room and updated her as quickly as I could. She asked me to leave her the keys to my car, and kissed me square on the mouth, then hugged me so hard it almost broke a rib or two.
"You won't hate me for dashing off like this, I hope?"
"Aaron Fawcett, if you squander this opportunity at happiness, I will never forgive you. He is a dreamboat, and he wants you! I could pluck your eyes out for it because it isn't me, but you know I'm not that catty."
"My ass! Remember who you're talking to."
"Nonetheless, I have never seen this new glow you have. It suits you! And I have all but prayed to God you would eventually meet someone who could put such a look on your beautiful face. I love you, Aaron!"
"So you'll be okay if I dash off?" "Of course I'll be okay! Hans will see to it. It's bigger than my right arm, Aaron, and he knows how to use it. He's an absolute stallion, and God what a ride!"
He stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a white towel and wicked grin. I arched one eyebrow.
Fifteen minutes later, we lifted from the helipad, Elsa and Hans huddled together with their clothing whipping in the wind produced by the rotors. And off we went. Charles, Lars, and Drake were all seated just behind the pilot and co-pilot. Kent and I sat side by side in the two seats farthest back. There were still seven empty seats between us. It looked like a very large, luxurious limousine on the inside. The trip to Adams Field took less than ten minutes as we lowered to the tarmac.
"That's our ride." Kent was pointing to a large sleek plane that looked like something out of an "X-Files" episode. I don't know shit about airplanes, but it looked somewhat like a gigantic insect, and was painted jet black with tiny white lettering just below and behind the "stinger" at its pointed nose.
I looked at him and, once again, wondered Œwho is this man?' Half an hour later we were blasting through the sky at what seemed like supersonic speed, but then who am I to judge such things?
"I assume I passed the vetting process?"
"With flying colors."
"And just how much do you now know about me?"
"If I were to be honest, it might frighten you, Aaron. Suffice it to say, you are clear."
"When do I get to see your file?"
He pulled a ridiculously slim silver briefcase from a hidden compartment to the left side of his seat. Snapping the locks on both sides of the case, he popped it open.
"I thought you might ask, so I had a similar file prepared about me, for your perusal. Several of my details are classified, but much of the pertinent information contained in your file falls within this one regarding me. I hope you realize there will always be a few gaps. But, I felt it only fair." He handed me a one-inch thick dossier from the case and laid it in my lap. Who is this man?
Two hours later I was exhausted from reading. Born on farm to very poor parents, three brothers and two sisters, a Track and Field star, tennis champion, doctorate, war hero, decorated veteran, service awards, philanthropy, father, grandfather, retired secret agent, NASA director, Jesus! It went on and on in such a clinical synopsis. What have I gotten myself into? When I looked over at him, he was dozing.
Christ, he was handsome! Even when sleeping. His eyebrows were twitching slightly as he appeared to be dreaming. His stubble made me want to touch his face. His eyes fluttered. He jerked suddenly, then, his eyes popped open. He grabbed the arm of his seat and sat up abruptly, looking around as if trying to figure out where he was.
"Kent!?"
Charles appeared out of nowhere. "Mr. Clark. It was a dream." Charles had his hand on Kent's shoulder. Kent looked a bit confused, but quickly returned to the present, accompanied with complete composure.
"Thank you, Charles. I suppose it is the air pressure."
"Yes, sir. It does seem to affect your sleep patterns. Tea, sir? It usually helps."
"Thank you, Charles, but no."
"If it helps, drink tea, Kent." It wasn't really any of my business, but I do have an opinion about most everything, hence I voiced it.
Charles said, "I will bring the tea, sir." He winked at me as he exited. Many things changed that night.